Pull Our Red String Of Fate Harder I'm Trying To Jerk Off

meadow grass 🌱

"Art is illusion, storytelling, but in their most sublime form, these images form a path to truth." -- Father Piero

I have yet to finish this game, but the storytelling absolutely captivates me. I think it also endears to me that we are taken along this journey through the lens of an artist, a consequential journey that spans decades. A sort of legacy seen through the vibrant colors of the medieval world.

Special thanks to @emp-roar who dragged me along for the ride as I translate the german contents directly for her (even when I do not need to hahaha)

I cannot be sated without you

"what drugs were they on when they made this" says the most uncreative person in the world

I am hungry

I have been hungry

I was born hungry

What do I need?

Prints available here

CW: blood

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image 1: a still life of Communion, golden chalices with red liquid, a candlestick, cloth, and a small dish.

image 2: a grassy field in pitch black, a spot light illuminating a herd of sheep with glowing, reflective eyes, and the legs of a man standing among the sheep, his eyes are also glowing.

image 3: The door way of a church with the doors open revealing a forest at night, and bloody handprints on the walls.

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succession au where jenny nicholson releases a 4 hour deep dive on all the problems with brightstar adventure park, which domino effects into the complete and total destruction of the roy family empire

Cassandra Chalfant

Untitled, 2022

Acrylic on canvas

Happy Birthday, Tolkien! Tried my hand at an Ivan Bilibin style Nazgûl piece, then did a digital riso pass. #Tolkien #lotr

Ralph Fiennes's breakdown in the Pope's bedroom in Conclave is one of my favourite parts of the movie. Here's this man, a priest with doubts, who's lost his friend probably something akin to a mentor or leader or father, and he isn't given a second to mourn him, which is anathema to the whole religion he dedicated his life to. No, he can't take a moment to sit down and breathe because he is a manager, so he has to manage. He is then forced into suspecting his brothers and his friends, and he breaks into the Holy Father's room, because his conscience wouldn't let it rest. And then he sees the Pope's glasses and breaks down in one of the ugliest fits of weeping I remember seeing in movies.

It is such a realistic portrayal of grief and how it sneaks upon you in the most unbecoming ways and unexpected moments.

Personification of Astronomical Twilight