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I'm the Devil girl, watch me slay,
I run this game, no need to pray,
Hell’s in my veins, yeah, I got that fire,
Mess with me, and you’ll feel the pyre.
Lips red like sin, eyes burnin’ with heat,
Steppin' through the shadows, life’s on repeat,
Got that sexy swagger, devilish grin,
I'm the queen of chaos, let the games begin.
Morrigan gliding past the remembrance pyre... blinding all of the dead with her beauty <3
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Unoa Lusis with faceup by Culur and wig by BelachixDollWorld, wearing Souldoll Nova's leather jacket
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I cannot express how happy this wig made me :D It's so incredibly perfect for Morrigan, I'm really thrilled with her new look <3
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From the edge of realms where light dies and magic devours itself, rises Velarix — Firstborn of the Amethyst Crucible, Queen of the Ninth Pyre. Her armor is wrought from violet wyrmscale and voidglass, barbed and plated in ever-shifting prismatic hues, as if the cosmos themselves coalesced around her flesh.
A radiant dragonstone core glows at her chest, thrumming with pulsar-born energy — the last shard of a fallen star dragon’s heart. Her crown, fused with her helm, erupts into jagged, symmetrical horns — part flame, part obsidian. From behind her, vast wings unfurl like veils of dying nebulae, casting shadow and ultraviolet light across all who dare meet her gaze.
Her eyes are starlight weaponized: not windows to her soul, but warnings of a fury few have survived. She speaks in silence. She commands without breath. And when her power stirs, entire timelines fracture in her wake.
Museu de Arte Contemporânea de Niterói.
Niterói, RJ, Brasil.
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Museum of Contemporary
Niterói City, RJ, Brazil.
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I told Iri she should come out of the Attic, I told her it was a special day.. but the thunder was so loud I could not get her or Pyre From the attic, they were just too scared.
BUT MARLON WE want to Say we Hope you had the Happiest Birthday and we are so glad to have one of your special girls! VERY happy Returns!
Sitting alone, and watching stroboscopic lights dance on the walls and the ceiling of an empty floor from a quiet corner...
Pashupatinath temple. Kathamandu, Nepal.
Title borrowed from The Doors. "I think it’s sufficiently complex and universal in its imagery that it could be almost anything you want it to be." (Jim Morrison about the meaning of the song.)
Com o Pão de Açúcar ao fundo.
Rio de Janeiro, Brasil.
Tenham um excelente último dia das Olimpíadas 2016!
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The Olympic Rings!
With Sugar Loaf in the background.
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
Have a great las day of 2016 Olympics.
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Driftwood piled up on Spittal Point with the lighthouse in the background.
One of a series from the first roll of film shot with a Canon EOS 10 ebay bargain.
Film: Ilford HP5 plus
Camera: Canon EOS 10
Lens: Canon 50mm f1.4 (Nifty fifty)
Varanasi
this wood here is kept for the funeral pyres. it cost around 250RPS per KG or 500RPS per KG, depending on the type of wood. many people who come to die in Varanasi are too poor to afford the wood... or at least this is what is told... however someone else (a lovely Indian artist we met on a stroll) told us that in fact, the wood for the poor should be taken care of by the town hall or government... I don't know which is the truth, but i think everyone should be granted a decent burial.
You know that it would be untrue.
You know that I would be a liar
if I was to say to you , ay,
Girl we couldn't get much higher.
Come on baby light my fire, come on baby light my fire.
Try to set the night on fire. Mm-m,
The time for hesitation's through.
There's no time to wallow in the mire
Darling we could only lose
and our love become a funeral pyre.
Come on baby light my fire, come on baby light my fire.
Try to set the night on fire.
"Etta James"
2015 07 23 162726 Cornwall Plymouth 1HDR
K’hall and the other crews lingered in silence, awaiting orders. Axiom5 was gone. With its destruction, dozens of orb crews were left stranded, adrift without command or sanctuary.
A single transmission had come through from Axiom12: only eight escape pods had been recovered. No other survivors. Hours earlier, K’hall and the others had watched the last fragments of Axiom5 ignite and vanish in the upper atmosphere, a funeral pyre streaking across the sky.
