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Bow or die! Indie & Private Crimson King from the Dark Tower Series 18+

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my stinki lord catfish arrives

Flip flopping into a home near you! 

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All Hail the Crimson King ! 

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@gunslung

  “ Aren’t you tired, cousin? Sit, rest your legs. ” HIS voice is carried like a whisper on a crimson mist, one that rolls almost calmly over the hills of rock and gravel-- a thin layer of blood left over anything the miasma so much as grazed. “ Let us hold court in the wilderness! Here. Now. As our forefather’s once did. ”

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Evil santa vibes

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monstrauma:

          FROM A STYGIAN DEPTH  of murk-water there shone eyes mad and eldritch,  a familiar,  a mirror image cast beneath the surface.  Its glamour strays from the shallow banks,  shoes lithe atop the water as It gazed   ( down-down-down )   where Los’ gleans his own glamour of scales and barbels.   the twine of a lone red balloon slotted among Its fingers,  threading a little spiderweb as lips pose a smarmy smile.

               ❝  —  little Ralph Roberts got a hook in yer gill ?  ❞          a chirrupy jest as It sidles across the surface,  performs a crooked little jig,           ❝  a faceful of lights’ll put him out faster than sleepy time tea,  methinks.  do you like it ?  do you love it,  ol’ Reddy ?  do you think it has a good beat and you can dance to it ?  ❞

    From his place on the tower’s balcony, the King sees all. Past, present, and future are laid out before him in full and all that this old and WICKED evil need do is reach out and TOUCH so that his mind may travel.

--And travel it does. 

       Right to Derry’s past, right to the then. In these cold and grey waters, the red fish goes belly, and yet those awful, awful eyes keep shining. the worms speaking with the demon’s voice from within it’s shimmering belly. “ The future and present are LOST to me! Foiled by the white-- by RALPH ROBERTS. Yet... Yet here he is young. Innocent! His life unmolested by the horrors of adulthood. Perfect prey, yes? A meal most appetizing! ”

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All Hail the Crimson King ! 

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I think sixpenceee might like this– it’s not paranormal or anything, just really creepy. My music teacher played it to the class in 9th grade and only a few of us were able to listen to it all the way through, and that was with difficulty.

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sheloppe:

🕷– – –                                       COMFORTABLY  SHE  STANDS,  letting  the  view  soak  her  vision  of  a  world  not  yet  traversed,  yet  one  she’d  heard  through  whispers  and  stories.  Oh  how  I N T R I G U I N G  those  stories  were.  The  only  indication  to  surprise  at  his  coming  is  a  turn  as  she  faces  him  that’s  made  a  little  too  quickly.  A  match  has  been  met,  she  would  tread  carefully.  ❛      You  spread  a  lot  of  fear  through  my  children’s  hearts.  I  wanted  to  come  see  for  myself  what  they  seem  so  TERRIFIED  to  behold.      ❜ – – –// @ruleofred liked for a starter

               He CREEPS down upon black spider silk-- eight long and hairy legs blanketed within a billowing sheet of deepest crimson, one which did well to hide the rest of his highness’ body. “ And so you stand before the Crimson King himself and seek... veracity... ” Some mouth from somewhere beneath the red fabric speaks-- it’s word’s entropy reverberating from world to world.

“ Your children have nothing to fear in me,  for I am born of a line not unlike their own-- kin to you and all others who walk upon eight legs. ”

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           The idea that the Crimson King is stuck on his balcony in the tower and projecting himself out to the various worlds from there in an attempt to stave off his pre-destined defeat is so good. I love it. Especially when you take into account that by the time they see him he’s old and withered and completely deranged.

Also... his downfall was his wanting to take a look at the view from the tower what a sap.

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All Hail the Crimson King ! 

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malignmyth:

         ONE FLAME THAT REFUSED  to turn blue. One that stayed vigilant among the  tongues of cerulean,  burning a most passionate red. Yet it didn’t reflect in Cinder’s gaze as he looked on.

“And how would you possibly know that?” He snapped. It was an anger that glimmered, real and hot as the fire. Cinder turned his head of curly locks. The others made their way back wordlessly, six shadows slinking into the dark. 

Someone then called to him, waving their arm.

He motioned back before gazing into the fire. Past the searing flesh. Through the choking smoke. They all died horribly, as Cinder could joyously recall. He’d done it himself: Gutted them, then skinned them alive before letting them cook.

His hiss of a voice lowered. Frigid air seethed between his teeth as he smiled savagely. “But you’re a smart one, aren’t you? Of course I want it. The whole world murdered, crimson carpets laid out before my feet. But it doesn’t take a genius to figure that out. A mere child could.”

        “ Then why not TAKE it? Do as your heart desires-- such passions are not ones that ought be deprived. Life is a CYCLE and death is but the most glorious part of this cycle! Who among your masters would be so foolish as to deny you enjoyment of your glory? ” The fire dances, it’s cracking the banshee wails of the damned! In it’s flickering was blood-- it’s smoke the bodies of those who burn within.

“ The whole world is only so small, my friend. Why not set your sights upon multiple? Infinite? I could open the door to such possibilities-- for I hold the key. ”

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Yine mi baş ağrısı, yine mi uykusuzluk. Hamdolsun.

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Tag Drop. It’s all King Crimson.

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Francis Bacon

Three Studies for Figures at the Base of a Crucifixion

1944

Oil and pastel on Sundeala board

Tate Britain, London

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Like this to end the multiverse.

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@monstrauma

             “ Are we not kin? “ The crimson eyes of the Kingfish glimmer beneath stagnant water in which it swam, ruby scales more than telling of it’s unnatural origin. “ And are kin not want to offer one another their favor from time to time-- especially one that would prove most instrumental to their goal? ”