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swagglessmoth · 2 years

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I’m gonna mention a few fics by name that have me hooked (some of them I’m pretty sure that have been discontinued but if there’s no note from the author then I’ll keep waiting 🤞)

1. On the edge of seventeen by Scratchienails (obviously) [ao3]

When I saw that the third chapter came out I went so feral I couldn’t read it for a full 45 minutes. That’s all I’m gonna say, I have three other full posts dedicated to this fic

By the same author theres also “But the sea changes colours” it’s based around the same idea that Roger never died but Roger and Shanks steal baby Luffy from Garp and Dragon (it’s very funny but I think it’s been discontinued)

2. A boy with a scar by Syluk [ao3]

It’s a fic about Luffy having been taken as a slave when he was a child and how this affects the story. It has 33 chapters and counting and IT IS SO GOOD AA. Really love when authors take into account all the consequences the changes of the au would have in canon, I mean, like characters that haven’t met the main crew yet still doing things off frame. And the characterization is on point, I love that

3. Blackout / How to catch a Shikari / Brothers under the moon by rikuai12 [ao3/fanfiction]

THIS AUTHOR RAAAAA

That’s all I’ll say

4. Maybe this is home by Lilian_lav [ao3]

At first I was kind of hesitant bc Luffy was kind of out of character and everyone hated him, but as the chapters went on the little cryptid fuck grew on me and so did on the other characters. It has 24 chapters and counting and it’s really fun how asl interact with the heart pirates (though I’m kind of only interested in luffy but that’s just bc I’m hyperfixating)

5. Beyond blood by Justcallmecookie [fanfiction]

This one has permanently marked me and I will never forget about it. It’s about Luffy running away from the government and trying to find Ace after they find out he is Dragon’s son and call on a buster call on Dawn island. Sadly it’s been discontinued but it’s still a really good plot, story and writing overall

Though there is this fic (Blood is thicker then water by ImHyperfixatingdontBotherMe [ao3]) that is inspired by this one and kind of taking their own spin on it. It’s still ongoing and I do recommend it even though it doesn’t have the same vive as the original

6. Colour the ocean red (to prove my love to you) by Epiphany_Of_SummerSunsets [ao3]

It’s super cute with mer teen Shanks and little Luffy, I love their interactions and with there were more fics about them. I also like the mystery with the murders going around and the fact that they made Rouge Garps daughter. Really in love with the whole Monkey D. Gol D. family with asl + Buggy

7. Luffy is Lost in The MHA/BNHA world, but he gets taken in by the Yaoyorozu's and attends school by AndreiStrambeanu [ao3]

…listen, hear me out..

Okay the title is pretty self explanatory and it may not be everyone’s cup of tea but I was bored and it was entertaining. The writing is kinda ass sometimes and there are a lot of plotholes (of which the author is concious about and doesn’t give any fucks) but it IS the author’s first fic (at least published on ao3) so I’ll give them the pass. It is meant to entertain not be a magnum opus, and it does it’s purpose. It is also still ongoing so I’ll take whatever I can

8. Almost giving up before we’ve even started by Leohanan [ao3]

THIS ONE OMG 💞💞

Incredible piece of literature, I loved every second of it. Rouge adopting asl is the best plot and idea ever and I love it. AND ITS COMPLETE 10/10 would read again

8. Tempus Edax Rerum (I think that’s how it’s spelled) by appl_juice [ao3]

Really cute with little Shanks time traveling and ending up with the strawhats, it only has 4 chapters and unfortunately I think it has been discontinued but it had a really good plot and didn’t feel ooc which adds extra points

9. Oden’s eldest by Alexiledit [ao3]

I’ll be careful with this one cause I know the author is on tumblr

I really like it, but not for the fic itself unfortunately, but for the posts about it they have on their tumblr (which expand much more on the au). The fic has one chapter and I think it’s been discontinued, the writing isn’t magnificent but I like the plot. I’ve actually made several pieces of fanart bc this au stuck to my brain and refused to let go for some time. I have a bad habit of taking characters I love and putting them in already existent family dynamics with characters that have nothing to do with them, so I see why I loved this au so much

There are others like Old truths by GreaterAwareness [ao3] Flashy brotherhood by Airuna [ao3] and Tomorrow before yesterday beguins by Staryty [ao3] (this one I’m still halfway though) which have amazing plots and writing but I got kind of bored (I think bc they focused more on Ace or other characters other than Luffy and I exclusively read Luffy centric fics) but they are amazing anyway and should still be acknowledged like the rest.

