My art trade with DorianECGordon of dA.
I took a new approach designing the composition for this piece. I painted abstractly on a large sheet of cardstock with black and white gesso, then cut out tiny little swatches (this one’s no wider than 2”) that looked like good compositions.
The Gashadokuro are such a cool folklore concept.
My favorite thing is this idea that they somehow are able to silently stalk people despite being almost 100-foot tall skeletons, because no one looks up.
Gashadokuro aka the starving skeletons are the reanimated and combined bones of the victims of starvation. Up to a hundred feet tall, they are heralded by the sound of bells ringing in the ears of their victims. They reach down from above to capture people and bit their heads off. The Gashadokuro haunt the darkness after midnight.
Japanese folklore has a ton of giant skeletons but the Gashadokuro is the coolest + creepiest
men are only good for one thing. women are good for six.
So the other day I got up really early to get to work, and on the way to the bus I figured “hey it’s really early in the morning, and there’s no one around. I might as well practice some singing!”
However, as soon as I saw the bus station, I saw that there were actually people there, so I stopped singing, figuring no one would have heard me; there was still quite a bit to walk.
But once I reach the station, a woman smiles at me and asks “was that you singing?? lovely, no one ever does that!”
I instantly decided never ever to ever sing on the way to the bus again. NEVER EVER. PEOPLE COULD ACTUALLY HEAR ME. (But obviously I smiled and thanked her)
The next day I went to the bus station quietly, and after a couple of minutes the same woman appears. She starts talking to me, explaining that I had cheered her up and made her whole day better, because whenever things got bad that day she thought of the morning and felt better? And she said I had reminded her of her childhood AND I JUST. SMILED. AND THANKED HER. CRYING ON THE INSIDE.
She also asked if I was going to study music, and I said yes, and she said it’ll probably go well because I had such a nice and clear voice. AND I JUST. CAN’T.
So maybe life isn’t hopeless after all <33 (((but I’m still never going to sing on my way to the bus station ever again because yelp)))
"The Divine is willing to—"
"Fuck the Divine." She sighed when the others stared at her, stunned by her blasphemy, and rubbed her forehead in agitation. "I’m certain the Divine is a perfectly nice person," she continued in a more conciliatory tone. "So was Grand Cleric Elthina in Kirkwall. She did her best to keep everyone happy, and what happened? Nothing was resolved, until finally her inaction killed her."
daily reminder of how amazing Fiona is and how done she is with your neutrality bs
god on high
hear my plea
dallas les mis
And then they started a rock band and had wacky adventures. The end.
Note to self: always go with your first draft.