#falls the shadow

[echoes-in-echoclan]

And thus this moon is over...

Quillpaw belongs to @blazingmicah-wc

Moon 0 

Moon 44.3 - Moon 45

[viillette]

"I'm damned whether the Pope absolves me or not. The things I've done..." Arthur, she thought numbly. She swallowed, said, "What things, Papa?" He looked at her, and for a moment she truly thought he was going to answer. But he said only, "Things God could never forgive." "That's not so, Papa. There is no sin so great that God cannot forgive it." He took her hand in his, raised it to his lips, and then he laughed, backed away. "Do not believe it, lass, not for a moment! There is no forgiveness, either in this world or the next." "You're wrong, Papa." Joanna drew a deep breath, said, "I could forgive you any sin." John gave her an odd smile, shook his head. "No, lass," he said. "You could not." He moved to the table, with an unsteady hand poured himself another cupful of wine. "If that mad old man be right, I'll have reigned for fourteen years. Passing strange, for it seems longer, much longer." He turned back to face Joanna, still with that strange smile. "There is but one lesson worth learning, one you must teach your children, Joanna. That nothing in life turns out as we thought it would, nothing..."

— Here Be Dragons by Sharon Kay Penman

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: "You're a psychiatrist," Will says. "Between your personal and professional lives you must have met thousands of people, you must know dozens of different flavors of pathology. Do you know anyone who would take me as I am? Who would be able to love me," he gestures in a sweeping motion, from his messy hair to his stained knee, "just as I am?" "I do." Bedelia's words shock Will into stillness. “Really?” AKA an AU where Bedelia is Will’s psychiatrist instead of Hannibal, Will makes a series of increasingly questionable life choices, and no one should ever take Bedelia’s advice. Ever.

Author: @littlesystems

[distort-opia]

I drew some art for Falls The Shadow as it has been living rent free in my head for the last couple of weeks now, it’s just THAT good. I really really hope you like it and ahhhhhhhh I hope I did Brennan justice

@avituses UM. What in the hell is happening with your account, first the incredible REMS art didn't show up anywhere in the tag and I didn't get any notification for you tagging me, and now I have zero memory of this ask?? No notification?? I've been scrolling now and saw the art AND OH MY GOD???

This is AMAZINGGG, thank you so much!! Hope it's okay if I immediately add it to the fic, fuck. It's so delightfully creepy, and Joker's expression is perfect. You absolutely did Brennan justice. I'm so amazed by people's love for him, it's the second time someone drew him! I love it, and I'm so glad you enjoyed FTS so much.

[wheatisstillwheat]

WIP Wednesday!

Hi folks! I’m alive and (mostly) well - it’s finals week and I’m inching across that finish line for my semester.

but MANY WIPS ARE ON THEIR WAY.

so here’s a glimpse at the next part of my Apocalypse/Station 11 AU - Falls the Shadow:

Eddie thinks about Macbeth for the first time since his second time through senior English class. 

Look. Eddie might have struggled in school, but it’s like his Uncle always said: 

“Eds, if they judged folks on the kinda smarts they possessed instead of the kind of smarts they thought they ought to have, everyone’d be better off. You got all the brains you need, probably too much for your own good, really. Don’t let those letters get to you, kid.” 

Eddie’s smart, just not school smart. 

He’s music smart.  Learning songs just by listening to the radio, fingers bleeding over strings as he played and replayed the chords, bent over his guitar in his bedroom until he got his favorite tracks just right.

He was body smart. He could move his body around, always moving, he was, even as a child. Running, jumping, skidding over dirt roads, climbing up trees, skinning up knees. He was clumsy, yeah, but he was tough. Had to be. Earned every bruise and scar. Learned every way he could duck and weave his lean, wiry frame, so by the time the bullies came calling, Eddie was ready for ‘em. 

He was word smart. Not those long, long line after line of tiny textbook textcollege ruled notebook words, black inked marred with red kind of words – essays returned with letter grades below the ones he needed, teacher’s eyes narrowed, but also unsurprised. What could the trailer trash second year senior hope to comprehend about the Bard?

But the thing was, Eddie did get it. 

Eddie got all of it. He just didn’t want to write a stupid paper about it. For people that never gave two shits about him. Probably accuse him of plagiarism anyways.

No, Eddie felt every single one of those words. 

He devoured those plays (most of the novels they’d assigned too, although he’d pilfered the local comic book store’s supply of fantasy books pretty quickly, more his speed).

There was something about Shakespeare though. Something about plays. Theater. The drama of it all. 

He was a dungeon master for Christ's sakes. He lived for this shit:

what is past is prologue

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts

No sooner met but they looked, no sooner looked but they loved, no sooner loved, but they sighed, no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason. No sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy…

If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone

love is not love 

which alters when it alteration finds, 

or bends with the remover to remove: o no! it is an ever-fixed mark

that looks on tempests and is never shaken

present fears are less than horrible imaginings…

It was like slipping into a world where his characters from D&D came to life. Where people really did heroic shit. And villainous deeds. And murder most foul. And love felt like tempests and arrows and drowning and rescue. 

A world where the whole world really was a stage. 

[melonsharks]

au where everything is the same except mabel and dipper have been going to gravity falls every year before the show takes place since like kindergarten.

its a pretty simple premise that derives mostly from my desire to explore interpersonal relationships and the ways a place and people can change from a young child’s point of view. it doesn’t change canon that much either, admittedly, i just wanted to draw childhood friends stuff LOL. ill call it uhhhhhhhh every summer au.

[sweetmapple]

drew this so fast, Mohg-posting is no longer illegal. Long live Mohgwyn and his fruitiest surgeon

[98chao]

i <3 making dumb art for myself

[abyssalzones]

put me to work

[voice crack] hey guys I remembered how to draw

[morebird]

Messmer, the Impaler

[marionette-j2x]

"Towards The Sun"

(A little advice, try to turn up your brightness for the last page. Can you see it? :3)

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!! ❤️🫵🥰😘

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[viillette]

"That was all I asked of God, that I need not see him each time I looked into your face. Little enough to ask, I should think." She laughed suddenly, unsteadily. "But we do pay and pay for our sins, it seems, and you grow more like him with each day that passes." Joanna shrank back. She knew who "he" was, the father who had not wanted her, who had made Mama so unhappy. "Mama..." "Oh, God, how like him you are!" Clemence's eyes were not blind now; they were riveted on Joanna's face with an emotional intensity that terrified the child; she thought she could read revulsion in them, and she sobbed, "No, Mama, I'm not! Please, Mama, I'm not!"

— Here Be Dragons by Sharon Kay Penman

[goryhorroor]

in the silent era of horror, the word "horror" began to be used as a generic signation, and more often instead used was the words "weird" and "mythical and mysterious." this is a time when adaptions were so rapidly made like frankenstein and edgar allan poe's works dominated this era. horror as a genre wasn't specifically "created" or the word wasn't used until dracula in the 1930s.

[distort-opia]

I absolutely love it how Joker spends his whole career trying to dehumanize himself and convince everyone he is a monster, Bruce being there to see it all and dehumanizes Joker himself aswell, but the moment he sees the doctors talking about Joker like he is a thing he is all like "w-wait 😟🥺 why are they not seeing him as a human :(((("

only a crazy guy like Bruce can see the humanity within a crazy guy like Joker

Hah. Yeah that could be one of the best Batjokes taglines. Only Bruce is crazy enough, and in the right way, to look at the kind of crazy Joker is and see something worth salvaging. I'm glad you enjoyed that moment from Falls the Shadow!

[mewmewdoppio]

GARTIC PHONE GRAVITY FALLS DUMP

More under cut! (there is a LOT)

[lindewyrm]

Spiritual Rebirth v2