Not elegant enough to be a vampire…. . not jock enough to be a werewolf.. ..

goblin it is

goblin it is

as you get older, you realize that you’re not always right and there’s so many things you could’ve handled better, so many situations where you could’ve been kinder and all you can really do is forgive yourself and let your mistakes make you a better person.

Our graduation film Vermine is finally online after nearly a year travelling from festival to festival! If you enjoyed the film don’t hesitate to share it. And if you feel like dropping us a line, you can contact the team on facebook @Verminemovie

Set in a contemporary society of mice and rats, Hubert, a young observing rat, recites slam poetry full of hope within his head as he passes by individualistic strangers in the Parisian metro. Hubert´s poetry remains optimistic and persistent, despite the harsh reality of the world he lives in.

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Credits

Jérémie Becquer - Direction/Animation jeremiebecquer.strikingly.com

Allan Michaut - Art Direction/Animation allanmichaut.tumblr.com/

Morten Krebs - Technical Art Direction/Backgrounds mortenkrebs.tumblr.com/

Léonard Bismuth - Storyboard/Animation/Comp leonardbismuth.com/

Pauline Champetier - Storyboard/Animation Lead paulinechampetier.blogspot.com/

Maria Sandvig - Design/Animation/Production Management mariasandvig.strikingly.com/

Kristoffer Ager - Design/Animation kristofferager.wixsite.com/animation

Ditte Wad Andersen - Design/Backgrounds dittewad.com/

Michael Nielsen. - Design/Backgrounds artstation.com/halfnielsen

You’re healing every time you

the fact that lights don’t start flickering ominously and short-circuiting whenever i’m upset is maximally unsexy and not at all excellent if you ask me

Want a gf but I ain’t prepared… I’ve no land to give, no cattle…

imagine hearing “hall of the mountian king” for the first time in 1875. the sheer chaos imagine being some norwegian aristocrat and sitting down for a nice day at the symphony and getting your entire wig and life snatched right before your very eyes

i’m just saying grieg went tf off!

The Signs and Empire:

Aries: An empire of fire and salt water. Fertile island fortresses patrolled by many-armed stone sentinels wielding golden flamberges. Rivers of fire spilling into the sea.

Taurus: An empire of honey and snow. Castles that stand as decadent art. Colossal ghostly spirit foxes watch over forests of cherry trees.

Gemini: An empire of rain and silk. Glittering iridescent cloaks and wide brimmed straw masks. The aqueducts flow ever deeper into the mountains.

Cancer: An empire of time and woodlands. Citadels of fossilized lumber strong as any metal. Old rusted weapons jut from the grass like weeds.

Leo: An empire of roses and bridges. Subtle stonework hewn rough by ages of wear. Stone blossoms wilting as the season passes.

Virgo: An empire of tombs and amber. The spires of the great necropolis are visible over the labyrinth walls, as kongamato patrol the skies.

Libra: An empire of sand and glass. The libraries of a thousand cities stolen, collected in the grand archives. A library of libraries. 

Scorpio: An empire of blood and stars. Nothing is left of this great people, but their decedents know their history well. Spilling blood on the great story-stones that dot the overgrowth brings whispers of the past. 

Ophiuchus: An empire of wind and hooves. Steeds like a thunderstorm, heavy and dark. Leaving only nursing trees and pillars to the dead in their wake.

Sagittarius: A landless empire of wanderers. Cloaks of feathers and ritual smoke. Comfortable boots and hospitality, though they are the guests.

Capricorn: An empire of stories and loss. Ruins buried under ice, unseen for generations.

Aquarius: An empire of brass and coal. The corpses of war machines that now dot the landscape. Rusted green in the autumn rains. 

Pisces: A sunken empire. Pillars of shining black salt break the waves, the deeper recesses of the grand palace lie sodden and unexplored.

I WANT MORE OVERGROWN RUINS TO EXPLORE AND IF I HAVE TO MAKE THEM MYSELF THEN SO BE IT

This makes me picture someone aggressively planting vines around a Family Dollar that closed down two weeks ago 

too small scale, this person is currently plotting the demise of modern civilization as we know it

I just heard my mom tell my brother, “when you die, you will go outside and garden until your father says you’re done” and it took me a second to realize that my brother was playing a videogame and this was not a theological discussion.

honestly the only reason im not an old man is that i happen to have been born somewhat recently. other than that 

The Signs as Something Else

Aries: The storm sirens wail, the sound of colossal footsteps thunder closer. A low mournful sound that seems to crack the sky.

Taurus: The now abandoned house by the seaside. The reason there aren’t any more rat catchers in town. 

Gemini: The grey dogs in porcelain masks that wander the streets at night. The one that sat under a streetlight, and watched through your bedroom window.

Cancer: The faceless too-tall things covered in red cloth. They seemed to be enjoying the tea party the little girl had set out for them.

Leo: There were rumors that god was starving.

Virgo: The tall leafless trees that grew on the sites of the mass graves.

Libra: The disused parts of the subway network. The market that meets every Friday in the old transit hub.

Scorpio: The sudden, intense and inescapable feeling that you are lost. How the feeling fades too suddenly.

Ophiuchus: The missing statue in front of the library.

Sagittarius: The old rotting puppet that taught you martial arts.

Capricorn: The massive black roadrunner that followed your car through Utah. You didn’t say a word the whole night.

Aquarius: The angel tangled in the power lines.

Pisces: How the world changes when you cross the freeway. How the trash vanishes and the paint becomes more vibrant. How the air becomes sterile.

hnmmmmmm. todoroki good

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