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VAMPIRES SHOULD BE WEIRD! THEY SHOULD BE FUCKED UP! Vampires who are just goths that say 'indubitably' (aka, goths) are boring. Vampires should be products of their history, human minds turned monstrous by unnatural immortality, unimaginable hunger. They shouldn't be normal, even a little bit.

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𝑽𝒐𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒓-𝑫𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑰𝒕 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒂.

They  move  beneath  the  surface  like  breath  under  ice—unseen,  but  impossible  to  silence.  In  storage  lots  overrun  with  ivy,  in  attics  sealed  with  aging  insulation,  and  in  motel  rooms  where  the  walls  hum  faintly  with  something  unsaid,  the  Resistance  persists.  There  are  no  banners,  no  manifestos.  Only  fractured  survivors—the rare ex-employee  with  shadows  behind  their  eyes,  spouses  abandoned  by  the  ones  they  loved,  daughters  left  with  half-hugs  and  vacant  stares.  They  speak  in  fragments,  pass  messages  on  torn  receipts,  and  vanish  before  names  can  be  remembered.  What  connects  them  isn’t  hope.  It’s  the  quiet  refusal  to  let  the  fracture  define  what  remains. Once,  long  ago,  they  stood  in  the  daylight.  Held  signs.  Lit  candles.  Sang  lullabies  for  the  severed  and  the  stolen.  They  gathered  in  the  square  and  asked  to  be  heard.  But  Downe’s  Hollow  does  not  permit  disruption.  What  met  them  wasn’t  dialogue,  but  redirection:  job  revocations,  missing  persons  notices,  reorganized  housing  assignments.  After  that,  the  streets  returned  to  order.  The  radios  grew  louder.  Since  then,  the  resistance  has  become  more  precise.  They  organize  beneath  the  pretense  of  neighborhood  clubs,  late-night  film  screenings,  book  exchanges  that  never  discuss  books.  Their  conversations  are  brief,  their  eyes  always  scanning  windows.  The  town  is  too  quiet  to  trust. They  are  not  trying  to  undo  the  world—only  to  remember  what  it  cost  to  build  this  one.  They  gather  evidence,  preserve  what  the  company  calls  "noise":  half-drawn  sketches  on  cafeteria  slips,  snippets  of  a  voice  recorded  mid-sentence,  objects  that  shouldn’t  exist.  They  care  for  these  fragments  like  sacred  relics.  Not  because  they  expect  revolution—but  because  truth  deserves  to  live  somewhere.  Some  who  join  vanish  entirely.  Some  return  unable  to  speak.  A  few  sit  in  stillness,  whispering  names  no  one  else  recalls.  Every  disappearance  tightens  their  resolve.  Every  fragment  makes  the  silence  heavier.  And  still,  they  choose  to  carry  it. There  is  a  phrase  they  pass  like  a  secret  inheritance:  “ Meet  me  at  the  equator. ” No  one  can  quite  define  it.  It  isn’t  a  location,  nor  a  time.  It  is  a  place  between  selves—a  line  of  impossible  balance  where  what  was  divided  might  become  whole  once  more.  It’s  etched  into  frost-covered  windshields,  folded  into  prayer  cards,  whispered  into  coat  collars  during  long  walks  home.  The  company  cannot  trace  it,  because  it  isn’t  a  route.  It’s  a  reckoning.  And  though  Volner-Downe  controls  the  streets,  the  names,  the  sky,  it  cannot  unmake  the  longing.  The  resistance  isn’t  asking  for  restoration.  It  is  becoming  it.  Quietly.  Precisely.  Irrevocably.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒖𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒖𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎.

THE  HOUSE  OF  DISSENSION  is  a 21+  original,  psychological  horror, drama, and political  roleplay  set  in  a  retrofuturist  2028,  where  identity  has  become  a  product,  obedience  a  prescription,  and  silence  the  only  permitted  rebellion.  Inspired  by  Severance,  Succession,  The  Sims,  and  Control,  it  explores  corporate  surveillance,  manufactured  realities,  and  the  ghost-like  aftermath  of  partitioned  lives.  The  aesthetic  is  mid-century  modern  gone  sterile:  sleek  chrome,  synthetic  smiles,  and  cocktail  parties  hosted  beneath  the  glare  of  hidden  cameras.  Centered  around  profound  character  evolution,  embracing  dark  narratives,  intricate  personal  journeys,  immersive  world-building,  and  transformative  plot  developments  designed  to  challenge  your  character  and  reshape  the  very  fabric  of  their  reality. This  world  is  curated  to  the  point  of  collapse,  built  on  a  foundation  of  inherited  power,  manipulated  memory,  and  the  slow,  aching  horror  of  being  erased  while  alive.  More  information  will  be  declassified  on  May  18th.  Until  then—remember  your  place,  repeat  your  mantras,  and  above  all  else:  we’re  happy  to  be  here.

