only i will remain

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[thyhorrorremains]

A Litature/Podcast/Myth Multimuse RP Blog. Written by Axem. Sideblog to bringhelltoyourdoorstep.

ft. The Creature from Frakenstein and Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives.

18+. Mutuals only. Read rules and take a look at the muses page before following.

Promo made by @sinnhelmingr

[sinnhelmingr]

“I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.” -dalinar // @thyhorrorremains​

Years, he says, as if there is a great gulf between the man he was and the man he has become. Years, and yet it hasn’t even been an hour since new wounds were torn open his pen. Years. Eleven of them, in fact, eleven years with more than blood, more than death, only that smell of smoke and burnt flesh. 

She doesn’t know why she is here. Her cousins need her, or at least need someone. They have the greater wounds in all of this. Yet Hel’s standing here, in front of the only father she’s ever truly cared to address as such, and no words come. Does it hurt him, or was it just another death, another layer of blood for his hands? That’s the answer she was looking for, when she came here in lieu of those whose pain rose to the surface.

Is it killing him, too, after all this time?

There’s a lot she can make right, the more she learns. So he wasn’t the hero she thought him to be. She’s become that instead, brought that girlhood vision of a great protector into reality. So he lost himself to his misery, his losses. She blocks off any such thoughts, never permitting a moment alone with her mistakes or losses. Her own hands can heal now, but they cannot raise the dead. She cannot fix this for her cousins, unsure she can even find the words to make it an easier burden. That happens, when you don’t mourn your dead – You don’t know what words might help, when you’ve never been in a position to learn them.

“That’s different –” All the men she knows are killers. Each of them must reek of it, somewhere she cannot sense it. His warmongering and his brutalities are so commonplace that only numbers set him apart from his peers. Part of her is sick to recognize it. Even her healer has such terrible, gore-streaked hands. Hel took another’s lessons too close to her heart. She can’t stop that terrible fact now, can’t burn every blade to a great slurry of melted metal so no man might ever hurt another.

Molten gold. The texture springs to her mind unbidden. She ensnares it, sends it away somewhere deep inside of her. Instead, she finds herself drawn closer to her uncle, til his broad shadow looms long over her. Even  grown, he seems insurmountably taller than her, like one of the mountains that cradled their tower made flesh.

So he wasn’t a hero. So he was, by many a measure, a terrible man. So he was worse than she imagined in ways she never could have imagined. At the end of that summation, he is still the man that actually wanted to be there for her. All that he’s laid bare before the written word is a part of that same man.

Blood, and death, and smoke, and burnt flesh. She had such beautiful hair, like gold itself. Hel thinks she would have forgiven the man he’s become, but then, Hel has come to realize she doesn’t know anyone as well as she thought. Maybe there’s less forgiveness in the world than she thought, too.

“They’re going to want you to answer for this.” Their house has enemies that will capitalize on this, potential allies who might turn their back on him, those who will call him weak and those who will fear him all the more. Yet they all seem so distant to her. All she can think of is blue eyes weeping, and what they might see when their father faces them again.

What will you do, that’s what she means. What will you do, when the consequences catch up not for your coalition, but for you?

[thyhorrorremains]

He stood, hands on the railing of a balcony, high in the tower city of Urithiru, drinking in the cold air. He could feel her behind him, even before she spoke. She didn't know how much of her mother was in her-- even though they shared no blood, Navani's touch on this child was unmistakable.

My touch is probably just as blatant, isn't it? On this girl, brought into our lives by fate or chance. Dalinar let out a breath, and then turned to see her. She was never as put together as Navani or Jasnah. There was always something of a mess about Hel, but it was a mess that said 'I'm too busy helping to bother, and you better not bother me either'. There was a power in it.

Dalinar moved to a chair, lowering himself into it. His body, strong as it was, and with a bit of Stormlight in it to take the bite out of the cold, still ached with age. He leaned his elbows on his knees, and let his hands hang. Blue eyes met green as he looked at her, her now the taller for him having sat.

"Do you think me a monster, now, Hel?" He asked, voice the low rumble of thunder. He didn't wait for her response.

"Because I am. What I did....it's horrific. It's unimaginably horrific, and I remember it fresh as the day it happened. I say this not to try and gain your sympathy or pity, but to try to explain.

