#faceless neil

[tomeebear04]

day 70

[buried-freak]

Art by Noella Boire

[chaifootsteps]

So you may not know about Faceless Neil (a sort of Tim Burtonesque horror stopmotion show project that is sloooowly being worked on) but whenever I see how underrated it is as a project and how something as badly written as HB and probably soon HH get praise, I couldn't help myself

This person had my utmost respect from the words "stop motion" and "nearly alone." Jesus Christ.

[i-am-very-confuse]

oh my god there’s more faceless neil stuff i thought it was just one short this is amazing i need to watch it all right now

[almostangrything]

Part two of the Faceless Neil fic- still a draft. I'll update it someday.

Back to the Land of the Living (AU) Part Two

      Neil put his backpack full of supplies on the boat. This boat was clearly sturdy since it didn't move at all when Neil put the backpack down. The boat started moving along the river. Manny was up at the front of the boat, and Neil was at the back with the supplies. "Hey Neil, come on up here! Look at how fast we're going!" Manny called back to Neil. Neil hesitantly walked up to the front of the boat. Manny was right, they were going fast. Neil didn't know how he didn't catch that before. Then Neil made a huge mistake and looked down at the river. It was going by so fast, and it was a really dark blue, which must mean that it would be really deep. Neil shuddered. He really didn't want to drown.

      Manny looked over at Neil and saw him shudder. "Are you ok?" he asked. "I'm fine," replied Neil. "Are you scared?" "A little, but I'll be fine." Manny paused for a second, thinking about how he could help his best friend. He glided behind Neil, put his arms around Neil's shoulders, and placed his chin on top of Neil's hair. He heard Neil's breathing relax and sighed, glad he could help Neil's anxiety.

      "We'll be fine, Tiny Killer. This boat is very stable. Magic, remember?" Manny said to Neil, carefully floating back from the front a little, causing Neil to take a step back as well. "Thanks," Neil said quietly, a little embarrassed. "No problem, Tiny Killer," Manny replied happily, letting go of Neil and floating over to look in his makeshift face. Neil smiled, because he always liked when Manny used that nickname for him. Manny knew it too, and smiled even wider in response to Neil smiling.

[filmswithoutfaces]

The Last of Us – "Infected" dir. Neil Druckmann

[panzerdrako]

Forbidden Brides of the Faceless Slaves in the Secret House of the Night of Dread Desire

Neil Gaiman

Shane Oakley

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Group A Round 2

[image ID: the first image is of The Faceless One, a cartoon character. his face is mostly shadowed, but it looks white and skeletal. the robes of his outfit are purple and have skeletal decorations. he has a ragged cape, strong shadowed arms, and floating above one of his palms is a green object that looks like a face or helmet. the second image is of Leila Vernon, a smiling girl with short dark hair, lighting a candle in a witch's shoe. she's wearing a shirt or jacket with sleeves long enough to cover her hands completely. end ID]

The Faceless One

So, MotU likes to do this thing where every time they reboot, revive, or reimagine the franchise, they change Evil-Lyn's backstory. Well, in 2002 they decided to make Evil-Lyn the daughter of a new character: the Faceless One. This man is my emotional support fictional dad and let me tell you why! The Faceless One used to be the ruler of his city. He was a middle aged man who had only one child, late in life: Princess Evelyn (Evil-Lyn). But baby Lyn was captured by the Faceless One's enemies and used as a hostage for Faceless to use his powerful sorcery to revive a Goddess. But no price was to high and no act too insurmountable for him to get his daughter back. So, the Faceless One REVIVED THE PETRIFIED BODY OF THE DEAD GODDESS SERPOS. And he got his daughter back, and everything seemed great. Right? WRONG! The Goddess Serpos, awoken from her slumber went to the Faceless One's city and razed it to the ground. Killed everyone except for Faceless and Lyn. Faceless managed to get Lyn out safely. But as punishment for reviving a dead Goddess and sacrificing an entire civilization for one person, he was cursed to be an immortal ghost that is trapped in the ruins of his city for all eternity. But if given the chance to do things over again, the Faceless One would still do the same thing. Nothing is more important to him than his daughter.   [additional propaganda 1]

