#macabre end

[deathdiet]

Drowned in sorrows Mourning the life Which sleeps eternally...

[michiororr]

Ghostober day six

Bewitched

"Something within your eyes says it could be the last time"

Yes, it's a combination of "he is" and "dance macabre"

Ghostober (2022) by @ pierrotgeist on Twitter

[bebemoon]

"mixing of life and death" spring look, requested by @tarttism .

comme des garçons oversize dress w/ ruffle trim, a/w 2oo8

rodarte floral-filled black bonnet, a/w 2o23

macabre gadgets "skull & star" sterling silver and pearl drop earring

alkemia "honored ghosts" perfume

simone rocha black leather lace-up "tracker" oxfords w/ bead embellishment

[tsururoach]

Miseternea for my oneshot "For Mercy Has Arrived." on ao3.

Between unfinished rituals and broken names, Misericorde finds Eternea again on a plane that's not quite reality. AU

There is no value in a name, after all.

[20ctrl]

i love these types of pictures but I can’t stop giggling at just the “I wonder” next to an eldritch horror of glued together dogs

[thebramblewood]

An Ill-Fated Afterparty: Part I

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Caleb: This was a bad idea, Lilith. I can still take her ho-

Lilith: Leave us be, Caleb! Isn't it past your curfew anyway?

Helena: [muffled] Yeah! Go to bed, Grandpa!

Lilith: Let's get you upstairs before you giggle yourself to death, darling.

Helena: [breathlessly] Holy shit! Are those, like, your great-great-grandparents? They look just like you!

Lilith: Yes, we Vatores have remarkably strong genes.

Helena: Are you fucking with me? You guys must've gone to one of those old-timey photo studios in the mall!

Lilith: [whispers] I think you're trying to distract me.

Helena: Distract you from what?

Lilith: From this. You know, the biggest, softest bed in the world is waiting for us just beyond these doors.

Helena: Well, then why are we still out here?

Lilith: Good question.

Helena: Lead the way, Ms. Vatore.

Lilith: I'll just slip into something more comfortable

Helena: [crains neck] What have you got hiding back there anyway? A closet full of skeletons?

Lilith: [laughs] The girl's got jokes. What's not to love?

Helena: [sighs contentedly] You'd better love me. Because there's no way I'm leaving this bed until you're dragging my cold, lifeless corpse away.

[fallbabylon]

Monk Hesleden Screen depicting the mouth of hell, c.1450- Bowes Museum Bernard Castle, UK

[nowimnothing-rx]

'Where I end and you begin'

By Casper Tricoteux, Sept 14 2024

[what-is-it-to-be-pk-esque]

I am so... empty and happy and idk... experiencing withdrawal after that baldur's gate 3 epilogue yall

I can't get over everything around the endgame scenes with Karlach and Astarion (and I mean the "good" endings!), I am literally still processing it days later 😭

Plus Gale being a professor, free of the orb?? Shadowheart being at peace, finding herself and able to adopt the Owlbear?? Her visiting Gale and Tara for tea??? Making her own cider and wanting to do a reunion party every year??? Being invited to lecture Gale's students and bring Astarion too and also stay and chat in his tower??? Halsin gets to be a dad like he's always wanted with all the orphans??? Karlach has hope for a new engine and may return home and might be more than friends with Wyll??? Lae'zel raging her dream, riding red dragons and learning to be more diplomatic? Jaheira being Jaheria and Minsc visiting Astarion much to his dismay (and somehow when he's not with my Tav in the Underdark or looking for a cure lol)?? Just... everyone living their best lives??? All of the hugs!???? My heart is so full the more I think about it but I also want to see it in the game and not my head 😭

Only issue is who gets Scratch??? Where has he been the past 6 months and where is he staying afterwards?? Did I miss this detail??

Basically that epilogue is so so wholesome and hopeful. Got me feeling like this once again

[rexscanonwife]

I may be insane

I made THREE s/i concepts since I was having trouble choosing a race, and it actually forced me to go against my knee jerk reaction and I ended up going with something I wouldn't have considered initially!

[moltengoldveins]

Writing out that end credits scene from Antarctic Empire I mentioned (it’s important to me that you know the song Techno is humming is Danse Macabre):

*open shot of a wide cluttered office, with stone was and deeply seated windows, each with a simple motive of a blue band and a white starburst in the center worked in stained glass panels. The walls are draped with thick tapestries and red curtains, framing several tables, all cluttered with kitsch. The rest of the room seems to be roughly divided between a paper-and-books office space and a blacksmithing setup. This is, as common sense would put it, probably really stupid. And a fire hazard.*

*techno walks across screen, from the office side to the smithy, quietly humming. He’s carrying a bucket of water in one hand and wearing his cape and crown. His tail snatches something from a table as he steps offscreen*

*a waist-high shot of techno draping his cape over the back of a chair and his crown over one of the prongs on the back, walking foreword past the camera and out of frame. He’s honestly barely in focus, our eyes are drawn to the crown. We can hear him put the bucket down and pull a chair out from behind camera*

*cut to a closeup of his upper body at table-level as he settles. His humming is louder now, and he’s prepping what looks like gold wire. We cut again to see him from behind at a yet-unseen work table, this one in an open part of the room. He’s framed in front of the open front of a massive fireplace, roaring brightly, whose light has been one of the easiest ways to tell where things are in this space thus far. Techno grabs a tiny hammer and begins tapping at whatever he’s working at.*