Now he paced the shattered remains of Ramva19. Miraculously, its crew had survived the descent. The orb lay split open but the central guidance and weapon systems—vital components in short supply—gleamed intact amid the wreckage. With Axiom5 gone, those parts will be more precious than ever. He would salvage them before the wreck was erased.
“Oam’ka,” K’hall called, “help me with the plasma compressor.”
Together they wrestled a twisted beam aside and extracted the unit from its cradle. Then the guidance core. As they worked, Avhal’s voice crackled through K’hall’s vitec.
“Move fast. Three trucks inbound. You need to get aboard.”
The salvaged units were stowed aboard Ramva20. K’hall, Bext, and the survivors of Ramva19 climbed into K’hall’s orb and sealed the ramp behind them.
“All ships are cloaked,” K’hall said. “If they do not spot the wreckage, they will pass us by.”
Avhal’s tone was grim. “I would not count on it. The trucks have cut a direct line to this site. They may have tracked Ramva19’s descent.”
K’hall’s jaw tightened. “Bext, charge the weapons bank.”
Minutes later, 3 large trucks one with a flatbed arrived. Ten reptilians disembarked, slinking through the wreckage, probing the debris with practiced precision.
“They haven’t detected us,” K’hall murmured. “Their scanners must be blind to our cloaking. Bext, status?”
“Weapons charged. Targets locked.”
K’hall nodded. He continued watching, adjusting the focus on the night vision screen.
Using hover lifts, the reptilians hoisted the wreckage onto the flatbed, securing it with chains. They gathered scattered fragments, then climbed back into the trucks and started the engines.
“Bext,” K’hall said coldly, “fire.”
A lance of energy burst from the orb, slicing through the air. The trucks and wreckage vanished in a flash—atomized.
K’hall watched the smoke curl skyward. “The lizards will come looking for their friends,” he growled. “Eyes up. Watch for aircraft.”
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Koruel and Genlen regrouped, standing among the ruins of Lemnos… and standing for the first time without Sekarr. They searched the city for Lia and Thia and hoped to find any last survivors, but there were few. The Order was retreating, and The Ravens were hungry for a battle, maybe a good fight could relieve some of the pain caused by Sekarrs death. The team headed for the docks. On their way they found Thia bloodied and hurt, but alive. She had no memory of what happened to Savarious, and they could not find his body. Thankful that she was alive they headed to the Docks, where they met with Lia who was hurt, but alive.
Some of the Arena’s gladiators were fighting off the remains of the Order as they made their escape. The Ravens joined the fight. Aiding them was a man who seemed to emerge from nowhere, a red tiefling by the name of Alton Amenon. He promised to help them in the fight if they could help him with something else later. Together, along with the help of the Gladiators, The Ravens fought off what was left of The Order, but many Order ships still managed to leave the city victorious from their siege of Lemnos. Koruel wanted the Order to hurt so he attempted to use his magic to stop some of the last few ships. Doing so triggered his wild magic and he found himself teleporting onboard one of the Order’s ships. He was met by a small battalion onboard the ship, and was greeted by a higher ranking member of The Order who looked upon Koruel with familiar eyes. He cast a paralysis spell on Koruel and kicked him off the ship. Genlen swam across the sea using his magic to transform himself into something better suited for water, and rescued his friend. Now Lemnos was in ruin and the rebuilding began. Alton suggested the Ravens come with him on his ship and they could travel the seas together to find the Order and put an end to them. They agreed, but they knew something was suspicious about this Alton. While he was charming and bold, it seemed he could not be fully trusted. Koruel asked The Gladiators to join them on their quest to stop the Order, they agreed. The larger crew would set sail soon, but first Sekarr needed a Funeral.
Night came and the team gave Zykarr and Sekarr a Funeral Pyre in honour of the Kobolds who gave their lives to save the Ravens and defend Lemnos. As the funeral finished The Red Mantis said farewell to the group, but promised to aid them in the future if they needed it. They left telling Lia that Oromis, her old master sends his regards. The team headed for Alton’s ship, ready to set sail and put an end to The Order.
