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Inktober 2023 / Day 20 - Frost/ Dishonored
How this correlates to 'frost' perhaps could do with small back story and explanation .
In my country in old folk tales was belief that the way to the land of the dead is trough cold and frosty places. Each February, when it is coldest in here, sometimes the dead might come back to visit us too. We even lit candles in February so that ancestors spirits would find their way to us so they can see we are doing well. Putting lights on our windows is still a tradition (and not related to Christmas).
When I was meditating on what should I do to nr.20: Frost, and closed my eyes, this one song started to play on my local playlist while outside was snowing. Yello- "Monolith" (<- YT link) ... and I immediately got of a scene of Daud after his death taking journey slowly trough the Void on board of Dreadful Wale towards the shimmer and empty forgetting who he is and who he was.
The Void always felt cold and frosty to me.
Daud's journey after death might be something I return to after Inktober outside the Inktobers time limitations. Down-scaling probably again killed some details. Also after inktober might post better versions of all those DH environments.
From same Dishonored related series as prompts 3 and 14 and one of few works without any Hellraiser reference (even when I almost added Leviathan in it as there's some similarities of the Old God in DotO and HR leviathan)
#inktober 2023#inktober#dishonored#dishonored 2#ship#dailysketch#void#inktober2023#inspired by song#fanart#environment
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You made me a star in your constellation
Left me with goodbye, no explanation
Guess I was wrong to think we would be forever
Now I'm lost somewhere
interstellar
#song: interstellar Annabel Gutherz#I’ve had this idea in my mind since I’ve listened to this lol#finally decided to draw it lol#nine sonic prime#nine the fox#sonic prime#sonic prime nine#digital art#fanart#inspired by song#sonic prime 3
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Please Notice
Little Limoreau one shot, drabble, type thing. I wrote this at 3 am, utterly sleep deprived and surged with sudden motivation. Story of my life. But yeah, not edited at all but thought id share anyway.
Inspired by the song "Please Notice" by Christian Leave.(like, word for word).
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Jordan is a very observant person. At least they like to think they are. Or maybe it's just something about Marie Moreau. Ever since she stormed into their life, they've noticed things about her, made assumptions based on her words and actions. But they realized just how wrong they were after she went off at them during the gala. They had misread her completely. And they were definitely an asshole for that. Maybe they weren't paying enough attention. Maybe it was because they never even bothered to have a conversation with her outside of bickering with each other. They thought she was this naive, privileged, perfect girl with a perfect little family, who had everything handed to her because of how annoyingly perfect she acted. Now knowing the truth, they couldn't help but laugh at how wrong they got her. After learning about her past and how hard she's worked to get to where she is, and after all the shit life’s thrown at her, still wanting to be a good person and actually help people. That was admirable, to say the least. In that way, she really was perfect. At least that's how Jordan thought of her. Sure, she had her flaws, but it was how she acted despite them that made them love her even more.
Holy shit…. They love her?
It took Jordan a while to come to terms with that revelation. Tried brushing it off as some silly crush they had for this objectively attractive woman, but no, it was so much more than that. That's when they started to go out their way to hang out with her more, talk with her, get to know her. They even offered to help her study for her classes, and she accepted! Which was a big win in Jordan's book.
So there they sat, trying their best to not stare at Marie's face for too long, as they studied in the school's library. Even after they manage to pry their eyes away from her, trying to focus on the book in front of them, Jordan can't help but let their mind wander. It was distracting, to say the least. Jordan often found themselves daydreaming about Marie . And when they slept, they had dreams about her. And when they're not dreaming, they just straight up think about her. She's always infiltrating their thoughts. It's excruciating. Jordan wondered if Marie ever thought of them. Dreamed of them like they did her. Jordan wanted to know, needed to know how she felt, cause they weren't sure if they could go on without knowing.
Ever since Jordan realized their (probably unrequited) love for Marie, they began to pay more attention to her, catching little things here and there about her. They could tell Marie was really focused when she began to chew on her bottom lip, eyebrows furrowed. Or how she does a little dance when she gets excited about something. When she's mad she closes her eyes, and when she's sad she lets out a specific sounding sigh. Jordan wonders if those sighs are ever over them, or if they're ever the reason she shuts her eyes in anger. They hope to never be.
Jordan wonders if Marie notices things about them. Wonders if she's noticed that Jordan clenches their jaw then they're mad, or how they tend to get silent and fall into themselves when they're sad. They wish she could see the words they say to her. The hints and hidden meanings they send her way when they speak. They're trying to be subtle, but maybe they need to be more clear. Say it out loud, straight up, no beating around the bush. But that sounded terrifying. The thought of saying too much too soon, scaring her away. They weren't sure if they could handle that.
