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sneez · 13 days

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pathologic but it's a lost 1920s german expressionist film [id under cut]

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image 1: a digital drawing of a fake poster, using bright colours and rough, painterly brushstrokes. the title, 'pest' (german for 'plague'), is written at the top in spiky black text. in the foreground a man dressed as a tragedian is staring intently at the viewer, his hands raised and splayed as if in horror. in the background, the town is framed against a red sky, with the polyhedron in yellow behind.

images 2 and 3: fake casting sheets for the film, with the names of the actors and the characters they are playing above a black-and-white portrait photograph of them. all the text is in german. in english it reads: 'Pest', a film by Robert Wiene Alfred Abel as Victor Kain Ernst Busch as Grief Lil Dagover as Katerina Saburova Ernst Deutsch as the Bachelor Carl de Vogt as Vlad the Younger Marlene Dietrich as the Inquisitor Willy Fritsch as Mark Immortell Alexander Granach as Andrey and Peter Stamatin Bernhard Goetzke as General Block Dolly Haas as the Changeling Ludwig Hartau as the Haruspex Brigitte Helm as Anna Angel Brigitte Horney as Maria Kaina Emil Jannings as Big Vlad Gerda Maurus as Yulia Lyuricheva Lothar Menhert as Georgiy Kain Asta Nielsen as Lara Ravel Ossi Oswalda as Eva Yan Fritz Rasp as Stanislas Rubin Conrad Veidt as Alexander Saburov and Tragedian Paul Wegener as Oyun Gertrud Welcker as Aspity

image 4: four digital sketches of set designs for various locations. all are strongly influenced by expressionist imagery, using extreme angles, warped perspective, and dramatic shapes. they are labelled 'street 1' (a street lined with houses), 'street 2' (a square with a lamppost and a set of steps), 'polyhedron exterior' (the polyhedron walkway), and 'cathedral interior' (the dais at the far end of the cathedral).

image 5: four digital drawings in a black-and-white watercolour style, showing fake stills from the film. all are similarly distorted and lit by dramatic lighting. the first shows katerina's bedroom, with katerina standing in the centre of the floor. the second shows the interior of an infected house. the third shows daniil staring out of the frame in horror, one hand on his head and the other raised as if to ward something off. the fourth shows an intertitle with jagged white text reading 'the first day' against a dark background.

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#pathologic #artwork #conrad veidt #(i know there are many other actors but i dont have tags for them my bad)#anyway :D this has been my brain project for the past week or so i have been thinking about it so much #i have so many more things i want to draw for it but i am trying to hold myself back. for the sake of my Wrists #also obviously the cast list is way whiter than it should be for pathologic but german expressionist cinema was not particularly diverse an #i was trying to go for realism so apologies for that #i had so much fun with these i dont normally draw locations because i prefer drawing people but i found it so much more enjoyable #when i could mess around with the perspective and make stuff look wacky. thank you expressionism i love you expressionism #also it goes without saying that i was most heavily inspired by the cabinet of dr caligari (which is why i went with robert wiene. he would #do such a great job i think)#i hope you are all well my friends :D kiss you

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cubedmango · 10 months

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klapollo week day 7 - aa4 sequel

you still have me

#apollo justice #klavier gavin #klapollo #ace attorney #klapolloweek2023 #my art #aasajhfhh this is so rushed i wanted to work on it more but i had somewhere to be today so i couldnt :(#maybe ill polish it up later aaahhh #anyways its been another great klapollo week ty everyone for looking at my stuff !!! more klapollies to come soon hopefully

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quirinah · 10 days

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ummmmmmm guys this dungeons looking a little dark here..........................ummmm..... hello??? guys??

#quirinahdraws #darkest dungeon #darkest dungeon 2 #IVE BEEN IN THE TRENCHES SO I NEED 2 POST MY EARLY APRIL DRAWINGS FROM WHEN I WAS (am) PLAYING THIS GAME TERMINALLY....#try to guess my favorite character (very difficult impossible /j)#notable moments include reynauld and dismas kicking the bucket in my first year to which i thought after the latter. ok at least theyre #together in death or watever. anyways i got a beyond the grave a week later with both of them and i could only revive one of them and my #first thought was wow! this would make great angst fodder! i should make a comic (and then i didnt)#but dismas is dead so i can never get the achievement but he basically carried me thru vvulf bc i didnt have any legend lvl frontliners and #i didnt know u could just sacrifice a hero to retreat. or that you had to destroy the bomb barrel HAHAHAHAH but we defeated vvulf SOMEHOW #sketchdump #digital #dd plague doctor #dd jester #dd shieldbreaker #dd arbalest #dd abomination #SORRY FOR YAOIFYING BIGBY THAT BADLY IDK WHAT HAPPENED...ETTO.......#my favorite builds are damage over time <3 number one blight buddy supporter #but marked for death r also my pookies....i just find marked builds a little awkward to use imo. but bh is like my blorbo #i find it funny drawing any of the charas bc i feel like i always draw characters a little too cutesy/colorful but its shrimpresting

