?

Log in

The Shadow Gallery

Recent Entries
All may post; adult entries must be f-locked. Only members 18 years or older may access adult entries.

April 16th, 2017

Greetings, all-

If circumstances had allowed, I would have imported The Shadow Gallery community into Dreamwidth. Unfortunately, the process requires the original owner's password, which, to the best of my knowledge, would have been the password that agent_creedy created 11 years ago.

I remember trying, and failing, to track agent_creedy down years before, when trying to do exactly this. So, the best I can offer at the moment is a .PDF file of the Gallery's entries via LJbook. It's very no-frills - user icons didn't migrate, alas - but posted art did, and the stories and comments should all be there.

The whole thing can be found here - all 8218 pages(!) of it. If anyone knows of a more complete archiving system, I'd love to see if there's a way to preserve icons and such as well.

December 3rd, 2016

I began V For Vendetta in the summer of 1981, during a working holiday upon the Isle of Wight.
My youngest daughter, Amber, was a few months old. I finished it in the late winter of 1988, after a gap in publishing of nearly five years from discontinuation of England’s Warrior magazine, its initial home. Amber is now seven. I don’t know why I mentioned that. It’s just one of those unremarkable facts that strike you suddenly, with unexpected force, so that you have to go and sit down.

Along with Marvelman (now Miracleman), V For Vendetta represents my first attempt at a continuing series, begun at the outset of my career. For this reason, amongst others, there are things that ring oddly in earlier episodes when judged in the light of the strip’s later development. I trust you’ll bear with us during any initial clumsiness, and share our opinion that it was for the best to show the early episodes unrevised, warts and all, rather than go back and eradicate all trace of youthful creative inexperience.
There is also a certain amount of political inexperience upon my part evident in these early episodes. Back in 1981 the term “nuclear winter” had not passed into common currency, and although my guess about climatic upheaval came pretty close to the eventual truth of the situation, the fact remains that the story to hand suggests that a nuclear war, even a limited one, might be survivable. To the best of my current knowledge, this is not the case.

Naivete can also be detected in my supposition that it would take something as melodramatic as a near-miss nuclear conflict to nudge England toward fascism. Although in fairness to myself and David, there were no better or more accurate predictions of our country’s future available in comic form at that time. The simple fact that much of the historical background of the story proceeds from a predicted Conservative defeat in the 1982 General Election should tell you how reliable we were in our role as Cassandras.

It’s 1988 now. Margaret Thatcher is entering her third term of office and talking confidently of an unbroken Conservative leadership well into the next century. My youngest daughter is seven and the tabloid press are circulating the idea of concentration camps for persons with AIDS. The new riot police wear black visors, as do their horses, and their vans have rotating video cameras mounted on top. The government has expressed a desire to eradicate homosexuality, even as an abstract concept, and one can only speculate as to which minority will be the next legislated against. I’m thinking of taking my family and getting out of this country soon, sometime over the next couple of years. It’s cold and it’s mean-spirited and I don’t like it here anymore.

Goodnight England. Goodnight Home Services and V for Victory.
Hello the voice of Fate (London) and V For Vendetta.

~ Alan Moore — Northampton, March 1988


(with thanks to iwouldslayadragonforyou for the transcription)

November 28th, 2016

 photo Are You Sitting Comfortably.jpg

Greetings, All.

I have been sorely remiss in my duties here, but given the subject matter of this community, I can't in good conscience remain entirely silent regarding current events, which have rendered what was once a cautionary tale into a near-prophecy.

Below, I am placing some links that may be of use to members, or perhaps to people you know. As I find them, I will continue to post more.

There is ample opportunity for discussion of both the graphic novel and movie adaptation of V for Vendetta; while it doesn't necessarily need to be "fun", it does need to remain non-abusive. Please use your best judgement.

As I find them and can make scans, I'll be posting various "moments" from V for Vendetta for community inspiration, discussion, contemplation, etc. You are, I hope obviously, all welcome to do the same.

And so, Adieu.

Post-Election Help Resources (That you don't have to have money for)
- Includes links for Mental Health, Human Rights, and Peaceful Protest

How to protect yourself legally as an LGBTQI, poly, or nontraditional family


October 2nd, 2016

I just logged back in for the first time in four and a half years, and it's been so nostalgic reading through all of these again, reading everyone's journals again. It's been so long it's like I'm experiencing it all for the first time again <3 

May 27th, 2015

It has honeslty been years since I last poked my head in and thought it best to post a hello before I binge on the new fanfiction, I even have chocloate :)

April 12th, 2015

Broken

Share
Humbled
Here's a latest picture that I did. I'm rather pleased by it considering the long time I've spent not doing any photoshop/gimp. I did it for my first chapter of my story.

