#how to leave a legacy

[thefinemen]

Immortality Projects: How Alpha Men Craft Legacies That Echo for Centuries

Tagline: Your body will fade. Your name doesn’t have to. Excerpt: Every man dies. Not every man is remembered. This blog dives into the deepest masculine mission—the quest for immortality through legacy. Backed by psychological truth, ancient Indian thought, and historical examples of men who built kingdoms with time as their canvas, this piece is your blueprint for becoming eternal. Whether…

[cookedtechie]

Making a Difference: Leaving Your Mark on the World...

Daily writing promptWhat is the legacy you want to leave behind?View all responses Have you ever thought about how awesome it would be to leave a positive mark on the world? You know, to do something that really makes a difference and makes the world a better place? Well, you’re not alone! Lots of people dream about leaving their own unique imprint on the world, whether it’s through their job,…

[superbat-lmao]

Jason travels to an alternate universe where Bruce only cares about being Batman. He took in each of his kids to serve the mission, not be his children.

Now, faced with alternate versions of his family, Jason has to grapple with the fact that his Bruce does care, that he is his father. Because the man in front of him now, trying to send him home, isn’t even close.

[luthqrs]

“yes sir, i’ll have her “your daughter calls home by 9pm.” me daddy too.”

[myokk]

PSA‼️‼️

If you are a fic writer who posts oneshots and chapters to tumblr, PLEASE use the “read more” feature. When you don’t, you have a whole block of text, that can sometimes be 5k+ words, and it really reduces the chance people will read it/scroll through your blog/reblog your works.

When you don’t, if someone wants to see the next post on their dashboard or if they’re scrolling through your blog, they have to scroll SO MUCH to see the next post🫨 this feature lets your blog look so neat and pretty, and people who go on your blog to scroll can more easily see your posts.

Tumblr is a really fun place to post fics, BUT it’s still a blogging platform first and foremost (not really like ao3 or wattpad) & workarounds like this feature really help out♥️

I would love to hear from other people!! Do you agree with me or is it something that you’ve never really noticed and doesn’t bother you? I’m fully willing to accept that I’m weird about this😆😆

[stingraygun]

honestly usually get too shy to share stuff like this but lmao some fankids me and my partner made together in our WW lives AU where they eventually settle down in colony 3 together and build a little family.

[russilton]

Seb Kawka | Qatar F1A race one

“Legacy, what is a legacy?

It's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see

I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me” - Hamilton, Musical.

[rustedleopard]

I wonder if Flowey ever just... let Clover stay dead for longer than a few seconds after they died in a fight just to see what happens. I mean, he basically is the master of their fate and would probably get bored of seeing them repeat the same three routes over and over and over again. I feel like in between trying to push Clover to fight Asgore, he'd probably find the time to entertain himself watching other characters react to Clover's death to mix things up a bit.

[starsbook]

The video playlist includes bike sounds and text to speech voiceovers!! If you do not prefer that here are links to listed playlists:

Spotify playlist:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7k6VekBZZRajoCiBdTI1Be?si=taxdw1hlSACyWY9LMaaRhw&pi=a-Z_xe4zllQtul

Youtube playlist:

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLt1ONzd-t3Chhtp-4UUwtiwJ8hQZppfIS&si=MCzEYalq7gxeBSHg

Next playlist in works >>> Friday nights at the High Rise (a Criminally Yours inspired jazzy bar playlist)

[flowerflamestars]

Effloresce snippet

Trails radiated outward, tidal waves of long-ago receding water streaking pale across the forest floor until they bled together. One perfect ring outside another, eight trees caught in continual pink bloom, sheltering a salt-encrusted clearing. As though a whole sea had died, dried to nothing but salt and shore, here in a circle on the edge of ancient woodland. Here, over the grave. Nesta paced around where stone had been placed in the ground once, twice, desired speed visibly stymied by both her own wounded leg and Lucien, taking what were, for him, minuscule steps as he helped her remain upright. His gaze was a weight on Elain’s face, warm, but she found it hard to tear her eyes away. Set in salt, ringed round in cedar, eight points of silver-mottled alabaster stone made a star. At its center, laid clear, a single chiseled word: ARCHERON. Elain sank down to touch it, stone unnaturally smooth. Cold, as the misty night they’d passed in panic, waiting for more survivors, watching as the bodies were brought. How perfect, Elain thought, a compass for a grave. An Archeron knew always, where they were in the world, if only they could find the stars. “Something fae died here,” Lucien had been quiet since they’d left Velaris. Exhausted. “Something old.” Nesta sucked in a scathing breath. “Grandmother was human. So far as anyone believed.” A look up, in time to catch Lucien try to carefully pivot, to see Nesta shove him, to stand for a second alone, white-faced. Lucien sank down on his haunches, across from Elain. Dragged one long-fingered hand, surreally alive, through clumping sea salt, before pressing hard, palm down. Whatever the tree-roots told puckered his brow, gold eyes glinting bonfire bright in the dawn. “Two bodies.” Nesta looked at Elain. Elain wanted to stand, to go to her. To rise and run and- to stay right here on the ground until her weight sank into salt, until she was one with the soil, deep enough to demand answers from her ancestors bones. “She didn’t die at home.” Shore cedar, salt cedar, tamarisk- eight mortal trees blooming eternal in faerie to mark a human merchant. A human, and someone else. “She made another home,” Elain told her sister, brushing salt from her dress as she moved, stepping over the grave.

