Yes, so Alex is back. <3 I really love his new faceup, and now that I'm getting used to it (XD) I'm having no trouble seeing him as 'Alex'. He is not, technically speaking, the same doll in any way. He is a different head and he's on the new body (because his original did not match in colour - but this one is perfect) so basically he's a whole new doll, new face, new everything except for wig and eyes (though I also trimmed his wig so his bangs don't obscure his face so much anymore - did you notice? ;3).

He still has smoky eyes but Bella really elongated them so they look more narrow and asian rather than Alex's previous 'droopy', 'relaxed' look. He looks a little more focused with straighter eyebrows and his lips are much lighter, in fact his overall faceup is much lighter than his previous, but his eyeshadow is amazing and gives them real depth - totally my favourite part. I am having a bit of an issue with a bit of paint pooling on his lower lids (the pink) that catches the light a little weird and I may have to do something about that eventually, but for now I'm dealing and I don't want to risk the faceup. O_O It's too gorgeous...

Anyhoo... Ray's still the same Ray, though I really don't have enough pictures of this boy. XD



( Alex & Ray, Misc. (22 total for whole post) )

DikaDoll Hands

Thought I would take some better pics of the hands, too, in case anyone was interested in them. They are a bit smaller than the SD13 boy hands, though when I was taking pictures I realized... I don't notice it so much in pictures. XD But they are, especially in the palms, and the fingers are more delicate/slender. The ball-joint where it fits into the wrist is also a bit small and as a result, there is little poseability in the wrist joint. He can't really hold his wrist bent at all; pretty much it just stays straight.

But! I still like them. XD Poseable fingers yay~ Now if only Volks would come out with a pair... >> *fingers still crossed on that one* ^^;;;



( DikaDoll vs. SD13 hands comparison )

Every time I hear "Problem Girl" by Rob Thomas, it always always without fail makes me think of Ray and Alex. Now these boys were once an item. When I first got Ray, he was, in fact, Alex's boyfriend (or... as much of a 'boyfriend' as Alex had ever had in his life up 'til that point). They lived together, and had been living together for years (that is to say, when Alex was in town, he lived with Ray).

Ray has been head-over-heels for Alex since the moment he laid eyes on the boy... but Alex's feelings were always a little more complicated than that. Alex does love Ray and cares for him a lot. Ray always made him feel safe and at home and comfortable and it was a very attractive feeling for Alex in the middle of the rest of his tumultuous life; Ray... was his safe spot - but that feeling doesn't exactly lend itself to intensity, if you know what I mean, and eventually Alex met someone else who really flipped him on his butt in the love department and that... was the end of Ray and Alex.

So now that Alex is once again alone and picking himself up after a severe devestation and depression, he's finding himself drawn back to those people and places that made him feel safe. He's looking for places to hide, and people to hide with, and one of those people, when he's in town, is Ray...

This is proving complicated for Ray, who is, if anyone doesn't know, dating Mischa - a boy who genuinely loves him. Finally...

So anyway... long story short, I took a bunch of pictures yesterday and while editing them was listening to some Rob Thomas and I thought hey, wouldn't it be interesting to do a photostory medley of Rob Thomas lyrics? XD Yes. Seriously. All dialogue in the following is actually song lyrics from Rob Thomas songs. What the heck, right?

The pictures were originally just intended to be pretty pictures, so there are no fantastic sets or anything, but there are plenty of shots of Alex's Dikadoll hands and DA-DA-DA!! ALEX!!! :D 'Cuz he's back~ New face and everything. :3 Belladonna did a great job capturing his character, I think - he looks different, but still like Alex, to me. Though everyone keeps telling me he looks younger? o_O

Anyhoo. Without further ado, I give you:

"I Still Ain't Over You" - The Rob Thomas Medley

Ray: He sighs as he feels familiar fingers sliding over his shoulders, "I just can't win for losing..."

