She would flee into the forest, and they'd be chasing her, and though she's faster, humans are persistent and they drive her to a riverbank. She tries to cross, but the current is too powerful and it sweeps her away. She's at the mercy of the river for a while, before she's finally deposited on another riverbank, and it's past dawn. Spent as she is, the sun already begins to burn her skin, and she forces herself to crawl into the woods and take refuge under a fallen tree. She vomits up all the water in her stomach and lungs, and is trapped there until night, and she can't sleep very much, she has to keep waking up to keep in the shadow of the tree, and shes getting ever more ravenously hungry, and it's only while she's awake under that tree that she can take in how the love of her life turned against her so completely.
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STATUS: It's for everyone's own good that I've been away, because I've been a nightmare to deal with the past two months. 8 yrs ago
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It's for everyone's own good that I've been away, because I've been a nightmare to deal with the past two months.
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*basks in your attention*
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Sometimes I remember my school is frequented by pretentious, self-important fuckwits. And then I get sad.
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Finals stuff is about to come up. Responses will be sporadic.
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If my partners could not talk about the politics with me - I want this site to be my escape, and my thoughts about it are my business.
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Not actually a mom nor German
Not a memelord. More like a memebaroness.
Pretentious theater student, especially if you let me get myself started.
Not a memelord. More like a memebaroness.
Pretentious theater student, especially if you let me get myself started.
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"If that's what you choose to believe." Most of what he said was a little true, a little not. It wouldn't benefit her much to correct every little thing he said. He was struggling and babbling anyway. She inhaled sharply, with him rattling off this misconception and that. The surface creatures were woefully out of date, it seemed. "The only piece of advice I will give you is this. Forget everything you thought you knew about this place." It was in her best interest for him to be at least a little calm, if only for ease in moving him around and to irritate her less. Sometimes they just didn't stop screaming, and when she wasn't actually doing anything to facilitate screaming, it was just annoying.
"Put the gauntlets on him," she ordered. The slender thing beside his chair picked something up from a small wooden chest on the floor. They resembled mittens crafted of leather, but stiff. The slender creature silently grabbed his right hand and slipped the first one on. His fingers would no longer be able to move independently of one another, but they weren't particularly uncomfortable. Any discomfort might have come from how tight the guard was pulling them around his wrists.
All the while, Lilith rose from her throne and took a few steps forward, crossing her arms with a stern frown. Perhaps she looked frightening, but this part truly was just business. There were things the empress did benefit from him knowing. "Listen. This is how everything is going to work. If you choose to believe all your surface legends, you probably think I'm about to spear you on an iron spit, but that's not how I do things. I bear you no ill will. I have nothing to gain from torturing you for the sake of pleasure. I will torture you if you irritate me. If you irritate me, you will be treated as a prisoner. If you behave yourself, you will be treated as a guest. How much pain you endure is completely in your hands." She glanced down at his hands, now secured in leather, and snickered at her own joke. "Do I make myself completely clear?"
"Put the gauntlets on him," she ordered. The slender thing beside his chair picked something up from a small wooden chest on the floor. They resembled mittens crafted of leather, but stiff. The slender creature silently grabbed his right hand and slipped the first one on. His fingers would no longer be able to move independently of one another, but they weren't particularly uncomfortable. Any discomfort might have come from how tight the guard was pulling them around his wrists.
All the while, Lilith rose from her throne and took a few steps forward, crossing her arms with a stern frown. Perhaps she looked frightening, but this part truly was just business. There were things the empress did benefit from him knowing. "Listen. This is how everything is going to work. If you choose to believe all your surface legends, you probably think I'm about to spear you on an iron spit, but that's not how I do things. I bear you no ill will. I have nothing to gain from torturing you for the sake of pleasure. I will torture you if you irritate me. If you irritate me, you will be treated as a prisoner. If you behave yourself, you will be treated as a guest. How much pain you endure is completely in your hands." She glanced down at his hands, now secured in leather, and snickered at her own joke. "Do I make myself completely clear?"
It's probably my favorite era in fashion. I love the shapes and the structures.
Now that the time is getting closer and closer, I've begun thinking of what's actually going to go down when Jaspin gets Elizabeth chased out of town. I can tell you what I have in mind or not, depends on if you want spoilers for it or if you have something in mind, I dunno.
Now that the time is getting closer and closer, I've begun thinking of what's actually going to go down when Jaspin gets Elizabeth chased out of town. I can tell you what I have in mind or not, depends on if you want spoilers for it or if you have something in mind, I dunno.
Like magenta and grey. I love taking different time period inspirations for these dresses. Eleanora's is gonna be like 1870-1880s.
Yeah, that's Elizabeth. I wish the color was a little more gold.
Eleanora's will be a fun challenge. That'll be a lot more elaborate.
Eleanora's will be a fun challenge. That'll be a lot more elaborate.
It was so strange. Over the two hundred years she had been alive, she felt the passage of hours go by shorter and shorter. They were increasingly smaller and smaller segments of her existence. But these hours didn't pass like the others. These hours dragged by, waiting for him to come to. Hours of her beloved in immeasurable pain and Elizabeth powerless to take any of it away.
She was sitting on the floor at the hearth beside their bed, staring into the fire. Every cringe, every twitch, every whimper, she could feel it in her bones. She could hear his heart beating faster, faster, louder, more and more frantic. The venom was cruel, she knew. It was a fire that crawled through every limb of the body that could not be sated nor distinguished.
