Tag: Anonymous

It comes not by neither man nor maiden on their knees, nor any beast to suffer a god’s ‘unfortunate’ wrath. It comes on a storm, unnatural for the season, springing out of nowhere. On ball lightning that shakes foundations but does not -cannot- touch another’s holy grounds. The letter is singed at the edges from haphazard treatment when it finally brushes the altar, but the coffee in its cup -flavors Near Eastern in origin- is pristine. The letters gleam, “Oh Grievous Wound. Laugh for me.”

The sky rattled from the gale, but it did not disturb the unnatural calm that resided within the god’s grounds, that marked his territory and his influence. For all its blight and bluster, the winds did not dare pass that boundary. And yet it came so close, like a child dancing in circles about what they knew they were not to touch. How audacious.

The shadow cast by the cup of coffee, resting innocently on his shrine, began to ripple uncomfortably beneath it. Oily black coils rose up, wrapping around the glass as a serpentine apparition appeared and began to strangle it. Tighter and tighter it grew, until the porcelain gave way and shattered. Its contents splattered over the already singed letter, sending waves of steam curling lazily into the cool air.

The manifested serpent reared its head, flashing wide it’s maw and revealing teeth formed of gold. A prayer answered, if only in vaguest interpretation. Laughter rang in the heavens, callous and mocking in its disapproval. Certainly not a threat, but perhaps a genteel warning not to trespass so again, or else invite his genuine discord. 

If my Muse was a Deity, what Offerings Would you Leave at Their Shrine?[CLOSED]

Can we get a Twitter link?

Twitter link is here! 

Like I said a bit ago, I am of course staying here. But, I figured it would be prudent to make a Twitter to keep in touch with anyone who does decide to take their leave of tumblr. Feel free to follow or poke me over there!

And please help me I’m an old man and I don’t know how technology or twitter works.

I know this may seem like a weird question, but who are some of your favorite blogs/people here on tumblr?

Some of my favorites?

@manawalls : Not only are her edits and characters gorgeous, but she has such wonderful writing as well! 

@finalvalor : Probably some of the best edits and gifs I’ve ever seen, honestly. I’m in awe every time. Not to mention gorgeous art, too! 

@ephemeralrequital : Writing and art! And just a ton of devotion and dedication put so clearly into both, it’s inspirational honestly.

@house-vexile : Incredible writing, and such stunning characters! The thought behind each and every ask answered makes them a delight to read.

@amurr-reha : A good bean with excellent screenies, beautiful aesthetics, and wonderful art to top it all off!  

@verdandir : One of the most creative bloggers I’ve met! The time and energy devoted to each character is so impressive.

For the sake of brevity, I’ll end the list here – but I stress that this is really just a small handful of some of the people I really adore, and who post content I personally always look forward to seeing.

Our community has an abundance incredible content creators – whether they be creating art, writing, edits, or anything else – so I definitely encourage you to poke around and search for people who make content you enjoy!

And when you find them, please do tell them that you like it! Encouragement is what keeps our community going, and what keeps content creators creating.

Seeing your posts on my dash make my days. You always have something uplifting to say and it gives me a little light in the shadows of my life. I hope that my occasional tagging you in teacup and ocean things isn’t too creepy. I want to someday get to know you better.

You have no idea how delighted I am to hear this, friend. I’m only sorry to hear that life is so heavy for you right now. I sincerely hope that changes, and that things brighten up and get better. But, if in the meantime, this blog can bring you even a little bit of joy in the midst of that – I will be very happy. 

And I absolutely adore getting tagged in aesthetics, it makes my day! It’s such a wonderful surprise, and I’m always so touched and ecstatic whenever I see a notification like that pop up. Thank you so much for thinking of me!

You’ve been a good friend, especially when I needed it just recently. And I can’t thank you enough for that. You have a solid character with depth, personality and a wicked fun aspect to him that I deeply enjoy and hope to get to interact with and I respect your resolve in keeping true to him and yourself. REGARDLESS of what others say. You have been a kind and thoughtful person and I appreciate it deeply. Thank you for reaching out and being there. And for the amazing art. ♥

Confess something you’ve thought about me on anon. [CLOSED]

A figure wearing a plain white dress, elegant in its simplicity, pristinely groomed with cornsilk hair braided, and maroon roses adorning her tail entered the blood-marked ground. A gilded tray was carried, upon which sat a small white teapot, gold trim at the edges and delicate teal flowers dancing up the sides, a matching cup, a sealed tin of keemun tea leaves, a pitcher of filtered and cleansed water, a pot, and tiny burner. (Part 1)

At the alter, the waifish figure knelt, head dipping low before she began to prepare the tea. Quiet, dulcet song wove through the still night as water was heated. Words of devotion, of worship, for the frightening deity. When the water reached 93°c she added leaves to the pot, and poured the water in without water in song, one written for this very offering. Bring back the one she lost, else take her in their stead. (Part 2)

After two more minutes she fell silent and bowed her head once more. The tea was poured, and left next to the teapot on the alter. Pitcher, tin, and burner were collected on the tray and the tiny Miqo’te rose to leave with barely a whisper of footstep. (Part 3)  

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The quiet grace with which this visitor came before him swiftly brought the god’s attention down on her. Her white dress clung to her when she knelt, as if weighted down by her grief. She came to him in mourning, garbed as an offering. And yet, she still took the time to prepare an additional gift. And so, the god watched. And, with uncharacteristic patience, he waited.

His attention was pulled away from the delicate aroma of the tea she brewed by her hymn. A melody? A prayer. A plea to him. Oh, how sweet that she would come before him in an attempt to free another. How human her despair, and also her hope. Hope that dwindled and flickered like a guttering flame the longer she remained there with her head bowed.

Finally, as she rose, collected her tray, and made to take her leave… there was a reply. Something cold and disquieting swept over her, drenching her in tension. The skin on the back of her neck prickled, and it was as if a thousand eyes were on her, watching… mocking. Her feet grew heavy, as if her body had suddenly decided for itself that it was now reluctant to leave the grounds. She was halted only mere steps from the boundary.

But something, something, wanted her to turn around. Turn back, just for a moment, just to look. And predictably, she obliged.

The sound of a tray clattering to the ground was muffled only by a thin carpet of dry leaves.

If my Muse was a Deity, what Offerings Would you Leave at Their Shrine? [CLOSED]