Posting art, posting art... I can do this all night... 8D
It shouldn't come as a surprise for anyone that 411 is my OTP.
By now I've been determinedly bombarding the various art-communities I live at with such extreme amounts that various people have given in and started sharing the interest out of pure self-preservation instinct, to not go insane.
...
This is of course exactly what I had planned, and I can now sit back with a beatific smile and reap the reward for my hard work, as others start producing their very own 411.
Damn, I'm good. XDXD
Gratifying fulfillment aside, it's hard work influencing and corrupting the populace.
<-- sarcasm, people.
This particular image is probably one of the largest in size and resolution I've ever made. Don't ask me why. I guess I had a voice in the back of my head whisper seductively about prints, if anyone should be interested.
This is the whole image, if brutally resized.
Aaand a close-up of that lovely power-struggly kiss. ^___^
I really love the sub/dom non-con Marluxia/Vexen. I am amused by and secretly quite fond of the fluff.
But this right here? This is 411 the way it really rocks my boat.
Fairly equal footing, mutually semi-consensual, a struggle for superiority on every single level. Neither part willing to submit, but both rather addicted to whatever little dysfunctional thing they've got going on.
Beautiful.
Bruises and all. X3
Finally, cred where cred is due:
The reason for this particular image is simple; Chigrima gave me the song, because she said it made her think 411. I listened, and had to agree. Pure inspiration. u.u
Poison by Alice Cooper
Your cruel device
Your blood like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you, but I better not touch
Don't touch
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much
Too much
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin' thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins
And pins
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin
Deep in
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
I don't want to break these chains
...
Don't ask where the black lace part went. You... probably wouldn't want to know what Marluxia wears under his robes anyway. >.>
By now I've been determinedly bombarding the various art-communities I live at with such extreme amounts that various people have given in and started sharing the interest out of pure self-preservation instinct, to not go insane.
...
This is of course exactly what I had planned, and I can now sit back with a beatific smile and reap the reward for my hard work, as others start producing their very own 411.
Damn, I'm good. XDXD
Gratifying fulfillment aside, it's hard work influencing and corrupting the populace.
<-- sarcasm, people.
This particular image is probably one of the largest in size and resolution I've ever made. Don't ask me why. I guess I had a voice in the back of my head whisper seductively about prints, if anyone should be interested.
This is the whole image, if brutally resized.
Aaand a close-up of that lovely power-struggly kiss. ^___^
I really love the sub/dom non-con Marluxia/Vexen. I am amused by and secretly quite fond of the fluff.
But this right here? This is 411 the way it really rocks my boat.
Fairly equal footing, mutually semi-consensual, a struggle for superiority on every single level. Neither part willing to submit, but both rather addicted to whatever little dysfunctional thing they've got going on.
Beautiful.
Bruises and all. X3
Finally, cred where cred is due:
The reason for this particular image is simple; Chigrima gave me the song, because she said it made her think 411. I listened, and had to agree. Pure inspiration. u.u
Poison by Alice Cooper
Your cruel device
Your blood like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you, but I better not touch
Don't touch
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much
Too much
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin' thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins
And pins
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin
Deep in
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
I don't want to break these chains
...
Don't ask where the black lace part went. You... probably wouldn't want to know what Marluxia wears under his robes anyway. >.>