#hisworld

[psybuprofen]

guy who has url knightofthewind on here should put it up for auction. that's not against tos right

[captainfantasticalright]

Study for Mona Lisa

From the Collection of Mr Crowley.

Paul Kidby in the Terry Pratchett exhibition of HisWorld.

[needlcssgone]

✂   Quite the intrusion this was, really. But perhaps it was too much to expect compete privacy in public, even if it was the dead of night. The body of a woman who appeared dead laid at his feet, Jizabel turned on his heel to face the stranger.  He’d never seen this person before but he didn’t let this intimidate him at all. After all, death was his job. 

“Good evening.”  A polite greeting, as if there wasn’t a body just behind him on the ground. To him, at least, it was normal.  “Does it not seem odd to be wandering alone at this hour?” 

@hisworld​

[miiscreants]

❝ i need to know that i can trust you. ❞ ( for illuso~ )

✧  ———  How  could  they  ask  trust  out  of  him  if  they  haven’t  earned  his  first.  Illuso  (  within  his  own  right  )  was  an  untrusting  man,  a  lifelong  jump  from  street  to  street,  fearing  having  to  go  home  every  night.  

                  Heart  emotionally  aching  as  his  skin  blistered  into  shades  of  purple  and  blue,  eyes  red  with  cheeks  stained  from  the  tears  of  pain.  That  fear  forced  him  to  commit  petty  crimes  that  soon  after  turned  to  having  his  hands  and  face  painted  sanguine.  Living  a  life  in  the  shadows  with  only  his  reflection  to  console  him.  

                  Finding  himself  standing  in  front  of  someone  who  was  promising  him  something  he  wished  to  have  all  his  life.  It  was  too  good  to  be  true,  but  his  heart  and  soul  was  craving  for  that  promise  of  ending  this  melancholy.  A  sickness  that  went  beyond  sadness.  He  wanted  to  feel  again.  

                  ❝    How  can  I  earn  it?    ❞

[mortularchive]

@hisworld  ∕  ☠️

“Yer, uh... Yer not gonna actually try ‘nd kill me, right?”

[zendarenn]

I'm not crying. You're crying. Something I made is in an actual book about one of my heroes. #crochet #discworld #SirTerryPratchett #HisWorld https://www.instagram.com/p/BzFZNioDbQy/?igshid=1b8x8vc0ota31

[triforcedelgeezy]

Making a post about the @cosventureous Sonic shoot this coming Sunday. Starts 4pm-7pm at the Bethesda fountain. That's where I do most my group shoots last year on that location see you haven't seen the area the first time. Passing on to everyone even though I'm recovering from CPAC and @puchicon and my next con is @animeboston next week. Hope I'll see you there. #njcosplayer, #sonic2movie, #sonicheroes, #segacosplay, #sonicmovie, #dreggman, #shadowthehedgehog, #hisworld, (at Bethesda Terrace and Fountain) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdyaUpirHLw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[beatgod]

@hisworld​    ★

        ❝ Don’t come  any  closer.  I mean it. ❞

[alvcrd]

@hisworld​ continued from X

"Oh, you should know. Vampires are ALWAYS thirsty." What a strange thing, this vampire was. How interesting!! He moves faster than any human could ever hope to, and Alucard takes the hit with a grin on his face. He's no stranger to being ripped apart, and bloody maw opens with laugher.

"Good," he managed through his ripped but rapidly healing vocal chords. "Perhaps it will serve as a deterrent."

[yuriinne]

❛ It’s not so important who starts the game, but who finishes it. ❜

LOST PROMPTS OOPS

☆    ———  Lily  had  set  down  the  vintage  tea  cup  on  top  of  the  equally  old  table,  grey  orbs  followed  the  shadow  that  stood  in  front  of  her,  only  being  illuminated  by  the  moonlight  that  broke  through  the  blinds  of  the  dark  abode  that  Dio  called  home.  

                          (  ‘So  this  is  a  game  to  them  then.  I’m  merely  their  latest  player  in  this  labyrinth...’  )

                    She  was  now  gambling  this  game  with  them,  a  game  that  she  didn’t  start,  that’s  for  sure,  and  she  was  'too  deep'  in  this  now  to  back  out,  so  all  she  had  to  do  was  place  her  next  pawn  pieces  carefully  if  she  intends  on  finishing  this  alive.  What  swam  around  in  her  mind,  was  Dio  was  only  doing  this  for  their  own  amusement.  