"Others may want me to face consequences, and they're not wrong. If they wanted me to walk right now into a jail cell and sit there for the rest of my days, I would-- if it weren't for the war, if it weren't for Odium. This will change manys opinions of me, yes, especially those I hold most dear. But the events happening now are larger than even that pain. I sound like a hypocrite-- Damnation, I sound like Amaram, but it's true. I am the Bondsmith of the Stormfather, I am the leader of the Knights Radiant, I am the King of Urithiru. I can't just throw all of the responsibilities I have aside."

Dalinar took a slow breath, offering his hand to her. "I don't think I can help them, Adolin and Renarin. I can't help them with this-- I think I would only make it worse. They've heard my words already. They need you, Hel. You've always been there for them, and I thank you for that. The God Beyond truly blessed our family when They brought you to us, and I thank Them every day."

He stood, taking her freehand and squeezing it. "I have meetings to attend. Seek your cousins out, please?"

Dalinar strode away, back straight but shoulders weighed by the fate of his world.

[sinnhelmingr]

“You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.” - kaladin // @thyhorrorremains​

Her nails dig painfully into her scalp, parting dark braids as she braces herself against the words. It’s not what he was meant to say, really. If she knows anything, it’s that he’s meant to tell her something to bury the man she mourns, something to distract her from the still gaping wound in her chest that carries his name. It’s been six months, and she’s running low on scraps to stuff into it. 

He should know that. Of everyone she knows, he should. Because her uncle doesn’t, or she can’t bear to think of hurting him with that shared ghost. Her sister is so busy now, and Hel can’t distract her from the kingdom, whether she wants to or not. If he doesn’t know how to fix this, then who can?

“I can’t.”

The choke in her throat shames her. Her refusal only deepens the humiliation. It’s not what she’s saying, but what it means. Difficulty and grief? Those are strangers in her life. She’s refused to make their acquaintance for twenty years. Her life has been too full for it, busting at the seams with the problems of others. 

Even now, she cannot name what such charity was meant to drown out. Only that there’s a blade scraping its way up her throat, threatening to bring her to tears. It’s grown sharper and crueler with every passing year.

If she meets them both now, faces Difficulty and Grief on this precipice, then they’ll come with an army at their back. Not just her brother, but every other wound she’s hidden for so long that she’s forgotten their name. This is an ambush, and she is not going to cede the field to it.

All she wants is for him to shield her from it. She’s certain that’s all this came down to, not a desire for empathy, but a chance for him to take her away from it all. Hel hadn’t come courting the soldier to fight for her or the brother that knew where she stood.

She’s been looking for a healer, and his words fail where hands so often succeed.

“I’m sorry, I– I shouldn’t have come.” Pulling her fingers from black strands, she finds skin beneath the nails of her freehand. Has she been clawing at herself? “Not like this. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring it up.” Hel finds she can’t even thank him for all he’s said, after one of them poured out everything to the other. Which of them had done that? She can’t seem to remember. Her chest is so tight, and her throat burns. She wants to hide from him.

She wants to hide behind her brother, or be held by him, as if the last six months have been a terrible dream. But there’s only Kaladin, and his words, and some void in her that she struggles now to bury. So she stands still despite her urge to run from what cannot be outrun, the wounded animal, waiting for his pity or disgust to guide her next action.

Those, at least, she knew intimately.

[thyhorrorremains]

"Hey." He said it so softly, like a whisper on the wind. Kaladin knelt down next to her, careful not to touch, not yet. His eyes flicked to Syl, who landed on Hel's knee, staring up at her with sorrowful eyes. Kaladin felt that way too. But maybe....maybe he could help.

"Take a breath, it's okay." He offered her his hand, trying to duck his head enough to catch her eyes. "Can I show you something? I need you to come with me to do it, though." Kaladin forced a smile onto his lips, he would do that for her.

When she took his hand with her free hand, he gently brought her to her feet. Wrapping it around his arm, he led her out-- out of the dark, gloomy depths of the inner parts of the tower, towards the light, and the pure, crisp air of the mountains. There weren't many people out at this time, most were busy with daily tasks. Taking a deep breath of Stormlight, Kaladin stepped up to the railing, lightening himself with a half Lashing to hop up onto it.

