#and immortal

[impulsivesuperrobin]

just watched renfield and all i can think about is a world in which nicholas hoult’s renfield meets alexander vlahos’ dorian gray

they bond over being manipulated into being immoral and trying to be better

maybe they kiss a little about it idk

[sunsage]

♬☾▶

Send me a symbol and I will write a headcanon about… 

♬ : My muse and music. (What type of music they like listening to and in what context, what music they would never listen to, e.t.c.)

He doesn't particularly care about music, he likes it just fine. Overall he prefers classical music and something lo-fi. Ballads also work if they're chill enough. Anything that is too loud gives him a headache.

☾ : My muse and sleep. (How much they sleep, how much they wish to sleep, if there is something that never fails to put them to sleep, e.t.c.) 

He sleeps... a lot, for someone who doesn't really need it. Probably more than would be healthy for him if he still had to care about his health. Even though he doesn't really have time to take long naps (as in, several months/years long) lately, he still sometimes conks out for a couple days when his mental health takes a dip.

As for what puts him to sleep, being pet on his head makes him instantly sleepy. Not that anyone knows it.

▶ : My muse and level of education. (If the muse has some form of education, what education they perhaps wish they had, e.t.c.). 

He was unofficially educated by Patriarch Puti, who taught him how to read, write and also, you know, be immortal in an illegal way and transform into 72 different forms. Amongst other things.

[enchantress-of-words]

°× Saltare amoris ×°

When you meet her, you dance.

It's slow, at first. Uncertain, sluggish, unpracticed. You stumble and you blush and you murmur "oops"s and "sorry"s, but you don't take your gaze off her eyes, and she thinks - maybe, just maybe, she can trust you; maybe, maybe she can open up just enough to let you in, too look over you with anxiety as you gently examine her heart (her world); and you lift your eyes up on her, and you smile, and you say, "this is perfect; you are perfect; guide me through the rest of you".

She blushes.

You take her hand, and you continue to dance.

It's more confident now. You know the moves, you know the rhythm; you guide her through the ballroom, smiling at her, and her face is painted with that smirk she reserves just for you; and one night, you lean over to her ear and ask, "will you marry me?" and that night, you share your very first kiss.

You still dance.

You twirl and spin, looking at her face and grinning; she tilts her head to the side, and every touch she leaves on you burnes with need and love. You wouldn't trade it for the world, you wouldn't change a single thing, because you are in love, so deeply, madly, mindlessly in love; and you have all the time in the world, in that ballroom, dancing to the everchanging music of life.

You dance even when you're reminded, again and again, that life does change; when the grief is so hard it makes you struggle to hold onto her; when you bury your son, when tears stream down your face - you dance, even though your dance is bitter and the piece playing is a requiem. You purse your lips, you look into her eyes - now distant, cold and unfamiliar (so painfully unfamiliar), and you dance.

It never falls back, it'll never return - that innocence, that serenity of your old dances, but you manage. Your hearts break, but love mends them into something stronger, something calmer, something more mature; and you hold her close; you close your eyes, and you listen to her heartbeat.

And when you're ripped appart, when you're chained deep underground, when you're stripped of the last remains of humanity and dignity - you scream her name, you bury the memories of your ballroom deep inside yourself; and when you forget how gentle was the touch of the sun, you still remeber her grey eyes - and when you forget the sound of birdsongs, you're reminded of her gentle laugh, of her quiet whispers.

So when you're finally free, you look at her, and the music stops.

(It wasn't playing for almost nine centuries already.)

She looks at you, too, and in her eyes is fear and hurt and you left me and I thought you were dead; but she also cries, and her hands are outstretched.

And the orchestra whispers, and the notes shuffle and the maestro holds his breath,

and you step forward,

and you dance.

[gentlemenprefergirlbloggers]

Tumblr halloween costume idea UwU

[hexjulia]

people like to bring up things like "all your loved ones would die before you" as a concern re: immortality. But the real danger for me would be that i'd literally never get anything done again. I'd adopt the elvish lifestyle immediately. Not doing anything in a week that could be done in a century. Not getting anything done in a century that can be done in 10 centuries. Spending the next 100 years reading 1 book very slowly because i have infinite time and don't care.