This is not a tier list, I’m not ranking them in any order whatsoever. I just like ranting

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rhianna · 7 months

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THE CATHEDRAL OF NOTRE-DAME. VICTOR HUGO.

MOST certainly, the Cathedral of Notre-Dame is still a sublime and majestic edifice. But, despite the beauty which it preserves in its old age, it would be impossible not to be indignant at the injuries and mutilations which Time and man have jointly inflicted upon the venerable structure without respect for Charlemagne, who laid its first stone, and Philip Augustus, who laid its last.

There is always a scar beside a wrinkle on the face of this aged queen of our cathedrals. Tempus edax homo edacior, which I should translate thus: Time is blind, man is stupid.

If we had leisure to examine one by one, with the reader, the various traces of destruction imprinted on the old church, Time’s work would prove to be less destructive than men’s, especially des hommes de l’art, because there have been some individuals in the last two centuries who considered themselves architects.

First, to cite several striking examples, assuredly there are few more beautiful pages in architecture than that façade, exhibiting the three deeply-dug porches with their pointed arches; the plinth, embroidered and indented with twenty-eight royal niches; the immense central rose-window,29 flanked by its two lateral windows, like the priest by his deacon and sub-deacon; the high and frail gallery of open-worked arches, supporting on its delicate columns a heavy platform; and, lastly, the two dark and massive towers, with their slated pent-houses. These harmonious parts of a magnificent whole, superimposed in five gigantic stages, and presenting, with their innumerable details of statuary, sculpture, and carving, an overwhelming yet not perplexing mass, combine in producing a calm grandeur. It is a vast symphony in stone, so to speak; the colossal work of man and of a nation, as united and as complex as the Iliad and the romanceros of which it is the sister; a prodigious production to which all the forces of an epoch contributed, and from every stone of which springs forth in a hundred ways the workman’s fancy directed by the artist’s genius; in one word, a kind of human creation, as strong and fecund as the divine creation from which it seems to have stolen the two-fold character: variety and eternity.

And what I say here of the façade, must be said of the entire Cathedral; and what I say of the Cathedral of Paris, must be said of all the Mediæval Christian churches. Everything in this art, which proceeds from itself, is so logical and well-proportioned that to measure the toe of the foot is to measure the giant.

Let us return to the façade of Notre-Dame, as it exists to-day when we go reverently to admire the solemn and mighty Cathedral, which, according to the old chroniclers, was terrifying: quæ mole sua terrorem incutit spectantibus.

That façade now lacks three important things: first, the30 flight of eleven steps, which raised it above the level of the ground; then, the lower row of statues which occupied the niches of the three porches; and the upper row1 of the twenty-eight ancient kings of France which ornamented the gallery of the first story, beginning with Childebert and ending with Philip Augustus, holding in his hand “la pomme impériale.”

Time in its slow and unchecked progress, raising the level of the city’s soil, buried the steps; but whilst the pavement of Paris like a rising tide has engulfed one by one the eleven steps which formerly added to the majestic height of the edifice, Time has given to the church more, perhaps, than it has stolen, for it is Time that has spread that sombre hue of centuries on the façade which makes the old age of buildings their period of beauty.

#project gutenberg #history #cathedral #architecture

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february2084 · 2 years

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Edax sapiens (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/335742853-edax-sapiens?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=February2084&wp_originator=sa9XHnKUOmkAOmHx6PI7JRIixUrc5ah3BAedNEdTmMT6k4jEIrwKIqfR7MTw2f1wAuF5JJO%2BETHDhjbQAd7%2Fr78ktnJBI0h%2FjL4rEPoBaHCXXNOOAN622OlRBiPT4uvo The year was 2101. Human explorers had set foot on every planet and moon they could stand on. Governments, corporations, and criminal enterprises raced close behind to claim the unearthly territories for themselves. It was an unforgiving and wild frontier, rife with danger, mystery, and unbridled experimentation far from any ethical jurisdiction to stop them. From the mafia on Europa trafficking human-animal hybrids, to an AI worshipped by a surrogacy convent, there was no shortage of strange and unusual characters reshaping humanity. But of all the secrets and madmen hiding beyond the asteroid belt, none compared to Edax RNA and The Boss who developed it.

