Kagisnad Malchureさんのイラストまとめ

TEAR MY SIGHT; TEAR MY VISION; TEAR MY EYES.

the birth of my curse and my pain, so final that it feels as if there was nothing before it.
such a damning thing it
has brought me to my knees.

I CAN SEE I CAN'T SEE,
I CAN'T SEE WHAT I CAN SEE.
kill me for i can't,
be me.

maybe i'm too blind to see,
that death is all that walks with me.

the nature of the self was never far behind; it was merely the mortal mind which had yet to catch up, to recognize, to see, to know.

to witness,
bloodprints.

no technical prowess to be seen here; but oh so much bliss.
to be dead, yet knoweth; among a field of golden flowers, of dandelions and dandelion-adjacent forms.

golden fields, golden fields for my hurting bones and rotten flesh. gods, what euphoric divinity have i found...

it was no small feat, to capture the weight and freedom of wielding a lance- something i myself have found interest in. it was the client's choice to see their character in the monster hunter world gear.
fun game, if a bit too much for my rotten brain now.

for @Thrumond

i will bleed for you,
i will bleed into you.

you asked for this, didn't you?
you saw me, you picked me;
and i picked you.

as if i wouldn't unmake me,
to unmake you.
as if i wouldn't unmake you,
to remake me.

contempt.
complete invalidation.
nothing to redeem you.
you are alone
with your shame.
beneath a lycan's gaze.

for noxyfer.

this cell, this spell,
of my blood bent.

every step is a mistake,
because my feet are not for here.
every breath is pain,
because this air is poison.
every move means death,
because my poise is broken here.

yet i will stay.

i will smell you.
i will know you.
i will unmake you.

set me up, set me on fire,
in the flames i will squirm
arching back to what i've known.
my own confidence, my own arrogance,
my absolute divine conviction of self.

i will not break
even as i submit,
beneath my feet the blood flows,
heralding a predator's pounce.

i will not die.

COWER, MORTAL

wail before the thunderous screech of your superior, shiver as you hear the banshee demon's call;
for it calls for you, for your flesh to rend and your bones to shatter, to give you purpose as object of consumption... to give itself purpose in your destruction.