sunflarefleet

sunflarefleet:

God’s ain’t gonna help ya son
You’ll be sorry for what ya done

Them gods gonna hurt ya son
When you play with a loaded gun
When you play with a loaded gun

They ain’t gonna catch ya when ya fall
You’ll be pleadin’ while you’re bleedin’

They ain’t gonna hear ya son
Don’t care ‘bout what ya done

They ain’t gonna help ya, son
You’ll be sorry for what ya done
Be sorry for what you done

Old Pyth, cranky old bull
Make you sorry for what ya done
Hense, in a black veil
Gonna prick ya for what ya done
Roathus, gotcha empty
Gotcha weepin’ for what ya done
I say Mother, lonely old gal
Tear your heart out for what ya done
Tear your heart out for what ya done

They ain’t gonna catch ya when ya fall
You’ll be pleadin’ while you’re bleedin’

Gods ain’t gonna help ya son
You’ll be sorry for what ya done

Them gods gonna hurt ya son
You’ll be sorry for what ya done

Thank you.

gerickkesepton

gerickkesepton:

There was a girl, once. Her hair was like summer wheat, skin fair and soft, and a right hook that could crack a hovertank.

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If she wasn’t hard at work out in the fields or tending to the animals she seemed to always hover around me and watch me toil over maps and books. She had a knack…


"Now… run that by me again one more time. I don’t reckon I’ve had enough bourbon yet. Why are you on my ship?”
The Judge had been digging gloved fingertips along her brow, as though the kneading motion would somehow connect the threads of logic still eluding her. As her hand lowered, Silas glared at the unexpected soul, weight shifting back to the right. 

"Now… run that by me again one more time. I don’t reckon I’ve had enough bourbon yet. Why are you on my ship?”

The Judge had been digging gloved fingertips along her brow, as though the kneading motion would somehow connect the threads of logic still eluding her. As her hand lowered, Silas glared at the unexpected soul, weight shifting back to the right. 

lishaemikos asked:

9.

9. Mythical figure/creature

Wendigo.

I actually have a duo of drawings I want to do at some point that involves this concept, because it was the immediate word that popped into my head when I was mulling the imagery over. 

The drawings themselves are inspired by Gerick’s musing during one of our conversations that our characters have rather paralleled backstories, and yet despite that, the two characters are complete opposites of each other. It’s a perfect example of how individuals react differently with grief. 

Where Gerick hides behind a mask of smiles, Silas lashed out and began to try and seek out what Dominion soldiers were on the ship that decimated the Nyx’s Mantle—and she’s still hunting them down to this day.