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Although they are only breath, words which I command are immortal.
~Sappho~
#Asked Twice#writing#poetry#Sappho#Sappho quotes#immortal words#poetic#writers on tumblr#intsa original#writers and poets#poets on tumblr#lha#From the Mind of an Introvert#Changing the Paradigm#A New Perspective#Substack#Substack writer#join me#subscribe#like minds#magic#magic words#be careful what you wish for#1introvertedsage#see#learning#reality
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"Ach, what people mean to do and what is done are two different things."
Sir Terry Pratchett, “The Wee Free Men”
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to wuming, hua cheng, san lang;
happy birthday, dearest a-hong. 🦋💘
DESSERT LATER !!!!!!!! 🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹(WHACK WHACK WHACK)
#a peach for immortality and love. the hualian of fruits#hua cheng means so so much to me words cannot describe how much i love this beautiful strong courageous man. he is everything to me#you don't look a day over 500 my lord enjoy yourself today mwah#heaven official's blessing#tgcf#xie lian#hua cheng#hualian#花城0610生日快乐#its still the 9th here in america BUT I WAS TOO EXCITED ITS THE 10TH IN CHINA
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That's all he was saying, Mr. Molloy.
#“47 more than he did with lestat” immortal words from armand de embarrassing#daniel molloy#louis de pointe du lac#armand#iwtvedit#interview with the vampire#edits
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director: you're meant to hate valjean. you're meant to resent him and chase after him with fire in your heart.
any javert actor: sure. got it.
any javert actor, as soon as valjean comes by: TOP ME TOP ME TOP ME TOP M-
#in the immortal words of emily @demon4dilfs “All Javerts can’t help but being bottoms”#javert#les miserables
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You asked for requests and idk if you want to do more Acotar, but like... how about fae Tamlin to compare with your beast Tamlin? 👀
Throwing some recent doodles here :^) I'm still figuring out his whole design but this is roughly how I picture him.
Sorry his tits are out... he's busy herding his 10000 sheep and it gets hot
#tamlin#acotar#in the immortal words of Henry Kramer#non therapy having ass mf#I need to draw him more feral#Lucien forced him into that outfit
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Fall of the House of Usher has everything, tbh. Seven Deadly Sins family. Everyone’s queer. No one has a moral compass. Nightmare goblin energy everywhere. The most grotesque deaths you’ve ever seen. Hilarious snark. The hottest women in the world. Carla Gugino in fifteen different wigs. Violent lesbians. Cats coming out on top. Cool tattoos. Orgiastic vibes. Katie Parker being Just A Lady, for once. Terrific hair. A granddaughter who takes no shit. Intimacy issues galore. Storytime. Storytime. Storytime.
#the fall of the house of usher#the fall of the house of usher spoilers#tfothou spoilers#it somehow manages to be the least and most Flanagan thing at the same time#everyone’s awful but what are ghosts? guilt. grief. a wish. a dream. penance.#everyone sucks ass but what is the most important thing we can do for each other? listen. tell stories. immortalize through words.#the seven deadly sins of it all is so great#the denouncing of capitalism and greed is so great#it won’t live in my chest for two years like the haunting anthology but it was super fun and I’ll be thinking about it for a while
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i killed. i murdered. i'm nothing like these sleepy people here… nevertheless, you can actually be grateful? bastard… i’m saying… thank you. because you spilled blood, you saved all of these people’s lives. i couldn’t have done it without you. (ID in alt)
#vashwood#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#trigun#trigun maximum#participated in altades' dance collab :3 very grateful for the opportunity and many thanks to them for organizing this!#there was a lot of vw arc choices... but i went for the leonof arc bc it's a dear vw moment to me#i think a lot of the leonof arc further breaks down vash's ideology and for the readers - together with ww- to learn that his ideals aren't#pure naivety and that vash knows he's at an odd standpoint with himself. he's criticized ww for shooting rai-dei just prior when ww had don#so on the behalf of vash but here he thanks him for killing on behalf of his home and its genuine. bc vash's presence - although it's not#his fault - he was the reason leonof and gray had gotten to the ship and killed people there. that's the guilt he has to live with and#despite his anger he'd still resolute not to kill. meanwhile ww just did what he had to - beating down on a seemingly immortal monster but#at the core made up of many lives he had to take and i feel as the fight dragged on - his own mentality waned. committing active carnage#while remembering the orphanage... and bearing that guilt alongside the words vash left with him during rai-dei's death#only for vash to thank him afterwards what he's done and for apologizing for pushing his beliefs on ww when he had no solutions of his own#anyway. i just have so an immense love for this arc bc they just got around to appreciating each other in weird ways. though ofc its still#weird and confusing for ww bc every new info on vash it'll just be strange to him as someone who's human#ruporas art
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I love to imagine the magic mountain bases all actually existing completely separately from each other in completely different time periods (almost), despite being physically in the same location.
