I really need to stop posting so much.

[napoleonherself]

Extremely temp version of this idea I had tonight. Picture description something along the lines of "Of course you wish you were special. We all wish we were special, or different, or unique, or maybe even magical. The question is: how far are you willing to go?"

She is sewing little angel wings onto her back, yes? Yes. She has actual muscles, unlike most of my drawings, because I decided to ask The Big Book Of Naked People (list title: Anatomy For The Artist) for help. But they're all misplaced. Oh well.

Comments

[wing-zero-ew.livejournal.com]

C'mon.... don't you like the mecha anymore without cookies?

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

Well, sure I do. But I figure hey, if I can wrangle cookies out of you...

What, me? Manipulative? Naaaaaah...

[wing-zero-ew.livejournal.com]

DO THEY HAVE COOKIES IN HELL?

CAUSE THAT'S WHERE YOU'RE HEADED AT THIS RATE

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

I DO NOT KNOW; PERHAPS WE SHOULD CALL YOUR GRANDMOTHER AND FIND OUT

[wing-zero-ew.livejournal.com]

SHE WOULD NOT BE HAPPY ABOUT A CALL AT THIS TIME OF NIGHT

HER FAVORITE SHOW IS ON: HUMAN SOULS ROASTING IN A PIT OF ETERNAL DESPAIR

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

Ahh, of course.

Well, I'm too tired for a phone conversation anyway, so it works out.

[wing-zero-ew.livejournal.com]

FINE THEN
BE THAT WAY

SEE IF I CARE

also, kisses and goodnight

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

*vomiting and death*

*flatline*

beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep