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characters who are undead. characters who die in the end and so they've been dead from the start. characters who are chased by death. characters that chase death. characters who died and came back to life. characters that die again and again and again. characters who consider their past self dead. characters who were born in someone else's corpse. characters that claw their way out of the grave. characters whose deaths leave such a gaping wound that even their absence is still a presence. characters who are emissaries of death. characters who are alive but consider themselves dead. characters whose deaths are ambiguous. characters whose existences are defined by death.

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wolvf. gouache on paper. forgotten painting from around 2017

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For a client!

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todays warm up: The Abbey is full of ghosts again and it couldn't be a happier place

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AFRIQUE, JE TE PLUMERAI // AFRICA, I WILL FLEECE YOU (1992) dir. JEAN-MARIE TENO

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Heart of the Forest 🍂 - ig | bsky | twitter | commissions | prints

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Detective story set in a posthuman milieu were people are biologically immortal and immune to all diseases, but can still be killed instantly by massive physical trauma, so the leading causes of death are a. murder, and b. getting Final Destinationed in bizarre accidents. The protagonist's job is figuring out which is which.

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3am

Stickers

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so I finally got around to reading bram stoker's dracula (1897)

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3x03 "Secondo"

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Every "Romeo" and "Juliet" in the entirety of Shakespeare’s play brought together with 55,440 red lines

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why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

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this one took me 1,5 years details + process under the cut!

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run b(orz)oi run

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King Slayer

.::: it's summoning :::.

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superbloom

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Artem Rohovyi - Symphony of Branches gouache on paper