( Mostly just for fun, though it does shed a little light on my boys' psychology :3 (25 pics) )

So I did it! :D I managed to sell enough that I could make an offer for a partial trade on a body and I got it. :3 It was an insane deal, let me tell you (he had a broken finger and a few dings around his neck, but otherwise is in perfect condition - and frankly I kind of thought the broken finger was fitting considering why I need the body ^^;). Anyhoo, right place, right time, definitely. I'm happy, the other DoA-er is happy... it's so nice when everything works out. XD

I still do not have heads for these two. Alex's new head is paid for but I don't know if it's even shipped from Japan yet. :\ Y!J buying is so slow through a shopping service... I never realized just how much... But anyhoo. Yay, he's paid!! :D So awesome.

Lini, Ty, and Connor have been repainted and should also ship home soon. From the pictures, they look amazing! :O I can't wait to see them in person. I'll share later; I don't want to jinx them! ><

For now, I will share pics of the body, 'cuz it's too cool seeing the difference in Alex's old bod. I never had another Volks Beauty-White to compare him to so I really had no idea how he was aging - but the new body is almost like new. It may have aged from time, but is a perfect even colour all over and I don't think has been in the sun much if at all, so there is definitely a difference. :3

First, box-opening shots. The person I traded with told me not to freak out when I saw the box and assured me the body was well-packed, so really... I was prepared for this...

tiny box.


And yet... I was still (couldn't quite help it) a tiny bit... freaked out. Have an Alex!bod for reference:


( Do you see why I was a little worried? Cut for the rest - only 8 total )

So ya... pretty happy with this. Now, if Morbidollz can put Alex's broken head back together he will at least have a body, and if she can't... well then I will have to figure out what to do with that situation if it happens, when it happens. I'm trying to just take things as they come at this point. :)

Yes! Well... sort of a new boy. XD Sean has been around for a few months now... as a head. He is still just a head, but I was waiting on the perfect accessory to make him uniquely... well, Sean, and then pris gave it to me for my birthday. ^^; Thank you, pris!! :)

So, Sean the new boy is Alex's new roommate and friend. Technically, he made his first appearance back in February in a short bit of story I called "The Garbage-Bag Prince", but since only 2 people actually replied to the post, I really have no idea how many of you actually read it. XD So I'll do a short recap. ^^;

Sean is a five-foot-four wiry bundle of wit and charm. A graphic artist from Ohio, Sean has run away to Canada because of a bit of a crazy!stalker-ish ex-boyfriend, but he's not one to let something like that get him down. ;) He cheered up Alex when Alex was feeling really down about just being dumped (again and seemingly for the final time) by Cy, who he really wasn't doing well without. But Sean was funny and easy-going and they hit it off... Of course, Alex being insanely gorgeous, Sean did eventually try to get a little closer than friends, but that ended a little err... awkwardly. So now they're just friends. Er. Yes.

They get along well and Alex and Sean both needed a roommate (Sean because he's broke and living in a crap apartment in a new city where he doesn't know anyone, and Alex because Aidan got sick of his unreliable nature [because Alex would fail to come home a lot and this was a problem for the similarly fae boy who requires a body next to him for a good night's sleep] and left). So after a few weeks of hanging out, Alex invited Sean to move in with him as his roommate, and since Alex's place was much much nicer (and rent-controlled), Sean did.

Sean doesn't know Alex is fae. Sean thinks Alex has emotional problems and is scared to sleep alone. So far, this hasn't been much of an issue. Sean doesn't sleep around and Alex... well, if he does, then he sleeps with someone else when he does and Sean gets the bed to himself - which is nice, once in a while, for a person. But most nights yes, they sleep together. And no, they are not, nor have they ever had sex.

Was that brief enough? Basically, Sean is a total side character and I wasn't expecting him to show up in resin form but... he was too cute. Yes. That's all there really was to it. I saw this boy second-hand on DoA and I fell in love. I watched the thread for weeks wondering who would get to take him home, telling myself I was broke and couldn't afford it... but then he didn't sell. And he didn't sell. And he didn't sell. And his price dropped and dropped again and then he came with his wig, and he came with his eyes, and eventually I was a bit like 'Okay! Okay! Stop twisting my arm, Fate!! Ow! Ow!'

