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This might be a larger project for Malevolent Threshold
But for now heres Part 1
But he still hesitated at the threshold of the cabin. They didn't have a good history with old, weird buildings.
Katherine Arden, from Dark Waters
This isn’t an art request, but just a simple question: how do you feel about single handedly carrying the void community on tumblr/j also I adore your void art sm like my simp brain just.. can’t
- i feel powerful but also very SCARED (/lh) because ppl discovered my tumblr within like weeks of me joining star's server and they were like... "oh so you ARE a simp >:]" and now the phrase "your tumblr says otherwise" is very common
- i'm glad you like it :] simper /pos
Be pleased if the wind that enters the orchard brings back the surge of life: here where a dead tangle of memories sinks and founders, there was no garden, only a reliquary. The flapping you hear is not flight but a commotion in the eternal womb; you see how this strip of solitary earth transforms itself into a crucible. Beyond the sheer wall is rage. If you proceed, you might bump into— perhaps you might—the saving apparition: here the stories are composed, the acts that the game of the future will cancel. Look for a broken link in the net that holds us down, jump out and flee! Go, I've prayed this for you—now my thirst will be lighter; the rust less bitter. . .
“At the threshold” by Eugenio Montale (12 October 1896 – 12 September 1981)
Be pleased if the wind that enters the orchard brings back the surge of life: here where a dead tangle of memories sinks and founders, there was no garden, only a reliquary. The flapping you hear is not flight but a commotion in the eternal womb; you see how this strip of solitary earth transforms itself into a crucible. Beyond the sheer wall is rage. If you proceed, you might bump into — perhaps you might—the saving apparition: here the stories are composed, the acts that the game of the future will cancel. Look for a broken link in the net that holds us down, jump out and flee! Go, I've prayed this for you—now my thirst will be lighter; the rust less bitter. . .
“At the Threshold” by Eugenio Montale (12 October 1896 – 12 September 1981)
At The Threshold
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/EJ704H3 by someonetoanyone Suptober Day 1: Liminal His faith in Cas is tentative, and fluctuates with however severe Dean’s paranoia or self-hatred is on any given day; this never appears to dishearten or discourage Cas, though. Cas always comes back. Words: 1665, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Endverse Vignettes Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Lucifer (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Suptober 2023 (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - Croatoan/Endverse (Supernatural), Pre-Slash, Emotional Hurt/Comfort read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/EJ704H3
At that crossroad once again and I'm feeling all those nerves come rushing back to me once more. mixed feelings of excitedness, sadness, nervousness, and anxiousness.