Character : Oktavia von Seckendorff
Convention : Dokomi 2013 & Dokomi Cosplayball 2013
Status : unfinished
Photos taken by : Sae-pyon
but what if a vampire drank the blood of someone who was anemic like would they be seriously grossed out
“what the fuck is this”
“i have anemia”
“can you take something for that you should probably take something for that this shit is nasty to drink let alone have running through your body i’m setting up a doctor’s appointment for you”
“dude really you don’t have to just leave what the fu—”
“you disgust me here take these iron supplements”
“where did you even get th—”
“shut up and take your pills and dont forget your vitamin D”
“i’m going to check up on you weekly to make sure you’re taking them”
“that’s not necessary”
“maybe we should work on a dietary plan with foods rich in iron and other things for you”
“do you get this involved with all of your meals”
did u get the cookbook i orderd 4 u
Oh my god, first of all stop using text speak, you told me you were 278, second how did you know where I LIVED, third yes I got it.
heard onions were good 4 blood, eat lots
So you can have a tasty meal? I guess you’d rather I stay away from garlic, huh.
UR being v rude I just got u a present!!!
THE COOKBOOK IS CALLED “HOW TO TASTE DELICIOUS,” I AM CALLING THE COPS
some photo’s i took in leipzig i apologise for the hipsterish look a school assignment made me turn them b&w
“Heaven has no Taste”
“My dear boy-“
“You won’t have a choice.”
“Heaven has no taste.”
“And not one single sushi restaurant.”
That was the final straw for Aziraphale and Crowley, who at that point, combined their efforts to save the world. Good Omens is one of my favorite books for many reasons, but most likely for these incredibly contrasting and fabulous characters. If you haven’t read it, you should pick up a copy!
This print will be available at Fanime! I’ll be at Table 38.
Paris Burning Fancast: Rufus Beck as Trier
He was the one they all left. The one that didn’t even see them die, because they had left him already. Whether it was the Roman emperor who had made him a capital or the philosopher who created a new ideology that should mark world politics for almost a whole century, they all left before they could die. He had gotten used to it, and when Berlin and Frankfurt bragged, because they had become so important he thought back to when he had cradled Luxembourg in his arms and how she hadn’t forgotten his kindness, and he hides a sad smile behind his bottle of wine, because all these young Cities might still get to know how it feels when they strip you of everything.