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horror sub-genres: gothic
Modern Prometheus
Happy (somewhat belated) Halloween!
I originally planned something more elaborate, but in the end I had to settle for this rather quick doodle of Frankenstein, as I am currently a bit short on time. (Hence also the void background and lack of details in this painting)
(Alternative version & close-ups)
Dwayne x Latina!Witch!OC
outline, please read if you’re interested in this and LET NE KNOW. Don’t just like, feel free to message me bc i’m going through a bit of a writer’s block so some encouragement and demand would help me along. Plus, the lack of fanfics in this fandom is criminal.
In a universe where Max took his time romancing Lucy (seriously, why did the entire plot of the movie occur over the course of a few days? like, i get the whole “horror movie needs to be fast-paced” aspect, but time skips are real and it would’ve built more suspense. also the reveal would’ve been better) over the course of a few months, gaining the trust and tolerance of Michael and Sam, as well as acclimating his Lost Boys to the whole “nuclear family” thing. That way, they all become friends. Except Sam is super suspicious due to the Frog brothers, and so is Grandpa and Nanook. It’ll start out the same way though, except the OC will be joining, too.
Sorry, sorry, *ahem* The Plot:
Jessamine Agustin is a floaty witch who likes to keep her presence in the corporeal world to a minimum. However, due to some personal tragedies and unexpected news, she decided the best and safest option would be to build roots and hone in her abilities more seriously. Where better than the murder capital of the world; Santa Carla? Teeming with the spirit life she so adores, Jessamine can safely practice her arts without scrutiny since most of the speculation revolves around the mysterious and ever growing Missing Persons population.
Jessamine is hired by Grandpa as a caretaker and assistant the same day as the Emersons move to town. Though initially cautious and disproving since she was supposed to take care of her father, Lucy is soon convinced of the new arrangement when it becomes easier for her to find a better job.
Grandpa gives Jessamine a lot of leeway as a employee and she often finds herself hanging out with Michael and Sam on the boardwalk. This is where the meets the dark and mysterious quartet, an odd energy surrounding them. Curiosity turns to friendship, which becomes affection towards the tall, dark and handsome biker, Dwayne.
A lot of problems arise as both a result of her presence, and that of Dwayne’s increasing affections, and the whole gang - made up of humans, witches, vampires and vampire hunters - have to find a way to get along to survive long enough to find solutions.
I need to get this out of my chest, so here we go:
If you don't make Henry Jekyll a flawed character when adapting the novella, then you're setting up yourself to failure. Specifically, because you're failing to translate the themes of the novella.
You can't talk about the duality of humanity and the struggle that arises from that if Jekyll doesn't embody those
Poll: Which Stephen King Book is the best?
To all book nerds out there: I want to start reading Stephen King and that's why i am interested about your opinions. Take the poll below and let me know your favourite King novels. I will read the top 3!
Great classic Books under 200 pages
1. The turn of the screw by Henry James (108 pages)
One of the must read gothic horror tales: The story begins when a governess arrives at an English country estate to look two young children, Miles and Flora. At first, everything appears normal then one night a ghost appears before the governess.
2. Letters to a young poet by Rilke (80 pages)
A must read for everyone who loves poetry and writing: In 1903, a student at a military academy sent some of his verses to a well-known Austrian poet, requesting an assessment of their value. The older artist, Rainer Maria Rilke, replied to the novice in this series of letters
3. The Aleph and other stories by Borges (200 pages)
A great collectio of magical storys full of phlosophical puzzles and supernatural surprises: "The Aleph is a point in space that contains all other points. Anyone who gazes into it can see everything in the universe from every angle simultaneously, without distortion, overlapping, or confusion."
4. Hunger by Knut Hamsun (180 pages)
Hunger has been hailed as the literary opening of the 20th century and an outstanding example of psychology-driven literature. Set in late 19th-century Kristiania, the novel recounts the adventures of a starving young man whose sense of reality is slowly fading away.
5. The Sandman by E.T.A Hoffmann (40 pages)
A classic short story for every gothic horror lover. Read it and be prepared to get your mind blown.
6. Chess Story by Stefan Zweig (120 pages)
Driven to mental anguish as the result of total isolation by the Nazis, Dr B, a securities expert hiding valuable assets of the nobility from the new regime, maintains his sanity only through the theft of a book of past masters' chess games which he plays endlessly, voraciously learning each one until they overwhelm his imagination to such an extent that he becomes consumed by chess. Chess Story is Zweig's final achievement, completed in Brazilian exile and sent off to his American publisher only days before his suicide in 1942.
7. Bartleby, the scrivener by Herman Melville (70 pages)
Another great short story that will really make you think about capitalism and a man's free will: Set in the mid-19th century on New York City's Wall Street, it is, perhaps, Herman Melville's most prescient story: what if a young man caught up in the rat race of commerce and overworking finally just said, "I would prefer not to"?
8. Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin (160 pages)
This haunting and controversial novel is Baldwin's most sustained treatment of sexuality, and a classic of gay literature. In a 1950s Paris an American finds himself unable to repress his impulses: After proposing to a young woman, he falls into an affair with an Italian bartender and is confounded and tortured by his sexual identity as he oscillates between the two.
9. The Stranger by Albert Camus (123 pages)
Through the story of an ordinary man unwittingly drawn into a senseless murder on an Algerian beach, Camus explored what he termed "the nakedness of man faced with the absurd."
10. We have always lived in the castle by Shirley Jackson (160 pages)
Living in the Blackwood family home with only her sister Constance and her Uncle Julian for company, Merricat just wants to preserve their delicate way of life. But ever since Constance was acquitted of murdering the rest of the family, the world isn't leaving the Blackwoods alone. 'Her greatest book ... ... the deeper we sink, the deeper we want to go' - Donna Tartt
She's trembling.