:)

So he came home. And he gets to share Mischa's body, same as Wynn. Em was happy about that, oh yes... (not). But at least both Sean and Em are boys, so that part of it isn't so odd. XD

Annnnnnnnnnnnd now, without any further ado, I give you all... Sean.

Credits:
Mold: Volks Mark
Faceup: nanimathews
Top: Mio
Jeans: Magic Tailor
Shoes: Dollmore
Glasses: Volks (thanks to pris!! :) these were my birthday gift yay!)



( Cut for the rest. 24 Pics. No talking. I talked too much already. #^^# )

And a few of Alex and Sean together. Buds. :3


( 'nother cut. Just a few of these. )

Okay, so it was my birthday on Wednesday, and pris asks me, 'What do I want for my birthday?', and I'm like... mushy-lovey pictures of Alex and Cy! *dork* :D

But pris is a nice person and ignores my dorkiness and says, 'Okay.' :)

So Alex got to hang out with Cy on my birthday and I got my mushy!lovey!cutie pictures and I was happy. :3

It should be noted, of course, that this did not happen. Okay? Cy and Alex are still not together. If anything, if these pictures need to fit in anywhere time-line-wise... this is like... a daydream, maybe. Or perhaps they are just pictures from a long time ago that got stuck in a drawer somewhere and found later...

They still make me happy. And they make Alex happy.

But, this did not happen last Wednesday.



( Cut for Dorkish!Cute. Lots of Dorkish!Cute. 28 seperate occurrences of Dorkish!Cuteness. )

And that was my birthday wish. :) Well, part of it. Was awesome. Good times.

Yay Mushiness! :3

Little bit less emo this time. ^^; Little bit. Lots more fun and also~ the first introduction to a new character that's been kicking around in my head for a bit, now. :)

<3's and much ADORATION for all readers - fantastic people every last one of you. :) Comments/questions welcome.

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The Garbage-Bag Prince

"Do you need a friend, tonight?"

The slick come-on makes him grin and chuckle lightly and he blows a trail of smoke out to the side, thin roll of parchment held lightly between delicate fingers, "Why? You offering?" His own voice is sweet and lyrically teasing, the complete opposite of the stranger's low voice which is practically dripping with lusty intention.

"Definitely..." brown-eyes says, and he doesn't look half-bad as he moves in closer to where Alex is sitting, perched on the counter-height ledge that runs along one whole wall of the club.

( cut for more - interested? )

IMPORTANT NOTE: Alex is mine, Pico and Cy and Toshiya (mentioned but not written in this) belong to pris84 which most of you undoubtedly know, already.

IMPORTANT NOTE #2: pris84 will no longer be RPing with me (at the very least, on a regular basis). Long-Winded Explanation follows.

Background for this story
This little bit came about because Alex has been 'living' with Cy and Pico and everyone else in the little Farmhouse in Nobody's-Business, MB for the past few months - he moved in to help protect Pico when it looked like the boy might be in a little more immediate danger for a while. Alex and Cy have not been together. Cy broke it off with Alex months and months ago, but Alex remains Pico's god-father. Living in that house has been... let's say... difficult, for Alex. Especially with the limited amount of sleeping space that for some ungodly reason has put Cy, Pico, and Alex (at least) in the same bed every night. Alex is still completely head-over-heels for Cy and wants him back. Cy has steadfastly and stubbornly refused to let anything happen, convinced it is the Right Thing. It is a deeply saddening and upsetting sort of torture for Alex. Maybe even for Cy, too. Certainly I cannot help but imagine Pico has picked up on the tension, perceptive little boy that he is... and it cannot be good for him, either.

Explanation on the Not-RPing-Any-More stuff and the future of Stories
And now... not only has it become Time for Alex to Go, it seems pris84 will also be leaving us. Busy times, a changing life, and a desire to spend time on her own story (as opposed to a shared one) has led to a decision for her to stop RPing with me. This is her choice and I am determined not to begrudge her it, it does however, leave my own story a little... ragged and unfinished, without the ability to continue on without a major hiccup and MUCH reorganization. There has been no definitive ending, there has been no discussion as to what actually might have happened after Alex decided to leave. No discussion on much of anything, unfortunately.

