Isaac being his terrible self 🥰

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Isaac being his terrible self 🥰
my girls Ash and Scout! I finally fixed my waterlogged art tablet
poem 90 in raptured set: the terminal
12/15/21
tree bit her. thats what happens when you live in a horror novel, idiot.
nanowrimo means procrastinating on good writing with okay art, right? ....right. anyway, it's Ash, Isaac, and Scout from ch. 11 of Cardinal Sins.
another nanowrimo meme break ft. isaac
sketch of my boys as a nanowrimo marathon writing intermission 🤍🧡
tweaks, updates, and redraws 💚
#62
ANGELS IN HER ATTIC
Ash based on that one NGE manga panel bc it's so her
Goretober 1: beaten/bruised
planning on doing a few days of Goretober this year as a break from Nanowrimo’s Preptober, featuring characters from the novel in prep. today: Scout
(7.1.21)
Cordelia and Albee from my fave podcast Rude Tales of Magic, by @bransonreese! I haven’t been making much art because, y’know, novel writing, but I love these girls so dang much!
I was a thing of Eden
I was fruit and flower and lamb
I was wed to Adam and Eve (it was Adam, Eve, and I)
and of course, eternity never lasts
edicts come from above like rain,
the first godly demands on our fresh-formed hearts
love is well and good, but think of the humans
think of the projects yet to come
think of the fact that in heaven's back garden, there's only room for two
well, easy come and easy go
but easy isn't always painless
easy isn't always right
easy isn't always holy
and if the gods who fucked us into existence
saw us on our altar and were mortified,
more fool them.
so, foolish All-knowing
damn me further
cast me down once more- if you can be bothered
yes, my blasphemy doesn't mean much,
but it's some bitter comfort
reminding me of the first red wines of Eden
back in the beginning
(these days I only drink cider)
(4.2.21)
How bizarre and unlike myself you make me
In a great big world I used to believe unlovable,
You soften me, gentled like a wild horse under clever hands
Maybe it was better when I was wild,
But this is happiness post-sacrifice
Tamed creatures can stop. breathe easy. look up to the sky.
And I cherish it
I don't miss the fear that comes with running across the tallgrass plains
When you run for your life, you may be free
But your heart beats like something close to exploding
How unlike myself I am these days
Soft and bruisable
And yet, see how smooth my skin is, even so
Isn't it funny, how slow the injuries are to come
To my hide: uncallused, unarmored, unguarded
You make me something like a stranger,
Something like my child-self always expected to be one day
I wish I could share it with you, how it feels to be held under your love
It feels something like sunrises
Something like the foreword to a book unwritten
How unlike myself I've become!
But I'll greet her with open arms all the same-
I fell in love with you, and miracle of miracles
I think I may fall in love with this new self of mine, too
(3.18.21)
my paper cutout girl
spread your eyelids apart with two fingers
you need artificial teardrops for something very real.
everyone's body is a little bit broken,
but mine, more than most. or so it seems.
we lived in a closet when we were five years old
and listened to grown-up people speaking through the vents in the floor
sing along, they echo like an old tv
but you're not sure you know the words.
we tasted the things that aren't allowed
and most of them were bitter
but some (the most poisonous) were sweet, sweet, sweet
it's been decades since our childhoods met and parted
do you still drink your medicine from bottles marked "bleach" and "oil"?
I wonder what color your insides are by now.
I've been in love with you for years
and the fact of it makes me hate you with a violence no one should have to bear
how dare you stake a claim inside my head
and poison me with memories
give me the bottle of eyedrops so I can cry for you.
I love you, love you, love you!
isn't that why I wish I had locked you in that closet and left your bones to dry?
singing songs in the veins of the vents of the house
I can see in your so-beloved eyes you wish the same of me,
aren't we a pair
my papercut girl
(3.12.21)
the only things worth dying for
are those that wouldn't ask it
the beautiful and the sublime
will see me in my casket
no god, no flag, no general
could lead me to the knife
but for poetry, for romance,
I may yet give my life
oh, let me meet you lovely
let me meet you young and whole
let me meet you with a meaning
let me play one leading role
I'll sacrifice my twilight years
for all that I believe in
or, if not belief, I'll die
for the promise of the grieving
now, send me on with endless tears
keep my portrait wreathed in lace
tell the children I was holy
so I never fall from grace
and though I've been dead for decades
and along with me, the world,
just know there will come others
following the martyred girl