But it's been months. And they need to know. They need her to know. Need her to know how in love with her they are. Need her to see how in love with her they are. And they need her to know how everything she does makes their heart stop and takes their breath away.
But Jordan will soon find out that Marie does in fact feel the same way. She does think of them during the day, and dreams about them at night. She notices how they clench their jaw when they're mad and how they fall silent when they're sad. How they smile (with those beautiful dimples on display) every time they spot each other in a room. But she isn't perfect. She has her own insecurities holding her back from saying anything outright. So for now they drop little hints and messages in the words they say, hoping Jordan picks up on just how mutual the feelings are.
Neither of them asked for this. To be helplessly enamored with a beautiful person who just waltzed right into their lives. But God are they glad they did. It was too precious a thing to risk, they thought. But they could live with silently loving each other for now. So long as they could keep the other in their lives. As long as the other was happy in their company, it was all that mattered. And maybe one day they will both notice how much they love each other. They'll both know how much the other loves them back. And everything will be right.
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Hope you enjoyed! 😎👍❤️
#gen v#gen v fic#limoreau#limoreau fic#limoreau drabble#limoreau oneshot#jordan li#marie moreau#inspired by song#who needs sleep when you can think of Limoreau#it was 3am#bear with me#wrote this instead of sleeping#wrote this instead of my other fic#we ball#pb writes
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"Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again"
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence"
The Sound of Silence
Song by Simon & Garfunkel
inspiration from @occultradio (look I made a technicolor alien!) and @medleymisty for the profound and lovely words they wrote that inspired me to think of the song. Original gallery build by curlypinksims I tweaked it to my needs.
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Too Sweet For Me
I take my whiskey neat,
My coffee black and my bed at three’
You’re too sweet for me -Hozier
You knock back a shot of whiskey as you watch your Captain Mactavish laugh around a table. Your eyes recorded every detail it could, the scruffy beard that complemented his face so well. You couldn’t help but be entranced.
Your heart ached as you saw his lips curl upward in a smile.
Gripping your glass tighter, you ask the bartender over the counter for another shot.
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You turned in your bed, your dreams plagued with limerence for Mactavish. You dreamed of him in almost perfect detail…It caused you as much pain as it did euphoria.
You woke up with a cold sweat in your quarters. You carefully shuffle out of your bed, trying not to wake your bunkmate.
You shuffle out to the balcony to catch your breath. You feel for the crushed cigarette box in your pocket and light one for yourself, taking a deep draw of nicotine and letting it out into the freezing night air.
You couldn’t help yourself when you choked down a lump that started to form in your throat.
The tears followed soon after.
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“You better forget about Mactavish.”
You jumped, surprised at the remark.
“Why…Sir?”
The General put a hand on your shoulder. The expression on his face almost resembled pity.
“Trust me.”
He slid you a couple of bucks, placing it in your palm.
“Get yourself a drink tonight.”
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You look through your sight, taking in Mactavish. He looked as determined as ever.
You had let your limerence boil..You were sure you had forgotten about him, but some admiration for him remained. You wondered how you caught feelings for him over the course of your career..and thought how badly it would have ended for the both of you if you’d gotten together. You gritted your teeth, frustrated at your train of thought and hated how much pain it caused you when you determined it was best to keep a distance from him.
Frustration boiled over to anger as you pulled the trigger.
#soap x y/n#soap x reader#captain mactavish#cod mw3#cod 2009#angst#brain worms#inspired by song#you’re too sweet for me#i take my whiskey neat#reader insert#oneshot#i love writing angst
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#inspired by song#lucifer musical#warrior cats#warrior cats designs#cats#erin hunter#onestar#darktail#art#digital drawing#star#SoundCloud
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"I love you more than BDSM"
#art#drawing#manga#anime#oc#demon#horns#illustration#digital art#digital illustration#traditional artist to digital#fizica#inspired by song#original character#finished
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you look so pretty
#tom odell#black friday#black friday tom odell#inspired by song#inspired#sadnees#feel blue#purple#purple aesthetic#you look so pretty#flowers#works of art#painting#rain#spotify#wallpaper#collage#aesthetic#inspiration#world#melanchonic#love songs#music playlist#playlist#edit
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. . . I wanna leave.
How I imagine me, @akin0ue, and @justghostsribbles would be at a party. Inspired by "Dance Til' You Stop" by NSP.