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charlotte-lancer · 2 years

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12,15,16

Ahhhh I'm so sorry about taking so long to answer this! I accidentally saved it to drafts instead of posting it 😬

12. Is there a trope you haven't written yet, but really want to write?

I'd love to write a bodyswap fic. I love reading fics with that trope, especially when the characters have to pretend not to be swapped for whatever reason, but I've never really had a solid idea for writing one myself.

15. A Hollywood producer tells you they want to film one of your fics. Which fic do you want it to be?

Ooh, definately Blue Prints and Blue Whales. It's currently a WIP, but I have the whole thing plotted out/partially drafted, and the plot basically follows a standard action movie formula, so it would probably be the easiest to translate to screen.

If I had to pick a finished work, though, I'd go with Mirage, because I think it could make a cool horror story if it was adjusted a bit.

16. What is your most underrated fic?

Probably my TAPS fanfics, since they don't really get any interaction. I know what I was getting myself into by writing fics for a movie from 1981, but I do wish there was enough of a TAPS fandom to get a comment or two, especially since Tempus Edax is probably my favorite fic that I've written for any fandom.

Thank you so much for these asks 😁

Sorry about the delay!

#me.tag #tag games #fanfiction

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volterran-wine · 2 years

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I just want you to know that I find comfort is this blong and world building, what are some of your favorite fic and the Twilight Fandom in a whole?

Oh thank you so much for bestowing me with such high praise. It always makes me exceptionally emotional whenever someone tells me this blog comforts them somehow, thank you for being here.

Some of my favourite fanfiction you say? I am the kind of reader who can appreciate a fic even if I do not necessarily like the characters or pairings that show up, so some of these might come as a surprise. Well, I do not have a good system to mark my favourites so this is going off the top of my head;

• ──── 𝑁𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑒’𝑠 𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑅𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠;

Carlisle killed in Volterra & Trust Exercise - By Huggy6ear_Angel over at AO3, this is also @loyalmuse here on Tumblr so send them some love for me. They write wonderfully detailed fan fiction about Carlisle/Aro mostly but The Volturi is always prominent in their works. Practically has created their own lore and worldbuilding the same way I did and it is always a fascinating read.

Storm Chasers - By Ginoeh over at AO3, also @ginoeh here on Tumblr so send them my regards. I love how they write Caius. They capture what I like to call Bastard!Caius very well, meaning; he is that dark vampire king that he is but it is written so well and nuanced.

Finitum & Casus Belli - By Kyilliki over at AO3, also @kyilliki here on Tumblr. I wish I could tell you to send my love, but sadly they are not active in the fandom any longer. Their blog and writing is superb, and I will be confident enough to say that they are the best twilight blog on here, no one can compare.

Contingency - Tempus Edax Rerum & Reciprocity - Temet Nosce - By IMP0STRSYNDRM over at AO3, also known as @imp0strsyndrm here on Tumblr so send them some appreciating from me. While I do not have the imagination to make Bella/Aro work, this person does. They write Aro wonderfully in my humble opinion, I am a fan of a morally grey scheming Aro.

Alethiology in Volterra - By Reveri over at AO3. This is in fact a Poly!Kings fic with an OC; and it is so detailed and well written I want to consume their skills and make them my own. Honestly, one of the few fics with this trope that I find believable and the worldbuilding is immaculate. Also; their Caius origin story is so much fun and I sat there with my mouth open as I read it.

The Collector & Other stories - By thepinkpanther over at AO3. Again I am promoting Bella/Aro, but the characterization and worldbuilding in this one is so good. Aro has magic and can be kind of a bastard, which I love to read because it is so different from the way I write my Aro. Renata and Aro’s relationship is immaculate in this one, it makes me excited to write more of my Aro and Renata’s interaction.

• — 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐈 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤;

Alilaro on AO3 / @alilaro — zzinvolterra on AO3 / @zzinvolterra

#Sweet People #Questions for The Author

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wedarkacademia · 3 years

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I posted 1,001 times in 2021

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637 posts reblogged (64%)

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#i know it's not a big deal but this shit traumatized me for life

My Top Posts in 2021

Beautiful Latin phrases ~ part 2

• veni, vidi, vici - I came, I saw, I conquered.

