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b4byfawn · 8 months
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fhtagn-and-tentacles · 6 months
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HORNED CTHULHU DEMON
by Godmachine for Sullen Clothing
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xxhannahlynn · 3 months
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Rouge
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z0mbi3-s0krat3s · 1 year
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The shadows in my home have a name. They have a face; a past, and a purpose. Sometimes I think that purpose is to drive me mad, pick at the dread that the dark fills me with just to see if it bleeds; tear at the open wound of madness my loneliness has inflicted... And other times I think they're there to save me, remind me that I'm the one who's still alive.
Midjourney art and words by me @ AnomalousDesigns on deviantart.com
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21-year-old Elvis be like:
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“I’ve made a study of Marlon Brando. . . . I’ve made a study of poor Jimmy Dean. I’ve made a study of myself, and I know why girls, at least the young ‘uns, go for us. We’re sullen, we’re broodin’, we’re something of a menace. I don’t understand it exactly, but that’s what the girls like in men. I don’t know anything about Hollywood, but I know that you can’t be sexy if you smile. You can’t be a rebel if you grin.”
34-year-old Elvis be like:
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canihaveablanket · 2 years
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Okay hear me out--Samson and Cullen, but they both turned into the size of a doll. Put these cute templars on your bed to protect you from nightmares(and demons!)
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short-n-long-work · 18 days
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DEATH TIME & SPACE
Recurring thoughts of killing myself
Not the proverbial self
No not the ego
But mind body and spirit
Faking a smile
Pretending I'm okay when all I want is a beer
Dark and heavy like my hair
With depth & body like the pain I drink away
I'm tired of it all.
The thoughts, aches, pains, & loneliness as I listen to my own heartbeat for comfort
At least I know I'm alive
Feeling all the things I rather do without
5 year old me and 29 year me; parallels
A boy, now a man, perpetually alone/lost
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skullrobotcomix · 1 month
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Drawing in my sketchbook in what I call my DrawHard style. It’s just me leaning a bit more realistic with some of that 90s energy and fun in the rendering. Hangry vampire, and sullen Incredible Hulk pen and pencil. Art by NARCOMEY. Please like, comment, share, and follow. Thanx for looking.
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uniquely-annabella · 3 months
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lamtrappedindespair · 6 months
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Empathy Test performing Last Night on Earth
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b4byfawn · 10 months
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wrecklessgentlemen · 1 year
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Got them BCG’s in today. #glasses #tattoos #art #mustache #sullen#flowertattoo #letteringtattoo #sleeptokentattoo #ofmiceandmenband (at Lubbock, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqO78gzOEEG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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xxhannahlynn · 3 months
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Sullen
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z0mbi3-s0krat3s · 1 year
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Remember Me concept 1 & 2
So this was an attempt to recreate a character from one of my (currently) unpublished short stories called Remember Me -- a dark and edgy ghost story about a drug-fueled college girl alone in her haunted dorm room at a Catholic school in DC. I probably won't be using these images (2 more unique versions of this (different girls) are available with a premium download on my AnomalousDesigns deviant art account; subscribers of my $1 tier get premium downloads for free), but I do plan on eventually publishing the short story as an NFT. What image(s) I'll end up using or creating for that, I'm still not sure. But I hope to create rarities with the ebook and have a variety of scenes from the story represented. This first handful likely won't make the cut. (This is one of two posts with 3 concepts for this character (6 total), both posts are titled "Remember Me concept" and have bonus images for premium downloads.) -z
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ramonadecember · 1 year
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“If you can’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. Do it because I need you.” For Sullen
i know i said my goal with these was to keep them short, but then it was your bday and i think my fellow cullen/samson enjoyer deserves some extra anyway. so here we are nearly 4k words later lmfao (which is why the full thing has been posted to ao3, this is just a 'preview').
happy belated birthday, bby!!
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Cullen never expected to see Raleigh Samson again. 
Once Samson had been cast out of the Order, there was a period of time where Cullen held on to this foolish hope that maybe something could be done about it. Cullen was hurt by Samson’s actions, taking his getting kicked far more personally than he had any right to, because to Cullen, it’d seemed like in finding a way to leave the Order, Samson had killed two birds with one stone and found a way to leave him too. But once some of Cullen’s initial upset had simmered, he’d started to think that maybe there was a way to fix what had happened. Samson could atone and be a Templar once more. They could be together once more. 
It didn’t work out like that, of course. Not in the slightest. Even if Meredith had been willing to welcome Samson back—and on that, she’d made her opinion clear that Samson was lucky to still have his head, so Cullen knew there was no hope for forgiveness—Samson would also need to want to return. The chance of that happening was just as unlikely. Samson bore no love for the Order any longer. 
