#Liza Hempstock

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It's my last semester meaning I'm drowning in schoolwork and have no time to sleep or draw anything Star Wars. So in the next few months, I'll post the project I'm working on in school here.

It's based on the book "The Graveyard Book" written by @neil-gaiman. I did the first version back in 2018, and then revisited them in 2021, and now I am revisiting them again cuz my style changed and I can never have enough of this book lol.

Starting off with some sketches of our little guy Nobody "Bod" Owens. Hope you guys enjoy the ride! And pls read this book if you haven't alr im begging

#my art #the graveyard book #neil gaiman #nobody owens #silas #liza hempstock #miss lupescu #the man jack #character design #characterillustration #character development #visual development #animation #art #artists on tumblr

[found-family-tournament]

Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 18 Group 89

Propaganda and further pictures under the cut

The Graveyard: Nobody 'Bod' Owens, Liza Hempstock, Silas, Mr and Mrs Owens, Miss Lupescu

Submissions are still open!

The Graveyard:

Sorry, I got no propaganda for them yet :(

Ingo, Emmet, Elesa, Drayden & Iris:

Okay so I don't know if this counts since Ingo and Emmet are siblings but they adopted Elesa as their sister and (in my headcanon) Drayden is Ingo and Emmet's uncle who adopted Iris, so she's kinda like their cousin bxbxbx I don't know if this makes any sense but I love them

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[natequarter]

weird little ghosts girls... liza hempstock my beloved

#liza hempstock #the graveyard book #she's just. so compelling yknow

[thelastofthebookworms]

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[neil-gaiman]

Hello Mr Gaiman! Its my first time writing to you I hope you're doing well. I just wanted to tell you that I recently finished reading The Graveyard book and it was amazing!! An easy 5 stars. The concept was lovely and I loved seeing Bod grow up and see his relationships develop with various inhabitants of the graveyard.

I think my favourite chapter was the one where they danced the Macabre, I just thought it was wonderfully done and the conversation with him and the lady of grey had something so wonderfully innocent about it. I also loved Liza Hempstock a lot

My other favourite chapter was definitely the one where Bod goes to school. I love how he dealt with the bullies. I thought that was cool how he learnt all of them skills. Which brings me on to Silas. He was really cool and a good guardian towards Bod. Also the PLOT TWIST in this book I definitely did not see coming. Also I love how Bod still called his parents mum and dad eventhough he knew what had happened when he was little.

I will forever be sad that *spoiler for others* Bod left the graveyard, like it was inevitable but it still makes me so sad everytime I think about it. Honestly, it was a lovely book sorry for this little ramble I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate it. The next one on my list in Coraline.

I'm so glad. You are an excellent reader, and I hope you enjoy Coraline!

[ineffablecastielsstuff]

A Graveyard Fanfic

The End (and the Beginning) of Nobody Owens

A short story because I am too lazy to write the longer version...

Nobody Owens opened his eyes.

It took him a while to find his eyelids to do this. There was a funny feeling about his body. It was utterly and completely familiar, and a little bit off at the same time. As if the molecules in his body had a little bit more space between them than he was used to and were swaying slightly in their respective spots.

Bod wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he had taken his final breath., and it didn’t really matter anymore. Time was a mere background noise anymore. Something that was there, to be measured in hours, days, years, decades. But those were just numbers. Time wouldn’t touch him anymore. It would move past him, leave him just a bystander, an observer.

He wouldn’t be able to change the world anymore. His potential had disappeared. Or rather: he had used it up. He was done with life, and life was done with him.

And that was okay. He had used his time wisely. He had seen the world, had felt hot sand under his feet, had felt the water of the sea around his ankle. He had seen palm trees and glaciers, pyramids and vulcanoes, ancient trees and baby giraffes.

He had surrounded himself with breathing people. Strangers at first but then he had gotten to know them, had shared bits of their journey with them and made their journey his own for a while.

He had learned and he had taught things.

He had held children’s hands and watched them grow up.

He had felt pride of their journey, and the anguish in his heart as they were moving on.

He had loved. Platonically, passionately, messily, requitedly and unrequitedly.

He had lived a life. He had used his potential to its fullest. And now he was dead.

Names were floating into his brain like the white fluff of a dandelion that someone had puffed in his direction.

Silas. Mr and Mrs Owens. Liza Hempstock. Fortinbras Bartleby. Mr Pennyworth. And Miss Lupescu.

He hadn’t thought of those names in years. He wasn’t even sure if he had been able to remember them before he had died. Now, in death, they were there, shining bright with love and memories.

People who had loved him and people he had loved. People who had been there for him, taught him, wiped away his tears and shared his laughter. People he had had to leave behind to live his life.

Now though, in death, Bod’s still heart ached for them, longed for them.

His eyes filled with insubstantial tears, casting a veil of longing between him and the world, so that he didn’t see the figure that was approaching him at first. He blinked and forced his eyes to focus until he recognised shapes, angles and colours.