As far as I know, I am the only one who will be keeping the events we wrote together in our shared stories and RPs as part of my Definitive Storyline. What we have written, what Alex has experienced with Cy and Pico and everyone, will continue to be a part of his history and the makeup of his character and my Story.

As far as I know, pris84's Main Storyline will be rewritten to disinclude Alex and Ni and all of my own characters. I have not asked her to do this nor would I have ever expected her to. Shared RPs are shared property and she is as much a rightful owner of their intellectual property as I am and I have made it perfectly clear that she is welcome to them. This is simply her choice. She may or may not continue to have a seperate or side storyline or an Alternate Storyline that will continue to involve any number of my characters and she is absolutely free to if she does - in fact, I would be honoured. We may or may not RP again in the future.

As far as the future of my and Alex's and Ni's story goes, since I will no longer have Pris's input, I will no longer be writing or mentioning anything about what her characters might do or have done (that they have not already done, written by Pris, in a previous RP). Since I have no real idea how Alex's leaving might have been taken or what has actually happened (since it was never RPed and she doesn't seem to want to talk to me about it), the idea is to leave it fairly open-ended. In order to leave open the possibility of future RPs or stories, we are assuming that Cy did not simply tell Alex to Go Away and Never Come Back. So... presumably, Alex still sees Pico (his godson) at least sometimes, and probably still talks to Cy on occassion - but this side of his life will no longer be reflected in my Own Story since I will not have Pris' input. This 'ending' may or may not change, changed by pris84 or changed by myself, in the future.

It may be changed by me if I come to believe it is too confusing (having aspects of his life imagined by me that I cannot write) or if it makes his life seem like it has a sort of gaping hole in one side of it or something... but I will give it a shot. At least for a while. See how it goes and see if I can make peace with that kind of arrangement.

It might be changed by pris84 as well because if she chooses to change things and pull her characters entirely, and any hope of RPing in the future, I will accept her decision.

So now you all know what is going on. Or at least you know as much as I do. We make do with what we have. I do wish pris84 the best and hope to see her create something Epic and Grand and Tragic with her own Story in the future. I wish her only happy things.

And now to get to the brunt of it... As always, anyone who actually reads my Stories has my everlasting, undying affection and gratitude. :3

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The heady smoke fills his lungs with a slow burn, the smell of it clinging to the heavy, white cotton hoodie that clings to his sides, layered upon a long-sleeved jersey knit, bluer than the clouded sky. He's shivering slightly. It's cold, but not as cold as it's been, and the shiver is from more than just the temperature. The wind still bites at his fingers, though, making him hurry, breathe deep, suck the spicy, almost citrus tang of smoke into his lungs and breathe it out again. He can feel the drug blanketing him, getting a grip on the wild ache of his emotions, flattening the beat of his heart to a steady rhythm and evening the painful ache of his lungs, even as he feels his mind sharpen. It's a very different sort of high, this, and one he's come to depend on more and more lately. By the time he's breathed the tight roll of paper and herb down so far he can barely even hold it anymore, the tremble of his fingers has softened, and now he knows it really is only from the cold burrowing into his bones. Time to go in.

( wish and love are not the same thing - re-written for someone else's comfort )

So I realized the other morning... Hey, I've been using the new girl's name all over the place - and I was supposed to be keeping it a secret until I put these pictures up. XD

Ah well... I sucked at the suspense this time. So sue me, I'm usually better at being evil than this! XD

Heh heh heh...

Okay. Well anyhoozits! The new girl is... *drum roll for those who somehow don`t know yet~~~~* Wynnifred!! Otherwise known as just 'Wynn' to most. :3 She is Pru's Mommy - so like I said last time, really it was damn time this girl came home. XD I mean, considering the fact her daughter has been here over a year (since December 2007). ^^; Yipes!

But somehow or other, other peeps just kept jumping the line. XD Eventually, I suppose, she decided it was time to resort to cunning and weasle her way in (though I'm sure she objects to the word 'weasling') by trickery - pretending to be a new Ni, indeed. XP

So aside from her previous stand-alone pics in the last post, she had to have pics with her daughter and Alex (best friend and Pru's god-father), too. :3

So... tada! Here they are in all their adorableness. :3 Enjoy!

