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[hercrusadesheep]

“The sun is his strength and smile”

Lord Apollo god of light,music,arts,poetry,healing,illness and other aspects bless us with your presence and grace

[kullerindendogan]

[thedeadpoetsraven]

Out of my ignorance, I called you a homeland and I forgot homelands are taken away.

— Mahmoud Darwish

[nakamori-lovers]

[deafeningladyruins]

BLOOD TIES

In the quaint, brooding town of Wisborg, where shadows seemed to linger a moment longer and whispers of old secrets wove through the cobblestone streets, there lived a young woman named Eliza. She was a figure out of place, her heart and soul akin to a gothic novel, filled with yearning and an inexplicable attraction to the macabre. Her life, shrouded in a melancholic solitude, found an unexpected tether in Count Orlok, the mysterious nobleman whose presence exuded an aura of both dread and fascination.

One evening, as the moon cast its silvery, spectral glow over the town, Eliza made her way to the castle that loomed ominously over Wisborg. The chill of her rare illness had been creeping more persistently through her veins, and she knew she needed to confide in Orlok, the only soul who seemed to understand the dark recesses of her heart.

As she entered the grand, shadow-laden hall, her eyes met Orlok’s, filled with an intense, inscrutable depth. He stood like a figure from an ancient tragedy, his gaze penetrating yet tender.

"Eliza," he intoned softly, his voice a melodious whisper that echoed through the vast, empty space. "What burdens your soul?"

Eliza, her heart thrumming with a blend of fear and desperate hope, drew a shaky breath. "Count Orlok, I am afflicted with a rare and insidious disease of the blood. The physicians offer no hope, and I fear my time is slipping away like sand through an hourglass."

A shadow passed over Orlok’s gaunt, pallid face, and he stepped closer, his very presence a strange comfort in the cold expanse. "Tell me more," he urged, his voice a mix of sorrow and fierce determination.

Eliza recounted her condition, her voice a fragile wisp in the dimly lit hall. She spoke of the constant weariness, the relentless pain, and the creeping despair that had become her unwelcome companion. Orlok listened with rapt attention, his eyes never wavering from her face. When she finished, he took her hand in his, his touch cool but steadying.

"Eliza," he said, his voice imbued with a deep, unearthly resolve. "I will not allow you to fade into the abyss. There exists a way to save you, but it demands a grave sacrifice."

Eliza’s heart raced, a tumult of hope and terror. "What do you mean?"

Orlok’s gaze intensified, his eyes gleaming with a fervent light. "I can bestow upon you my blood. It will purge your affliction, yet it will bind you to me for eternity. You will become like me, a dweller of the night, forsaking the warmth of the sun."

Eliza’s mind was a tempest of conflicting emotions. The thought of becoming a vampire, a creature of darkness, filled her with dread, but the alternative—a slow, inevitable death—was far more harrowing. She looked into Orlok’s eyes, seeing the profound love and torment that lay within. He was offering her life, albeit a life steeped in shadows.

"I accept," she whispered, her voice barely audible, yet filled with a steely resolve. "I desire to live, and to remain by your side."

Orlok’s eyes softened, and he drew her into a gentle, yet firm embrace. "You are courageous, Eliza. Together, we shall navigate the darkness."

That night, Orlok guided Eliza to a hidden chamber deep within the labyrinthine castle. The room was a sanctuary of ancient relics and arcane symbols, a testament to Orlok’s enduring existence. In the center, an ornate bed draped in crimson silk awaited, its presence both inviting and foreboding.

"Lie down," Orlok instructed, his voice a mellifluous command that brooked no disobedience.

Eliza complied, her heart a symphony of anticipation and fear. Orlok knelt beside her, his eyes a complex tapestry of sorrow and adoration. He leaned closer, his breath a cool caress against her skin.

"This will only be a moment’s pain," he murmured, before sinking his fangs into her chest, near her heart.

Eliza gasped as a sharp pain lanced through her, followed swiftly by a tidal wave of warmth and a dizzying euphoria. She felt her mortal life ebbing away, supplanted by a powerful, vibrant force. Orlok’s blood coursed through her, healing and transforming her, binding her to him in a union of eternal night.

