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katabay · 4 months

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MY DEAR VICTOR

“My dear Victor,” cried he, “what, for God’s sake, is the matter? Do not laugh in that manner. How ill you are! What is the cause of all this?”

“Do not ask me,” cried I, putting my hands before my eyes, for I thought I saw the dreaded spectre glide into the room; “he can tell. Oh, save me! Save me!” I imagined that the monster seized me; I struggled furiously and fell down in a fit.

Poor Clerval! What must have been his feelings? A meeting, which he anticipated with such joy, so strangely turned to bitterness. But I was not the witness of his grief, for I was lifeless and did not recover my senses for a long, long time.

This was the commencement of a nervous fever which confined me for several months. During all that time Henry was my only nurse. I afterwards learned that, knowing my father’s advanced age and unfitness for so long a journey, and how wretched my sickness would make Elizabeth, he spared them this grief by concealing the extent of my disorder. He knew that I could not have a more kind and attentive nurse than himself; and, firm in the hope he felt of my recovery, he did not doubt that, instead of doing harm, he performed the kindest action that he could towards them.

Frankenstein; or, the Modern Prometheus, Mary Shelley (CHAPTER 5)

ah, to be cared for! the unconditional depth and gentleness of it. also have you guys ever listen to the ost for the korean frankenstein musical. sometimes I think about how musical!victor uses his henry's (dupre in the musical, not clerval, but henry all the same) head for his creation. that's also an unconditional something!!

ngl I considered attempting a full bernie wrightson homage for this, but then I thought about how I like having fun and that would totally ruin my hands for the week and settled for drawing a bunch of lines until I got tired of drawing lines lmao

ko-fi⭐ bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost ⭐ cara.app

#mary shelley's frankenstein #victor frankenstein #henry clerval #komiks tag #for context. i usually enjoy drawing a lot of line heavy illustrations #i do most cross hatching by hand and just. really love drawing lines #however. bernie wrightson's frankenstein illustrations are operating on a whole different level of Goddamn #i did a master copy of one of them once and couldn't draw for two days after i finished #which is an extremely unrecommended condition to find yourself in which is why i gave up on trying to achieve a similar art aesthetic #i do find myself going back to edward gorey a lot tho

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gambeque · 2 months

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PLEASE share the frog pics i GOTTA see some boys

many little dudes for u

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#i wish i had more pics of the piles of frogs lol #but they squirm a lot it was hard #ask tag #the bull frog up top was a pain in the ass to catch omg #it was an algae clean and i didnt want that fucker to get NUKED but she was so goddamn fast #and she kept kicking up algae #but i caught it

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ribbononline · 7 months

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And some halloweeny fusions, heres mimikyu/gardevoir, mismagius/altaria and flutter mane/salazzle !!

#i had two others planned but i couldnt get them to look right esp w a lot of deadlines irl too. ah well. im v happy w the mimivoir and #the salazzle!#pokemon fusion #gardevoir #mimikyu #altaria #mismagius #flutter mane #salazzle #technically theres also salandit and misdreavus as cameo but i wont tag them #please do not look at the altaria one on a white bg it looks goddamn insane like that #the mimivoir also has had a downsized version made of it w out the halloween extras to fit into infinite fusion WWWW #pixel art

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ind1c0lite · 9 months

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Profiles for the- at least most relevant characters for the copycat au! (minus apollo since he's the pov for this hfjgkhl)

(close up of the mugshots under the cut)

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denzartriste · 3 months

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I wanted to say "It's valentines day somewhere!!!" but that is factually incorrect and i cant do my little ha ha funny. @mcyt-valentines for @swellsha ! did two drawings, i am an overachiever but we all benefit don't we

I reallyyyyy like the first drawing, the second one needs more contrast with Pearl's undershirt and her hair and i forgot the large majority of Cleo's accessories BUT I REALLY LOVE THE FIRST DRAWING SO IT DOES IN NO WAY MATTER

#id in alt text #i was zoning out a lot doing this drawing so i blame that on all the details i didnt add #my art #fancy art #i do sketchy lineart so this couldddd count as my “Sketch art” tag but i did NOT do goddamn lineart just to tag this as sketch art. i refus #fridge worthy art #zombiecleo #pearlescentmoon #trafficshipping #mcyt valentines

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crabs-brencil · 3 months

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older art dump bc this is literally my only true storage of my art rn and it hurts my hand too much to scroll all the way through my posts lol huzzah

ew there's a 10 photo limit i guess i have to start picking favourites now

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no-truce-with-the-heroes · 7 months

