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taggedmemes · 10 months
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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ SAINTS BLOOD by SEBASTIEN DE CASTELL / ch18 - ch27 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.
'a fellow tried to use that line on me yesterday.'
'this is why i prefer to spend my time dealing with people who want to kill me.'
'is that all you think i'm good for? information?'
'is there no one in this country with anything better to do than concern themselves with my love life?'
'i can tell when you're remembering her.'
'she's not a ghost. she isn't haunting you. this isn't some curse you're under.'
'there's a rage inside you.'
'be calm? what the fuck is there to be calm about?'
'even i can feel something's very wrong here.'
'i was woken in the middle of the night by a rather strident visitor.'
'she has the right to whatever comfort is available to her now.'
'perhaps she saw me at the tavern last night and is now so lovestruck that she's left her husband and family behind, just to come and declare her love for me.'
'your story has a hole in it bigger than the one i'm going to put in you if i don't get a truthful answer.'
'don't tell me how to fight.'
'you know, i really am more comfortable when we're outnumbered.'
'if he were here, he'd probably tell you that you don't have long to live.'
'we fear neither pain nor death.'
'we don't know how many might be waiting for us.'
'war is an even greedier god than death.'
'do those gods of yours /really/ love you?'
'that was unnecessarily cruel.'
'that isn't cruelty. come with me. i'll show you what cruelty looks like.'
'he never mentioned anything about his family.'
'there was some sort of ritual to all of this.'
'you aren't fine. you're shaking...'
'he hides it, he holds it in.'
'i don't know if you're genuinely stupid, or just tired of life.'
'you don't get to talk to me like that any more.'
'it's possible that you've been beaten, poisoned and tortured one too many times to ever hope to stay sane.'
'well, you're not dead, so that's something.'
'you're drifting off again.'
'i don't know who you are, but i know why you've come.'
'i'm going to choose to ignore that command.'
'don't stare at me like that. i know i look stupid with blood on my face.'
'well you smell like the backside of a horse.'
'you're getting maudlin in your old age.'
'go with them. kill anyone who tries to touch them. /anyone/.'
'it's what i do best. now you need to do what you do best.'
'we need him alive so we can interrogate him.'
'he'd get annoyed and threaten to have my tongue cut out for him to wear as a necklace.'
'that's a nice story, but you're lying.'
'true, but i'm in a lot of pain, so it's possible that i forgot.'
'i'm sorry if my aim was off, but kindly go fuck yourself.'
'there are seven hells for those who would kill children and i will make sure that you find yourself in the worst of them.'
'do they /like/ it when people try to have them killed?'
'you need to get yourself under control before i let you go into that room.'
'look at your hands: they're still shaking. and don't pretend it's just nerves.'
'you're scared and you're frustrated and you're so full of rage you can't even feel it any more.'
'you always look like you want to kill someone to me so it's hard to see the difference.'
'it turns out we're both terrible actors, so we have that in common.'
'stop taking the blame for /everything/.'
'i'm not some little girl in pigtails.'
'what's happened to the world when you can't even count on rapacious murderers any more?'
'you're fast and you're clever -- but you'd make a lousy politician.'
'you're not going to die.'
'she's alive. trust in that and stop imagining her death.'
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banchiedoingart · 1 month
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AND NOW I KNOW HOW JOAN OF ARC FELT, NOW I KNOW HOW JOAN OF ARC FELT
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archivebottles · 2 months
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Forsaken
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hellspawnmotel · 6 months
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gorequeens
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shriika · 3 months
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valentines day nonsense
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janellefeng · 15 days
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Some behind the scenes work for my thesis film.
In the beginning, I was frustrated with the storyboard, so I drew a comic instead to plan out the film.
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tapeworrmart · 5 months
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"Being lonely does things to you"
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saintavangeline · 7 months
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My interpretation of “In The Desert” by Stephen Crane
Please credit me if you repost elsewhere. @saintavangeline (all socials)
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muscariii · 1 month
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Heeey guys °_°
I finished this thing. Finally. I had fun but it was also really exhausting. I'll probably do more though -w- Sorry for the blood again.
I'm not that experienced in making comics so sorry if it looks a bit awkward.
So yeah! Anyway! Here's this comic thing with Rasha. This is basically how I think the story would go with her. I'll be adding a lot of stuff for my own pleasure so sorry if some stuff later will end up different from the canon story!
I like to imagine that Nerevar's spirit shows up when Rasha arrives to Morrowind but I also figured that it would be too easy cause he could just tell her everything in that situation. So... I decided to take away his face at the start of the story. It makes sense because Rasha has absolutely no idea who Nerevar is. He'll regain his face when Rasha learns a bit more about the whole situation she's in.
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taggedmemes · 10 months
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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ SAINTS BLOOD by SEBASTIEN DE CASTELL / ch1 - ch10 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.
'just remember that /you/ are the idiot who agreed to fight a duel.'