• vivamus, moriendum est - let us live, for we must die.

• ergo dum me diligis - so long as you love me.

• alis volat propriis - she flies with her own wings.

• sic mundus creatus est - thus the world was created.

• aut inveniam viam aut faciam - I shall either find a way or make one.

• mors certa, hora incerta - death is certain, its hour is uncertain

• mors mihi lucrum - death to me is reward

• aeternum vale - farewell forever

• mors ultima linea rerum est - death is everything’s final limit

• nascentes morimur - from when we are born, we begin to die

• mors vincit omnia - death conquers all

• omnia mors aequat - everything is equal in death

• tempus edax rerum - time, devourer of everything

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“Before I am your daughter, your sister, your aunt, niece, or cousin, I am my own person, and I will not set fire to myself to keep you warm.” ― Elizabeth Gracely

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"A university degree, four books & hundreds of articles and I stil make mistakes when reading. You wrote me "Good morning" & I read it as "I love you".

-Mahmoud Darwish

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-Benedict Smith, I wish I wrote the way I thought

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lacedspine · 4 years

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I: hurry me down before my time

this is for the ghosty bois inc au, made by @zannolin and also @thechannelwithoutaname (but they orphaned it), and this specific one-shot was heavily inspired by something @tea-with-veth also wrote for this au!!

content warnings: major character death, housefires/burning to death

Phil is the only one still downstairs when the clock hits 1:00. He glances up when he hears the hands click into place and sighs, stretching out slightly on the worn sofa. Ah. Probably time for bed, then.

Lazily, languidly, he gets to his feet, leaning over to pick the remote up and switch the tv off, and satisfied, he grabs his mug and begins to head to the kitchen, except—

Now that the background hum of the TV is gone, there should be silence, or at least something as close to silence they can get in their little cabin. And yet…

Phil glances upward. There’s a gentle crackling noise that sounds muffled, almost. It doesn’t sound like it’s coming from Wilbur’s room, not really, but Phil figures he’s probably fooling around in GarageBand again or something. Hopefully, he’ll go to bed soon enough; Phil doesn’t want a repeat of a few months ago when Wil had pulled two all-nighters in a row and been completely awful to Techno the next day.

Definitely Wilbur, he reaffirms as he steps into the kitchen, rough oak floorboards under his feet worn smooth by years of use. It certainly isn’t Techno, who around dinner, had started getting that familiar, foggy-eyed look of exhaustion. Phil smiles a little as he pads across the kitchen to dump the lukewarm coffee into the sink. Out like a light, that one is, and no doubt sleeping like the dead.

Now that he thinks about it, he should probably try and mend their sleep habits. He's one to talk, but he’d prefer that Wilbur at least try to make an effort, and for Techno to get more than ten hours a week on average.

Phil spares a moment to glance at the little digital clock perched on the kitchen counter. It’s ticking as well, faint and slightly out of time with the slow, steady rhythm of the grandfather clock in the living room. There’s a post-it note attached to the side of the clock, so he pulls it off and leans forward, closer to the moonlight streaming in from the window to read it, and wiping sweat off of his forehead as he does. Lord, the summers are getting hot. He really needs to buy a fan.

The paper is a vaguely pinkish color. In Techno’s looped handwriting, it reads tempus edax rerum, and below that, in Wilbur’s far messier scrawl, she moves on pretty bloody (fucking? damn?) quick.

Phil rolls his eyes, but smiles wider in spite of himself. He really needs to talk to Wilbur about writing his lyrics on every available surface, but at least it was actually paper this time.

He comes out of the kitchen, kicks his slippers off by the door and— hold on. He pauses, hand still braced on the wall. Is the sound getting louder?

He turns on his heel, trying to pinpoint the sound, and quickly realizes with mild confusion and a hint of apprehension, that it’s definitely not coming from Wilbur’s room. Downstairs, then.

There’s a little shed adjacent to the kitchen where they keep things like tools and Techno’s fencing equipment (well, what he doesn’t sneak back up to his room, anyway), and the sound, which is growing louder by the minute, seems to be coming from it.