Pru: An' Uncie Ray an' Unclexi took me fishing, Mommy! An' an' an'... I caughta FISH! An' he was thiiiiiiiis big!! :D
Wynn: That is amazing! And what else did you do while I was gone?


( Read more... )

Now she just needs her spectacles. 8)

Hollow

It shouldn't be possible. This weight of sadness should drown a man, should smother you in tears, should choke you with the emptiness of your heart. It should leave you breathless as sobs wrack your shoulders, wrapped up like King Tut in the tomb of your sheets. Not this... Not huddled in the corner of a tiny, cold room. White painted wall freezing against a shivering shoulder, the white of it leaching out the colour of the world as your eyes blur and turn everything into one fantastic, painfully-bright mess... for a minute. Maybe two. You shouldn't have to time yourself, or force the burning cries in your throat into a strangled, wet search for air, for breathing... for quiet, listening for the sound of little footsteps outside the door. Afraid.

To be afraid to be sad... to be ashamed... it's not a new feeling, exactly... but no matter how familiar, that sense of knowing... how it goes... how it works... it doesn't make it sting any less. Not for the first time, he finds himself wanting to let go... to let himself hurt, to give in to the weight and impossibity of the situation and allow himself to mourn, truly. But he can't. Or won't. Something holds him back... like one small, frail hand in his that keeps him from stepping over the edge of his sorrow... one small hand to hold him back from the breakneck speed of the fall into that beautiful despair. One small hand... to match the sound of soft footsteps, to match the tiny, tinny, echoing knock that echoes against his ears.

And he stops.

He stops everything, for a moment. Dams the flood swirling in his head, lapping behind his eyes and slowly filling his lungs. He stops moving. Stops breathing.

He listens. He struggles to swallow past the beating of his heart, swallowing air into his lungs until they tighten again... threaten to burst, "Be out in a minute, angel..."

He can't let it take him. It would, if he let it. It would fill him up and drown him and take him over... this feeling... this ache. It would flood him until he could stop breathing... finally... and it hurts to pull back. It hurts to slide himself upright again, the cold bite of sharp tile beneath his feet, cool porcelain against his fingers as he drags himself back into the world.

Why does it still exist? Why does it never stop as it should? Doesn't anyone else care that something so momentous has been lost? Why does the world even continue to spin? Why...

It's so useless to ask. It doesn't matter, anyway. All that matters is that it does... and you have to keep spinning with it.

"Look at you..." he mutters at the mirror, at the sight of hollow eyes and the streaks of wet hair hanging limp before them, locking them away, "Who would even want you like this? So... pathetic." Slender fingers against the fog-edged mirror trace the contours of a sharp cheek, a lightning-streak of pain in his eyes biting at him, quick and angry, lashing out at even his own touch. His heart jumps, surprised, and he retreats, pulling back behind his eyes, watching something solid and unbreachable slam shut in his gaze until he can't see the pain through those so-called 'windows to his soul'... at least for now. For however many hours he has to be someone else for. Someone so infinitely more together. More understanding... More... forgiving. And why? Because he has to? Because that's just the way the world works? Because it's hopeless? ... Because he has to move on?

Because I love him... he thinks, the words echoing against the closed doors in his head, his other thoughts, the ones he tries not to listen to, mumbling in their seperate compartments... muttering 'Bullshit,' saying if it were so, he wouldn't give up... wouldn't even try... wouldn't even want to... But who am I to stop him? And what gives me the right? This logic has never lost, though it fails him over and over. His lover wants to leave. What right does he have to make him stay? And why? Because he loves him? 'Stay... because I love you. Because that love is worth a thousand thousand lifetimes... and because every moment without it is pointless.' How can that kind of meaningless logic mean anything? To someone like him?

