#immortals

[androtherika2]

#closer up #furrier #immortals

[beyondthefold]

HENRY CAVILL as THESEUS Immortals (2011) | dir. Tarsem Singh

#immortals #theseus #henry cavill #arthurpendragonns #cavilledits #cinemapix #cinematv #dailynetflix #dailytvfilmgifs #dccastdaily #dccastedit #dilfgifs #dilfsource #filmedit #filmtv #flawlessgentlemen #fyeahmovies #hcavilledit #henrycavilledit #mancandykings #mensource #movieedit #netflixdaily #netflixgifs #henricavyll #mine

[canyourfavesurvivecastledracula]

Moby Dick

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Okay.

Moby Dick is immortal. Moby Dick cannot be killed. So trivially Moby Dick would not be killed in Castle Dracula.

But is that the same as surviving in Castle Dracula? Moby Dick is a whale - can he ontologically exist in Castle Dracula at all? Ishmael tells us that not only is Moby Dick immortal, he's also ubiquitous. Does that ubiquity extend out of the oceans into the Carpathians? On the one hand, Moby Dick is a whale, and whales are fish, and fish definitionally cannot leave the water - this is what excludes Walruses from the kingdom of the Cetaceans. But on the other hand, Ishmael also gives us examples of whales coming up onto land to attack cities, a la Porphyros, or devour princesses, a la Cetus. Whales and Dragons are one in the same, and St George was a whaleman - and what place is more appropriate for a dragon than a Castle? Particularly Castle Dracula - that is what the name means.

Hang on though - I have forgotten one crucial piece of the equation: Dracula himself. Anyone attempting to survive Castle Dracula is doing so as Dracula's invited guest. Dracula is not going to invite someone out to his Castle without providing adequate accommodation. Maybe he dug a sperm whale worthy swimming pool down in the crypt. Very fast way to full up 50 boxes of dirt.

I don't think it's likely that Moby Dick would accept the divine protection of the crucifix, but then again, he doesn't need to, he's plenty divine in his own right already. Either he's a God himself or he's the instrument of Divine Judgment - or both! Also he doesn't shave and has no neck. Also you apparently have to get through quite a lot of blubber before any blood comes out. From a vampirism perspective, Moby Dick is probably more trouble than he's worth.

All of that said - I honestly don't think Moby Dick would accept an invitation to Castle Dracula. Dracula has nothing he wants. He doesn't need a two bit satanist to be the Living Embodiment of Material Evil. Honestly Dracula wants what Moby Dick has. And besides, he's got a good thing going with Frankenstein's Creature. He's got his own whale stuff to do.

So in conclusion, obviously Moby Dick can survive Castle Dracula - he's immortal, ubiquitous, and divine. But he chooses not to, because he's got better things to do.

#dracula daily #whale weekly #moby dick #thank you this is unhinged #animals #gothlit #immortals #divine entities

[henrycavilledits]

HENRY CAVILL as Theseus in Immortals (2011)

#hcavilledit #henrycavilledit #perioddramaedit #filmedit #henry cavill #theseus #immortals #gif #ksusha

[kinghenryviii-i-am]

Where was his right

#henry cavill #immortals #he’s too fine

[the-modern-typewriter]

ah, could you write something about a vampire x mortal who always reincarnates

The vampire recognised the scent of them immediately. Part of them thought it might be wishful thinking. The other part burned with thirst and longing and too many raw things for any one person - supposedly soulless vampire or not - to cope with.

If they needed to breathe, they would have been breathless.

It wasn't them.

It couldn't be them.

"Jesus," they heard their lovely and inexplicable love murmur. "What have they done to you?!"

The sounds of the world grew a little louder as the human began to tear down the wall around them, inch by cold and concrete inch. The vampire felt like they had been trapped for a very long time.

(They suspected that they might have been trapped for a very long time).

The sound of that blood, that impossibly familiar blood, roared in their ears. A heartbeat. A lifeline. A hangman's noose.

