#cryptlife

[bonestheskeletonknight]

Artistry Escapes Me (So Far)

Random Ghoul #76 on my Substack asks:

“Oi, you can type, so why can’t you draw, you lazy bum? Ye just like takin’ pictures or sumin’?”

A fair question, if a little aggressive.

Truth is, it’s hard enough for me to type, let alone take a brush to canvas. My fingers weren’t exactly built for fine control, unless you count dramatic pointing and the occasional accusatory wag.

I’d gladly hire an artist, if I had the coin and someone bold enough to enter the crypt without fainting or catching fire.

For now, I make do with relics, scraps, and the occasional haunted photograph. But should an illustrator ever stumble upon my lair, sketchbook in hand and poor decision-making in their heart…

Well. I’ll put the kettle on.

[eric-sadahire]

Y'all think being in a goth relationship means wearing white makeup together, but Mary Shelly lost her virginity on her mothers grave so maybe step it up. Mary shelly carried her husbands heart around and lived in a crypt after he died. No one will ever be as goth as Mary Shelly.