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cubikzoa · 1 year
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fantasy nerds are always like “waaah waaah being immortal would SUCK bc you’re alone forever and your significant other always dies and humanity moves on without you 😢”
meanwhile I’m over here rolling my eyes heartily bc I’m an ADHD aroace introvert with an extreme passion for knowledge and cool shit, if I was gifted immortality I’d promptly fuck off to go hyperfocus for a couple centuries or just travel the globe until my feet fell off, I could procrastinate for 57 years and it wouldn’t matter, if we discover aliens 300 years from now I’ll get to see ‘em and you idiots WON’T, I will outlive both Jeff Bezos and my villainous student debt, I will experience infinite awesomeness and be perfectly content with my zest for the Loner Life™️, you cannot deprive me of this astounding opportunity go sit in the corner and suck on your loser lollipops of limited thinking and cry
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GOD i can't wait to see how Santiago fits into this whole thing. homosexually speaking
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linaxart · 1 year
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Ever the gentleman
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edaworks · 9 months
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Can’t I get at least one goddamn drink in me before y’all start a barfight? Christ…
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My LW, Ben Jamison. He just wants to have a cold one in peace, is that so much to ask?
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sea-owl · 7 months
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oh no, what happens when one of the season wives die? Did they have kids? Do the men just stop working? Can they reunite? 🙈😰
So kids are up for debate but right now it's a maybe. I'm not sure. A part of me wants to lean towards no.
But yeah, it's not pretty when the wives start to die. Kate is the first of the wives to pass on. She was up in age, and she wasn't even sure she would make it through another season. She manged to push through fall but sadly with her older body and the constant strain she put on it with her diligent work ethic she put in during her and Anthony's season the winter was just too much for her health. Thankfully, she passed peacefully in her sleep.
The other wives were the ones to find her. They woke up that morning and knew Kate had passed on.
Anthony was freaking out in the immortal realm because his connection with Kate was gone! Why couldn't he feel his bond with his wife?!
Sophie sent Benedict back to tell Anthony.
Anthony pretty much went into shock. I mean, how could it be? His Kate was . . .gone? No, she was so strong she couldn't be gone. She wouldn't leave him alone. . .
Then Anthony remembers. Kate had tried to get him to think about possibly picking another wife. Anthony, at the time, had brushed the suggestion off. He loved his wife. He wasn't going to leave her because she was getting older. He never thought she would leave him.
It was one of the rare times immortals were allowed to leave for the mortal realm outside their duties.
When the four brothers made it back the other wives were finishing their goodbyes and left to give him time.
Anthony flinched when he saw Kate. She didn't look dead. She looked like she was sleeping. But when he crawled in bed next to her, to hold her one last time, she was cold. Anthony broke when he saw that his mark had faded away like it was never there to begin with.
Within the next 20 years, the other wives passed on, too.
After their deaths, the picking of a seasonal wife changed too. The seasons still had to have a companion, but many now considered Kate, Sophie, Penelope, and Lucy as the true wives, and the companionship is symbolic. The wives of the seasons also, in a way, became immortalized. Their names lost to anyone in the mortal world but still called Wife of Fall, Winter, Spring, or Summer.
Temples that were for the seasons also now had sister temples for the wives. The priestesses who ran those temples also took on the companion role. They rotated the position, but none ever bared the mark. That forever remained for the true wives.
Well, there were those four newer pristesses who had those oddly shaped birthmarks over their hearts.
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murdermitties · 2 years
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Have you done Mosspelt?
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Mosspelt
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gravity-what · 2 months
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Me, listening to music and getting a story idea while driving: ah yes. Inspiration.
The song switches, creating a whole new mood and idea for another story: no wait! I’m not ready yet! I have to finish the other story in my head first!! [it’s too late. The new story has begun. I am now cursed with many story ideas]
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feliadox · 1 year
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byz-was-here · 1 year
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I had a mildly horrifying thought.
So Matoran are technically immortal, right?
If the turaga end up helping lead New Atero... eventually, the agori elders alongside them aren't going to be around anymore. but the turaga remain.
Best case scenario, some idiot agori inherits their dads seat in hereditary fashion and any idiocy gets tempered out by the Turaga going "Sit Down, young man."
Worst case. Well. You remember how Elves & Humans got along in Lord of the rings? yeah. that.
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quirkfics · 2 years
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Welcome back, Quirk. Would you be willing to write Twice x reader x Giran with price please?
“Everything has a price,” Giran breathes, just shy of your ear. He’s far too close to your back, radiating a strange kind of heat that has the fine hairs on your neck prickling with apprehension. He smells of a soft, herbal kind of smoke, as if he’s been striding through a place heavy with incense. You’re not sure whether you want him closer or further away, but you’re left unsteady when he circles to the front of you. “We’ll just have to find yours, won’t we?”
