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The year is 1883, and in New York City, it’s a time of dizzying splendor, crushing poverty, and tremendous change. With the gravity-defyi...
I’m in the middle of this book and really enjoying it. Really really enjoying it.
If you want to fight Anthony Comstock, this might appeal to you too.
“𝐷𝑜 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑦? 𝐷𝑜 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑑?”
Beautiful Creatures: Bonus Material
Read “Beautitul Creatures” by Jamz24 (Ao3) / everyoung2017 (twitter) for @skambigbang
Dr.Jekyll and Hyde Pt. 1 Prometheus
Louise laid atop her lover in utter contentment. Her body so relaxed, she did think she could move. And, at the moment she couldn’t care to move. She didn’t know a man could do such things with his tongue or his fingers. She ached at the thought of those long thick fingers. She raised her head to look at him. His were closed but even without the gold, he was beautiful. Perfection in her eyes. And, Now with his hair rumpled and love bites along across his neck and chest. He was exquisite. She laid her head back down against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. It was unique to her as though he had two different heartbeats. She laid her palm against it feeling the beat of each pump underneath her palm. “As much as I love you petting me, love.” She jumped at the sound of his voice and looked up catching sight of those golden color eyes. “I suspect you to be to sore.” He explained reaching up to brush a piece of hair from her face. “ Did you enjoy it?” He asked worried if he had hurt her.
She gave a smile as she reached up to cup his face. He had whiskers and they felt rough against her smooth palm. “ Very Much so.” She whispered leaning in to kiss him then before sitting up. Jykell and Hyde growled at the sight of her. She was an erotic sight. Her pale skin was flushed and covered in his bites. He had paid special attention to her breast and neck the areas. It was something about seeing those red marks on her skin that caused him to get.
Excited.
“Not in any pain.” He asked trying to distract himself from taking her again. They had done it nearly everywhere. On the floor, against the wall, on top of his desk, Siting up, side to side before finally collapsing onto the carpet in a pleasure induce sleep.
“Not painful. Justs sore.” She blushed running a hand over his chest once more. He had a bare chest, not like any of the men back home. She could see just along the top were his scars lay. The way they were positioned and had deep they had to be caused her curiosity to rise. “Where did you get these?” She asked touching one. He tensed for a moment before relaxing as she moved it down.
“ My step-mother. A vicious woman, Enjoyed torturing her staff and her children. Every time I would disobey her she should cut me with one of her letter openers. I’m amazed Jekyll didn’t tell you about that considering he talked about father’s lessons.”
Lord Jykell. A man that she was happy to hear dead. Jykell told her of the torture he uses to inflicted on his son for the sheer pleasure. When every Jykell made a mistake on a lesson, He was beaten with a ruler. If he didn’t finish his food fast enough, his father would starve him so that he would learn to appreciate food. She had countless about his father but never about his step-mother.
“What was she like?”
“A crazy vile bitch. She belonged to a rich family who sold her off to my father. She often uses to beat me too. Every time I would look at her it would object a beating. And, To say She was much crueler than my father.” He explained running his hand through her thick locks. There was a silence between them for a second before Louise finally spoke.
“Mother used to do something like that. She just didn’t leave scars.” Hyde raised his head pushing himself up. The muscles in his arms strained in anger and his eyes glowed. The sight excited her for a moment because it reminded her of when they had made loved sitting up just like this.
“ Used too.”
“Since I was two she would bring a branch to the back of my ankles every night. She would whip them till the skin was red and then she would leave me in the barn for the night with nothing but the clothes on my back.
No supper. No warm fire. Just the barn and the animals inside it.
Then, One day it was raining and I had been late on my chores because of it that she gave me an extra lashing and left me in the barn. I was soaking wet and It got really cold that night. She came and found me unconscious with a raging fever. I was sick for days. It turned out that she had wiped me so hard that the skin broke and the dirtiness of the barn mixed with my weak state caused me to collapse. They thought for a moment that I wouldn’t make it.” She paused remembering those weeks. She remembered being so hot and sick. The smell of a simple broth brought sickness out of her. She was so weak the simple act of moving her head was a painful effort.
“What saved you?” They asked whispering into her hair. She smelled of him and that somehow calmed his growing anger over the neglect of her parents.
“I think at that moment that my mother understood something then. Her cruelty was causing an innocent life to die and as much as she hated my existence I didn’t ask to be born nor did I ask to come into this world resemble something so wrong to her.
When I awoke, She was less cold to me. She let me sleep in the house even though it was the attic-, She stopped beating me, and I even got better food. “
Hyde and Jeykll listened rubbing the small of her back. They knew of her mother and father. How her father had slept with a woman and in that union, a child was born. The woman had abandoned Louise to her mother and father. The two had not been good to her and they often wondered how a woman like her could be born from such a coalition. She wasn’t bitter and angry at the world instead she was kind and happy.
Their privacy was interrupted at the sound of some knocking at the door.
“Master Jekyll. It’s Sergent Wood is asking for you...It’s Jane. Sir”
Jane laid on the hospital cot feeling destroyed. Her body was broken and she could chase away the fear no matter how much she reminded her self that the man who did this to her was gone, chased off by police. They had saved her brought her here to the hospital and called Mr. Jykell. She was going to be alright. But, Even with all those things for her. She couldn’t help but feel the sense of impending doom as though these next seconds were her last.
A knock at the door drew her attention causing her to look up. A nurse entered a beautiful thing. She was tall with thick reddish-brown hair that laid atop her head in a neat knot. She raised her head and smiled showing Jane perfect white teeth.
“Mrs. Alaster, I’m here to clean your wounds and make you comfortable.” She explained moving a cupboard to gather the necessary items to treat her wounds. They hurt terrible and after the attack the photos that they made her take made the pain seem to intensify.
“Thank you...Ms...” She whispered carefully the effort to speak more painful thanks to the 4-inch cut running over her lips.
“Frankenstein.”
“Victoria Frankenstein”
WEEK 5: Victorian Typograghy
After reviewing chapter 9, I found myself drawn to the section about Victorian typography. As mentioned in a previous post, the late nineteenth century saw an increase in ornamentation and embellishment as a way of opposing the Industrial Revolution. Typography of this era was also approached in the same way.
According to Meggs’ “advances in industrial technology permitted metal-type foundries to push elaboration, including the fanciful distortion of basic letterforms, to an extreme degree.” While the typefaces were created with shadows, outlines, and embellishments, they were still based on the traditional structure of type.
Above is a logo I created for a logo challenge this past summer. The prompt was to create a barbershop logo for Bob the Barber. I had a lot of fun researching the dark and fascinating history of barbers, and I choose a Victorian theme for the logo in order to focus on the heyday of barbershops. The typeface I choose includes the basic structure of characters with minimal flourishes. Looking back at the the Victorian typefaces provided in Meggs’, it’s fascinating how much detail was incorporated into the typography. Compared to today, designers would think twice if such embellished letterforms were the correct choice for design projects.
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