Very quick illustration I did for fun. I have noticed recently that when I think, "I haven't done this medium in a while" I end up doing a whole bunch of illustrations afterwards in said medium.
#my art#illustration#digital art#party#fire alpaca#nsp#inspired by song#dance til' you stop#I got real lazy on the lighting
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Seven - Explicit Ver. by Jung Kook (feat. Latto)
I am not mentally existing rn, I just wanna store this in my blog before I forget
Also, don't question my music taste okay. I have— a very wide range of preferences (plus the beat slaps)
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this woman’s work, kate bush
for @tlkafterparty
#the last kingdom#tlkafterparty#rip to a real one (a cool wife too good for this world)#uhtred x gisela#uhtred#gisela#long post#my edits#prompts: romantic relationships and angst#inspired by song
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My drawing inspired by Fools garden-Lemon Tree🍋
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Flowers in my Hair by Wes Reeve but it’s Chuuya angst
#soukoku angst#chuuya angst#bsd fanart#inspired by song#bungou stray dogs#dark era bsd#angst#bsd#bsd chuuya
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If You Could See Me Now
Part 1 - harry
Harry first asked about his father when he was five. His teacher at St. Gregory wanted her students to write something about their father. Harry asked her what a father was and he never saw someone look so pityingly at him before. He decided he hated that look and never asked her again. He knew father meant dad when a nicer student told him. The kid was bullied by Dudly afterwards.
He went home that day and asked aunt Petunia about his father. He was forbidden from asking questions but he really wanted to know who his father was and why did everyone have a father but him. Aunt Petunia's face became red with anger but she answered him anyway.
His father died. In a car crash. He was a drunk who didn't care for his family. Didn't care for Harry's mother or Harry, not enough to stay alive and take care of his own problem.
He asked her what his father's name was but in response, he got an angry shriek from her and was told to get out.
That night Harry cried like he never had. He wondered if his father had ever wiped the tears off his face when he was a baby. Maybe he had. Maybe he even sang him songs to make him fall asleep.
That night Harry pretended his father was there, singing him to sleep. And his mother was standing outside the door watching them fondly.
Harry knew the truth about his father when he was eleven. He also got to know his father's name. James. It was such a nice name he thought. And it'd fit his father well. How? He doesn't know. But James sounds like a name that'd belong to his father.
He also got to know James wasn't a careless man. He wasn't the drunk that his aunt told him about. James was a brave man. He did care about Harry. He did care about his wife, Harry's mom. And for the first time, he wondered if he was anything like his father.
And when Harry got the picture book from Hagrid he couldn't help but think that's how his father was supposed to look. He had a mental image of James and Lily and it didn't match the real pictures. But he couldn't help but think that they matched perfectly.
When Harry was thirteen he got to know a little bit more about his father. He not only loved Harry and Lily but also loved three other people. They were his family as much as Harry and Lily were and he loved them as much as Harry loves Ron and Hermione. He got to know how much of a great man his father was. How he made three strangers his family. How he managed to earn the respect of two of them to the extent that were ready to die for him. And for the hundredth time, Harry wondered if he was anything like him.
When Harry was fifteen he got to know about a darker side of his father. His father wasn't always the hero Harry and everyone around him made him out to be. He was also a boy once upon a time. He made mistakes. Great mistakes. And for a moment he hated him. Harry hated James.
But then Sirius died. And the world came crumbling to his feet. He realized he never loved anyone as much as he loved Sirius, not even his real father. And with the earlier discovery, he didn't know if he should feel guilty or not.
When Harry turned seventeen he finally was able to forgive his father. He finally was able to look at him as a person rather than the hero he wanted him to be at the age of eleven or the villain he thought he was at the age of fifteen.
James Potter was a human who made terrible mistakes. But even with all those mistakes, James Potter was a great man. To him. To everyone. And when he saw James in the forbidden forest he couldn't feel anything but longing. Longing for both his parents' touch, for Sirius' touch, for Lupin's calm voice.
When Harry turned twenty-one he stood in front of a mirror and wondered if his father looked like this when he died. He has always heard how much he looked like his father all his life. Did he look like this when Harry last saw him?
Harry compared himself to the picture of his father. The one where he was a baby and in the middle of his parents. He touched his chin, his hair, his ear. It did look a lot like James.
But Harry would age. He'd turn twenty-two.
James wouldn't. James would always be youthful, forever twenty-one. People won't tell Harry how much he looks like James anymore.
Would people stop telling him that now? He doesn't want them to stop. He loved it when people told him that, even when he hated James.
