Mythos (SF, fantasy, magical realism, folklore, mythology)
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Like someone who’s pulling a rope that will break
Pulling, pulling, pulling, pulling, pulling…
Without realizing, brushing a little more,
Eyes still closed to avoid facing
That the air is made of crystal,
That can shatter,
That, even if it looks weird, I want to devour you.
That the air is made of crystal,
That can shatter,
That, even if it looks weird, I want to devour you.
She didn’t care about crashing in a corner of her mouth
Like the wave that gives itself over to the rock
Lost in the abyss of those hands with no end
Bigger enough to hug all her planet
You’re not here right now
I’m not here right now
But silence is the most eloquent way of lying
You’re not here right now
I’m not here right now
But silence is the most eloquent way of lying
Your silence lives in mine
And somewhere in my body used to live
A piece of your smell
Your silence lives in mine
And somewhere in my eyes used to live
A piece of pain
You’re here right now
I’m here right now
Hug me to make me think of you sometime
You’re here right now
I’m here right now
Hug me to make me think of you sometime
Your silence lives in mine
And somewhere in my body used to live
A piece of your smell
Your silence lives in mine
And somewhere in my eyes used to live
A piece of pain
Your silence lives in mine
And somewhere in my body used to live
A piece of your smell
Your silence lives in mine
And somewhere in my eyes used to live
A piece of pain
The air is made of crystal
That can shatter
That, even if my lips aren’t talking
I want to devour you...
*pose made by me... :))
Black Swallowtail Caterpillar chowing down on some Queen Anne's lace
Just fascinating to watch this little caterpillar devour this flower!
• Head: Genus - Classic
• Lips & Eyse: Suicidal Unborn - Tremere Vampire Eyes - Salem Event
• Eyebraws: Suicidal Unborn - Agnes Eyebrows Two-Tone
• Mummy Arms: PSYCHO:Byts - Nekhbet Mummy Arms - Salem Event
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Salacia Crown @ Pandora
Antler type crown decorated with pearls. Original Mesh, Resizable, 4 colours for horn and two for the pearl, shown in black.
(blonde avi)
Carnel Horns in Bone @ The Mainstore
Both avis wear outfits by Riot and shoes (with high feet) by Sibilla, Dark haired avi wearing collar, nails and rings by L'Emporio and hair by Magika
Hi all !!
There you go, I worked on this photo. I love this character. My crazy little demon from the future. He still has his lover and robot ... still his conscience and dragon. And he still continues to do stupid things. Even though I struggle in the cyber world, I love taking pictures of this character more and more. Maybe I should give him a name ... I tried to do a "movement" on this picture... Hope you like it!
Story : "Come here !! You're mine. Only to me! Even if I have to fall to catch up with you. I will devour you. Because you are mine."
Thanks for watching and your support !! ♡
The music : 🎵.
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NEW @ Cup, worms, candy jar : "Rokins-Juicy worm Gacha" at The kinky Event and soon at Rokins Store.
NEW @ Corset : "Quills & Curiosities - Aphelion" at Mainframe - A Cyberpunk/scifi Event and soon at Quills and Curiosities Mainstore
@ Claws : "L'Emporio::*Damned Claws & Rings" at L'Emporio Mainstore.
@ My Wings, My dragon : "R.O.T. Studio's. - Quality 100% mesh - arboc fp" at R.O.T. Studio's. Mainstore and Marketplace.
@ My robot, My lover : "R.O.T. Studio's. - Quality 100% mesh -digital art cyb heart" at R.O.T. Studio's. Mainstore and Marketplace.
The Grey-headed Fish Eagle spends much of its time perched upright on bare branches over water bodies scanning for prey, occasionally flying down to catch fish. Fish too heavy to lift may be dragged to bank to devour. It is also dynamic in prey pursuit and can catch fish in rough water such as rapids. The bird spends little time in the air soaring possibly due to the habitat it lives in and no other aerial displays have been described.
