the Rift

Can someone help me out and make me a table for my rift girl? She has no proper art and just needs something simple. Even if someone just wants to make me a table with just a plain background and pretty text for her name and a quote? Her name is still to be determined, so maybe leave the name area open to edit? These are just a few ideas, I'm not expecting one of each, but if anything strikes your muse or fancy. I'm just looking for eerie images, since she's going to lure children away in the night ;)

Image This one is my favorite
Image (Maybe crop out the creepy silhouette? lol)
Image (Maybe a scrolling table or something?
Image

Her colors are whites, blacks, and greys, if that helps for just plain background tables <3

Thanks in advance!

It’s dark, depressing, and gives me the feeling that, at any moment, we might be attacked by creatures with glowing eyes and venomous pincers. Duir concedes that he feels similarly with a nod of his head, looking around us at the terrible woodland. Struck suddenly with the thought of the smoke curling out of the bodies of those who’d tried to fight, I shut my eyes, and shake my head, hard, feeling my belly roll in a dark, angry way.

I think, instead, of Arleigh’s face, full of pain, riddled with tears, and Glacia’s fear, Gwyn’s silent, hopeless stare, or Erebos’ hateful glower... It hurts, but less than the memory of Aithniel, breaking apart into light, or the image of the Aurora Basin, my home, warping and dissipating into the shadows forever.

It’s dark, depressing, and gives me the feeling that, at any moment, we might be attacked by creatures with glowing eyes and venomous pincers. Duir concedes that he feels similarly with a nod of his head, looking around us at the terrible woodland. Struck suddenly with the thought of the smoke curling out of the bodies of those who’d tried to fight, I shut my eyes, and shake my head, hard, feeling my belly roll in a dark, angry way.

I think, instead, of Arleigh’s face, full of pain, riddled with tears, and Glacia’s fear, Gwyn’s silent, hopeless stare, or Erebos’ hateful glower... It hurts, but less than the memory of Aithniel, breaking apart into light, or the image of the Aurora Basin, my home, warping and dissipating into the shadows forever.

It’s dark, depressing, and gives me the feeling that, at any moment, we might be attacked by creatures with glowing eyes and venomous pincers. Duir concedes that he feels similarly with a nod of his head, looking around us at the terrible woodland. Struck suddenly with the thought of the smoke curling out of the bodies of those who’d tried to fight, I shut my eyes, and shake my head, hard, feeling my belly roll in a dark, angry way.

I think, instead, of Arleigh’s face, full of pain, riddled with tears, and Glacia’s fear, Gwyn’s silent, hopeless stare, or Erebos’ hateful glower... It hurts, but less than the memory of Aithniel, breaking apart into light, or the image of the Aurora Basin, my home, warping and dissipating into the shadows forever.

"rada rada"

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Image by Jose Maria Perez Nunez | Table by Bunnie

Noella

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