AnasAbdin
Xuebing Du
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Kaledo Art
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
occasionally subtle
Claire Keane
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RMH
Sade Olutola
pixel skylines
JBB: An Artblog!
titsay
ojovivo
shark vs the universe
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we're not kids anymore.
NASA
noise dept.
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OOC:: I'm finally free from my previous job, and actually feeling good enough to write for the first time in god knows how long. Pls hit me up if you wanna plot something, or send me a meme!
OOC: so, a few hours after I posted this, my uncle died, so I kinda immediately had to deal with that. I went from 100 to 0 in like two seconds, and this post aged worse than milk left out in a heat wave. I'm still gonna try and get back on here, but now I'm gonna have to be a little slower about it.
OOC:: I'm finally free from my previous job, and actually feeling good enough to write for the first time in god knows how long. Pls hit me up if you wanna plot something, or send me a meme!
HAVE I GOT YOUR ATTENTION NOW?
written by BEAR Promo Template
film ask meme : NOSFERATU (2024) directed by ROBERT EGGERS.
a selection of lines from the 2024 film nosferatu. modified for rp purposes.
you are not for the living. you are not for human kind.
do you swear it?
come here. there is nothing to be afraid of.
today is of the utmost importance for us.
it will be a great adventure for you.
why have you killed these beautiful flowers?
i must tell you my dream.
standing before me, all in black, was Death.
the stench of their bodies was horrible.
i had never been so happy as that moment, as i held hands with Death.
never speak these things aloud. never.
i wish you to have all you deserve.
it's worth celebrating your adventure. i envy you.
i fear their past melancholy is returning.
don't let them feed me to the monster!
remember, it's all for us.
you bring trouble with you.
beware his shadow. the shadow covers you in a nightmare.
you are late. the midnight hour is passed.
i fear we yet keep close many superstitions here that may seem backward to someone of your high learning.
they exhumed a corpse.
i might ease your wound.
come by the fire. your face shows you unwell.
why ever did you bring that here?
what can cheer this poor humor, my love?
do you ever feel, at times, as if you were not a person?
we all feel out of sorts, set apart, at times. small or alone.
you are fortunate in your love.
it is a black omen to journey in poor health.
no one. i am no one.
he loves the pretty ones best.
you are lost in his shadow.
remain here. his evil cannot enter this house of God.
soon i will be no more a shadow to you.
your spirit was never enough.
no matter. i miscalculated the stars.
hermes will not render my black sulfur gold this evening.
do not revel what is sacred to dogs.
does evil come from within us or from beyond?
this evil, what it it is, how it has been summoned - unleashed - i know not.
there is a dread storm rising.
your bond shall not survive me.
it is a force more powerful than evil. it is death itself.
i have wrestled with the devil as jacob wrestled the angel in peniel.
if we are to tame darkness, we must first face that it exists.
i told you, you are not of human kind.
i am an appetite. nothing more.
i cannot be sated without you.
remember how once we were?
you have never liked me.
nothing you can say will shake me - for there is a devil in this world, and i have met him.
don't touch me. i am not to be touched.
the grim reaper wields his heavy scythe with every change of wind.
your horror has rent our hearts, but you must hear us.
these nightmares do exist! they exist!
the monster left you to the wolves, and yet you prevailed.
we must know evil to be able to destroy it. we must discover it within ourselves.
i need no salvation.
you will put an end to all of this?
i feel his hold upon me this night.
i am ready. i bid you, come to me.
i relinquished him my soul.
god is beyond our morals.
CONSTANTINE (2005) SENTENCE STARTERS
❛ Keeps the voices out so I can sleep. ❜
❛ You ever think if you told me more now that maybe I could help out? ❜
❛ You mustn’t let your faith be overshadowed by guilt. ❜
❛ I already know exactly where I’m going. ❜
❛ You don’t need to see this, okay? No. ❜
❛ Yeah, well, I know a guy who knows a guy. ❜
❛ Well, I could offer something about how a shepherd leads even the most wayward of his flock, but it might sound disingenuous. ❜
❛ God was the only one she ever believed loved her. ❜
❛ You still trying to buy your way into heaven? ❜
❛ I never asked to see. I was born with this curse. ❜
❛ Everything you’ve ever done, you’ve only ever done for yourself. ❜
❛ I thought I heard thunder last night. Must have been Satan’s stomach growling. ❜
❛ You’re the one soul he’d come up here himself to collect. ❜
❛ Something’s coming. ❜
❛ You know the rules of my house. While here, you will abide by them. ❜
❛ I know the circles you travel in. The occult, demonology, exorcisms. ❜
❛ What if I told you that God and the devil made a wager, a kind of standing bet for the souls of all mankind? ❜
❛ Well, this has been real educational, but I don’t believe in the devil. ❜
❛ If this is some kind of spell or something, don’t you need candles and a pentagram for it to work? ❜
❛ Officially, I was dead for two minutes. ❜
❛ Take it from me, two minutes in hell is a lifetime. ❜
