cheezus-sliced:

bespectacled-artist:

pluto-support:

Church entirely decorated with human bones in Czech Republic. @sixpenceee

So will this be sanctuary in the skeleton war?

Ok but like can you imagine that though? 

It’s a meeting for the Skeleton War, which has been going on for decades. The Head Commander looks over the crowd of gnashing teeth and hollow eyes, more than she has ever seen before. Plenty of new recruits can be seen, still bone white and in some cases even still stained with blood, reminiscent of who they once were. What they once were. 

The older ones are less shiny and brand new, some have gouges or cracks in their now dingy grey bones, some even worse off, with entire limbs missing. A few carry comrades’ heads on their back or chest, still talking and laughing with the others, still wanting to be a part of the fight. Not wanting to let go. She scans the crowd below, then traces up the walls and ceiling, eyeing the Elders. She wonders why they chose her to lead in this massive overthrow of the Meaties, but only for a split second as she knows to trust their judgement, as some have resided here for centuries. They are all mostly silent, with some hushed conversations and nodding here and there. No doubt scanning the crowd as she had, probably searching for new battalion leaders to serve under her command. 

For a brief moment as she watches the Elders, she thinks about who or what they might have been, and if they had deserved to be mounted like prey. they certainly aren’t prey now. Her mind wanders to think about who she might’ve been before this. Nobody can remember who they once were in this room. For a second, that makes her sad. She shakes the thought out of her head as she rises from her Commander’s Chair at the head of congregation, built from the remains of the coffin she herself broke out of. A hush falls over the crowd as they wait to hang on her every word, eager to begin tonight’s rumpus. 

With thousands of hollows aimed at her one sentence emerges from her clicking teeth, met with a chorus of haunting, excited bellows.

“So begins the end!”

And so it began.