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incorrectzutaraquotes · 2 months

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zuko: we just need one of those construction trucks. with the thingys to pick stuff up

katara: the forklift ??

zuko: hey i never said i was smart i just know it exists

katara: i never said i was smart either i had to look up the damn name of the vehicle.

katara: i knew ‘lift’ was in there somewhere my remaining 2 brain cells are close to deteriorating

sokka: you two should join forces

zuko: we did. it took both of our brain power to come up with forklift

#source: shit me and my friends have said #guess which one i was 😁😁#zutara #zuko #katara #atla #avatar the last airbender #incorrect zutara quotes #incorrect quotes #anyway it’s been nearly 2 years hello everyone #i hope u missed me #or maybe u didn’t #it’s okay #with the live action atla i figured now would be a great time to revive this account #love yall and free palestine !!!#if u want sources to educate and help palestinians my twitter is @brvcewcynes #all week for the strike but also just in general i try to rt everyday

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ricky-mortis · 9 days

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Sir John Herschel you will always be famous

#I love this man #and pulp musicals #haven’t been able to stop listening to it for the past two weeks #guys this hyperfixation is strong #the iron grip it has on my brain is not letting go anytime soon #it’s been a minute since I’ve posted art (literally only two weeks but that’s a while for me)#I swear I’m gonna post more soon #someone set the difficulty up while I wasn’t looking and I’m still getting my bearings #anyways expect more pulp stuff sometime soon #curt mega characters my beloved #also if you got this far in the tags- imma just say shout out to the Blinky’s Rewatch Party discord #literally the best people in the world #pulp musicals #sir john herschel #curt mega #the brick satellite #the great moon hoax #matt dahan

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vivribbon · 3 months

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sou math

#txt #your turn to die #yttd #yttd spoilers #i've been watching my bestie play this game for me over the past few weeks and i came up with this idea last night and had to make it #anyways this game is making me feel insane. it's great

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pherredraws · 7 months

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taz steeplechase ep 40 doodles

#taz #taz steeplechase #the adventure zone #the age reveal gave me so much to work with re: maskless montrose thank you griffin.#i made his hair darker since he clearly dies it if no one can tell his actual age #dyes it? anyway #the second one is just a meme i found on pinterest lol #montrose and shoebox’s dynamic is so funny she trips him up SO much #i hope they hang out more. this is great #ik they described his clothes but i’m not changing the design ive been going with for literal weeks nuh huh

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froggtogs · 6 months

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some totk links i drew for a project in business class

#go go swot analysis #i had to draw base link so that he’s recognizable but hey i still got to draw him for class #been working my ass off but i have a break soon so more fun art ig #two more weeks #anyways have a great day :)#art #fanart #froggtogs #legend of zelda #totk link #link totk #tears of the kingdom #swot analysis #swot #loz totk #totk fanart

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bionicboxes · 1 month

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some sillies

#box art #dbd #dead by daylight #the hillbilly #the spirit #max thompson jr #rin yamaoka #the ghostface #ghostface #danny johnson #blood #body horror #max/rin friendship propaganda but also i was just drawing the characters i like #I was gonna wait until I had more drawings to post a bigger compilation w/ more characters but im impatient and that would take awhile #because school's been busy and ive got a busy next few weeks ahead #anyway i love putting characters in situations wholly unrelated to their original context its great.

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mishidefresa · 2 years

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Some old doodles

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royalarchivist · 1 year

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Maxo: I haven't received an answer. Is there no one else on the island? Is it only us and The Federation?

How are we going to find answers about this mysterious island? This island, with a challenging but beautiful landscape, has pushed us to find out what hides in its depths.

With each sunrise our hopes to find life signs beyond our little community vanish... leaving a void in our souls. This is the story of people obligated to stay on an island looking for answers and a path or the truth... in the midst of an enigma that seems endless.

As days pass by, our courage and determination are being tested by the challenges of the island revealing secrets that threaten our view of reality.

The members of the Federation, an enigmatic and almighty organization, seem to be the only ones who possess any information about this place.

But their intentions and loyalty-

[Subscriber TTS plays]

Silence!