She's trembling in his arms but there's such calm stillness in her eyes. As if Death was a fine wine she knew had been poisoned. He couldn't comprehend.
"You're afraid." He said, hoping that would shake her from her stillness.
"Yes." She said and her voice was shaken like her body.
But she didn't run. Didn't scream. He could tell she was thinking about it, every instinct on her body demanding it. But the strange, strange creature in front of him did not move.
"You're going to die."
"I'm aware."
"Won't you try to run?" He crooked his head. "To beg?"
"Would it change anything?"
He scoffed, half amused, half incredulous.
"I suppose not." She nodded at his answer, her eyes curious as they shone to him. "Are you suicidal?"
"No." She blinked. "Why would you think that?"
"People who want to live usually try to do something to ensure they do."
"Good point." The corner of her lips turned up. He could hear her beating heart wildly inside her ribcage. "I suppose I like the idea of dying in the hands of a vampire. It's an interesting death, even if no one will know."
"An interesting death?" He was captured by the insane idea as if her words had been a trap for an innocent prey.
But he was no prey.
"It's better than the alternatives, I suppose. Every death I can think of living is either boring, painful, too quick, or all of the above." She looked him in the eyes, fearful but not wavering. "Are you going to do it now?"
"Why would you want to die?"
"I don't but I don't suppose you'll let me go as well" He didn't respond. She hesitated. "Will you?"
"Would you like that?"
"Yes." There was no hesitation this time but they still danced around each other like they were aliens, other species completely. Which, to be fair, he was to her. "But will you?"
"I don't know." He was honest and she got quiet. "Why are you so complicit in your own death?"
"I don't want to die like a human, I guess." She laughed a bit at the irony of it all. "I don't want to be afraid even if I don't want to die now because if I am afraid... fear is the last thing I'll ever feel."
"What do you want to feel like as you die then?"
"Warm"
He blinked, that only word feeding at his heart like predators over carrion. It had been a long time since he had died but he couldn't help but try to remember what it felt like, his beating heart matching hers as memories long forgotten flooded his brain.
"If you died, would you tell me?" He asked then, his voice as soft as summer rain. "What it feels like?"
"I don't want to." Her quick comprehension made him chuckle.
"Why not, doll?"
"What future is there for you, or me, or anyone who lives forever? Where will my loved ones be in thirty years? Fifty? Where will I be when humanity finally manages to destroy itself? What will be left but despair and death and a touch of amused malice?"
"Strange. You seemed like the hopeful type."
"My hope lies in the present. Not in the future. I don't hope for things I know are just a fickle possibility, an echo of what shines bright and loud right now. And I won't trade the burning flames of the present for the certainty of the future. I can live with my anxiety over what's next. I won't live with the empty promises of tomorrow."
He felt his temper flaring.
"Don't you wanna know what it's like to be powerful? What on Earth wouldn't you trade your pitiful human life for eternity and the ease of a darker kind of life?"
"I fear I'm not that power-starved." She sounded amused by his impatience. "Nor am I so easily swayed by promises of a better existence. We're made of the same stuff, you and I, even if yours is better utilized. We're stardust and connected energy, we're freaks of the Universe and still, we're both suffering. Again, we cry and weep over and over. What is there for us, creatures of the same element, then to make the best we can with what we have, and hope the randomness of the Universe grace us with some kind of mercy? I cannot bear to be the protagonist of this story. I cannot bear the thought of suffering without my bright lights and my feet on the ground. I am not made for the intensity of eternity or the pain of idle life. To dream about grandeur is a better thing than to live it."
"So it's a coward's choice." He was disappointed.
"Could be." She said looking at him with the same confusion he looked at her. "Do you like it? Your meaningless existence? The loneliness drenched in despair you wear like a coat? The memories that haunt you every minute of every day against the cold reality of this existence for eternity? Drowning in arrogance and beliefs of Darwinian self-importance so that you can bear it? The fear of going mad slowly in a spiral because you can't remember how it feels like to be human anymore?"
He was heaving. Her lips touched his ears, a shiver running down his spine.
"What are we but desperate creatures, clawing our way through the dirt of our own cores?"
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing/Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”
—Edgar Allan Poe.
‘‘𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭. 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳, 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵’’ — 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑖𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑜-𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑖𝑎, 𝑚𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑐
https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/milsmakesart/
Hiya, I made an inprnt shop which I will updating as I go, so have a look!
For the next 10 days my campaign to raise funds for my Queer Gothic Horror Comic 'Lace' will be up on the Australian Cultural Fund Website. Please donate if you can! Funds will cover printing cost, editing, conventions and allowing me to eat!
https://artists.australianculturalfund.org.au/s/project/a2E9q000000CWVGEA4/queer-gothic-horror-comic-lace
Sydney Supanova done and dusted! Thanks to all the awesome people who came to say hi!
Sydney Supanova done and dusted! Thanks to all the awesome people who came to say hi!
Part 1 of ‘Offcuts’ my mini horror comic for Sydney comic event ‘Read to Me’! TW: blood/gore, animal death, mild body horror
Part 2 of ‘Offcuts’. TW: blood/gore, animal death, minor body horror
Part 3 of ‘Offcuts’. TW: blood/gore, animal death, mild body horror
Part 4 of ‘Offcuts’. TW: blood/gore, animal death, mild body horror
Part 5 of ‘Offcuts’. TW: blood/gore, animal death, mild body horror. I made this for Sydney based comics event ‘Read to Me’.