ɪ'ʟʟ ꜱᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ
ᴀ ʙɪɢ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪɢ, ʙɪɢ ᴘɪʟʟꜱ
ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜʀ ʏᴏᴜ
ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜʀ ʏᴏᴜ
ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴇʀɪɴɢ
ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜᴏʀɴꜱ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅ
ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʙᴜʀɪᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ
ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇ
ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇ
ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇ
ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ
ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ
ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ
ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ
ɪ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴇᴄᴋ
ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇꜱ
ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʟᴏᴀᴅᴇᴅ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ
ɪ'ʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇꜱ
ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇꜱ
ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇꜱ
ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇꜱ
ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ
ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ
ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ
ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ
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Mask: Devoured Mask by Taisce (coming soon to Ota-Con SL)
Hair: Jisun by monso
Top: Sheer Corset Tops by Insomnia Angel
Backdrop: Stardust by Varonis
The harsh reality of life on the Puget Sound.
Life brings death, death sustains life for others.
Eagles get right to business with dinner, he can wash his head later.
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws, And burn the long-liv'd Phoenix in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets, And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time, To the wide world and all her fading sweets.......Shakespeare
Helsinki, Finland, 2022.
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I wish I could say the finch wept for me alone
from his linden branch, but he sang for the whole
neighborhood, as twilight rose on his Addio L' Amore
for some fickle Violetta gone nest hopping,
a lament so rending each trill seemed
to shatter his glass heart and the baritones
along the quay fell silent,
and whatever jubilation normally erupts never did,
not while the finch grieved and the sky filled
with pinpricks of light. I wish I could have stroked
his chest, his twin, stuttering lungs, and consoled all
who listened on our stumps and lonely boles,
remembering our own farewells to love: dark eyes,
sleek feathers, sweet wine of those who peck us blind
and flutter off. So sing, little Rodolfo, sad
Chansonnier, and let us cry with you in fellowship,
and let us cry for our mutual folly, for love which
evaporates, for passion which devours us, for
emptiness, yes, warble a note or two for the pouring
out of ourselves into others, for this dusk which
has turned the streets vermilion, for this cafe
lighting itself against the night.
--Miguel de O
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I am just crushed in the velvet
My heart is locked in a box
I am still sinking in black skylines
But now I want it to stop
I'm sailing high but I can't see
I've been pushed around, up and down in a cloud
And I can't breathe
I'm falling down, down to my knees
You've gotta let me go, you've gotta help me out
You've gotta set me free
You've gotta set me free
You devoured my soul
'Cause I can taste your lips on my lips
Your kisses make me out of control
And I can feel my blood
It's crawling through my veins
And you close your eyes and you twist your smile
'Cause you can feel my pain
Flower does open, it looks so sweet
I devour it , i do eat
I caress it with my tongue
With strokes, so short and so long
Flower does blow, in the breeze
Your sweet taste, it does please
My waiting tongue, my watching eyes
As you grow, up to the skies
Flower does tremble, at my caress
Under the beauty of your dress
Your nectar , i do lovingly eat
Your flower does open, it tastes so sweet
I was lucky to have some color in the sky the evening I was in Bingen if only momentarily it made for a less than boring capture of the famous Mouse Tower.
In my previous post I mentioned the Bishop of Mainz extracted his tolls from the river tradesman with his three toll burgs, the mouse tower being on the river was the principal place of toll collection.
There is a story that goes the Bishop was also in charge of food distribution in the region and during a particular bad harvest season refused to let the backup stores be distributed and tricked the townspeople into a building that he barred the entrance to and set it ablaze.
Apparently laughing to himself about the townspeople tortured screams sounding like rats, he visited his own curse upon himself as that night a swarm of rats chased him down through town and cornered him in the mouse tower where he was devoured by the horde.
Disclaimer: Not trying to be realistic in my editing there is enough realism in the world, my style is a mix of painterly and romanticism as well as a work in progress.
I took this with my D750 and Tamron SP 24-70 2.8 G2 Lens processed in LR, PS and DXO Nik
Photo credit: bdopekarreuche
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I'm not exactly sure what is happening here but I'm guessing that the spider (which is laying upside down and covered in what looks like webs) was killed by something else and the ants just took advantage of a free meal. Photographed in Maryland today.