#frankesntein

[rhetthammersmithhorror]

#Tom Leahy #nightmare #frankesntein #boris karloff #horror host #hammersmith horror #horror #typography #regional horror #halloween

[dross-the-fish]

Colorized Hyde paced around the makeshift lab, wondering how Adam Frankenstein had assembled such a busy workshop without the aid of an assistant.  “Does Dr Watson know you have all this?” he asked, peering at an assortment of organs in flasks.

Adam shook his head, “He does not and I'd be grateful if you didn't reveal my secrets. I like Dr Watson and I know he won’t approve of my work,” he strode over to a large vat filled with liquid in the middle of the room, "If we bring Miss Morris back he may forgive me, if not I'll simply defy him. I accept no masters and though I owe him much he will not command me in this," he pulled a lever and sparks of electricity crackled down the wires connecting to the vat, charging the liquid. He waited a full minute, counting the seconds before he shut off the power.

Hyde nodded, he saw no reason to do Watson any favors or derail Frankenstein's projects so he found himself agreeable "Mum's the word, old chap, I don't see any reason why he should be in the loop,” He tapped the vat with his cane. "What's in here,"

"A compound of chemicals Victor used to submerge me in while he ran the current through my body. This, "Adam made a sweeping gesture over the vat, "Is the elixir that rejuvenates the dead cells and primes them for the electricity to do its work. it took me forever to figure out how to make it but thanks to Dr Watson granting me access to all of his medical tomes my methods may surpass even that of my maker’s," his even white teeth flashed sharply against the harshness of his black lips in a gruesome, self-satisfied grin. He imagined Victor would have been horrified to see his creation carrying on his work, but Adam had not time for guilt or self-reflection now, a life hung in the balance, waiting to be plucked back from the grave and restored.

He was almost giddy with anticipation. He had not disclosed to Hyde that the consciousness that awakened might not be that of their companion. He himself had no memories of a time before his birth and there was just as much likelihood that she too would return as a blank slate. That was not ideal, he admitted, but he could not think such a thing to be a total loss. To have another like himself would be adequate consolation for the loss of Ms Morris. Whatever was brought back, Adam swore to himself that he would not turn his back on his creation. He would do better by his progeny than his own father. Of that he was certain.

"You've resurrected people before?" Hyde's voice intruded as the small man wandered across the lab peering at the glimmering, viscous, liquids that funneled into the vat with interest.

"Not people, but I've brought back several frogs, two cats and a dog," said Adam, "It works and I think perhaps better for my access to the advancement in medicine since my makers time,” He turned to Hyde, "Now, before we begin, did you get the heart?"

Hyde drew a jar from his coat, a perfectly preserved human heart sealed within. Adam nodded in satisfaction, "Excellent, I'm not going to ask where you got it, frankly I do not care so long as it is in good condition and fresh."

"Oh it's fresh alright, and in excellent condition, I tested the donor's constitution myself before the harvest," Hyde chortled as he handed the jar over.

"Mmm, let's not tell Miss Morris that when we bring her back. I don't know how she'd take to finding out you killed someone to get a new heart for her," Adam pursed his lips, he was not legitimately displeased as fresher parts guaranteed a higher chance of success. He looked down at Hyde curiosity scrawled across his features, "Why are you so keen on helping me with this? I know you don't like Watson but this can't all be spite."

"It isn't," Hyde confirmed, "I am genuinely curious to see if this works. I am a scientist at heart after all. More to the point, I liked Miss Morris, she was the only one in our group who doesn't have a stick up her arse and she was good at cards. Besides if I’m stuck with no one but you, Watson and that sanctimonious little shit Harker then I’m going to make damn sure that you’re all as miserable with my company as I am yours. “

"You are, perhaps, the most hateful creature I have ever met...and I am myself, a vile devil," Adam remarked passively as he laid Selma's body on the table and handed Edward the scalpel, "This is your job. I could possibly do it but, I believe, you are an actual doctor and you have the learning and the experience that I lack. I trust you can transplant the heart?"

Edward frowned, "I can, though the task requires a certain level of detachment and patience. That was always Jekyll’s domain…I’ll do my best.”