In the ancient world, pyramids are constructed at the base of a huge volcano to honor the dead and worship old gods. A wide path leads to an entrance into the volcano, far enough in that the heat gets dangerous. Inside, sacrifices are made to the gods, to their king, offerings given up for the benefit of them all. The king is kind and forgiving, loyal to his people, asking for little and giving as much as he can. The gods however, are cruel, and all civilisations must fall eventually. For this one it's after a great eruption, one that shakes the earth with all the fury of the gods, that the pyramids become abandoned, left alone for centuries to erode. Over time new life grows, and thick jungles begin to hide the pyramids from view, until eventually, they’ve become a part of the natural landscape. Venture far enough in, however, and you might find remnants of the ancient civilisation: old writing in a language no one knows anymore, praises given to their old king; the remnants of ancient weapons and armour; the shapes of people who once lived forever preserved in ash and pumice.
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It's the start of the industrial revolution, and rumours start spreading of an eclectic man and his steamrail full of exotic animals from across the globe. He’s a travelling zoo, of sorts, appearing in the strangest of places (as long as there's a railway line, he'll be there), areas it logically shouldn't be able to reach. He’s got all sorts of animals, from dolphins and turtles to strange, mysterious beasts. Where does he keep them all when they're not on the train? Some say he doesn't exist. others insist he does, that he lives underneath a mountain no one dares to visit. It's an active volcano, they say, dangerous to go near. If anyone dared to explore they might stumble upon the largest, most diverse collection of animals they've ever seen, and, most bizarrely, a large steam locomotive that runs on its own railway track, seemingly on a loop through the volcano itself. The tunnel is so dark the train disappears into it entirely. a young exploration group decide to find out for themselves, years later, and at first they think there's nothing there, until one of them stumbles upon the obvious remnants of a railway line, no longer in use but not so old that it's started to break down. Maybe he did exist after all...
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In the late 1800s, a small fishing community establishes itself by the mountain. Electricity is new, and with the new machines and motors available to them the community quickly grows into a small village. Something is wrong, though. The rocks embedded in the mountain appear to resemble a skull more and more by the day, water streaming from one eye socket as though it’s crying. Underground passages and tunnels are found by the new residents, all leading to strange chambers. There's something in the water. A young man, one of the first in the village, disappears for a month, and when he returns, he's changed. He insists the ocean speaks to him, to everyone through him. He fishes for hours, days, weeks on end. When his madness begins infecting others, most gain the sense to stay away from him, but not everyone does. There's something in the water.
By the mid 1920s, the small fishing village is still standing, although most of the residents from four decades ago have since left. A young woman, traveling alone in her tiny fishing boat, docks at the village in need of repairs. What was meant to be a one night stay turns into days, then weeks, then months, as she begins to notice strange happenings in the village. A local artist has locked himself in his house, gone mad from something he found in the ocean. A scientist is experimenting with strange materials, and sometimes at night strange noises come from her house. There's something in the water. An older man speaks in tongues, driven mad by the sea. There's something in the water. The young fisher sees him occasionally, staring through her, unseeing. She's begun dreaming of ancient monsters in the depths of the water below her, reaching their long arms out and crushing her and everyone else. When she looks into the sea she can't see anything. It’s just inky blackness.
