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[inpryno]

this blog is archived. now at @infernaes.

[inpryno]

this blog is archived. now at @infernaes.

[inpryno]

this blog is archived. now at @infernaes.

[orifces]

an exploration in vendetta's unhealthy obsession with DROLTA TZUENTES.

[aqua-regia009]

Incendium, 2023. — Eliran Kantor (Israeli, b.1984)

https://elirankantor.com/

[telekinctic-deactivated20240613]

" Nobody could be ready for this kind of hate. "

Multi-Verse, Multi-Ship, Crossover Friendly 18+ Portrayal.

[inpryno]

everyday i think about this panel at least once...

[demidritch]

i look to the sun and can longer find GOD ... this is what happens when you drift in space, listening to the gospel of the red-hot stars. pinpoints of infinity riddle my brain, a revelation of deafness. most will only have one death, I WILL HAVE TWO.

an independent & selective writing blog for a dc vertigo / sandman original character, interwoven with cosmic horror elements. prophesized by 𝖍alo. ©

[xvxmori]

 Hermann Nitsch, Splatter Painting

[ofsoul]

ashes   buried   vision   —   still   strength   manifested   unmistaken:   pithy   fire   coiled   cataclysms   around   the   woman’s   soul.   the   reign   of   flames,   crucifying   the   dyad’s   porcelain   and   dour   serenity,   eyes   like   a   startled   doe   amidst   engulfed   timber...   trigon   grumbled   in   her   head   (   you   should   not   have   shown   your   humanity,   foolish   daughter   ),   but   this   she   had   to   see   through.   horrific   and   magnetizing   inferno—   the rose's   stem   burned   but   untouched   rouge petals   baited   sensibilities,   seductive   enigma: flesh   that   held   destruction... it   was   so   personal   to raven that   she   had   little   strength   to   resist. “   forgive   me,   i   assumed   you   would   empathize   with   me...   ”  

urged   to   return   the   fervor,   saintly   as   she,   raven   forced   cosmic   calmness,  kindness   within   pretentious   psalms.   teasing   meant   to   soothe   the   truth   out—   not   fight…   not   war.   conflict   paled   in   comparison   to   the   erudition   gained   through   peace.   maybe   even   an understanding   between   two   tainted   women…   only   if   they   dared   submerge   into   vulnerability.   raven   did   it   first,   icy   softness   turned   welcoming   (   the   only   way   she   knew   how   !   ),   as   welcoming   darkness   could   be   to   fire:   “   if   you   will   not,   i   will   confess   first.   no   one   is   immune   to   fear,   not   even   me,   ”   the   bird   of   ill   omen,   bringer   of   terror,   shared   her   own,   stupid   hope   the   other   would   do   the   same,   “   i   am   scared   of   myself,   of   the   horrors   my   blood   carries,   of   how   much   pleasure   i   feel  hurting   others...   should   i   go   on   ? ”   

[inpryno]

intent  of  actions  might  have  kind,    seemingly  so.   palms  outstretched  in  hopes  of  friendship  or  at  the  very  least  consideration——peacemaker  dressed  in  dove's  cloak,    basking  in  as  much  warmth  as  a  void  could  demonstrate.  finely  woven  calls  from  a  cold  outreach,  tethered  to  planks  of  a  bridge  mutant  built  felt  ...   𝒾𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔,    as  close  to  𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎  as  she'd  ever  felt...   but  𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞  did  not  see  it  the  same  way.  the  wrinkles  of  intellect  ⅋  better  judgment  would  not  allow  stubbornness  to  ᶂᶏᶅƫᶒᶉ.   she  was  a  vulture;    perched  ⅋  waiting  to  prey  on  her.  they  all  were.  "    you  are  too  kind.  ⅋   i  do  𝚗𝚘𝚝  empathize  with  𝔪𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒𝗋𝗌.  "

narrowed  flame's  eye,    weary  of  the  weight  that  kindness  brought  ontop  of  rather  offensive—defense.  pressure  was  śήưḟḟỉήɠ  out  infernos  by  the  moment,    harder  ⅋  harder  to  keep  up  with...  more  so  now  that  madelyne  started  to  take  a  peak  behind  the  curtain.   words  were  not  lost,  despite  desperately  trying  to  make  it  clear  that  they  were  unwelcome:    reflections    ⅋    ripples  of  similar  characteristics  with  the  other  were  obvious————even  with  𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢  actively  trying  to  dodge  them————a  charred  heart  could've  sworn  to  have  skipped  a  couple  beats.  a  crack  in  steel  shell,    alto  escaped,    "    i  heard  it's  a  *  ℊ𝗈𝗈𝖽  𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇ℊ————that  𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔯.  at  least  you  have  it.   "     

