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#comic #webcomic
He'll get up. Just give him 10,000 years.
The Eternal Tortoise Vol. 2 Issue 1 #comic #webcomic
The Old Wise Tortoise explains the ancient chronicles of the universe and the tortoise race to our young protagonist. Better pull up a chair, this is gonna take awhile.
edit 2/23/2013: The following is outdated. Pay no mind.
And to celebrate the start of T.E.T Volume 2, I redid our old website and turned it into:
eternaltortoise.com (!)
Now you can read your favorite immortal comics at our new site : O We're going to be adding some cool stuff there in the future, so keep an eye on that baby. Right now there's a developing archive of our old SmallComics, and an Art section with a painting of a psychedelic doggy. Hope all your tumblie pals enjoy! =]
Two Tiny Tortoises: An Undying Conversation (Number 1) #comic #webcomic
Here is a new tiny webcomic We're making for y'all. This is for when we don't have time to write a full Eternal Tortoise strip that day. This has nothing to do with the Eternal Tortoise storyline, by the way.
Message us what you want one of the tortoises to say next time, and the other shall respond in turn. : O
-Peter
TWO TINY TORTOISES: AN UNDYING CONVERSATION #8
Just between you and me, I think the lovely Tortoise on the right is a little uncomfortable around our Tortoise pal on the left.
The Eternal Tortoise returns tomorrow.
idk if I’ve posted about this before but by far the strangest things that’s happened to me in retail was the time someone’s total came out to my birth-year and I said “hey! that’s the year I was born!” and then the next customer’s total came out to like $12.57 and just bc I’m a weirdo I said “hey! that’s the year I was born!” and without missing a fucking beat this like, 70+ year old man said
“Ah! Another like me! We’re few and far between these days, aren’t we?”
And I was like oh man this guy’s sense of humor really aligns with mine! And I laughed and made some other joke about being immortal and thought that was the end of it,
but this man.
He stood by the register for five more minutes. Maybe more. Which let me tell you is an EXCRUTIATING amount of time for something like this to happen.
And he just kept upping the ante!! He starting talking about some REALLY specific details regarding day-to-day life in the 1300s to the point I started getting worried that I’d misled a genuinely immortal being to believe I am also immortal.
He eventually politely left when I got too busy with other customers to awkwardly respond.
Who the fuck was that guy.
“I’m still killing her.”
Immortal
They said you were immortal But oh, how they were wrong You stood before that sword And then you were gone I thought you couldn’t die So never did I fret Until you sacrificed everything For a life you would never regret Now they cannot Walk down those same streets Without a tug in their heart And her guilt Will forever remain You sacrificed your life For a girl who dearly cares But how she will never know That you loved her More than you cared to show How I wish I had realized That no one Is truly immortal There is always a catch A maybe An almost A sword And then a forever Because you Cannot be immortal Until you are dead
—authorinred
a support group for vampires who were turned as children or adolescents. a bunch of small, melancholy kid-shaped vampires sitting around in somebody’s living room talking very seriously in tiny voices about current events in the vampire world. a lot of them dress like grandmas because they are as old as a grandma, maybe even ten grandmas. they have a network system where they can call adult-looking vampires to help them get things, drive places, pretend to be parents so child-looking vampires can get into adult movies
List of Immortal AUs
obligatory ‘i’m a vampire who just woke up from a 1000 year nap to find my long lost loved one reincarnated as you’ AU
‘i’m a ghost haunting the antique you just bought, hope you’ve got room for one more in your house’ AU
‘i’m a vampire and i refuse to turn my dearest love because i don’t want to condemn them to a cursed life like this’ AU
‘we’re dating and you’re writing a book on vampires and no that’s not right, no vampires don’t do that, stop writing inaccurate things’ AU
‘i’m an immortal from the 1600s and you’ve been around since B.C. does this count as age difference?’ AU
‘we’re a feisty immortal couple who enjoy killing each other for fun because we know we’ll just come back alive again in 2 minutes’ AU
‘i’ve been looking for love for a thousand years and at long last, i’ve found you except you’ve fallen for someone else’ AU
‘I didn’t know you were immortal until you carried me out of a horrible car crash and you were completely unscathed’ AU
I would honestly prefer reading about the stupid paranormal romance where the weird non-human boyfriend can’t work out the DVD player over Brooding Manipulative and Controlling asshole trope
For thousands of years, you have been cursed to grant the wishes of mortals. The problem is that you don’t really have magic, besides the one keeping you alive and bound, which means you have to jump through hoops and come up with creative but shockingly mundane ways in order to fulfill them. One day, a girl trudges through a dystopian wasteland to find you and for her first wish, asks for the downfall of a tyrannical king.
So in lore, vampires have this trait that I’ve almost never seen used, and that’s the fact that vampires are OBSESSED with counting things. Like, the Count on Sesame Street was almost certainly created specifically as a vampire because of this piece of lore.