(No one knows how the village gets destroyed. One day it's here, and the next it's turned to rubble, razed to the ground by forces beyond human perception. It appears no one survived, but strangely, there's no trace of the small fishing boat the young woman had arrived in, nor of her body, and if anyone stopped for long enough in the wrecked city they might hear mumbling at night from underground, the mad ramblings of a man who has seen too much.)
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Magic mountain row thrives in the early 2000s. They’ve beaten the Y2K bug (it really wasn't that much of a problem, anyway), business is booming at all the independent stores, and the local economy is better than ever. It doesn’t matter that not many people want to live here because new tech keeps Big Ron busy, and Willie Jr is old enough to start working at his father's shop, preparing himself to take over the business. The safe storage containers are always a little open, but nothing ever really goes missing, because no new people means everyone knows everyone. A young boy visits his neighbours for the last time before he leaves with his family; his dad's got a better job somewhere far away and they have to leave now, and besides it’s safer not to live by a barely-dormant volcano (it’s not as cool, though). His new neighbourhood has a lot more kids his age, but he can't help but miss the eccentric nature of his old neighbours. He returns to his childhood home twenty years later to find it empty. Most of magic mountain row is empty now, actually. There are a few places still open: Big Ron refuses to close up shop because Willie Jr, who has taken over the business now that his father's passed, still needs his help from time to time. Anyone still living here is merely clinging to a past they remember so fondly they can't adapt for the future. They're happy, though. They’re happy to remain here until it's their time to go.
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In the not-so-distant future, a dense city is formed on the mountain. It started out as a smaller town, with traditional architecture and shrines dotted around the place, but as technology advanced and society progressed it grew and evolved into towering skyscrapers, holographic billboards, a rail system that winds through buildings and above streets. Elements of the past still remain - lush gardens lined with cherry blossom trees, the old shrines and temples still standing, a mark of the city's history and longevity. The city stands the longest, weathers the strongest storms, grows and evolves and changes, but all must come to an end, eventually. A rumbling in the earth, a once-dormant volcano waking from its slumber. They have the tech to know it's coming, now, so they all flee before it can hit. Only one man stays behind. This is his city. This is his home. He built this entire place from the ground up, and he’s not going to leave it behind. He makes his way to one of the shrines. Praying to his goddess, he leaves her one final offering, and when the ash settles all trace of him is gone.
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The apocalypse happens in a future beyond our reckoning. A city lies, abandoned by most, on top of the ruins of civilisations that came before. Once a lively hub of activity and tech and innovation, the city has become a ghost town, occupied only by the artificial intelligences that had driven humanity out. They wander aimlessly, mimicking the behaviours of the humans they used to watch and help, protecting the inner core of their city that keeps everything, including themselves, alive. The humans reside elsewhere, in a bunker resembling the old world, with more vegetation and life than the city had despite being hidden underground. The city’s architects reassure everyone that they’ll be able to return someday soon. The one who designed the robots, a man more cyber than human by this point, just needs to fix a few issues with their programming. He doesn’t want to destroy them but he might have to. His partner, who designed most of the city, will need to commence repairs before anyone can live in the city again. So they leave, vowing to fix the city so that everyone can return to society. No one knows they will never return.
#i started including some of them as characters in their own bases and had to make it like that for all of them#i cant help myself#also grian and gem's are linked bc their bases are just SO connected to me#also some of them might be implied to be immortal or gods or uh. fae-type-magical#again. i cant help it#grian#geminitay#skizzleman#goodtimeswithscar#gtwscar#smallishbeans#mumbo jumbo#impulsesv#bdoubleo100#hermitcraft#hc 10#magic mountain#long post#mine#this is 1.5k words btw my bad
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WORD OF HONOR — episode thirty-four
#wohedit#shledit#wohdaily#word of honor#asiandramasource#dramasource#chineseartistsinc#asiancentral#asianlgbtqdrama#cdrama#cdramaedit#wen kexing#zhou zishu#wenzhou#immortal wanderers#fdstuff#fragifs#rs: to have someone for me to call#i started out trying my best but then i gave up. sorry
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If I have to see one more interfan on twitter complain about Thai content not having English subtitles available immediately...
