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Barriss Offee's grief for Master Luminara Unduli
The scene from Rebels when Kannan and Ezra found Luminara's frozen corpse terrified me as a kid and it really scares me today.
Evanescence's song ''Like you'' inspired me to do this drawing. I started to make the first skethes back in octomber 2022 for the Day of the Dead but in those days my grandmother passed away and I saw her taking her last breath. After one year of grief and healing I decided to finnish my work and get off a weight from my shoulders.
Barriss Offee would have felt totally devastated if she would find out how her old master was given such a cruel end. After this, I would hope the New Jedi Order would give her a proper burial as she deserves.
I censored the face of Luminara because I thought some people could find it disturbing.
You also can see my drawing (the uncensored version) on https://www.deviantart.com/moonrises/art/Star-Wars-Bariss-Offee-s-grief-1003601014 and my other works on https://www.deviantart.com/moonrises
Haunting of Hills house tour/interview
The Haunting Beauty of Lake Atitlan
Experience searchers long to encounter heart-pounding fun blended with shocking magnificence and a bit of threat Lake Atitlán in Guatemala merits a spot on a globe-trotters rundown Apparently one of the worlds most dazzling collections of freshwater the lake exists in view of a some time in the past characteristic fiasco The shrouded threat The lake fills a monstrous caldera shaped by one of the Earths most breathtaking volcanic blasts and the area remains volcanically dynamic Many experience searchers place a functioning well of lava on their rundown In the event that you do that at that point relish the increased risk of seeing three dynamic volcanoes from your lake-see lodging in a scene over a super spring of gushing lava (like the one in Yellowstone Park) related article
Guatemala assigned the lake locale a National Park to protect the nations regular excellence and to energize the travel industry Experience their national fortune of volcanoes a lake and natural life yet dont stop there Meet the Mayans! Truly I said Mayans the local people groups who were a piece of the Mayan realm and culture that were vanquished by the Spanish Empire somewhere in the range of 1511 and 1697 Vanquished implies end of domain not the finish of the Mayan culture which still exists for you to involvement in little towns like the ones by Lake Atitlán Freshwater jumpers may organize a plunge on antiquated Mayan towns under the lake
As you think about arranging a blend of perspectives climbing plunging eating untamed life and encountering the Mayan culture of individuals dialects sustenance customs dont ignore the peril Play it safe to maintain a strategic distance from or limit the impacts of theft a more serious hazard than volcanic movement Leave your costly gems and whatever other belonging that you will beyond a reasonable doubt miss at home Any poor society contains a minority dim component that will go after as opposed to help the vacationer business Take care to go in huge gatherings particularly via land from the airplane terminal to the Lake Atitlán locale An administration or inn gave land transport security locally available ought to guarantee your wellbeing Once at the lake area the nearby Tuk-Tuks (car rickshaws) ought to be OK to get you about past strolling separation Make the most of your experience! Previous article
Just ignore it
One of the first stories I posted on wattpad.
On there I'm at 71 short horror stories right now, I'm not sure if I will ever post all of the stories I wrote before on tumblr, but here is one.
Word count: 1105
TW: Psychological horror
I look up at the old school building, just for a second I see the cracks. The surrounding plants around it have started growing inside. Some of the windows are broken.
The broken bell goes off and it almost sounds like a muffled scream.
I quickly go inside.
Inside the right classroom I take a seat at my table, it is a scratched old table with graffiti, not done by me.
Slowly the classroom fills with my 'classmates', these dolls with keys in their backs. They enter with their rattling keys and stiff movements. Opening and closing their wooden mouths, like they are talking to one another. I can't hear them, but I'm not interested anyway.
Lastly, the 'teacher' enters leaving its books on the desk and 'starting the lesson'.
I don't care to listen to the clacking of its mouth. It doesn't matter anyway, ignoring is for the best and pretending.
At some point the 'teacher' points at me and stops.
Carefully I stand and walk towards it, followed by the empty stares of the other painted wooden faces.
It is quiet.
It has always been quiet.
My 'teacher' seems to have stopped working, so I stand behind it and gently turn it's key until it starts working again.
Then just as quietly as before, I return to my seat.
I stare out of the window, without actually observing what is happening. Well nothing is happening really. Nothing ever is.
Just nature taking over this school, this empty building.
Even during break I just stare outside, while those dolls are clacking to each other.
If I go anywhere the dolls will be mean to me, they will sometimes throw things at me or clack mean things about me. So it is better just to remain in one place. They are defective.
I return home without looking back.
I live in an old dollhouse, it's almost completely empty and always silent.
I love the silence.
I enjoy the emptiness.
The rest of the house is just like the city with plants growing everywhere, inside and outside the buildings.
All buildings are slowly breaking apart and I just ignore it.
It's all fake anyway.
It's all useless anyway.
Nothing matters here, just that I do what I have to do and return 'home'.
