#takutanartph

[agyo]

The Lapida

a creature based on my childhood experiences of exploring a public cementery littered with forgotten graves and broken gravestones.

[oletarts]

#TakutanArtPH 👻

[panisestgladio]

When you’re running late but your other half isn’t cooperating

[jeanstoppable]

19th OF OCTOBER

~creatures of regret~

(A/N: since halloween is just right around the corner, I thought it’d be nice to have some spooky stories! Also, this piece will hopefully be featured in an art collaboration on Twitter and if you’re interested in seeing it, the collab is called #TakutanArtPH )

(A small glimpse into my creative process!^^)

Psst! Are you awake?

A creak in the floorboards. A weight pressing down on the mattress. A light poke through the blanket.

Did you forget our regular ghost story time?

A muffled grumble sounded under the blanket, “Can’t you come earlier, like maybe when about to sleep? It’s the middle of the night!”

Nope! Three AM sharp, you know this already.

There was a long sigh that filled the silent room before the blanket was uncovered to reveal a little girl, with a rather displeased expression. “What if I don’t want to hear your ghost stories?” She asked with another irritated sigh.

When there was no response, the girl grudgingly dragged her gaze towards the source of the voice—a boy, no older than her, was sitting at the edge of the bed and staring at her creepily.

Then I would disappear on you.

She winced at the frost in his tone, “You wouldn’t!”

The boy stood from the bed, shot her a somber look and then promptly vanished.

“Hey!” The girl yelled, her voice a tiny bit too loud so she slapped a hand over her mouth before trying again, “Hey…!”

Her eyes roamed around her room but still found no signs of the boy.

“Fine!” She huffed and tiptoed over the window where a seat was built into the ledge, “Let’s hear the story.” The girl sat on the soft cushion, crossed her legs and pulled a pillow into her lap and waited.

The blanket from the bed suddenly lifted and floated over to where the girl was, draping it across her exposed legs and providing her warmth.

“Thanks…” She mumbled, a light blush on her cheeks.

The boy appeared in front of her, hovering above the cushion also with crossed legs as a triumphant smirk twisted his lips, “Ready?”

She squeezed the pillow tight, nodded and then leaned forward.

. . .

This one’s a bit sad.

How come?

Just listen.

. . .

There were only rumours of its existence at the start but those fearful warnings grew and grew until it eventually became a local legend. The townsfolk say that there, in the woods surrounding their small village, resides an ominous being that feeds on the lives of people that happen upon them. 

A fairy.

Although don’t get your hopes up, this one is not the kind you’d expect to find in a fantasy book. 

On the contrary, it was a rather sorrowful being.

People who claimed to have encountered it recount that the fairy would cry endlessly. For days and many, many nights, in which they came to the conclusion that the wailing never actually stops. Even when a poor soul stumbles upon them and gets lured in by the distressing sounds it makes, the fairy would continue to cry.

It was a creature of ill fate. A creature of regret.

There were also numerous descriptions of the fairy: such as having red tears leaking from their eyes, some even speculate that it was the blood of its previous victims; dark purplish skin that made them almost invisible in the night; And finally, wings resembling that of a tattered butterfly’s.

In the end, most had come to fear the story of the creature, yet somehow a small number of people pitied it, for they believed that the fairy would cry for their prey, mourning their impending death and then cry anew for themselves and their harrowing and cursed purpose in this world.

. . .

Poor thing, it has to be sad for it to live!

So, from now on, be careful when you hear weird crying.

A small giggle. Stop that.

Alright, it’s time for you to sleep.

I can’t sleep now! I’m too wide awake because of you.

Well…

How about another one then?

(A/N: This was supposed to be a looooot shorter but oh well, have an impromptu little girl oc and her ghost friend who likes sharing scary stories 👻 This has been piling up dust in my drafts for days now)

[snailroyal]

suso sa puntod // entry for #TakutanArtPH on twitter

collects the bones of graves and visitors 💀🐌

[dailycamart]

"let me see what you have”

“a knife!!!”

and this is my entry for #TakutanArtPH, which is me dressed up as Chucky from Child’s Play!

[jauntycryptid]

Found her! #takutanartph https://www.instagram.com/p/CHB-OQihRp0/?igshid=1oshwq0q8vklx

[jauntycryptid]

Joined #takutanartph with my OG OC Sexy Fish as Medusa! She’s an inverted mermaid that now has snakes for hair and a killer stare. #artph #digitalart #procreate #artistoninstagram #jcsflo #sexyfish https://www.instagram.com/p/CGUjPOnhKo4/?igshid=1f8f6xko9x4c0