『Ode to Caress and Cicatrix』🐦⬛🪽
Wishing all future Sunday-havers good luck!
#HonkaiStarRail #SundayHSR #Sunday
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December 1, 2024 at 9:29 PM
『Ode to Caress and Cicatrix』🐦⬛🪽
Wishing all future Sunday-havers good luck!
#HonkaiStarRail #SundayHSR #Sunday
Wishing all future Sunday-havers good luck!
#HonkaiStarRail #SundayHSR #Sunday
May 13, 2025 at 10:19 AM
another android,, echo is also here
[oc: Cicatrix]
[oc: Cicatrix]
June 16, 2025 at 6:34 PM
another android,, echo is also here
[oc: Cicatrix]
[oc: Cicatrix]
cuteeeee
[oc: echo & cicatrix]
[oc: echo & cicatrix]
June 16, 2025 at 6:35 PM
cuteeeee
[oc: echo & cicatrix]
[oc: echo & cicatrix]
The concrete cicatrix of the war haunts the landscape. Even those elements which become children's dens serve as trauma mirror. Pillboxes as ghost gateways to battles never fought, an invasion of shadows from elsewhere. – #DAKilroy
March 9, 2026 at 3:32 PM
The concrete cicatrix of the war haunts the landscape. Even those elements which become children's dens serve as trauma mirror. Pillboxes as ghost gateways to battles never fought, an invasion of shadows from elsewhere. – #DAKilroy
I haven’t even gotten out of bed yet, and I learned a new word!
“Cicatrix” means scar.
“Cicatrix” means scar.
I picked up Simon Armitage’s New Cemetery in Edinburgh and it’s exactly the kind of book of poetry that I love: a slim volume you can carry for a few days as you read a few poems each morning to ground you and reset your rhythm.
![[White-point]
Even in tall wheat
a double cicatrix runs
the length of the field,
old rail lines leading
to footings
of storage sheds
and the scorched
circular base
of a chimney stack.
Somewhere, choked
by ground ivy and self-heal,
a sign saying HALT.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:kqqqm4rtbbwi4pnoptlgxqoe/bafkreiauez27p3sl2g4grcwwdomzukwlsov5qde3s6mqldloibalj2lsn4)
September 27, 2026 at 12:18 PM
I haven’t even gotten out of bed yet, and I learned a new word!
“Cicatrix” means scar.
“Cicatrix” means scar.
Hookland has surfeit of time traumatised towers. Edifices that wear ghost rumour as gawdy greasepaint. They bend you to their stories, urge you to run fingers across their psychic cicatrix. Sometimes they seem to flinch, sometimes it is we who recoil in horror. – #CJosiffe
June 20, 2026 at 8:56 AM
Hookland has surfeit of time traumatised towers. Edifices that wear ghost rumour as gawdy greasepaint. They bend you to their stories, urge you to run fingers across their psychic cicatrix. Sometimes they seem to flinch, sometimes it is we who recoil in horror. – #CJosiffe
All along the lonely coast the concrete cicatrix of war. Triple aspect guardians. A haunting of what-if battles. A hardening of invasion fear that clogs the English imaginative arteries. Abandoned infrastructure demanding children project phantoms upon them. – #DAKilroy
August 23, 2026 at 2:25 PM
All along the lonely coast the concrete cicatrix of war. Triple aspect guardians. A haunting of what-if battles. A hardening of invasion fear that clogs the English imaginative arteries. Abandoned infrastructure demanding children project phantoms upon them. – #DAKilroy
The abandoned military batteries on coast of Hookland hold their ghosts. Rememberings of war in brick and concrete cicatrix sheltering spectres we'd never charge with dereliction of duty. Spirits still standing watch, still gathering for a brew, a smoke, a natter. – #CJosiffe #Ghosts
May 14, 2026 at 9:53 AM
We are never getting back together (as the the cicatrix maledictum is in the way)
Taylor Swift concept album about how in the grim darkness of the far future there is only war, but sometimes that war is Space Marines shooting Tyranids and other times it's your boyfriend leaving you because his heart was as inhospitable as Catachan
April 25, 2024 at 1:28 PM
We are never getting back together (as the the cicatrix maledictum is in the way)
Call them corpse roads, coffin lanes, funeral walks. Call them procession paths, lych lines, wraith ways. Just as long as you remember they are the arterial routes of the dead. The long cicatrix of grief carved into the land. – Dr. Michael Benn, 1981
September 7, 2025 at 6:19 PM
Call them corpse roads, coffin lanes, funeral walks. Call them procession paths, lych lines, wraith ways. Just as long as you remember they are the arterial routes of the dead. The long cicatrix of grief carved into the land. – Dr. Michael Benn, 1981
Along the coast you come across half-forgotten bunkers and gun emplacements and just for a second you can smell the hard tang of Capstan cigarettes, hear someone whistling 'Run, Rabbit, Run'. Not a ghosting of the dead, but a temporal shading by concrete cicatrix. – #MattAdams
July 20, 2026 at 5:14 PM
Along the coast you come across half-forgotten bunkers and gun emplacements and just for a second you can smell the hard tang of Capstan cigarettes, hear someone whistling 'Run, Rabbit, Run'. Not a ghosting of the dead, but a temporal shading by concrete cicatrix. – #MattAdams