Chest tight with anticipation, he crosses the room to stand in front of the door, laying a hand on the doorknob, and—

“Christ!”

He tears his hand back with a hiss of pain. The metal is blazingly hot, to the point where it’s nearly glowing, and now that he’s closer, he can see the smoke beginning to pour from the crack between the floor and the bottom of the door.

Phil swears again for good measure and backs away, trying to get a handle on the situation. The shed is gone for sure, which means that the kitchen probably is too, right?

He takes a couple steps back to check, and sure enough, the far wall of the kitchen is blazing gently. He retreats to the stairs, trying to get away from the waves of heat beginning to take over the bottom floor. Shit. This is...not ideal.

He turns to glance up towards the second floor and— shit. He needs to get Wilbur and Techno, and then they can get out, run into the woods or something, and then…

Well, he’ll cross that bridge when he comes to it. Right now, the important thing is to grab his sons and get the fuck out.

“Wil!” he calls, quickly heading up the stairs, his footsteps shaking the house. “Wilbur!”

He lets his hands graze the doorknob to test the temperature before he turns it, but now— He curses again and kicks the bottom of the door harshly. Jammed. Of course it is.

“Wilbur!”

This time, there’s the faint clatter of something being put down.

“Yeah? Not right now, I’m editing!” And then, “what the fuck? What’s that smell?”

“Fire!” calls Phil above the sound of the flames, and balks when his voice nearly cracks. “I think your door is stuck! Can you try and open it from in there?!”

A thud. The door rattles on its hinges with Wilbur’s weight, but doesn’t budge.

“It’s stuck,” says Wilbur desperately, trying again, and Phil feels his chest beginning to tighten with something like panic. How far can the fire reach? The living room? The stairs? Here?

“Stand back, Wil,” he says, and as soon as Wilbur complies, he flings his full weight at the door, and thankfully, it groans and gives way.

“Come through the gap,” he orders, casting a glance behind him. Better and better. The fire is almost to the stairs now, licking hungrily at the brittle walls of their little cabin. “Make it quick,” he adds sharply.

Gingerly, Wilbur pushes himself through the gap Phil’s created, wincing every time his curls get caught on the splinters of wood. Impatient, Phil grabs him by the arm and hauls him fully through.

“Sorry,” says Wilbur, breathless and flushed, fanning lightly at his face. “It’s hot out here.”

He’s right. The heat rolling across the house is stifling, and the thick yellow sweater Wilbur’s wearing certainly isn’t helping matters.

“Come on,” Phil says, wiping another bead of sweat away and choking back a cough. “Think Techno’s still asleep?”

Wilbur answers with a grimace. Both of them know how heavy of a sleeper Techno can be, especially if he’d actually remembered to take his meds for once. Great.

“Right,” says Phil, taking Wilbur’s elbow and pulling him back. “Techno’s room. Try not to breathe too hard.” Wilbur answers with a jerky nod, and together, they make their way to the room at the very end of the hall, just past the bathroom.

Wilbur slumps against the wall when they stop outside the door, which is...worrying, but Phil’s chest is beginning to hurt, and he needs to focus.

“Techno!” he calls, jiggling the doorknob carefully. It’s locked, because of course it is. Of course Techno still sleeps with the door locked, despite being told over and over again not to. Phil tries again anyway.

“It’s locked,” says Wilbur unhelpfully, coughing a little. Great. Phil kicks the door as hard as he can, and remembers, sharp panic welling up in his chest, that Techno’s room is directly above the kitchen, which is certainly ablaze by now. Shit. He casts a look back down the hallway. The fire hasn’t reached the top of the stairs yet, which means the hall in between Wilbur and Techno’s rooms should be safe, at least for now.

“Wilbur,” he instructs, trying not to sound too desperate. “Go to the bathroom. See if you can find one of his bobby pins while I try to get him up.”

Wilbur nods jerkily and heads back a couple steps to the bathroom, keeping one hand braced on the wall and the other over the lower half of his face. Phil doesn’t blame him honestly. The smoke is beginning to make him feel a bit lightheaded himself.

As much as he wants to keep his eyes trained on Wilbur, make sure he’s safe, the priority now is getting Techno awake, so he turns back to the locked door.