But their intentions and loyalty are questionable. Will they guide us to the truth? Or will they guide us further into the abyss of the unknown?

#AgenteMaxo #Maximus #QSMP #QSMP Federation #MAN. MANNNNNN. MAXIMUS IS SO FRICKIN COOL YOU GUYS.#Fell in love with his character during KarmaIand and haven't looked back since. Man's got such a great understanding of storytelling #also his voice ROCKS #when he did Sapo Peta I was like ''IS THAT HIS REAL VOICE??''#then I heard his usual voice and I was like wtf that is. it's just a little bit deeper for Sapo Peta #wild #Anyways. This is a Maximus appreciation post #I did not translate nor subtitle this I yoinked this directly from the QSMP official updates account #but no one talks about Maximus on here so I'm rolling up my sleeves and doing my part #Not to sound like a Snob BUT-#[proceeds to sound like a snob]#I'm very picky about subtitles because some can be very hard to read #and one of the subtitling styles the updates accounts has been using sucks #it's way too bouncy for me #and distracting #they've dialed it down in recent weeks which I really appreciate #but I think this is my favorite format they've used thus-far #Thank you QSMP editors and updates accounts I owe you my life o7

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sagau-my-beloved · 1 year

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Death At The Hands Of A God Pt. 2

Warnings: general sagau, imposter au, light descriptions of violence/gore, you're resurrected after being killed (by Venti), not really angst but not really comfort or fluff either

Death was not as dark or empty as you had come to expect...

Was this death? Or maybe something in between—

Yes, that seemed like a better way to describe what you were experiencing, something in between real and unreal, existence and nothingness.

You couldn't think, see, feel, anything, as if you were simply a disembodied form of consciousness, waiting.

For what?

You didn't possess that answer, nor the ability to even contemplate the question. If you had the ability to think, you would have wondered briefly if this was what the characters you played as experienced when falling in battle, a void detached from both time and space.

This state of mere existence didn't last long, or, perhaps, it did. Perhaps it lasted many lifetimes, eons upon eons. It's not as if you would have recognized the difference, no different than how time passed when asleep.

You were pulled passively away, out of that void which welcomed you so, called for you, urged you to stay in its own impartial way. A call you didn't have the ability to respond to, as it simply wasn't your choice.

When you opened your eyes again you were met with something unfamiliar, the only hint of recollection stemming from a strong sense of déjà vu and nothing more.

It took you a moment to regain a sense of thought, of consciousness, remember that you were, in fact, an organic being even capable of having thoughts.

You blinked gently, taking in the scene before you, the soft breeze and wide planes spanning on for miles, the sparsely scattered trees, and the brief reflection of a river. You recognized it, in a way, and something in the back of your mind screamed that you were in danger, as if your subconscious knew of what your conscious self was trying so hard to remember.

It took but a second to move your head downward, your eyes finding themselves looking upon a kneeling form that seemed rather unaware of your presence, despite being directly beneath you. It took another moment for your brain to process what exactly you were seeing and why you felt so stricken with terror.

Oh.

Oh god.

As if having the air forcibly removed from your lungs, you felt the world around you collapse, instinctually bringing your hands up to your own throat where you last remembered feeling anything at all.

The sharp inhale is what caught his attention, what caused the previously silent archon, you had come to recognize as no other than your murderer, to raise his head in an unsure movement of fear and hope.

It was you, oh god, it was you.

The weight of every conceivable emotion that tangibly existed ran through his body, only an underlying inkling of self-restraint stopped him from lunging at your feet. He had been praying to you before your sudden appearance, begging for forgiveness, and what else could this be?

It had been only a month since your "passing", and Venti found himself engaging in ritualistic prayer every day since. It was the only thing that kept him sane with his past actions weighing on him constantly, a way to remind himself that you were still alive in spirit. While your mortal shell may be gone, the essence of the almighty creator would forever linger. It was only during these moments of prayer that Venti felt any semblance of the freedom he lost, the freedom he mourned, so he could pretend, if only for a moment, that everything was no different than how it was before that night.

The month had been the purest form of heavenly torture, and no amount of alcohol or sleep could distract him long enough to even pretend that all was well. His presence all but disappeared from the face of Teyvat, as he simply spent more time staring at one of your many shrines than breathing most days. The death of the creator, the murderer of an eternal god, a curse he alone had to bear the knowledge of.

His restraint broke quickly as you seemed to stumble backwards, creating more distance between the two of you than he was comfortable with.

"Your grace."

Felling your title on his tongue, feeling how it passed through his lips, he dreamed nightly of this moment, when he was able to dream of anything other than you so gracefully falling and the golden essence that seeped from your form where his arrow pierced it.

