#cemetary shade

[eghostsofdeadchildren]

Cemetery shades are SO cool.

[iwtv-az-hours]

you know he's not straight cause even crawling out of a manhole after 300+ years he still has his fit coordinated to bring out his eyes and make his complexion pop

[stylistic-nightmare]

Cemetary - An Evil Shade of Grey

[restinfesteringslime]

Dark Illusions Cemetary An Evil Shade Of Grey

[minespatchart]

I got inspired by my cemetary shade jar art that I prompted a sketch five or ten minutes after the other prompt.

[writingamongther0ses]

There is a cemetary at the end of the world, across a vast sea of stars and a field of flowers where shades wander, reaching for anyone foolish or wise enough to get so far.

There, Time gathers.

The cemetary at the end of the world is where Time buries the old year among the years past and, as the old takes its last breath, it crowns the new year.

[canines-alter-creation]

Can we please get a level three masc ghost

Uhm! I hope you meant the spirit and not the Band or the COD game haha, if you did mean those things, than we can't really help because we don't know much about either of those! But! There's certainly a ghost under this cut!

> Name(s): Spirit, Ghast, Ghastly, Shiver, Hauntling, Hauntler, Orpheus, Shade

> Pronoun(s): he/they/haunt/cemetary/dead/ghost/it

> Age: ageless, died as an adult but doesn’t identify as any particular age

> Gender: masc, comfevoidic, b?yfreak, detagender, anonymic, ghostthing, genderlessmasc, deadboy, deathkiss, emptinessgender

> Sexuality: aro/ace, doesn’t experience human connection or emotion, but may form a sort of qpr with another ghost

> Role: ameliorator, dissociative soother

> Source: brainmade, alterblogic

> Faceclaims:

> Sign-offs: 👻, 🪦, ⛪, 

> Song theme:

> Front triggers(pos/neg/neu):

Front triggered only in emergency situations, when the front and body needs a soother and someone who can calm others down, then it will front, but Spirit will typically not front for anything else. If it does form a connection with a ghost in an outer system, he might front occasionally to talk to them, but not much. 

> Likes/dislikes:

+ Being left alone, darkness, cemeteries, other ghosts, Casper the Friendly Ghost movies, halloween

- being asked for for no reason, crowded spaces, daytime, loud noises, being touched without warning

> Personality: very quiet and soothing. Tends to float around, wandering aimlessly and talking quietly. His presence lowers the temperature of a room significantly upon entering, which can be somewhat chilling but for the most part is soothing in itself, especially during times of panic because it gives people something else to focus on. Is very gentle and careful with animals and children, but isn’t as close to them as he would be with adults, because they idea of surrounding children and animals with death makes him sad. 

> Ways they do their role: they do their role by coming into front and being soothing. Their presence is soothing due to haunts ghostliness. Sometimes in times of trouble or trauma, all the brain needs is someone who is absolutely certain of something. In this case, he is absolutely certain of his ghosthood. Soothing cold hands to wipe away tears, patience and comfort of someone who has all the time in the world because they don’t have a life to live. May front as an emergency fronter to allow for dissociation, helping to further between traumatic memories and it.

> Inner world occupation or behavior: May live or stay in a cemetery. May only be close or friends with other ghosts just due to not really being comfortable relating to people. Best friend might be a grim dog. Floats around aimlessly and feels a strong pull to front when needed, but otherwise mostly stays away from the front and fronting room. 

> Possible outerworld behavior: Prefers to stay in one place, doesn’t like to go new places, doesn’t like to talk to people. If triggered in due to a situation, will seek out the quietest place possible to calm down. Has a very drifty voice, may type in italics with a lot of punctuation “hmm. . . . “  May need time to build closeness and trust in others, but once done, will seek out those people to answer questions it has. 