When Eliza awoke, she was reborn. An ethereal strength surged through her, her senses heightened to an almost painful clarity. Orlok stood beside her, his eyes alight with pride and an unwavering devotion.

"Welcome to your new existence, Eliza," he intoned, his voice a symphony of emotion. "You are no longer constrained by the ephemeral bounds of mortality."

Eliza rose, feeling the newfound power pulsing through her veins, the clarity of her thoughts a stark contrast to her former weakness. She looked upon Orlok with a gaze filled with profound gratitude and burgeoning love. "Thank you, Orlok. I am ready to embrace this new life, to face whatever darkness lies ahead, with you."

As the first tendrils of dawn began to creep across the sky, Orlok took Eliza’s hand and led her to a secluded alcove, away from the impending sunlight. They sat together in the penumbral stillness, their connection now an unbreakable bond forged in the crucible of shared sacrifice and enduring love. Eliza knew her life had irrevocably changed, but with Orlok beside her, she was prepared to embrace the eternal night and the boundless mysteries it promised.

In the dim light, Orlok leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of their shared destiny, of the love that had blossomed in the shadows and would endure through the ages. As their lips parted, Eliza felt a profound sense of belonging, knowing that she and Orlok were bound together, forever entwined in the darkness.

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Good evening everyone, I just saw Nosferatu so I got an idea for this little story, hope you guys like it and feel free to give me ideas.

[princesagelo]

[fake-elizabeth-bennet]

Did you guys wonder how Gwan-Sik accepted Park Chung-seob (the man his daughter marries. Sorry I'm bad with names) sooner than expected? We saw how unwilling he was to even interact with Yeong-beom (Geum Meyong's first love) but for some reason he wasn't hating the presence of Chung-seob. He was grilling him a lot but didn't detest him.

Gwan-sik always told his daughter to come back to him whenever anything goes wrong, when she eats some food (was that a sea food?!) for the first time, when she goes to school, when she decided to take part in the race, when she goes to college, all the time he told his daughter that if she falls back, he'll be right there to hold her.

When Chung-seob was throwing up in the boat, he started following Geum-myeong when she was going to the toilet. Gwan-sik asked him why he follows her everywhere, even to the toilet and his one sentence dissolved all the worries, hesitation and doubts the father had. Chung-seob said - "in case she falls"

The father who always reassured his daughter that he'll pick her up if she falls and she can always come back to him, saw someone else worried that in case she falls, he should be there to help her. And that's why he decided to let Chung-seob rob him off of his precious daughter.

Thank you much for reading this half-witTED TALK.

[endlessnightskyshoutsback]

i had a dream that tumblr rebranded to make the website called "tumplr."

[jolivers-wonder]

I'm so unserious and absolutely not cut out to watch thriller shows because the moment a person points a gun at someone else of the same gender I'm like "oh my god that's so gay" "they should definitely make out"

[hercrusadesheep]

The bright shine of the Morningstar and the fallen angel lord Lucifer ave the great king of hell and justice ♔⚖︎

[kullerindendogan]

[thedeadpoetsraven]

𝑂𝑓 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.

— Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns

[memetappy]

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[deafeningladyruins]

A Christmas Surprise

The abandoned carnival, usually a place of eerie silence and haunting memories, had transformed into a winter wonderland. Art the Clown had spent weeks preparing for this moment, determined to give her a Christmas she would never forget. He wanted to show her that beneath his eerie exterior, he could be tender and caring. It all began one crisp evening when she returned from a walk to find the carnival unusually quiet. The entrance, usually marked by rusting gates, now glowed with a string of twinkling lights. She followed the path illuminated by the lights, her curiosity growing with each step. As she rounded the corner, her breath caught in her throat.

Before her stood a sight that seemed straight out of a dream. The dilapidated rides and booths were adorned with garlands, wreaths, and ornaments. Strings of colorful lights crisscrossed above, casting a warm, festive glow over everything. Snow, either real or an illusion Art had conjured, blanketed the ground, adding a magical touch to the scene.

"Art?" she called out softly, her voice trembling with awe and emotion.

