ASKtheARTIST: Interview with ElephantWendigo<thefluffyshrimp> Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview =ElephantWendigo, an incredibly talented artist and creator of many beautiful works.ASKtheARTIST: Interview with ElephantWendigo3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
<thefluffyshrimp> Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, ElephantWendigo.
<ElephantWendigo> Hi everybody! It's a pleasure to be here!
<thefluffyshrimp> ~kkunkitty asks "Where do you get your inspiration?"
<ElephantWendigo> Oh, this is a really hard question, and it needs time to reply but I'll try to summarize. I love to be inspired by music, and from fashion photography. Also I have many favourite
PromisesMidnight. Outline illuminated by the serene glow of a swollen moon, a slim figure lie in bed, thoroughly tangled in clean, lilac sheets. His chest rose and fell gently, a sign that the bed's occupant was in a deep sleep. His face was soft and peaceful, chestnut hair lightly tousled, and his glasses rested on the wooden nightstand in front of the slender neck of a table lamp.Promises4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
The sleeping man did not wake even as the front door of his house was thrown open and closed and a shadow raced through the corridors, not bothering to muffle his heavy footsteps.
In the moonlight, as he entered the bedroom, the sharply defined features were made even more terrible. The moonlight also revealed that the intruder was dressed in loose-fitting pajamas pants, a night robe as his only cover for his upper body, showing a strong chest, turned to silver by the soft glow. He had arrived in a hurry, barely taking the time to lace up his boots, and he breathed heavily from his dash across borders.
NothingGilbert was dead.Nothing4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Ludwig couldn't get over it. It had only been a month since Prussia was dissolved and his brother had simply died, but Ludwig already knew it would never be okay.
His brother hadn't died immediately; it had taken a week for him to die. Gilbert had become horribly ill. Shivers, heat flashes, aches, fever... sometimes he coughed so hard there was blood. Ludwig felt responsible, and took care of him to the best of his abilities, but Gilbert seemed content just to have him stay with him through the night.
The whole time, they both knew he was dying, and Ludwig felt awful then, but it wasn't until he woke up lying in bed next to his brother's unmoving body that the full weight of depression finally sank in, leaving him ragged and hollow.
There was a funeral service. Not a very big one, but nearly everyone attended. Even Roderich, normally with bitter resent aimed at the former nation at the best of times, had been there, and though he looked composed, Ludwig thought he saw