“Techno!” he yells. Nothing. He tries again, pounding at the door with his fists. Is there movement from inside, or is he imagining things? He can barely hear Wilbur fumbling around in the bathroom over the roar of the flames. It’s just so loud.

“Techno!” This time, it’s all but a scream that immediately turns into a raw cough, but blessedly, Wilbur chooses that moment to re-emerge from the bathroom with a bobby pin pinched between his fingers.

“Found one,” he says hoarsely, all but dropping it into Phil’s palm. Despite the fact that his hands are now extremely sweaty, Phil presses the tip of it into the lock and begins to jiggle it around, although the movement is practically involuntary with how badly his hands are shaking.

Next to him, Wilbur leans his back against the wall and lets himself slide into a sitting position, coughing into the crook of his elbow and looking completely wretched. Phil would tell him to stop, except his chest is burning and his own body is shaking with suppressed coughs. Sweat trickles down his temple. Is the fire in Techno’s room? How the fuck is he still asleep? Phil tries not to even think about what the alternative might be.

And then, barely audible above the flames, a faint—

“What? Why’s it— Dad?”

Phil nearly sobs with relief, except the temperature of the door handle is increasing rapidly, and his vision is getting a little fuzzy at the edges. Huh. He lets go of the knob.

“Tech,” he rasps. “Fire. Can you—?” He coughs weakly. “—Door’s locked.”

There’s the soft noise of the bed creaking, and then the loudest, most violent coughing Phil’s ever heard in his life. It startles him enough that the bobby pin slips through his sweaty fingers and falls gently to the floor. He leans down to pick it up, but the world tips as his fingers brush the dark metal, and he somehow ends up on the floor next to Wilbur. Huh.

“Techno?” he asks again. “Can you…?” he trails off, lifting a hand to rub at his face weakly. It doesn’t do much to get rid of the black spots in his eyes so he frowns a little and lets his arm drop back down. Next to him, Wilbur lets out a pathetic cough and falls silent again. Poor kid must be sweltering in that sweater.

“Dad,” says Techno, voice rasping horribly in his throat just as Phil’s had. He sounds muddled, barely awake enough to form proper sentences. “Dad, what’s— It’s so hot, Jesus.”

He’s silent for a few seconds. Phil thinks he can hear the bed creaking under his weight. What with the amount of blankets he sleeps with, he wouldn’t be surprised if Techno’s overheating as well.

“Wilbur,” says Techno, barely audible. “Wilbur— Dad, I’m thirsty.”

Wilbur’s curled fingers twitch slightly. Phil doesn’t respond. Normally, he’d never ignore his sons like this, but he’s so tired, and it seems like his chest is hurting a little less. It’s taking less effort to breathe now; he’ll answer Techno soon.

(He and Wilbur are too far gone to really register when Techno begins to scream and scream and scream.)

(Miserere nobis.)

(Small mercy)

Downstairs, undeterred by the flames, the grandfather clock ticks on.

#ghosty bois inc #gbi #sleepy bois inc #sbi #technoblade #wilbur soot #philza #ph1lza #tw fire #tw death #<3.doc #okay look i'm actually super proud of this #angst #bad ending #sbi fic recs #i'll probably fix the tags on this later #i actually wrote most of this at like 12 am last night lol

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voraxiia · 1 year

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Edax during his nth exorcism :

* falls to the ground , writhes and contorts his body in a screaming , hissing fit , finally drops limp after an hour or so * * opens his eyes , gets back up *

" so anyway , "

#// the number of exorcisms he has gone through probably makes him unable to take them seriously anymore #// not that he would in the first place but #// yeah ... finding a good day to let the menace come out and play #＊╱ edax — character study #＊╱ edax #religion cw #ask to tag

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oldschoolfic-ds9 · 10 months

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I Can’t Help Myself

by Emallia, unknown year

(Author did not provide a summary. The following is reader provided.)

I can't help myself. I have to see her. Again. It's like she's infectious.

Words: 154, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: G

Warnings: none listed

Characters: none listed [Archivist’s note: no characters or ships listed and it’s unclear from the text who the characters are, but this fic was posted on the Worf Dax Fanfic Archive, so it is likely supposed to be about Worf, Jadzia Dax, and/or Ezri Dax.]