The other one, the one with wild eyes mostly hidden by a ragged mask made out of a sack, lifts your hand. For a moment, you have no idea what it is that he’s doing, but his touch is warm and steady on your skin. There’s a soft ziiip as he pulls a strange looking tape measure out from somewhere upon his person.  “We always find it,” he murmurs, measuring the length of your palm, and then moving onto each individual finger. “No we don’t! Stop it,” he says sharply, pausing with the tape against your left ring finger. “We won’t find it,” he corrects, grip trembling around your hand, “not when you’re ours.” 
The statement should fill you with dread, but when your gaze flicks between them both, you can see hope reflected in their eyes. 
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tru-daddy · 1 month
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drusus said let me make a deal with the devil rq just to feel something
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Love how Mighty Med just went. Yeah this family of immortals is Hispanic don't think about it too hard.
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tofania · 2 years
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I would have shipped eddissy even if they were 16 and 22. I really dgaf about the fictional age gap between two fictional high schoolers who live in a fictional town full of fictional monsters.
I hope it helps !!!!!
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doctor-passerine · 2 years
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This doesn’t have anything to do with the AU ill just reblog on main or something. I just wanted to post it here so have a jack bright on his way to cause some chaos
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brutal-nemesis · 11 months
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Aw man I never thought there was a time that Castys didn't know he was immortal (I can't imagine him mid 30s 😳) what did he think when he came back for the first time? How did he die?
yeah trust me i can't either but it sure is canon
Okay so the first time he died was actually back when he was still 19, and that was when he became immortal, so that's why he always "respawns" like that. He thought it was weird that he was alive with no wounds now cuz he knows he died, but he didn't conclude that that meant he was now immortal, just that he got one more chance.
He was on a deserted island, as he was for the past 4 years of his life, the only years he could remember. Eventually some pirates found the island and captured him, and he eventually joined the crew and lived as a pirate up until he died in battle one day.
And then came back much younger and completely fine!
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bkdkficrecs · 2 years
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Fic rec is first, in case you don't want any spoilers and want to just dive right in. (Although I will try to keep review spoilers at a minimum.) Just note that it is incredibly angsty in the best way.
The Night We Met - @majjale | (4/4)
Kudos: 5,396 | Bookmarks: 2112 | Word Count: 37,299
Tags: Angst, Immortal Bakugou Katsuki, Reincarnating Midoriya Izuku, Katsuki's POV, Tragedy, i physically ache while writing this i hope you do while reading it
"You a poet?"
"Only for you."
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two sincere wishes and the ramifications of them.
Review is under the cut!
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So, where to begin?
I have to say that I am so impressed by @majjale. The Night We Met is hands down one of the greatest pieces of writing I have had the pleasure of reading. If you're an angst-lover, then look no further. This fic is from 2018 (and completed), so I can't even begin to explain how blessed I was to stumble upon it. Not only does the story revolve around the concept of reincarnation and what it means to live forever, but it is also written from the point of view of our very own Katsuki Bakugou. Talk about angst! Could this story be more enticing?
Yes, it can!
You might think you were just getting into this for the angst, but that's where you'd be wrong. You're lured in by the staunch sincerity of Izuku and aloof defeat of Katsuki only to be pinned by the concentrated joy that underscores the happier moments they share together. The author weaves comedic moments, chance meetings, and internal monologues into a bittersweet blanket. She segues between points in time in a way that makes each sentiment Katsuki and Izuku share that much more poignant.
A striking moment of angst comes while Katsuki is trying to reconcile his desire for peace and his desire for love,
Whatever this life wants in return for Izuku knowing him, even with the trials—father, fiancé, friends — is it something Katsuki is willing to give up? What would Katsuki part with to hold Izuku again?
He blames the steam from the faucet for the condensation around his eyes.
What wouldn’t he give?
And another arrives as a tearful confession,
"I want to be why you’re happy, not why you’re alive.”
In moments like these it becomes clear that The Night We Met  is lathered in angst, but not the kind that hits you like a bus in a bad rom-com. This is the kind that envelops you slowly the way ivy snakes its arms around a tree. Then, when you finally reach the end - and especially after reading the one-shot epilogue, take me back -  you are left astonished, breathless.
Each chapter's end brings with it a short, sweet author's note.
"take a deep breath. in, out. that's it. it's gonna be okay."
A gentle reminder you made it through. Lungs working, heart pumping, tears falling. You feel relief and joy and sorrow. So empty and yet so full all at once.
Even days on, fleeting moments that hinge upon a simple wish will give you pause. Spotting a shooting star or cracking a wishbone. Blowing that stray eyelash off of the back of your hand. This is the kind of feeling I chase in fiction. The feeling of feeling. And few authors I have encountered have managed it so skillfully as Majjale.
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