#extreme close ups

[offscreendeath]

[userarmand]

ASSAD ZAMAN as Armand Interview with the Vampire • "I Want You More Than Anything in the World"

[lowpolybread]

“He's going to go to school. And he's gonna learn things that you can't teach him there. And it's gonna be hard for the both of you. It's gonna be torture for the both of you. But he will be stronger for it on the other side.”

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS 1x02, 1x07

[ohitslen]

Something other about his eyes

Bonus! Based on this quick thing I did this afternoon and the idea took a bit more shape and turned into that thing from above uEK

[afraidparade]

how do you draw your hands so well (even when they’re simplified)? do you use any methods/references or did it just come with practice?

some HANDy advice from your dear sweet uncle

a lot of it does come naturally, but that's due to a lot of practice with REFERENCES(!!!!!!!) and also learning to draw from life, so that if i need a quick reference i can just look at my own hands. practicing simple geometry and foreshortening exercises will help build up your skills to do weirder poses, but at the end of the day it's just shapes

(also in case you've ever wondered why my fingers get so toony and bendy sometimes - it's half stylization and half because i'm double-jointed irl so my built-in references just. do that)

[d8tl55c]

[gingermintpepper]

There are many things people expect from one called 'God of Blood'. Always, the first thought is the blood of war, the blood of violence, the blood of the weak shed for the goals of the strong. Ares doesn't think of the blood of battle at all. When he thinks of blood, he envisions the many tied knots of blood bonds and bonds forged in the blood of battle. Blood sons and blood daughters, blood brothers and battle sisters, blood oaths and blood vengeance - he watches over them all and keeps close each one of these bonds.

One cannot begrudge his displeasure then when he realises he cannot tell Leto's offspring apart just by looking at them.

It was easier when it was just Artemis. Dark hair curled about her shoulders, a fierce mien whenever Father summons her to the mountain, a scattering of bones and blood shed whenever she was disturbed; the eldest child of Leto was a wild thing, sharp toothed with sharper claws always at the ready. There's whispers of her being a twin, of her other half being made to crawl on their belly as penance for their sin of god-slaying but Ares pays it little mind. What twins look alike among their number? Even dog litters are born distinct with all their unique markings inlaid in their fur. Artemis' twin too would be much more than their sister's mirror image.

Pouring over his list now, he wishes anything about Phoebus Apollo was that simple.

Mirror image did not begin to describe it. The twins were the same height, the same build, had the same colour and texture hair, ate the same raw food and drank the same amount of nectar. There was no difference in how they dressed, no difference in the company they kept, no variance in the weapons they used. There are some days Ares still cannot believe Phoebus will grow into a man and not some nymph with the way his ears have that slender point. He watches them now, sitting together beneath a shady palm and stringing their bows in an uncanny unison and curses because he still cannot tell them apart. What use is his skill in knowing blood when they both have the same damn blood running through their veins? What bond is there to sense when they are tied so tightly together, Ares can scarcely tell brother from sister?

He sighs. Unadorned and completely alone, the only way to know who is who is to speak to them. He'll have to find more ways to tell them apart from a distance. Surely they cannot stay this similar all the rest of their immortal lives.

[thebramblewood]

The night where it all began, part three.

Previous / Next

Lilith: [voice quivering] Where am I? Who are you?

Vlad: [abstractedly] Ah, you’re awake! Much sooner than anticipated, but it can only mean the transfer was success-

Lilith: You undressed me? What else have you done, you dirty old man?

Vlad: You misunderstand the circumstances, girl. Those men nearly killed you. I saved you. Your gown was ruined, so I only thought-

Lilith: Thought you’d have your way with me while I was helpless to resist?

Vlad: Please calm yourself. You were rapidly fading when I came upon you. Although I try to avoid meddling in human affairs, I’ve been seeking a student to mentor for some time. I was forced to act rashly and- 

Lilith: Stop speaking nonsense! My veins are burning, yet my bones chatter. What is happening to me?

Vlad: I bestowed upon you the dark gift. With it comes a second life, one that can be eternal. It will be difficult at first and certainly painful, but I can help. My name is Vladislaus Straud. Once you’re strong enough to travel, I’ll take you to my home. I’ll make you comfortable there. When the transformation is complete, there'll be no end to the things I can teach-

Lilith: I already have a home, and I’m not going anywhere with a violent pervert like you!

Vlad: [grunts in unexpected pain] Get back here, girl! You're being hysterical! [telepathically] You can run now, but you’ll return in time.

[fashionsfromhistory]

Ball Gown

Late 1860s

European

The MET (Accession Number: 1981.49.3a–c)

[wedarkacademia]

“He promised us that everything would be okay. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be okay. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.” ― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

[syscultureis]

Plural culture is yeah we mask really well, no one can tell

Literally every single time we've come out to someone about the system (/srs)

"Yeah I kinda had an idea"

Or

"Ohhh that makes sense now actually"

Like guys please ;-;

We are trying to pass ;-;

And we've had people ask us if we have DID without us even mentioning it like come on

[owlbabeart]

I can see that you’re lost….

I can see that you’re lost without me.

[crabsnpersimmons]

CRAB IS YOUR MOON OKAY WITH HUGS?

PLEASE THIS GUYS NEED SOME AFFECTION

LET ME JUST-

GHHHHHH-/pos

[its-not-a-pen]

Okay that’s enough thesis for today! Time for some tunes! (this is the shakuhachi I made using the bamboo I found at the bus stop)

On all levels except physical I am a lamentable peasant in a kurosawa movie about to be beheaded by the cruel shogun.

God I’m so obsessed with these things. I’ve only played metal flutes before and the difference is like night and day. the sound is incredibly woody and haunting, even with minimal practice. (Ive only played side flutes before). The finger holes are also quite big, which makes it really easy to play intervals. I did notice the sound quality changes a little bit the longer I play, which might be the dampness affecting the wood, but it could just be my imagination.

[sherlockig]

[good-to-drive]

Honestly one of my favorite stupid reddit takes was that guy who said George should have been more grateful that he got to witness John and Paul's relationship up close for so many years. Girl he almost murdered them and so would I and so would you.