Cullen found that out the one time he tried talking to Samson after it happened. It’d taken some time for him to work up the nerve to seek Samson out, and when Cullen did finally find him, slumming it down at the docks, Samson already looked like he was in rough shape, the cut-off from the once-steady supply of lyrium he’d been taking for years really taking its toll. It broke Cullen’s heart all over again, as did the way Samson laughed in his face at the suggestion that he apologize for ‘what he’d done.’ Samson had shook his head, giving Cullen this sad look like he was the one to be pitied in that situation. “You really don’t get it, kid, do you?” Samson had asked, but he’d refused to elaborate, telling Cullen to instead go run along back to his master. It made Cullen snap his mouth shut on any further response, his cheeks burning with anger and something he’d later identify as shame.
He really didn’t get it, not at the time. Not until Meredith’s madness really set in, not until the explosion that rocked both the Gallows and Cullen’s once-unshakable faith. Cullen had looked for Samson after that, once the fighting had simmered and the dust had—literally—settled, but Samson was nowhere to be found. As more time passed, it seemed less and less likely that Samson was just lying low in the aftermath, until it got to the point where Cullen had to start accepting that Samson likely got swallowed up by the chaos like so many others—until Cullen had to start accepting that Samson was dead.
It was an… odd knowledge to get used to at first. There was always a part of Cullen, silly as it may have been, that thought Samson and him would work out in the end. Or at the very least, it was always a comfort knowing that Samson was still somewhere out there, that they still coexisted in the same space at the same time as one another. Now that shred of comfort Cullen had clung to was no more.
Cullen did his best to move past it after that, doing what he did best and shoving down any residual heartache and feelings in the name of best performing his duty. A new, worldwide crisis meant there were much bigger issues to focus on than those of the heart, but then of course, as was Cullen’s luck—or lack thereof—his professional world collided directly with the personal life he’d been trying to smother out in the form of one Raleigh Samson heading up the army Corypheus sent to attack Haven. It left Cullen doing something he prided himself on never doing, and that was freezing in the face of a crisis. It may have only been for a moment, but it still happened—not that he was sure how else he was supposed to react when confronted with the ghost of someone he once loved, the ghost of the only person to make him feel safe but was ripping that feeling away entirely.
The Inquisition ultimately captured Samson after a few misses and some hard-fought battles. In the process it came to light just how… familiar Cullen was with him. While he tried to play it cool, tried to maintain that what he knew of Samson came from, at the very most, a place of friendship, but more than anything, a place of ‘sharing very tight quarters for an extended amount of time’ or ‘frequently paired off for training drills together,’ he knew others had their hunches about what he wasn’t telling them. It was there in Cullen’s commitment to bringing Samson in—alive. It was there in the passion with which Cullen spoke of Samson, even if that passion seemed to currently come from a place of animosity. It was there in the way he insisted on taking over for Josephine’s normal role during judgements once it was Samson’s turn to be dragged before the Inquisitor. Why anyone let him, especially after he explicitly stated that he wanted to because of personal interest, was beyond Cullen, but he supposed he was hit with payback for his unprofessional behavior in the form of Samson becoming his charge, his to deal with. 
It was hard from the start, not that Cullen expected any different. But the thing was, the difficulties arose from places other than where he thought they would. Cullen expected Samson himself to be difficult, to be purposefully unpleasant and contrary in all things asked or expected of him.
Cullen didn’t expect the difficulties to come from seeing Samson like… that. Ever since their spat in the throne room at Samson’s sentencing, Samson had completely shut down. No fighting, no bickering—as much as Cullen, admittedly, sometimes attempted to provoke him just to get a reaction—no real obstinance whatsoever, except when it came to leaving his cell. And even that Cullen would categorize less as defiance and more as Samson just… giving up. Samson had said it himself at his sentencing that he knew one way or another, he was a dead man, be it the Inquisition turning him over to other authorities or keeping Samson as their own prisoner, or even in some world where he managed a return to Corypheus. In his mind, all options ended with him dead—and with everyone saying ‘good riddance’ at that. So it seemed like Samson wasn’t waiting for the inevitable, he was opting to play dead even while his heart still beat. It was breaking Cullen’s.
Cullen tried to tell himself not to care, that if anything, he was glad Samson was suffering after all of the same that he had created for others, but as good as Cullen was at lying to himself—about all things emotional in particular—he still knew that wasn’t the truth of it. He couldn’t bear to see Samson reduced to this unrecognizable husk, lacking any trace of what had made Cullen fall in—
Lacking any trace of what had endeared Cullen to the otherwise crass and surly man in the first place. It was painful to witness, painful to have the phantom of who had once been his best friend haunting the dungeon, his office, his thoughts. 
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just your presence makes my blood boil.
but when i don’t see your face every morning,
my heart becomes sullen.
and suddenly, i crave your being as a whole.
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