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Legion of the Black-An Artist's Analysis***Beware, here be spoilers!***
So, most of you who know of me in relation to Black Veil Brides probably know me as that one artist chick who won the Church of the Wild Ones Tour Poster contest, if you know me at all. (If not, feel free to come stalk my tumblr and Twitter. You’ve obviously already found my deviantART.) It’s pretty safe to say that I love drawing and painting BVB. I just can’t resist drawing that much sex appeal over and over again.
I’m also a sucker for symbolism. I am one of those people who spends 99% of their life doing shit for a very specific reason. (You know that whole bit about the author making the curtains blue to symbolize depression, but the author says “fuck no, they’re blue because they’re blue!”? Yeah. I’d be the one author that actually made them blue to symbolize depression.) Every painting I do has hidden meaning and symbols, some as simple as hiding Batman and The Joker in my first ever painting o
Across the Realms-Chapter 1: Date Night"I've missed date night." I grinned, reaching out and snagging Alec with my arm to pull him closer.
He smiled a little and settled into my side as we walked, "I have to. Well. I've missed it when it's successful." I felt his elbow jab playfully into my side.
"Hey, I didn't know you'd be allergic to those flowers! Are you going to hold that date against me forever?"
"Potentially. I mean, it was our first date."
"Personally, I don't count that as our first date. I count that little Italian Restaurant downtown as our first date because that was the first time we went out after you came out to your parents."
"And because you didn't nearly kill me with plant life that time."
"I just can't win, can I?" I threw my arms up dramatically, scattering a group of pigeons from a near by ledge.
"Not on this."
"So stubborn." I poked him in the side and laughed as he jumped nearly off of the sidewalk and into the street. "You're so sensitive."
"I'm a demon hu
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All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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