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In the depths of a dank dungeon, a maiden's rage simmered, tears streaming down her pale face. Her escalating fury foreshadowed blood-curdling screams, heralding a dark transformation. Chains, mold and despair intensified her torment. As madness consumed her, the maiden's body contorted, limbs elongating, senses heightening and skin itching with primal power. Guards, once her jailers, would soon become prey, succumbing to her savage hunger.
Model: Aileth Bran
Assistant: Megan Tedrow
Instagram: @CryscoPhotography,
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Dollshe Rosen SA Mod by the amazing Rumpelstiltskin
I couldn't wait any longer and just had to snap a couple pictures of him - he is so gorgeous, I just can't take my eyes of him and I am incredibly happy he's here~~~*
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Oh come t'inganni
se pensi che gl'anni
non hann' da finire,
bisogna morire.
È un sogno la vita
che par sì gradita,
è breve gioire,
bisogna morire.
Non val medicina,
non giova la China,
non si può guarire,
bisogna morire.
Non vaglion sberate,
minarie, bravate
che caglia l'ardire,
bisogna morire.
Dottrina che giova,
parola non trova
Che plachi l'ardire,
bisogna morire.
Non si trova modo
di scoglier 'sto nodo,
non val il fuggire,
bisogna morire.
Commun'è statuto,
non vale l'astuto
'sto colpo schermire,
bisogna morire.
La morte crudele
a tutti è infedele,
ogn'uno svergogna,
morire bisogna.
È pur ò pazzia
o gran frenesia,
par dirsi menzogna,
morire bisogna.
Si more cantando,
si more sonando
la Cetra, o Sampogna,
morire bisogna.
Si muore danzando,
bevendo, mangiando;
con quella carogna
morire bisogna.
I Giovani, i putti
e gl'Huomini tutti
s'hann'a incenerire,
bisogna morire.
I sani, gl'infermi,
i bravi, gl'inermi
tutt'hann'a finire,
bisogna morire.
E quando che meno
ti pensi, nel seno
ti vien a finire,
bisogna morire.
Se tu non vi pensi
hai persi li sensi,
sei morto e puoi dire:
bisogna morire.
Model: Aileth Bran
Assistant: Megan Tedrow
Instagram: @CryscoPhotography,
FB: Crysco Photography at The Industry Studio.
Wood & Bone Handle Wand with a cross hatched leather grip and a red glass bead in the "pommel".
The 7-8 oz Leather Sheath features a hand carved & painted robed skeleton holding a red glass bead is set inside of a Gothic Arch and stands on a pedestal which frames a skull. The Sheath hangs from a pair of belt loops with black decorative chain.
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La confusione è una forza maligna. Invade lo spazio e svuota il corpo. La trasposizione della vita nel vortice del tutto è vuoto incompreso nell'assordante rumore dell'Ordine del caos.
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circles drawn, spells worked, wishes made, magic all around.
model: marcus ranum stock
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moon: my own
brushes:
classic magic circles by nomuh@DA
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pentacle brush:
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fog:
ron's brushes
ground:
wyckedBrush@DA
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flare:
neonesence@DA
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textures:
Skeletalmess
"Horror of Transformation" test run for #MangaStudio5EX done in 1 brush "Pencil Dust Shader Light". Thx to @FRENDEN for his Awesome Brushes! © Robert T Leija 2013
The dark arts are practiced in Knockturn Alley. Watch your step Muggles if you visit at Universal Studios!
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90# post:
HAIR (250L$): TRUTH< Vanessa - dark browns
SKIN (LUCKY CHAR): cStar - Miss November 2011 Red [Natural] Cleavage
CARDIGAN: CLEMATIS...(but it's closed because the owner is pregnant in rl..GOOD LUCK!I hope you can come back soon )
SHIRT (GATCHA): Kyoot - Infinite Ache Vest (Antiqued Chalk)
PANTS (369L$): *C* Kiba Puffy Shorts_Brocade (FATPACK)
SOCKS (zombie popcorn hunt): -paper.doll- DarkMagic: Socks
SHOES (old fifty linden): Reek - Shearling Boots - Brown/White - UNISEX
Day Fifteen:
Ah, life. Or afterlife. Or no life. I'm not sure which one I have. Looking at what I've done to myself I'm almost certain no living thing could put up with it. Pulling off chunks, having my red gooey life juice feasted upon, catching fire...oh yes, the catching fire. That is definitely the thing that had me thinking that this is no real life and it is not fantasy.
But that's not to say I'm not a little bit otherworldly, perhaps underworldy. And you know what this means? There's magic in the air, everywhere I look around. The hard part is tapping into it. The easy part is not caring how. A little bit of mumboing with the jumboing. A smidge of platitudes to the dark lord. And a tonne of blood.
Not mine. Oh dear no, I already gave. No, there were some leftovers from dinner and a little bit of squeezing was just enough to satisfy the charges. Although now I have it I'm not sure I know what to do with it. I'm just hurling it around and seeing what'll happen.
Eww don't worry, I'm sure that'll grow back.