#Acrylic shadow box

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[nethompson]

Some pieces of the Cedar Creek series that have been framed in shadow boxes. I just finished putting the newest piece, "Nature Reclaims," in the frame yesterday.

Cedar Creek series, SteelArt By N.E.Thompson

[jc215carver]

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[sonichedgeblog]

Look what came in the mail today! The Ebiten Exclusive Japanese 'Sonic x Shadow Generations' Collector's Edition Deluxe pack with 3D crystal set! This comes with a lot of stuff, so let's unpack it all.

Let's get right to one of the coolest things here - the crystal set! A Shadow and Sonic set, which sit ontop of a base, where you can might it be an awesome LED light show.

A part of the Deluxe package - first we have the wallscoll, with a winged Shadow.

Secondly, a SXSG mug featuring Sonic and Shadow.

The last parts of the DX set are these - an Acrylic Coaster of Shadow (for the mug) and a set of 2 Sonic and Shadow Acrylic Figures.

Now, how about we get onto the collector's edition itself! I got the PS5 version.

Inside you'll find the game, and then a box collecting the Shadow Figure and Keychain. The Art book is at the bottom.

The Shadow figure features him holding his Emblem. Very cool. It's pretty sturdy, though Shadows limbs are a bit thin.

As well as the Sonic and Shadow shoe keychains!

And finally, the art book! It is the same as the digital art book, though perhaps higher resolution, but all awesome.

And that's it!

[revelboo]

No pressure but are you planning on continuing the sunny and sides stories? It can be hard to find someone who writes for them. I love all your works though and are always excited to see what you've written!

I am, I just have… quite a few ongoing storylines at this point

Can’t Finish What you Started Pt 8

Sunstreaker x Reader, Sideswipe x Reader

• Stretched out on your belly, you yelp when a heavy box is dropped about a foot from your face, neck craning to glare up at Sunstreaker as he just stares right back, completely indifferent to your annoyance. Pushing up onto your knees to look into the box, your lips part. Because the big, yellow jerk has brought you art supplies. Charcoal sticks, canvases, pens, watercolor palettes, acrylic paints, and paper. “Did you rob a Hobby Lobby?” You ask, digging through the pile.

• Stiffening with a low growl, he hooks a servo inside the box to tug it away. “If you don’t want it,” he begins before you’re seizing the box with both hands and pulling it back toward you, expression almost afraid and he relents. “I didn’t steal anything. I used a holomatter avatar to retrieve the items and convinced the console funds were exchanged.”

• Convinced the console. Biting into the inside of your cheek to keep from blurting out the fact that he definitely stole it, because with his temper he will take it all away just to be petty. Mostly you’re surprised that he’d cared to begin with. That he’d been listening when you’d told Wheeljack you were an artist. “Thank you for this.”

• “Just don’t make a mess,” he growls, uncomfortable warmth spreading through his spark as you smile up at him before turning your attention back to the box. Surprised that he does want to see what you create even as it spills bitterly through him. Reminding him that he’d wanted to be an artist once before the harsh reality of living on the streets of Kaon had crushed those idealistic dreams. Part of him wanting to linger, to do more than watch you create, wanting to add his own touches to a piece. Instead, he walks away to leave you to your excitement.

• Sitting crosslegged, bent over a canvas, you dip your finger in a puddle of paint and use it to mix colors. There wasn’t a mixing palette so you’d stripped into a pair of shorts to use your thigh and you’re shivering as you paint with a finger like a kid because there were no brushes either. But you don’t mind as you use a pinky to feather on highlights. The desk around you littered with quick charcoal sketches, working in almost a feverish state like you need to get it all out. Get it down. So focused you don’t even notice you’re not alone until the shadow falls across you. “Sunny is going to lose it,” Sideswipe groans and you startle, looking up. And he’s laughing at you, making you realize you’ve got paint all over your hands, your thighs, probably on your face. And charcoal smudges everywhere there’s not paint. Just don’t make a mess. Oops.

• Flicking his servos at you to shoo you toward your tiny curtained off wash rack area, he studies what you’ve done. Sees himself and Sunny from different angles. Alone, together. Arguing and relaxed. He hadn’t realized you’d been watching them both so closely. Or that Sunny would have cared enough to give you art supplies just because you’d said you were an artist and they might make you happy. Neither one of them able to say the things they want to say out loud, it’s always been that way. Awkward silences and false starts. Maybe you’re the same way, unable to say what you need to. But studying the art of him and Sunny leaves him oddly warm inside, because it’s your own way of telling them that you like them, like being here despite the unfairness of having no choice at all.