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘, 𝗙𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪 𝗢𝗥 𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗘𝗫𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧 & 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗗𝗜𝗕𝗦 𝗢𝗡 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗦 !

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Joy Sullivan, “Want", Instructions for Traveling West

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-Anaïs Nin, 1939

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Ursula K. Le Guin, “Author’s Note” from The Left Hand of Darkness

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Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

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"la venida de cristo" (the cumming of christ)

paintings by fabián chairez (mexico, born 1987) also available as a postcard set

his exhibition in mexico city is currently being targeted by extremist religious groups and christian groups are trying to sue him (X) for his work so i thought i would show all of tumblr

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DEAR [ YOU ], WE ADMIRE YOU.

« WE HAVE BEEN WATCHING YOU. Measuring you, dissecting you in the quiet autopsy of ambition, in the sacred calculus of hunger and ruin. And yet, you persist. Exquisite thing, self-fashioned from sinew and silver-tongued lies, you understand, don’t you?—That this world does not belong to those who ask politely. It belongs to those who take, to those who carve their names into history with a steady hand and an unflinching gaze.

The Trial of Hearts calls for you.

Lucky thirteen names. Lucky you.

And now, you must decide. Do you step forward? Or do you wait, breathless, as the noose tightens around the throat of hesitation?

The board is set, eager to welcome you.

Be beautiful. Be brilliant. Be courageous.

Most ardently, we await you. »

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At a Swiss prestigious BLUE IVY UNIVERSITY, where ambition calcifies into power, thirteen students are handpicked by a Secret Society each year to partake in the Trial of Hearts - a grande spectacle of a game of persuasion, betrayal, and an unforgettable high. The greatest honor, the sweetest absolution and fulfillment of desire, and the cruelest sentence. Lose and you're exposed, exiled, ruined beyond repair. It is told the thirteen receive six months to sharpen their knives until the game begins. This year's batch, however, bears different teeth. The student whom everyone thought would win —the golden prodigy, the untouchable destiny— is found dead on a Sunday on chapel stone, throat opened like a second mouth, body arranged in perfect repose. A renaissance painting rendered in flesh and finale. No note. Only elegant violence—a statement written in absence, a rupture in the grand design. The message is clear: someone has already played their hand. Now twelve remain, and the music has already changed its tune, for no one here is innocent.

AND WHEN ASKED ABOUT HIS MURDER, YOU WILL BE TOLD THAT HE DESERVED TO DIE.

THE TRIAL OF HEARTS is an original 21+ game-theory skeleton-based rp, featuring twelve of the university’s most brilliant and ambitious that are taking part in a Secret Society game. Inspired by The Secret History , The Atlas Six and Gossip Girl, the game’s limited run will unravel the obsessions, betrayals, and secrets of its players, and beg the question: Who will win this year's game?

✦  ENTER. ✦ 

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reblog this with the most embarassing thing about ur spotify wrapped in the tags

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Louise Glück, from an interview with poet in Poets & Writers

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I just got described as an "ad hating commie" by someone because I said a minute of youtube ads is unpleasant. fully spent 5 minutes arguing and defending youtube ads. insane stuff

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IT'S MORE ANCIENT THAN EDEN, GRANDER THAN TIME—THIS BETRAYAL.

At the heart of this world beats a bottomless, yearning hunger—not mere need, but an insatiable craving that feeds on the violent horror haunting every desire. This is no simple desire, but a violent horror gnawing through every ambition. Five years have passed since REVENANT, heir to Aston Holdings, and fellow class graduate vanished, leaving behind the raw, unfulfilled promise of power. The brightest minds, born of every gilded corner of the globe, battle tooth and claw to defend their posts within the bank, driven by insatiable need, honed by a desire to be remembered. Haunted by the loss of their lynch pin, they lie, cheat, and betray, entangling themselves in secrets darker than profit margins and harder than ledger lines. But when their darling golden boy resurfaces, alive, he drags with him an oath long-buried in blood and excess. They meet his gaze with ravenous eyes, each knowing full well the cost of ambition. At last, a final question remains: What will you do to keep the dead man buried?