[inthedeadofnate]

[ location: the path outside the gate to the cemetery ] [ open to: anyone ]

the cemetary had always been a peaceful place to nate, and no matter where he had traveled over the world, there was always something like it to retreat to. his first few weeks here, nate had felt weird about going to just hang out there, or outside the gates, and he had worried that some of the hades kids might take offense to it; or that others might think it was weird.

but he couldn't be holed up in his room in the basement of his cabin anymore, and needed the fresh air on this face, and to tinker with his bike. ironically, this was the thing demis might find him genuinely weird about, when they had much more practical ways of travel, not to mention maintenance and repair. but that thought would have never crossed his mind and he'd had no qualms about setting up a shady place for himself to work beside the iron fence. once he'd stopped to take a break, he chugged something from a tall styrofoam cup, finally noticing someone standing in the pool of shade with him. "oh. hey." nate cleared his throat. "d'ja need me to move or somethin?"

[xxcarelessparker]

open: @inaducursehqstarters location: garden district, layfatte cemetary event: memorial event: lost but not forgotten

being at the memorial was one thing , but seeing his mother's name etched on the monument evoked an entirely different emotion , one he was not yet accustomed to . the weight of her absence was something hard to swallow . cole approached the large stone . his gaze , a deep shade of grey-blues , reflected the marble -like monument . a silent witness to the unknown that his family was now apart of . cole stood there in khaki pants and a white collared , dress shirt , lost in thought .

[theparanoid]

Cemetary - An Evil Shade Of Grey

(1992, full album)

[Death Metal, Death Doom Metal, Melodic Death Metal]

[carmeliawrites]

Sony 2

It was then perhaps when it first happened, the grass withered. It was the first moment of insanity, and of amnesia. I hadnt quite remembered the last night and it had bothered me too much. I didn’t quite notice the footstep at first, it felt as normal as could be, however as i took the next step it felt heavier, my leg had begun to feel like it had worms on its skin, gnawnig deeply into my flesh and ripping away my tendons. So i stopped at reflex, my body taking control to preserve it’s limb, however on looking down it was as normal as could be. There were no worms to be found nor any bones that were left gnawed. The path in my cemetary of flowers was as it had always been, the grass swaed in the sun, its leafy greens smiling in the bright afternoon air. I looked around to see the beauty of it all. The scars on the trees and the flush on the flowers. The white roses i planted glistened in the dark undergrowth like the starry night. And at that moment, the path, swallowed up by the trees on either side, the white roses in the undergrowth and the dandelions floating in the air, at that moment, it was the entire starry night. It was my foolish errand that had come to fruition.

The white roses that were picked out by the white soul with pink streaks had grown, i knew not how much the time had passed since i had seen her in the but the single rose she left at the altar had grown up to be quite the field.

And in that moment, i swear i was inifinite.

I looked behind me, shaking away the liminal smell of flowers, there was nothing there, but as my gaze lowered onto the grass the spot came into view.

Purple.

Not the bright purple that complemented the pinks but a darker shade. It resembled the shrivels of old age, with it’s streaks of red and black a place withered with time, only that it was in the shape of a small spot, a place frozen in time, dead and withered. It was curious, a mystery as to how it could have happened, i tilted my head in confusion. I knelt down to inspect it, Grazing my fingers over the dry grass, it crumbled under my touch. The leaves gone, as if frozen in a moment of time after it’s cataclysm.

I stood back up, the mystery beyond me, filing it under the strange occurunces of the cemetery i moved on, but as i did the roses beside the path became darker and the world distorted into nausea. The roses withering to purple as my soul grew afraid. The spot seemed to be spreading to the colours of my world, the white that took away all my darkness was fading to purple, a dark one; and with those fears i ran, hopeful to outrun my fears of destruction and yet the cataclysm follwed, but however fast i ran the purples and reds followed, and as the red streaks began to tie my legs, slowing my run, to a walk, and before i knew it, a crawl. And as the world became purple in this nightmarish existence, the red came in.

Coffee.

