How Does 'Fates Hands' End? Spoilers Explained.

One small obsession of mine when drawing Deidara is getting those mouths and hands to feel functional, not just decorative. I start with gesture: quick, loose lines that capture the flow of the fingers and the tilt of the jaw. For the face-mouth I think about the mask of expression — a very narrow upper lip, a slightly fuller lower lip when he smirks, and the way the chin tucks back with his head tilt. For reference I always flip through pages of 'Naruto' and freeze frames where his expression is dynamic — that little asymmetry makes it read as alive. When I move to the hands, I build them like architecture: palm as a foreshortened box, fingers as cylinders, knuckles as a simple ridge. The mouths on Deidara’s palms sit centered but follow the surface planes of the palm — so if the hand is turned three-quarter, the lip curvature and teeth perspective should bend with it. I sketch the mouth inside the palm with lighter shapes first: an oval for the opening, a guideline for the teeth rows, and subtle creases for the skin around the lips. Remember to show the tension where fingers press into clay: little wrinkles and flattened pads sell the grip. Shading and detail come last. Use darker values between teeth, a thin highlight along the lip to suggest moisture, and soft shadow under the lower lip to push depth. For hands, add cast shadows between fingers and slight fingernail highlights. I also find sculpting a quick ball of clay myself helps me feel how fingers indent and how a mouth in the palm would stretch — it’s silly but effective. That tactile practice always improves my panels and makes Deidara look like he’s actually crafting an explosion, which I love.

Imagine sitting in a tiny nickelodeon as a kid and seeing a pair of hands bound together on the big screen — that image stuck with me long before I knew its history. I dug into it later and found that the chained-hands motif didn't pop out of nowhere; it migrated into film from older visual and theatrical traditions. Nineteenth-century stage melodramas, tableaux vivants, and even political prints used bound hands to telegraph captivity, solidarity, or dishonor in a single, legible image. Early cinema borrowed heavily from the stage, and serial cliffhangers loved the visual shorthand of ropes and shackles. Films like 'The Perils of Pauline' and other silent serials leaned on physical peril as spectacle, while the broader cultural memory of slavery, prison imagery, and abolitionist art fed into how audiences read chained figures. By the time of the talkies, prison dramas and chain-gang films — notably 'I Am a Fugitive from a Chain Gang' (1932) — cemented that look as shorthand for oppression and institutional injustice. On a technical level I appreciate why directors used it: hands are expressive, easy to read in close-up, and a great way to show connection (or forced connection) between characters without exposition. Nowadays the trope shows up everywhere — horror, superhero origin scenes, protest visuals — and I still catch a little shiver whenever two hands are riveted together on screen.

I dove into this because 'The Hands Resist Him' has always been one of those creepy cultural relics I bring up at parties to watch people squirm. The short version is: there isn’t a widely released, mainstream film adaptation of 'The Hands Resist Him' with a single famous director attached. The original work is a painting by Bill Stoneham from 1972 that became an internet urban legend after being auctioned online in the late 1990s and early 2000s. That said, the painting has inspired a lot of fan videos, student shorts, and internet horror projects over the years. If you’ve seen a short film or a low-budget adaptation floating around YouTube or Vimeo, it was likely a fan-made piece credited to an independent filmmaker or collective rather than a studio-backed director. If you want, I can help hunt down a specific clip if you remember where you saw it or any actor names — I love that kind of sleuthing and always end up falling into more rabbit holes than planned.

The creepypasta around 'The Hands Resist Him' basically grew out of a real painting meeting early internet folklore, and I still get chills thinking about how organically it spread. The original painting was by Bill Stoneham in the early 1970s — it's an eerie tableau of a boy and a doll in front of a glass pane with many ghostly hands pressing against it. Then, around the turn of the millennium, a photograph of the painting surfaced online as part of a private sale listing on an auction site, and the seller included a creepy backstory about strange events linked to the piece. From there it snowballed: message boards and horror forums picked up the listing, retold and embellished the seller’s claims (movement in the painting, figures appearing in homes, strange dreams), and people started treating the image like an interactive urban legend. Fans added details—webpages where viewers supposedly could log in and interact with the figures, midnight rituals to summon them, and edited photos. That mix of a genuine artwork, a plausible marketplace posting, and participatory internet culture is exactly why it evolved into one of the internet’s most persistent haunted-object stories. I still track how the real-life artist responded later, because it’s a neat example of how fiction and fact blur online.

There's something cinematic about 'The Hands Resist Him' that makes me want to turn the canvas into a short film. Visually it's simple: a pale, serious boy and a doll stand before a glass door, and dozens of disembodied hands press out from the darkness behind the glass. But when I imagine a plot, I see a doorway between two worlds — the waking world and a place of memory or regret. In my version the boy is on the threshold of growing up. The doll is part guardian, part trickster, whispering childhood comforts while the hands are people, moments, and choices clamoring to pull him back. The tension becomes physical: each hand represents a different past event trying to drag him through. The boy resists, not just out of fear but because he’s learning to choose which memories to carry forward. There’s also the darker urban-legend layer — when the painting surfaced online years ago, people swore it was haunted — and I like that the painting itself carries a rumor, as if its plot continues after the frame, in forums and late-night clicks. It leaves me with a quiet ache and a curiosity about who gets through the door with him.

If you're hunting for official prints of 'The Hands Resist Him', the first place I usually check is the artist's own channels. I’ve found that many artists keep limited, signed editions for collectors, or they re-release giclée prints through their site or a listed gallery. Those tend to be the most reliable route if you want something authentic and with provenance. When I went down this rabbit hole a few years back, I learned to look for a certificate of authenticity (COA), the artist’s signature, edition number, and detailed print specs (paper type, print method). If an item is listed on auction sites or resale marketplaces, ask the seller for clear photos of the signature and COA, and compare them to verified examples. Also, contact galleries that have represented the artist — they sometimes have backstock or can point you to the right dealer. It’s a little work, but getting a verified print feels way more satisfying than grabbing a generic poster, and it protects you from replicas and bootlegs.

Drawing hands holding can be quite challenging but super rewarding! I recommend starting with basic shapes to outline the hands. Think of the palm as a rectangle and the fingers as cylinders. Sketch lightly to get proportions right. Focus on the overlap of the fingers and how they wrap around the object. Using reference photos helps a lot too! Don’t forget to capture the details like knuckles and shading to give it depth. Practice is key, so give it a shot and enjoy the process!

Okay, quick confession: I tore through 'Programming in Lua' like it was one of those crunchy weekend reads, and the exercises definitely pushed me to type, break, and fix code rather than just nod along. The book mixes clear, bite-sized examples with exercises that ask you to extend features, reimplement tiny parts, or reason about behavior—so you're not only copying code, you're reshaping it. That felt hands-on in the sense that the learning happens while your fingers are on the keyboard and the interpreter is spitting out responses. What I loved most is that the tasks aren't just trivia; they scaffold real understanding. Early bits get you doing small functions and table manipulations, while later prompts nudge you into metatables, coroutines, and performance choices. If you pair each chapter's snippets with a quick mini-project—like a simple config parser or a toy game loop—you get the best of both worlds: formal explanations and practical muscle memory.