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All writing/activity shall be resuming tomorrow, at last! Some unexpected things came up, but it’s all good now and I’m feeling better about myself, and all the foreseeable outcomes.

The blog that I am beginning however will be Sebastian Castellanos from The Evil Within, and I’m going to be rebooting Richard Gecko’s blog/having other blogs go on low activity/when I can activity due to the nature of how crazy things have been for me. 

It won’t always be this way, I know, but I’m planning ahead just in-case; all threads shall be continued/asks answered!

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Walk, talk, pull the dead petals from a rose, or fall asleep.

Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works; “How to Read a Book,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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shirogaenes:

I hear the prayer from a universe away. Across the cosmos, I bring with me the storm. — Thor: God of Thunder #01 (2012)

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queenrhaenyra:

→You’re infinitely more

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update/some personal things under the cut but in the next few days, my return to tumblr shall be immediate, but gradual.

For all those kind and wonderful messages/generous souls/writing partners of mine: all writing shall resume/everything is in drafts, all is well. <3

I don’t even know where to begin, but this is quite a personal post. This shall be tagged appropriately, and this is gonna get a bit heavy and so, to whoever’s reading this: please know that I’m alright/you definitely don’t need to look at any of this if situations like this bother you.

Now, basically, it’s a matter of me not being able to come-out as bi-sexual to my family, that’s one major thing right now. I saw Call Me By Your Name/read the book and it led to a very gradual, very immediate breakdown of my psyche because, I’ll never have such support with my family towards anything like that.

Secondly, I feel like a loser for not being able to complete/afford college. I wanted to, but my mental health rotted away back then, and though I’m okay now, just thinking about sitting there in a classroom and doing all of that...it’s no longer in the cards for me, and I see so many doing so many amazing things and I get to thinking, “how nice it must be.” I can’t afford such a thing, but, maybe in time, I’ll finish my Bachelor’s. 

But that train of thought, those two paragraphs above me, I have accepted the first part and the second is, “I am not a loser at all. I’m alive, existing is enough, I learn each and every single day, I contribute, I work, I do plenty.”

I think that is why I chose Thor as a muse so very, very long ago. I needed to feel worthy, because I was told by so many that, “You do nothing,” even when I would clean the house top to bottom and be sure everything was taken care of. 

It gets to the point with some members of my immediate family where, I have to mentally “orphan” myself if you will and pretend that I have no family aside from my dearest friends. That has been something I’ve done for a very long time, because, thinking about ______ saying/doing such things to me was too much to bear.

That...mantle of responsibility if you will, the ones mentioned before the last paragraph, that’s something that broke me down gradually, my bedrock turned to ash.

All of the above stuff...come what may. So be it. It happened, it is being accepted, but for some reason, all last month/this month, it’s been getting to me, so much so, I’d have moments of extreme anxiety, panic, depression, (and I get the most sad in the summer, due to some childhood things) and I’m starting to relive little traumas that happened, every so often.

I mentally picture those things, and I mentally place out my hand. I shake hands with that memory, I accept it, and I’m healing.

Am I healed? No. But, that’s okay.

If you have read this far, thank you. I cannot wait to create again very soon, but I’m considering moving a lot of my muses to my multi-muse blog so I can still write as them.

The blogs I’m rebooting are Sebastian Castellanos from The Evil Within and Richard Gecko from From Dusk Til Dawn. The others shall be moved to my multi-muse I think, unless I decide otherwise. 

If I can grant you anything for reading this far, it is the reassurance that: healing is possible, as long as you have wonderful people in your life. I do. I am blessed to have such a person, and new friends and old, all of you matter deeply to me.

Thank you. I shall be filling my queue with posts, but not doing any writing this evening, not until a bit later on in the week, that way, I can finish/sort through necessity.

Take care of yourselves this evening. 

- Amity

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update: apologies on the lack of posting! I’ve been dealing with some things and I’ve been focusing on watching some walkthroughs/getting my head sorted. I’ll be back very soon and, I may have two new blogs to display, we shall see...

for what fandom you may ask? a wonderful fandom...where there is no evil within...

That is a direct pun on the game, that is by no means a direct reflection of anyone here.

[tlematimun]

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To do list: drafts/asks/turn those into threads Reboot Richard Gecko’s blog Get my multi together Maybe move a few blogs/muses to the multi for the time being Polish Oswald’s blog up for my return very soon

Lots of wonderful things my friends! Happy Wednesday!