“She got out,” Nesta echoed, half hollow. She wasn’t shy about leaning on Elain, a fact that filled her with eye-stinging gratefulness. Nesta, her sharp familiar shoulder digging in, curious expression not enough to lighten the tense, tight lines around her bloodshot eyes, her worry-bitten mouth. Nesta, dehydrated and poisoned and perfectly herself, alive. “She wasn’t alone.”

[kay9leo]

Monster

MC: There's no way around Ominis. He's my best bet. 🥺

Ominis: MC, you know there's no going back if you go to him. He will never leave you alone. You know how Sebastian is like. 🧐

MC: I can't afford to not.😞

Ominis: *sigh* if you must. 😮‍💨

....

Sometime later with a regretful MC:

MC: Sebastian, can we please stop?!?! This is hurting me!!! 😭😭😭

Sebastian: Oh hush MC, you think this is hurting you? You're hurting me! 😤😡😤

MC: How?!?! 😭

Sebastian: You got the citations wrong -when you're citing from two different sources in the same sentence, you have to cite it in that sentence and list them in alphabetical order! Not at the end of the paragraph! You're not going to get an O on this if you ignore it and do it the lazy way! 😤🙄🧐

MC: I just need an A on this 😩 My class grade can take a hit if I get an A from this research term paper 😭😭😭

Sebastian: An A?!?! 🙄 You can do better than that! We're aiming for an O!!! 😤

MC: We been at this for hours! 😭😭😭

Sebastian: You defeated Ranrok, dont be so melodramatic about this 🙄 Now here's what you need to do 🧐*Processed to nitpick and give positive criticism on MC's research term paper for the next four hours, forcing MC to reread it outloud to make sure there are no wonky sentences, making sure his bestie will get nothing less than an O for that term research paper*

...

From what I recall:

(American) Muggle grades vs Magical Grades

A = O (Outstanding)

B = E (Exceeds Expectations)

C = A (Acceptable)

D = P (Poor)

E = D (Dreadful)

F = T (Troll)

[ps-cactus]

Shades of Silver Lining - Ch. 1 - posted ✅

Ch.0 <- | Ch.2 ->

word count: 5187 ✨ [ AO3 ] ✨ [ Wattpad ]

Ch. 0 is teaser; you can find tags and summary for the whole story in its post as well. Short list: 6th year, Ominis x f!MC Slow Romance, Adventure, Myths and Legends

now, the loudest applause to @asallowgrave and @accio-bagel for beta reading 🙂‍↕️👏🏻 thank you a million times for your help

💕tag list: @savingsallow, @crvcioking, @acslytherpuff, @espressoristretto-patronum, @ravenwind-75, @diana-bluewolf , @theladyofshalott1989 💕 tell me if you don't want to be tagged / would like to be tagged as well

I don't feel like posting a whole text here but I'll leave some out-of-context excerpts under the cut:

・・・ The man approached small shelves by the fireplace, coming nearer to the flickering firelight. Alyn blinked, suddenly recognising why his figure had seemed familiar. The sleek embroidery on the lapels of his coat caused her fingertips to twitch faintly.

Was it merely the poor lighting, or did the pattern really resemble an intricate weave of countless “G”s? She remembered seeing a similar pattern on a coat, only it was a different shade of grey, a much lighter one. Ominis had started wearing it more often in this weather. The thick fabric, neat detailing, and expensive trim—it looked like something from Gladrags, but with a more sophisticated, restrained style. The man’s stature also reminded her of Ominis, though this face held no familiar traits. Alyn pleaded for this pattern not to mean Gaunt, but to simply be a tailor’s logo or some abstraction. ・・・

・・・“Weird thing, that these myths and legends are in the Restricted Section,” Alyn commented, casting him a sideways look and tapping the spine of the book at the bottom of the stack. “I flipped through, but they seem like pretty gruesome, creepy tales. Seeking some bedtime stories?”

“Possibly,” Sebastian shrugged so dramatically indifferently that Alyn snorted in amusement. She kept her eyes fixed on him. He was usually the one who could stare through someone, but when she gave him the exact same look, he faltered like a child. ・・・

・・・Sebastian looked at Alyn again, his hands still stretched toward the flames. “So, how was the date?” A sly grin played on his lips. “Did you and Ominis discover something particularly delightful at Honeydukes?” ・・・

[leifyposting]

“i will be better than my mother” not as a declaration of spite but as an act of tribute. you know?

not simply “i will be better than my mother because she messed me up and i refuse to be like her”

but instead “i will be better than my mother because she taught me to be, because she instilled these values into me even though she sometimes failed to live up to them”

“i will be better than my mother because she laid the foundation for me, because she shed the wrongs of the past as best as she could even if she could not lose all of them”

“i will be better than my mother because she would want me to be���

[myokk]

[girl-named-matty]

The AU to traumatize them all... mainly @nyrathecruel7 tho lol

[tetrafelino]

half way through this baby