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#the capitol #benefactor to the detriment of el fanguito

Hi, hello! Here’s a fresh set of hi-res phone wallpapers from some of my recent illustrations — as always, they’re free for personal use ♡

dappermouth

Strange roadside buildings where you shouldn’t ever go.

I care for things meek and feeble.

I let my heart break so that theirs may never break again.

#text #rambles from the veridian grove

From where do you think your castles came? Your culture? Music? The insatiable bloodlust that has fueled your overwhelmingly successful empire.

You thought you built them? Now that is cute.

You never found it odd how an entire island of peoples became perfectly contempt in being subservient? No? Of course not.

I’m not sure why I’m even asking, you’ll soon become part of the Grand Design.

#text #rambles from the crucible #needs work

thewindowofthesummerhouse

putrid.hound

The crier heralds the foundation of the grand design.

Meant to keep us safe. Meant to keep us consistent and unchanging. Unyielding to any force imaginable.

Neither the crier, nor I it's recipient, would live to see the fruits of its labor.

#text #rambles from the 3rd empire's capital

I keep lining the walls with unfired clay. Desperate to create but terrified of committing.

Any chance of failure keeps me awake, but safe

I line my steps perfectly so splinters do not pierce my feet.

I clean the same way, to ensure anything dirty I cannot see.

I keep the furnace cold, so that I do not accidentally... affect

For primordial flame will only change me, and the chance of failure with change will forever keep me in place

#text #planetes asteres #whispers from the clay crafters den

Philosophers are not recognized, scientists are not heeded when they provide omens. Though the weavers held hands with the gods when the earth was spun, they ignore all warnings of upsetting the cosmic balance.

They baulk at the gods but worship their priests as if they are the ones who provide miracles.

Pathetic and mewling, suckling from the teat of the church, begging that its dew will grant guidance and constitution.

But the church drinks from them, its stone walls lap up their tears, the wood of pews and confession permiate with their wails.

Bend your ear and listen, for you too may channel holiness and experience the pain of the world.

Do these priests go mad and drunk in irreverence of their God? Or are they drowning in the blood and pain of their crusades? Do they languish in the bog of hypocrisy? Looking up at the sky and ignoring all that lies around them--confusing faith for delusion.

They say the devil is the source of temptation and sin. Then let me sit with him and imbibe in debaucherous resentment.

I condemn the priests, yet place myself on the cross all the same.

For regardless of how long we may waste, studying the world hoping to understand its problems, there is no hope.

For as long as the Capital continues to weave the Grand Design, nothing new may flourish.

We must wipe the slate clean, render the Capital to ashes! Grow anew and pave new earth, so that it may drink from that pain so unjustly extracted.

#text #rambles from the caldera #rambles from the resistance

Pain and anguish have granted me a transcendence that burns so bright I've no idea what to do with it.

#text #rambles from the obsidian

We could've had a kinship, had she not been so preoccupied resenting me for living a truth she never dared to try.

#text #rambles from the ascended skyline

This place has changed me, and not in a way that I enjoy.

It's changed you too. You're no longer the man I once knew. And I don't know if I'm no longer the man you once knew, but I no longer know myself and I don't like it.

I've lost my way, lost progress hard fought for years.

I'm just sad, knowing I'll have to be patient and wait this out.

Just let me rest, we'll find each other again soon.

#text #rambles from the island

At the end of time lies that which can undo all that I have worked for. The sacrifices of this nation will not be wasted and I will not squander another opportunity.

The Grand Design will achieve completion, and it will do so with or without you

#text #rambles from the obsidian #betwixt