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[yellobb]

This fandom has the best artists in the world I stg. Every time I look at my wall I get so fucking happy ❤️❤️❤️ yall are so talented and wonderful, and I hope all your crops are watered and you’re thriving

Tags/links for each poster under the cut :)

Bentley running over the Metatron - @gleafer

Aziraphale with the bees, Crowley with the birds, and purple demon - @/icanbelouder on Instagram

Gladiator Crowley, 1941 Crowley, snek Crowley, and snek Crowley keychain - @angellilou-art

Crowley surrounded by snakes, Aziraphale surrounded by feathers, girl in field, and I THINK the girl with the hair (I managed to lose it to the shadow realm somehow when I went to look at the back for credit) - @cherriielle

Saturday Celestial Post and A.Z. Fell and Co coupon - @lightsintheskye

Lots of Crowley’s - @doodlenoodleh

Sandman light box - @/decofriki on Instagram

Special shoutout to BXTHstudio and @cesiscribbles for the absolutely precious stickers and bookmarks 🥰 be sure to check them out, too!

[reddpenn]

The current state of the Rock Wall!

Video transcript:

Who wants a tour of my rock collection?

I guess we’ll start over here; this is the newest shelf. I just added it. A lot of stuff from the other shelves have now joined this shelf. It’s got a nice little sliding glass door to protect my more high-end specimens. On this we have a lot of my thumbnails, including some of the more delicate, or some of the more valuable thumbnails. Some of my more high-end specimens over here, like that beautiful wulfenite.

I have started labeling the stones now, so some of the stones have these neat little labels, and some of them do not. But everything in this case does.

And then of course some of the larger high-end specimens down here. And I’m not sure what I’m gonna put on those lower shelves yet.

Up above that I have a new display case, and this is where I’m putting all of my cabochons.

So here I’ve gotten it down and we’ll open it up. This is all velcro. I made this myself out of a normal shadowbox that I got at the store. These are all attached by velcro so that I can take them out and rearrange them and add more to them and move them around.

This case is lighted. The case next to it is technically lighted, but the lights are out of battery right now. Eventually I want to switch that to something more permanent that can be plugged in all the time so I don’t have to constantly swap out the batteries.

This is the Original Rock Shelf, so it is crammed full of some of my oldest specimens. I recently did a project where I added these acrylic risers to it to kinda make a little bit of space, which made it a bit less crammed, which is nice. A lot of specimens on this shelf. Buch of geodes down there. That’s Geode Territory.

Next to it, below the North American giant ground sloth bone, we have more of my thumbnail specimens. Just a bunch of little guys. I’d like to light this shelf too. I think that would help them show up better. The meteorite collection is over here. We got some rust on this guy, but I think he’s doing okay. And then over here, my opal collection. So here is the Ethiopian opals, we’ve got an Australian opal, we’ve got a Honduran opal back there. That one up there is also Ethiopian opal, right in the middle.

Down below that, just more of the really tiny stuff, and some miscellaneous stuff.

The spheres and eggs are under that. The one under a cloth is a reconstituted quartz. If I leave it where sunlight can hit it, it’ll burn my house down so I just keep it covered because I’m a little bit paranoid about that.

Miscellaneous stuff: I got some tumbled stones, I got some palm stones. Just… stuff gets thrown down on that shelf.

The shelf next to it. This was at one point my large specimen and high-end shelf, and at this point is just the large specimen shelf because the high-end shelf is now over here. Which has made this shelf a lot less crowded, to move all that stuff over. Again, I’ve got my acrylic risers on there. I have a bunch of my big specimens. I’d like to light this shelf too. You can see how the shadows are kind of a problem like on the halite in the back there.

And then below those are the agates. This shelf is the bane of my existence. I have so many agates that I physically cannot cram any more agates onto this shelf. I’m gonna need to get some more risers and see if I can clear a little bit of space for the agate collection.

Down below that, some more miscellaneous large things. Got a jade, got a labradorite, got a kambaba stone. In the box is vivianite, but it can’t be exposed to light, so it lives in a box. And then here I have another one of these shadowboxes that opens up, and it’s got a bunch of gem jars inside of my very very small stuff.

And then over here, this is the shelf where my newest stuff starts living. Stuff that I’ve added to my collection most recently. This is also where all the fossils are living currently. And in that box is all the crinoids I just pick up off the ground. We have a ton of them around here.

Underneath that we’ve got this big desert rose, fills the whole shelf.