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i can't believe there's still people out there who genuinely think Ochako would "kill Toga on sight" at this point

like, okay, there's the anime-only people who aren't aware of manga developments or are actively avoiding spoilers, and of course there's all the people who clearly stopped giving a shit ages ago (yet somehow still feel completely secure making blanket declarations about a franchise they no longer keep up with???)

but even then, and even if you're not a shipper or just don't like the characters-- how can anyone have ever believed that makes any sense ever? like we're not even talking self-defense apparently? just "on sight"? who do you think Ochako is, the Punisher in pink?

like i don't think i'm especially media literate myself, but-- how is it possible for people to be this bad at reading where a narrative is going?

because of course that's exactly what the Togachako plotline was leading up to, clearly the ultimate endpoint of developing Toga Himiko as a sympathetic villain important to Ochako's heroic actualization was a teenager unquestioningly enacting the extrajudicial murder of another teenager

that's exactly what MHA is all about, right? that's the sort of person Ochako is, the kind of hero that she wants to be? that's definitely good storytelling and not at all inane or grotesque? ugh

#don't want to cause/deal with any drama and it'd be doubly not worth it on a post that wasn't even about togachako #i just need to vent somewhere or i'll stew on it for ages #an offhanded comment in tags is so not worth this amount of anger and yet ohhhh i am mad #honestly this is probably less about that post and more about all the similar shit i saw on That Hellsite when the 391+ spoilers dropped #bakugou stans i have so much respect for you all i would be dead within a day if i had to deal with this BS as often as you do #mha spoilers #bnha spoilers #not really any actual spoilers but ig the vague allusions are still worth tagging for the previously-mentioned anime people #rest of the post sounded like shit opinions too but i didn't really get the whole context and not interested in looking further #this shit has already lived in my head rent-free long enough #no but seriously as a togachako OTP shipper there are in fact a lot of rational reasons for why the ship shouldn't work #canon is currently laughing maniacally in the face of your rationality but at least those reasons do make sense #why would you choose this goddamn Ochako slander as your reasoning instead

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deeply-unserious-fellow · 8 months

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God fucking damnit I KNOW Im never gonna find someone to talk abt my stupid little SP ships with if I dont come clean abt shipping them SOME TIME but I also REALLY DON'T WANT TO because NO MATTER WHAT I SHIP I feel like SOMEBODY'S gonna start HARASSING ME ABOUT IT OH MY FUCKING GOD-

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inexplicably-spookified · 6 months

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misc. crosscode doodles

bonus doodles for an oc AU idea i had under the cut

#crosscode #emilie #lea #the designer #c'tron #my ocs #murasaki #kioshi sakamoto #scribblins #goddamn that's a lot of tags #anyway as you can see i am continuing to be so very very normal about this game

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aham13 · 10 days

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obsessed with fics where hannibal being a cannibal is just so not the biggest problem will has and not even a huge part of the story

#hannibal #hannibal nbc #hannigram #been reading a lot of abo and it’s usually the last thing on will’s mind #there are bigger things on his plate than the cannibalism thing #just realized this is kinda cannon hannigram #this is about the tag ‘Hannibal may or may not be a cannibal’#so goddamn funny

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angelspenance · 10 months

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Shoutout to queer masculinity. Butches, transmascs, amab people who enjoy the masculine parts of themselves, gnc people, etc etc. No if ands or buts.

#cath.txt #putting this in the tags and probably in my drafts wine cellar but goddamn. people will always go 'I love transmascs' and then preach solely #about malewives and 'submissive and breedable' and how I look with he/him in my bio. which is fine and real. but it's the absolute lack of #the opposite being as prevalent. thank god for lesbians up butch posting and that typa shit because a lot of the time beyond that it's like #oh hi absolute lack of acknowledgement for amab nonbinary people who aren't fem leaning. of posts about transmasc people who aren't notably #gnc. of jokes about hating men that kinda toe the line of 'hey. that's similar to how te/rfs think.' of acknowledgement of masc trans women.#*lack of acknowledgement.#it's like. hey. people are allowed to be masculine without there being a punchline or a 'but.'#ya know what. fuck it. andddd post.

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t4tails · 1 month

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fantasy high had middle school me in a chokehold i was so fucking obsessed with it i remember just completely covering lined page after lined page with drawings of those characters. i frequently, deliberately did this in the open so classmates would see them, ask what they were, and id have an excuse to infodump about it. and this was like, while sophomore year was airing

#og post #i never really kept up with d20 after that LOL #i do remember watching fabians battle against the pirates in s2 live and being stressed out of my goddamn mind #and i remember perusing the tumblr tag before it really took off so a lot of the posts were people talking about their fantasy high #as in drugs and not a dnd actual play show lmao