The withering of the year has come early. The land tells its distress in brittle grass bleached as bone, tells it in paths made of furious dust. It screams to us through drought cicatrix of cracked earth. We walk a territory of trauma. We should expect ghosts. – #DAKilroy
August 8, 2026 at 11:14 AM
The withering of the year has come early. The land tells its distress in brittle grass bleached as bone, tells it in paths made of furious dust. It screams to us through drought cicatrix of cracked earth. We walk a territory of trauma. We should expect ghosts. – #DAKilroy
December 16, 2024 at 8:14 PM
There are some ghosts which haunt even though no-one living has seen them. They’ve become psychic cicatrix on the collective memory. They persist – even though they’ve been reduced to the generic names such the Grey Lady – and in this persistence, power. – #CJosiffe #Ghosts
October 5, 2025 at 12:17 PM
The concrete cicatrix of war distorts time, explode it so that we no longer have a linear experience. We know in our hearts that the English haven't stopping fighting World War II, but being out among the abandoned gun placements on Hookland's coast makes it manifest. – #DAKilroy
August 10, 2026 at 1:02 PM
The concrete cicatrix of war distorts time, explode it so that we no longer have a linear experience. We know in our hearts that the English haven't stopping fighting World War II, but being out among the abandoned gun placements on Hookland's coast makes it manifest. – #DAKilroy
The Achlys Cicatrix, a fictional pterosaur and my fourth entry for phase III of Lemuria!
July 13, 2026 at 1:00 AM
The Achlys Cicatrix, a fictional pterosaur and my fourth entry for phase III of Lemuria!
The broken castles of England haunt with an unpleasant sense of control. Stone that hold an echoing message of know your place, do as you are told. They offer sorrow phantoms, the psychic cicatrix of repression., Lords of the land scared of their own people. – #CJosiffe #Castles
May 27, 2025 at 3:09 PM
Dedwick has yet another pill box haunted by a battle that never happened. Various theories have been proposed for its phantom combatants – the bleeding through of parallel worlds, suppressed war game disasters – but there's no clean answer for its psychic cicatrix. – Brian Danebury
January 31, 2025 at 12:15 PM
Dedwick has yet another pill box haunted by a battle that never happened. Various theories have been proposed for its phantom combatants – the bleeding through of parallel worlds, suppressed war game disasters – but there's no clean answer for its psychic cicatrix. – Brian Danebury
"Etiam sanato vulnere cicatrix manet.''
Yara kapanır, iz bakidir.
Yara kapanır, iz bakidir.
January 4, 2025 at 6:50 AM
"Etiam sanato vulnere cicatrix manet.''
Yara kapanır, iz bakidir.
Yara kapanır, iz bakidir.
Parental scarelore becomes psychic cicatrix. All those tales of Wishbloods, Harrowhounds and Stay Belows become bone tattoos. Deep inside lives a dread, an internal voice of warning. The calling beauty of the river falters to old, parent-instilled fear. – #DAKilroy, 1982 #Folklore
October 21, 2025 at 12:53 PM
The grotesque guardians of certain Hookland churches have a distinctive, perturbed expression. A psychic cicatrix from the things seen in their long stares across time is held in the stone. One is wary of meeting their gaze from some sense that the terror may be infectious. – #CLNolan
December 12, 2024 at 5:58 PM
The grotesque guardians of certain Hookland churches have a distinctive, perturbed expression. A psychic cicatrix from the things seen in their long stares across time is held in the stone. One is wary of meeting their gaze from some sense that the terror may be infectious. – #CLNolan
You will call it wild fancy, but I believe there are spots in the wood that even the trees know are monstrous. Places not tainted by human rituals, but the cicatrix of something much older. Places whose black bones scratch not only at the sky, but at the souls of all those passing – #CLNolan
February 28, 2025 at 6:19 PM
You will call it wild fancy, but I believe there are spots in the wood that even the trees know are monstrous. Places not tainted by human rituals, but the cicatrix of something much older. Places whose black bones scratch not only at the sky, but at the souls of all those passing – #CLNolan
C I C A T R I X
#Cicatrix #ibispaintX #digitalart #oc #originalcharacter #originalstory #originaluniverse #digitalartist
#Cicatrix #ibispaintX #digitalart #oc #originalcharacter #originalstory #originaluniverse #digitalartist
October 26, 2025 at 4:20 PM
[Trump is asked about the expansion of the Cicatrix Maledictum] The Cicawhat? [Advisor whispers "The Eye of Chaos" to him] Well the people of Cadia were very nasty to me, very nasty, and it's really their fault for falling.
January 26, 2026 at 4:17 PM
[Trump is asked about the expansion of the Cicatrix Maledictum] The Cicawhat? [Advisor whispers "The Eye of Chaos" to him] Well the people of Cadia were very nasty to me, very nasty, and it's really their fault for falling.