Mer au Clair de Lune - Kacziány Ödön
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▅ ❝ burdened philosopher.
a night-ridden forest was no place to wander . something nightmarish lingers in the vestiges of sunlight , in the long shadows still strung by lampposts and the artificial light they shed . by the sea did the long roads take her , where agni dare not venture in the daylight for fear of what could find her , of the forces who wanted her head or blood ; she couldn’t amount to which . with a wavering step does she balk at something chilling the length of her very spine , surging up and shuddering vertebrae that cause prickles of flesh to blossom on her skin … when it wasn’t even frigid . the air was mild , temperate , soothed by an ionized , oceanic breeze . yet , something malefic lingered in her shadow , seeming to deepen it .
visions of nightmarish happenings traipsed her mind , too real to be figments of an overworked imagination . it is as though a thousand eyes bore through her , cauterizing a fragile mind – one she’d never admit to being so – with an enmity that erratically races it . what was there ? what was so darkly in the shadows she felt queasy enough to wretch , of white-hot fear that trickled to paralysis through her veins ?
‘ w-who the hell are you ? ‘ she stutters ; she’s trying to sound brave , defiant even . stiffening , clenching hands ball into fearful fists , hair on her nape prickling whilst her bones want to rattle noisily together . ‘ suddenly know a-a lot about me , huh , wise-g-guy ? ‘ agni tries to sound brave , with steel but it shattered like ice . she has power , she can defend herself but – she’s asphyxiated on her own fear .
HOW AMUSING A CREATURE. such bravery, such valor. a mortal, attempting to have the front stronger built than that of a kingdom, with walls of stone and metal --------------- all come to only crumble; CRUMBLE. each shatter, of every enforcement, coming to fall upon her voice that was to sound a stance of defending walls. and forth, he couldn’t resist, A CHUCKLE. such enjoyment he holds upon ruin. upon mortals, that hold FEAR.
for outside of the fortress walls, awaits the ghastly thing of evil, quenching to invade, and bring it’s ravage.
forth, this presence swayed, slowly in movement. carrying this eerie, chilling fill with his wake, to grace it upon her further. weighing it down, evermore. for there, he’d make her see him. THE DIABOLICAL, HAUNTING THING OF EVIL, MAKING ITSELF FURTHER KNOWN. ❝ i know lots of things, my dear... LOTS of things. ❞
damned creature who has no shame. like a serpent that’d whisper to eat the forbidden fruit, here he’d prod at what resigns in this capable girl, to lure. ❝ and might i say -------------- how UNFAIR this life has been to you. even in the harshest of times, none have truly come to your aid, and lighten such callous load this world has given you. not even your gods, hm? ❞
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I AM THAT I AM --------------- I AM THAT I AM. grim creature. corrupted, in that of which weighs down into a realm of madness, and chaos; waiting to rain down among those that will be consumed with it’s most chilling of sins, that naturally lie among creation; TO BE FORCED OUT INTO HELL. o do try to imagine, gods of babylon. these creatures you look down upon --------------- these mortals; spiraling down, helplessly, without control, into depths that not even you dare to bare even a glance upon. where down like showering blood, shall come unholy manifestation that purge the innocent with dark intentions, and show creation the day of judgement.
so come, she who is that of which she rules. she, who is like the waters among this world; with a strength and will that bests that of clashing tides. she, who bares a cry, louder than the trembling roars of cyclones. come to he. he, the entity of discord. horror conduction. omen of demise. the ever fallen. the black devil. for he gives no choice. here, he visits you. shrouded in shadow. watching.
❝ good evening, my dear. ❞
@tiiamate ❤‘ed
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I’M DODGER && THIS IS JACKASS! ah, but in all seriousness, hello! so for the longest time, i have been wanting to join the ffxv fandom! && FINALLY, i got around to it, by making my oc here; ramulus. my garbage child. in short of whom he is, he’s the darkness the lucian king firstly bestowed the ring came to face, that we only got to know… VERY briefly about from Cosmogony chapter “The Crystal”. so! i was hoping that if you are interested in following, and so that i may build my collection of amazing people in this fandom, please like/reblog this post if you’d like!
