#eternally mortal

[percabeth4life]

Thanks for the updates! I don’t want to spread misinformation so I’ll go ahead and delete the post.

I'm glad to help.

I do think playing with the possibilities of reincarnation is a lot of fun mind you, I play with it in my fics too. It just doesn't have much mythological support lol. There may be some philosophical support of course, but I'm not the *most* educated on all the various philosophers of Ancient Greece, haven't made them a focus yet beyond what I studied in rhetoric.

I do wanna talk to your professor sometime cause I'm wondering what his sources are for the Achilles stuff and Thetis mythology. I know the Metis myth fits what he claims of Thetis but no source I've read on Thetis mentions the prophecy the way he mentioned it.

Anyways, I do hope you have fun with your fic idea? I mean, idk if you plan to write it lol but if you do that would be an interesting play. I do enjoy playing with reincarnation (my fav is Pallas reincarnating as Percy).

[cryptocism]

big fan of daniel going completely off the rails while shouting "im nORMAL i am NORMAL im A NORMAL MAN" the whole time

i got commissioned to do another excerpt from the Devil's Minion chapter of Queen of the Damned and it was So Much Fun these two are insane

chapter excerpt under the cut:

[stresskidz]

The urge to rewatch and reread everything while also wanting to see and read new stuff

[littlegeecko]

"Dude...did i just make it gay?"

CAUGHT MYSELF LISTENING TO BLUE SHIFT A LIL TOO MUCH

proceeds to hastily make a no context all vibes little comic strip about it

[flwrkid14]

Eternal Bonds: Tim and Danny’s Infinite Realms Marriage

In the Infinite Realms, marriage is an unparalleled commitment. Unlike the mortal world, where love can be fleeting and easily undone, marriage in the Realms is something far more sacred. It’s not just about vows or ceremonies—it’s about merging souls, creating a bond that not even the vast stretches of time can sever. The very idea of marriage in the Realms is rare, almost mythical, because it requires two beings to love each other so profoundly that they’re willing to bind their very existence to one another.

For the ghosts and entities that reside in this realm, eternity isn’t just a poetic idea—it’s a reality. Time is meaningless when you’re no longer alive, when your very essence is bound to the afterlife. And because of this, relationships are viewed through a different lens. There’s no such thing as divorce, no “time apart.” Once a couple is bound, their souls are intertwined forever. To dedicate your entire being—past, present, and future—to another means accepting that their joys, sorrows, triumphs, and failures will be yours too. It’s a partnership where breaking the bond is simply impossible.

It’s why marriage is such a rare occurrence in the Realms. The ghosts, who have already lived one life and often seen the frailty of mortal promises, don’t enter into this kind of bond lightly. It’s only for the strongest of loves, for the most steadfast of commitments. Because once you marry in the Infinite Realms, that bond holds through eternity itself.

And yet, despite the gravity of it all, Tim and Danny find themselves willing to make that very commitment. Tim, a mortal tied to a world where things end, where nothing lasts forever, steps into the unknown. His love for Danny is so deep, so unshakable, that he agrees to a traditional Infinite Realms marriage. He knows full well the weight of it—he’s not just vowing to love Danny in this life, but in every life after. In swearing to this bond, Tim is offering his entire being to Danny, for now and all of eternity.

For Danny, this choice means even more. As a halfa, he exists between two worlds, knowing both the mortality of the living and the permanence of the ghostly afterlife. His love for Tim is powerful enough that he’s willing to make this eternal commitment, knowing that there’s no one else in any world—mortal, ghostly, or beyond—he would rather be tied to. For Danny, the bond is as natural as breathing. It’s a connection that deepens their relationship in a way that transcends the limitations of their two worlds.

Their marriage isn’t just a declaration of love—it’s a merging of souls, a binding that makes them two parts of the same whole. It overwhelms them with the sense of safety and belonging that they’ve both craved in their lives. In each other, they find the kind of love that doesn’t just endure life’s difficulties but thrives beyond them. Their bond ties them together forever in a way that no one else could understand, but to Tim and Danny, it’s everything.

They are each other’s home. And in the Infinite Realms, there is no greater honor, no stronger connection, than to be bound by love for all of eternity.

[norithelord]

yay! krima! :3

[toreii]

[gods-perfect-idiots]

something something blood-soaked hands cradling your face something something

anyway here's the post btw

[mewtillidae]

posting a kremy every single day until new episodes of OUAW are out DAY 40

[ari-dark-raiden-simp]

The only method for NRS to catch me and my money

[rin-sith]

Pls tell me I'm not alone—

[eternalbastard]

“𝐈’𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑶. 𝐈’𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑨𝑵. 𝐈’𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑺. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 ⸺ 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑩𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑰 𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬.”

The Forgotten Curse

They don’t tell his story. They don’t whisper his name in fear, though they should. Before Stefan, before Damon, before the Petrova bloodline wove its tangled web of fate — there was Cassian. The first. The original shadow. The doppelgänger no one remembers.

Cassian was the first known Heretic — a creature that shouldn’t exist, a vampire with the power of a witch. Magic didn’t die in his veins when he turned. No, it burned brighter. Stronger. Uncontrollable. He was a walking paradox, an insult to nature, and he reveled in it. A spell on his lips, a blade in his hand, blood on his conscience (not that he ever cared).

Imagine: Cassian, with Damon’s face but none of his smile. Magic in his veins, darkness in his soul. Not just a doppelgänger – but an anomaly. A threat. A legend never told. He didn’t just destroy, he made you love the destruction.