"Don't." The words were inaudible with disuse. The whisper of cracked plaster and old bones long since desiccated.

Cool air caressed the hollow of the vampire's throat as that part of the wall was shattered through first. The vampire couldn't see them straight away, there was only the agony of hope. Glimpses.

Their love had a new haircut - something of the contemporary style, perhaps? Their eyes were so much older than their face. Their lips were pressed in a harsh, trembling, utterly livid line.

Was it truly them?

Their love looked like a strange memory, not quite accurate to the version that the vampire knew. Different. The same. Younger?

The vampire tumbled out of their broken cage less like a deadly immortal apex predator and more like a Jenga tower made out of soggy potato wedges.

The human caught them, cradled them close, pressing frantic kisses atop their no-doubt horribly greasy hair.

"I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner," the human said. "I thought you were dead. If I'd known - it's going to be okay now. You're going to be okay."

Maybe it was a hallucination.

Maybe the vampire had finally died.

That blood was so close, so enticing, a siren call that they were too pathetically weak to even reach for. They didn't feel like a living thing at all.

The vampire groaned.

"Blood." The human - the hallucination, the everything because if they were dead or hallucinating than at least the vampire got to see them again - blurted the word. "You need blood. Of course you need blood! You must be starving. Shit. Okay."

The kisses stopped crowning their head.

It was possible that hallucinations were supposed to hurt less.

The scent of blood grew stronger. Something was pressed against the vampire's mouth and -

They drank.

When the vampire came to themselves again, they had only the vaguest memory of stumbling out of the tunnels and into the inky night. The human's arm was warm and secure around them. There was a bed. Soft sheets. Fresh air. A growing strength returning to their body.

The room around them was clear. The human sitting by the bed was undoubtedly there, but still impossible. Still some miracle.

"You look a lot less dead now," the human said, apparently making a remarkable effort to keep their voice light. "That's good. Dead doesn't suit you."

"You died." The vampire had processed the grief for years, as if such loss could be neatly packaged and boxed away like a vampire feral with mourning.

"I came back. I didn't realise you had too."

"You're..." The vampire's brow furrowed. They sat up, slow and careful lest they terrify their definitely not a vampire but not quite mortal love.

"And you're a vampire," the human said. "Wow. When did that happen?"

"Shortly after you died. You died."

"Sorry. I didn't do it on purpose."

They stared at each other, disbelieving and so crippled by relief that it left them both shy and faltering.

What did one say to the reincarnated version of someone they had loved more than anything? What did one say to a blood-thirsty monster who had spent the last decade or so entombed in a wall?

It felt somewhere between a second chance, beautiful and shining and everything that they had ever wanted...and an utterly sick joke.

The vampire wanted to kiss them.

"And you're back," the vampire said.

"And you're a vampire."

"I didn't do it on purpose." They would never have chosen an eternity without their love on purpose and yet...there they sat. The vampire was glad that they didn't have to blink, didn't have to tear their attention away for even a millisecond.

Their hand twitched on the bedsheet. They were abruptly aware that a long chain connected their wrist to the headboard.

Their love coloured. "I wasn't sure if you'd try and eat me again. You weren't...you weren't quite yourself."

"It's okay."

"It's not okay. What they did to you - if I hadn't come back - if I'd found you sooner -" It was so like them that it had to be real, and so the vampire had to smile.

"It's okay," they said. "You're back. You found me."

Everything would be okay because they were there.

The moment after that, the two of them were clinging to each other like they were clutching for the last life boat off the Titanic.

Everything was going to be okay.

"God," the human mumbled into their neck, "I missed you. I thought I was - I thought I was alone. I thought you were gone."

"Never." The vampire kissed them, then, claiming and tender. "I'll never be gone again. I'll wait for you forever."

Their mortal would never wake up with that shattering grief again.

The vampire grew used to the exquisite pleasure-pain of the reincarnation cycles after that.