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karamazovanon · 9 months

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you cannot exhume a soul

— "Either he will rise up in the light of truth, or … perish in hatred, taking vengeance on himself and on everyone else for his having served that in which he does not believe" (The Brothers Karamazov, Dostoevsky tr. McDuff, p. 837)

#the brothers karamazov #ivan fyodorovich karamazov #alyosha fyodorovich karamazov #aleksey fyodorovich karamazov #first line is a lyric from god is dead? by black sabbath bc if im gonna inflict my art on yall then im also gonna inflict my music taste #sorry i keep drawing ivan sweaty and miserable it will happen again #his w/ill g/raham arc just goes too hard i cant help it #also i hate that alyosha cut his hair short and took off the cassock bc now i have to choose between textual accuracy and his objectively #cooler fit from the beginning of the book #the cassock and long hair solos sorry!!!#anonart #ivan #alyosha #also i bought a copy of c&p bc tbk is the first dostoevsky ive read so expect me to be annoying about that soon probably #also also i want to draw ivan w horns and a tail and alyosha w wings and a halo but im scared of fandomificating them.#plus idk what id draw dmitry with #anyway lmk if u want to see that bc i am incredibly susceptible to peer pressure #GODDAMN I TALK A LOT TAGS OVER SORRY

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whollyjoly · 30 days

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for some reason i can't explain i know saint peter won't call my name

nothing that lives, lives forever - an immortal soldier!alton more au

(1.1k of snippets from my old guard(ish) au where alton more is old, too old, and has been living and fighting far longer than anyone should. full description/other thoughts at the bottom. tw: blood, violence, mentions of death)

Alton clicked the lighter closed, running a thumb over the silver case. The night was warm, sticky in a way that he never could get used to. He sucked in a breath from the cheap cigarette, letting his head fall back against the rough side of the barracks.

It was quiet. Typically, there would be no end to the commotion coming from the small building, one of many that littered Camp Toccoa. The wall of sound was ever-present, no matter if it was shouting or laughing or snoring. But whatever the cause, there was always noise.

No matter if it was a blanket of noise he knew well, unchanging except for the language and the scenery. Soldiers are soldiers, and some things are a constant. It could almost be comforting, if it didn’t also mean that the need for soldiers was a constant as well.

However, tonight was a Saturday, and it was one of the few weekends that Sobel had allowed Easy the use of their weekend passes. Almost every man in the company had jumped at the chance to get off base, to travel home if they could and spend time with loved ones. The ones with farther-flung hometowns had spirited off to Atlanta, happy to spend their time drinking and dancing and fucking instead of slogging through another run, three miles up, three miles down.

Normally, Alton would have joined them in their carousing - it was easier to pass the time with the effortless camaraderie built during a training camp than bored and alone.

But today had been a bad day. The sound of swords and the shift of sand beneath his feet followed him out of his nightmares, the humid summer of Georgia morphing itself into the baking, dry heat of the desert.

His shouts must have been real, because when a hand came to shake him out of his dream, the first face he saw was not that of a grouchy NCO, but of a blood-caked Saracen, eyes alight with righteous fury.

Alton didn’t think. He had grabbed the knife from under his pillow, an old thing that had been sharpened more times than he could begin to count, and was on the man in less than a breath, pressing the blade into the side of his neck. The familiar thrum of blood beat against his fingertips, the grit of sand scratched his gums. He knew what he had to do, had done it a thousand times, a thousand thousand times, what was a little more bloodshed spilled across his feet-

Alton had blinked, and came to himself in a rush.

Instead of an unnamed Saracen, the ashen face of Johnny Martin stared up at him, eyes wide behind the knife.

Alton drew back his hand, retreating almost as quick as he had lunged earlier. He mumbled a quick curse and apology as he stepped out of arm’s reach from the man. It wasn’t until Martin’s eyes widened even farther that Alton realized his tongue was slipping out Arabic of all things.

Usually, Alton was better about remembering himself, who he was almost as important as where he was. But for whatever reason, his demons had decided to catch up with him that night.

After a quick smile and some quip about the Krauts in his dreams, he managed to wave an only-slightly-mollified Martin off. The shorter man apparently hadn’t forgotten it though, if his watchful eyes during chow that morning were anything to go by.

Alton was just glad that no one else was awake to see it, at least. That was the last thing he needed.

And so, instead of joining in on a weekend of broads and booze, Alton found himself waving away the invitation by an eager Smokey and bemused Alley. When the horde made their way out of the barracks, fantasizing in bawdy terms about their planned misadventures, he felt like he could breathe easy.

Fucking finally.

Alton took another drag from the cigarette. He watched the smoke curl, up and up until it faded into nothing amongst the darkening sky.

The lighter was a welcome weight in his hand, grounding him to this time, this life.

