nobody's taken it as hard as she has.

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A normal day in town. Make the squires train militia, stop for lunch, check on the First Knight of Kings Hallow, aka my own husband. Should be easy, right? I do it every day.

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He called me to Evergreen's forest. Everyone's been off all day. This isn't normal. Why is everything shaky? I can't keep focus. Something's wrong. Rush.

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"Frisk, you trust me, right?"
"Always, Zyphur. I wouldn't have married you if I didn't."
"Then I hope we see eachother when we wake up."

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"WAIT! I-- I wasn't done here..."
My vision fades to black.

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I can feel her conscious... Mom.. what's going on? You made me.. why are you here and I'm not at home?
"It's gone."
It can't be..
"He's here. I promise. You two will meet again soon."

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nobody's taken it as hard as she has.

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Some vent art. Our larp died due to some.. incredibly toxic and unsavory people. While I am taking it alright, as is my husband, our characters are.. having a lot more issues.
For me, when I larp as a character, that character takes a place in my mind. A small subconscious that I can call upon at any time. While she's another version of me that I see when I get all dressed up, I still feel her pain.

I'm working, slowly but surely putting stuff out. I apologize for the small, unwarranted break I took -- I couldn't articulate my needs with it, but I will be trying to work my ass off these next few weeks and hopefully knock out most of my queue before the end of the year.


Art and character are mine.