Next to that I have this tiny shelf that has some of my rock-adjacent things like my mineralogy puzzles. Tully lives here. Some of my mineralogy books but not all of them. They don’t all fit.

And that’s the short and sweet tour of the current state of my rock collection!

[nazo-kg]

A piece from 2022 of Trico and the boy from The Last Guardian.

I'm quite fond of the Team Ico games, they're honestly magical and unlike any other games I've played. The emphasis on creating a poignant piece of art that transcends yet elevates the medium is stunning and powerful.

Shadow of the Colossus shaped me as a young teen, it's still one of my favourite games of all time.

A4. painted in acrylics on back of a cereal box.

[mysticalpotater]

"But tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, my blades will thirst again." - Orin the Red , Baldur's Gate 3

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Recreated the bloodthirst dagger from Baldur's Gate 3 carried by Orin. The design was so beautiful and unique. I could have done something simple, but this screamed display piece. With the help of @foiledimagineer we created something beautiful, and I can not thank them enough for helping me make this idea into reality. Sitting at almost 26in tall .. I'm obsessed 😍

Materials used :

- Air dry clay

- Air dry foam

- Resin (mold had to be made from scratch. A replica soap carve out sealed heavily was used to form the mold)

- Inner claws made out of buildable nail gel filed down to shape

- Teardrop /bloodrop beads

- Black marker / Acrylic paint

And of course, the star of the show ✨️The Blade✨️ made out of a vibraint, fiery hint of orange glass cut by the wonderful @foiledimagineer.

I can't wait to get it up on the display case. Currently mid staining the wood. Had to get a custom shadow box made with how tall it is. 😅

[mjonthetrack]

Di 2

Jewelry Box - Atlanta, Georgia.

Diamond stepped to the side,Karma patted her shoulder standing beside the woman after she’d sat her things up. “Alright ladies, as you know I do appreciate your hard work but if you heffas don’t pick up after yourselves it’s finna come out everybody’s checks, so fix it.”

When some of the girls kissed their teeth mumbling Karma cleared her throat folding her arms,”unless you two bitches want to go out there looking like Chucky and Michael Myers I suggest you tighten the fuck up Ruby and Emerald.”

Diamond stood staring the two women down who muttered apologies,”mhmm,” she clicked her tongue going back through her checklist.”We got white collars coming in tonight which means big money, if y'all want to earn I suggest you get it it together, this means Wayne and Stevie are behind the bars tonight they got half priced vodka and henny shots,push those.”

Diamond continued on as the girls were hyping up over the prospect of them white and boujee brothers from the finance and business district to be coming.”I need yall to be sure you know where them new panic buttons are in them private rooms if you going in them and don’t forget to tip the bouncers they are keeping yall from getting snatched up.” Diamond taps her acrylics against the clip board,”I refilled the fridges up, yall stinking asses got your good ice and a sweet treat, the supply closet is refilled as well, if you need something that is not in the closet you find Karma, for my new girls Topaz and Quartz, you both gone be shadowing Karma until she says you’re ready to go on the stage at which time you will go see either Pearl or Opal these two are your leading girls, they’ve been here the longest and they also have my permission to beat anyone of yall who tries and gets fresh.”

The two senior dancers made themselves known then thanked her for the re up on heating pads and drinks.“We got the bottle boys ready to please the fruit cakes, my girls you ready to go with the drink and food menus?” Karma called as the bottle girls cheered from where they were getting ready for the night. Karma taps her pen against her side,”oh and everyone remember we got pills,powder, and puff tonight, make sure you offering them to the people who got money not the ones you think is fine.”

With the rundown wrapped up Karma nodded her head when Diamond asked if she was good for the time being, the two hugged briefly and Karma’s personality switched from goofy to serious manager when Diamond left the locker rooms. Diamond did a brief check in with the bottle boys reminding them of their protection as well as rights to boundaries, she made sure they knew their supplies were stocked and to come find Karma or any of the bouncers if they needed help. Diamond then went to make sure the kitchens were ready as well as the bar service, then she made sure all the tech shit was ready. Diamond went around checking in with her bouncers and thanking them, paying them tips in advance for the evening. She made sure they were all packing and straight at the stations before she moved to the office’s hallway. The woman moved to sit at her rolling chair the club was going to open in ten and she had her view of cameras on her desktop on, she had two bodyguards outside her office door as well.