To Be Continued...
Lutcher, Louisiana / Lubitel 166 / Kodak Portra 400
These pyres are built along the Mississippi levees in the village of Lutcher, not too far from New Orleans. They are set alight on Christmas Eve.
I stayed in lake of fire
My bed was ancient pyre
The stars all fell into the sea
I can't see the light for the trees
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Mar del plata
" Now I will believe
That there are unicorns; that in Arabia
There is one tree, the phoenix' throne, one phoenix
At this hour reigning there. "
.....William Shakespeare... ( 1564 - 1616 ).
..........British dramatist, poet.
.....Sebastian in ' The Tempest ' Act 3, Sc 3.
..........A strange vision has made him willing to believe any traveller's tale,
of mythical unicorns or the phoenix, said to renew itself periodically
from the ashes of its own pyre.
The world's biggest ivory burn is scheduled to take place just a few metres from the site of a smiliar, but smaller burn, in Nairobi National Park in 1989, when President Moi lit a pyre of 12 tons of tusks. There will be 11 ivory pyres, with 105 tons of tusks, and 12th fire with 1.35 tons of rhino horns, when President Uhuru Kenyatta follows in his footsteps on April 30. Kiliti Mbathi, the director general of the Kenya Wildlife Service (KWS) said the elephant population in Kenya was only 16,000 in 1989 but today it had risen to around 38,000, despite a recent increase in poaching.
Is anyone Watching SW Resistance? I've heard that it wasn't great, but Rebels started off so-so, and it got really good. Curious to know if I should start watching, because this guy looks like he actually gets some action, unlike his chrome counterpart.
(Also background is from Marcus Fritze www.artstation.com/macke, who actually worked on the Battlefront games. If you're going to borrow, borrow from the best, right??
"From the heart of flame, the purple warlord rises — unbound, undying, unforgotten."
Forged in the fires beneath a crimson sky, the Amethyst Warlord stands before his living fortress — a monstrous citadel carved from volcanic stone and bone. Lightning scars the heavens above as rivers of molten lava surge through the mountain’s veins. His armor glows with the pulse of cursed gemstones, each one beating like a captured soul.
In his grasp, a double-bladed axe hums with infernal resonance, runes of bloodlight etched deep into its surface. Behind him, winged beasts circle the spires of the Black Pyre — their roars echoing through the storm.
He is not conqueror nor destroyer — he is equilibrium made flesh. The shadow between creation and collapse.
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A man attends to the final remains of a pyre as the sun sets on the cremation site at the Siewdass Sadhu's Temple in The Sea in the village of Waterloo. The Hindu cremation practice of Antyesti, which translated from Sanskrit means "last sacrifice", has its roots in the Vedas. This last rite of passage returns the body to the five elements and its origin.
A young life ends in a heart wrenching display rof customs - Burning Ghats Varanasi-20151202-1645-_35A0616-EditPE
No Bulevar Olímpico.
Centro da Cidade, Rio de Janeiro, Brasil.
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Wall at the harbor area
At the Olympic Boulevard.
Downtown, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
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Bonfire Night, or Guy Fawkes Night, is one of the most colorful, famous and literally hot British folk holidays. On Guy Fawkes Night, fireworks are lit, effigies are burned and bonfires are set (these days, effigies of politicians are in fashion 🎪).
The holiday is celebrated on November 5, on the anniversary of the failure of the Gunpowder Plot of 1605 - an attempt by a group of conspirators on the life of James I. To kill the monarch, they planned to blow up the Houses of Parliament, and Guy Fawkes, one of the conspirators, was to set fire to the barrels of gunpowder. One of the accomplices warned the authorities, and Guy was arrested and later executed.
