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#cw: pomegranates ;)
ninamodaffari · 8 months
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So happy to finally show off my final piece for the Tome of Pacts zine I feature in.
This is Hagne, the Herald of Rot, and faithful servant to her Patron, Cicardia. Her look was inspired by several things -- death masks, pomegranates, worn bronze, flies and centipedes. The butterflies she carries feed on death and decay. Hagne herself felt the cold embrace of the grave, but was blessed to find herself given another chance. She will not fail.
I am so honored to have been a part of this project, and this is one of my favorite pieces to date. I hope you guys enjoy it as well. :)
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yun-lii · 4 months
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TW: human organs and blood
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a little obsessed with that story about the pomegranates
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mjolklizard · 9 months
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Embalmed in all the fluids
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scopostims · 1 year
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elliott (stardew valley) stimboard :•]
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halcyyan · 7 months
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oc_tober 07: personality
lose the battle, win the war
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peiro-usagi-art · 4 months
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uh hey EP Y/N...what ya got there?
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n-clair · 7 days
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some of you have never eaten a pomegranate and it shows.
you cut into the pomegranate and tear it in halves. even the most delicate way of taking it apart requires brute force or a knife. you peel and pick at the seeds with your nails. you pick the meat off its bones with your bare hands. you leave the pomegranate as a shell of skin and bones, for you are a scavenger who picked apart all its meat. you leave the pomegranate's remains for the earth and worms.
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renfieldsheart · 3 months
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Mood-board made by me ♡ free to use
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No matter who you are, you are cared for by the pomegranates. We are here for you.
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setacin · 1 year
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happy etho tuesday! have some more of my pomegranate au brainrot <3
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starrierknight · 5 months
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red fruit and cannibalism. if u know u know
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derpaworld1000 · 7 months
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♦️ [ Day 8: Crystals ] 🩸
I haven’t drawn Pomegranate in a while… It’s refreshing.
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mmehrunesraz0r · 4 months
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hozier if he was an evil rich guy with rotting teeth
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oakfern · 2 years
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Fruit bowls by Munisa Ceramica.
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--prompt from @demawrites
"At least you’ll sanctify me when I’m dead." --Florence and the Machine
I hold your fate in a pomegranate; its juice so red I confused it with my own blood. I cut myself so many times i only see black and white; color only reminds me of a life I long neglected, but still desire.
You don't value beauty in the instant of birth; only in death, would you know the world at its brightest.
With each seed, I bring nourishment, but also a tingling enthusiasm-- you would know better not to eat too much, lest you drink up your own bile and spit out your blood.
I give life with a pair of slender hands, and you receive them with your maligned palms.
Spring will come once again--yes.
But we will wander away from the grave, to know what life truly meant. For in life, I was misaligned, but in death, glorified. --Elda Mengisto
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kiigan · 2 months
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@hatredcurse
ㅤOne final push, and the two of them tumble past the open window and fall inside Kakashi's room very ungracefully. Which goes entirely unacknowledged, because one is dead and the other close enough; inside, if nothing else. Still with his cheek on the floor and tangled up with the limbs of the corpse that, merely an hour ago, was his best friend, Itachi squeezes his eyes shut and takes a moment to force his breath to return to more manageable levels. Enough to not have him passing out nor throwing up his stomach in sheer nausea.
Shisui is dead.
ㅤThe words echo in his mind like a frantic mantra, yet do not make sense. Go unregistered. As though, if he refuses to address them, they'll never become reality. Shakily, he presses his palms to that same floor and somehow brings himself to kneel, first, and then stand. Immediately longing to just curl up again, curl up in a corner and never again have to acknowledge anything nor anybody, but that won't do. The least he can do, now, is to honor his best friend's sacrifice and ensure it won't be for naught.
ㅤJust as shakily, then, Itachi slowly makes the way out of the bedroom [the corpse Shisui stays behind for now] and towards whatever division he can sense Kakashi's very familiar chakra presence emanating from; paying entirely no attention to where he's headed, probably bumping against the wall and door frames as he goes, possibly knocking over whatever small furniture and decoration. In perfectly detached autopilot. 
ㅤ«Captain,» the title leaves past his lips when finding said Kakashi, in a tone that's barely above a whisper. Almost immediately, Itachi gasps and winces as a pang of sharp pain stabs him through the eyes to the back of his head; whatever new ocular power he just awoke clearly taking the toll on his body. With literal tears of blood running down pale cheeks, he clutches one of his throbbing eyes with a hand and uses the free one to clumsily brace himself on the nearest wall.
«Sorry, I... I need help... Didn't know where else to go...»
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