Diamond watched as her girls fell into place to either vip to check for dances, one of the three stages to wait their turns or to the private rooms. The bottle girls and guys were ready and dressed up having sparkles and top shelf bottles ready to go. Karma had been helping the girls get styled for their shows as she always had, then went to the floor to manage everything. Bouncers were spread out everywhere, two at the front door ready to I.d and vibe check who they was letting in. Two were at the back door where their suppliers were to come and bring anything from kitchen supplies,alcohol and drugs. Diamond grinned seeing the line already crazy before opening, one thing she loved almost more than her Jewelry box was the money that came in them doors.

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Sefa quirked a brow,”you want me to go to a strip joint Uce?!” Roman pinched the bridge of his nose,”not for you, for the product, I already told you before the Jewelry Box is the biggest club in Atlanta, and we go all this extra product to push, the owner is a trusted buyer and you are gonna go secure this for the family.”

Sefa rolled his eyes at his older cousin, he had been the head of the bloodline family since his pops stepped down, now when his own brothers began being his right and left hand men it left Sefa to play plug, whilst Jacob’s crazy ass was a package deal coming along any shipments as an enforcer. It was aggravating enough taking orders from his cousin but then to now have to drop life in Miami where the family stayed and their cartel was a major power, to go to some lame ass Atlanta.

“Fix your face little cuz, this shit is a vacation in comparison to the twins out there dealing with them fucking Colombian’s and Haitians,” Jacob said walking with a packed bag to the tinted Escalade where the pair of them hopped in the driver taking them to one of the family’s jets. Sefa sat awake the entire flight having gone over where he was going, though Roman only told him he’d need to speak with the owner. Jacob on the other hand, probably a product of a few sentences, was knocked out snoring on the plane.

When the pair arrived a vehicle was ready and took them to their hotel rooms. Which were across from each other on the top floor in some private hotel in the downtown area. “Ain’t no point in getting comfortable, the club opened two hours ago, we got bread to secure,”Jacob called out to Sefa who was sat on the edge of his king size bed,”I know what I’m doing.” He followed the man to another vehicle which took the pair down and around the city until it rounded to the back parking lot of the club, where employees parked. The pair stepped out and had duffle bags, both were strapped walking to the back door where a security guard talked into an earpiece.

“Yo we here from Roman, we go-“, the guard ignored Sefa and only warily looked at Jacob opening the back door without a word. Sefa walked in muttering,”fuck you too forehead,”then Jacob nodded his head to where two body guards were posted up outside a room.”We here for the boss,Roman sent us?” Jacob called out the pair spoke into their earpieces and then one reached out wordlessly for them to go in. Jacob stood out in the hallway waiting casually looking at the surrounding decor.

“Hey you must be the boss man, I’m Solo, Roman’s cousin,” the man offered his hand to the back of the chair having cleared his throat announcing himself. Diamond raised a brow in her chair she spun to face the new guest resting her feet on the desk,”you too young to be wasting time with me, where this Roman at?” Sefa gaped seeing the woman sat up in the chair not expecting a lady,”uh- I’m his cousin he sent my cousin and I here, to make this deal.” Diamond raised a brow motioning her hand for the man to open the duffle. She counted the bricks and dipped her pinky into one,”can’t have you fucking me or my customers.” Diamond lifted the little baggies that had either pills or strips,” this looks like quality stuff, where’s the weed?” Sefa lifted a big duffle bag up and unzipped it quickly still caught off guard by seeing an attractive woman in charge,” He threw in extra as a gift for hearing the family’s offer.”

Diamond nodded her head folding her hands over her desk,”alright I’ll give you a trial period of a month, if it succeeds it’ll be a five hundred thousand for the first three months and five mil every six after that on the guarantee of quality, professionalism,privacy and quickness to deliver, I have a huge clientele and I don’t need to reach so far for a plug so make sure this doesn’t disappoint this month and we will all be one big ohana.” “We are Samoan,” Sefa raises a brow at this bigger than life character,”I don’t give a damn if you was herb and peaches get the fuck on to the floor and get me some money before I kick you in that big ass forehead little boy.”

[definitelynotgideon]

"I get to make a wish..."

"...with my wish... I'd like to ask..."

"For you to be by my side forever. 💕"

A commission done by Leon ( @risingscorchingsuns )!! It's a physical piece he did for me with acrylic markers and I'm *in love* with it!!

