only the gods are real

adigranovart:

Original art for X-men 21, done back in 2011. Pencil, ink and inkwash on paper.

I could throw myself from here, say I’ve change my mind and that I don’t want to go, and he’ll put his cloak up around me and bear me to his rooms. I could offer myself up to the altar of his grace. [x]

Abed, the walls pressed close and the ceiling hung heavy above him; abed, the room was his cell and Winterfell his prison. Yet outside his windows, the wide world still called.

There’s no Light without Darkness. No Good without Evil. No Love without Hate. So we’ll be opposites until we die, until we’re reborn, until we’re gone again. A vicious circle we can’t escape, I’m the Darkness and you my Light.

…and i have come for the girl in the window.

— “Just the kind of girl you wanted, all hungry and hurt and needing. A machine for loving you. Nothing in me was not made by you.”

okayophelia:

Archetypes: | MACHIAVELLI’S PRINCE

He is beloved and he is feared, and he walks among his people armed with cold steel and kind words. There is a massacre ready behind his eyes and war written on his body. He is above honour but not deceit, for though he fears no evil and will bow to no god, all others must or suffer his wrath. He hunts for glory like lesser men hunt for freedom. Maps of his lands roll out beneath his fingertips, and with his eyes closed he can trace every line of the blood, love and dread upon which he builds his empire. He knows his land and his people as a sailor knows the tide. Fate’s fickle fingers cannot drag him to the shadows, for his will is the stronger. He is to become the architect of a new world, written in among the dire myths of those gone before. Oblivion is his only fear.

He is Alexander, he is Caesar; he is war, he is conqueror.