Love is a kind of logic that only makes sense to the heart, which never questions what it feels. Love will never make sense in your head. To even try to make it make sense... is so pointless. And to try to make someone understand that... who doesn't... is even more so. How do you make someone understand that there are some things that are better when you don't question. When you allow yourself to consciously not question. Even to deny the impossible-to-deny facts of life. When it doesn't make sense. When it just is. When even the impossible seems not just possible but certain if only because you need it to be and want it to be so much that it makes you capable of things you never imagined...? When the impossible... is possible... because of love... and determination... and pure sheer, stubborn will. How do you explain that to someone who already has their own sheer, stubborn will bent on believing that love is not what's 'best for them'.

Bullshit? That's what's bullshit.

Pain rends the muscles of his chest as slender hands scrabble at the pale skin stretched over his bones, pressing down over the hammering beat to keep the sudden swell of his heart in place as he gasps a breath and then another. Fucking heartache... never so intense as when you're trying not to cry... a pain so deep that it can comfort you if you just let it sweep over you, like giving in to the blur around your vision when you're drowning... but it can tear you in two if you don't give in. And he won't. Not here. Not with those little hands and little feet just outside the door.

Little hands. And little feet.

A towel around his waist and another draped over his head, tracks of tears hiding in the steady drip of his hair, the opening door blows winter into his bones as he steps out into the cold and glances down at a little face, delicate fingers sweeping through tousled morning-hair as he says, "It's all yours, angel," and smiles, and lays a gentle kiss against the warmth of a slightly pudgy cheek as he bends, straightens, trails a shivering and clammy finger against the little boy's cheek, slipping away like a memory as he trys to remember and hold on to that feeling of warmth and joy that flickers in the threatening tide of sorrow in his heart as his hollow eyes linger on upturned green... so green... and quick steps carry him past the little hands, and little feet, not swaying steps, but desperate ones, gracefully concise and meant to transport him as quickly as possible back downstairs, to the room that rips his heart in two and mends it again every night with the painfully comforting feel of the one he loves at his back... touching him, and refusing to touch him. Every night.

The floorboards are smooth and cold against his feet. They creak as he goes down and the sound creeps inside his bones, echoing in his thoughts, and as he locks himself inside a blessedly, horribly empty room, the sound of the door clicking shut twisting something inside him, he spares a moment to realize how empty he is, like this. Empty... like the sorrow has eaten away at him from the inside out... sadness scooped away at his insides to give itself more room as it hollowed him. And he hates it. Sadness and bitterness and hope... make a cruel combination. He doesn't want to be this way... His lover wants to leave him. No. His love... has left him. And no matter how much he chases, he doesn't come back. And while all those voices inside his head mutter away, locked behind their seperate doors... mutter about trying harder, finding another way, not giving up... his hollowed-out heart aches... and wants... and needs.

So! After ages and ages, this story is at last going up. ^^ It was a day in the park with Pru and Pico and Cy and Alex, a play-date for the kids~ A beautiful day, it was. :)

As a note: all dialogue was written together with me and pris84. Cy (IM Hound) and Pico (Yo-SD Kuuta) belong to her, Pru and Alex are of course, mine. :)

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Once upon a time in the woods, two kind guardians bring their charges to meet for play in hopes of kindling a bond (and possibly some wayward interest in girls in the matter of one worried father for his son...)


( Enter said pushy girl. - IMG heavy )

So, I had peeps over on Sunday. ^^ A little get-together for pris84's birthday. It was supposed to be a dolly picture-taking day but it had the AUDACITY to SNOW (in freaking MAY) for the first 5 hours or so of the day. T_T WTH is up with that, people? Snow in May? I mean, rly... But then it stopped right before dinner and left us with about a half hour for some quick pics. XD

Alex got to hang out with his godson all day, which was so nice. :) He really loves this boy~ He loves his god-daughter, too, don't get me wrong. :P But he doesn't get to see Pico very often (b/c Pico stays with Pris ^^ - he's Cy's son, if anyone does not know this...). Anyhoo. They went out to play for a bit and I got pictures~ and then they watched Sleeping Beauty together. :3 It was so nice. Alex misses Pico a lot when he's not around, so we try to make the best of the times we do see him. :)

Anyhoo. ON WITH THE CUTE! Ooh. And Alex got a new outfit. :3 I already saw that I'm not the only one on my f-list who has it, too. It's awesome and very casually elegant. The scarf is just LOVE. It's simple, but it's LOVE. *__*


( teh rest of teh cuteness - 12 pics total )

And then, I'll post something RL-related, I swear. ^^ And not a meme. :P After.