Adam readied the apparatus that would bring Selma Morris back to life while Edward prepped himself for surgery. As he was washing his hands a small trickle of fear ran down his spine. Could he really do this? It was one thing to patch a small wound but a major surgery, even on a cadaver, required attentiveness and delicacy, those traits did not come easily to him without Henry’s temperance. His head swam, what if he made a mistake? What if he botched it up and they really lost her forever? He felt suddenly nauseous as he picked up the scalpel and prepared to make the first incision.  As the blade hovered over the corpse’s chest he froze, paralyzed by an overwhelming uncertainty. His anxiety built to a point that he found himself fighting the urge to slash into the body and start hacking away. Smash the lab, destroy it all and rip everything apart then burn it to the ground as long as he didn’t have to face the risk of failure.

Did he really want that? He didn’t know…that was the rub of it. Indecision held him pinned and he could feel his control begin to slip.

"Give me the scalpel, Edward," a calm voice in the back of his mind said firmly just as he was about to plunge the instrument into the dead woman’s chest, "you're too shaken up. Let me take over,"

"I'm not letting you out Henry, you tried to kill us and I haven't forgiven you! I know as soon as you're free you'll try to lock me away again!"

"No Edward, I won't. I'll transplant the heart and then I'll let you have control again. I give you my word."

"You mean that now but I know once you're out you'll be tempted! You’ll feel all of those things again that I keep at bay! Shame and sorrow will eat us if I let us be you again! We’ll want to die and we can't resist temptation no matter which of us we are!"

"Isn't Miss Morris worth the risk? I liked her too Edward. If she can be brought back then shouldn’t we try? Listen to me Edward, we don’t want to fail. We want to give this its best chance, let me have the scalpel."

Hyde resisted only briefly before he shuddered, closed his eyes and retreated. Jekyll took a moment to get his bearings, nod at Adam, who was staring at him in confusion, and then swiftly, cleanly, he made the first incision. .....

My players accidentally got an NPC killed and begged me to bring her back. This scene was the result.

#crossover Au #Frankesntein #Jekyll and Hyde #Adam Frankenstein #Edward Hyde #Henry Jekyll

[ogradyfilm]

Recently Viewed: Frankenstein vs. Baragon

The story of Toho’s Frankenstein vs. Baragon begins towards the tail end of World War II. With the fall of the Third Reich on the horizon, the Nazis confiscate the fruits of a brilliant scientist’s tireless research: the perfectly preserved heart of Frankenstein’s monster, alive and beating. Knowing that their days are numbered, the Germans send the organ to the Japanese army, which hopes to utilize its miraculous regenerative properties in order to produce a race of invincible super-soldiers. Unfortunately, the laboratory that receives it happens to be in Hiroshima, and its arrival coincides with the detonation of the atomic bomb.

And that's just the first ten minutes!

While Mary Shelley’s gothic horror masterpiece would initially appear to be a poor candidate for a kaiju-sized makeover, there is a method to director Ishiro Honda’s madness. Whereas Universal’s adaptation of the novel attributes the creature’s "birth" to electrical power (an embellishment that Honda accepts as canon), this film ties his resurrection (and subsequent increase in size) to radiation—a narrative development that is surprisingly consistent with the themes of the source material, which argues that technological progress, while not inherently immoral, must not be motivated by selfish ambition alone.

Like James Whale’s mute, shambling interpretation of the title character’s brutish creation, Frankenstein vs. Baragon is a flawed experiment: the plot is often sewn together haphazardly (immediately following the climactic battle, for example, a giant octopus shows up literally out of nowhere and abruptly drags Frankenstein into the sea), and Eiji Tsuburaya’s special effects haven’t aged particularly gracefully (though the miniatures and puppets remain undeniably charming). Ultimately, however, the movie is a delightfully fun cultural mashup despite (and occasionally even because of) these minor blemishes.

#Frankenstein vs. Baragon #Frankenstein Conquers the World #Frankesntein #Baragon #Toho #Ishiro Honda #Eiji Tsuburaya #kaiju #film #writing #movie review

[chaotictomtom]

!!! she used the expression kirk out.... then says damn it, janet... hehehe.....

