above the vaulted sky;

[25.05.2021] A Nico di Angelo redraw based on a piece from 2014 (!!). A real throwback to when the majority of my art blogs consisted of percy jackson fanart. 

What would you have me do? Look at my men. Their courage hangs by a thread. If this is to be our end, then i would have them make such an end as to be worthy of remembrance.

King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (2017), dir. Guy Ritchie

THE FOLK OF THE AIR — first and last lines

Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus

—power is so much easier to a c q u i r e than it is to hold on to.

“So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.”

Now this one is about a man out late on a fairy hill on the eve of Samhain. who hears the sound of a woman singing sad and plaintive from the very rocks of the hill. “I am a woman of Balnain. The folk have stolen me over again,” the stones seemed to say. “I stood upon the hill and wind did rise, and the sound of thunder rolled across the land. I placed my hands upon the tallest stone and traveled to a far, distant land where I lived for a time among strangers who became lovers and friends. But one day, I saw the moon came out and the wind rose once more. So I touched the stones and traveled back to my own land and took up again with the man I had left behind.”

I put together this quick summary of the sports festival arc

In rural Scotland you will stumble upon isolated houses in the most breathtaking locations and I entertain myself by making up stories about what the lives of the people inside are like. E.g. Byron and Mary live in that house with a Jack Russell named Rufus. Mary makes the sweetest blackcurrant pie and Byron takes his boat out nightly to placate the loch monsters with said blackcurrant pie. Loch monsters love pie, if you didn’t know. Rufus warns the couple of the land creatures that creep in the fog of the night. They live in contented (albeit occasionally chaotic) symbiosis with the cryptids.

till our life shall be done.

I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more…

— Dragonfly in Amber, The Flames of Rebellion VI

every frame a painting Macbeth, 2015, dir. Justin Kurzel

Oracle of Delphi, Greece.

The Black Pearl? I’ve heard stories. She’s been preying on ships and settlements for near ten years. Never leaves any survivors. No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder?