SCULPTED IN DUSK

there can be no rebirth without a dark night of the soul , a total annihilation of all that you believed in and thought you were independant & highly selective oc based in lamorts canon .

[antigds]

i wrote like 4 things im leaving to alinas blog for now whew..

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     PLAY THE GAME AS ANY GOD    should  ,  do not offer condolences  or offer answers to questions the world waits in silence to hear  ,  that the world starves for at the end of a leash  .  leave the world to wait  &  to writhe in its insatiable need  .  instead make a game of it all  ,  make yourself a pawn  &  throw caution to the wolves  ,  let the possibilities swell  ,  let them gather into something misshapen  ,  uncertain  .  throw the dice  .  a smile drips from the warm song of his voice  ,  his eyes glitter darkly like a crows  &  his head tilts in a display of curiousity    .   ❛  have you ever questioned the nature of your reality  ?  ❜

@trgareyn

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was i discovered or invented ? feels like i’ve always been here.

      IT WAS A FUNNY THING  ,    playing god  ,  being god  .  it was not flower wreathes   &  offered prayers  ,  it was not godhood like something devouring  ,  it was not worship  &  devotion like a house fire  ,  like consumption  .  he was not a god  ,  he did not force the cosmos from between his teeth  ,  he did not hover with devotion over the first cells  ,  there was only his will  .  pounding like a closed fist  ,  demand clenched violently between the fingers  ,  there was a great need  &  its wailing knew no silences  .  creation was never an option  -  it was only a matter of when  .  now dryas looks to her  ,  dark eyed  ,  his mouth shaping a half smiling thing  ,  there is always something sitting patiently in his eyes  ,  something unidentifiable to even helena  .   ❛  i suppose  ,  both  .  that is the beautiful paradox of creation  ,  isn’t it  ?  so long as there is life you sit in every cell  ,  waiting  ,  waiting  ,  waiting  .  you have always been here  ,  but you haven’t quite either  ,  have you  ?  ❜

[antigds]

your writing is amazing , spetacular , out of this world. you're so talented and gracious as an author , everything you do has a magical touch in it. it's a very mystic experience.

you’re so good to me i don’t deserve you whAT DID I DO TO DESERVE YOU

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       ALWAYS  &  FOREVER THE GREATEST ADMIRER    creation would ever behold  ,  he is the cavern where reverence is born  &  dies  .  he is the ouroboros  -  the continuum of creation with the end of it all held between his fingers  .  oh how the possibilities gather so faintly  ,  so ominously  ,   &  oh how he smiles such a subtle thing  ,  his eyes wander  &  his voice is a dark symphony  .   ❛  beauty is rarely soft or consolatory . quite the contrary. genuine beauty is always quite alarming .  ❜

@ravishs

[antigds]

        WATCH CAREFULLY  ,  IF YOU ARE    lucky you might glimpse the way his atoms shudder  -  the way that matter  &  shadow  &  stardust make an effort to shape a man  .  how well he plays the game  -  in fact he plays it better than most men  ,  but it just makes sense  ,  doesn’t it  ?  a smile plays coyly at the edge of his mouth  ,  his eyes are dancers  ,  warm  -  amused  ,  this is far from the final act .   ❛  it seems to my your students  ,  really -  our students are up to something .  ❜  

@arachnyd

[antigds]

no ones awake. i still have os much work to do with this blog. but godfrey gao is dryas’s new faceclaim thank u and goodnight

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a very tentative starter call !  ♡

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dryas likes high school musical unironically and if that doesnt tell u everything abt him i dont know what does.

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some more fun facts about sir dryas diehr :

hes a literature professor at harvard university 

hes really that professor that walks into class late because he wanted coffee - in fact he would say class starts at 8:15 instead of 8 so theres time to get coffee . at least for him .

he always brings a news paper to work and can be seen sitting at his desk reading it while he drinks coffee or tea . 

he is so rude if he saw a student reading a book he didn’t like he would literally wordlessly come in the next day for class with a whole power point about why that book is bad and what books could be read in its place .

he has really high expectations of his students and assigns a lot of reading. he gives very personalized feedback and gets upset if he sees his students slacking on their word.

he loves when students want to write about things like pop culture or memes , it amuses him endlessly.

hes a published author and a large part of his appeal is that he doesn’t stick to one genre.

hes so annoying that if he read a book in a genre that he thought was particularly problematic or bad he would write a book in that genre out of spite alone .

hes a morning person. he takes his dog out for a walk every day.

he enjoys just about everything about city life that most people hate. he loves the noise and the chaos. 