                  ❝  So  do  you  plan  to  finish  it  all  the  way  to  become  the  victor  then?  Are  you  rooting  for  my  demise?  ❞

[carnagefacade]

“ What are you doing here? “

@hisworld

to say he went unnoticed was an understatement; espionage & infiltration were as simple to blacklight as breathing, & likewise, it took senses as superb as his own to even notice him. enveloped in the flesh of another from his approach, the virus stalked among the cattle, his barren chest void of their life-filled thrumming, eyes focused on where he needed to be as opposed to where he was : to the chambers of the one with eyes & ears everywhere. as he pressed past those unassuming walls, the soles of his shoes shifted, padded in order to muffle the sounds of his own heavy steps & neither the scent of the living nor dead betrayed the presence of the breathless construct.

vigilant were the cultists, yet ultimately fell along the ranks of livestock all the same ; had he felt so inclined, there would be less scouts so much as hollowed corpses, but blacklight disregarded them as irrelevant. the whereabouts of their so-called god during the hours of the day were common knowledge, & they only amassed to hear their ‘gospel’ after nightfall. so he stalked, quietly : faux skin keenly aware of the finest changes in the wind. 

mercer came across a door : grand, stylized, & reeking of vanity in an otherwise lavish monument to self-importance. it was nothing out of place, yet held an abundant presence nonetheless. the informant he consumed recognized this door well, home to her master, so blacklight let himself in.

❛ what are you doing here ? ❜ came the sound of honey : voice of the preacher spreading their own self importance like a plague, twisting the minds of the gullible or crushing the unfortunate underneath crooked heels. this dio was rank, causing blacklight’s nose to scrunch in distaste simply from hearing the self-proclaimed god speak, surprise poorly masked beneath pointedly decided apathy. to them, blacklight was a brief intruder to their perfect world, yet a moment later was merely a particularly interesting annoyance.

if his perceived worth was of any importance, he may have put more bite into his next words, yet blacklight merely crossed his arms & glared at the self-proclaimed god, silver gaze glowing in the low light. the virus was vastly different in presentation : whereas dio saw need to show others their godhood, it was the work of men blacklight had never met whom decided he should be coded zeus, king of the gods. blacklight, however, believed if gods were real, it would be his nature to devour them all as opposed to ruling. perhaps this dio would be the first ?

❛ all this talk of being a god & you don’t know ? ❜ voice came gravely & flat, cold eyes projecting the same apathy towards the golden clown. perhaps this god would be delighted to know it was pure boredom which led this monster to their door, that they were nothing than a pitstop. ❛ i’m disappointed. ❜

[rabbitprose]

𝟓 𝐖'𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   /   “ Who cares? “   /   @hisworld​

                            “––––you  sound  so  beaten down  –  there  are  many  things  within  life  worth  caring about,  you  know!” there  was  a  clap  together of  his  hands, before  he  gestures to  the  world  around  him,  “–––the  flowers that  bloom,  the  birds  that  sing,  the  sun  that  shines–––”  the  sun,  of  which  he  could  never  feel  the  warmth  of  again.

“–––not  to  mention  the  people,  with  beautiful  hearts and  beautiful  souls... perhaps  my  answer to  your  question is,”

“–––i  care.”

[muddyramcowgirl]

#realmen #realwomen #hisworld #herworld #onlywoman #onlyman #howtotreateachother https://www.instagram.com/p/BlABMaDHhC-/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1pwabh7o922q

[miiscreants]

( @hisworld​ ) / ( continued )

✧  ———      (  ‘But  I  am  a  giving  god,  a  loving  one.  Shall  you  pray  to  me,  serve  to  me…’    )  

                    They  have  heard  his  confession,  his  darkest  secret,  and  didn’t  judge  him  for  it.  Instead,  they  offered  him  solace.  Illuso’s  chest  pounded,  paced  in  such  a  manner  that  it  was  difficult  to  not  notice  how  it  put  a  halt  in  any  movement  he  had  in  his  body,  standing  solid,  cold,  and  tranquil.  The  carmine  that  shined  through  half  lidded  orbs,  utterly  fixated  on  Dio,  their  charm  had  completely  engulfed  him.  

                    The  space  between  them  so  infinitesimal,  delicate,  that  if  he  dared  to  respire  it  could  shatter  the  moment.  The  corner  of  his  lips  trembled  as  they  pulled  upwards  into  a  faint  smile.  

                        (    ‘I  can  grant  your  prayers,  I  shall  not  neglect  you.  I  will  be  here  to  be  your  heavenly  gate.’  )

                    ❝  My...  prayer  is  to  feel  utter  bliss  and  never  come  down  from  the  euphoria.  Rebirth  of  my  decayed  soul...❞  

[cmurrdaa]

Another man’s Blessing✨💍 #onemanstrash #blessing #vibe #positiveenergy #aura #peace #soothing #sultry #hispeace #hisworld #pierrejeanty #truth #goals #relationships #quotes #2018 #her #blackgirlmagic #wife #goddess #appriciate

[reynardinepttr]

I went to the Terry Pratchett HisWorld exhibition in Salisbury yesterday (and couldn't resist the Pitt-Rivers archaeology deerstalker, or the opportunity to see the Amesbury Archer). I miss him so much, but seeing the artwork (I took many more photos than these) and objects with his notes on them was amazing. Mind how you go.