For mutuals: my d/iscord is A WHITE BLANK PAGE#0185 and my name changes on there frequently, but it is open to mutuals/writing partners!

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doctor who sentence prompts

❛ When did you start believing in impossible heroes? ❜

❛ You asked me if you were a good man. And the answer is I don’t know. ❜

❛ Where do you think you’re going?! ❜

❛ Do we understand each other? ❜

❛ Well, I understand you. Let’s not get carried away. ❜

❛ I have seen you change time, I have seen you break any rule you want. ❜

❛ Well, either you do as you’re told, or stop threatening me - There really isn’t a third option here. ❜

❛ Do as you are told. ❜

❛ Say it again so I know you mean it. ❜

❛ You betrayed me. ❜

❛ You betrayed my trust, you betrayed our friendship, you betrayed everything I ever stood for. ❜

❛ You let me down! ❜

❛ Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make any difference? ❜

❛ Did you seriously think that that was going to work on me? ❜

❛ I always knew it wasn’t over. ❜

❛ These crackers are rubbish! ❜

❛ I hate boy bands. ❜

❛ I wanted everything to stop. I wanted nothing to change ever again. ❜

❛ I hope you made a wish. ❜

❛ It all just disappears, doesn’t it? Everything you are, gone in a moment, like breath on a mirror. ❜

❛ When you think about it, we’re all different people all through our lives. ❜

❛ If this works, get out of here as fast as you can. ❜

❛ First good news of the day. ❜

❛ There might be a certain amount of yelling. ❜

❛ I just saw something I wish I hadn’t. ❜

❛ I’m staying with you. ❜

❛ We don’t walk away. ❜

❛ No, we don’t walk away. But when we’re holding on to something precious, we run. ❜

❛ Well, it’s what they believe. It’s a nice story. ❜

❛ That was page one. ❜

❛ What did I miss? ❜

❛ What happened to me? ❜

❛ Don’t you remember? ❜

❛ I was scared, really scared. Didn’t know where I was. ❜

❛ Well then, you should go to sleep. Because you’re safe now, I promise.

❛ Are you guarding me? ❜

❛ Are you seriously going to sit down there all night? ❜

❛ I promise I won’t budge from this spot. ❜

❛ Well then, I’ll have to come to you. ❜

❛ Come back tomorrow. Ask me again. ❜

❛ I’m always losing things. ❜

❛ Maybe I’m an idiot! ❜

❛ You’re not! You’re clever, really clever. ❜

❛ Did you build this snowman? ❜

❛ Where are you going? I thought we was just getting acquainted! ❜

❛ You followed me, remember. I didn’t invite you. ❜

❛ Are you going to explain what happened to me? ❜

❛ You didn’t answer my question. ❜

❛ I’ll be the judge of that! ❜

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IT BEGAN WITH LOSS: loss of his brother who willingly let himself fade away into space, loss of her, of Jane Foster of Earth who held him accountable to his puerile actions.

IT BEGAN WITH A GAIN: BiFrost, lost, the doorways to the world seemingly impossible to tred until reparations could begin.

Until, he went on a walk one bright morning, confusion stirring his heart, and then, flight. And then...he was somewhere else, somewhere that was not the world he knew, the world that would one day, look to him in the place of his beloved father.

“Where,” and he falls through shadow-earth, he slides down a tunnel that throws him through space and time and at the last, he throws up his hand, opens his eyes.

He’s had enough.

“Enough.” A command to his body. A command to the spirit that navigates him so. “Enough!”

And he stops and he falls, just like before, but this time, he lands on his feet.

It’s the Midgardian sun. It’s millions of human lives and minds, it’s this stretch of blue sky he knew.

He made his way back. 

He raises his hand and clouds gather to their master and the storm seems to split the sky in half, willing maiden and her pink-red fruit.

This is not a tale of damnation. This is a story of hubris, shirked aside.

“Jane,” he says, red cape sparking with fire that lightning creates. “Jane Foster, I am here for you.”

DEAL? DEAL. / @physicistastro

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THE WEIGHT OF GRIEF can be felt everywhere in the body, in the mouth, in the limbs, in the spaces between hands and fingers. It’s a flavor on the tongue, it’s something that neither food nor drink can take away, an ink-stain, like blood, like ruin, on alabaster floor that slipped between the cracks.