The next day when I go to 'school', something strange happens.
The 'teacher' introduces a new 'classmate', another doll.
With a key and a painted face, just like any other.
It takes the empty seat next to me.
The new student seems to try to get my attention, but I just start doodling in my workbooks. Pretending I don't see or hear her.
The day passes by quite quickly, and I return to my old dollhouse.
I walk up the creaking stairs and past the rotting woodwork.
In my room I stare out of the hole in the roof, at the dark, starless abyss, most people call the sky.
And just like always, another day has passed.
The next day I do the same as all the previous days.
Stare out of the window, turn a key and return to my seat.
Then lunch comes around.
The new student is getting more annoying.
It has even started jumping in front of me to get my attention, which made the other dolls clack their mouths like they were laughing.
It's becoming more and more difficult.
Then suddenly it locks it's wooden hands around my wrist.
No matter how hard I struggle, It won't let me go.
Then it started walking and I am forced to follow.
We go up to the rooftop.
"I need you to listen." The voice coming out of the doll sounds vaguely human.
While blocking the only exit, it let's go of my wrist.
What does this thing want from me? None of them ever try to contact me as long as I ignore them, why does this one do?
The new student puts a hand under its chin, then a short click could be heard.
She removes her face, I guess she was wearing a mask.
I look at her face, her nose, her eyes, her eyebrows... Everything about her looks too familiar.
She looks like...
me...
Why does she look like me?
"I need to speak with you, please listen." She pleads with my voice.
I don't like where this is going and I take a step back. She doesn't seem to mind though.
"I need you to start looking around you and not ignore everything."
I remain silent.
"Remember what the doctor told us, about the ignoring of bullies and unfortunate situations? Well he was wrong."
I stay quiet and stare past her at the door, so close yet so far away. I just want to ignore her and continue my day.
"You can't ignore everything, you've already done that too much. You need help. You need to tell others about what's going on and learn not to just take everything."
So annoying.
"I don't care... I can just ignore it." I mumble to myself.
"Please don't." the other me pleads, her eyes starting to look red and watery.
I don't answer and take a few steps closer to the door.
"No you can't leave!" She yells.
I glare at her: "You're not supposed to exist. The doctor wasn't the only one who told me to just ignore it. Everything is better this way."
Defeated, she moves aside, her head hanging down: "S-so it has already gone this far... I see, it really is too late."
In silence I continue towards the door.
As my hand brushes the door handle she suddenly seems to want to give it one more try: "This whole city will collapse on top of us! It will kill us!"
"Then let it collapse. I can't go back to the time, when I still observed, when I still listened and I still felt everything. That time was hell. It was worse than death."
"But it is not too late. You can still get the help you need, before your world will collapse!"
"I don't want it."
I shove her aside and return to class.
The classroom looks more in disrepair than before we left, but I ignore it.
As school continues on, more cracks start appearing and I haven't seen the other me since I left her.
She probably won't return.
She must have left.
Given up entirely.
Well it's not like she could change my mind or anything.
She has no power over this place, unlike me.
I don't want to leave this place.
Yes, it's empty and it's lonely.
It might all be breaking apart, but this is my only safe haven. My own place of peace and quiet.
My own safe little world.
When the teacher stops working while pointing it's finger at me again, I turn the key on his back and return to my seat.
See, it all works perfectly fine.
I'm perfectly fine.
Nothing is wrong.
As long as I just ignore it all
And then at last the cracked walls can't hold the ceiling anymore.
I can hear its creaking.
But like always... I just ignore it.
Silent gaze reveals, Plastic dreams in darkness rest, Echoes haunt the still. (¬‿¬)
Veil of shadows creep, Whispers through the midnight mist, Eyes like lanterns glow. 🌙
Silent shadows creep, Whispers tug at the moonlight, Secrets twist in gloom. (・ω<)
Hello I really like your haunted mansion art and was wondering if you could draw more of hatbox. I hope you have a good night/day
Hat Box Ghost
Why hello there stranger! Of course, how could I deny that request? I love this guy and I am so flattered you like my art too! Thank you for the ask! I may draw more of this fiend in the future~
~Spooki🖤
contracts written in blood
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loss of my life
daniel le domas × nell crain
"she didn't even draw the card, but she just— just couldn't handle the life of having to kill others to save our skin. and that haunts me... cause if only i knew, then i wouldn't have married her... then maybe she's still alive... the purest thing i ever had. my soul, my wife." — daniel le domas
song: night we met by lord huron
show/movie: hibm + ready or not
Thank you so much! Leon looks so hauntingly beautiful. I am grateful for such a lovely gift from a wonderful friend.
@lightningwolfomega
Happy birthday, my friend 🌟
Walked in on my dad watching a video on YouTube by some channel named SIGMA MALE and it is just an animated buff werewolf pngtuber react channel
My house was haunted by Rod Serling, but he just narrated my day to day as if my life was a TZ episode.