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[thespiralstaircasewriter]

May 1, 2024

"Incurable disease on the day of rest...

... Jesus won't you touch me? Come into my heart Where the Hell are you when the fire starts?"

#today #marsyas #spiritual cramp #balthasar permoser #christian death

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That's how it was, a lifetime ago.

I also remember the tarmac, still glistening after a brief summer storm, puddles reflecting big piling pink sunset clouds, the twitter of swallows overhead, in the dome of the sky, and me, breaking into a run for the pleasure of it.

I had my heart in books & poetry, & my experience in reveries. Books & dreams were what I lived in.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning in a letter to Robert Browning, dated March 20, 1845

#a lifetime ago #books & dreams & poetry #experience in reverie #elizabeth barrett browning

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I am the voice from the outer world

#dune #paul atreides #alexander the great #parallels #not praising war here #war is NOT the motivator for these two

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Being stone, just for this once.

(twin piece for "The Visit" on ao3)

People I met casually advise me, no, they plead with me, not to mention Hell, so that “it don’t draw closer”.

Driving, when I’m ready to put my foot down, idiots get unto the road before me, and we’re forced at a snail pace.

Are those “idiots”, then, or agents sent from above?

No answer to that. Which is a condition of life, among others, but sure one that’s especially easy to observe.

So, I should not say, or even, should I ban from my lexicon the truth-in-joke: “I’ve got Hell in my veins?”

Be thankful for traffic jams? Pick up my crumbs of actions, amass the human-like acts I accomplish during the day. Although I should say that they sprout from me like weeds from the side of rubble and dirt?

Speaking of dirt, earth and soil, namely of the fresh, soft type, slightly damp, of feeling it on my face in my mind, and wishing, with relief, for it to cover this, my face… For it to cover me, and for me to be a name on a gravestone, no, just a stone slab, plain and simple, one from which, as expected, no sounds come, no matter the questions or soliloquy talks you have ready when you turn up in front of them…

So, shall I say, what are all these sensations, or movements of the mind, given that the deceased actually don’t feel a thing?

Death is not peace, or rest, or relief. It is but nothing. Nothing in itself. The ceasing of the whimsical exception of existence, and a laughably temporary one, come to think of it.

So, could it be that seeking relief in this life is my underlying desire? To be, when still alive, the silent one, withdrawing answers, no matter how heartfelt the insistence of the ones obstinately questioning the stone?

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Per una volta, essere pietra.

Persone che incontro casualmente mi consigliano, anzi, mi pregano di non nominare l’Inferno, “se no viene più vicino”.

Sulla strada, guidando, quando voglio accelerare, idioti si immettono davanti a me, imponendo una velocità da lumache.

Sono “idioti”, quelli, o agenti superiori?

Non c’è risposta. Condizione del vivere, tra altre, di certo una delle più osservabili.

Quindi, dovrei non pronunciare, anzi cancellare dal mio lessico la finta battuta: “Ho l’inferno nelle vene”?

Ringraziare il traffico? Raccogliere briciole di azioni, raggranellare atti all’apparenza umani che in una giornata riesco a compiere. O meglio, che mi crescono addosso, come erbacce sul fianco di un mucchio di terra e macerie?

Parlando di terra, o di terriccio, meglio, del tipo fresco, morbido e leggermente umido, sentirlo sul viso con la mente, desiderare con sollievo che lo ricopra, quel viso… Ed essere un nome su una lapide, no, una lastra di pietra semplice e liscia, di quelle che, come è giusto aspettarsi, non rimandano alcun suono, non importa con quante domande e discorsi da soliloquio ci si presenti.

Allora, dico…. Che sono tutte queste sensazioni, o manifestazioni mentali, dal momento che i morti non sentono niente?

La morte non è il momento della pace, del riposo o del sollievo. Non è altro che nulla, IL nulla. La cessazione della stravagante parentesi dell’esistere, a guardar bene più che irrisoria.

Quindi, cercare sollievo da vivi sarebbe il desiderio mio sottostante? Essere da viva nella parte di chi nega risposte, e tace, non importa quanto accorate le insistenze di chi si ostina a chiamare in causa la pietra?

#delusions #being stone just for this once #twin piece to The Visit on ao3 #personal content: just quietly overtake #sorry for picture taken and handled by a primitive= me

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Well, yes. Enough is enough.

Inktober #19 - Enough is enough [repeatedly passing out]

Prompt from the @whumptober prompt list for 2022. This one took me ages due to all the details in the background.

Head canon:

‘For God’s sake, Mycroft. Shut up and help me get him back to bed.’

A little teaser illustration for an upcoming chapter of ‘The Chemist’

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12789318

I am flattered if you retweet, but don’t post my art on other sites/social media or use without my written permission.

#sherlock #druggie Sherlock #john watson #it is what it is #but enough is enough

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At the Altar of Beasts

Paul Atreides/Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, Paul Atreides/Duncan Idaho, Paul Atreides/Glossu Rabban Harkonnen

Arranged Marriage, Developing Relationship, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Physical Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Virginity Kink, Implied/Referenced Underage Relationship(s), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD

Some wars ended in seas of blood, in kingdoms burnt to barrenness, in the rape and annihilation of ancient houses. In the grand tapestry of tragedies surrounding the deadly games for dominion over the spice trade, House Atreides could have been considered fortunate.