#silley movie after the iron claw was a good move lol #bring together things i love (startrek and rockyhorror and frankesntein) and i go yippee yay wahoo im rlly easy to win

[roseguided]

𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒, as edward was learning. missing parts made it hard to navigate the world, but then again it was one he hadn't recongized as it is. lisa, his dearest lisa, could dress him up in new cloths, dye his hair, & sew a dead womans ear, earring included, back onto him but that does not make him familiar. it was disorienting to be surrounded by so many lights, new sounds, people who didn't behave as you once remembered them too. so, choosing to investigate while lisa was preoccupied, edward had taken to wondering stumbling down a residential neighborhood. looking around, the creature doesn't pay mind to where he is going. he feels himself bump into someone hard enough to fall over. startled, he waves his one remaining hand following a grunt. ❛ no- . . no- . . no hurt ! ❜ would the woman believe him ? ❛ suh- . .sorry. ❜

[ * @earthsync liked for a starter from edward frankenstein ! > buffy summers ]

#earthsync #muse: edward frankesntein

[studioboner]

so funny that for haloween they chose a vampire for shadow when frankesntein's monster would thematicaly fit much better

[spitinsideme]

I think you actually helped me come to terms with being a lesbian and awoke something so very much thank you

my firsr gay person has bene turned i feel like franksenstin ... yoire like frankesnteins homosexual now .... with possibble slme collar and muzzle kink since that is all ive bene drawing latrly and if that awake soemthinf in you i am.so glad i did !!! more people shluld see how fucking HOT and SEXY collars are !!!! glad i coukd help you come to terms woth that 👍👍💪🌈

[compozingart]

Literary Drawlloween Prompt List 2023

(Translation at the end of the post)

After two years (or so?) without participating in any drawing events in October, this year I decided to create my very own prompt list!

For career purposes, I niched the list with the literary theme to explore spooky characters, wether they're from horror books or not. It is not a daily challenge because I really wanted to focus on quality over quantity this time.

Anyone is welcome to join in! Just remember to credit me and, if possible, tag or mention me so I can check your art as well <3 (my IG profile is written on the image).

Here's a translation for English speakers:

01/10 - Dracula (Dracula, by Bram Stoker)

04/10 - Carmilla (Carmilla, by Sheridan Le Fanu)

07/10 - Lestat (Interview with the vampire, by Anne Rice)

10/10 - Frankenstein's monster (Frankesntein, by Mary Shelley)

13/10 - Erik (Phantom of The Opera, by Gaston Leroux)

16/10 - Wicked Witch of the West (The Wizard of Oz, by Frank Baum)

19/10 - Coraline (Coraline, by Neil Gaiman)

22/10 - Carrie White (Carrie, by Stephen King)

25/10 - Brás Cubas (The Posthumous Memoirs of Brás Cubas, by Machado de Assis)

27/10 - Samel (Renascimento Sombrio*, by Piter Salvatore)

31/10 - Bia (As cartas de Vento*, by Fábio Yabu)

*These last books haven't been translated to English yet, so feel free to use it as a blank space to add a character of your choice!

1. Bia is the same character from the Sea Princesses TV series, but her first appearence was in the book mentioned. 2. Renascimento Sombrio is available on Amazon as an e-book. If you're curious you can see how Samel looks like (he's the ginger guy on the cover).

#compozingart #drawlloween #drawlloween 2023 #spooky art #spooky season #spooky books #horror books #horror #dracula #frankenstein #carmilla #POTO #phantom of the opera #coralie #carrie #wizard of oz #elphaba #wicked witch of the west #lestat de lioncourt #the vampire lestat #interview with the vampire #brás cubas #machado de assis #bram stoker #sheridan le fanu #mary shelley #gaston leroux #neil gaiman #stephen king #anne rice

[con-libros]

Ya que es el mes de amor, también quise hacer un post sobre el tema, especialmente porque fue una gran sorpresa descubrir que el genero que mas he leído el año pasado (según storygraph) fue romance, pero esto tiene explicación, son pocos los que llegan a gustarme particularmente por ello, es decir, hay libros que pueden tener romance y catalogarse como tal, pero me gustan más por el drama que se arma, el subplot, el contexto histórico, o por el desarrollo del o la prota, mas que por el enamoramiento o la relación de la parejita.

Ejemplos: Ana Karenina, Jane Eyre, Alas de sangre, Cleopatra y Frankesntein, entre otros.

Y es que, confieso que soy muy tiquismiquis con el género romántico, si la química de pareja no esta bien desarrollada o si hay esa constante problemática de la falta de comunicación, si en general no esta bien llevada la relación, como que pierde mi interés en automático y me centro más en el resto que ofrece la trama o por cómo esta escrito.

Es por ello que estos libros (de arriba) fueron los que me gustaron y convencieron, porque en algún punto tocaron mi corazón, me hicieron suspirar, emocionarme o hasta fangirlear cuando empezaban los momentos románticos, eso sí, hay variedad, no todos terminan felices comiendo perdices.