I got a shadow box for it and put in some folded cranes to accompany the piece :3

Please don't mind the reflection and crappy lighting I tried lol

[pictureworthcustomframing]

The Art of Elevation: Framing a Vivid Acrylic Canvas That Reflects Emotion and Elegance

The Art of Elevation: Framing a Vivid Acrylic Canvas That Reflects Emotion and Elegance There’s something breathtaking about stepping into a scene that feels alive. When this vibrant parkscape arrived at our studio, its bold brushstrokes, glowing lights, and reflective pavement seemed to leap from the raised acrylic canvas. Every detail whispered elegance, demanding a custom framing approach that…

[msklassickilla]

Wisps of Obsession Ⅷ

Summary:

Legend said on a night with a full moon along with a lit candle you could call on anyone. I didn’t know if I believed that back then but now I know for sure it’s true. He shows up on a full moon night just to stake his claim before the shadows call him home.

Willow.

A name etched into my essence with his bare hands..

Pairing: Jeff Hardy/Willow the Wisp x Nyx Gordan (Black OC)

Author’s Note: This one is a dark romance with Jeff’s alter, Willow the Wisp. Apparently he’s bringing it back so that will be. I love psychological thrillers so much of this is focused on that aspect. Hopefully I will do it justice. Very excited for this!

Warnings: None.

Disclaimers: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

The morning after the confrontation clung to Nyx like a thick fog. She woke sprawled awkwardly on her couch, the uneven cushions digging into her back. Her head throbbed in time with her racing heartbeat, and every muscle in her body felt weighed down by an unseen force. Weak sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting faint, fractured lines across the room. For one blissful second, she thought it had all been a dream.

Then the faint scent of burning cedar coiled in the air around her, rich and earthy, yet tinged with something metallic. It was a scent she had begun to associate with Willow, as though his presence lingered in the natural world while twisting it into something uncanny. The memory of Willow’s shadowy figure filled her mind, his voice still curling through the corners of her thoughts.

Her hand trembled as she reached for the journal on the coffee table. Its worn leather cover felt warm beneath her fingertips, almost alive. The edges of the pages seemed to hum faintly, like a vibration she couldn’t quite feel. She snatched her hand back and stood abruptly, swaying slightly as the room tilted.

In the bathroom, the cold splash of water against her face did little to anchor her. She leaned heavily against the sink, staring into the mirror. Her reflection stared back, but something felt off—her eyes looked hollow, her skin pale and taut.

“You’re fine,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “You’re just tired. Stressed.”

But the hollow ache in her chest whispered otherwise.

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The hours at the craft store dragged on, each minute an eternity. The store’s usual charm—the hum of fluorescent lights, the faint scent of fresh glue and acrylic paint—felt suffocating. Every aisle seemed too narrow, the towering shelves crowding her as though they might collapse inwards. Nyx moved through her tasks mechanically, avoiding the glances of her coworkers.

It wasn’t long before she felt it again. That crawling sensation that someone was watching her. She turned quickly, her eyes scanning the rows of yarn and fabric, but there was nothing. No one. Still, the shadows seemed thicker, darker than they should be.

“Nyx, can you grab the restock sheets from the back?” Aaron’s voice jolted her. Her manager stood at the end of the aisle, holding an armful of inventory.

“Yeah,” she muttered, clearing her throat. She clutched her clipboard tightly as if it might shield her from the unease crawling along her spine.

The stockroom was quieter than usual, its dim lighting adding to the oppressive atmosphere. Rows of neatly stacked boxes formed a labyrinth, the air tinged with the faint metallic scent of shelving. As Nyx searched for the sheets, her sense of unease deepened. It started subtly—the hairs on the back of her neck rising her pulse quickening.

“You’re imagining things,” she told herself under her breath, though her voice lacked conviction.

“Are you?”

The soft, teasing voice froze her in place. Slowly, she turned, her breath catching in her throat. There, leaning casually against one of the metal shelves, was Willow. His form was more defined than before, his edges sharper, more solid. He didn’t belong in the fluorescent-lit mundanity of the stockroom, yet he dominated the space as if it had been made for him.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded, her voice low but trembling. “You can’t just… show up like this.”

“Can’t I?” His smirk was maddening, his confidence unwavering. He moved closer, his steps slow, deliberate, as though he had all the time in the world. “I go where you go, Nyx. You should know that by now.”

She took a step back, her shoulders brushing against the boxes behind her. “You’re crossing a line,” she hissed, gripping the clipboard tightly.

“I only follow where I’m invited,” he countered smoothly. His voice was like silk, slipping under her skin. “And you, Nyx, have made it impossible for me to stay away.”

The space between them seemed to shrink, the air charged with something unspoken. Her pulse thudded painfully in her ears as he came closer, his presence magnetic despite her rising fear.