It’s a shame that comes every single time someone sees it because, it is not a private thing, this sadness. HE TOO KNOWS WHAT IT IS TO HAVE LOST A BROTHER.

He does not speak with her about it. To acknowledge the wound is to allow for it to exist, for it to spread, for the skin to be ripped open to expose bone, marrow-song.

It is not something that can be healed. He has lived long enough to know this.

He does not want this. He does not speak with her. Not yet. 

He knows her name. He does not blame her. Not ever.

“Wanda,” Thor says, his voice carried on the winds of the coming storm. “You fought well.”

He does not want for this sorrow to be an afterlife of shared leftovers, he does not want to meet her in the bone-yard and pick apart carrion for bits of their loved ones.

He does not want that brutal savagery, the brutal salvation, for her.

Lightning illuminates a field and the battle is over and Earth is safe, but its hearts are not.

PARAMOUR / PRISON @witchyd

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CIPHER, WOLF-SIGNAL from the North. A great gust of wind and light brought with it creatures that escaped from cosmic bindings and what should have been a quick but eventful battle dragged on. Jaws snapped, teeth were broken, and some of these beings slithered into the doorways of Midgard.

This is where Lord of Storms finds himself, Mjölnir at his side, chasing the malaise of the heavens. They land in a grassy knoll and his feet crunch at the earth and he meets them, blow for blow, his hands and arms straining, straining as he snaps their mouths open, and his gaze meets lifeless eyes, eyes that roll back in shadow-drunk skulls.

He shall take some of their teeth for a trophy. He shall do a lot of things, and it is all thanks to the wolves of the earth and their smaller kin, that told him of this threat.

It is night-time when it happens and his arrival brought with it a stroke of lightning that flashed against the skies, the continuum of thunder’s great arrival.

He stands, taking a breath, covered in starlight and blood, and he tilts his head back, the sounds from his mouth accompanying what falls from his jaws: a cross between howl and wild jubilation, celebration of victory...victory...

Once, in another life, he asked all animals ne’er to harm his beloved brother; here, all animals answer his call, he joins their’s, he is welcome.

SIMILAR CALL / @honeybeed

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THE WONDERS never cease for him, no matter how far he travels in the galaxy, no matter how long his travels. There will always be something for him to observe, something for him to discover, hidden among the chaos and the unsettling nature of mortal-kind.

Of these creatures is a mortal man who can shrink to the size of an insect with the use of technology. Such a thing would be useful for adventures where the entrance and the exit was not guaranteed.

The God of Thunder preferred to make his own entrance, his own exit.

“You are as clever as you are useful, sir,” sir, because, he does not want to use his name. He wants to hear it from him. “I imagine your perspective of the world as a whole has changed, ever since you donned your battlements?”

SIZE MATTERS / @antlarceny 

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THE YEARS PASS, and to creatures like them, it’s a heart-beat, not many lifetimes. The last he saw her, it was night and she was beautiful, midnight hour fierce and impressed upon the full weight of the stars.

She walked and the cosmos stirred. Now, she was enough to shake the very foundations that kept the Nine Realms from falling apart. Her features alone could make the threads that the Norns created on deft fingers dissipate, and with it, the purpose and resolution to the story that they have been trying to tell, trying to end, ever since the beginning.

The start and the finish.

He walks forward, because that is all a stray bit of rock in the heavens can do when it’s pulled towards the orbit of something far greater. She influenced his path, in the here and now and when they last met, his hair was shorter and the fury in his heart was greater.

The moon drank the blood of the sun, once. The sun allowed this, because, it kept the moon alive.

AND THIS IS WHERE THE SUN AND THE MOON FIND THEIR HOPEFUL REUNION.

“Selene,” he says, amazed. “You walk in the sun.”

PLANET / ORBIT  @xprodigium 

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One thing and then I’m going to shower/have some coffee and maybe write/queue up some things before bed, but, I saw that there’s some discourse going around about how people don’t like original characters?

How sad a life you must lead, considering Spider Man was Stan Lee’s original character at one point. Every character you write as was once somebody’s original character. It makes no sense to hate on anyone’s original character.

You make a choice to see whatever it is, be it F/acebook, T/witter, so on and so forth. Make the choice and don’t follow and don’t send anonymous threats because, if it’s printed out, if your identity is made public, you could in fact, have a case built against you should anything come of your messages you sent, in a moment of spite and hatred.