[goldamsterdam]

when i was a girl i tought i could live in another world where roses bloom as sugar in my veins & as blood was just red. for a wish i saw dad at a starry sky telling me to leave that bad one spirit behind & this made me regret for when i was a little kid & tried too many candy nothing's the same. every spring seems more stranger & stranger & tried too many candy again so i could see nothing's permanent so i think i can be still the girl who changes. candy sounds boring when i'm on meds. candy sounds boring when suits my name. candy doesn't sounds boring when its cheap. to that drooping star my dad blow for me i leave all stockings that sticks though my tiny legs & sparkling so whose where i run to & that man i used to love & being loved by i think i grow like most of roses can be destroyed & smashed so easily i broke up it all.

skies too stary can be the true lovers heaven, you know? shades of night & the misty moonlight & when there's no moon & feelings. in the black mud-orchid hides the star! cruellest summer that arrives without a bottle of gin & no one cares about someone's so young alcoholism. & pretend, why not?

free my way.

that white-sharp baby-snake follows us around, nothing so special. forgive me for when i sinned & sinned again. whose one's the blame? what's a personal problem that can injury a sick man in that for ever? myself?

with the perfume so strong he loves? when i'm not too damn close inside it burns... what's the last time you fucking lied? your shit guessings that just followed you home to try to explain you that wasn't you that burned down the entire city & you feel sad for it. was the last time you feel like a boring kind of girl his favourite meal.

i only believe in miracles because i'm one.

&

be always like that &

still the same.

white roses delicate-colour & collectionesseur of flowers that fucks you up when they die. sometimes isn't just sometimes. it's moments & photographs & whrn you have nothing because you gave everything.

so i trust the birds & roads & cherry-coke

when he's not around i feel like my stomach is hurting & my nailing-broken & i start to laugh you know what? i've seem this before & what kind? ever/where. my blind throat from cemetary-hills cigarettes swamp new dollies & upper-sides stairs from rich boys schools that mouth with out lipglosses & death's here, my friends! we can talk about this with the angels all night! but never die! god...

thou i seem so grow i can start to sing'd like lana del rey about amid & old bibles & guns but i ain't lost woods & violets, each side of us is a star a fire, a blue eye, green & dark. wearing pink & black.

carrying a body in the snowdrops that once you loved & i couldn' think about anything only abscence. they'd be thinking something like i'm going to miss you.

the difference between lanes & streets. loosing diamonds to not be found. as if the sea got silent & there's too many seas like this but to feel that kind whose feel better & you cannot tell that just not is too important but there's no words over. simple. when you need simple you start to draw & knitte & create & its something you can buy & something you sell & something that's brilliant & fun & sounds like picnics & croissants & fantasy & horror & that thing doesn't have a soul & doesn't have a heart; like you.

rising so strong like the sun & i promise all of those tears have gone & will still be fine if have dishes by the sink with in honey-spons & some cups & in along the way, with the journey of the sun a journey to the church too. is when you heard bells.

order a pizza & time pass.

i give you a spring-lilac. i break thorns. i grt inspired by salt. now i know things i not knew. there's always a moon & if isn't there you will know she's there.

as we try to fight, dreams realize.

by my side there's an angel who drop from the sky. i was lost once & my soul was in trouble & i drop the night & it all sorted disappeared.

[minespatchart]

Enemy design of a Elden ring jarspider. Inspired by the cemetary shades.

[frostcorpsclub]

What’s in joanna’s bag?

Joanna's bag is this massive gothic grandma looking thing, but she loves it for all the space.

Her sculpting tools of course, many of which double as tools for self defense.

A sketchbook so she can jot down ideas and plan out the basis of future sculptures.

A kneaded eraser, she doodles in pen but she likess to keep it around so she has something to do with her hands since shes so used to constantly working on pieces at home.

Her coffin shaped pen case which is full of the pens she uses to doodle, all shaped like bones.

Cemetary dirt, she likes to collect it for multiple reasons. Firstly, it adds a unique shading to her non organic sculptures. Secondly, it adds a unique shading to HER (she uses it as contour for her makeup). Lastly, it adds an interesting undertone to her perfume!

Speaking of, she has a container with a dropper for her favorite perfume: Ezekiel 16:49 by BPAL with notes of blood, musk and ashes.

Syringes, for when she spots a person that she would very much like to use as a "muse" for her latest work.

A paralytic agent and a glowing blue liquid...it comes in a little glass vial.

[writingamongther0ses]

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[thehandwixard]

the kinda shit i want to do to sora (good for him) that would get me fired immediately if i somehow gained access to the key for the writing room for kingdom hearts. i think he could be cemetary shade. look up the cemetary shade death video for a fun buglike surprise