'i haven't done anything wrong! how did i end up in such dire circumstances when i don't even know how to hold a sword properly?'
'not really your best day, is it?'
'the gods give every man a weakness.'
'you realise you're losing quite badly?'
'he's getting old. and slow. also, i think he might be getting fat.'
'i'm an idiot and my friends are trying to kill me.'
'so it's true, what i've heard about you.'
'if what you've heard is that i'm going to knock you on your arse so hard you won't be able to sit on a horse for a year, then yes, it's all true.'
'i've been having quite a lot of sex lately so i'm usually too tired to remember my dreams.'
'i swear, i used to be good at this.'
'you forgot the first rule of the sword, you son of a bitch.'
'are you sure you won this duel?'
'i'm going to end up amputating one of your limbs if you keep this up.'
'that man really needs to work on his vocabulary.'
'you can't properly storm off just repeating the same word over and over.'
'try not to give him an incurable infectious disease.'
'you'll open your wounds again, if you keep tensing your shoulders like that.'
'i'm not sure your foolish heart would survive it.'
'don't you have lessons in maritime geography or some such thing?'
'it's possible i wasn't paying attention during that part.'
'do you really think i'm so stupid that i can't see how this works?'
'of course it was a bloody threat.'
'if you weren't half dead already, i think i would kill you here and now.'
'shush, darling. the women are speaking now.'
'i can be more than one thing.'
'because it's not your damned place to know.'
'now who's going in for reckless symbolic gestures?'
'ha. hardly hurts at all.'
'i really do make too many enemies.'
'have you considered that my presence here might be due to some profound spiritual and supernatural event?'
'you're what makes me believe there's still good in this wretched world.'
'these are false memories you're making for yourself.'
'i'm going to fucking kill you this time you heartless son of a bitch!'
'what makes you think i need a sword to teach you sense?'
'stop it, you fool, you'll break my hand!'
'if you break his hand now then how am i going to enjoy the full satisfaction of tearing his fingers off later on?'
'i don't talk anything like that.'
'the gods have seen better days.'
'you were unconscious, and everybody else was useless.'
'some days i love you.'
'you look much as you always do: beaten, bloody, and confused by the world.'
'why does he always sound so much cleverer than i do?'
'remarkable the things people leave lying around during a crisis.'
'this looks like something a sadist would devise.'
'if you could see your face right now you wouldn't ask.'
'i think this place has been... /disturbed/ somehow.'
'the word you're looking for is 'desecrated'.'
'i suppose it's not hard to imagine why people get angry at the gods.'
'i said that i admired you. i never said i /liked/ you.'
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figuresinthehaze · 4 months
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Maximilien x Leyendecker
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blimbo-buddy · 6 months
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There's some weird stray cats outside
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(Slug Cats and which Marsupial they're based on under the cut)
Survivor and Monk: Both really vague but they resemble a Kangaroo and Wallaby respectively Hunter: Tasmanian Devil Night Cat: Bilby (Melanistic Slug Cat) Gourmand: Quokka Artificer: Numbat Rivulet: Water Opossum Saint: Koala Spearmaster: Tiger Quoll Enot/Inv/Sofanthiel: …. Th-Thylacine?
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geryone · 2 years
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Owe Zerge "Saint Sebastian", executed circa 1933-1935 Oil on canvas
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saintbleeding · 10 months
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[ID: Four digital drawings of Basira, Martin, and Jon from S5 of TMA. Basira is a tall, fat woman with brown skin and curly dark brown hair. Martin is a short, fat white man with greying brown hair, a scraggly beard, and glasses. Jon is tallest and thin with silver, curly hair in a bun, a patchy beard, glasses, and scars across his body. All three are caked in dried blood and miscellaneous grime. In the first drawing, Basira stands with a gun pointed at Martin, with Jon standing nonchalantly behind him with a red glowing halo above him. Basira says “Prove you’re really Martin Blackwood”, Martin asks “How?” and Jon says “You could do a poem. >:3c” In the second, Basira looks on judgmentally as Jon and Martin embrace. Basira says “You done?” with a scribbly aromantic flag below her speech text, and Jon replies “Can we not have a moment?” In the third drawing, the three are walking side by side, Martin and Jon holding hands. Martin says “He needs to do it, and if he doesn’t…”, Basira offers “He gets constipated?” which Jon interrupts “Hardly.” Martin concedes “… actually yeah basically.” In the last, the three of them are seemingly asleep sitting up. Martin has one arm around Jon’s shoulder, his cheek smooshed against the top of Jon’s head. Basira leans against Martin’s other side. Both Martin and Basira look restless. Jon’s eyes are open, bloodshot, and leaking a suspiciously bloody substance as they glow red in the darkness. There is a red glow around all three of them. End ID.]
mlm/wlw hostility my beloved
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hrokkall · 9 months
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The Martyrdom of Saint Gabriel
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tapeworrmart · 3 months
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I'M SICK I'M SICK I'M SO FUCKED UP IN THE HEAD
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