Lily's eyes and James' features, that's how he liked to be described. That's how Mary MacDonald described him when she came to meet him.
Harry touched his cheek again. Would James be proud if he could see him now? Was James proud of what he's done though out his life? Would James love him as much as Harry loves him even after not really knowing him?
How would James feel about Harry? What would he feel? How would he react if he ever saw Harry like this? Would he say what everyone says? That Harry looks just like him.
He wouldn't maybe. Maybe he would say Harry was just like his mum. How would James handle all of the trouble Harry caused at Hogwarts? Would he have been proud or annoyed? Would he hate Harry for hating him at the age of fifteen?
What would he say? What would he feel? Would James recognize Harry? Would he approve of everything Harry did or shake his head in disagreement?
At that moment Harry decided that he loved his mother more because he never had a doubt that she loved him and was proud of him. But mother sounds like the kind of person that is always with you. At least the things he heard of his mother made him feel like that.
Harry was twenty-three when he started hating October 31st.
When he was at Hogwarts he didn't think much of the day. It was fun. Hogwarts' feasts were amazing. But as he became older he learned it wasn't only a day to celebrate Halloween. It was also the day they celebrated Harry and his parents. It was the day his parents died. It was the day that didn't let him get close to his heroes. The day that took the ones that he still wants the most with him. The day which changed his life forever. That was the day for which he would never get to know if his parents were proud of him.
Harry was twenty-five when he became a father himself and he never wanted James Potter to be with him more. He named his child James.
Did his father feel like this when he was born? Did James Potter feel nervous and helpless and so in love when Harry Potter was born? He accepted that he would never know. But he would do everything to make him proud. He would become the father to James that James Potter would have been for him but couldn't be.
And no matter how old he got and how so many people stopped saying he looked like James he still looked for his father's approval. In things that didn't matter. He would always ask what his father would do or say in a certain situation. And even though he would never get the answer to that because he never knew his father to begin with he still formed an answer and went with it. Because if they were seeing him now, he only wanted them to be proud of him and happy for him. The days of worries were over. Now he only wanted his parents to be side by side and wait for him till his time comes.
And they were his guardian angel Harry thought. They must have always looked after him. Because how did he even survive all these years if they weren't looking over him? James must have been proud of Harry. He must have loved Harry. Enough to stay there even when he couldn't. Harry's parents loved Harry and in return Harry loved them. It took Harry all these years to learn. Now he only wishes Teddy would understand that too. Understand it sooner than Harry. And he didn't know how to help the younger boy because what they felt towards their respective parents was vastly different. He can only wish with time Teddy would come to the conclusion that Harry had. His parents loved him and were proud of him.
#harry potter#harry james potter#james potter#lily potter#lily evans#the marauders#sirius black#remus lupin#teddy lupin#heavy angst#marauders#writing#hp short stories#harry deserves better#angst#inspired by song#short story#hp fanfcition#hp fanfic#harry potter fanfiction#cannon compliant#james potter x lily evans#james potter x lily potter
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🎶They hear you when you cry
This love is far and wide
When you smile the stars align
Flower of the universe
And child of mine🎶
In fact, I have long missed my AU (and not only my au), since I temporarily postponed drawing the next page of my main au (a painful past) … Although I postponed it for a while, but this does not mean that I will not draw by my AU :D
And yes, these "flowers" .. They are the personification of character / fear..There should also be a male version (Chris, Nicky and Martin (Michael)), but some other time … when I make an animatic / animation about them :) (I also had plans to draw Edeline, but..not today)
These girls (except Christina) are not mine..They belong to @askkassandragf-v-2 and @mochi-chan-2006 (I allow you to change the flowers and their colors by the way (if you want))
I forgot about it … I was inspired by this song 💙
Oh yeah..I still have to redraw some old art (I do not like it 😰)
And make animatic (or maybe animation (not meme animation)…Wip :’)
I have a lot to do lol
#hello neighbor#hello neighbor au#hello killer#hello killer 2#hello psychopath#total drama#total drama au#a painful past#gift for you#wip#digital art#inspired by song#glitchthecreatortdau#my drawings
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There will come a poet
Whose weapon is His word
He will slay you with His tongue
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
He will slay you with His tongue
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
There will come a ruler
Whose brow is laid in thorn
Smeared with oil like David's boy
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
Smeared with oil like David's boy
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
I really. REALLY. wanted poet but I got king. so yeah.
comms open! see here for info!
#zwienzixes draws#soldier poet king#hands#crown#ink spill#artists on tumblr#digital art#digital painting#inspired by song
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