April 10th, 2015

** I also got a video done -- which takes far longer to do than anything in the world. I'm very happy with it and I'm immensely relieved that it's finally finished. **

** Greetings, everyone! I had waited for the span of maybe a half hour before I finally decided to post something here. It was one of my last pictures that I shared on here that sparked my decision to post the vignette that I wrote for it. I'm also in the process of posting up all of my Vendetta work online via wordpress.com. Here's the link for it: https://the5shadow5gallery.wordpress.com/ It's not just for my Vendetta material though but, it will be the highlight of the site. I look forward to creating new material -- and new original material, as well. ... I really like this piece, the quotes that are said, I just feel that it fits well with the general atmosphere, as well as their characters. **

It was the sadness that drove him onward through the rain, that anguish that gnawed on his insides like a ravaged beast to a bone. The pain stabbed at him as the rain stabbed at the pavement. V had been up on the roofs before but even the very blackened heavens couldn’t hope to change things. It wasn’t getting any better and neither was the weather; he now took to the streets instead. He wasn’t sure what caused it, it was neither anger nor virulence of some injustice that caused him to walk about London like this — it simply existed, settling in the marrow of his bones, infecting every cell and neuron in his body. If he wanted to escape his skin, there certainly was a way for that. But the fires of a frustrating nature raged on the inside this time. He would not be burned to death, he would drown.

V stepped carefully along alleys and quiet streets, through darkness and rain. He willed his mind to focus on the chill the wind brought to his soddened clothes and ever vigilant to his wanderlust hat, snatching it whenever he felt it would be swiftly carried off. He rounded a corner when he heard a voice through the downpour.

“V!”

Despite the noise of the rain upon the pavement and the roaring of the wind, the sound was as clear as a pristine bell on Sunday morning and he had no choice, he felt, but to turn — turn towards that goodness that ever overpowered any and all negativity in his heart. He wasn’t surprised to see her standing there, her blue jacket clinging to her skin from the rain, her shaved head stark but familiar in the gloom. She didn’t hesitate, she ran to him. That simple act stunned him. Not because he had seen it once in the Underground as they had stood next to the train that would be his casket, but for the fact that someone needed him that much that they, themselves, would risk the angry weather to go out chasing shadows — and very much expecting to find one, moved him. She was always a good finder.

“Why are you out here in this storm,” she asked as she fought to catch her breath. “I had been worried sick about you.”

V had never felt any compulsion to worry, except about one person … and he didn’t feel such a thing would be reciprocated in kind; another surprise that it was. He blinked at her, ever puzzled by her want to worry for him. An apology felt strangely insignificant. He lowered his head, not able to find the words. Before he could, she suddenly wrapped her arms around him in an embrace despite the cold wetness of the rain. He was more shocked by her action than the cutting chill of wet clothes. He felt her squeeze him and his reluctant arms reached up to lightly wrap around her, too.

“I’ve missed you,” she said. Her voice was thick with emotion and he knew that it wasn’t just rain drops that slid down her face. Those words broke him at last and he finally tightened his grip around her small frame. His tone was low as he murmured his response.

“I’ve missed you, too.”

“Then why did you leave?” She wouldn’t drop the subject, she had to know, she had to fix it. He admired her about that. To leave things unfixed, to leave things as they were was dangerous when a problem was clearly known — and mental issues had a bad habit of lingering.

“I don’t know,” he said truthfully, knowing well that she wouldn’t believe him. And she didn’t. She spoke more but he hushed her with a gloved finger to her lips. Her eyes, ever searching and pleading into his own, were pregnant with unanswered questions.

“I assure you, I’m quite alright, sweet Eve,” he said gently above the rain. To him, he was very truthful.

Sometimes, he just needed to try and escape himself and in other regards, he needed someone just as crazy as he was to risk traipsing about in a storm for each other. What bothered him, he knew, would go away in time — it always did, even if he couldn’t explain it or put words to it.

“I don’t want you to go,” she suddenly said, her grip tightening around him. “Please come home with me.”

The words pained him deeply, knowing that he couldn’t. V wanted nothing more than to settle on the couch with her, hold her and touch her and pretend that they had a normal relationship but he’d be lying to himself if he did. V slowly slipped from Evey’s grip like nightly shadows from the dawn. Taking a step back, he slowly shook his head.

Without another word or another glance, he turned his back on her and walked away.

“God loves you, too,” she shouted after him. “He loves us both, why can’t you see that?”

