The drowned parade their Princess.

Something unthinkable happened on the depths of the sea, the smell of copper tainted the shores of Ärla as countless bloated corpses marched from the ocean, grafted into rotting abominations.
#TheLordOfThorns

anxieties are terrible and rib cracking and the mandate of heaven has left my wretch-carcass

"in that dark, terrible hour of great need, where were you? i struggled so greatly, and you, supposed dearest of friends, you were nowhere to be found. so I ask once more: when I wept and bled and sweat and screamed, where were you?"

"claires."

philosophical p-zombies applied exclusively to my lobotomized ass

In those days, those born under an evil star were made to live as weapons.

They were called "Gundam" - a word which means "human who has ceased to be human"

FURY OF DEAD GODS SCREAMING

Whispers of the Corpse Faith

An Unfamiliar Sorrow

Grief Pedigree

Dreaming Gods Don't Lie

I was going to repost the piece on angels here, the character limit told me to go thoatfuck myself with a knife