"You."

His heart fell, dropped down into his stomach, and shattered.

"You grace I—, I..."

Despite his seemingly endless internal thesaurus, the bards' mind drew a blank on what to say next.

What could be said? Was this not forgiveness? Was it not your will to grace him again with your presence after an agonizing month alone?

He didn't know you, not really, not personally. All he could attribute you to was the subtle feeling in the back of his mind, the strange whisper helping to guide his choices, the feeling of being watched over, before his mistake that is.

He knew of your legend, too. All the thousands of songs composed in your honor by heart, the unrelenting chattering of people carried by the wind when your name graced their lips. Every short story and unprovable myth about your existence prior, your power of creation and how you passed that power down to the mortals you created.

He knew the idea of you, no different than how his people knew the idea of Barbatos, though never truly him. Yet, as he looked upon you, past the fear, past your human vessel, there was a sense of deep familiarity that rang out and flooded his senses. A feeling that made him want nothing more than to simply know you, know everything unspoken and hidden beneath the layers of divinity, stay with you always and cherish every new piece of information, no matter how miniscule.

You glanced quickly to the left, thinking very carefully about simply making a run for it, wondering how much time you'd have before he could draw his bow and why he hadn't done so yet. Your body froze slightly at the thought, flashes of your prior life running through your mind and the unbridled fear they brought.

Venti seemed to pick up on your train of thought and couldn't stop himself from jumping into action at even the notion of more space being forced between you.

"I'm so so so sorry. I know I can't begin to repent, but please. I took care of the offender! You don't have to worry about them now—"

While rambling, Venti was inching ever closer to where you stood, trying to get close enough to safely grab on to any part of you and never let go. If he could just touch you, just secure the fact in his mind that you were alive.

Your mind was spinning with all the information, still not working at full capacity, muddled and hazy.

"Offender?" Was all you managed to choke out, wondering briefly if he was referring to your past life.

His face paled slightly at your tone. Did you really, truly not know the reason he was forced to—?

"The one in your throne, the one who took your place... The one who— who ordered your... death."

It hurt him to say the word, physically pained him, as if it was a blade caught in his throat, a harsh reminder of his transgressions.

"I— what?"

Venti had made it close enough to wrap his arms around your legs, clinging on for dear life as he reviled in feeling you, prepared to take any blows from your hand if only to stay there, it wasn't as if he didn't deserve it, and it would be blasphemy to deny anything you were gracious enough to give him.

You jumped at the sudden contact, but it was obvious he meant you no harm, though, that fact was particularly hard to convince your mind as it screamed at you to run away from the offender.

For a brief moment, the Venti you knew flashed in your mind as you felt his hands gripping the fabric of your clothes, clouded your vision with how often you used to admire him, back when this was all nothing more than a game. Just a simple game. The concept felt so foreign now.

You shifted your weight slightly and felt him hold on tighter. It took you a moment to realize he was crying, silent tears adorning his soft features.

What could you do? Was it even humanly possible to forgive something of this nature? Had any other being ever been faced with making this choice?

You had to clear your mind, ignore everything around you and focus on what you now knew. This was real, you were some figure of importance— or at the very least looked similar to one, and your death was ordered by someone who had control of even the gods of this world.

You looked down again at him, how he looked so desperate and utterly heartbroken, how he really believed himself to be the bearer of the ultimate transgression.

Without thinking, you moved your hand to his face, brushing your fingertips against the flushed skin, damp with tears. His eyes opened at your touch as he looked up at you, his hands moving from around your leg to your hand, grasping it tight as he held it to his face. This was certainly an odd form of comfort, if it could even be called that, but any touch from you was nothing but divine bliss for him.

Venti mumbled things against your skin now as he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing again, as if in prayer. He spoke breathy promises of love, devotion, and repentance, of an infinity without pain or sorrow under his watch, how he'd spend his entire immortal life by your side if you'd allow it, making up for his grave sin.

The few words you caught only led to a growing concern. This wasn't the carefree and playful bard you knew, nor was it the caring but serious god who loved his nation, this was something else entirely, something desperate and zealous, something dangerous...

You started to wonder how long it would take for you to regret your inevitable resurrection when faced with an immortal god who would not live to see you part from him again…

#genshin impact #genshin venti #sagau #genshin x reader #venti x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin x reader #sagau impostor au #this has been in my drafts for like 2 months #and i decided to finish it on a whime #so not great but at least it's no longer in my drafts and i can write other things #anyway hi howdy #it's been a second huh #part 2 of me not being able to write dialogue ever yippy #it's finals next week y'all #I'm about to be free

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