Her words stopped him to his very core and he felt that deep anguish again. V lowered his head slightly. He didn’t move. He didn’t have to for he heard the soft sounds of her footfalls behind him. Her touch on his arm was kind and gentle as she stepped in front of him again, peering up into his face with sad eyes.

“What has you trying to escape your own shadow? What has you so miserable?”

She reached up, rain droplets dripping from her fingertips as she pressed her palm against the cool, wet cheek of the mask. An inward sigh passed from him and he leaned against her touch. They both knew her questions were rhetorical, she was simply wondering aloud the root of his current distress.

“You feel that you seem so unforgivable … but that’s not true. When other people look into your eyes they see darkness, destruction, and death. When I look there, I discern a vivacious and virtuous verve. I see joy. I also see justice and a great vehemence against the villains of the world. But more than that, I see Truth … and love of the richest and deepest kind that is ever unending.”

Scarred lips pulled in a warm smile to hear her speak, especially at the alliteration of their most favorite letter of the alphabet. Her words struck to his very soul and each one promised revival and rejuvenation, an ending to the blood that constantly dripped from old and, sometimes, self-afflicted wounds. He drew in a breath, filling himself with more than just oxygen but the peace that she easily instilled in him. The raging of the storm had passed both from within and without. But a great sadness continued to smother him and he knew she knew it. There was only so much that could be done. The rest, he had to live with.

“Tears are words that need to be written,” he quoted softly.

Evey nodded. He felt her take his hands and raised them to her lips. She kissed them softly, full of veneration and understanding.

“It always is harder to be left behind,” she quoted somberly in kind, “than to be the one to go…”

A slow, sad smile pulled at his lips. He sifted a hand from hers to press a gloved palm to her cheek. She closed her eyes and both soaked in the faintest warmth of the others’ touch – a tiny glimpse of light in a world of darkness, and it brought such hope and joy that threatened to burst free. The rain mingled with her tears again and she sniffled.

“I just want you to be ok,” she said softly. “It saddens me greatly when you pull away like some wounded creature going off to die.”

“It is a stage where every man must play his part. And mine is a sad one,”he murmured gently.

Black eyes stared into brown, a smile to a frown, fiberglass to flesh … They could’ve stayed like that for always, content to let the rain fall all around them, pattering against the brim of his hat, dripping down her face and fingers all the while they stared into each other’s souls. It was here in this moment that they both were on the same page, if not on the same word. Both understood the precious importance of what was unfolding around them.

They could feel it in the rain – God was sending them a message.

Her lips pulled in a joyful smile, reveling in the moment. The mask smiled back, the eyes a gentle shade of ebony.

“He wants us together.”

V nodded in agreement. He certainly wanted nothing more. But tonight, they would not be returning together. And if she loved him as deeply as she did, she had no choice but to let him go; they both knew that. When he moved to pull away again, he felt her grip tighten around him. It only lasted a moment until it slowly receded and she let him go completely.

“I’ll wait for you,” she said through her tears, “even if you never come.”

“Verily, I come, I come to you,” V promised before nodding once, turning around again, and walked away. His familiar frame disappeared in a curtain of rain, a continuous downpour being the end of their conversation and their meeting. His sadness continued to trail behind him like so many shadows, the same sadness that reflected in Evey’s eyes and brimmed in tears before she, too, turned away and returned back to their sanctuary, content to forever and fervently wait for him to return.

February 20th, 2015

(no subject)

Share
18th C dress
Okay, which of you guys was it? ;-)

When You Know You've Worked Too Many Doubles

(Sorry; I can't get it to copy the post here.)

November 12th, 2014

Underground London

Share
So cool I just have to share:

Underground London: adventures in the secret city beneath our feet

There *must* be the Shadow Gallery someplace down there!

November 5th, 2014

Remember, remember...

Share
There's a great art feature on the dA dedicated to the special day:
Guy Fawkes Day

Brings back to mind how truly epic the whole idea is...

Happy Fifth, wherever you are!

June 19th, 2014

...or any other time of the day, actually.

Read more...Collapse )

April 12th, 2014

What could that mean?

Share
My kid found this cartoon in a paper when visiting our relatives...
I don't know why it makes me laugh every time I see it... maybe because of "Evey"... maybe because the pic allows for a number of interpretations :D

picCollapse )

January 23rd, 2014

If you haven't yet seen "Cloud Atlas" then you definitely should. It's a remarkable, intricate, intelligent film with stellar performances by an incredible cast, taking place over several centuries of intertwining events. One of my favourite parts of it are the way they used the ensemble cast over and over again, playing different characters in different times, but with a common thread of the impact decisions can make on the lives of others, on a theme of slavery and freedom, running through it.