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Learning to Fly (2015 / Acrylics on canvas) - Miroslav Pecho
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I’VE SEEN YOUR FACE BEFORE. o to thee, LUCIAN KING. lost, in the strands of history, to never be remembered, like that of a nameless mortal... buried, not even by the grains of soil, but unspoken words. humanity knows he nevermore. but engulfing unto he, with that remembrance of his existence, wast once thine enemy. LIKE THE DEVIL AND THE MESSIAH.
and ah, what more he can recall, especially upon such messiah’s great fall. for while he resigned in darkness, so long ago, casted and left, by that of which should of loved him. when no one else could, as those once worshiped turned their backs and ignored, through the dark vale -------------- HE COULD HEAR HIS CRIES. echoing. through the shroud, of which this foul creature takes to. a sound, so taken by him, with a smirk of amusement; enjoyment, grazed his features.
HE REMEMBERS YOU.
and now behold; like the very essence of WRATH, that bests that of the gods, THE ACCUSED REIGNS WITH UTTER SPITE. hailing; utterly capable to ravage man, and destroy the very essence of babylon upon will! HAIL TO THE FALLEN MESSIAH! ------------- and he, a presence of sin, wicked and vial, spares a chuckle upon his wake to be heard, out of felt rejoice. heavy, and pleasant, it rings. oh, what intentions he holds.
❝ the accused. ❞ out came the voice, an echo, breaching all around with it’s deep tone. and from the corner of an eye, there in the shadow, was a form. shifting of shape. watching. yet to of emerged, from that of which it resigns. ❝ my my my... such an honor, to have your presence. ❞ another chuckle sounds. ah, how he can’t resist but to play.
@rotnichor ❤‘ed
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Le Duel (1853) - Antoine Valentin Jumel de Noireterre
[Musée Goya à Castres]
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THINE DAY IS DONE, AND NIGHT HAD COME ---------------. to the night, a coldness so bitter, as in darkness it weighs, without the warmth illuminating from that of which is the sun. and to the god’s say, it shall rise again. to bring warmth, and light upon man. BUT SAYS CAN BE BROKEN. gods, utter false words of hope. for a shroud, will blanket the earth in shadow.
ah, this SHROUD. corrupted, and dark. how he bests the coldness, and unknown of the night far beyond comprehension. GRIM, AND DIABOLICAL IS SUCH A THING. and it walks. walks, among mortal men, in form of them. but, even then, how those about him felt... TENSION. as though being watched. as though, a presence was following them, with ill omen. ready to rise the most inhuman of events. a MADNESS, that would drive them to being demented in terror.
HAIL TO SHE; WARRIOR OF BRAVE. for, as such a darkness lingers near, how she wonders like the sun, with ever fires, striking and true. how he’d find a delight, to tamper with such flames. or maybe; HAVE THEM DANCE TO HIS WILL.
@sydas ❤‘ed
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alright! i wanna go ahead, and get the ball rolling with ramulus, && start interacting with u extraordinary people! so if you want; like for a starter!
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@ lucian kings: >BP
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I’M DODGER && THIS IS JACKASS! ah, but in all seriousness, hello! so for the longest time, i have been wanting to join the ffxv fandom! && FINALLY, i got around to it, by making my oc here; ramulus. my garbage child. in short of whom he is, he’s the darkness the lucian king firstly bestowed the ring came to face, that we only got to know… VERY briefly about from Cosmogony chapter “The Crystal”. so! i was hoping that if you are interested in following, and so that i may build my collection of amazing people in this fandom, please like/reblog this post if you’d like!
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Before the Storm: Arrival of Death (1891) - Julius Mařák
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Vanitas Still Life (Early 17th Century) - Pieter Steenwyck
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HOW RIGHTEOUS IS MORTAL WILL. relentless creatures. clinging. fast, onto their existence upon a natural instinct to SURVIVE. yet all the same; how time and time again, he has seen it before. -------------- THEY ARE WEAK. their temptations, taking them with easy. their body, easily able to be torn. their mind, corruptible. and their soul, so easy to break. ALL IT NEEDS, IS ONE DARK TOUCH OF WHICH IS CORRUPTED.
but ah.... he resists such a bit of delectable amusement, there by his own will. for here, he rests a crimson gaze upon a mortal, yes. however, he sees POTENTIAL. not of which she could waver, in her own willingness of way. BUT HIS. this foul thing. creature of which is evil.
he, is haunting. lingering. like that, of an eerie presence, hanging over a mortal’s shoulder; burrowing down their gaze. he’s here... HE’S HERE. ❝ my dear... i see you have a few burden on your shoulders. ❞ the voice, came from behind her. deep... dark.
@sacrivice ❤‘ed
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