She ignored the ache in her stomach all during the night. The mouthful of his disgusting, diseased blood did little to sate her hunger, but she didn't dare move. Not when he could wake up at any time. Nothing short of divine intervention itself would keep her from being by his side when he awoke, even more so if he needed to be restrained. She could barely remember the days and weeks and months following her transformation. That was what newborns did. They went wild. Elizabeth wasn't going to allow Jaspin to torment the humans around town. They were his friends. Even if he wouldn't be able to see them for months, she'd make sure they lived and didn't get suspicious, for his sake.
As the hours dragged on, something changed. Everything went quiet in their little cottage. His heartbeat, which she always cherished hearing, fell silent. There was nothing to be heard but crickets in the distance and leaves softly stirring in the trees. The warmth she usually felt radiating from him, giving life to her cold skin, faded away. Elizabeth bowed her head, as if mourning. Was that not the proper thing to do when someone died? Indeed, by all sense, Jaspin... was dead. Dead. Just thinking the word made her feel like she could vomit. Thinking of him gone for good. She had done the right thing, she told herself. His pain was over now, but his life was not. It would be a different, strange life, not quite like the one before. But it was life indeed and it was his now forever.
Elizabeth stood up and turned to him. For the first moment, it hurt to see him. As she expected, he was as still as death, but expecting it didn't make it any easier. She sat beside him on the bed, forcing herself to keep watch. It was about over. It had to be.
It happened at last.
Elizabeth reached a hand across the bed to the wall, just in case he bolted up or otherwise needed to be restrained. It was inappropriate, she knew, but she smiled. She couldn't help it. He wasn't pained anymore, from sickness or venom or anything. He never would be pained again.
"Darling, darling, I'm so glad you're awake. It's over now, it's all over," she cooed, speaking softly. "Please listen to me. I know you're restless, but you need to stay calm. It's going to be alright, I'm going to take care of you, sweetheart, I'm here."
She was sitting on the floor at the hearth beside their bed, staring into the fire. Every cringe, every twitch, every whimper, she could feel it in her bones. She could hear his heart beating faster, faster, louder, more and more frantic. The venom was cruel, she knew. It was a fire that crawled through every limb of the body that could not be sated nor distinguished.
She ignored the ache in her stomach all during the night. The mouthful of his disgusting, diseased blood did little to sate her hunger, but she didn't dare move. Not when he could wake up at any time. Nothing short of divine intervention itself would keep her from being by his side when he awoke, even more so if he needed to be restrained. She could barely remember the days and weeks and months following her transformation. That was what newborns did. They went wild. Elizabeth wasn't going to allow Jaspin to torment the humans around town. They were his friends. Even if he wouldn't be able to see them for months, she'd make sure they lived and didn't get suspicious, for his sake.
As the hours dragged on, something changed. Everything went quiet in their little cottage. His heartbeat, which she always cherished hearing, fell silent. There was nothing to be heard but crickets in the distance and leaves softly stirring in the trees. The warmth she usually felt radiating from him, giving life to her cold skin, faded away. Elizabeth bowed her head, as if mourning. Was that not the proper thing to do when someone died? Indeed, by all sense, Jaspin... was dead. Dead. Just thinking the word made her feel like she could vomit. Thinking of him gone for good. She had done the right thing, she told herself. His pain was over now, but his life was not. It would be a different, strange life, not quite like the one before. But it was life indeed and it was his now forever.
Elizabeth stood up and turned to him. For the first moment, it hurt to see him. As she expected, he was as still as death, but expecting it didn't make it any easier. She sat beside him on the bed, forcing herself to keep watch. It was about over. It had to be.
It happened at last.
Elizabeth reached a hand across the bed to the wall, just in case he bolted up or otherwise needed to be restrained. It was inappropriate, she knew, but she smiled. She couldn't help it. He wasn't pained anymore, from sickness or venom or anything. He never would be pained again.
"Darling, darling, I'm so glad you're awake. It's over now, it's all over," she cooed, speaking softly. "Please listen to me. I know you're restless, but you need to stay calm. It's going to be alright, I'm going to take care of you, sweetheart, I'm here."
I finished it!
Now, this is only one design I have for her. I'll do the second some other time.
But I've only been doing this kind of thing for a few weeks so I feel pretty good about it.
Now, this is only one design I have for her. I'll do the second some other time.
But I've only been doing this kind of thing for a few weeks so I feel pretty good about it.
I'm working on it. I got a decent sketch for like 20 minutes. I'll paint it soon.
Intimidating As Grass Friends
I'm finally starting to work on the costume sketches I've been really wanting to do, especially for Elizabeth and Eleanora. So happy I finally have the time.
I'm finally starting to work on the costume sketches I've been really wanting to do, especially for Elizabeth and Eleanora. So happy I finally have the time.
Likewise, Jonathan is smitten with Eleanora, so there's little risk of him catching feelings, as the kids say. And Eleanora will keep a bit of an eye out for them, but she's fully aware of how head over heels Jonathan is for her, so she won't be too worried about him, nor too threatened by Violet.
Okay but they really don't. They sometimes do, but, well, one is kinda skittish and is unpredictable about when he wants to be pet and when he's gonna scratch you, and the other is just a bitch, so when they get so much company and toddlers wanting to touch them who don't know how to tell when they've had enough - they scratch.
Okay but they really don't. They sometimes do, but, well, one is kinda skittish and is unpredictable about when he wants to be pet and when he's gonna scratch you, and the other is just a bitch, so when they get so much company and toddlers wanting to touch them who don't know how to tell when they've had enough - they scratch.
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