Plus the Wachowski Brothers, who did "V for Vendetta," did this one as well.

It's well worth seeing, and I mention it here because (a) I think you guys'll enjoy it, and (b) our dear Mr. Weaving plays six different characters in it, turning in (as did they all) excellent performances with each.

Do check it out!

December 25th, 2013

Happy holidays!

Share
V wishes you peaceful and uneventful holidays, with plenty of time to curl up on a couch with a nice book :)

V discovers FowlesCollapse )

November 5th, 2013

Happy 5th!

Share
I can't believe it's been one year since I first watched the movie.
I remember my better half watching it on German TV. I was there halfheartedly, watching an odd scene while actually doing something else. It's the end of the movie that got me hooked - had V lived, I wouldn't have scrambled for the DVD first thing next morning.

It was the beginning of a wonderful journey.

Vichyssoise of verbiage, aka Nothing about V's costume is cheap or off the rackCollapse )

October 28th, 2013

It's nearly time...

Share
Hmmm are we going to play something on the 5th?
Maybe our thinking caps will work better if I post this shorty :) To get the ball rolling, so to speak.

ValedictionCollapse )

October 7th, 2013

I've been here for a week and already made acquaintance with W and Thorn O.o *still frazzled*
So I think it's time to post something - to normalize my breathing pattern :) , but also because I promised some art a couple of days ago.

This pic was doodled for a friend who survived a vacation without internet access.
(now to figure out how a cut works...)

RevelationCollapse )

September 30th, 2013

Well it's certainly been a while since I posted here. Been here almost five years now, eek!

Just thought that I'd share a link to the 1934 Count of Monte Cristo film that is shown in V for Vendetta.

http://oldmovietime.com/the_count_of_monte_cristo.html

Definitely worth a watch if you've never seen it (although the subtitles can get a bit tedious). I only just watched it for the first time tonight. Robert Donat certainly knows how to fill the screen. He has such wonderful stage presence and I found myself very much caught up in his wit. 

New member :)

Share
What Would V Do? (deux)
Welcome to Ewige Studentin! Apologies for the cobwebs, but I saw your post hinting at fic and art, and I'm looking forward to seeing it here! :D

August 30th, 2013

Its been a long while since I was here, just wondering if anyone else is?

December 12th, 2012

I know it's been dreadfully long since last I've posted here. It's been so long that I had forgotten my own username. Oi ... but I've been still writing, still creating. I've a few things to share but first, I would like to share my latest picture. I can't say it's photoshop anymore, as the photoshop that I used to have won't install right on my newer laptop, so I had to resort to Gimp. I am very proud of this. One thing hasn't changed: I still create at the height of my despair and sorrow -- and this is what culminated. It's something that I *had* to create because issues outside of this place were really getting to me -- old and new vexations eating away at me. But upon making this, it heavily cheered me up and it really got me into the Christmas spirit. 

You and Me - Original

November 6th, 2012

(no subject)

Share
18th C dress
Came across this on Tumblr and thought I'd share since it made me grin.

Shame I didn't spot it yesterday, eh? Well, let's all pretend I did. Happy Fifth of November, everyone! :D



Mind you, posting it directly between the fifth and the US election tomorrow is pretty apt too, I guess. XD Two birds with one stone!

October 12th, 2012

Yuletide Gift Fic

Share
V ellensama
Hello you lovely and talented fans, you!

I am extending a Yuletide Gift Fic offer to various fandoms that I lurk in/write for. The basics are that if you offer a prompt over on my blog before the end of October, I'll produce a short fic (minimum 200 words) based on it for you sometime in December.

Complete details and rules on my blog.

Anyone with an idea is encouraged to participate (just be sure to read and follow all of the rules). Maybe a few of you would like to try it for yourself? Hey, a girl can dream... I hope to hear from a few of you!

Mods: If this post is against the comm posting rules, please feel free to delete it.

August 21st, 2012

New member

Share
What Would V Do? (deux)
Welcome, abarai! :)

July 26th, 2012

New member

Share
What Would V Do? (deux)
Welcome to new member tarentel! :D

July 10th, 2012

This was one of you guys, wasn't it? XD

http://cheezburger.com/6330917120

June 25th, 2012

another...

Share
avatar
...coloured one:

June 18th, 2012

Jukebox!

Share
lips
*blows mountain of dust off jukebox*

*coughwheeze* Thought this was appropriate! Hopefully it hasn't been shared before.


June 15th, 2012

a shy try...

Share
avatar
... with colour pencils and ink:



dont be so rude over eveys face - i am still learning.
Powered by LiveJournal.com