The photo shows a blazing bonfire on Guy Fawkes Night in Winchester, England
Varanasi has the finest religious river frontage in India, with miles of ghats (steps) for bathing; shrines, temples, and palaces rise tier on tier from the bank. Over a million pilgrims visit each year; many hope to die there in old age. A center of learning through the ages, it now has three universities, including the large Banaras Hindu University (estd. 1915), and over a dozen colleges. Besides being a centre of arts, crafts, music and dance, it is still famous for its production of silks (and brocades with gold and silver threadwork), as well as for wooden toys, bangles made of glass, ivory work, and brassware. ♣
My most memorable experience in Varanasi was visiting the burning ghats. The bigger of the two is Manikarnika, the other is Harishchandra. The former hosts up to 200 cremations each day. The process is efficient and businesslike. Above the ghats are huge stacks of wood; the family of the deceased, according to their means, buys one of many funeral packages on offer, including a certain quantity of wood, sandalwood sawdust, ghee, other ritualistic paraphernalia, and a priest's services.
Orderlies set up the pyre, the body is placed on it, the priest chants and performs the rituals, ghee is poured on, and the pyre is set alight, as the men of the family watch (women stay at home). If the fire doesn't catch on well, more ghee and sawdust are added. If a family can't afford enough wood, as is not uncommon, the body is burned in stages: middle part first, while the head and legs stick out, to be pushed in deftly by a pole after the middle part collapses.
A few hours later, the ashes and bits of bones are gathered by the eldest son or a senior male of the family and consigned to the waters, where "untouchables" stand with wire nettings to dredge up the ash and mud, hoping for a gold tooth or nose ring that may have survived the fire (pieces of jewelry may be left on the deceased by the family). Not all who die are cremated -- children under five, lepers, sadhus, pregnant women, and snake-bite victims are offered directly to the river.
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Lutcher, Louisiana / Lubitel 166 / Kodak Portra 400
These pyres are built along the Mississippi levees in the village of Lutcher, not too far from New Orleans. They are set alight on Christmas Eve.
a loved one
surrounded by family
is shifted to a funeral pyre
to be cremated in
VARANASI
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Drombeg stone circle (also known as The Druid's Altar), is a Recumbent stone circle located 2.4 km (1.5 mi) east of Glandore, County Cork, Ireland. Drombeg is one of the most visited megalithic sites in Ireland and is protected under the National Monuments Act.
The stone circle consists of seventeen closely spaced stones spanning 9.3 metres (31 ft) in diameter, of which 13 survive. The most westerly stone (1.9m long) is the long recumbent and has two egg shaped cup-marks, one with a ring around it.[3] A "Cork-Kerry type" stone circle, it is flanked by a pair of 1.8m high axial portal stones, which provide a south-west axis, and orient the monument in the direction of the setting sun during the midwinter solstice. The stones in the circle have been shaped to slope upwards to the recumbent stone, the midpoint of which was set in line with the winter solstice sunset viewed in a conspicuous notch in the distant hills. While the alignment is good, it is not precise. The ruins of two round stone walled conjoined prehistoric huts and a fulacht fiadh lie just 40m west of the monument. Evidence suggests the fulacht fiadh was in use up until the 5th century AD. The larger of the huts had a timber roof supported by a timber post. The smaller hut had a cooking oven on its east side. A causeway leads from the huts to the cooking place (fulacht fiadh) featuring a hearth, well and
trough in which water was boiled by adding hot stones.
The site was excavated and restored in 1957. During this process an inverted pot was found in the centre of the circle, containing the cremated remains of a young adolescent wrapped with thick cloth. Radiocarbon dating of samples taken from the site suggest that it was active c. 1100 - 800 BC. The pot was buried near the centre of the circle along with 80 other smashed sherds, four bits of shale and a collection of sweepings from a pyre.
I added just some contrast to the picture and the sunlight, which was covered by the clouds, got this difrerent aspect, like a giant pyre or something; cool!
I'd like to have a better position, but I was in a bus, so...
tried to differentiate her head tendrils from moor's a bit more this time around. probably my favorite armor so far among them
“I myself have seen this woman draw the stars from the sky; she diverts the course of a fast-flowing river with her incantations; her voice makes the earth gape, it lures the spirits from the tombs, send the bones tumbling from the dying pyre. At her behest, the sad clouds scatter; at her behest, snow falls from a summer's sky.”
― Tibullus, The Works of Tibullus