Last meet I went to, it was still very VERY cold!! o_O But we braved the chilly weather anyway in order to snap a few pics of Alex out with the kiddles. :3 Alex had Pru with him, and he stole Pico away at the meet, too, to talk to him and be with him since he's not around as much, anymore - what with the break-up and all. T_T Things were very sad, but we did our best to cheer up the little guy, and Pico is just so darn CUTE. XD Pru, too, of course. ^^

Anyhoo. On with the pico-tures!! XD



( MOAR cute! :3 - 24 pics total )

( And a bit of just Pru, 'cuz she's adorable )

Yays! XD

In this post... we see Ray's influence on the little one. XD

( first cut - 31 pics under here )

And here, we see, Ray's influence. ^^ Devil horns!! Well, I was amused~


( more again~ :) )

And that's it!! I have one more post to catch up on but it's not nearly so oooold. XD

Hopefully it will be up, soon. :)

<3

Let's all hop back in the time machine, again!!!

Back at the awesome Christmas set-up only a day or two later... ^^ We had to take advantage of the awesomeness, right? Essentially turned into a play-date with Pico and Pru, Alex bugging an emo Cy, and Ni and Phae being cuddly. :3

This one will be split into two posts. XD

Guess who? ^^


( 25 pics under 'ere. :3 )

Because writing makes me feel good?

>>; This one may seem familiar... maybe... to some of you...

As requested by pris84... we have a repeat of a meme with a different five characters. XD

1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most.
2. Make them answer the following questions.
3. Then tag three people.
4. Feel free to go ahead and add some questions yourself!
5. Be prepared to answer any questions people feel need to be asked.

( Characters: Alex, Ray, Ni, Halla, and Shane )

I have yearned to see a tiny in person for a very long time, now... and now... I am doomed. I have been stricken with Yo-Love. It is so much more deadly in person... o____o

This is, perhaps, because this particular Yo has also captured the heart of my leading man. Yes, Alex is in love, again... Cy has a son. His name is Pico. Alex is just totally head-over-heels. Even if he weren't totally adorable and sweet, I think we would have trouble not loving the boy... and as it is, he is. And the love is so fierce...

Also... YO-LOVE!!! XD *is doubly-stricken by the sheer cute of a tiny Kuuta*

Pico is, of course, pris84's, as is his Daddy - who... we didn't even get a picture of this meet... o_O Weirdness.

How awesome is this? ^^ Pico and Alex also both have green eyes and brown hair - okay, so Alex's brown hair and green eyes are totally just glamour, and not actually, biologically, his hair and eye colour, but STILL! Tell me that ain't awesome. ^^;;;


( gya-ha-ha-ha... So Cute!! )

( random omake and Guin )

>> I want.

>3 Heh.

OhMyFreakingGOD!!!

>> Trust me... you want to look.



( new additions - 25 pics... SO MUCH BOY-KISSY!!! )

OMFreakingG, I can't believe I get to take my own boy-kissy pictures, now! W00t!! *is SO happy~~~~* :DDD

Okay, so this is a little overdue... >> Pris's (pris84) crew has gone, now... *sigh* and look! No snow on the ground!! ;_; How I miss those days already... But I thought this was terribly cute. :3

Plus... Shoxie!! :D *snuggles Shox* I just adore how this boy photographs, too... a little bug-eyed (in an adorable way and quite fitting for his character :3), with a slender neck, and that taaaaan, and Woah!Chest!! *_*' hawt...

This is mostly without words, because I have no idea what Cy would be talking to Shox about... >> Could be anything from asking about his day to explaining that if you're going to set up some insanely combustible chemistry experiment in the basement, it's really best if you keep an eye on it, like... >>

But Yay he didn't blow up my house!!! :D

^^

Anyhoo. On to the show~ (PS: There's some of my Alex and Pris's Nox in here, too) - note, as always: Dialogue by me. ^^ Just for fun... I don't actually speak for Pris's characters~ :P



( 20 pics - cute )