Beatrice's arts blog

Mostly my writing. Sometimes I'll post other things like costumes I did or things I'm a Voice Actor in or photos from a production I'm on or other art stuff.

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Standing right in front of you

This is an apology/continuation? for/of “The blood on your hands” so I’m tagging @murder-schmurder @pistachiolan

Summary: Henrik is dead and now Chase is alone, or is he? 

Based off a ghost au nobody wanted, I made awhile ago. i got lazy toward the end and just copied the ending of that thing.

Waning: Death, Drinking 

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When I awoke

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In my arms

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The Ihplyer Cabin

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I trust him

Based on Sacrifice part 3 by @theloudmute I really recommend you read her Anti/Dark stories. Here is the masterpost

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I tried. It’s supposed to be my character, Rachelle. Idk.

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New year

Ten. Nine. It is New Year eve 1970/71. Neatly midnight. The crowds are counting down. Eight. Seven. A girl sits on the railing of her balcony on the 50th floor. Her back to the world. Six. Five. Her pale hair blows meekly in the wind. Her white gown is pristine. Four. Three. She’s not scared. Her ruby eyes are already lifeless. Two. One. No one sees her fall. No one sees her hit the ground. Zero.

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So, I was working on SFX today.

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beatricececily →beatriceir

I have changed my URL from beatricececily to beatriceir. I did this for two reasons. 1) It's shorter. 2) Cecily is my middle name. IR are the initials of my last name. (Iseman Rosenblum)

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[APH] Project Canada: The Canadian Flag

It’s finally done! I’m sorry for the delays (moving to BC, sick cast, editing problems, subtitles, grad school, etc) BUT IT’S FINALLY HERE!

Enjoy! A big round of applause for everyone who helped me bring it to completion!!

- Admin Hapo

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I'm playing the polar bear

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Why don't you call grandma?

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I got a wig for Québec. My shirt says Rebel.

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Am I edgy yet?

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Today I made a flower crown and I finished my scarf

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I'm writing a new story

It’s another hetalia PruCan fanfic, this time about high school aged Gilbert and Matthieu. and Matthieu can see ghost

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The girl on the bus

The first time I saw her, I was on my way to college, a few weeks into my first year. I looked around the interior of the semi-crowded bus, and that’s when I saw her. Tall, with luminescent hair, and eyes like diamonds. She looked like a spirit or a dream. She looked unreal. I saw her often on the bus after that. Sometimes she had thick, dark eyeliner, smokey shadow, intense red lips and wore black leather. Somedays she has rosey blush and pink lips, wearing cute pastels. Some days she didn’t even wear any makeup that I could tell and wore sweats. She never spoke to anyone. She sat quietly, with headphones in. Often her eyes were closed like she was asleep, but sometimes she opened and stared out the window. That girl was an enigma. And she fascinated me. I was drawn to her by some unseen or forgotten force. I never had the courage to talk to her. She never talked to me. I feared we wouldn’t ever speak. One day, after class, I ran for the bus. When I got on, I simply sat in a seat. When I looked up, there she was, sitting across from me. She was wearing the dark clothes and make-up today. As usual, her headphones were in and her eyes were closed. I started at her a bit. It’s sad to say, this was actually the closest I’ve ever been to her. This close, I could see every freckle. Suddenly, her eyes opened. She looked directly at me. No expression. I wasn’t sure if she was judging me, or staring right through my soul. She just looked directly at me. I’m not exactly sure what happened next. Suddenly the I could hear the music from her headphones as clearly as if I had the phones in. The song was Drown by Bring me the horizon. The words sang in my ears. What doesn’t kill you makes you wish you were dead. Got a hole in my soul, growing deeper and deeper. And I can’t take one more moment of this silence. The loneliness is haunting me. And the weight of the world’s getting harder to hold up. When it came to the chorus, I know why I was attracted to the girl. It comes in waves, I close my eyes. Hold my breath and let it bury me. I’m not okay, and it’s not alright. Won’t you drag the lake and bring me home again? In a past life, this girl had been my lover. I had saved me from drowning myself. Who will fix me now? Dive in when I’m down? Save me from myself, don’t let me drown. Who will make me fight? Drag me out alive? Save me from myself, don’t let me drown. This enigma of a girl had saved me.

Suddenly, the music stopped and she broke her gaze from mine. I looked up to realised we were at the college. She stood up and got off the bus. Right before she got off, she smiled at me abd whispered one word. “Hello”

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Secrets. Prologue

Got a secret Can you keep it? Swear this one you’ll save Better lock it in your pocket Taking this one to the grave If I show you then I know you won’t tell what I said ‘Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead

March 23, 1979

Rae stood next to the fire, trying to warm her hands. “Je déteste l’hiver.” She hissed. Her fathers sitting next to the fire didn’t try to argue. Though it was uncharacteristic for a Canadian to hate winter, it wasn’t uncharacteristic of the Québécoise. Nicknamed Rae Summers or Rae of Sun for her deep hatred of Winter. And she had a good reason.

About 250 years before, Rae and her twin brother had loved winter. One day, they went skating. Rae returned home alone that day.

Her brother drowned.

Ever since then, the female has despised winter.

“Rachelle, be careful. The ground is icy.” Warned Rae’s father, Matthieu while he tried to warm his husband, Gilbert. The girl snorted.

“Be careful, you said.” She sighed.

Unbeknownst to the family, a young winter spirit called Jack Frost was flying by, when he saw the fire. Despite being a spirit of winter for almost 250 years, the boy was almost always cold. Upon seeing the fire, he decided to descend and try to warm himself for a few minutes.

That decision would cost Rae her life.

Jack descended next to the fire and looked at the young girl. She seemed unhappy. Jack and Rae each failed to notice, his powers were causing the ground beneath him and the girl to become covered in ice. When Rae turned around to talk to her fathers, her her foot slipped, and she fell backwards.

As she fell, she saw Jack and reached for his hand. Jack reached for hers once he realised what was happening. But they missed. And so she fell. Into the fire.

And if that wasn’t enough, the force of her falling on the burning logs caused one to break, and pierce through her body.

In her last moments, she couldn’t hear her fathers screaming. All she could hear was her her flesh burning. And all she could see was her dead twin brother.

“Je serai avec toi bientôt, Jacques”

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To read the rest of what have so far of this story, take a look on my other blog, under the tag “secrets”