Relationships: none listed

Reader suggested tags (what are these?): none

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foulfeast · 9 months

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C O M E T S

by Zdzisław Beksiński

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dark high fantasy, cosmic, fairytale, medieval, byzantine, industrial revolution technology

A couple hundred years ago, three kings were granted access to unearthly powers they could not control. Beasts, strange apparations, undead armies and the hauntings left by war make this land treacherous yet enchanting. In the past hundred years, an industrial/technological boom has helped humans find ways to defend themself, though visually they're very much stuck in the medieval era.

Takes place on a continent split between small kindoms. Though cities and towns grow every day, vast forests still preside over most of the land. Many ruins and strange, otherworldly structures can be found, and pillaging is a common job for anyone willing to risk their lives.

Inspirations: Ralph Bakshsis Lord of the Rings, The Black Cauldron, Ice and Fire (1983), Zdzisław Beksińskis fantastic period, Dark Souls games, old fairytales

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CHARACTER SUMMARIES

Muco | a comet who came to earth over a hundred years ago. They helped with the downfall of the the land by granting wishes to the three kings. Was tricked into trapping themself for a couple hundred years by someone they thought to be their friend.

Tempus Edax Rerum | raised as a great warrior & a devil hunter, they have begun to find more and more joy in scholarly activities. Still devoted to protecting anyone in trouble. Loves a good intellectual conversation.

Attilio | the emperor son of one of the great kindoms. Sickly, overgrown man who hides his unstable mental state and wavering health under an enchanting charisma.

#w:comets

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baphometsss · 3 years

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I posted 4,488 times in 2021

84 posts created (2%)

4404 posts reblogged (98%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 52.4 posts.

I added 3,965 tags in 2021

#q - 1879 posts

#fauna - 468 posts

#forest - 296 posts

#fungi - 264 posts

#flora - 253 posts

#mountains - 213 posts

#art - 186 posts

#birds - 174 posts

#river - 119 posts

#cats - 113 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#and while most of our experiences can't be discounted by mould/fungus (they didn't fit the pattern of hallucinations or we didn't have it e

My Top Posts in 2021

We can have a little height difference as a treat

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The Latin mottos of the Major Arcana for all you Raven Cycle nerds

0 – The Fool In mundo privato In a private world

1 – The Magician Mutationis auctor et impulsor The author and instigator of metamorphosis

2 – The High Priestess Statu variabilis Steadfast in changing

3 – The Empress Magna mater, omnium nutrix Great Mother, nurse of all

4 – The Emperor Potens pater, conservator orbis Mighty father, preserver of the World

5 – The Hierophant Obscure ardens Burning darkly

6 – The Lovers Omnia vincit amor Love conquers all

7 – The Chariot Victoria sperata Victory hoped for

8 – Strength Domina beastiarum lenis Gentle Lady of beasts

9 – The Hermit Tempus rerum edax Time devours everything

10 – Wheel of Fortune Fortune rota volvitur The Wheel of Fortune turns

11 – Justice Justicia semper librans Justice, always balancing

12 – The Hanged Man Pendens Proditor, regrediturus ad uterum Hanging traitor, returning to the womb

13 – Death Sum fine I am the end

14 – Temperance Ne quid nimis Nothing in excess | Dissolve et coaglia Dissolve and combine

15 – The Devil Non servam I do not serve | Materia semper appetit formam Matter desires form

16 – The Tower Dant clara incendia lucem Bright blazes bring illumination

17 – The Star Filia terrae et Coeli Stellati Child of Earth and starry Heaven

18 – The Moon Roris nutrix benigna Bountiful nurse of the dew

19 – The Sun Rosarium liberorum solis Rose garden of the children of the sun

20 – Judgement Resergias in arca incubatus Rising again, having been incubated in the arc

21 – The World Unus mundus sum I am the One World

I wrote these down in a book of shadows about 8 or 9 years ago and I can’t remember where the hell I got it from... might be a few errors too idk

66 notes • Posted 2021-09-23 20:56:27 GMT

him...

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it’s about when you love someone so much you just wanna drown in them and be surrounded by them all the time i guess

110 notes • Posted 2021-01-10 19:29:18 GMT

a dreamer and his mage

141 notes • Posted 2021-07-06 00:50:53 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#This is so boring lmao

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