“You don’t belong here,” she said, her voice wavering. “You’re not of this world. Not real.”

Willow’s expression darkened, the teasing edge vanishing. “Is that what you keep telling yourself? That I’m a figment of your imagination? Then why do I feel so real to you, Nyx?”

Her breath hitched, and she hated the truth buried in his words. He did feel real. Too real.

“Leave me alone,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

For a moment, something flickered in his gaze—something almost vulnerable. “I can’t,” he said softly, his tone devoid of mockery. “You’re mine now. You invited me in, and whether you want to admit it or not, you need me.”

“I don’t need you,” she spat, her voice trembling with more emotion than she intended.

Willow’s smirk returned, but this time, it didn’t reach his eyes. “You’ll see,” he murmured before fading into the shadows, leaving her alone in the stockroom.

The silence that followed was deafening. Nyx stood frozen, her breath shallow and uneven. The clipboard slipped from her grasp, clattering loudly against the concrete floor. She pressed a trembling hand to her chest, willing her heartbeat to slow.

“Get it together,” she muttered shakily, forcing herself to pick up the clipboard. She straightened, though her legs felt weak beneath her. By the time she returned to the main floor and handed the restock sheets to Aaron, her hands were still trembling.

That night, the journal felt heavier than ever. It lay open on her bed, its blank pages staring up at her like an accusation. She ran her fingers along the edge, hesitating before closing it with a snap. Shoving it into the drawer of her nightstand, she tried to push it from her thoughts.

But the air around her remained heavy, oppressive. The faint scent of burning cedar lingered, weaving through her senses like a warning. It clung to her space as though marking territory, subtle but insidious, reminding her that Willow’s presence was never far. And watching.

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The following day, Nyx left the craft store with the weight of Willow’s presence pressing on her chest like a physical force. Her instincts told her to retreat home, to bury herself in blankets and pretend the world beyond her apartment didn’t exist. But she couldn’t—not when his shadow seemed to stretch into every corner of her life. Instead, she turned onto a side street and headed for the familiar storefront of the metaphysical shop.

The bell above the door chimed as she stepped inside. The soothing scent of sage and sandalwood greeted her, but even that couldn’t fully calm her racing heart. The clerk, her piercing green eyes sharp and expectant, looked up immediately from behind the counter. It was as if she’d been waiting.

“I knew you’d be back,” the clerk said. Her voice carried a weight that made Nyx’s skin prickle.

Nyx hesitated, then pulled the journal from her bag and placed it on the counter. “He’s… everywhere now,” she began, her voice unsteady. “It’s not the full moon, and yet he’s…” She faltered, unsure how to explain what she’d been experiencing without sounding insane.

The clerk’s gaze lingered on the journal. Her fingers traced the edges of its worn cover, her expression unreadable. “I warned you the last time,” she said softly. “Willow doesn’t obey rules. Not anymore. When someone like you summons him, he feeds on more than the ritual’s conditions.”

Nyx’s stomach churned. “Feeds on what?”

“Desire. Fear. Your resistance.” The clerk’s voice dropped lower. “The more you fight him, the stronger his hold becomes. He’s not like anything you can reason with.”

“You’ve dealt with this before,” Nyx said, leaning forward. “Haven’t you? You know more than you’re letting on. Who was the last person with this journal?”

The clerk’s lips pressed into a thin line. She glanced toward the back of the shop, as though weighing her words. “The journal has passed through many hands. Each owner thought they could control him or escape him. But Willow—he always takes what he’s owed.”

Nyx’s fingers tightened around the counter. “What happened to them?”

“Gone,” the clerk said bluntly. “Some vanished without a trace. Others… they changed. Their connection to him consumed them.” Her gaze softened slightly. “But you’re different. You still have time to fight him.”

“How?” Nyx’s voice cracked. “How do I fight something like him? He’s… everywhere.”

The clerk reached beneath the counter and pulled out a small pouch tied with a dark thread. “Take this. Hang it above your door. It’s not a solution, but it will slow him down. And keep the journal close. Destroying it won’t sever the connection, but it may help you understand him better.”

Nyx stared at the pouch, hesitant. “Why would I want to understand him? I want him gone.”

The clerk’s expression darkened. “Because the more you understand him, the better you’ll understand yourself. And that might be the only thing that keeps you from falling entirely into his grasp.”

Nyx left the shop feeling both relieved and more burdened than before. The pouch in her hand felt like a lifeline, but the weight of the clerk’s warnings sat heavy in her chest. She replayed the conversation in her head during the drive home, the hum of the engine and the rhythmic sweep of the windshield wipers doing little to ease her spiraling thoughts.