The design was worn by now, details barely visible after a half century of worrying. It still managed to amaze him, sometimes, what people could do with the smallest of canvases. Alton didn’t feel the same wonder however, wasn’t as mesmerized by the beauty man could create as he once was.

But in the quiet moments, he could still appreciate the time some French craftsman took to transform a hunk of metal into a small token carried around by a dead man.

Luz had spied the lighter one weekend, and laughed at him for using something so old-fashioned. Alton just shrugged, not caring to admit that he was still getting used to having a light at his fingertips. It wasn’t all that long ago when he was still lighting a pipe with a flintlock pistol, and not so long before that when he would carry around a flint and steel.

Time was passing all the more quickly these days, technologies changing and advancing, and everyone was obsessed with needing things to be quicker, cheaper, simpler. Alton scoffed. He could hardly find it in him to care.

He glanced down at the lighter in his hand, shifting it back and forth in a practiced motion and watched as the light skittered across the sides.

It had shown flowers, once. A veritable garden of carnations, daffodils, and lilies of the valley, with leaves spilling across the front panel onto the back. They represent good fortune, he was told. Good fortune, luck, and hope.

When the merchant described it to him, eyes ablaze with a passion known only to those with wares to sell, Alton didn’t try to hide the snort that escaped his throat.

Fortune and Luck had abandoned him long ago, and hadn’t returned since waking up in a battlefield abandoned by all but the dead, sword in his chest and blood in his mouth.

And what the fuck was Alton supposed to do with hope?

It was the quote on the back that had caught his eye, all those years ago in a street market in Reims. The beveled edges had faded with time, the familiar letters Alton traced were more memory by now than any physical mark. Une vie honorable est une vie éternelle.

An honorable life is an eternal life.

Alton couldn’t help but stare at the message, both then and now. He hated that goddamn word. Immortal. Unending. Eternal.

They were such flowery words, used by people who craved what they couldn’t have, what they shouldn’t. The romanticized idea of the everlasting, the fountain of youth, the gift of life! Alton was sick of it.

This wasn’t life. He was a fucking dead man walking. And he sure as hell didn’t do anything honorable to deserve it.

months ago, while thinking about the absolute insanity of the almost...cavalier? attitude we see alton more have over the course of the series, an idea hit my brain: what if there was a reason nothing seemed to phase him - not panzers, not being a breath away from a car wreck, not bastogne, not speirs? what if this wasn't his first war? that thought spiraled me into a minor insanity that is this: my immortal soldier!alton more au, loosely inspired by the movie the old guard (2020). the idea is that, once upon a time, there was a soldier in a land many centuries ago. one day, he died in battle. and then, he woke up. and then he died. and then he woke up. over, and over. drawn to countless battles, conflicts, and wars, each one etching itself into the core of his soul. a never-ending cycle...until one sweltering summer, where he found himself at a training camp at the foot of a mountain. anyways. at some point, i plan on writing this as a full story, but that is admittedly a long ways away. however, in celebration of alton more's birthday today, i wanted to post my favorite scene that i've written for this au! it's set sometime at the beginning of the story, in the early days of camp toccoa. mostly, it's just a character study of this version of alton more. hope you enjoyed! and of course - happy birthday alton more!

(song insp.)

taglist: @sweetxvanixlla @coco-bean-1218 @bucky32557038ww2 @georgieluz @samwinchesterslostshoe @xxluckystrike @next-autopsy @ronald-speirs @land-sh @ronsparky @panzershrike-pretz @theredrenard @kyellin

#happy alton more day!#holy shit im actually posting this...i've been sitting on it for MONTHS #but YEAH its just...the gothic romanticism about the physical embodiment of war and soldiers and the concept of death you know??#what it means to feel and to live and to connect to those around you when it all feels so fleeting #fleeting not just due to the nature of war but also the nature of immortality #or something #...look i have a lot of thoughts about this story okay #it kills me #its also known in my brain as the “how immortal soldier!alton more made friends” story #because literally thats it thats the plot #OH WAIT did i forget to mention that speirs is also an immortal soldier in this story??#oh yeah thats the best fucking bit - they met like centuries and centuries ago on the wrong ends of one of the various punic wars #(where speirs was known back then as...wait for it...TERTIUS)#its good goddamn shit okay #also explains why alton is so fucking unflinching towards speirs at any given point and why they were so petty about the photo albums #ANYWAYS if anyone wants to hear more about this!! come stop on by!!!#also yes the title is a reference to the old guard #as is the reference to the siege of jerusalem which is where joe and nicky met #immortal soldier!alton more #alton more #easy company #band of brothers fic #mine #band of brothers #bofb #hbowar #em's moodboards #em writes #jesus christ i guess that's a tag now #alright here we go out into the void

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