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Arthur Diehl - Cosmic Salvation (1920)

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William Blake, A Vision of the Last Judgment

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You deserve a love that doesn't confuse your nervous system.

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the curse is lifted! you are no a beast no more! congratulations! but you'll never forget the way they looked at you, will you.

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She said i saw her animal soul, 2014

Lifeblood, Meg Griffiths

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Nirnroot

3D asset for The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion Remastered

Artist Unknown

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DATV — The Demon's Bargain

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Story sketches for Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937)

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'Fairy Tale' by Edward Okuń, 1913

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'The Sorceress' by Jan van de Velde II, 1626

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unfortunately no eclipse photography can ever outdo the waffle house one from 2017

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Knight of Cups and Justice

I brought you the tea, your honor.

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Dragon Age Inquisition II Exalted Plains + Scenery

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"'Sorcerer' pronounces a summoner," mentions Roland, chewing idly. He sips his tea with pinky finger poised. "Hast thou summoned? What hast thou summoned, and how oft?

"I do," and speaks Roland fondly, and smiles slowly but warmly in his dimpling cheek. "I am a nomad within my ivory bones, fleet as the starlight within the wheels of my Van. I don't believe hath I settled upon the Greene grass of one place for too long, fear I," admits he bashfully, and laughs at himself, as thus.

"How long hast thou borne of this shoppe?" asks he gracefully.

He makes an interested noise o'er the lip of his tea. "Thou art a Hunter of monsters," confirms Roland, his handsome brows risen high.

"Now, color me intrigued, of which abilities wouldst thou flaunt, if thou couldst?" purrs he, resting his elbow upon the table. He nestles his chin within his palm, batting his long eyelashes so prettily, a'fore a deep dimple puckers inward at Roland's own, muffled snort.

"As far as dost I remember," says he bashfully, wagging his foot. "Were I raised by the Convent of Saint Francis, and the records of my birth parents art thrown scattered and few.

"But, verily: were I and still am a curious childe, and hath found ghosts betwixt the veils draped so thin whence I was a babe, in my cautious queries 'twards those wonderful Sisters." And doth Roland so shrug his broad shoulders. "And thus, am I Walk'd. I Meander and Mosey and Flit as flaunt as the butterfly for new nectar, cosmic or Otherwise."

And he waves his palm and eats more of his tart, innocently asking, "Dost thou enjoy the role of Watcher, Rupert?"

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Claire Fletcher

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Inscribed scarabs, upper Egypt, Temple of Hatshepsut, ca. 1479–1458 B.C. Via Met Collections

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