When she finally parked outside her apartment, the storm clouds overhead mirrored the heaviness in her mind. The air inside felt stifling as she stepped through the door. She hung the pouch above the frame, her fingers trembling slightly as she tied the knot. It felt futile, but she clung to the gesture as if it might offer some protection.

After placing her bag on the couch, she carefully removed the journal and set it on the coffee table. Its worn cover and frayed edges looked almost accusatory, like it had been waiting for her attention. With a sigh, she sank onto the couch and flipped it open. The words on the page blurred together at first, but one entry caught her eye:

He knows my fears. He whispers them back to me, but his voice makes them sound like promises. I hate him for it. I hate myself more for listening.

The faint scent of burning cedar filled the room again, and Nyx’s head snapped up. She scanned the shadows, her heart racing. “Willow?” she whispered.

The room remained silent, but the shadows along the wall rippled faintly, almost like a response.

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The next day, Nyx tried to distract herself by visiting her favorite café. The warm scent of coffee beans and freshly baked pastries filled the air, and for a moment, she let herself relax. She ordered a cappuccino and found a seat by the window, letting the gentle murmur of conversation and the rain outside soothe her.

But the peace didn’t last.

That familiar prickling sensation crawled along her spine. Her eyes darted toward the back corner of the café, and there he was. Willow sat casually; his posture relaxed but his gaze locked onto hers. His presence felt impossible, out of place, yet he seemed completely at ease.

Nyx froze, her breath catching. She wanted to look away; to pretend she hadn’t seen him, but his presence was magnetic. He gave her a slow, knowing smile, his expression unreadable.

Panic surged in her chest, and she grabbed her bag, leaving the half-finished cappuccino behind. The rain outside was cold and relentless, but it did little to wash away the feeling that she was being followed.

When she finally reached her apartment, she bolted the door behind her and leaned against it, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. The pouch above the door swung slightly as though stirred by an unseen breeze.

“You can’t run forever,” a low voice murmured from the shadows.

Nyx’s blood ran cold as the room seemed to darken around her. She gripped the edge of the counter. “What do you want from me?” she demanded, her voice trembling but defiant.

Willow emerged from the shadows, his figure more solid than before. His piercing eyes locked onto hers. “You know what I want,” he said softly. “Everything.”

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[eddiemunsonmash]

part one: Baby You’re a Haunted House

summary: In the summer of 1985, your life is turned upside down when your family moves into the newly renovated Creel House in Hawkins, Indiana.

warnings: foul language, marijuana use | WC: 1052

“You can’t use the basement today! I told you I was going to paint down here,” you exclaimed, squeezing past the mountain of boxes that leaned against the wall. They jutted into the so-called “living space,” which was a sad mixture of a battered coffee table, a peeling chair, and a mildewed couch, all framed by the shabby wood paneling that seemed to be shedding its own skin. The only splash of color in the dreary room came from the gaudy green and yellow Hawkins High cheer uniform, proudly hanging from the rod above the dryer.

“I get it,” Riley said, adjusting the coffee table just a smidge to the right. He stepped back, eyeing his handiwork. “But this is my ticket in. If I host the campaign here, I’ll score major points with the guys.”

“Seriously? Here?” You laughed, shaking your head. “In this creepy basement?” You propped a basket of acrylic and oil paints on your hip, observing the chaos around you with a sigh.

“Fine,” you relented, a hint of mischief in your eyes. “But keep them down here. I don’t want any surprises.”

As you turned to leave, you glanced over your shoulder. “And while you’re at it, carry a few canvases up to the attic for me.”

An hour later, you had plugged in every lamp you could scrounge up and lit a small army of candles, desperate for a semblance of good lighting in the attic. Yet the glow was dim, casting an eerie ambiance that sent shivers down your spine. The flickering flames danced, creating ghostly shadows that stretched and twisted across the walls. As you smeared your mixture of acrylic paint on the canvas, caught in a whirlwind of creativity that teetered between brilliance and madness, you could have sworn the shadows were alive—contorting and writhing along the wooden beams with every flicker of the candlelight.

As if the house sensed your unease, the lamplight flickered, causing you to jump.

“Fuck this house,” you muttered, forcing yourself to focus on your work.

“How do you paint in silence?” a voice called from behind the canvassed easel, becoming visible as he stepped closer, his face illuminated by a cluster of candles flickering on the floor to your right.

“What are you doing up here?” You asked, placing the brush on the palette and setting it down on a crate that served as a makeshift table.

