I did think that perhaps I could wait
Just a few more days until the date
But it seems that I too must go
I thought I would have more time than this though…
So many things left unfinished, a romance that had only just began
And just like that, the time once again ran
Now I knew this from the beginning my darlings, I knew it from the start
My time with all of you was quite limited in part
I know it must be hard, I could only begin to understand
Now all three of us legends are gone just like fingers holding sand
I wish I could give just one more holiday, One last kiss
But alas, Hell has other reasons… It seems I have gone amiss.
This isn’t goodbye, But it is so long
How I wish that i could simply continue to go on
But you shall remember me, I do certainly trust
And when you miss me, just think of the idea of lust
And there I shall be, once again
Ready to show you what it feels like to play with a queen of sin.
((Temp you troll!! stop looking good in everything!!
Also…I dislike this new tumblr posting system..go back to normal tumblr…gooo
Never. I shall always looks fabulous. Even if I must wear clothing.
«More art that I somehow did not upload until now because…. I really have no idea why these weren’t uploaded.»
So, I admit that for all the pictures I draw from some real-world fashion icons.
Except 1980s Elle. 1980s Elle is inspired by Jem. Because I am an adult.
Also, as a point of interest, in the 80s is when you start seeing women showing their teeth when they smile. All the other decades I’ve done reconnaissance for ladies have their mouths closed in half smiles.
Sometimes when you’re drawing 1970s Punk Elle you start writing fanfiction.
Sometimes when you start writing fanfiction about the 1970s you set it in Andy Warhol’s Factory.
And then your tumblr becomes that weird part of the internet where you have art history fanfiction featuring Elle, Andy Warhol and Candy Darling.
The Factory (nsfw)
«ooc: I do think…. I do think I adore you. Oh. My. Word. <3 »
Elle in the French Court during the Rococo period makes so much sense.
She looks delicious, like candy.
Because sometimes, I too can only express my feelings in GIF form.
Some days you get things done.
Some days you realize Elle has lived for hundreds of years so it’s totally kosher to dress her up in various fashion trends.
Oh. Oh my darling this is divine. You are truly a beautiful creature. Thank you darling so terribly much I adore this~
«ooc: Seriously. This is outrageous.
How do I get this many anons overnight? How am I suppose to reply to all of these, Anon, run a thread, and you know Be my seductive self. Gosh.»
Below are replies to :
-Sandy Claws (Jack Skellington)
-The Quiet Seductress
Below is Part damn 3 of my anons. I think thats all of them now except for one. Holy christ.
Those listed here are:
-Anonymous ? Pony
-Anonymous who uses Lewd language
-Anonymous who Wishes Merry Christmas
-The Criminal With a Code
-Anonymous who writes poems about my legs
-The Mysterious Assassin
Below of course is part 2 of my answers to my anons this season
-[ Blood Painter ]
- Anonymous Who Gives a choice
-The Sketch Anon
-The Shy Artist Anon
-Arron The Lythcol Mechanic
-V a l o e
Below is Part 1 of my answers to the anons which are:
-The Horror Twins
-Fluffeh Fat Bat
-Anon Spoiler x6
-Anonymous Wine Lover
-Anonymous NSFW Cupcakes
«ooc: Concepts and doodles of some of my characters from the Nano.
Elle, Roy, Genevieve and Oliver Loche, Katherine Monroe and a Siren whom I will introduce later. Enjoy.
Tirstin, Mon Couer, Is this not what I said so long ago?
Now look at us. Just look at us.
Why…. How have I not heard of this before?
This is Simply Perfect. Oh. Oh yes. Tristin? Are you taking notes?
I hate that I am not here, darling, Oh I honestly do
Paris has just so much a girl could do.
But what I miss more is your lips and skin
And places that my own lips and tongue could trace and dip in
I miss my teeth on your flesh, and nails on my back
Spankings, and foreplay, roughness of which I seem to lack
But only for now, you all now how I can get
I promise the next event I will be another type of hit
I will be ruthless with my teasing, and flirting if you will
I would say I aim to be the best, nothing could be overkill
But alas, more waiting, as I sit at this cafe
Sipping upon coffee and eating a type of chocolate parfait
Wicked thoughts pass in these blue eyes, I am certain everyone knows
I can see the slight flush and race of your heart when the wind passes between your clothes
A little lovers touch, that is what I would say
A tease and a thought of what I could do, once I come home on Saturday.