#pastpassages

love your stuff btw <3

thank you !!! i will try my best everyday...

What medium do you use most (if applicable, what software)? answered here !

9. What's something you always come back to when drawing?

okay so i never post my personal art on here, but it's random shapes. just shapes.

occasionally they infiltrate fanart bc i just couldnt resist drawing a random square or circle in there. why not.

19. Where do you find inspiration?

I love folk horror and I love a good ghost story. I love period pieces and supernatural mysteries. I love horror with a bit of action. But more than anything....I love a good classic monster movie, especially a non-traditional take on a traditional story. And if there are werewolves? Just fuck me all the way up. 🤣

Some of my favorites from these categories include (but are not remotely limited to) the following:

Lake Mungo (a deliciously twisty found-footage ghost story)

The Wolf Man (the Benicio Del Toro remake SLAPS ok?)

Dog Soldiers (easily my favorite werewolf movie of all time)

Wer (found footage werewolf movie? yes please!)

Le Pacte des Loups (history and horror in FRENCH)

The 13th Warrior (I will never not watch this movie)

Crimson Peak (period piece horror at its' finest)

Sleepy Hollow (wait no I stand corrected)

The Lost Boys (IT IS A CLASSIC FOR A REASON)

Hellboy (the Ron Perlman version, tyvm)

thank you so much!! it took me... longer than expected BUT I'M DONE and that's what really matters

wrist

Natsuki’s hair is soft and thick. As I run my fingers through his hair I can tell he doesn’t really use any product to style it. Just clean, naturally wavy hair. I liked it. Apparently he liked the attention. His eyes flutter to a close as I sit across his lap with my hands playing in his golden mane. The room is calm as classical music from his collection fills the empty spaces with Baroque strings. I soon fall into the music, timing my strokes with the hills and valleys of the slow melody. One hand glides down the side of Natsuki’s face, brushing the hair from his eyes and resting on his cheek. His eyes open to look at me with heavy lids and a fond smile. I smile in kind. 

His hand finds mine on his face and he loosely wraps his fingers around my hand, bringing my wrist down. There, where the black ink colored my skin he pauses to look at my tattoo. I shift as I follow his focus to it, watching his face carefully. 

in this house we appreciate ren jingucci 24/7 but yeah jokes aside, same here ;; this man’s been so used to having him be judged by his family name first and his own person second. he tends to mock being the son of such a successful conglomerate by maintaining his rebellious and standoffish persona or by coming off as a flirtatious playboy who expects to have you turn into a puddle with a single wink, and even that takes a toll on him. he says he’s simply the third son, that he’s granted no responsibilities to take on the family business, that he’s a tool meant to promote the Jinguji name by being an idol; he says he’s free from expectations but is he really? it’s no wonder why he’s so passionate about his hobbies like photography or why he loves to get lost whenever he travels to new places, he finally gets the escape he’s been looking for.