Aunque últimamente no he tenido tanta suerte, mantengo la esperanza de encontrar mas libros románticos.

💬 ¿Cual es el libro que consideran el más romántico que han leído?

#sobre libros

[agelesslibrary]

Check out this post… "The Creator's Creation: A Review of Mary Shelly's Frankenstein".

Post 21. The Creator's Creation— A Review of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein.

#dark academia #dark academia aesthetic #books and libraries #books and reading #books and novels #books #bookworm #bookaholic #classic novels #classic literature #english literature #literature #thoughts #words #spilled words #reading #academia #writers of tumblr #book review #books & libraries #literature quotes #library #bloggingcommunity #blogging #book blogging #blogger #mary shelly's frankenstein #frankenstein #frankenstiensmonster #mary shelley

[dross-the-fish]

Hi! I requested Adam cuddling anon after a shipwreck and I was wondering if I could get a drabble to go with it? Please and thank you. Anon with fem pronouns preferred if possible

Sure thing. I hope you like it! ....

From the top of a steep bluff the creature watched as the ship went down. The waters were treacherous this time of year and only the brave and the foolhardy ever dared sail the icy coastal waters of the artic island he called home. No doubt this was another over-ambitious captain seeking to find the oft sought after Northwest Passage. An effort in brazen futility but one that mankind seemed unable to resist.

The violently churning waves pitched the ship so far over that the splintering mast nearly touched the water. He smiled grimly. There would likely be no survivors, and if he waited, he could scavenge some supplies from the wreckage. Perhaps he’d get lucky and find new volumes for his ever-growing library. A veritable treasure trove of unfinished diaries, captain’s logs, love letters and even the odd novel. He hoarded them all in the little cove under the cliffs he called home. Those that weren’t so water logged as to be unreadable were shelved and saved and those too damaged to salvage were dried and the paper used for kindling. Even one such as himself could not afford to be wasteful in this barren wilderness…

He watched as the ship struck against a glacier and the hull split. As it descended beneath the waves it seemed almost a living thing, groaning in pain as it struggled in its last death throes, to stay afloat. Splintered chunks of wood drifted away, some of the doomed and desperate crew clung to barrels and crates or crowded into small life boats, hoping to delay the inevitable.

Let the sea have them, the creature thought to himself, for that is a swifter and more merciful end than to wander these frozen wastes alone. He didn’t like watching the survivors of the wreckages struggle to shore only to die slowly on the tundra. In his early days on the rock, he’d had weak moments where he had sometimes left such lost souls fish or fowl to eat in the hopes that over time they could adapt and perhaps even come to view him as a sort of unseen benefactor or “good spirit” as his long lost cottagers had. It was not the acceptance he craved but he reasoned that it would be better than nothing, to be loved from a distance rather than not at all. He never found out if such a thing could have been. Even if he staved off their hunger, they always succumbed to the cold in the end.

The cold of the arctic was harsh, it bit, and tore, and whittled its victims to nothing and even hardened as the creature was there was something unbearable about watching the unfortunate explorers slowly perish under the relentless grasp of the ice, when the air turned so cold even their tears would freeze to their cheeks. Yes, he believed it was better that they drown…

He waited for the ship to disappear before he climbed down the cliff face and wandered down the pebbled shoreline to pick through the debris. Miserable wretch that he was, it wasn’t beneath him to scavenge like a vulture and sustain himself off the remains. Despite the devastation of the wreckages there was an odd pleasure to the business of salvaging books and materials, sometimes even the rare treat of certain foods such as apples and potatoes could be found in unspoilt barrels. A shipwreck broke up the monotony of his day-to-day life, such as it could be called a life, and provided much needed enrichment. Shrugging his furs tighter around his shoulders he found himself humming one of the sea shanties he’d picked up from spying on past explorers as he crouched over washed-up bodies and picked through pockets for anything of interest.

Distracted as he was, he didn’t notice that not all of the bodies spread along the shore were corpses until a hand grasped at his ankle. He kicked absently, thinking perhaps a strand of kelp had brushed against him but the sound of a whimper made him freeze. He peered down and to his surprise there was a woman crawling towards him with her hands outstretched.