Leila Vernon

I LOVE HER shes so cool. its been a while since ive read the books so hopefully i dont get anything wrong but she was an orphan obsessed w magic stunts yknow like houdini and stuff. the orphanage held an event for this magician Dante Vernon for the kiddos but Leila was bullied for being too optimistic so they locked her in a broom closet when he came so she couldnt see it (guys i cried). she managed to escape because she kept lockpicks on her and had practice so she managed to see the last act! then later she got adopted by Dante and his husband and theyre such a wholesome family i love them read the magic misfits please i beg of you

[misterradio]

everyone shut UP i just found out there is another faceless neil short

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Pre-Tournament: Neil Gaiman Brackets

FORBIDDEN BRIDES OF THE FACELESS SLAVES IN THE SECRET HOUSE OF THE NIGHT OF DREAD DESIRE (2004) (link)

Far away and far along the young man slammed his quill down upon the manuscript, spilling sepia ink across the ream of paper and the polished table.

HOW DO YOU THINK IT FEELS? (2006) (link) - tw: sex

"How do you think I feel?" she asked. "Knowing that you are going back to your wife, every night? How do you think it feels for me?"

TROLL BRIDGE (1993) (link)

My path was always flat and straight, and I walked along it through valleys and plateaus, valleys and plateaus. And eventually, in one of the valleys, I came to the bridge.

[fuzzynecromancer]

The inkstain joke always gets me.

Hello Mr.Gaiman

I really like good omens but my question is about one of the short stories you wrote called (take a deep breath) Forbidden Brides of the Faceless Slaves in the Secret House of the Night of the Dread Desire from Fragile Things. I want to know why you wrote it.

Thanks

For fun, mostly. I loved the idea of a world in which every Gothic cliche was a thing.

[girlzoot]

George Earnshawe regarded his wife with fond affection, and would have found her hatred of him astonishing. He thought of her in the same way, and with the same emotions, that he thought of anything which had been in the house for ten years and still worked well. The television, for example. Or the lawnmower. He thought it was love. —Neil Gaiman/Forbidden Brides Of The Faceless Slaves/Fragile Things

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Art by Noella Boire

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She is Noella Borie, so far not a lot of stopmotion clips on her channel, budget wise, but still a lot of good work !

https://youtube.com/@NoellaBorie

Everyone should go look at this. It's really interesting stuff!

(I can feel myself imprinting on the toothy ghost thing.)

[orangetintedglasses]

Anonymous said: your anger is justified, and you should use it. why shouldn't you be angry at brothers who disappointed you? or the people who could have told you something but chose their own selfishness over you? you try to look after the ones you love, but how much have they tried to take care of you in return? do not be afraid to be angry, little sapling. long as it doesn't consume you, it's only natural to feel when you are wronged. hear no evil // blindfolded and listening meme

Another shiver runs through him, though this one is purely the kind that comes with unnerved goosebumps as he tries to swallow around the sudden stone in his throat. It's not even necessarily that anger is new to him-- he's experienced it plenty of times, and even given into it here and there. Vash knows it's natural, and isn't against being angry per se...

... it's... it's who the anger is aimed at that makes him hesitant to feed it. People who he feels have reasons, and he doesn't want to be mad at them, but even that can't smother the feelings entirely...

[almostangrything]

More Fanfic

Back to the Land of the Living (AU)

Not a oneshot. Warning: This story has some angst. 

     Neil couldn't believe it. Manny, his best friend, had found a way for them to get back to the living world. He was going to see his parents again. He hoped that they would be excited to see him again. But what if they weren't? What if they didn't want him back? What if they thought he was hideous? He had no face, after all. He had no eyes, but empty black sockets, though he could still see. He recently got a mouth when Manny took him to a Face Shop the previous month. It had small lines around the top and bottom lips because none of the mouths there worked for him. The shopkeeper, Joe, told them that with a special needle and black thread, Neil could sew on his own mouth. It was painful, but Neil went through with it.