❛ Heaven and hell are right here. Behind every wall, every window. The world behind the world, and we’re smack in the middle. ❜
❛ I call it hypocritical bullshit. ❜
❛ I guess God has a plan for all of us. ❜
❛ God’s a kid with an ant farm, lady. He’s not planning anything. ❜
❛ I know you’ve never had much faith, you’ve never had much reason to, but that doesn’t mean that we don ’t have faith in you. ❜
❛ You don’t wanna know what’s out there, trust me. ❜
❛ I don’t need another ghost following me. ❜
❛ You do this, there’s no turning back. ❜
❛ So do I have to take the rest of my clothes off, or can I leave them on? ❜
❛ Someone was here. ❜
❛ "Stay in the car.“ “Wait here.” Men. ❜
❛ By the way, you have to ask for absolution to be forgiven, asshole. ❜
❛ Have you lost what little mind you have? ❜
❛ You’re the only one still playing by the rules, [name]. And while you’ve been imitating Switzerland, people are dying. ❜
❛ Consider it a last request. ❜
❛ Look, [name], no offense, I just don’t think that it’s a great idea, you know, you going on a solo mission to save the world. That’s my vote. ❜
❛ It’s not always like it is in the books. ❜
❛ Your ego is astounding. ❜
❛ It’s only in the face of horror that you truly find your nobler selves. ❜
❛ I’ll bring you pain. I’ll bring you horror. So that you may rise above it. ❜
❛ I’ve got a whole theme park full of red delights for you. ❜
❛ I didn’t think you would make the same mistake twice. ❜
❛ This world is mine. In time. ❜
❛ I do miss the old names. ❜
❛ Looks like somebody doesn’t have your back anymore. ❜
❛ You will live. ❜
❛ Hide it. Somewhere no one will ever be able to find it. Not even me. ❜
❛ Always a catch. ❜
❛ I’ve got some cleaning up to do. ❜
❛ Like the book says, He works His work in mysterious ways. ❜
what
“Weird Tales” April 1933 cover by J. Allen St. John
Golden Blood [Part 1 of 6] by Jack Williamson
Tiger Dust by Bassett Morgan
The Return of Balkis by E. Hoffman Price
The Star-Roamers by Edmond Hamilton
The Ice-Demon by Clark Ashton Smith
Buccaneers of Venus [Part 6 of 6] by Clark Ashton Smith
The White Moth by August W. Derleth
“Weird Tales” April 1933 cover by J. Allen St. John
Golden Blood [Part 1 of 6] by Jack Williamson
Tiger Dust by Bassett Morgan
The Return of Balkis by E. Hoffman Price
The Star-Roamers by Edmond Hamilton
The Ice-Demon by Clark Ashton Smith
Buccaneers of Venus [Part 6 of 6] by Clark Ashton Smith
The White Moth by August W. Derleth
"Have you something to say to me, my friend?"
The tiger taps his extended claws against the ground, the sharpened tips meeting the ground one-by-one, striking the jungle floor in a jovial rhythm, belying the danger their master poses.
"Please, feel free to voice your thoughts. Come closer, and tell all to Shere Khan!"
He stalks forward, body low to the ground. Paws are placed carefully, silently, slowly inching forward as the striped beast advances towards the object of his interest. Though his body language would seem to suggest otherwise, this is no mere hunt. The shrieking of the bandar log, and the panicked retreat of those jungle peoples who feared neither panther nor tiger nor bear, told him that something UNUSUAL had invaded his corner of the jungle.
And he could not abide by such an intruder, not without confronting it for himself. A low snarl rumbled deep in his throat, a warning to whatever creature; man, beast, or monster, had chosen to enter his hunting grounds.
OOC: someday I'll find out where this comic is from. 'Til then, I take it as proof that my headcanon that Shere Khan is a surprisingly protective dad is entirely canon and vindicated.
"DINOSAURS EAT MAN,
WOMAN INHERITS THE EARTH."
Independent Roleplay Blog for the Tyrannosaurus Rex from JURASSIC PARK
Graphic created by rathalascendant
"Have you something to say to me, my friend?"
The tiger taps his extended claws against the ground, the sharpened tips meeting the ground one-by-one, striking the jungle floor in a jovial rhythm, belying the danger their master poses.
"Please, feel free to voice your thoughts. Come closer, and tell all to Shere Khan!"
He stalks forward, body low to the ground. Paws are placed carefully, silently, slowly inching forward as the striped beast advances towards the object of his interest. Though his body language would seem to suggest otherwise, this is no mere hunt. The shrieking of the bandar log, and the panicked retreat of those jungle peoples who feared neither panther nor tiger nor bear, told him that something UNUSUAL had invaded his corner of the jungle.
And he could not abide by such an intruder, not without confronting it for himself. A low snarl rumbled deep in his throat, a warning to whatever creature; man, beast, or monster, had chosen to enter his hunting grounds.
Bengal Tiger | Heinrich Neumeyer
Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan, Painting by Ilya Repin // Bengal Tiger, Photo by Yuwaraj Gurjar
He stalks forward, body low to the ground. Paws are placed carefully, silently, slowly inching forward as the striped beast advances towards the object of his interest. Though his body language would seem to suggest otherwise, this is no mere hunt. The shrieking of the bandar log, and the panicked retreat of those jungle peoples who feared neither panther nor tiger nor bear, told him that something UNUSUAL had invaded his corner of the jungle.
And he could not abide by such an intruder, not without confronting it for himself. A low snarl rumbled deep in his throat, a warning to whatever creature; man, beast, or monster, had chosen to enter his hunting grounds.