From behind a large, decorated Christmas tree, Art the Clown emerged, dressed in a Santa Claus suit. His ever-present smile now filled with pride and anticipation. He held out his hand, and she took it without hesitation, letting him lead her deeper into the transformed carnival. He had set up a cozy area with a makeshift fireplace, crackling with faux flames that provided both warmth and light. There was a small table laid out with a festive feast—roasted vegetables, steaming bowls of soup, and a perfectly cooked roast. Art gestured for her to sit, his eyes twinkling with delight.

As they enjoyed their meal, she couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the effort and love Art had poured into this surprise. "Art, this is incredible. How did you manage all of this?"

Art's silent response was a gentle squeeze of her hand and a warm smile. After dinner, he led her to a small stage, where a phonograph stood ready with an old record. He placed the needle carefully, and soon, the air was filled with the soft, melodic strains of a Christmas waltz.

Art extended his hand once more, inviting her to dance. She accepted, and they began to waltz under the twinkling lights, their movements graceful and synchronized. The world outside ceased to exist as they lost themselves in the music and each other.

"You're full of surprises," she whispered, her heart swelling with love and gratitude.

Art's eyes softened as he leaned in closer, brushing his lips against hers in a tender kiss. The moment was perfect, a blend of romance and magic that seemed to freeze time itself. As the song came to an end, Art took her hand and led her to a small clearing where a sprig of mistletoe hung from the highest branch of a bare tree. He pointed up, drawing her attention to the delicate green plant. She looked up and then back at him, a smile playing on her lips.

"Mistletoe?" she asked with a playful glint in her eyes. "How traditional of you."

Art's eyes twinkled with mischief as he leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. The world around them melted away, leaving only the warmth of their embrace and the electricity of their connection. The kiss deepened, a silent testament to their love that transcended words. Afterward, Art led her to a cozy tent adorned with soft blankets and pillows, creating a sanctuary of comfort and warmth. Inside, the tent was warm and inviting, with more twinkling lights casting a gentle glow. Art had prepared everything to make her feel cherished and loved.

She climbed into the bed he had arranged, feeling the soft, comforting embrace of the blankets. "Art, will you stay with me tonight?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to be alone."

Art nodded, his smile gentle and reassuring. He lay down beside her, and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. As they cuddled together, the warmth of their bodies and the soft glow of the lights created a cocoon of safety and love.

Art rested his head on her chest, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. For the first time in his twisted existence, he felt a profound sense of peace and belonging. She stroked his hair gently, her touch soothing and tender.

"Thank you, Art," she murmured, her eyes closing as she drifted off to sleep. "This is the best Christmas I've ever had."

As the night wore on, they lay entwined in each other's embrace, finding solace and comfort in their shared love. In their hidden sanctuary, amidst the remnants of a forgotten carnival, they had found a place where their hearts could be free—a place where even the darkest souls could find light and love.

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I’m back, I apologise there were a lot of stuff going on but I made it, hope you guys enjoy this little story.

Other stories

A Silent Affection

Carnival of Shadows

[princesagelo]

[fake-elizabeth-bennet]

I love how similar Ae-sun's and Geum-myeong's husbands are. Both have their wives as number zero priority. Gwan-sik chose his wife over his mother and family and Chung-seob didn't hesitate even for a second to choose his wife over the kid when she was in labor. Both are always mesmerised how smart their wives are (Gwan-sik always told everyone that his wife is very smart and literary and Chung-seob is always confident of his wife's business idea and proudly tells everyone that she graduated from Seoul National University). Both of them know how much their wives love their mom. They know that they have their wives' heart but the woman they love have an irreplaceable place in their hearts for their mother. Gwan-sik gifts Ae-sun's mother's home to her and Chung-seob realised that no matter how much love and care he showers, Geum-myeong needs her mother when she's in labor pain. Both the men are so similar and it's so evident how the daughter chose the man who's as much devoted to her as her father was to her mother. Gwan-sik told Geum-myeong's first love that she always used to say that she'll marry her father and she eventually married a man who is so much like him.

I love how much the dots are connecting in this drama. How everything said in a mere fleeting moment becomes so much relevant years later. How Ae-sun wanted to make her mother so much proud and how in the end her mother's face is the editor's face and she sends her a note "I'm so proud of you".