Latest Posts by lil-mage-99 - Page 3
Today's bird is: Willow Ptarmigan
ASSAD ZAMAN as Armand Interview with the Vampire • "Do You Know What It Means to Be Loved by Death"
addicted to relationships where one person is a ghost but it's unclear who's haunting who
Louis de Pointe du Lac & Lestat de Lioncourt (The Vampire Chronicles, 1976-2018)
Oh yeah baby, animations.
The idea of Harry being like “Kim look at this” and never showing it to him is so funny to me idk why
twenty years across the sea
flowers growing from the dead, cold things becoming warm 🌸
bookmark design for my claudia's diary replicas <3
Look at my family dawg i’m going to mental institute
Born of fire, never been
Black clouds of smoke hung heavy in the sky and smothered the last light of day. The earth still glowed from the fury of battle, ash danced through the air like shadows of the past.
She stood alone. No crown, no cloak - only the scars of war on her skin.
She had won. All enemies had fallen, every threat had been extinguished.
But the cost was unspeakable. Even her own people had been swept away by the violence that had been unleashed - lost in a storm that she herself had ignited.
The island was hers - but what was once alive now lay in ashes. No rejoicing, no shouting, no life. Just scorched earth and a painful silence.
And in this silence she stood - victor of a war she had paid too dearly for.
She felt the wind on her skin, tasted the dust in the air, felt the weight of her guilt - alive, deep, human.
But above her, strange apparitions flickered in the sky - pixelated, erratic, artificial. She did not see them.
She didn't realise that she was just a game character, created in a virtual world. A simulation of life, characterised by pain and triumph.
For her, everything was real. And maybe… it was. ---------------------- Done in Illustrator and Photoshop
I am the Vampire Lestat. I'm immortal. More or less. The light of the sun, the sustained heat of an intense fire, these things might destroy me. But then again, they might not.
There were gasps from the crowd. It was Death standing before the audience, the scythe poised, Death at the edge of a dark wood.
-- Interview with the Vampire
More Oathbringer stuff
I haven't had a Tumblr in literally years and years.
I was a heavy Tumblr user from 2014 - 2017
And then became an adult and just forgot it existed
Tbh it feels so good to be back
I deleted all my other social media and it is so nice to be in a place where nobody knows me yet
'minuet,' frank eugene, 1900.
This is my sincere request to anyone and everyone in the IWTV TV show fandom
Please Read The Books
Virginia Woolf, in a diary entry dated 1 July 1918, from The Diary of Virginia Woolf, Vol.I: 1915-1919
"Nephilim" by Emile Corsi, 1889 🪽
You’re still the only one
Who makes my heart burn like the sun
And the remedy of your touch
Would leave the deepest cut
One thing about old men, they do be napping.