Art By Pale Caesar

TES IV OBLIVION. Paeonia anomala

Faithful

"Rise… if you could"

A could takes would's place, so a farewell will do for goodbye. (The Unkindled One has the upper hand here) Lothric holds strong and still the plate for his own beheading; even after the beheading itself. (So the Unkindled One will need much more than just the upper hand to balance it out once the spell fades. Just his second one; one free, as will)

The last glare lasts longer, longer than said spell.

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Time is not an object, but an idea.

It will be extinguished in the mind.

How do we feed girls

Since it's not butterflies season, then what is it? Twyrin? Flowers, berries maybe? Kittens? Pyotr Stamatin is an idiot. But he is a good decent man; compassionate.

To be or not to be

Death Note. Fear not, it's juicy

You know, Kira. Serial killers only eat strawberries.

Welcome home.

Not a single candy here. You, bakemono.

No longer am I just justice. Vigilante justice, see.

There's no more, or longer, cats in Kirkwall

There's still no Sir Pounce-A-Lot in Kirkwall But there's Anders. With Anders comes Anders' insomnia, current episode one, two days one, two nights One, two, day after day, now manifesto after manifesto wall after wall, ninety nine, keep counting to thousands, counting keeps rage at bay Milk keeps cats happy Rage demons are ultimately simpler and less intelligent than any of their kin One doesn't need something something really sophisticated to attract and fuel one

Thirst keeps rage demons agreeing to something ultimately simpler than what could possibly quench it

Dark Souls. Regal Substitute

Again and still and ever: more to this so-called resin than meets the eye.

Pathologic. Gorizontik

Perhaps it is easier to be turned inside out?

TES III Morrowind. In the depths

Shaman King. Please, no more

"What are you. Big, big nekomata, yet crying like a kitten."

"I am just treating the oni… it's like your milk meals for him. He'll go all mellow so very soon, and he'll take his leave."

"Don't fret, I am not going to die."

Enjoy your meal, eat it cold

After everything about the inauguration goes back to quiet, The Chosen of Bane mourns the loss… just how the one of fortitude should, it seems. But no; not over how what also "should" have been done, is done -- not over the throne hall butchery. But over how he cannot do that again.

After all, back there in hellhouse, he was called a miserable little whiner for a reason.

Pathologic. Nothing more. But nothing less

Them, idlers too curious, suppose that idle hours of her own Governor Saburov's wife spends all wining and dining. That's too much far from truth. Glued to the dusty closet drape, she waits and waits for that one particular girl that is about to bring her that particular package. Rats inside her skull, meanwhile, about to finally get done with what's little left of her brains. And before they get done (before what's inside the package will get done with them), she tries to get them out: by their tails, all the way through her ears.

Them, idlers too curious, suppose that Governor Saburov forced his wife Katerina to cut her hair like that, and for sure it has something to do with their marriage being fruitless. That's too much far from truth, too. (By the way, Alexander himself hates that hairstyle: black hair, shoulder-long).