Duncan Idaho, swordmaster to the family who had briefly reigned in the desert-bound city of Arrakeen – the very heart of the trade wars that had claimed countless lives – would strongly beg to differ. In the space of hours, a beloved duke had been killed and the concubine with whom he had borne a child imprisoned, abandoned by the sisterhood she had defied when she chose to have a boy with Duke Leto Atreides, the man she loved. The boy, too, was very nearly lost; were it not for Duncan, he would be lying beside his father beneath twin headstones bearing the house crest of an eagle with outstretched wings.

Instead the young Paul Atreides now stood pale and still beside him in the home of their arch-rivals, effectively orphaned while he was barely of age. He should have been enjoying the fruits of youth in between his studies and honing the skills expected of a future duke. All of that had been snatched from him in a night. He was no longer a duke, but a pawn, a seal on a treaty of peace. He was to be married off to the victor at the behest of the Padhishah Emperor. And Duncan, taking the place of his father, had to give him away.

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#shhhh calamity-cain is inspired #dune #dune fic #feydpaul #paul atreides/duncan idaho #paul atreides/feyd-rautha #also noncon paul/glossu #don't like don't read

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Demons, if you ask me.

New illustration by Okazaki Oka who directed and worked on the storyboard of public school arc ending

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #ciel phantomhive #sebastian michaelis

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When I see them, I want to go to Hell.

I’ve always liked how the animators for Black butler love playing around with Sebastian’s tailcoat and using it for the darkness that slowly eats Ciel up, really cool

Book of Circus op Public school arc op

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #yana toboso #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #kuroshitsuji anime #black butler anime #yes to that

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#Avengers Loki #stick flippy thing #almost singin' in the rain #dear clockwork orange Loki #Hiddles Hiddles you're so good but I'm old

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Beginner Spells !!!

My Saturday started lazy, scrolling posts: ha ha, nice... ah yeah, right...

Gradually, though, I began to find multiple evidence of undesirable Tumblr facts! Missed posts from blogs I follow! Jumbled or completely eaten messages! Yes I had heard people complain of such phenomena, but nothing like it happening to you to... go serious about it, and determined to do your part, no matter how small.

So, yes, I've recently taken up my own Spell practice. I have to say this is only my third, and my very first Threatening Spell or... maybe, as it seems to have changed nothing here so far, I'm pretty confident you might call it my first

Complaint Spell

(please feel free to use it if you like. Here it comes...)

Tumblr unfair, No more eating posts!

Spit out, mend, and unravel.

It’s either this, mind,

or your in-charge shitting gravel!

I am a beginner in the field, and I completely understand, should you feel doubtful, as oh I'm aware of the many ways something can misfire! So... I'm giving you also two more, which were encouragingly created and used, yes, on a very active friend (you might guess who), who hasn't so far developed any extra limb, on the opposite, is getting back use of his existing ones.

In fact these are...

Healing Spells

(here's my first one, for split finger)

"Demonic finger, fin or claw,

HEAL SOON!

Because I say so!"

(and finally, my second healing, ankle trouble!)

Ankle-fix Spell

heed my will

Oh yessir, here: WITCH!

Fix it nice, “stat” not required.

But fix it WELL:

ankle’s a bitch.

There, as I said, just a beginner! But happy to share... :-)

#tumblr troubles #remedy as good as any #complaining #friendly healing #tumblr spells #gravel shitpost #er.... wizards

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Dammit, bro

(Major storm hit Anaheim just in time for Wondercon this weekend)

#aaaah @illwynd you scared and broke my willing heart in every fic #that makes this double fun #intentions of starting the day in a good mood

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Labyrinth (1986) dir. Jim Henson

#ooooooh passing by #david bowie #labyrinth #ballroom scene

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Our fandom forbearers did NOT suffer through Anne Rice, strikethrough, and other bullshit for fucking ACOTAR and Harry Potter fans to fucking ruin it for all of us by selling fanfiction. I am not losing novel length yaoi epics because some of you don't know how to act in fannish spaces and yes I do blame the booktokification of fanfic but I also blame those of you that treat fandom like content to consume and not a community to engage with.

#fandom community #fanfiction

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They cut this scene.

Oh, but something tells me that Paul Atreides has seen it.

Loki, now rightful heir to the throne of Asgard, receives Gungnir

#loki #paul atreides #princes #weight of power #things family does to you #parallels

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There was no sunlight at all.

#I'm sorry #deep within I think tragedy was this boy's heart canon

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My dream self, come back to me...

You'll now learn the truth about our family. And it will hurt you to the core. Don't worry. I'm with you.

ANYA TAYLOR-JOY as ALIA ATREIDES in DUNE: PART TWO (2024) dir. Denis Villeneuve

#anya taylor joy #alia atreides #dune part 2 #vision #filmgifs

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Edward Gorey - Tarot

#tarot deck #edward gorey #ultra fave of mine