ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A KNIGHT...
the visual inspiration for this was a combination of Frederic William Burton's Meeting on the Turret Stairs and also Bernardo Cavallino's The vision of St. Dominic receiving the Rosary from the Virgin
this was supposed to be just a one off illustration to get the thoughts out of my system, but then I started thinking about medieval politics and warfare and plagues and a castle and home as both a place of refuge, a prison, and a tomb, so perhaps they will end up as ex voto characters as well.
you may say, hey! that rosary looks like it has too many beads! it's a fifteen decade rosary, probably. dominicans are really into marian devotions. it works out.
also. spiral style stair cases. oh boy. it was that unexpectedly more difficult than I originally thought it would be to draw. the more I think about it, the less I understand them, even though I had a million photos of the stairs in front of me while I was drawing it.
⭐ I have a tip jar (ko-fi)!
⭐ and other places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app
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look, i know everyone said that the new interview with the vampire show was incredible but holy shit i was not prepared for how incredible this show is
like, not only is louis interesting now, he is incredibly compelling! his once-bland internal dilemma is now given actual weight because it's not just the same old Thou Shalt Not Kill But I Am Hungry story, it's tempered through his righteous fury at how black people have been treated all these years, how many people have wronged him and laughed and expected him to laugh along, how his ties to the community that once saved him are now turning to nooses around his throat, how his family that he once provided for and relied on have now come to fear him
that, combined with his explicit homosexuality, and with lestat being the only one who seemed to accept him and love him for all that he is, and how that is both comforting and incredibly toxic and combined with sam reid's insane charisma and mania and gravity as lestat that make it completely understandable why louis would still be drawn to him in spite of everything
and how they've used the changes from the original to this one to examine how memory shifts regarding someone who was so intense and formative in your life even if they were ultimately so controlling and abusive but still left such huge gouges in your personality like knives
like
fuck
this is the best-written show i have seen in a long time like this is top-tier writing holy shit
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The New Kid
Ectoberhaunt 2023 Day 3: White Crow
Summary: Danny continues to mind his own business whist freaking out everyone around him with his mere existence.
A short "Cryptid Danny" fic, with a twist.
Words: 509
CW: mild horror, mild body horror
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"White Crow": a member of a group who is different from the rest. Elaya vorona (бе́лая воро́на) in Russian, kalāg-e sefīd (کلاغ سفید) in Persian. Similar to English's "Black Sheep".
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The New Kid was exceptionally unnerving.
Friendly enough, if one got the chance to talk to him - which was kinda rare. He was territorial and kept to himself which, fair enough. But he never really seemed interested in getting to know anyone.
But despite being, on the surface, a pretty normal New Kid, there was something very wrong with him.
No-one could put their fingers on it at first. And no-one liked to talk about it. Because how could you talk about…that?
His eyes, for one. A nice, normal, luminous green for the most part. But when he was tired, or distracted, they would… they’d dull. Lose all traces of light, and just go empty. They’d flicker back on as soon as you’d caught it, and one might chalk it up to a trick of the light. He’d smile a normal smile, and you’d forget you’d seen anything. Or maybe, try to forget.
His teeth, too. A perfectly average maw of razor-sharp fangs. But he covered his mouth with his hand when he smiled or laughed. If one looked beyond that, they might see - or rather, sense - a jaw of blunt, flat, incisors and molars. Prey’s teeth. Mortal teeth.
But prey shouldn’t fill you with such discomfort. Should it?
He was probably just developing his shapeshifting skills early. That was probably it.
Youngblood swore he’d seen him drift through a wall, once. In the Ghost Zone.
Youngblood was hardly a reputable news source.
All the same.
Then, then, there was his voice. How sometimes (always when he was tired or injured or distracted) he’d talk and his voice would just… dampen. Vanish into nothingness. No echo, or reverberation through the ectoplasm around him. Nothing to carry his words through to other ghosts. And, once, again, everything would reset, and he’d be a normal ghost.
There was a theme - moments of flatness, dullness, of disconnect. Moments of mortality.
The worst one was when he would breathe. He wouldn’t even hide it. After a territorial spar (which he took way too seriously) he’d float there, victorious, and his chest would expand and retract like some wet, dying thing. Bodies weren’t meant to move like that. Not after death.
And it wouldn’t be so bad if he was weak.
Freaks came and went. There was enough variety amongst ghostkind that any one, or even multiple of these things, could be brushed off.
