ofshadowandsoul

[ofshadowandsoul]

I have crawled with my belly against the ground like a serpent. My back was bloody, and people tread upon me. I found my legs and my arms by the light of a sputtering candle, and only when I began to see my enemies did the flame go out. In darkness I despaired, and pressed my face to the ground in mourning. 

And from beneath the earth I heard a voice as solid as stone. I recognized it as the voice within the fire. I recognized the voice as mine. And it saith:

You are the flame now. Set the world afire.

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A Plague Tale: Innocence

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Cody Fern as Michael Langdon in “AHS - The Morning After” - S8E02 [Part 58/∞]

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I’ve had enough of others making decisions for me; pretending to know how I should feel or behave.

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For those of you who were wondering…

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Send me “ § “ and I’ll create a quote about your character from my muse.

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Personal Jesus - Depeche Mode

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The divine was once, for the vast majority of humanity, the greatest of all motivators. Under the all-powerful and ever-watchful eyes of the gods the wicked were judged and the righteous were rewarded, the suffering were given peace, the ignorant were taught, and the troubled found peace. Their distant but palpable presence was like the music heard down a long hallway, soft but harmonious. 

What is then to happen to these people when their gods die? Not presumed dead in the minds of men, as the ignorant claim, but well and truly vanish, with their absence keenly felt? Simply put...the music stops. Order gives way, slowly but inevitably, to chaos. The color drains from the leaves on trees, from the sparkling ocean waves, from the blush of a lover’s cheek. All is rendered gray, gray and silent and dark. 

The devout one looks and now sees his fellow men, once the favored of the gods, once the misguided but precious wards of the divine, now reduced to furless rats, biting and scratching and scuttling about in the dark, in the stink, in the shapeless, colorless void. For the devout one, all things rested on the strong shoulders of the gods. Without them, hope has fled. 

And so now we see the true test of the faithful. Those who have truly believed, those who had truly lain everything of themselves before Their feet, they are now engulfed by a darkness that can never truly be escaped. And as the faithful succumb to despair, the rest of humanity will soon follow, to blade and poison and bloody, bloody discord. 

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Please...I have languished here for so long...

...Suffered these stings and bites...

...Every hope I’ve had has been snatched from me...

Let me just...let me just fall apart in your arms.

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So strange that we go to such lengths to bury death, something so very ordinary, inevitable. It's as if we conspire to hide death, because we have no answer for it. But when it comes, when it forces itself onto our friends or loved ones...then comes the reckoning...

Hellblade; Senua’s Sacrifice

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For Christmas I painted one of my favorite necromancers ever: Egan Shinnick, for @ofshadowandsoul !! 

Thank you so much~ He was super fun. (Even if I spent an hour crying about his nose to my girlfriend, lol.)

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Hell will not give you the answers you seek, but you mustn’t look away from the horrors it does offer. Because you cannot overcome suffering if you refuse to look at it.

Hellblade: Senua’s Sacrifice (via destiny-smasher)