#vampire #reincarnation #immortals #story #fiction #creative writing #original fiction #story snippet #writing snippet #vampires #reunion

[dr-dendritic-trees]

So, I picked up Wolf Speaker again for no real reason and I got to the scene with Maura and Rikash and Daine, where he says that Stormwings love children, but specifically, they love neglected children.

And... I think I've never thought this through before, but the implications of the creatures that exist as like, condemnations of war are also, the patrons of neglected children... they are very much.

#tamora pierce #immortals #stormwings #one day i will make a post about them and it will be LONG

[periodcostumefantasylover]

Athena's headdress in Immortals 2011

#athena #immortals #immortals 2011 #isabel lucas #perioddramaedit #costume design #greek gods #ancient greece #greek mythology #i love her costume design #it's simple but beautiful

[gardenofchrome]

Greek Mythology PSA

As much as I love Achilles and Patroclus from TSOA: Achilles is NOT someone to idolize.

The story of Troilus was an extreme reason: when he turned 20, he would supposedly touch the wall of Troy and it would save this. Athena told Achilles this and he went to ambushed Troilus by the well, in fact pulling him by the hair off his horse.

But Troilus was extremely beautiful- so much so that he was said to be the child of Apollo. Achilles was overcome with lust and tried to make advances.

Troilus escaped his grasp and ran to his fathers temple for shelter. There Achilles caught him again, had his way, and beheaded him.

ACHILLES WAS A GROWN MAN AND TROILUS WAS SAID TO BE A CHILD, MOST SPECULATED TO BE AROUND 12.

Was he a great warrior? Yeah. Was he a murder, r**ist, and p3do? Also yes.

Why are there so little stories about Apollo and Hyacinthus?

#for you #greek myth #greek mythology #the song of achilles #achilles #patroclus #gay #lgbtq #achillian #gods #immortals #the illiad #trojan war #greek mythology psa #tsoa #soa #madeline miller #apollo and hyacinthus #apollo #hyacinthus #sun god #troilus #troilus greek myth #demigod

[the-broken-pen]

The hero was halfway home when they got the call.

“I’m sorry,” the person on the other end said, voice wet with tears, and the hero knew.

They knew that tone of voice, they knew this sinking in their stomach. They knew.

Their phone shattered against the ground, fingers numb.

Their friend was dead.

Again. Again, again, again again–

“Fuck,” the hero muttered, heart clenching. “Fuck.”

They were crying by the time the villain appeared next to them, and it took everything in the hero not to punch them.

“I don’t know why you do this to yourself,” the villain said, eyeing their tears.

“What, love?”

The villain tipped their head slightly. “No. Love things you can't keep.”

The hero was sure it would kill them this time, the heartbreak. They had thought after enough centuries, enough people loved, enough funerals attended, death would be an old friend and not a bullet wound. They had hoped it would hurt less.

But it still hurt, and death was chronic.

“What, you expect me to be you? Cold, killing people for fun?”

The villain raised an eyebrow at their tone.

“I don’t kill people for fun.”

“Don’t you?”

“No,” the villain shrugged a shoulder. “I just don’t care if there are casualties. Besides, not everyone is a good person in the first place. I’m doing the world a favor, half the time”

“How can you say something like that,” the hero hissed. “Do you hear yourself? Do you hear how awful you sound right now?”

The villain gave the hero a long look.

“Hero. You fight the worst people this world has to see for a living, and you’re standing here saying they deserve a second chance?”

“Yes,” the hero snapped. “I am.”

“You are a bleeding heart,” the villain observed. “It’s amazing you haven’t turned into me.”

“You and I, we are not the same.”

The villain half-smiled. “Aren’t we?”

“Shut up,” the hero looked away, chest tight. “These people, these lives, are so precious, so, so fragile, and you take them away like it is nothing.”

They were shaking, and they weren’t sure if it was rage or fear or something else. They couldn’t stop. The hero wondered if this was what death felt like. If this is what it felt like to have your body betray you, longing for the ground and solitude of a grave.

“I am not going to stand here and debate morality with you when you are breaking apart at the seams.”

“I’m fine,” the hero managed. They willed themself to stop crying.

