And can you imagine what Jay-Z would get us for a wedding present?

[lllookalive]

So I didn't think I could get much kookier after the whole Aeronaut/Undead Prom King thing, but... I WAS WRONG! :D

Like, so. So wrong.

Ladies and gents, I give unto you garters! And zombies! And EVEN MORE CRAVATS THAN THERE WERE ALREADY CRAVATS.

Surprise.




Points (and maybe my next dedication) to whoever can spot the most visual references to Panic At The Disco and My Chemical Romance photoshoot wardrobe items. I know at least two of you should be able to compete. Oh, and I'm pretty sure it's unfinished, I just can't think of a background for it yet. Suggestions?
Honestly, this shit is just shameless.

When The Day Met The Night (take- 1)



So. reni_days is fucking awesome. I mean, seriously? So fucking awesome. But she keeps going all catatonic when I compliment her, so I figure that the best way to get around that and still express a minute percentage of my gratitude for how many shitty, shitty days her writing has un-shittified for me is to shower her in gifts. TA-DAH! (Don't. Stop. Writing. I will draw for you foreverrrrrr. ♥ )

King Of The Motherfucking Bats.



And finally, because I obviously don't namecheck this story enough.
You know how I keep mentioning/drawing for novembersmith's The Anatomy Of A Fall? Okay, so basically it's this crazy-epic ghost story with a lot of bone jokes and charm, but the main character just happens to be named Gerard Way. And he has a brother. Named Mikey Way. No, Mikey reeeeally likes him some unicorns and Gerard reeeeally likes him some drawing. And he's a nice big brother, so when Mikey is sick, he fills pages and pages of biology notes with comics of Mikey Way: UNICORN WARRIOR.
Now, me being me, I enabled the everloving crap out of aquidis until she read this glorious piece of fiction, and then she in turn enabled/harangued the everloving crap out of me until I bowed my pencil to her will. She's just lucky it was her birthday a couple weeks ago.
No. Okay. This was totally bound to happen.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN, aquidis!!!
I give you...

MIKEY WAY: UNICORN WARRIOR!

Hey, kids! See if you can find:
-Barefoot Grandma Zombie
-Mullet Zombie
-Could Possibly Be Patrick Stump Zombie
-Gratuitous bloody handprints


I honestly don't think I've ever had as much fun drawing anything as I have with my recent stuff. It's like a game- How Ridiculous Can I Make These Clothes And Still Have Them Look Believable?
I'm gonna be gloating about that garter for a week.

...And I've finally caved and have started fashioning cravats out of my silk scarves to wear with my outfits. I'm gonna bring that shit back, baby! Wait and see. (Find me a skull or equally badass cravat pin and win my undying affection and a showcase in my next art spam. JUST SAYING.)

Comments

[aquidis.livejournal.com]

YOU DO IMPUGN MY HONOR, SIR. ME, CHEAT? THAT POSE IS WITHOUT A DOUBT BASED ON SPENCERSMITH; I COULD TELL AT A GLANCE.

AKA If you told me, I don't remember. But it's kind of obvious.


Still working on the other references. They didn't ~jump out at me. *cogitates*

[look-alive.livejournal.com]

I HATE TO BURST YOUR PRETTY RAINBOW-GRADIENT BUBBLE, BUT the poses were actually entirely based on the fact that I didn't have a big enough sketch pad for anything but seated poses, and, if there were two figures, extremely chummy seated poses. HOWEVER. The Spencersmith jacket? Yeah, uh, you're spot-on. I JUST LIKE THE LITTLE CHAIN THINGY, OKAY? It's like cuff links for your sternum! Or... something.

Dude, that's so freaking awesome, though. I was reallyreally hoping I hadn't mentioned anything to you. ♥ CONSIDER YOUR HONER THE OPPOSITE OF IMPUGNED. IT IS UN-PUGNED.

(and then I spend five minutes staring at the picture) ...Okay, maybe there's something to what you said about the pose. Which one?

you're only encouraging my ridiculous ego here, you get that, right?

[aquidis.livejournal.com]

It's the whole tilty-head tongue-sticking-out thing. Just. IDK. It's really reminiscent to me.

If I think really hard, I can kind of remember talking about the sternum cuff links, but I would recognize their ridiculousness anywhere. :D


WHY ELSE DO YOU THINK I EXIST OTHER THAN TO ENCOURAGE YOUR EGO. WHYYYYYYYYY.

[look-alive.livejournal.com]

Okay, you totally have a point, even if I wasn't thinking about it. When I was drawing it, I think there were images of Frank Iero dancing around in my head, and also possibly Ryan Ross in his third-wheel part of every Spencer/Brendon fic ever written.

I still want that jacket at Metro. DAMN THAT STUPID LACE SHIT ON THE CUFFS. And the price.

TO GO TO SHOWS WITH ME, DUH?! BUT OBVIOUSLY YOUR EXISTENCE IS CODEPENDENT WITH MY EXISTENCE. OBVIOUSLY. PSH. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

[aquidis.livejournal.com]

I can def see Frank's influence, but I'm not sure I could tie it down to a specific photo. Dude on the left seems like a very Ross-y Spencer, and dude on the right looks to me a Brendon-ish Frank. BUT THAT'S JUST ME.

RYAN ROSS: PROFESSIONAL THIRD WHEEL


We should go to Metro so you can try on that jacket. You know you want to.

I didn't exist until I met you~~~

[look-alive.livejournal.com]

No, no, that's pretty much accurate. GAAAH GET OUT OF MY HEAD GET OUT OF MY HEAD. I mean. Don't.

Oh geez, he'd probably get business cards made and then write a song about it. To illustrate my point, here. Read this. I know you've got absolutely nothing better to be doing.

I sort of hate you. Just a little. ...Maybe they've sold it already. Okayletsgo.

LJ_stagegay.jpg

[aquidis.livejournal.com]

But...your head is such a nice place to play.


RUGBY

!!!

!

[look-alive.livejournal.com]

Fine, fine. But sweep up while you're in there, I think the shattered remains of my dignity are still scattered around the floor.


IS WHAT I'M SAYING!!!!!!!