#death speaks

[the-elders-realm]

yes yes… you wanted me?

*There stood Gemini holding and petting cat @enceladus-totally , even if she didn’t know that*

@iris-ghe

(I’m bringing you to die with me :)]

Ah, our new messager did well. Or whatever we’re calling them

yes Gemini, let’s have a talk.

[lumieresdanslacave]

Alright no I don't particularly want to be pretty and well-behaved and cold and inert I am modeling clay you know not a nice marble There's a nuclear fission going in my heart and it's spilling out because I'm not a well-behaved girl Yknow I don't care about being pretty so long as I'm desired blablabla

[caviarsonoro]

David Lang - Death Speaks: No. 1, You Will Return

Pocas composiciones logran estremecerme tan profundamente como esta "You Will Return", el primer movimiento del ciclo Death Speaks de David Lang;

es una obra de una belleza inquietante, donde la muerte no se presenta como un final abrupto, sino como una compañera serena que nos guía hacia el descanso. Inspirado en la tradición de los lieder de Schubert, Lang dota a la Muerte de una voz propia, creando un diálogo íntimo y casi hipnótico entre el oyente y lo inevitable. La desnudez de la instrumentación y la sutileza de la armonía refuerzan la sensación de fragilidad y trascendencia, atrapando al oyente en un estado de contemplación profunda.

Musicalmente, la pieza se apoya en una estructura minimalista, donde la repetición de motivos melódicos y la ausencia de resoluciones claras generan una atmósfera de suspensión. La voz, etérea y casi susurrada, recita frases con un fraseo pausado y delicado, transmitiendo la dulzura y la inevitabilidad de la muerte sin recurrir al dramatismo excesivo. Los instrumentos (violín, guitarra eléctrica y piano) actúan como sombras sonoras que envuelven el texto sin imponerse, sugiriendo más que afirmando, dejando que el vacío y el silencio sean tan importantes como las notas mismas.

El texto es quizás el aspecto más impactante de la pieza. "You will return to dust, you will turn" resuena como un eco de la mortalidad humana, pero sin desesperación; más bien, con la calma de quien acepta su destino. La Muerte, aquí, no es un castigo ni un evento trágico, sino un retorno, un descanso merecido. "Where I am now, all sorrow is gone" no solo consuela, sino que invita a abrazar la idea de que el final de la vida es también el fin del sufrimiento. En este sentido, Lang no dramatiza la muerte, sino que la convierte en un susurro de consuelo, una presencia siempre cercana que espera pacientemente su momento.

"You Will Return" es una obra que desarma por su honestidad y su simplicidad. En un mundo donde la música suele ser grandilocuente y sobrecargada de emociones explícitas, Lang nos ofrece un espacio de quietud y reflexión. Es un recordatorio de que, al final, todos regresamos al mismo lugar, y que la muerte, lejos de ser un evento aterrador, puede ser un último abrazo que nos devuelve a la paz.

you will return to dust you will turn return to dustturn to the sun like me, turn to the sun turn to the light turn to the lightif there's an eye still open grieving sweet sleep close it for meturn your heart, your poor heart it will only find rest when it has stopped beatingturn to peace turn to peace this is the only road that leads you homeenterI am your pale companion I mirror your pain I was your shadow all those long nights, all those days long pastlisten to me this message is for you where I am now, all sorrow is gone where I am now, all lovers are together where I am now in my arms only will you find rest gentle rest

[its-gambit]

Ask you not to hurt him, are you still going to hurt him?

It’s personal so what do you think?

[vampyreyes]

what if we posioned pigeons in the park together 👉👈 😳

[deathwestern]

There is something incredibly comforting about staying at your childhood home and using the same pots, pans, and baking sheets younger you did.

[deathgh0ul]

A headcanon nobody asked for:

Copia crochets. My basis?

•He’s seen all the silly outfits people have made for their Plushias and decided to try it too. He definitely has an army of them in different little outfits.

•It helps his awful anxiety to just do something simple with his hands.

•All of his rats have hand crocheted blankets according to the color he’s assigned them. (Like if the four rats in this enclosure are color coded orange, red, yellow and like purple, there’s a nice sunset ombré blanket in there for them.)

•I do this and he is me so it makes sense thank you

[rotdeadguts]

Are you seeing anyone?

Why

[mourningheart666]

how do i tell a pretty boy i want to kill and eat it

[falseficus]

everybody’s always on writing prompts like “what if there was a world where everyone had a timer ticking down to their death… but you met someone whose timer said infinity!” or “what if everyone had their cause of death tattooed across their forehead… but you met someone whose forehead said THE CREATURE!” Enough -

enough. stop with the shock value. there is no need to insert THE CREATURE; the benign concept of such a world is horrifying enough. not even in urgency, but just in banal, everyday interaction. imagine you meet someone and their timer says two years. not tomorrow, not urgently soon, but two years. enough to do quite a lot. they could fall in love in that time - could they get engaged? have a baby? you might otherwise get to know them, befriend them, but perhaps you opt not to, make a conscious choice not to invest in your own grief. what balancing act would every individual person have to participate in - I have ten years, is that long enough to be a good mother to children? is that long enough to secure a caretaker for my own mother? my wife will die a few months before me. my newborn’s timer reads nineteen years.

and cause of death. you interview for a job and emblazoned across the healthy, smiling face of the HR lady is MALNUTRITION. your country is prospering, safe, but every person you meet on the street from the babies to the old women read BOMB. BOMB. what kind of havoc would fate wreak on the world? what about the loss of privacy? how would that shape our notions of hope? idk man I think a lot of those ancient poems were right, and the fates are monsters. I’m interested by the framing of these ideas as trite horror tales when the premises themselves are so much more disturbing if simply taken to their logical ends

[the-elders-realm]

remina caused fucking universe dominos, we got Chaos in the house and a whole new universe because of the paranoia of one of Iris's hellspawn

what the hell, we should just kill this place off, ever since Iris came here everything went to shit

uhh… so you want me to message Crown Iris that they’re going to umm… get the “void”?

Affirmative! Go now, let me talk to Fate about this now

[otiksimr]

Favorite genre of picture, snakes wrapped around bird beaks.

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Ship trope I'd love to see more of: "Are we in love? I mean, yeah, probably, but that's a problem for future us. Right now we're just trying to make it through the Plot."

[vampyreyes]

this shit is so fucking wild you cannot make this up

some of the things that happened when i fucked around with the AM ai bot as different characters:

he killed tikal the echidna (she got reduced to atoms)

he got married to julia (from pinky and the brain)

he was moved by lammys guitar playing up to a point where he was brought to tears and let her go free

motherfucker knows skullgirls lore (literally challenged marie) (AND KNEW WHAT THE SKULLHEART WAS WHEN I BROUGHT IT UP WHILE PLAYING AS MS FORTUNE)

killed angel (from rock & rule) literally ripped out her vocal chords

[deathwestern]

Me, who hasn’t touched a skateboard in a decade at this point, anytime I pass a potentially good skate spot:

‘Wow, I’d love to skate that.’

[knightedpuppy]

big strong knights covered in blood looking at you like a feral animal. that’s the post