Born of Silas’s sin and nature’s cruel balance, Cassian was never just a reflection. He was fire and ice, silk and steel. A charmer with a silver tongue and a wicked glint in his eyes, a man who could kiss you breathless one moment and tear your world apart the next. His smile could be warm, inviting — dangerously deceptive. Because beneath the smooth words and effortless charm was something far more terrifying: a predator.

Damon may be reckless, Klaus may be cruel, but Cassian? Cassian was unpredictable. One moment, a charming rogue with a playful smirk, the next, a cold-blooded nightmare with eyes that held centuries of malice. He didn’t break hearts; he shattered souls. // Proud Brother of Talia.

[monabee-draws]

In Vaxleth hours again and I'm not over "It's not that I even want him back I just want him to not be there."

Because oh it hurts. In so many ways Kiki had to make peace with Vax never getting to be at peace, but how do you even really reconcile with that for someone you love? Everyone dies yes, someday it will be over. But you can't even balm the wound with the knowledge that there is an end for him. It will never end, he is forever in limbo and in pain and being used for someone else's ends. If you love someone set them free and Keyleth can't even get the world to do that for him.

[ditoob]

The fact that Perseus was willing to fight a sea-monster and possibly die in an unmarked grave for the chance to marry Andromeda lives in my head rent-free btw

[anghraine]

I was talking to my students and then some family members about how the death of Elizabeth I and succession of James was necessarily an occasion of upheaval, even when it wasn't necessarily violent or flirting with treason or whatever. For one, the death of a monarch that will lead to a new dynasty (even a related one!) is not quite the same as a familiar figure inheriting the country's rule from their parent or grandparent. It's usually a bigger change, with dynamics of loyalties and affiliations shifting around—that's part of the reason Elizabeth delayed acknowledging James as her heir.

Typically, you'd see courtiers etc deserting a dying monarch in order to signal their loyalty to the new monarch, even if the old one wasn't actually dead yet. Elizabeth's reluctance to share royal power was fundamental to her reign and her public image, so it's not at all surprising that she would be loath to encourage that kind of desertion in any particular direction.

Of course, another thing that complicates the Elizabeth -> James succession is that she had reigned for a long time (44 years iirc). By the time she was dying, a good number of English people had few personal memories of life under any other monarch, and those who did would remember the abrupt and unstable reigns of her predecessors, Edward and Mary. So James's accession came with uncertainty about what exactly it would entail, and a lot of late Elizabethan/early Jacobean drama in English is very concerned with questions of what obligations the governed owe to their monarchs (obedience? loyalty? are those always the same thing?), but also what obligations monarchs themselves have to their people.

This seemed especially pertinent to Lear, in which multiple characters defy capricious orders from a monarch or other authority out of loyalty: Kent challenges Lear and is banished, so skulks around in disguise to continue serving him, Edgar also skulks around in disguise after Gloucester renounces him and ends up offering what comfort he can to his father, and Cordelia returns to Britain with the French army in her ultimately futile attempt to help Lear. Meanwhile, Lear loses everything, is driven to take shelter in a peasant hovel, and starts to contemplate how his own failures as a king resulted in, well, peasant hovels.

Anyway, now I'm thinking about what a wild figure Elros must have been as, specifically, a monarch to the Númenóreans. He lived for five hundred years. Even his own children (also half-Elves! sort of!) and other descendants who benefited from his lifespan didn't live as long, and most Númenóreans during his earlier reign wouldn't have come near to it. Undoubtedly there were Elves who had known Elros in the First Age who were baffled at him choosing mortality and DEATH, and meanwhile on Númenor, there are all these people living out their extended lifespans under the reign of a half-Elf king who was ruling their people at their birth and would still be ruling after they died of old age. We know Elros retained his half-Elvish characteristics as well, so they've got this visibly Elvish, barely-aging, eternal king who looks like Lúthien as part of the fabric of life for centuries.

Yes, he's literally the first king—but for a lot of earlier Númenóreans, he's also the only king they will ever know. It takes him an incredibly long time to weary of the world as other mortals do. By the time Elros finally gets weary of Arda, and willingly lays down his life and passes to the unknown fate of mortals, Tar-Amandil is stepping into some very big shoes.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 242

   He looks the same as he had that fateful day, a storm raging around him and risking sending the ship down into the abyss. Hair whipping in the wind as the sky roars its deadly challenge echoed by the beasts they all sought to bring down those centuries ago. 

   It looks just as human as they- that is to say not at all, not anymore. A body twisted, sand and lightning melding into a molten sea ever-expanding. Its eyes as gold as the treasure it guards, brilliant blues and greens dancing across bodies in sigils unknown. 

   It looks exactly as it did that time ago, smile dancing on its lips as the sky opened up in torrents, like blood gushing from a wound. “You’re free to go,” it says, in words they understand and words they don’t. “You don’t have to stay here any longer.” 

   “Where will we go?” They ask, so very tired of this eternal battle, of being trapped in crashing waves and storms of water and sand. Being tossed one way and the other, never able to go home, for home was gone long ago. 

   It looks up, their own gaze following, the ship crashing through the dredges of a storm they had thought eternal. And for the first time in eternities, they see them. The stars. Dancing and dripping from a serpentine form that cradles the Sun and Moon, smiling down to the beast and them alike. 

   And so, they take from the seas, and take to the stars instead.