morg.

tiny ref for my ocs

antimony humanisation

among the sailors, there was a legend about a sea monster, a syren, that awaited the passing ships, sitting on a hill of human bones which was so high that reached the very seafloor. as sailors heard the syren's song, they couldn't resist the calling and altered their course, heading right in the embrace of death. their vessel suddenly flared up like a match. the flame didn't fade away in the water but only grew stronger. horrified sailors jumped off the ship, and no one could save them anymore: they became the monster's prey.

listen to the waves, they're carrying ancient memories

poster for my imaginary screen version of silmarillion

i've always been terrified of the thought of being dead, of being completely vanished from this world. i couldn't let it happen. blood stained my hands again and again until the goddess finally condescended to my prayers. a sacrifice was made. now all the time, with all its power, is in my hands, but... they don't let me alone. the moment i close my eyes, loosen control, all these tormented and twisted corpses crawl towards me, breathe down my neck, want to drag me down with them - deeper into the abyss...