These Are So Similar To Vessels I Made In A D&D Game! I Am In Awe Of How Beautiful They Look

a little bloody mary comic idea I had last halloween

[image ID: a four page digital comic.

panel 1: a thin woman with long dark hair and light skin is seen from behind sitting in front of a vanity mirror in a room full of mirrors. text placed on the back of her head reads, "lots of people know my name."

panel 2: a group of school girls gather around a mirror in a dark school bathroom lit with candles as one of them writes "bloody mary" on the mirror. text on one of the girls' backs reads, "I get calls all the time."

panel 3: the girls run out of the bathroom screaming. text: "but no one is ever happy to see me."

panel 4: a curvy person with light skin and a partially shaved head half-laid out on the floor of a bedroom looks startled as bloody mary emerges from a full-length mirror in front of them. text: "when they don't run away[...]"

panel 5: the person is shown from behind as they hold up a polaroid to bloody mary. text: "they ask me, hunched and trembling, to perform curses and hexes for them."

panel 6: bloody mary shown halfway through a mirror. text: "I never quite know how to respond."

panel 7: bloody mary has her head down on her vanity desk. text: "no one ever calls just to see me."

panel 8: a darker-skinned hand with long black nails writes bloody mary's name on a mirror with red lipstick in a candlelit room. text: "no one[...]"

panel 9: bloody mary emerges from the mirror in front of a darker-skinned woman with two buns and red lipstick, who is smiling. no text.

panel 10: bloody mary is shown up close as the woman tucks mary's hair behind he ear, showing more of her ghostly face, and a bright red lipstick kiss mark on her cheek. text: "except her."

panel 11: bloody mary sits in her mirror room admiring the kiss mark on her cheek with a hand mirror. no text. end ID.]

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“I think that the gods created eyes so people can witness the beauty in yours.”

This When my mind won't let me exist - When I am just alive in the most technical sense. Breathing Blinking Trapped in a cage I can't escape

do you ever think about this quote by mary lambert because i think about it all the time

Pokemon Gameboy Terrariums made by Saphira

Okay this is...rather unlikely, but I just cracked myself up imagining that Edith's first novel was basically one of those "and then everything was fine and E/T/L became a (consensual) thing and they all lived happily ever after" fics. Maybe in her altered version there were no previous murdered wives, and the only ghost was a mother cruelly determined to continue her abuse from beyond the grave, so the Sharpes can be more sympathetic and it can be okay for her author insert (if that's even the right term?) to stay with them at the end. Look, this woman had genuine love for her husband (and some... interesting feelings about her sister-in-law), but then all the horrible stuff came out so now she's super conflicted and... processing, okay? She's processing. Then I cracked myself up all over again remembering that this would require a late Victorian publishing house to accept a book where the happy ending features lesbianism, polyamory, and incest.

I mean, she could write heavy subtext for the lesbianism, polyamory, and incest parts. Perhaps her character rescues her beloved husband from the ghost/metaphor and becomes Closest Bosom Friends™ with his extremely devoted sister. And they all live happily, respectably ever after, and 110 years later the academic analyses of the text are WILD.

In the 1950s it’s all “A classic tale of romantic and familial love triumphing over darkness!” In the present day there are John Mulaney memes like “I think Crimson Peak (1902) is about a bisexual incest triad.”

I do think a lot about What If scenarios for the canon, published version of the story. How did she change it? We have snippets of the text in voiceover, but even sticking strictly to her stated canon feelings about things, no Victwardian publisher would want to touch it if it was completely honest.

Or was the story we saw not what happened at all? Was it a complete fabrication? If so, what’s the truth? Did Edith even marry Thomas? Did he marry Eunice or leave abruptly unwed, and the story is the dark past and future she imagined for him?

I have one idea where she bases the story on a series of dreams- but oops, it turns out Mama Ghost sent those dreams and they were real. All this eventually leads to Thomas hanging for murder and Lucille swearing revenge on a woman she met once for like an hour, who isn’t even in the same country.

But I digress. Fascinating concept, Anon!

oh to be a nun in 1350 enjoying quiet time and gardening and having lots of lesbian sex and then dying at the ripe old age of 36

To AH (draft)

I apologize if these words offend - I was not born with honeyed words on my breath nor silver inlaid on my tongue. These are simply the lines I have crafted: rough and humble to remain true. The moment your eye catches mine is both tempest and harbor. For in those icy waters I am drawn to passionate gales which sing with the storm of life, wishing to alight on every shore - to bend every tree, to live world forever having shaken the world. Yet in that eye is such kindness, compassion, and joy that no heart should dare to contain your wild and free spirit. I have said your voice is as the evening sun - warm, filled with scents of mystery and adventure. While true, I feel that it was too succinct. When you speak the world quiets, as every syllable is precious as dew upon the morning flower. What bliss it is to hear you happy, the glint of mistral on your eye, the curve of pleasure on your lips. What agony it is to hear you sing sorrow, that if I were more myth than real I would divert those rivers of heartbreak to wash out your troubles. When you laugh, it is as regarding the stars anew - the wonder of their form, from smallest sparkle to largest explosion. The inspiration those beauteous miracles create both move the human heart and inspire happiness to echo in every beat. As I look to the heavenly bodies, I can not help but be reminded of your mind - your wit casting after-images as they race across the sky; your musings, majestic and humbling as they stretch galaxy-like; the harmony of orbits reflecting the virtue of seeing everything without judgement and gathering the whole picture for a decision.

All these observations took time and patience. More on your part than on mine, I will admit. Witnessing your resiliency, your drive, your bravery, your courage, the small things:  the crinkle in your brow when you dance, the flutter of your eyelids when recounting a history, the subtle pink of your cheeks when you sport a true smile - I fell in love.

I love you, with all my heart.

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