3 notes
·
View notes
I was reading The Graveyard Book (by Neil Gaiman) and I knew this part sounded familiar,
that I’ve seen it somewhere framed like this before
7K notes
·
View notes
It began to snow. The low clouds made a grey ceiling for the city; the snow muffled the noise of the cars until it became almost rhythmical; a steady, shushing noise, like the sound of tides beating endlessly on marble walls.
233 notes
·
View notes
Hi @naffeclipse I'm very normal about your fic. Have some frantic midnight sketches as extra kudos along with some tag rambling :)
285 notes
·
View notes
i just posted but i feel INSANE hua cheng’s entire appearance in the ghost groom arc is just symbolism.
when xie lian is alone (having sent everyone away, in danger but perfectly capable of fighting his way out), hua cheng steps in front of xie lian, offers his hand, and guides xie lian through the woods to where he needs to be. monsters cower before him, magical barriers don’t stop him, he steps on the skulls of enemies and crushes them so thoroughly that xie lian behind him feels like he is walking on flat ground. he doesn’t just swoop in without asking — he offers his hand, and waits, and xie lian willingly reaches out and lets himself be guided. and his grip is featherlight, even as he steers xie lian through danger and darkness. his blood rain warns away all who would dare harm them, but xie lian doesn’t get hit by a drop. and hua cheng does this all in his true form, not in disguise, because he’s not playing a character or trying to achieve anything, this is just him. despite not being confident enough to face xie lian directly, hua cheng has already shown him exactly who he is.
(now excuse me while i gnaw through an entire wall because how was this not glaringly obvious to me all along)
516 notes
·
View notes
My absolute favorite thing about your blog, even more favorite that Vachete, is the care and interest you put into each response. Be it an ask or an art piece, you always eloquently break down each individual aspect and comment on them. It always makes me smile.
.
229 notes
·
View notes
The way he took that PERSONALLY
366 notes
·
View notes
☠️ Shot or Stabbed? 🔪
Make one wrong move, and you'll be stabbed. Make one wrong step, and you'll be shot. What will it be, Sheriff and Bandit? Locked in yet another stalemate, like your feelings for each other? Come on though, make your first move!
Thought to finally draw some Rotten Star stuff. These two DIDNT like each other, but HOO BOI they did have feelings!! I also struggled on the background and settled for Starlo's battle scene. Also I'm not good drawing guns, don't hurt me ^^;;
Tagging: @judetama @bioexorcizm @sparky3tears @sparklings-bf @ghost--girlfriend @jocelynships @gible-love-nibles @speedstershipping @wisp-herr @jils-things @charkittykelly @cherubdulce @carnival-of-love @comfortingstars @radioghosts-freakster @gideongrovel @dalvs-wife @eternally-smitten @sunflawyer
76 notes
·
View notes
so I know we talk a lot on here about Tamsyn Muir's plotting and characterization (which is 1000% justified) but another thing that GETS me is her descriptions. Like,
[T]hrough the glorious wreck of the smeared and vaulted ceiling light streamed down in such quantities it made Gideon halfway blind again. There were deep couches and seating benches, with cracked covers and the stuffing coming out, with broken armguards and backs. Embroidered throws that clung to the seats like the skins of mummies, piebald where the light had touched them and dank where it hadn’t. Everything in that room was beautiful, and all had gone to seed. It wasn’t like back in the Ninth where unbeautiful things were now old and ruined to boot—the Ninth must have always been a corpse, and corpses putrefied. The House of the First had been abandoned, and breathlessly waited to be used by someone other than time. The floors were of wood—where they weren’t of gold-shot marble, or a rainbow mosaic of tiles gone leprous with age and disrepair—and enormous twin staircases jutted up to the floor above, spread with narrow, moth-eaten rugs. Vines peeked through in number where the glass of the ceiling had cracked, spreading tendrils that had since gone grey and dry. The pillars that reached up to support the shining glass were carpeted thickly with moss, still alive, still radiant, all orange and green and brown. It obscured old portraits on the walls in spatters of black and tan. It hung atop an old, dry fountain made of marble and glass, three tiers deep, a little bit of standing water still skulking in the bottom bowl.
!!!
137 notes
·
View notes
Their laughter patters off like quick summer shower, as sudden as it came. Silence follows.
Shi Qingxuan leans against the glass pane, they've missed this more than they thought. They missed him, of course, they did. Who wouldn't? The cool, hard surface at their back does nothing to quieten the storm in their heart.
“What's wrong?” Are they wishing for the impossible or is that worry in He Xuan's voice? Shi Qingxuan couldn't say, they are an optimist by trade and have no other way to be. They shake their head.
“Nothing. Just thinking about tomorrow. I guess.” They say vaguely enough that He Xuan could take it or leave it.
He takes it.
barnackle blues by 4n0n on AO3
I'm so ending this year with a bang~
Here's my piece for @beefleafbigbang ! I'm so glad I got the chance to illustrate this amazing fic. It was truly a pleasure to work with lovely 4n0n <33 Thank you for your patience and I can only hope I did justice to your story!
74 notes
·
View notes
Training Season by Dua Lipa Directed by Vincent Haycock
54 notes
·
View notes
Concepts for Los Brujos
El Santuario
In my comic the brothers live with their Abuela in her home. From the outside and to untrained eyes it appears like a regular wooden house, but it’s actually a huge sanctuary for troubled spirits. The design is based on typical houses from Puerto Rico, and the concept is loosely inspired by the Winchester house — this sort of haunted house that the owner just kept expanding. I also took inspiration from the bath house in Spirted Away, and Santuario (literally “sanctuary”) is a place where spirits can rest and be in good company.
These kinds of little houses aren’t super commonplace in Puerto Rico anymore — concrete houses are more of the norm, and is the kind of house I lived in as a kid. But I wanted Abuela to seem very old fashioned, plus the family as a whole is not well off financially. Also it only made sense that their haunted house would be a product of the past.
Its definitely not a final design, but closer than I think.
Heres the OG sketch.
237 notes
·
View notes
2024 reads / storygraph
Bitterthorn
gothic fairytale
set in an imaginary German town where every generation, the monstrous witch in the woods steals someone away to be her companion, never seen again
follows the daughter of the duke, lonely and grieving her mother, who offers herself up as the witch’s newest companion
she assumes she’s destined for something horrible, but is mostly left alone in the old castle, and tries to find out more about the mysterious witch & what happened to the previous companions
eerie and atmospheric
61 notes
·
View notes
HE SAID THE THING HE SAID IT😭
«The sanctuary» by EwokRae22
78 notes
·
View notes
This is straight up unpopular opinion
We need to bring back dark atmospheric musicals like Sweeney Todd, Elisabeth, and Phantom of the Opera
109 notes
·
View notes
Blue Lily, Lily Blue ch 15 // Mister Impossible ch 25
41 notes
·
View notes