It was the Lady on the Grey riding towards him in a canter that seemed far too fast and very slow at the same time.

She came to a halt in front of him, looked at him with a kind smile and reached out a hand to pull him up behind her, onto the horse’s back.

Bod looked up at her beautiful face, unsure if his old bones were up for a ride, but she just nodded encouragingly.

„Let me take you home,“ she said simply, „There are people waiting for you.“

„But my bones. They are here,“ he replied, gesturing to the graveyard around him

„Yes, they are, Nobody Owens. And they will stay here. You though, the living boy, you can go home now. Come, I will take you there,“ she said.

And Bod laid his ghostly hand in hers, felt her firm grip close around the mist of his fingers and let himself be pulled up behind her.

He felt the Grey starting to move, but his eyes couldn’t make out where they were going until, after some time or maybe no time at all, he saw a familar graveyard take shape around him. And there were the smiling faces of Mr and Mrs Owens, of Silas and everyone else he had forgotten during his life, welcoming him as if they had been waiting for him ever since he had left. And maybe they had.

When he had been a boy he had listened to their stories. He had learned everything they could teach him and he had questioned them about their lives and deaths. On his return he was full of stories himself. And his boyish heart couldn’t wait to tell them.

#Had this in mind for ages #the graveyard book #nobody owens #neil gaiman #fanfiction #writing #short story #neil gaimans masterclass made me do it

[marine-indie-gal]

My Personal take on Liza Hempstock, the Ghost Girl who befriended Bod and was once a Young Girl who was killed during the Witch Trials in the Old Times. She never really did harm people or possessed any witch powers as she was mistaken to believe that she was a Ghost. She even helps Bod throughout his Adventures and even dances to the Danse Macabre. Liza Hempstock (c) Neil Gaiman

#the graveyard book

[hellshee]

The girl fixed him with her beady ghost-eyes and smiled a lopsided smile. She still looked like a goblin, but now she looked like a pretty goblin, and Bod didn’t think she would have needed magic to attract Solomon Porritt, not with a smile like that. “What nonsense. Of course I was a witch. They learned that when they untied me from the cucking stool and stretched me on the Green, nine-parts dead and all covered with duckweed and stinking pond-muck. I rolled my eyes back in my head, and I cursed each and every one of them there on the village Green that morning, that none of them would ever rest easily in a grave. I was surprised at how easily it came, the cursing. Like dancing it was, when your feet pick up the steps of a new measure your ears have never heard and your head don’t know, and they dance it till dawn.” She stood, and twirled, and kicked, and her bare feet flashed in the moonlight. “That was how I cursed them, with my last gurgling pond-watery breath. And then I expired. They burned my body on the Green until I was nothing but blackened charcoal, and they popped me in a hole in the Potter’s Field without so much as a headstone to mark my name,” and it was only then that she paused, and seemed, for a moment, wistful.

#the graveyard book #elizabeth hempstock #liza hempstock #neil gaiman #bookedits #books #myedits

[sofia-gothicquirks]

So, I finished "The Graveyard Book" by @neil-gaiman this week-end and truly I have many thoughts and feelings about it, so will probably write a review for school later - i still haven't stop crying about the last pages. This book destroyed and drained and ruined me emotionally -i needed to write something to deal with it because of that bittersweet of an ending. I guessed i became too attached to fictional characters, AGAIN.

Anyway, here is a tribute to best witch girl, Liza. I simply loved her friendship with Bod, they are lovely lads who deserve all the love.

Liza doesn't have a point of view in the book and since she is my personnal favourite i tried to write about what her feelings may be? I hope if you see this Mr.Gaiman, you will enjoy this little drabble.Thank you, for saving my life with that book. It has become my favourite of all times - it is deep, with many great reflection on life and narratively great and emotionally heavy. Thank you, from the bottom of my reader's heart. You are the gretatest writer and inspiration I ever encountered, in my years of reading.

Say you'll miss me

Liza Hempstock has been dead and burried for a long time and rather honestly deemed herself to be happier that way. Life was wasted on the living - they were stupid, truly idiots and hadn't an idea about the chance, the potential they had - only discovered it too late, always too late. 

So, she quite enjoyed it, to be dead. 

But for all the witch girl hadn't lived a particulary exciting existence, there was a curse that remained unchangeable no matter the centuries.

She was alone, truly and forever.

Unimportant. She has had plenty of time to deal with it and it had became more of an habit than a bitterness now.

She thought it pretty funny, to see that even her own death had something of a mocking, cursed isolation; and sometimes it was a little morose too, without anything to truly change about it.

Nothing ever changes in death. Everybody, be them respectable or cursed, knows that.

But then, there had been the live boy.

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She misses him in every corner.

Somehow, Bod is everywhere yet nowhere to be seen.

