I DELIVER MYSELF OF MYSELF , WHAT REMAINS IS LEFT TO ROT .
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
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baby it's cold outside :(
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Dark Souls 3: Ashes of Ariandel (2016)
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Of crows and snakes
Speedpaint here: https://youtu.be/JvW5IIiTTvA
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hey so can you sign this piece of paper that's totally not an adoption form, i just really want your autograph. make sure you do it right on the line.
*signs it in black flame*
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A Flame Alighteth
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this rot makes a home of her . decay seethes and buries into the flesh , into the bone . that tender marrow crumbles under its sweet - severe weight , beneath the stench of grime and all its bile , bristling with dark flame within . it stirs like pain , like misery ------ but she would find a home in all that , she would make a shelter for her cruel heart . ‘ thou hast found a path astray no longer , ’ a soft and gentle thing , that forgotten ache echoing on her tongue . it burns , it tastes heavy on her lips , that small infested creature called hope , called redemption . ‘ thou wilt find solace within the deep and dark cold , for chaos shall chase thee nor thy rage no more . seek only revelation within these forlorn halls . ’
@consumecrow / † .
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like light , like god . he shines of it : burning , seething against the dark rot of flame , illuminating when none else would glow . but she sits beyond his touch , a cold and dark thing , curled into the corner of god ’ s palm , pressed against the chapel walls . she flickers dully , a dream of bile and snow , of soft waters and things that flame could not touch again . it is that creeping wound , that wrathful sorrow ------ it kisses her face as it would ash , cinder . flesh remembers it well , the pyre that became her body , the light that she turned away from . he would come to know it as well . ‘ thou art far from home , warrior of sunlight . ’ head raised , hands folded upon one another as she sits idle upon her chair . she tastes it , that wretched luminescence , that bright and terrible heart that pours in his chest . how gwyn beats between those lungs , a creature so opposite to her . ‘ i should warn thee , there art no kings in these empty halls for thee to serve . ` tis only the forlorn who cometh to rest . ’
@roethull / † .
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welcome 2 my church pls leave your fire at the doorway
#† . A CROWN OF FILTH ‚ LAZY AND AMBUSHED WITH THORNS .#† . GODS KNOW NOT I .#† . SO CORPSES WE BECOME .#† . A MOTH TITTERING AROUND OLD DUSK ‚ AROUND ANTEDILUVIAN MOONLIGHT .#† . OOC .
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“When the Ashes are two, a flame alighteth.”
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