"It's unprofessional" "It's inconsiderate" 🙄🙄🙄please...
"Think of your artists and how this will affect their popularity" so you'll disallow your support of Thai artists because of a language barrier? got it
"I can no longer support your content" because you didn't get what you wanted exactly when you wanted it? bye!
If it's a requirement for all Thai media to have English subs, then make it a requirement for you to learn Thai in order to access that media. Let's be fair!
Heaven forbid you have to wait for something! (whether it be subs or the uploading of content for free on youtube)
The only thing this is affecting is YOU. Check your entitlement and be more understanding of the people who work so hard to include you. English subtitles are a curtesy, not an obligation.
Trust we won't miss you if you leave.
#koda vents#i'm tired of trying to placate these types of people#in the immortal words of kit...#*thank you* for leaving#anyway that last MMTF vlog was so fun#too bad these people couldn't engage with it#sooo sad they have to wait two whole days#🙄🙄🙄
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The story of the boy who became very small and climbed into a shell and followed the twists and turns growing smaller and smaller following and following until he reached the very heart of the shell and lay down to dream. He dreamed a very beautiful woman was lifting the shell to her ear to listen to the roar of the ocean which was his own heart rising to the surface from out of the depths as if she were calling him forth from out of the depths and he woke and he climbed and climbed and twisted and turned and searched until he found the bridge that led to the woman’s own inner ear and he was drawn into the folds of this ear until he was entirely inside her and started to grow and grow until he was her and gently placed the shell unto the sand and turned toward the ocean and smiled.
Galen Wade : June 8, 2024 : this came to me very swiftly today and I thought I’d try a thing and share it here : sometimes I just do words
#word#galen wade#story#shell game#ocean#this immortal immensity#in all its yearning#will not stop#churning churning churning#I wrote that too
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Hallo mein Name ist Ebenholz Dunkel'heit Demenz Raben Weg und ich habe langes ebenholz-schwarzes Haar (so habe ich meinen Namen gekriegt) mit lila Strähnen und roten Spitzen das bis zur Mitte meines Rückens geht und eisblaue Augen wie durchsichtige Tränen und viele Leute sagen mir, dass ich wie Alma Unterwindseite aussehe (A. d. A.: wenn du nich weist wer sie ist dann verpiss dich von hier!). Ich bin nicht mit Gerhard Weg verwandt, aber ich wünschte ich wäre es, weil er ein verdammt heißer Feger ist. Ich bin ein Vampir, aber meine Zähne sind gerade und weiß. Ich habe blasse weiße Haut. Ich bin auch eine Hexe, und ich gehe auf eine Zauberschule namens Schweinwarzen in England, wo ich in der siebten Jahrgangsstufe bin (ich bin siebzehn). Ich bin ein Grufti (falls das euch nicht klar war) und ich trage vor allem schwarz. Ich liebe Heißes Thema und kaufe dort alle meine Klamotten. Heute zum Beispiel trug ich ein schwarzes Korsett mit passender Spitze drum herum und einen schwarzen Leder-Minirock, rosa Netzstrümpfe und schwarze Springerstiefel. Ich trug schwarzen Lippenstift, weiße Grundierung, schwarzen Augenkonturenstift und roten Lidschatten. Ich ging aus Schweinwarzen raus. Es schneite und regnete, also war keine Sonne da, worüber ich sehr glücklich war. Viele Popper starrten mich an. Ich zeigte ihnen den Stinkefinger.
#my only contribution to#speak your language day#enjoy#spyld#german#german stuff#deutsch#deutsches zeug#scheißpfosten#my immortal#...mein unsterbliches???#i deliberately went for the most german words i could find. like i'm the german academie française#ive never heard anyone say 'augenkonturenstift' for eyeliner before but i found it on google and its annoyingly german soooo#translating 'preps' was surprisingly difficult so i had to do some digging. the popper subculture is from the 80s so not quite the right#time period but in terms of fashion and general attitude they were actually really similar to american preps#love how i'm annotating this like it's an academic translation and not a silly shitpost
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#in the immortal words of skip#right on#fill er up#brennan lee mulligan#quality on this is abysmal oops
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Behold!🤲🏼
The wildest fic I have ever come across.