The creature’s heart thundered in his ears in momentary panic. He had never allowed himself to be seen by any of the explorers yet this one was staring him in the face. To his relief she wasn’t screaming, likely too chilled and exhausted to be frightened of him. She reached for him again, aiming for his calf, as though she were trying to climb up his leg. He wondered if he should leave her. She wouldn’t last long. Soaked as she was, she would freeze within the hour. He could simply walk away and return when she was dead.

She opened her mouth to plead for help. He stared at her in stunned silence for a moment. No one had ever asked him for help. Most would rather take their chances with death than with him and, despite his resolve never to directly interact with mankind again, her plea weakened him. Before he could talk himself out of it, he was removing his cloak and wrapping her in it.

He carried her back to his cove, traversing the rough and rocky terrain with astonishing speed and agility. When he reached his makeshift home, he was quick to set her down on his bed, which was little more than a pile of furs bundled in a sailcloth, and built up a camp fire. Another sheet of sailcloth served as a makeshift flap to close off the narrow mouth of the cove to the elements. The creature sat on the bed beside the shivering woman and helped her remove her wet clothing, doing his best not to compromise her modesty as he kept his cloak over her. He rubbed her hands and feet to revive her a little, grateful she was either too cold or too shocked to recoil from him.

At length her shivering stopped and she was able to take in her odd rescuer and his home. He had clearly been here for a long time, the cove showed signs of having been carved out and crude furniture had been built from driftwood.

“What are you?” she asked tentatively. Realizing her question was discourteous she had the grace to blush; she had meant to ask “who” but she was so taken aback by his strange appearance that she had asked “what.”

The creature mulled over his words carefully before supplying his answer, “I am a ghost, haunting this island, nothing more and nothing less,” noticing that she was beginning to shrink away from him he amended “You needn’t cringe so, I am no danger to you, presently.”

A perplexed frown formed on her face, “What’s your name?”

“I haven’t one. I was never given a name and even if I were there is none left who may call me by it. I presume you must have one?”

“You can call me Anon,” she replied glancing down in discomfort when his yellow eyed stare became too much for her.

He nodded, satisfied, “You may call me whatever you wish, but have a care, whatever you make of me, so shall I become,” he warned.

Unwilling to shoulder the burden of naming such a large and imposing being Anon pulled the furs tighter around her body and changed the subject, “Did anyone else survive?”

“Not likely, and if they did the elements have claimed them by now,” he replied dispassionately as he crouched down next to her to stoke the fire.

Anon dissolved into heartbroken sobs as the gravity of her situation sank in. She was alone with a strange monster on an arctic island where it was unlikely anyone would come to find her. The creature was startled by her sudden outburst, nearly causing him to jump and burn his arm in the flames. Perhaps it would have done to be a bit more gentle with her…too late now, he thought ruefully.

He watched her cry with growing unease before extending a hand to awkwardly pat her, “I-I am sorry for your loss,” he said stiffly. When she didn’t recoil from him, he ventured to put his arm around her. Consumed by her grief and fear she curled into him, for even the comfort of a terrifying creature was better than being alone after such a disaster.

Though unpracticed in giving comfort, the creature did his best to sooth her. He held her loosely, out of fear of hurting her, and rubbed a large hand up and down her back. She clung to him, as if she were still drowning and hiccupped a shaky “What happens to me now?”

“That is up to you. I will not keep you, if you wish to brave the wilds on your own you are free to try. Of course, you are welcome to stay here as my companion. Perhaps another ship will arrive in time, with better luck, and you may return with them back to Europe or the Americas.”

She nodded, grateful at least, that this creature was not as frightening as he looked. She clung to him awhile longer as the wind howled outside and the sea crashed angrily. Come what may, at least she wouldn’t be stranded on this desolate rock alone…

#Frankesntein's creature #drabbles for anon

[lovestruckheartstrings]

i wonder where the blue/green frankesnteins monster came from..

#tabby talks

[brightgoat]

henry moment

#frankesntein #frankenstein au #victor frankenstein #henry clerval #henri clerval #victor von frankenstein #victor #vic #is maths related to science #meme #doodle #sketch #art #au #the unbound prometheus

[ilovedamsels1962]

In the spirit of Halloween, I’ll be listing my favorite 15 Universal Horror Films in order.  I did this list in 5 minutes while mildly intoxicated, so please be kind.