IT WILL BE THE DEATH OF US.

THE EXCHANGE is a 21+ finance drama, brimming with decadent intrigue and drawing inspiration from Industry, Saltburn, and Gossip Girl. Set against the backdrop of the mid-2010s, this narrative unfolds within the opulent, glittering corridors of Aston Holdings, New York's most elite investment firm.

MAIN RELEASING 11/22 !

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GOD IS WEEPING, HEAVEN IS BURNING, ON EARTH, IT SNOWS ASHES. . .

Genesis 6:1-4

"When human beings began to increase in number on the earth and daughters were born to them, the sons of God saw that the daughters of humans were beautiful, and they married any of them they chose. Then the Lord said, 'My Spirit will not contend with humans forever, for they are mortal; their days will be a hundred and twenty years.' The Nephilim were on the earth in those days—and also afterward—when the sons of God went to the daughters of humans and had children by them. They were the heroes of old, men of renown."

In the days before God washed away the sins of the world, a disgusting monstrosity had walked the earth amongst mankind. The Nephilim, were they so christened, born from the earthly womb of human women, and the divine seed of God's own heavenly sons (or angels, as some call them), they sprung forth into the world from such a dark and evil union, creatures of terrifying beauty and insatiable hunger. Like Eve, they wanted to sink their teeth into everything, like Lucifer, they wanted to wrap the world in sin, and remake it in their own image. God was angered by this, he had not fathomed his own sons would become so tempted by the beauty of earth, turn against him and their holy vows, and spread their divine seed across the world (in fact, he had not even known it was possible). A betrayal, one near as terrible as that of Lucifer in the Garden of Eden, and in his rage, God cast down all those angels that had found love and lust within human women. Those angels fell like stars from the sky, and were welcomed into the mouth of hell for the rest of eternity. Four hundred years past, and still, God let the Nephilim roam the earth, frightening and terrible beasts, but they wore the faces of both of his favorite creations- how could he destroy them? They were so beautiful, so perfect, despite the disgusting nature that writhed like a snake beneath their flawless flesh... but as time went on, the corruption and horror these creatures inflicted onto humanity could no longer be ignored... So God sent the floods to cleanse the earth. His tears falling from heaven to bathe the world in their purity, drowning out all the terrible things he had allowed to transpire for near half a millennium. His sobs were the thunder, his weeping the deluge of rain. And soon, the whole mess was forgotten, fading away into the depths of human history, now just a legend from some far-gone world. But what the world didn't know, what God, didn't know, was that his grandchildren were not so easily slain, nor would they be so easily forgotten- their remnants scattered across the globe, they slowly clawed their way back to their former glory. And the heavens are no longer answering our prayers...

BEAUTIFUL CREATURES is a 21+ dark fantasy, vampire horror roleplay set in an alternate timeline of human history, in what we know as Imperial Russia. There will be themes of political and court intrigue, gothic horror, violence, war, (low) magic, grimdark and (low) fantasy elements. This roleplay will be plot-heavy and character driven, featuring event/chapter drops, interactive, in-character decision-making that will change the story and impact all the characters, light ttrpg mechanics during special events, and more. It will feature twenty skeleton or canon characters, and ten original characters.

FOLLOW THIS BLOG FOR MORE INFORMATION AND TO STAY CURRENT ON ANY UPDATES AND TEASERS.

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How did you learn to mix?

i just accept the possibility of being really bad at something and then proceed to do whatever i want

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Mary Shelley don’t be shy — tell us how Frankenstein built that monster !!!

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Louise Glück, from an interview with poet in Poets & Writers

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ANTS ‘N MEN, plain text under cut

Ants making bread crumb into more crumbs,

trotting along a predisposed path,

one by one.

They are all men.

They burrow into my aorta and take what they believe is theirs.

My mind keeps running over every pheromonal river,

over and over.

Like metal in my mouth or wisdom-teeth packets.

My foot on the anthill,

slowing down.

They’re all screamin’, “You asshole! You’re so cruel!”

But you broke into my body first,

you betrayed the biological promises made.

Stop playing the victim.

You’re just an animal,

and so am I.

Sometimes animals do stupid things,

and sometimes they’re just trying to survive.