I’m behind, lovelies, but with every kind intention of catching up! Do any of you hit summertime and suddenly need to complete ALL THE PROJECTS? Between the pets and my hellborne dedication to completing projects I’ve merely talked about all year, I haven’t been around my Internet home much. Sorry, that’s a lie: I’ve been AROUND on occasion and even saving things to drafts, but haven’t been posting. I’ll get back on the unicorn soon! ;) Here’s a start, eh? Reverse chronological order.
[ Send in a 💋 and my muse will say one sexual fantasy they’ve had, but won’t specify about who. ]
💋Oh my! I shouldn’t be surprised that you should be the one to ask such a thing; next time I won’t be. A fantasy, hmm? See I have to be careful about those; they have this terribly unrealistic habit of becoming real in a very kinaesthetic way–but oh, that gives me an idea. 😘
I would like to set up a room with soft fabrics of all types hung and tied everywhere, each in a rich dark hue; the same effect for the pillows and cushions across the floor. Low kind lighting always from behind some sort of sheer fabric to bend its light further. A room turned into a soft cave, the place a bat might love, the merger of den and dungeon.
I would like to get my partner to relax. Nothing naughty, or not actively so, just massage: it puts the memory of human muscle into my fingers and they can set it easier to the page. If this companion of mine takes some comfort or calming from this, well, so be it–it’s little fun to sit for a portrait while tense.
When they’re sufficiently relaxed and me full of anatomical recollection of the most personal kind, I’ll drape them as I see fit and demand that they think of nothing stressful at all. They must sit there very still and comfortable and think of themselves and anything else only with immense kindness–or else I’ll see it in their face and give them the kindness myself. Their job is to rest there in their unique beauty and be good to themself as I paint them.
I’ll sit on the cushions and sketch them carefully; I usually do a few different positions to warm up and any one could be a painting some other day, though mostly I send those home with my victim to see if they come begging for another pose later. ;D Every witch has her wickedness…
And then I will paint. It’s hardly unequal, however: my best paintings are done in the nude; I wipe my brush on myself first to clear it and soon we’re both painted. I like to use those strokes to make myself look like a night sky of leftover paint–and my special friend gets to place down the last glowing white stars.
I paint until I start seeing it move before my mind’s eye, then a little more until I feel it’s done and it starts moving before my actual eyes, there on the canvas. Sometimes I play with them a little on the paper but leave them be–my favourite times, though, I draw them out the way I drew them in; I invite them from the world of my creation to the world of my creative reality. Usually they’re very keen on joining me.
I like to test how well I’ve rendered my companion: I have them stand side by side, do different motions, speak their favourite phrases of whatever language. I’m a fair hack at precise rendering, if I do say so myself, but the places I fall from perfection are quickly remedied by that ritual. It’s how my creation learns its nature from the source.
Scatter a few stars across my body and soon the whole of creation is up to us. I could never specify what we get up to, for that depends on my partner and the fantasies they hold, but I could say what comes to mind…
I would watch them receive their own kindness (my creations are always kind, even in darkness) and help them drink it in. I love to cradle my lovers as they receive their own care; or if that seems to much, offering the brunt of it myself (I love to go down-town and never mind strapping on a horn ;) ) while they rest in the arms of their loving selves.
And then I like them to double-team me in whatever way they see fit until I’m as dead and exhausted as they are, if not more so, because helloooo two-brains-on-one (it’s lethal).
By the time my painting is lain to rest, looking sated and stunning, we are absolutely famished and ready to dive into some finger-foods. Onto peaceful activities with drinks (usually wine) and whatever other distractions may come our way. Best for a long Friday evening with the whole weekend to enjoy the lingering serenity. 💋
*sheepish grin* Er, how does that sound? I got carried away. Have I finally hit the ‘too much information' for my visiting curious cat…? No, I know you've a strong stomach. It's your imagination I worry at; it's the most powerful tool we have and you excel at powerful. (;
I’m going to post this without editing so it goes up now and doesn’t wait around in my drafts for unattainable perfection. Forgive me! The pets are waiting, none too patiently and Ouch, baby duck just pecked my ankle--wish that were my imagination and I'd cut that right out, Sir Paddington Duck you mind your manners and wait patiently for me to harness you up for the pond, you'll hardly get further with me by snapping at my heels. Sit. Tuckus, bird-brain. Good Sit Paddington, now go be useful and fetch your harness by the door.
Time's up, magic-tech-box going off, no time for shame--ta!