*cut again, this time to see him hauling with one hand at the bellows, the other flipping through a heavy book tucked into his elbow. He’s timing the beats of his humming to the breath of the bellows, and as the scene picks up pace the background music kicks in, accompanying his voice until it eventually drowns it out.*

*what follows is a gradually hastening series of shots, timed to the music, of Techno’s work at the forge and his desks, crafting and enchanting and scrapping attempts at something. His cape and crown are thrown down in the same chair at the same angle with increasing frustration, and we see him scribbling again and again on diagrams we can’t quite make out. The intention is clear: whatever he’s making isn’t good enough.*

*finally, the music comes to a screeching halt as we see Techno crush his latest attempt, turn to hurl it at the wall, and freeze at the sight of a pile of loot and refuse heaped in the corner of his room. We cut to a front shot, his expression somewhere between shocked and enraged, and pan slowly away until we are in a pile of something indistinct that he’s staring at. He pauses for a moment, the scene dead-silent, then steps forward to rake through the rubble, yanking out a massive intricate necklace of diamond and emerald. It looks obscenely expensive, made even more absurd by the fact that it’s just… sheen sitting in his office in a heap. There’s a closeup of his hands, thumbing over the gems in the necklace. clever eyes might remember this necklace as one the vicious former queen was wearing in most of the political scenes in the film, including Phil’s introduction in the very beginning.*

*one last cut, this one with a distinct difference in light from the previous to imply time passing. Techno is working, but he looks satisfied again, and is back to humming. He cuts off as Phil knocks on the door behind him*

Phil: Techno! You up?

Techno (scrambling to cover whatever it is he’s making): Yes?!

Phil; Get your arse out here, we’ll be late for petitioner’s hour!

Techno: I’m the Emperor, *he turns, grinning, to set a tool down on the table and grab his crown as he stands* I can cancel petitioner hour if I please!

*the shot continues as Techno walks out of focus, opening the door and slamming it shut, leaving us to pan across the mess of the table until we reach two massive rectangular-cut emeralds, set in intricate gold housings and glittering in the morning sunlight. They lay on a stack of haphazard sketches and draft papers. In the corner, if you pause the frame, you can see the words ‘friendship emeralds’ scrawled in Techno’s handwriting on one of the pages and underlined several times. The emeralds hum slightly as they glitter, runes flickering in their depths, clearly enchanted. There’s one last faint repetition of the musical motive techno has been humming.*

*cut to black*

[dontvap0rdawave]

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[blueiight]

[deva-arts]

Your teacher grading Vincent for a project must be fun.

I'm actually this 🤏 close to scrapping it.

[darkheliotrope]

The First World - Echoes of the Vanished

The planet convulsed - a dying titan in its final throes. The very ground trembled, as if mourning its own demise. I stumbled across the desolate beach, my boots sinking into the ashen sand. The sea, once tempestuous, now raged with a primal fury - an ocean of wrath. Its waves clawed at the shore, pulling ancient bones back into the abyss.

The Bones and Fossils:

More bones lay scattered - a macabre mosaic. Rib cages, femurs, and mandibles protruded like broken promises. These were not remnants of creatures; they were echoes of civilizations - their architects and dreamers reduced to calcified whispers. The fossils bore witness to cosmic indifference, their hollow eyes staring into oblivion.

The Storm-Torn Sky:

Above, the sky had unravelled - a tattered veil. The stars had fled, leaving only voids - black holes that devoured light. The Milky Way - once a celestial river - had become a chasm, its banks eroded by entropy.

The Atmosphere’s Demise:

The air tasted of sulphur and despair. The atmosphere had unravelled, molecules torn apart by cosmic forces. Steam rose from fissures in the ground, carrying with it the memories of lost cities. Debris - shards of crystalline structures - swirled like ghosts. The suns, feeble embers, cast elongated shadows - the last dance of entropy.

The Skeleton’s Scream:

And there, on the beach, sat the skeleton - a relic of defiance. Its bones were charred, fused by the heat of cataclysm. Its skull, tilted toward the heavens, bore the etchings of cosmic runes. Hollow sockets stared at the fractured sky, and its jaw hung open - a silent scream. What had it witnessed? What horrors had etched themselves into its calcium lattice?

I approached the skeleton, drawn by morbid curiosity. Its ribs seemed to vibrate - an echo of terror. Had it been a scholar, a lover, a heretic? Its bony fingers clawed at the sand, as if trying to escape its own fate. But the sky above was indifferent.

The Cosmic Tragedy:

“Why?” I whispered, though the wind carried my words away. “Why did you stay?”

The skeleton’s jaw moved - an illusion, surely. But I heard its voice - a rasp, a lament.

“Curiosity,” it seemed to say. “The hunger for answers.”

Answers that had led to oblivion. Answers that had unraveled the fabric of existence. The planet had become a cosmic tragedy - a requiem for forgotten souls. The last person - the one consumed by unspeakable horror - had left no trace. Only this skeleton remained - a sentinel of despair.

As the lava stream surged, devouring the beach, I sank to my knees. The sea roared, the sky wept, and the skeleton’s scream echoed through time. I closed my eyes, feeling the heat lick my skin. The planet pulsed - a dying heartbeat.

And then, as if in response, the ground split open - a maw of molten hunger. I fell, my fingers grazing the skeleton’s ribcage. Its scream merged with mine - a chorus of anguish.

The planet trembled, I couldn't surrender to the abyss - I had to leave. Electra why did you send me to witness the final threads of a dying world?

May its echoes linger in the void…

[gothdamask]

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