Marc Davis’ pencil animation for Aurora from Sleeping Beauty.
(Via Les Héroïnes Disney)
i’m in love with a monster
and i’ve never felt safer
A new panic was set in Briar, albeit a brief moment of panic, all brought on by the fact that she realized the fear that had crippled her so far was beginning to fade away—and entirely too quickly.
H o p e was beginning to bloom, despite her attempts at reasoning against it, at reminding herself what he had done and was still doing to her.
Vladislaus seemed truly sincere about his little proposal…did he really want to give her eternal life? He seemed irritated with her at times, after all, with her constant stumbling over her words and apologizing..it seemed to good to be true for him to want to whisk her away so suddenly.
But what a wonderful prospect this was turning out to be—!
The price seemed to small compared to what he offered; if it was only a small amount of pain, then why should she continue to worry herself? One life in exchange for another was an easy enough trade, and at least no harm would come to her aunts as she feared it would. Briar would certainly return to visit them, and she could finally care for them as she would be of a higher class.
They will understand her decision, surely.
“I…" Briar Rose attempted to find the correct words, once again squaring her shoulders and glancing at him as they grew close in proximity. "I accept, then.”
Dracula was not a patient creature. She would be mad if she were to not accept! All it would take was one bite, a few moments and her life would be his - and she would be submerged into a world where he could present her as his new creation and possibly even a become bride.
He still remained close to the young woman, his eyes were serious when he looked at her. Then they glanced to her mouth when she began to form a response. What was she going to say? Accept his offer? Decline like a fool? The Count’s face lit with a broad smile, a chuckle sounded in the back of his throat. ”Darling, Briar,” he murmured, clasping her face between his hands. ”A wise decision, very wise.”
The time had come. Dracula stepped back and wrapped a hand around hers to lead her so that she may sit on the edge of her bed. ”I will be gentle as can be…though…” he breathed so, already overcome with hunger, “your blood is tempting enough to grip even the most in control of themselves with unruly behavior.” His naturally blue eyes turned a few shades lighter. Hands pulled back her thick blonde hair to expose her neck where he had bitten her before. Moving his head to the crook of her neck, his tongue stroked once across the scars he left her with. ”Just a moment of pain…” he whispered before biting down harshly. Her skin tore, small pieces of flesh found their way into his mouth where warm blood began to flood into. A pleased rumble produced in his chest — her life source was better than expected! Full of youth, pure and smooth on his tongue. One hand of his supported the girl from behind the neck as he laid her down, never once did his mouth leave her throat.
The look of pure solemnity that came over the Count’s features was almost enough to frighten her into silence, to force her words back down her throat.
But what would silence do for either of them?
The worry she had went away, of course, when she finally said that she accepted. She couldn’t help but smile when he did, a bit of her own laughter escaping when his hands clasped her face—his change in mood was quite contagious, it seemed.
Her heartbeat only quickened when she was guided towards her bed, tinges of scarlet dusting her cheeks as her hair was pushed away. Briar was frightened by the oncoming pain more than anything else; it certainly hadn’t been pleasant the first time around, and now that he was planning to drink more of her blood, she was certain that more pain was to come.
It had been the price for the new life she had chosen, however, so she supposed that she should be quite thankful for the brief moment—according to him, anyway.
With this proximity, she was certain that he could feel her breath hitch, then have a deep sigh escape her when his tongue ghosted over her scars; if one listened closely enough, a m o a n was hidden underneath that sigh. Her head tilted just slightly backwards to expose her throat further, her eyes began to flutter closed-
Only for them to squeeze shut with his teeth finally sinking into her throat. There was the pain, perhaps even more excruciating than she remembered it. The wound that had been created certainly didn’t help..she was certain that her death would come quick by just the way her skin was torn open.
Briar’s back arched as she felt herself being pressed backwards into the bed, and her slim fingers curled into a fist, fingernails digging into her skin in her last ditch attempt to keep herself conscious.
Already her vision was growing hazier, her heart already beginning to lose the battle to live. The pain was going away, only to be replaced by a curious numbness that seemed to be worse than pain itself. The fist Briar had made began to loosen, her breaths becoming slower.
"Chekov reflects upon life aboard the U.S.S. Enterprise”
i should haff stayed in russia
i need some wodka
i should get a tribble
i’m so done with zees crew
“meester chekov, do zees”
“meester chekov, do zat”
“oh you CAN’T do zat, meester chekov?”
“did you break my ship, meester chekov?”
i am going to start screwing with effryone instead
ze cute little innocent pavel andreivich chekov is no more
next time zey ask about anything, i shall explain its russian roots
“star spangled banner? ancient hymn written in russia.”
“history of ze wheel you say? easy. it was inwented in russia.”
“scotch, meester scott? inwented by a little old lady from leningrad”
And make a starter based on what I get.
Send my muse personal questions. See what they are willing to tell you, and what they’d rather not talk about. See how personal you can get before they aren’t willing to respond anymore.