“Death is inevitable, and you are hiding from the truth of that.”

The hero’s throat closed before they could respond.

“Your friend is dead, and no matter how much you fight, you will not win the war against death a second time. Do you hear me? You and me, we already won. We are time’s children. We will be here longer than ‘here’ will be. Death has no claim to us, and yet you keep pushing, and pushing, and pushing, because you cannot bear the weight of this gift.”

The hero’s knees gave out, and the villain caught them.

“Stop letting the guilt of being alive break you.”

“I don’t want this anymore.” It was a pitiful thing as it fell from their mouth. Something broken, worn out and tired.

The villain rested a hand on the back of the hero’s neck. “You cannot undo this any more than you could the last time you tried. I promise.”

It almost sounded like an apology.

“I am tired of loving precious, fleeting things.”

“So don’t,” the villain said easily.

The hero closed their eyes. “How?”

The villain hummed, voice soft. “Love me for a while. Until the burden of existence fades. I won’t leave.”

“You say that like loving you is easy.”

“It isn’t. But you’ve done it for centuries–what’s a few more?”

“You kill people.”

“No. I just don’t save them, and I don’t carry the guilt of not saving them, because it isn’t my job.”

“Yeah.”

“It isn’t your job either.”

The hero had known that, centuries ago. Somewhere along the way of funerals and eulogies, it had been hard to keep believing it wasn’t their fault when they were always the one left alive.

So they had stopped.

“Promise you won’t leave?”

“I couldn’t leave you if I tried.”

“Liar.”

“Yeah,” the villain agreed. “But never to you.”

Just like the hero had known it to be true when they were both fifteen, mortal, and wild, the hero knew it was true now.

And so, like every time this had happened before, across centuries and continents and deaths, the villain brushed away the hero’s tears; and they went home.

#writing #writing community #creative writing #snippet #angst #heroes and villains #fic writing #ficlet #writblr #hurt/comfort #hero/villain #immortal hero #immortal villain #immortals #death #hurt #hero whumpee #kind of #idk #whump #ish #sad #loss #grief #writers of tumblr #original writing #hi y’all #I am so tired lol #send me asks #I beg

[androtherika2]

#furrier #named #killian belliard #immortals

[beyondthefold]

HENRY CAVILL as THESEUS Immortals (2011) | dir. Tarsem Singh

#immortals #theseus #henry cavill #arthurpendragonns #cavilledits #cinemapix #cinematv #dailynetflix #dailytvfilmgifs #dccastdaily #dccastedit #dilfgifs #dilfsource #filmedit #filmgifs #filmtv #flawlessgentlemen #fyeahmovies #hcavilledit #henrycavilledit #mancandykings #mensource #movieedit #moviegifs #netflixdaily #netflixgifs #henricavyll #userstream #mine

[canyourfavesurvivecastledracula]

Can Cecil Gershwin Palmer from Welcome to Night Vale survive Castle Dracula

Yes

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #cecil gershwin palmer #tricksters and weirdos #immortals #podcasts #journalists

[tara-fantastico]

All immortal characters in the Buffyverse often get roped in to the same category, they are considered to be equally mature and they share a bond due to everything they lived through.

The thing is, Anya is older than all the members of the Fanged four combined. She is ten times as old as Spike.

I think we were robbed of a scene where Spike is remniscing about the good old days, say, when he started hearing about this new thing called "radiation" and Anya is like...Wasn't that a couple of months ago?

#being alive that long means she no longer has any time perception #also i think she has adhd #anya jenkins #anyanka #btvs spike #william pratt #william the bloody #immortals #immortality #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #ats #buffyverse

[kinghenryviii-i-am]

It’s about that time to watch Immortals again

#henry cavill #immortals

[userkhael]

HENRY CAVILL as Theseus Immortals (2011) Dir. Tarsem Singh

#henry cavill #henry cavill gifs #hcavilledit #henrycavilledit #theseus #immortals #movies #moviegifs #movieedit #** #**gifs #cavilledits