[sannuiz]

POV : you're about to get served the most bomb food to ever exist possibly

[gampix]

Guilt.

[clarisimart]

you haven't seen your ex in years and you want to show him how over him you are, but oh no, he went from a nerdy out-of-his-depth twunk to action hero GILF (grunkle i'd like to *REDACTED*)

commission info here

[clumxy]

PINES. PINES. PINES. PINES.

[Image description: art of Mabel and Dipper from Gravity Falls. They're grinning, and they each have one eye glowing yellow. They have their arms around each other, and they make a triangle symbol together with their fingers.

[mischieviem]

Wdym this wasn't the ending. I watched the movie. This is totally real and canon 🙄

[chaos-has-theories]

A young woman is walking outside ████████. It just so happens that today, the 3rd of March 2006, is this young woman's birthday. Though it was seventeen years ago she was given life, it is only today she will be given a name!

What will the name of this gothic young woman be?

> Enter Name.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Man this scene in FNAF 2 movie is gonna be wild-

[diavalkitty]

Oo-oh

I am the sand in bottom half of the hourglass...

[not-sure-what-im-feeling]

A poll because I can

Reblog for sample size :3

[bruciemilf]

As a reward for helping with a problem, John Constantine wants to give Bruce a chance to talk to his parents. “I can only do one at a time, thought, so, who’s first?”

Bruce sweats, “That won’t be necessary.”

The batkids watch like ??? they’ve seen Bruce in every state a man could succumb and raise, but they’ve never seen him scared. Alfred calmly steps forward, “Please do.”

“No. Don’t.”

John “I don’t want peace, I want trouble, always” Constantine smells some opportunity for chaos and grabs it.

The result of that is the very angry spirit of Thomas Wayne fixing Bruce with the glare of the year, “You dropped oUT OF MED SCHOOL?!” The entire mansion seems to tremble.

Bruce yelps like a scolded cat and runs around the dining table, “I was busy with BATMAN—“

“ Che cazzo è un Batman, — Get back here! You were there a year, — Che cazzo fai, CHE CAZZO FAI?! Pack your bags, you’re going back.”

To the batkids’ absolute horror Bruce starts to cry, face watery and bright, and they finally understand what Alfred meant by tantrums. “Non voglio tornare indietro, papà!”

“Non mi interessa, cazzo, — wait till your mother hears about this, Harley graduated with HONORS. What exemple are you giving to my grandkids? Don’t — Don’t run, GET BACK HERE!”

Tim sweats in high school dropout, Dick sweats in cop, Jason sweats in drug lord, Damian sweats in art kid, and Stephanie just sweats in general.

“Should, uh… Should we help?”

“Are you kidding? I haven’t seen Jason this happy since the Queen died.”

[mononijikayu]

immortal sukuna who — in your first life (1).

immortal sukuna masterlist

immortal sukuna who has had to live multiple lifetimes with you.

immortal sukuna who became blessed with immortality as he nearly died.

immortal sukuna who was found by you all alone in the mountains.

immortal sukuna who is stunned when you took him in.

immortal sukuna who has never had anyone be kind to him before.

immortal sukuna who becomes fond of his life with you.

immortal sukuna who finds happiness in making you happy.

immortal sukuna who falls in love with you, the only person who cares for him.

immortal sukuna who feels the happiest in his life when you tell him you love him too.

immortal sukuna who lives a peaceful life with you.

immortal sukuna who dedicates his everyday to you.

immortal sukuna who realizes your mortality when you suddenly get ill.

immortal sukuna who begins to dread the fact that you will end up getting old and leave him.

immortal sukuna who cannot bear the idea of parting from you.

immortal sukuna who is devastated when you suddenly pass.

immortal sukuna who felt devoid of meaning the moment you left him.

immortal sukuna who realizes that he still wants to take care of you, even if its on a graveyard.

immortal sukuna who wishes you could meet again one day, if you get reborn.

immortal sukuna who tries to remember what you looked like or what you sound like.

immortal sukuna who prays to any god out there that they reunite the two of you.

immortal sukuna who thinks even one moment with you again would be worth his entire immortal life.

immortal sukuna who would wait forever if he had to, just to have you back in his arms again.