Make any sort of social platform your safe space. Make it a place of positivity and encouragement and everything else and then some.

I write as both canon and original characters. Both deserve love. No blog deserves such messages.

Take care tonight, all of you.

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𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝟖 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❛ I thought about it a lot. ❜

❛ I won’t lie. It hurt. ❜

❛ Hey, make sure you cover the exit, okay? ❜

❛ Distract the big one, go over that car for a clean shot. ❜

❛ That was hot. ❜

❛ I need you to do something for me. ❜

❛ You will pay. ❜

❛ You have a heart as soft as a baby bird. ❜

❛ Is this our life now? Is this our new normal? ❜

❛ Are you okay with it? ❜

❛ Choice is less about what happens than it is about how we deal with it. ❜

❛ I’ve been thinking a lot about all the things  that have happened to us over this past year. ❜

❛ I don’t think there’s been a single day  when I didn’t hear that same voice in my head telling me  "Whatever you do  do not let her go.” ❜

❛ You cannot change the world on an empty stomach. ❜

❛ I need a drink first. ❜

❛ Labels are the opposite of understanding. ❜

❛ It takes courage to remember that this is a world where our dreams do come true. ❜

❛ But our heart always knows the truth. ❜

❛ People who bear the full weight of truth sometimes break. ❜

❛ Courage. It is contagious. ❜

❛ Your life is either defined by the system, or by the way you defy the system. ❜

❛ Luck is something that reminds you how beautiful the world can be. ❜

❛ Life is not just full of surprises. It’s also full of gifts. ❜

❛ When I’m with you, all the rules and the logic of everyday life, things that were so important to me all go away. ❜

❛ Trying to change the world only leads to suffering. All we can change is ourselves. ❜

❛  Part of being a best friend is  caring more about them than you care about a damn job. ❜

❛ Feelings and emotions can overwhelm our logic, and at the same time, logic can ruin the emotions that make life worth living. ❜

❛ I have no room in my heart for hate. ❜

❛ That which does not kill you makes you stronger. ❜

❛ If your dream isn’t worth the risk, what is? ❜

❛ Nothing good ever happens when people care more about our differences than the things we share in common. ❜

❛ Hope is undiscovered disappointment. ❜

❛ You think you’re hunting us? We’re coming for you. ❜

❛ It is not a game. This is a war. ❜

❛ The real violence, the violence I realized was unforgivable, is the violence that we do to ourselves, when we’re too afraid to be who we really are. ❜

❛ Some things in our lives are inevitable. ❜

❛ Look, love is not something we wind up, something we set or control. ❜

❛ Love is just like art: a force that comes into our lives without any rules, expectations or limitations. Love like art, must always be free. ❜

❛ Impossibility is a kiss away from reality. ❜

❛ Without the past,  there would be nothing to think about, let alone  someone  to think it. ❜

❛ I’m one of those people who’s comfortable with the idea that there’s more going on in this world that we don’t understand than all the things that we do. ❜

❛ He’s my brother. And not by something as accidental as blood… by something much stronger. By choice. ❜

❛ This is what life is: fear, rage, desire… love. To stop feeling emotions, to stop wanting to feel them, is to feel… death. ❜

❛ Our existence depends on sheer implausibility. ❜

❛ I take everything I am feeling, everything that matters to me… I push all of it into my fist, and I fight for it. ❜

❛ Sometimes you make a mistake. You’ve got two choices: you live with it, or you fix it. ❜

❛ That day, I learned life and death are always so mixed up together, in the same way some beginnings are endings, and some endings become beginnings. ❜

❛ We, like these books, or these diamonds, have the secrets of our past hidden inside us. ❜

❛ It’s obedience, not resistance. That’s the glue of every country, every army, every religion in the world. ❜

❛ In the end, we will all be judged by the courage of our hearts. ❜

❛ We all know when people are lying to us, we just don’t want to listen. ❜

❛ Death doesn’t let you say goodbye. It just carves holes in your life, in your future, in your heart. ❜

❛ There’s a huge difference between what we work for and what we live for. ❜

❛ I love you. That’s why you can’t give up. I love you. ❜

❛ Killing is easy when you can feel nothing. ❜

❛ The past is done with us the moment we are done with it. ❜

❛ Who can say if it is we who make the choice, or the choice that makes us. ❜