[antigds]

*  helsung‌   /   integra

TO   TERRIFY    is  a  proposition  known    /    to  stare  upon  the  eyes  of  your  enemy  &  watch  them  tremble  beneath  your  might,    to  see  in  your  allies  their  concession  for  they  FEAR  the  alternative .    &  though  there’s  pleasure  to  be  had  in  such  imagery,    integra  elected  never  to  indulge,    never  let  fear  be  the  source  of  her  rule,    mold  it  into  a  respect  which  served  as  a  better  foundation .    ❝    the  point,    you’ll  find,    is  to  play  the  innocent  dove  until  you  can  TRULY  show  your  fangs .    that’s  how  you  inflict   REAL  TERROR .    ❞

         HOW FRIGHTFUL HE COULD BE    how awful . how the fabric of reality would shutter at the sight of his teeth bared  .  how all thing cowered in the face of him , if he so willed it . he was never a man prone to a raised voice , or a raised fist . his anger was quiet , it seethed about him like so malignant shadow , clinging to the velvet of his voice & leaving it distorted - wrong  .  his eyes were pale today , focusing with an intent curiosity .   ❛  it all depends on the circumstances , there are times it is more beneficial to play the part of the wolf .  ❜  

[antigds]

*  viduamor‌  /   natalia romanova

[ I, ILLUSION. ]    the matryoshka of herself has been made with the turning of years,    each shell growing over the next,    each face covering the last.    𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄,  𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 ?  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 ?      [ i cannot say. it’s been such a long time. ]     ❝    & you ?    do you pride yourself on seeing me as the world does not ?    what have you invented of me ?  ❞  

          HIS EYES ARE EVERYWHERE, HE    is everywhere , in everything  ———————   his body stretched across the cosmos . stars cloud his eyes in dark clouds of gray  ,  the color swallowed & lost along the way  .  he is infinite  &  he knows the aching of the heart of natalia romanova . he smiles then , something knowing & velvet .   ❛  it would defeat the purpose if i told you , it is better if you guess .  ❜  

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          HE IS A MAN OF    in betweens  ,  a vague creature always settled in an unknown inbetweenness  .  his words bleed in plenty  ,  red  , red  sweet flowers from his tongue but rarely does anything he say get quite to a point  .  he is in an eternal waltz with this vagueness  ,  he embraces it with all of the fondness of a lover .   ❛  if you don’t terrify people a little bit . . . then what’s the point ?  ❜  

@helsung

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a very tentative starter call !  ♡

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           HIS VOICE GATHERS LIKE MIDNIGHT    dew , it is rich & damp with some unnameable sentiment  ———————   everything about him possesses some vagueness . how he shapes himself into something like a man in this moment . how easily the game of humans comes to him , a head tilts , curiosity , intrigue paints the edges of his upturning mouth.   ❛  people do not see you , as you may know . they invent you and live forever in this half impression of you .  ❜   

@viduamor    

[antigds]

           HOW HE MAKES HIMSELF DELICATE , A    shadow of a man shifting into the places between atoms so suddenly  ———————   but, how they seem to recognize him on such a fundamental level , how they allow his magic of science , this coming to be without warning . he is alway sudden in that way . a hazy sort of smile half occupies the red space of his mouth , he is rarely so certain .   ❛  dearest creature , i am longing for an adventure … .  ❜  

@seraphids

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*      MEET THE CHARACTERS :   dryas diehr / god. ( @antigds )

dryas diehr   is   creation ,   not   in   the   sense   of   “life”   that   opposes   to   “death”   and   consequently ,   to   helena   herself.   he   is   the   trigger ,   the   impulse ,   the   possibility   of   creation   that   results   in   the   necessity   for   change.    he   created  the   universe   because   there   was   a   general   need   to   fill   it   with   something.   &   he   himself   did   not   feel   such   need ,   he   is   the   need.