Author: valentine

geisha dreams

This turned out much longer than I’d planned – I’d originally wanted to only take a couple shots. But Justyn + camera = me going overboard. I just can’t help it with that face of his; the camera loves him, and I love him, and so he gets spoiled rotten when it comes to photo shoots. If he weren’t so pretty and so easy to take photos of, it’d be different.

Alas, it’s not, and you’ll just have to put up with it.

Edit: By the way – Joce is not to let Justyn put yukata (or kimono, if I ever get any) on by himself anymore. Justyn thinks it should be worn comfortably, like a robe, which means…tying the obi in the front. No more of that, J-bird. (He has no idea what that could possibly mean, except that he’s happier with how it feels.) XD

you belong to the night

Just some quick shots of Vincynt before he leaves.

I hope no one’s too attached to his current faceup. While it’s beautifully done and certainly approximates the character, I’ve gotten more disillusioned with it since he first came back. The other day, annoyed that I just couldn’t get him to look good in photos no matter what I did, I yanked off his upper eyelashes. That helped some – they were too long, dark, and girly for him – but it didn’t fix everything. His mouth in particular is driving me batty. Don’t get me wrong, the faceup job is really fantastic. It truly is. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with Vincynt himself – the character – but the faceup just isn’t doing what I thought it would for him.

So, he’s going to be sent off again, this time to Armeleia for facial mods and a new faceup. I won’t describe what I have planned for him quite yet (rest assured, no elf ears), but I really hope that this will help solve the problems I’m having with him. Wish me luck. I hope I won’t miss him too much.

gimme fuel, gimme fire

And then I burn
Turning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline
Gimme fuel
Gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire
— “Fuel” by Metallica

when you touch me

Don’t you know that when you touch me baby that it’s torture
Brush up against me i get chills all down my spine
When you talk to me it’s painful
You don’t know what you do to this heart of mine
— “Sexual” by Amber

swanheart

A wintry eve
Once upon a tale
An Ugly Duckling
Lost in a verse
Of a sparrow’s carol
Dreaming the stars
— “Swanheart” by Nightwish