She sees him each time she looks at the shimmering tombstone he has made for her so long (a lifetime, a childhood -) ago; sees him whenever she goes bored and passes near Silas' dark chapel; and misses him each day at the lonely Potter's field because he simply is not here, maybe never will be and she can't bother him nor watch him and-

Time is long, when you are dead. 

(She could only get to silently watch interesting people for a distraction, if there was any at all. Often, there was not. Never indeed.)

Sometimes, she knows she had been the stupid one back then - and wishes she had taken more time to talk and maybe laugh with her long-time only friend, in the times his parting seemed only to be a mere far-away fact, instead of teasing him in her silence and taking pleasure in mocking his stupid of a brain when disappearing from his view in typical phantom witch girl fashion.

An unnerving, hammering thought that was, really.

Because she liked that, to annoy him. Boys were perpetually confused and lumpkins at that age after all, alright? Even Mistress Owens said so, and for all little Liza cared about other people's thoughts, she did know Bod's mother was rarely wrong.

Yet, every now and then, she remembers the macabray dance, and remembers holding him a little closer and remembers his little hurt eyes whenever he looked up and she wasn't here; and she misses even the only thought of waiting near the apple tree for his coming, measuring if she might or not appear to his greyish eyes, considering if she would adress him a word that day. She still remembers what it is like, to have a friend who cares. 

Because she can't even have that now. Probably won't have it anymore.

I will miss you too. Always.

He is not here, won't be for another lifetime and she aches.

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She hopes it, that he is living strong and enjoying the change he makes in the world - and if she ever finds out that idiot is not then she shall eventually give him a lecture when he comes back here, if only he does.

It is odd, to not be able to protect him anymore like she used to when he strayed too far from home as a child. The boy has grown fast, and well, and loved, hasn't he?

But for all lumpkin he can be, she still trusts him, always has. And wherever he was, she prayed he was having the time of his life, far away from his bygone home, years distant from his tiny graveyard on the hill in search for everything in this big, unknown world of the living.

#long post #the graveyard book #neil gaiman #Bod Owens #Liza Hempstock

[niksu-agassi]

Rich man, poor man, come away.

Come to dance the Macabray.

Time to work and time to play,

Time to dance the Macabray.

One and all will hears and stay

Come and dance the Macabray.

One to leave and one to stay,

And all to dance the Macabray.

Step and turn, and walk and stay,

Now we dance the Macabray.

Now the Lady on the Grey

Leads us in the Macabray…

Neil Gaiman - The Graveyard Book

#The Graveyard Book #Neil Gaiman #Danse Macabre #Macabray #Dance The Macabray #Dance Macabre #Dance with the Dead #Dance with the Death #The living #The Dead #Book #Bookworm #Bod Owens #Liza Hempstock #Silas #Nobody Owens #Mr Owens #Mrs Owens #Miss Lupescu #Lady on the Grey #Scarlett Amber Perkins

[eggdrawsthings]

Liza Hemstock development. Her design didn't change much from my 2021 version. I just made her hair more floaty and added more dirt on her hands and feet cuz u know she was drowned and burnt. I rushed the turns and poses for class so it's not that good but well whatever lol

#my art #the graveyard book #neil gaiman #liza hempstock #character design #characterillustration #character development #visual development #animation #art #artists on tumblr

[passionatewriter07]

A/N: Hi all! I know, I know. I said I wouldn't be uploading fanfiction until I got my novel done. (It's almost done, by the way.) However, this scene got stuck in my head and I had to write it! It's a short, but warm, oneshot. I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything belonging to the Graveyard Book. The genius that is Neil Gaiman does.

Rating: K

Summary: Bod has kept his promise. He's had many adventures, experienced as much as he could. In short, he's had a full life. But now it's time for him to return home. (Oneshot, rated K.)

Word count: 478

#the graveyard book #neil gaiman #fanfiction #my fanfiction #fan art #nobody owens #liza hempstock #mrs owens #my imaginings

[thelastofthebookworms]

Please reblog if you want others to vote. I'll make polls with other female characters (co)-written by Neil Gaiman, don't hesitate to mention your favorites if you don't find them here.

#polls #gaiman's female characters #sandman #anansi boys #good omens #american gods #the graveyard book #neverwhere #coraline #stardust #the ocean at the end of the lane

[neil-gaiman]

Hello. Firstly, congratulations on Sandman. Secondly, thank you for all of the Hempstocks. I've decided that Daisy, Liza, and Lettie (and any others I may have missed or you've not yet written) are related. But that's my headcanon. Is it your's?

It is.

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#care #TheGraveyardBook

#care #Liza Hempstock #The Graveyard Book #Neil Gaiman

[ichabodcranemills]

I'm gonna have to write Bod Owens/Liza Hempstock fanfic myself???

#I can't do that!! my brain is cotton balls at the moment and I have so maby WIPs #fun fact! I have an academic paper about Liza Hempstock written on better times #god I want my 2017 brain back