There, he crouched again, offering her his hand once more.

"Do you trust me?" He asked, giving her another smile-- this one far less forced.

With her hesitant yes, and her hand in his once more, he tugged her up...

And then fell.

Both of them tumbled, Kaladin's arms around Hel as they fell, faster and faster, Syl spinning around them as a ribbon of light. Then, quick as a whip, they were flying turning, flying up instead. Falling up into the sky, into the light, and cold.

And then Kaladin slowed them, and then stopped them, using his Lashings to keep them in place just....hovering there.

"Look," He said, keeping one arm around her while he gestured with the other, to the expanse of Roshar below them.

"It's hard. Life is hard, and it hurts you, it will kick you and keep on kicking you. But when I'm in my darkest thoughts, you know what helps?" He pointed at the sun, shinning above them.

"The light. And you know what else helps?" He gestured down to the ten Oathgate plateaus, where the next iterations of Windrunners were training. "Reminding myself that I'm not alone. That there are people around me who love me and who care for me and I them."

He took a breath and closed his eyes a moment. "Back in the bridge crews, one thing we all learned is that you can't carry a bridge by yourself."

Kaladin opened his eyes and looked at her, smiling softly. "So stop carrying this bridge alone. You don't have to hold it all yourself. It's impossible to do. Let others help shoulder it. I wasn't....close to Elhokar like you, but I failed him. I can help you carry it. Your cousin was there, and I don't think Adolin's mourned properly either-- you two can help each other. And there are so many more people who will be there for you when you need it. Let them."

Slowly, they spun as Kaladin lowered them, and before long their feet alighted on the balcony once more.

[thyhorrorremains]

i keep forgetting about this blog but im here to say that i love my kids and ill be back eventually

[mitchellwrites]

deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

[thyhorrorremains]

anyway he’s officially started writing stormlight 5 and im gonna vibrate to the MOON also skyward book 4 is nearly done and the lost metal comin out this year brando feedin us GOOD

[thyhorrorremains]

brano mcsando really out here writing like 5 books a year, love that for him and also me, who consumes all content he dishes out

[thyhorrorremains]

@sinnhelmingr said:  "This," she began, cautious, "Is not what it looks like." She was certainly not on the fringes of her cousin's impressive wardrobe, one of his old shirts half-tucked into a boyhood pair of trousers. Slowly, she slid her naked hand behind her back. "And since you're not seeing things clearly, Lin, then it doesn't bear repeating, does it?" Gingerly, she leaned down to retrieve her fallen havah, twining the rich blue fabric around her safehand. "I'll be going. Tell Mother I might be a trifle late for dinner."

[Adolin] 

He stopped dead, eyes narrowing at his cousin. “Storms, what in damnation are you doing?” Adolin took a breath and rolled his eyes. He approached and.....finished tucking the shirt in for her. 

A quick search and he found a good belt, vest, and overcoat, and a pair of matching boots. “The boots will be a bit large, stuff some rags into the toes and that should help.” He looked her up and down again. 

“Did Aunt Navani or Jasnah teach you how to contour? A few tricks and you could masculinize your face quite a bit.”

[sinnhelmingr]

Jasnah brushes into the room with all the royal air she has, head held high and posture perfect. A stack of books, teetering ominously in her arms, betrays her confident stride as she tries her best to keep it upright. “I heard you were interested in medical studies, to become better informed for your duties as an Edgedancer– so I have brought as many texts as I could snatch from Mother and her scholars to help you along this path.” // @thyhorrorremains

“It’s a courtesy to–”

Oh, storm it. The day her sister cares for little things like propriety and courtesy is slow-coming, if it intends to arrive at all. Rising from her desk, she reaches absently for her walking stick – ah. Ah, that’s right. Unsure what to do with an unoccupied hand, she smooths down the skirts of her havah, watching her sister commandeer the room. After a moment, she steps into action, clearing the scraps of papers and maps from the corner of her desk and motioning that Jasnah might set down her burden.