He flashed you a playful grin. “Would you believe me if I said I was looking for the bathroom?”

You chuckled dryly. “No, I wouldn’t.”

He pulled a box of cigarettes from his pocket, rummaging until he produced a skinny joint, waving it triumphantly like a golden ticket. “What if I told you I was looking for a place to smoke this?”

Once again, your laughter rang out, genuine and bright. “Absolutely.”

“May I?” he asked, his brown eyes sparkling as he attempted a charming, demure blink.

You nodded, a hint of mischief in your smile. “Only if you share—and don’t tell my brother.”

“Done and done.” He bowed his head dramatically, a mock gesture of servitude.

“Open the window,” you said, gesturing to the one behind you, and he complied without hesitation.

“So, about the silence,” he said, the lilt of his voice rising as he inhaled deeply. “How do you manage it?”

You sighed heavily, accepting the joint from him. “Not by choice,” you replied, pausing to take a hit. “I use all the outlets for good lighting, so it’s a sacrifice I had to make.”

“Huh,” he tutted, shaking his head. “Ever heard of an extension cord?”

You snorted, a grin breaking through your serious facade. “Ever heard of minding your own business and not snooping around a stranger’s house?”

He placed a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “You’ve wounded me, Wednesday Addams.”

“What?” You laughed, taking the joint back. “You’re weird.”

“I’m weird?” he countered, raising an eyebrow. “You’re living in the Addams Family mansion where actual people were murdered, and I’m the weird one?” He cocked his head, a playful challenge in his expression.

“If you look close enough, you might spot a disembodied hand scuttling across the floor or a rusty guillotine lurking in the shadows," he quipped, his laughter echoing through the room.

He sidled up to you, his eyes darting across the canvas. "What's taking shape here, anyway?"

You exhaled heavily, your gaze fixed on the jumble of colors before you. "I wish I knew," you confessed, your voice tinged with frustration. "Ever since I moved here, my creativity has been a dry well. I throw colors onto my palette, praying for inspiration, but all I manage are black voids or angry smears of red and purple."

He extended the last wisp of the joint towards you. You plucked it from his fingers, taking a long drag before muttering, "At this rate, I'll be slapping mascots on high school gymnasium walls until I'm old and gray."

"Nothing wrong with an honest, all-American job," he quipped, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Beats peddling shitty weed."

You rolled your eyes, but a smirk played at the corners of your mouth. "I don't know," you mused, your body suddenly weightless, senses electrified. "This stuff's got me pretty high."

"Well then, 'High,'" he extended his hand with exaggerated formality, "I'm Eddie."

You grasped his hand, your grip firm despite your altered state. "I'm pretty sure we are in the same English class," you cocked an eyebrow, your tone playfully accusatory, "on the rare occasions you grace us with your presence."

"Guilty as charged," Eddie admitted, throwing his hands up in mock surrender.

He made his way towards the door, his footsteps light on the creaky floorboards. At the threshold, he paused, turning back to face you. "Have fun, Van Gogh," he called out, his voice tinged with amusement.

Your paintbrush hovered mid-stroke. "I'm actually surprised you know who that is," you shot back, your tone a mixture of impressed and skeptical.

"Course I do," Eddie scoffed, puffing out his chest. "Dude lopped off his own ear - that's metal as hell."

As the door clicked shut and Eddie's footsteps faded down the stairs, you let out a laugh - a sound caught between confusion and delight, echoing in the suddenly empty room.

[zimisnotdrifting]

Repainted my Sonic Prime blind box shadow figure because thw original was so miscolored I got infuriated.

Progress photos and more below

The primary things I noticed about the original paint job was the lack of shadows stripes. He only had the top one originally. The red on his shoes were also entirely absent.

I would've done better on his inhibitors, but I didn't have any yellow acrylic paint and wasn't about to go out to Walmart just for paint.

Asbfor why I thought it was so important to do this...

I wanted to decorate my pc to celebrate sonic x shadow generations and this was my only shadow the hedgehog figure that could stand on his own

O yea I should add I am hardly skilled in this kind of thing if that's not obvious

[samimarkart]

pin-up, acrylic on taxidermied stag beetle, felt, glue and shadow box, 7x7 inches

an older piece made comparing the histories of insect pinning and domestic sewing - both processes including pins and needles. the imagery painted is that of a classing tomato and pepper pincushion. made at the height of my fascination with pinning my own insects for art reference purposes (i pinned this beetle myself)

this piece is available for sale, $145 including shipping, please message me with if interested :)