serpent  slips  her  tongue  ⅋  reveals  her  hand  again. she,    in  fact,    still  possessed  that  dread  too.  the  crackings  in  the  mirror  that  were  far  too  much  to  bare;    a  brain  that  craved  𝔪𝖆𝔯𝖈𝔞𝖇𝔢  ⅋  a  heart  that  wanted  to  𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛  once  it  was  done.  yes...  yes,    yes,    yes.  it  was  all  there.  too  many  times  had  mads'  seen  what  her  palms  had  dealt————to  not  be  afraid  of  herself,    of  the  broken  mirror,    would  be  the  works  of  a  𝔪𝔞𝔡-𝔴𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫  ⅋  she  was  no  longer  mad.   "    be  afraid.  it'll  keep  you  human.   "

[hllfyre]

MUSIC PLAYING: YOU'RE SADLY , CRUMBLING... YOU ARE UNFIXABLE. I CAN'T BREAK THROUGH YOUR WORLD.

[inpryno]

🕯️

org. prompt. ... , madelyne's thoughts about raven. ( raven. yes, a powerful witch———meta-human———demon———of some kind. 'still have yet to work the kinks out of "species of origin." she is not of my world but from something close to it. darker, .... more hell-bound than i. even still with power as vast as hers., she's still weak. 'could do so much more without that heart of gold as a permanent anchor. a pity; stubborness & kindness. truly.———& ... i don't like being around her. not because of her power or suffocating empathy / sympathy or because she is unlikable, but ... because she reminds me so much of who i could have been. who i could be; who i should be. jean would like her, that's for sure. )

[melamemea]

send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

[lecataste]

David Foster Wallace | Infinite Jest | 1996

[palecharm-deactivated20231023]

   A sharp knifelike contempt pulsed through him. With the utmost sarcasm, he pondered on this: HOW LOVELY IT IS, TO BE REFERRED TO AS ‘A HOPELESS THING; A BROKEN THING’. Her grip on his was light, far lighter than he anticipated, and it forced him to look @inpryno (cont.) in the eye. While most people were easy enough to decode, especially with both touch and expression laid before him. However, she did not prove to be so easily known. Despite his better judgment, he found that cutting feeling remaining as vicious and fiery as it was since the first pang. ❝ I am not ‘a thing’. I am not hopeless, broken, or anything of the sort. I… ❞ The words spilled out before he thought to stop them. He surprised himself with the action. A heavy pause passed. At this point, he could not un-speak and he would not retract. Therefore, there was one forward.

   ❝ I won’t be ‘a thing’. Not for you— for anyone! ❞ He cannot allow that to happen. Not again.

[inpryno]

defense  was…    expected.  how  else  would  anyone  respond  to  such  words?    with  delight  &  cheer?    no.   her  forwardness  was  usually  met  with  the  likes  of  which  he’d  shown  her,    but  with  far  more…    𝔞𝖓𝔤𝖊𝔯.  if  you  could  call  the  power  of  a  s͟ᴇ͟ᴠ͟ᴇ͟ʀ͟ᴀ͟ʟ͟ ͟ ͟s͟ᴜ͟ɴ͟s͟.,    'just  anger'    clarification  would  be  made,    “in  reference  to  your  mind;    not  all  that  you  are.”      also  in  his  defense,    he  was  right————𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚢𝚗𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚊𝚗  𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢  𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗  𝚝𝚘  𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠————it  didn't  take  a  telepathic  tethers  to  figure  out  𝓉𝗁𝖾  𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇  𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾  𝗈𝖿  𝔣𝗂𝗋𝖾  was  as  elusive  as  the  smoke  she  spat  ...  thus,    *   𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾  to  pin  down.  even  now,    murky  communiqué  stood  it's  ground.  a  correction  to  his  statement  would  be  made,    following  the  retirement  of  solemn  touch,    “and  you  are  not  mine———i  know  that. …    dͩoͦ  yoͦuͧ?”    curiosity  struck  the  moment  ruler  came  to  the  realization  that  he,    rogue,    mentioned  ownership  without  much  thought.   something  she  would  never  do.  possession  of  a  creature  as  like—minded  as  she  ...  was  a  𝔡𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑———𝑡ℎ𝑒  𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡  𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑. perhaps,    that's  what  he  believed  she  came  here  to  do?    peculi̲a̲r̲.̲.̲.  

[inpryno]

my first day off in two weeks & it feels good to be alive < 3

[luthienne]

Jenny Xie, from The Rupture Tense; "The Rupture Tense"

[Text ID: Years staining from the inside out.]