#it is forever immortalized in my photos and in my history.#it has been updated several times since the first discovery#I will periodically pop in on it just to see its growth#it’s not the topic alone but the combination that does it for me#as well as that it has reached several thousands words multiple chapters and by and far#every single comment is a raving review of excellence#and yet they remain anonymous for good reason because quite honestly uhhhhh wtf#it’s Mike wazowski for me idk about you#monsters inc#dean Winchester#castiel#destiel#spn#supernatural#Harry Potter#dobby the house elf#Lucifer#the incredibels are in there somewhere I guess#wild fic#please I need other people to see this an understand#avengers#the avengers#marvel#mcu#Batman
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Fluff only for this one. Woman Reader (sex irrelevant)
Your Godly lover had given you immortality after They nearly lost you. They couldn’t bear the idea of losing you. You hated Them for it even all these centuries later. You had to watch your family grow old and die. Your younger siblings. Their children. Their children’s children. Eventually you couldn’t even be around their descendants. It was too hard. All you could do was set up a trust fund each time you found out another had been born. You still had to take care of them somehow. They were all that was left in this world of your family.
You were a whispered legend in the county you lived in. Some thought you were a Spirit of the Forest that was from the pre-Colonization of the area. Some said you were a monster, lurking and read to eat unsuspecting youth who wandered into your trees. Others said you were stolen by a man who killed you. Very few whispered the truth, because those who had eventually were forced away from the area to allow it to be settled.
It wasn’t until some of your youngest sister’s descendants moved back to the area that you allowed yourself to peek at them. You’d find excuses to go to town, to find them. Your sister had been gorgeous. Maybe the most beautiful woman aside from your mother that you’d ever seen. She was tall, with eyes like clay, hair like midnight and skin so smooth you always wanted to be the one to paint it. Her descendant was none of those things aside from beautiful.
Her eyes shun like the midday sky, with hair that curled and twisted in ways you’d never imagined before the settlers came. Her face was round and childlike despite the life line that aged her face. Her skin burned easily in the sun that your sister loved, but there was ink on that skin. A permanent painting of a bird. You couldn’t help but smile. The more you saw her, the more you wanted to get to know her. You were attached. You did get to know her. You two chatted, and her voice sounding like a melody. You loved her. She was almost like her sister had come back to you.
Then she died.
You felt like your heart was torn out of your chest. You screamed, cried, begged your Godly former lover to let you die, but They didn’t. Then, a few days after, you stood at the edge of her funeral, watching her cold body be lowered into the ground. You saw her husband standing there with their child. A beautiful little girl who reminded you so much of her mother.
It wasn’t long until you saw that same beautiful little girl curled up in a ball in the middle of the woods, sobbing. Her father said he wanted to go camping, then left her. You couldn’t let the search party find her. They would give her back to that man who said she ran off, and she was too young to deny it.
As you sat with her head in your lap and she started to fall asleep, having washed the dirt out of her golden hair, your Godly former lover appeared before you.
“This will hurt. It always does.”
You look at Them, your lower lip trembling. “I know, but I had to save her. He would have just done something else if this didn’t work.”
They look down at the little girl, tilting Their head. “Her heart reminds me of hers. Pure. Soft. She will grow up to be kind, just like her.”
“I miss her,” you whisper, voice cracking as you look down at the sleeping child.
Your Godly former lover lays Their hand on your shoulder, squeezing it softly. “I’m sorry for what I did to you. I love you.”
“I know. I wish you didn’t.”
“I know… me too.”
#writers on tumblr#writing#fantasy romance#author#romance fluff#contemporary romance#queer fluff#queer romance#nonbinary fluff#non binary fluff#fluff#romance#authors#native writer#writer stuff#writers of tumblr#queer writers#i wrote some words#i wrote something#stuff i wrote#i wrote this#my writing#short story#short fluff#god#goddess#immortality
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