Like, I read this vampire book years and years ago that explained that a surefire way to protect yourself from vampires getting into your house was to spread a ton of seeds on your doorstep–poppy and mustard seeds were particularly recommended for the purpose. Basically, if you suspected someone to be a vampire, all you had to do was drop a sackful of seeds on the ground in front of them.
If they didn’t immediately start counting them, they were not a vampire. However, if they WERE a vampire, they’d be seized with the urge to count all the seeds and they would not budge from that spot until they knew how many seeds there were in total. The point was to keep them there until the sun came up and killed them, because if they hadn’t counted all the seeds by sunrise they wouldn’t be able to leave. Presumably you could just go about the rest of your evening as normal, though no word on whether it’s possible to make them lose count and start over.
Having remembered this piece of lore, I want fewer stories about brooding tortured Edward Cullen-esque vampires. I want to start seeing more stories about math nerd vampires.
Vampire accountants who are an honest company’s best asset and a corrupt company’s bane because they are frighteningly accurate with the accounts and will not hesitate to blow the whistle on a CEO scamming money because fuck you for making the numbers wrong.
Vampire cashiers that don’t need to look at the register screen because they already mentally calculated your total. 10-items-or-less vampires who know goddamn well you have 20 items in that basket and NO, you cannot just slip in with the rest.
Vampire math tutors who are constantly in high demand and have to hold lotteries to see who gets to be tutored by them.
MATH NERD VAMPIRES
You’ve been faking your death for centuries to hide your immortality. Now, modern medicine is making things difficult.
“So you see,” said the Royal Advisor, wringing his hands, “the curse states the princess will die on the night before her twenty-fifth birthday–”
“Hang on,” said the princess, “‘ON the night before’–”
The Advisor nodded grimly.
“So what you’re saying is that, until that one specific date, I am effectively immortal?”
“Technically yes, but then–” the King stammered.
“Wow,” said the princess, who was sixteen and did not possess amazing impulse control. “I’m gonna go teach myself how to juggle chainsaws while hang gliding over shark-infested waters, catch you chuckleheads later.”
Concept: an immortal who doesn’t shy away from photos or paintings. Draws self portraits on cave walls. Photobombs everything with a pout and a suave pose. Commissions numerous portraits of themself as a literary Romantic before faking their death. Tries to be at least slightly famous every time they have a new identity. Creates a conspiracy blog linking all their past photos together before mysteriously disappearing in mysterious circumstances. Mysteriously. Usually only disappears for 10 to 20 years after “"dying”“ before making another appearance. Everyone else in the immortal community lowkey hates them. “Ah, fuck. You’ll never guess who’s resurfaced again.” “Fucking… Dave?” “Fucking Dave.”
Reincarnation is a known, common, and expected result of death. You are a bounty hunter that specializes in tracking down people who have committed suicide to escape debts or a jail sentence.
Death keeps the hourglasses determining people’s natural life spans on a shelf, due to an accident he knocked your’s off the shelf causing it to roll where death can’t reach it. Effectively making you immortal.
I don't know what the fuck this is but I love it.
So this creature still doesn’t have a name but he did tell me something, he’s not part of Project Wildfire…at least not directly. Mercedes has him and it’s his blood/tissue/otherwise she has been testing on and trying to use to rival the Cipher Project.
I still don’t know exactly what he is, either a pure demon from Eternus or one of the earliest Hunters. Either way, he’s pretty crazy, and has been in Mercedes’ possession since the mid-80s when she somehow managed to capture him. Because she cannot duplicate Justice’s research and only has pieces of it to work off of, she’s been exploiting her “pet Monster.”
Obviously he’s immortal and has superhuman healing, but he’s also highly volatile and has killed some of those sent to restrain him. Some of those found dead at the last raided site were victims of his.
Also,
i think this is a new look for Mercedes
A being watched from among the leaves and branches at the... Interesting creature before him. He had never seen a creature quite like it. Well, he had, but it seemed like this one was... Different.
Then again, Death knew many creatures. Some of which could be classified as different in each of their circumstances.
He watched as Senketsu talked to the bird perched on one of his claws. It reminded Death of many of his own troubles, and many of which his fellow Immortals shared. But when he heard Senketsu say someing about eating worms, his footing slipped, and he almost came crashing to the ground. He caught himself before this, but not before making quite a bit of noise in trying to regain his balance. Something along the lines of an alarmed cry and a small noise of a crack as he grabbed a branch above him to keep himself from falling further.
"Still not used to that..."
Lounging in the shade of a large tree, a melancholy Senketsu admired a brave bird that perched upon one of his claw-like fingers.
"Even in this form, I’m not as free as you, little one. I mean…I could fly if I wanted to…but where would I go? Who would I see?"
With a cheerful chirp, the bird flew off, leaving Senketsu to ponder.
"Maybe I should take up eating worms…"