send asks , please ! Anon is on , as well 💖

SIEGFRIED & THE TWILIGHT OF THE GODS by Richard Wagner (1813-1883) (London: Heineman, 1924). Illustrated by Arthur Rackham.

The book contains an additional 20+ illustrations.

remember when lezard scored over fifty in the negative character traits meme . 💀

When I have net again … I’ll be writing about how lezard hates being banned / expelled from the magick academy . Especially since , well , I do believe that he liked school . He hated the people ( mostly secretly ) , save for a few . Lonely , still narcissistic . Smartest student , though , highest grades , most accolades . but also , annoying , know it all , creepy , would indeed cut a lock of your hair off without warning & memorize your schedule .

unfortunately, my internet has been dead since last night . idk when it’ll be back on , but I’ll try to fix it . 💕

ㅤ" OH , MY DARLING , LITTLE BIRD ... "ㅤupon her he wishes , desires to see his valkyrie once again . covetous , he presses one of her fallen feathers to his lips . breathing in her scent , savoring it . a beloved momento , a small piece of her .ㅤ" ... where have you flown off to ? why must you leave me alone , with this ... vicious ache in my heart ?

ㅤand , who has your attention now , if not I ? "

—18+ Indie Elden Ring verse || OC RP BLOG; || Sporadic activity || Private || Selective || Cross-over friendly || Witch Knight Helena || Exploring elements present in game, my own HCS, and some lore from my own work || Originally est; 4/7/22 || Exhumed by: Cat  || Please like or reblog if interested! ||

—A loving exploration of various themes, ramblings and ideas: the sacred and the profane; the weight of grief; death as rebirth; hubris and its cost; bringing back that which should never be returned; to be as a deified anathema; to exist as an unmeant God in a land that is not your own; the monstrous feminine; madness twisted into lucidity; knighthood and the loss of honor; death as the maiden and the witch; cutting the threads of fate and challenging the forces that be; the arrival of the inevitable; and what it means to be as confessional and burial ground-- an open grave that speaks. Lastly… To be beloved by something you cannot see, cannot touch, and can never truly know. —𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 & 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫—

Lezard talks to his Lenneth clones & “it’s like this~ 💖💕💖💕💖” all of the time :/

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" I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED if there were numerous people plotting my horrific demise . that's actually quite exciting , really ~ "

lezard's stupid little pet names for people activate my fight or flight .

--- ❝ You are not welcomed here. ❞ Came her words, warning the other softly and subtly of the dangerous she was willing to be. [ Aizen ... Szayelaporro ... --- ] Her green eyes are glued to him as she continues. ❝ Leave. ❞

ㅤA SHRUG OF HIS SHOULDERS , the young man cocking his head to the side . his smile is unnerved , as is the vile glint in his eye .ㅤ" eheh ~ it looks like even other netherworlds disdain my presence . a shame , really , when the souls of the dead are oh so beautiful . marvelous little things . useful & plentiful , indeed . ever the invaluable resource in my line of work . you see . "

ㅤhis gaze flickers over the woman . perhaps a bit too long . she is indeed beautiful . cold , proud , brave and serious , much like the goddess he so obsessively desires ... alas , none could really compare . yet , the mere thought of her sends a shiver down his spine , and the necromancer laughs darkly .

ㅤ" I'll only be a moment , my lovely . "ㅤthe man hums indulgently , glancing around the seemingly never-ending deserts . ruins dotted the horizon . everything here looked as bleak as ragnarok . untold suffering , a discerning quiet , hardly any signs of life remaining . yet , the sensations of souls could be ... felt within the air , swirling through the empty abyss all around them . it was perfect . he knows not the history of this place , and doesn't desire to . how the woman hesitated before she spoke to him . her steel gaze wary of him ------ what slight glance of fear , hatred struck her jewel-like eyes . Lezard smiles at her once more , stepping off towards the nearby ruins .ㅤ" and it will be like I was never even here . "

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