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i did this for a uh certain group of friends but i think it's brilliant
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I translated my friend's fanfiction.
Title: Masquerade
Elisabeth sighed in satisfaction and pulled up the hair of the man who had his head between her legs. Elisabeth also playfully pushes away the sly man who puts his wet mouth close to her as if asking to kiss her. Early in the evening, when not only the audience but also the staff who were organizing the stage had gone home, the man and woman were having a secret meeting in Elisabeth's waiting room, half dressed in stage costumes. The woman's hand rummaged through the drawer and found her pack of cigarettes. When Elisabeth takes a cigarette from her, the man who was watching her naturally lights up. The two, who first met each other just four months ago, got along well like old lovers.
“There’s a fire alarm on the ceiling.”
As the man glanced at the ceiling, Elisabeth stepped on the dresser, stood up, and blew out her smoke toward her fire alarm as if to show off. Elisabeth wrinkles the bridge of her nose and smiles mischievously at the man who stands silently as if waiting for a fire alarm to sound soon. The man also lets out a mirthless laugh and pretends to raise his hands as if he has lost. Elisabeth pushed the furniture on her dressing table to a corner with her tiptoes and sat down in front of her mirror, hugging her knees.
"As soon as I moved my luggage into this dressing room, I cut the fire alarm line. Now! don't waste time and tell me properly, where are you from?"
“Austria.”
Even with Elisabeth's gaze following her persistently, the man's eyes did not stir even a small wave like a quiet lake. As her gaze became entangled, the man's eyes softened. Elisabeth looks closely at the wrinkles around the man's eyes, or rather, what she thought were wrinkles for a moment. The man looked about five or six years younger than he was, but at times he felt like he was fifteen years older than him.
“Haha! Lie. I know what Austrian names are, you know that, right? That Austrian who did a car commercial with me a month ago.”
“Rudolf Maiglöckchen?”
“Yeah, that long, funny name. Yours is a little drier and… smells like the wind.”
Elisabeth thinks of a young man with wheat-colored hair. A man who was more shy and businesslike than the rumors said, and who danced as fiercely as the winter wind with a body like well-polished marble. The man who noticed that Elisabeth was lost in her thoughts continued her words.
“For someone who spoke so indifferently, he seemed quite interested.”
“Me? Haha! He’s not interested in women, it’s not really a secret.”
“And you?”
“I’ve never been interested in anyone.”
At Elisabeth's words, the man pretended to grab his chest as if he had been stabbed by a dagger. She puts her face close to that man as if interrogating him.
"So, that's weird. I've never found anyone attractive except you. ...Oh, except David Bowie. Tell me, where the heck are you from? What's your real name?"
I think you just like blondes, especially blondes as sweet as raspberries. Elisabeth playfully shoved the shoulder of the man who was avoiding her question, as if trying to clear her throat with a lame joke. While Elisabeth was deep in her thoughts, shaking off the ash from a cigarette butt, the man put back on the hood he had taken off. Her eyes widen as she sees the man putting on his sandals and getting ready to go out.
“At least I understand that you are not the type of person who saves your favorite chocolate once a day, but rather the type of person who devours it all in one sitting.”
“Are you already going?”
“I wanted you to save some chocolate.”
The man walks straight toward the door. Elisabeth urgently ask him, who doesn't even have the slightest pretense of saying "Have a good night" or "See you tomorrow."
“Can we continue?”
The man stops walking when asked a question that has neither a subject nor an object. What was she asking about? A secret secret affair that avoids the eyes of colleagues? An unanswered riddle? Or, a masquerade ball where you hold hands and fall in love while guessing his identity? elisabeth didn't know. For a man, it won't matter what it is. She didn't hear any laughter, but elisabeth could tell the man was laughing.
「 as long as you want. 」
The man's voice seems to be buzzing inside my head, not just outside the door. A man's hand is visible through the crack in the closed door. The man's hands are bathed in the darkness of the hallway and appear to be wearing gloves. Elisabeth looks at the man's fingertips, which appear to be wearing black velvet gloves, and she feels an unknown nostalgia.
It was a longing that could not exist.
I drew cartoons of what my friend wrote. It tells the story of Sisi, a dancer reincarnated in the 21st century, and Death pretending to be a fellow dancer.
This setting comes from the setting of Germany's Der Tod actor Olegg Vynnyk's elisabeth music video. (olegg, what the hell did you do? ！)
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야망가보시던가요..
todolf
Death and prince.. love them forever
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Hope they keep little happy 🔔
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Pia Sisi/Olegg DerTod
love them forever
artist (Twitter @ hbib127)
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I drew cartoons of what my friend wrote. It tells the story of Sisi, a dancer reincarnated in the 21st century, and Death pretending to be a fellow dancer.
This setting comes from the setting of Germany's Der Tod actor Olegg Vynnyk's elisabeth music video. (olegg, what the hell did you do? ！)
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The Paris opera is in town and one of these men wants to try some French cuisine.
If I didn't make these two I would actually die. I would have literally passed away. So, introducing Louis and Lestat!! Complete with ruffled, poofy sleeves, pleated, removable coats with painted embroidery, cravats, stockings, nice hair, little buckle shoes, and angst.
Vest details
And an obligatory lap-sit.
I have been waiting to post these, as Louis was a gift for @nebulathisimdone's birthday so I had to keep him secret, but I didn't wanna post one without the other. I have added these designs to my list of dolls available for sale on my masterpost, so if you're interest, dm me!!
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parody of Korean memes.
I like Lukas Rudolf who has a cynical personality.
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painted in 2014. I have always loved death and sisi...
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This is a picture drawn by my friend. Twitter osamatographe
It's really beautiful. olegg DerTod / pia Sisi. These two have a mature and sexy atmosphere. 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
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