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GT 2023 Day 8: Rotting
"..Dead…By Dawn…. D-Dead…By..DAAAWWNN…!!"
Whoooaa, more Evil Dead art this October?! Why not?! With an OC too?! Hell yeah!!
Lorraine belongs to me.
Five: Make yourself at home
Klaus: Humm, tiny dancer?
Five: What?
Klaus: ...
Five: Oh yeah, sorry about that, I didn't get the time to clean it up
Klaus: ... Alright, no worries. I always let my pizza boxes all around my place. I can just-
Klaus: *steps over the corpse*
Klaus: Is that a philodendron over there?!
Part 1 of a comic that I didn't intend to be more than a few pages and yet
How do you even begin to think that this is right?
via eye.on.palestine on insta. There's another video before this one, tw though, because it shows them getting shot.
Second piece for Cavota fest 2021, held by @cavotarchives This one is for the prompt "mourning". It's kind of a stretch for the prompt, But I felt like I had to make the situation pretty dire, because in normal circumstances Dakota could just. Ya know. Go back in time. Thus eliminating the need for mourning. Hence the smoke coming from the car, the remote area, and the ridiculous amount of blood. Seriously, this turned out looking way gorier than I was expecting. Anyway, enjoy your angst!
keep track of ur age by using the rotting corpses in ur attic ^^
Honestly I did not know it was Trans Visibility Day but now that I do know, I made something for the occasion! I heart this insane middle-aged guy and headcannon his trans-ness as basically just an evil and fucked up version of his previous male identity. He’s a guy but goopy and scary now.!!
(Image ID: Ink Sammy Lawrence stands over the corpse of human Sammy Lawrence. His human form is laying in a lake of black ink with various compositions scattered around him. His hair is unkept and falls into the pools. His ink form seems to have emerged from this human corpse, and stands confidently with his hands crossed as if in a coffin. His mask is tilted to the side of his head and he grins a large toothy smile. Behind him is a dripping trans flag in the shape of Bendy, and behind that is a small room with the shadows of outstretched hands all over the wooden walls. End ID.)
Very unorganized rang about how he relates to gender identity (cause I thought it would be fun) under the cut!
SAMMY LAWRENCE GENDER RANT WEE
This artwork is related to Sammy and whatever I headcannon his identity to be, yes, but it is also related to me! Sammy’s definitely one of the guys that falls under the gender umbrella for me, and so I’m using him here as a sort of expression of how I feel about my own transness. A big part of my identity is body horror and metamorphosis. What is horrific to most is still horrific, but also beautiful, to me. I would love nothing better than to literally crawl out of my own skin sometimes and live life as some freaky creature. I don’t really understand it, with me just beginning my journey and all, but I can’t deny it permeates a lot of my dreams and ambitions.
Sammy reflects a lot of that for me, as you could probably figure out. I know he hates his body in cannon, but to me it just feels so much more logical that he’d love his new body as it was given to him by Bendy himself.
Keeping that change in-mind, and also keeping in mind the undertones I’m giving him, I really like how his change into his new identity is handled. It’s no smooth sailing. I mean, he gains the new identity by hitting bedrock and going insane. But somehow, it leads him to a place filled with more fervor for life than before. Despite how low a place he’s in now, he has never felt more alive. (I’m not trying to romanticize this type of sadness by the way, I just mean that a big realization about my identity came in a dark time). I think that relates to a lot of feelings I have personally about my identity, though I cannot say for others. I just think it’s real neat.
Anyways, rant over. I just wanted to try and get my thoughts out on paper besides just saying that he’s gender. Ty for reading!
"Follow me!"
Imagine harpy plague doctors
Usually feared harpies of pray that March in with improvised masks in the hope to scare off the plague
Crow harpies with outposts in a heavily plagued city
Barn owl harpies that work as medics in towns where the plague had passed in an attempt to cure the last people standing
Vulture harpies that walk into ghost towns to rid them of bodies to make way for new thriving cities
Hummingbird harpies that remind people to stay safe and keep morale high
Plague doctor harpies
It is within the interests of many an ardent brute and stalwart bludgeoner to make themselves out to be more ferocious and formidable than they truly indeed are, with displays of authority, ambition and agony often being weaponized for such purposes. Within this line of macabre decoration arose the tradition of a “corpse standard,” in other words the threat of an assured grim fate fastened aloft and paraded onward into confrontation. The base of this very notion of terribly ancient and has manifested in many regional and cultural mutations over the countless many years, possibly suggesting that these deathly displays may have been a particularly early achievement along man’s crafting of war as it is presently observed. From the charred standards of the faithful to Arava, the gutted standards of those fidgety Ardac, the decapitated standards of those haughty folk in Drynyra, the flayed standards of those fallow men about the banks of Lake Jyon, the putrid standards of the careless sea-swept rowers of Gmarata, the linked standards atop the mighty mounted warrior bands among the Stuna and of course the gallow standards of the wretched Connlaibach.
All this to say, don’t lose to a warrior with an empty noose.
Butterfly as symbol of metamorphosis from plain to beauty. Being touched by a butterfly is luck. Butterfly effect being a small change that changes the whole thing. Butterfly symbolism is cheff kiss
Now, imagine: butterflies as allegory of trauma. Butterflies looks beautiful, but some species like Purple Emperor — the male ones specifically — eats corpses. The female ones eats rotten fruit. If butterflies swarm you, you're rotten. Similarly, it also means cycle of rebirth, which can be twisted to cycle of abuse.