Bronte

Austen

Snakes:

Corn- 10 years, 3-5 feet long

Milk

Pros:

-very little care

-fed once a week/month

-tank doesn't need cleaning much

-small tank needed, even when they get older!

-no teeth in many breeds

Cons:

-can grow quite big

-live up to 20 years

-gross food needed

-do sometimes bite

-escape artists

-can't just let run wild

-might need new tank

Terrapins:

...many types.

Pros:

-quite small

-live to 30...? Oldest?

-good emotional feedback

Cons:

-water in tank

-setup can be complex

-clean more often

-environment must be exact

-...can they wander round the house...?

-hibernation

In actual fact, there are no species of turtles or tortoises really suitable for beginners or the casual reptile owner. In the past, there has been a trend of marketing these animals, particularly red-eared sliders as ideal pets for children but these are really animals for the keen hobbyist. They have very specific housing and environmental needs, which can be very challenging to meet and are certainly not low maintenance. Basically, most turtles and tortoises are messy, long-lived, can grow to impractical sizes and require controlled exposure to UV light. In addition, their tendency to harbour Salmonella makes them a particularly bad pet for children.

Dante&Vergil

Getting the lil guys visualised for my new fic :) I figured Dante would be chubbier- he probably eats more :D their voices in the flashback in the first game were pretty different...Vergil's was deeper, so I assume he's a little more developed. Their noses were TOUGH.

H.H Holmes

Spanish fly, a poison/aphrodisiac made from the blister beetle. Chemical form, cantharidin form the ancient Greek kantharis, or bettle. Powerful irritant vesicant (blister-inducing). Body of one beetle contains 5% cantharidin (mmm!) crushed powder is yellow/brown/olive. Hippocrates used the wings of the beetles to make plasters. In China, they were mixed with faeces, arsenic and wolfsbane to make a...stink bomb. 1670, mixed with dried moles and bat's blood to make a love charm by the magician, La Voisin. Known as pastilles Richelieu in France. The Maquis de Sade gave aniseed pastilles to prostitutes, in an orgy, 1772, then proceeded to fuck his manservant up the arse instead. Classy. Associated with the Medici's favourite poisons, aqua toffana or aquetta di Napoli. Mixed with arsenic, created by the Italian countess Toffana. She used four to six drops to administer a lethal dose. Test fir death induced by Spanish fly: the vesicación test. Internal organs of the dead were dissolved in oil and rubbed on the shaved skin of a rabbit, revealing a blistered effect.

Fuck, this shit is interesting.

I am the fluctuating teeth in the frilly pockets of your dreams. The ribbon of piano keys (no blacks in here, pardon the unintended implication of racism) prejudiced white tusks in a contorted row. Eat me, drink me, one will make you grow and one will make you shrink, if you know what I mean. I am the Tweedle Dee to your Tweedle Dum(b). Because you are the dumb one, the dumb fleshy one, the Scarecrow dropping straw and bird shit all over my pristine yellow brick road. No brains, no brawn, no heart, no glistening ruby-red shoes, click click. I slit Toto’s throat and I ate him in a pie, and you cried. Or I would’ve eaten him if I had a stomach, well, I put him in there, but his guts started to smell rank and Gipetto had to scoop him out. Have you ever seen the sea, my pretty? I haven’t. I’ve never been swallowed by a gigantic whale, although I did once conquer a Dick called Moby, if castration counts. Or was his name Ricky?

You are the court Jester, but I am the whole fucking court, sweetie, the Full House, The Royal Flush, the shuffling deck. The real...deal...BADUM-TISH the high roller, the little blind (you know who the big blind is- he locked you up in your tallest tower). I’m the Queen of his Hearts (if he had any). The Jack of his Spades, for digging (all of those bodies have to go SOMEWHERE, after all, and into the ground where the worms squirm fatly is traditional- who are we to offend tradition?). The King of his Diamonds kept all snugly and tight. The Ace of his Clubs, naturally (I’m ace at clubbing anyone and anything, not that there’s much difference between a one and a thing, mind you). I am your looking glass. Your mirror mirror on the wall, your bastard fairest of them all. I am Cheshire, but have no fear.

You see, we’re all quite mad down here.

Origins

"Wait...so teddy wants to kill me?!" *wibble*

"..."

...I'm actually really proud of this one :)

Boots!

Too much drawing...

...not enough writing! Oh well. Here's Pin as she is when Will first meets her. Younger! 19 years old. She had to dress up a bit to sneak into the Playhouse. Dollshouse? It's a little like Disneyland, set in an abandoned theme park...enter by riding the ghost train, toot tooooot.

Posers

Probably my best linework so far! :'D

Sweet child of mine

“I want more.” “I want all of him. I want to push him back inside me so he can be mine forever and ever and ever...” “I just didn’t...” “I didn’t really expect him to walk and talk and think, and kick and...” “He’s different from my idea. From the squirming pink doll who's lived in my head so long.”

“He was always going to be, Will.” “Why are you letting him go?”

“I’m NOT!” “I, m’not, I’m letting him go AWAY from me. See?” “Because now, in the itty bitty of it all, he wants that.”

Because that is what he wants.

“But...” “You will be sad.”

“I’ll hurt all the time!” “But look, he’s happy. And if he’s happy, I think I can be a lot happy, and a little sad, and that’s okay.”

“I do not understand.”

“I know, bunny.” “I know you don’t.”