#virgil dead

[casart]

Happy birthday you anxious thing💜

[weirdlookindog]

"Just because that lovely girl smiled at you, does that mean she's alive? Better take another look— she may be a walking corpse named Vera LaValle . . ."

Virgil Finlay (1914–1971) - Illustration for Robert Bloch's novelette 'The Dead Don't Die!'

(Fantastic Adventures Vol.13 #7, July, 1951)

[orbch]

“but her new chosen family was just as complicated as the old one was”

[majorlb]

what if Edwin learns the firespell first of all, because Charles froze to death and if he could've made fire at that time, he could've kept him warm.

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Imperial LeBaron Southampton, 1960. Modeled by Mary McLaughlin, the wildly exaggerated styling of the second generation Imperial was by Virgil Exner.

[psstitsnynx]

I know I haven’t posted anything in a while but here’s a Virgil drawing

We love Thomas Sanders & Sanders sides in this household <3

[lefaystrent]

"I want to tell you something."

Thomas speaks the words into the quiet of the kitchen. He stares down at the pot of water sitting on the stove. The burner has been lit, and the heat rises. Soon, the water will boil.

"And it's- it's something that I've thought for a long time now. Years. But I've never said anything."

The smallest of bubbles rise to the surface. Over his shoulder, Thomas can see Patton sitting at the bar.

"It's okay. Take your time," he says. His nose scrunches up as he smiles. His glasses reflect a scattering of kitchen light.

Thomas snorts. "I think years is enough time." He breaks a bundle of pasta in half, letting them fall gently into the steaming water. He adjusts the temperature, then shifts on his feet. "I've just...never said anything," he repeats.

"You don't have to say anything at all." Janus sits at the bar instead. He wears a frown, and he's leaned over the surface with his chin in a propped palm, but the patience in his gaze belays his bored demeanor. "If you don't want to, you don't have to. I certainly won't force you."

Want to? No.

Thomas shakes his head and stirs the pot. "I think I need to."

"Do you?" Logan sits at the bar. His arms are folded over his tie, but it's not an intimidating pose. It's careful. Considerate. "I'd like you to take a moment to 'check yourself before you wreck yourself', as they say. Is that how you use that phrase?"

Thomas rolls his eyes, and yet he's smiling. This is a heavy topic, but it's not constricting. He stirs the noodles easily and they begin to fold together like they were made to. "I'm okay. I don't need to think about it more. I'm not anxious, not really."

"Yeah?" And now it's Virgil sitting at the bar. He stops as if he had been caught in the middle of playing with the string of his hoodie. Then he smooths down the front of his clothes. No ruffles here. He nods. "Good. That's good. That's good, right?"

Thomas still smiles. "Yes, that's good." The pasta softens as it swirls around the water. Round and round it goes. When will it stop? Nobody knows.

"Well don't just keep me in suspense!" Remus slams his hand down on the bar. And then he does it again and again, maybe just to hear the smack, smack, smack. He's not grinning maniacally or anything. Just a quirk of his mustache. A glint in his eyes. A cocked brow. "You know I love a good tease... but this is playing too coy!"

Thomas heaves a huge sigh. "I guess I just..." He trails off. He knocks the spoon against the pot's rim to shake off the water. He sets it aside. "I just don't want this to change anything."

The warmth of the burner blankets his face. The stove vent thrums above his head, and distantly Thomas hears the air conditioner click on. A light sheen of perspiration beads across his face, but its not wholly unpleasant.

Would it be bad? If this did change anything?

Roman sits at the bar. His shoulders are low, like all the breath has left him. He watches Thomas calmly with sad eyes. "What have you got to lose?"

In the pot, the pasta swirls and swirls until it's ready.

"I love you," Thomas finally says, and he turns to look over his shoulder to find that it's himself who sits there.

The other him beams proudly. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

Satisfied, Thomas flicks off the stove burner and drains the water in the sink. He stirs together noodles, hamburger meat, and red sauce, until its in perfect measures, just the way he likes it.

After making himself a plate, Thomas sits at the dining table. He is alone with himself, and he's alright with that.

[fossilizedhysterics]

cw for suggestive humor🙏 . . . . . . . . . .

today, i bring you more funnies. tomorrow? who knows.

[amicus-noctis]

[uh-e-rinnie]

what's your name? my name...

[casart]

Sketch for the purp man's birthday~💜

[weirdlookindog]

"He did kill her! He did send her, living still, to be burned to ashes in a metal coffin!"

Virgil Finlay (1914–1971) - Illustration from Paul Ernst's 'The Dead Moan Low'

(Weird Tales, January, 1937)

[mysterious-secret-garden]

Jean-Edouard Dargent - Illustration from Dante's Divine Comedy, 1870.

[idliketobeatree]

love this new hozier song, hymn to payneland virgil

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Plymouth Sport Suburban,1958. Another Virgil Exner design, between 1956 and 1961 Plymouth's wagons were sold as a separate model line from their saloon/coupe counterparts. The brochure page shows "exclusive features" including rear fender storage for the spare wheel which was first used on the Plainsman concept in 1956

[itsguysnightitsironic]

"And the devil is but a ram and I am only hunger."

The only difference between an innocent hand and a guilty one is which points first.

So the witches are linked with the rams... Because they are scapegoats? Put Goya in the phone right now, HE NEEDS TO KNOW-

(REFERENTS UNDER THE CUT)

As always, my dear Goya is here. Because this man's work is in the back of my mind like a second peer of eyes. (Get him out)

Brujas sábado (1789) de Francisco de Goya

And the only painting ever that it's The Descent from the Cross by Van der Weyden, which it's a monster of a painting, this painting will kill god and become one.

The Descent from the Cross (1435) by Rogier van der Weyden

And my dear Romanic paintings that will always be the most entertaining art ever, we will never surpass their madness, love them dearly.

Particular judgment of the soul and Saint Peter and Saint Paul (late 13th century) in the MEV, Museum of Medieval Art