“Thank you, Jasnah. It will be a blessing to have a reference in my studies.” Somehow, she doubts that her mentor is going to let her lug an entire book into the surgery, but a little light reading before bed should help compound whatever he teaches her during the day. Speaking of which…

“I really can’t thank you enough. It really is going to be helpful to review the standard after my work is done.” Smoothing an errant braid back, setting the rubies that hung like bloodstains from the dark locks chattering to one another, she continued. “I’ve decided to apprentice with Kaladin for a little bit, while he’s away from the front. Theory and experience as one. I’m sure I’ll be the premiere Edgedancer by the change of seasons.”

Unsure of what she’s holding her breath for, Hel widens her smile, tries to encourage Jasnah to be encouraging. If anyone will be, it ought to be her. Still, it’s her first time admitting her plans to a member of her family, and even now worries that propriety will try to strangle her ambitions as they so often have.

[thyhorrorremains]

Jasnah sets down her load with a soft sigh, and then a small, sharp intake, breathing in a bit of Stormlight. Just enough to attend to the ache in the lower portion of her spine. She straightens as she listens to what her sister has to say, giving a sharp nod at the end.

“Stormblessed has a talent for caring for others-- though one would suppose that from his status as the premiere Windrunner. He’s a good choice.” 

Jasnah closed her eyes a moment, taking a slow breath to release the tension she always held. Such was her lot, to hold all that tension in her everything-- she was not just a scholar and Princess anymore, she was now a Queen. And that came with a whole host of new stressors. 

Her eyes opened, and she smiled at Hel, expression softening. While Jasnah would never be one to be as caring and compassionate as their mother, she had her moments of softness. “You’re doing wonderfully as a Radiant, Hel. I want you to know that. Your progress is amazing and you’re really coming into your own. I’m proud of you, little sister.”

[mvndus]

“Fool me once, I’m gonna kill you.”

— Ray Narvaez Jr. (via pussyliiquor)

[thyhorrorremains]

cant believe kadi’s been holding me at gunpoint all this time to ship jon n leah rip

[thyhorrorremains]

the creature is liable to just put things in his mouth that are not supposed to be put in his mouth

so if anyone sees him eating rocks or dirt, like thats just him doin him, leave him be

[thyhorrorremains]

the more i read about mary sh.lley and frankenst*in the more feral in adoration i become

[thyhorrorremains]

It is incredibly easy to get the Creature to blush. A flush of blood to his cheeks is easily seen on his pale, cream colored skin, and is visible down his neck and across his shoulders and chest as well. Giving him a simple compliment could be enough, and he’s prone to hiding his face when such a thing occurs.

[thyhorrorremains]

i fuckin mispelt literature on that promo and i cant fuckin BELIEVE

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[thyhorrorremains]

withinycu​:

Danny listened, leaning forward slightly on the handle of his mop. “Well I mean yeah. But I dunno, it’s warm I guess?” He said fumbling a little on his words. He hadn’t even made it of high school and this guy seemed to know what he was talking about. “I mean it’s not like Romeo and Juliet are the bad guys. Their parents are and their crushin’ on each other wouldn’t be like a big deal if they just chilled out.” 

He stood up straight and scratched the back of his neck. “And like when they die, their parents bury the hatchet. They did it because their kids were reaching out to each out to each other. I dunno, that feels sorta warm fuzzy to me or whatever. Even if you’re young and stupid and make dumb decisions if you reach out to someone, really reach out to them that’s never the wrong choice.”

He shuffled clearly embarrassed before going back to mopping. “I have a hard time reading plays though so I’m probably wrong. I’ve only ever really seen the movies.”

The Creature turned to look at the other, and took a step back, to make sure he was deep enough in the shadows. This person hadn’t run off screaming, though, so that was good at least. 

“They were infatuated and decided within a week, to marry secretly and the priest that was supposed to guide them performed the ceremony. They had people who knew, and yet they did not help them better navigate it and it ended with their deaths. It’s as tragic as tragic can be. Two young lives on top of the countless others lost to this cycle and it is only after that their parents then decided that, yes, now is the time to set down their swords. It’s nothing to aspire to in one’s own life, it’s a cautionary tale.”

He sighed. “A movie could be a good way to see it, it is meant to be performed, after all. Do not fault yourself for having difficulty reading something that was meant to be seen on stage instead.”