But the New Kid was strong. Stronger than any of them. He’d been around for no time at all and defeated every one of them in combat, even the strongest of them. His abilities were coming in fast, too fast, and he had too many. No ghost should have a portfolio that large, and know how to use their new powers so well.
He got better with every fight.
They were training him, without realizing. Feeding him.
But there’s the rub. To back off, to withhold from indulging in one’s Earthly Obsession, to bow to his obscenely large territory? The thought alone was obscene.
And what would be the repercussions?
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some new tags ?? some new tags !! + affiliate tags :]
. 🕸️ HOW OUT OF HAND IT’S GOTTEN ╱ ooc.
. 🕸️ MY FLESH IS LACED WITH SUGAR AND MAGGOTS ╱ asks.
. 🕸️ YOU SAY YOU MISS ME ( I’M RIGHT HERE ) ╱ starters.
. 🕸️ WITH PINK EYESHADOW AND A SOBBING PRAYER ╱ isms.
. 🕸️ ANYTHING COULD BE HOLY UNDER NEON LIGHTS ╱ visage.
. 🕸️ DO YOU FEEL THE EYES OVER YOUR BODY STILL? ╱ promo.
. 🕸️ TO SWEETLY MELT IN SIN ╱ rp memes.
. 🕸️ I DRINK ; I BURN ; I SHATTER MY OWN DREAMS ╱ open starter.
. 🕸️ YOUR FISH HOOK IN MY MOUTH ╱ crack.
. 🕸️ EATEN IN PIECES ; NOT MEANT TO BE KNOWN WHOLE ╱ ic.
. 🕸️ I BELIEVE YOU LIKE A BEATEN DOG ╱ dash games.
. 🕸️ I WILL NEVER BE FORGIVEN FOR WANTING ╱ affiliates.
. 🕸️ KISS ME WITH MY BLOOD BETWEEN YOUR TEETH ╱ ships.
. 🕸️ TO BE LOOKED AT &. NEVER SEEN ╱ art.
. 🕸️ TOUCHED DOWN TO THE DELICATE BONES ╱ poetry.
. 🕷 | IN NEON LIGHTS ╱ canon &. main verse.
. 🕷 | THE CALL OF THE ANGELS ╱ overlord verse.
. 🕷 | FEATHER BOAS AND GLITTER ╱ 70’s verse. (ft. sirserpentine)
. 🕷 | OVERSEER OF HELL ╱ zestial’s employee verse (ft. zestials)
. 🕷 | GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY ╱ human verse.
. 🕷 | LACED WITH BELLADONNA ╱ lost twins verse (ft. spyderdust)
. ♡ DO YOU LIKE THE SHOW ? ARE YOU TIRED OF IT ? ╱ videoaux.
. ♡ THE LAST SHRED OF TRUTH IN THE LOST MYTH OF TRUE LOVE ╱ hellsbroadcaster.
. ♡ I COULD NEVER DEFINE ALL THAT YOU ARE TO ME ╱ r-adio.
. ♡ BUT I’D NEVER SAY I LOVE YOU JUST TO HEAR YOU SAY IT BACK ╱ sirserpentine.
. ♡ I’M PUT TO AWE SOMETHING SO FLAWED AND FREE ╱ dark-ambition.
. ♡ YOUR BEAUTY NEVER EVER SCARED ME ╱ gamblins.
. ♡ THE FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN / THE FACE IN MONOCHROME ╱ zestials.
. ♡ YOU HATE THE APPLAUSE / YOU CRAVE THE ATTENTION ╱ xluciifer.
. ♡ BUT YOU’RE HOLDING ME LIKE WATER IN YOUR HANDS ╱ oriiginis.
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I shall vote for Prowl <3
IDW really did fuck him over though—
Like W H Y
What did the sweet mech do other than exist
They just sorta- saw his logicalness and sternness, and build on his sternness and antisocialness to make him a prick
Even though he’s not
And he’s a very determined mech who wants the best for everyone 👍
Thank you for listening to my tiny rant ^^
because idw believed savant intelligence automatically meant moral ambiguity and because of this, prowl pretty much just became a memed-out punching bag to further the plot and character development of others at his own expense. i feel like a lot of it can boil down to ableism against autism but we won't be getting into that. and no i will not be taking any criticism.
mans rly went from being the model autobot to being the model how to not be an autobot and i think it's lame
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