Number 3, Frankenstein (1931)

#frankesntein #1930's #classic horror #universal horror #boris karloff

[lee-yan-druh]

Good morning all! I'm a little bummed because I wanted to grab this copy of Inside HBO's Game of Thrones Season 3&4 that's on sale in The Book Depository, but they cancelled my order which is weird??? I'm just hoping I can get a refund or something if I don't get the book. But I'm also super excited because just when I got the news that my order was cancelled, a copy of The World of Ice and Fire went on sale at @nbsalert online, and I ordered it immediately! It was still pretty pricy, but I couldn't pass it up as it's rarely in stock and it's Number One on my wishlist. I hope it arrives soon! #pastelbooks tag tagged by @paperfury, thank you! 😊💜📚👍🏻😍📖👏🏻

#books #book photography #book tag #the selection #the one #to all the boys I've loved before #books and flowers #frankesntein #classics #Frankenstein #little women #the beautiful and damned #attachments #sense and sensibility #great expectations

[esperanzagalaxy]

   KEEP SHOOTING KNEES OFF IN HEAVEN KING  🏹🌙........

  two versions because i couldn’t pick just one idea when i was sketching and turns out they made for a great diptych! 💙 i first started these in late october and let them sit until january, cause i wasn’t drawing clothes or perspective very well and needed some study to do them justice. i’m happy i did, these sorts of renders are one of my favorite things in the world and i’m very happy to be able to make them... only bad thing was that i thought that being an actual archer would mean that i’d be able to draw these more accurately, and it turned out to be the complete opposite. in my defense, though, quarantine has meant no archery for a year, so... at least i can channel my love for it through my equally undying love for grizzop!

[ID: two digital illustrations of grizzop from rusty quill gaming. they're both made with clean, polished lines and color, showing him striking a pose at the center of each composition. the first one is of grizzop around the damascus arc, with his canon aspect and outfit: bald, dark gray skin, red eyes, long pointed ears & fangs; and he's wearing a dark green coat with his artemis breastplate and a light yellow shirt underneath, along with light brown trousers, boots, arm guards and light shoulder pauldrons. he's shown a little from below, turning a little bit so his body is mostly facing  left while his head is turned to the right. he's standing triumphantly, smirking with narrowed eyes and a trickle of green blood on his nose and mouth, with large clouds of dust signaling an explosion behind him, going partially from the right to the left. he has his right hand lifted to the quiver at his back, and the left holding his bow down so it cuts slightly diagonally in front of his figure. it is orange and yellow, and it's carved to show motifs of shining moons, antlers and laurels. his right leg is stepping higher up on something off screen, with the left one standing straight and cutting before his shoes are visible, and a line of rocks can be seen behind him at the bottom. his coat billows behind him and between his legs with the force of the explosion, and there are some tears and dirt on his clothes. the sun is visible high behind him on the top left corner, with clouds seeming to circle around it. everything is tinted orange and brown.    the second drawing is on a similar angle and pose, except this time it's on artemis's hunting grounds, a nighttime scene in vibrant blues and greens, with grass visible at the bottom of the picture and tall trees far behind, leaving much of the sky visible -including a crescent moon on the top right corner. grizzop's nocking an arrow and holding his bow so it's seen horizontally in front of him, coming towards us. his stance is wide but on even ground, his right leg to the front and left one going back. his body is again mostly facing to the left while he turns his head to the right, smiling widely with joyful eyes; his piercings, clothes and ears flowing to the right by s strong wind. his clothes are untainted and he's got no injuries. he's wearing a new outfit that consists of a green sleveless shirt with a golden stripe of embroidered antler symbols running down the middle, partially covered by an ornate light blue chest guard decorated with laurels on the borders, and artemis's downward crescent moon with three arrows pointing down behind it. he's got green leggings and high white boots with the same carved-like curves of the riser of his bow, with orange borders at the top and on the front a crescent moon brooch each. his full quiver is at his hip to his right, held by a broad belt that has two layers and is decorated as the rest of his equipment. he has a long blue scarf and four matching ends coming from underneath the belts, all of a long, smooth cloth, flowing in the wind. his arms are bare and there are light freckles on his shoulders and face. /end ID]

#grizzop drik acht amsterdam #rusty quill gaming #rqg #rqg spoilers #digital illustration #fanart #2021 #digital #finished works #can you tell how badly i was starving for designing an outfit and how long it had been since i had had to actually do it? #i love these so much guys they're my phone wallpapers. im so happy to be making art im proud of #shoutout to my borther for posing for me.... though the night one was a frankesntein of him and me in the end dsfdhd