      It was nice being able to talk. He didn't have to rely on crude sign language or Manny to translate his thoughts. Because Manny was a spirit, he could choose to hear Neil's thoughts, which could get a little annoying at times. But Manny never listened to Neil's thoughts unless Neil wanted to say something because he didn't want to be too invasive. But now Neil could talk! He was so happy. That night, Neil and Manny had a little celebration. Manny ended up getting super drunk and was messing with Neil all night long. Manny got super clingy when he was drunk, although he didn't get drunk often. Only when they were celebrating something. It was kind of adorable. Neil often thought about how to explain their friendship to an outsider, as an outsider. The best one he thought of was, "This is Neil. He enjoys his personal space. This is Manny. He also enjoys Neil's personal space."  Neil didn't mind being near Manny; he liked it when Manny hugged him or patted him on the shoulder. Enough thinking about Manny, Neil thought. I have to get ready to go see my parents. He walked to his bathroom and looked in the mirror. He picked up his comb and tried to make his short-ish but very messy black hair to lie flat. He wasn't able to do much. Whatever he tried, his hair would bounce right back up. Neil liked it that way, but his parents might not. Neil walked out of the bathroom and grabbed his cell phone. They had pretty good service in Morteville, which was where Neil and Manny lived.

      "Are you up yet sleepyhead?" Manny's voice came from outside Neil's door. "I'm coming, I'm coming," Neil said. He opened the door at the same time Manny did, and they ended up bumping into one another and toppling over on the floor. "Woah, careful!" Manny said, surprised. "Sorry Neil, didn't know you were coming out." "It's fine Manny," Neil replied, smiling. He liked to smile because he could now, ever since he made his mouth. He could tell that Manny liked it too. Manny's smile widened a bit when he saw Neil smile. Manny was almost always smiling. It was the default position for his wide mouth. Neil and Manny got some toast, and then left their house. They passed the gates of Morteville, and Neil could see a thick white mist in the distance. He knew it was going to be cold, even though he had his coat on. He shivered a little at the thought. Neil hated the cold.

      Manny must have seen Neil shiver, because he placed one of his long arms around Neil's shoulder as he floated along. Manny didn't have any legs, so he glided along through the air like a snake, with his long, serpentine body. Manny's head was pale like a skull, but the rest of his body was black, like Neil's hair. "How are we going to get to my parents again?" Neil asked. "We'll travel down the River of Souls in a boat," Manny replied cheerfully. They went along a grassy path for about fifteen more minutes, not saying anything. Neil didn't know what to talk about. Finally he asked Manny to tell him about the river. "Hey Manny, why do they call it the River of Souls?" "Well it's easy, Neil," Manny replied. "They call it the River of Souls because all the souls travel down it when going to other realms." "Ohhh. Yeah, that makes sense, I guess." They went along for another couple of minutes until Manny said, "Here we are! The River of Souls." "I don't see it, where is it?" Neil asked, confused. Just then, the fog lifted. Neil gasped as he saw the dark blue river, with thin, light blue foam swirled on top. "Woah. It's so...pretty," Neil said, amazed. "It sure is a sight, ain't it?" Manny said, pleased that Neil found the river to be cool. "Well, hop aboard the boat and let's go!" "What boat?" Neil was very confused. "This boat!" A wooden boat, big enough for the both of them to lie down in comfortably, rose out of the water. Of course. Neil hesitated. Manny was already on the boat, but Neil really didn't want to fall into the river. He took a deep breath and stepped onto the boat. "Ummm...Manny? Doesn't the boat need oars?" Neil asked, worried that this wouldn't work after all. "Oh, we don't need oars, Neil. This one is self propelling and self piloting!" Manny replied, giggling a little at Neil's confusion. "Are you ready to go see your parents again?" Neil thought for a second about all his worries and doubts concerning his parents. Finally he said, "Okay, I'm ready. Let's go."