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Far_Vehicle_1520 t1_j3adyra wrote
Well shit…
Galactic_Perimeter t1_j3b101t wrote
I like very much
LeeroyM OP t1_j3b9d0t wrote
Love it!
LeeroyM OP t1_j388xjg wrote
This is my digital collage featuring Ritratti dei confratelli Della scuola dei mercanti by Diponto (1592) x Portrait of Elizabeth Style by unknown artist (1620).
threebillion6 t1_j38kxcv wrote
Bathory?
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PhattySpice92 t1_j3b95g4 wrote
Beautiful
seaofjade t1_j3bvdxg wrote
Love this
Redditforgoit t1_j3c0xs8 wrote
For a second I thought it was something out of Crusader Kings 3
Sad_Temperature4726 t1_j3c92up wrote
Lol, I first thought the mask was part of her hand and immediately thought "the AI fucked the hands again", nice work btw
CapitalParallax t1_j3cwlc4 wrote
There's no rising above She drowns everything Freedom doesn't exist you can't resist The Matriarch! You won't get far!
-Unleash the Archers
MyraDangerous t1_j3d38t7 wrote
TIL that the social Huntsman spider lives in complex family groups up to 150 strong, led my a dominant matriarch. Then I scrolled down and saw this. Now all I can think about is all the little spiders with glowing beady eyes sitting around their mom like this.
Triggerhappy62 t1_j46qem6 wrote
Gives me big Vampire Counts vibes.
varmisciousknid t1_j399vv3 wrote
The painter motioned to the matriarch."I have what I need my lady, you need stand there no longer."
The matriarch glanced to her left and to her right. She saw the masked faces of her servants, her spies, her government puppets, and her tongue played over her elongated canines.
"I tire of this," She said.
"My lady," one of her servants piped up, "the artist..."
"Not that," she interrupted. "This," she gestured with her palm down and fingers spread wide. "I can smell the slow rot exuding from each one of your bodies, it's why I choose not to breathe around you."
The matriarch walked across the room to the wide windows, blacked out with layers of curtains and glass panes painted with pitch. Her servants moved to leave their places and she raised a hand to stop them.
"The artist dismissed me only, you will stay there until he is finished." The eyes of her followers glazed as the light of their wills were supplanted by hers.
"I have raised empires, and I have destroyed them. I have tasted blood and taken lovers from every country. I have tasted every pleasure and felt every torture and I have grown tired."
The matriarch pulled down the curtains and threw a heavy oak chair through the window. The sunlight conjured flame from within her body and she was engulfed. Her people watched, but could not move. The artist worked diligently to finish the portrait.
Edit: spelling