Saturday, December 29, 2012

2013 Resolutions

1 - Get my hair done : back to brown or reddish with curls and waves - black and straight is boring as hell. Fits other ppl better. Lesson learned. Get my bangs back too. I miss them.

2 - Get Tattooed! My design is finally final, though I will consult with Alex about adding 2 items but most likely I am feeling like it's a goer. It'll seal the ... three/trinity thingie stuff.

3 - Get 2 BJDs. I want the Soom new line of super tall guys (with the monk robe for a starers) and that gorgeous brunette from ... forgot where but I will find her.

Girl :
Size : super gem girl
Boy 1 :
Size : IDealian 72, Mega gem

4 - Maybe rework my story A Small Journey Into Love with the dolls - like a photoroman - add more substance maybe.

5 - Potentially get a second guy doll to do as above with C#3

6 - In April, get the Samsung Galaxy S3 upon renewal of my mobile phone with Videotron

7 - Donate more of my books to the library. Go through DVDs and do the same. Only keep the special ones.

8 - Make more illustrations / posters

9 - Attend the local Fan-Anime convention in August

10 - Bake my own bread

11 - learn to swim and dive

12 - write down every dream that i have manually written down on paper, copy each one that was posted on the net and sort them in chronological order.

13 - Read more. My poor library card hasn't been scanned in over a year! It must be so very depressed and sad... poor baby!

14 - Get Tanith Lee's Flat Earth Series in both English and French!

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Of Chocolate Cakes and Apple Pies

I was completely lost in my bubble, sitting on the couch, reading Mona Lisa Overdrive when his vague shadowy appearance knelt before me, but that was not enough to disrupt my attention and a small polite cough finally dragged back in the same reality as his.

By the tragic and concerned expression on his face, I was ready to face the worse news possible.

He signed. I tensed.

"I have bad news."
"Try me."

He took a long serious look at me and took my hands in his, locking his eyes in mine.

"There is no wi-fi in the cabin, in the woods."

I remained quite quiet, stunned and surprised, but not yet fully realizing the minimalistic gravity of the situation, and the greater prank oriented flavor of his confession. I remained in silence for a moment more, but nothing was added. There he remained, holding his tragic expression, until a single spark glimmered in his eyes and the faint shadow of a smile passed on the corner of his lips.

"Tom! You... Oh you! ... Actor!"

He burst into the most delightful jovial laughter as I fell on him, or in his arms, trying, without really trying to hammer his chest with my tiny fists.

"You really fooled me! I was ready for ...
"The End of the World ?"
"Well... something more serious... tragic?"
"No Internet for two whole weeks, while you are stuck with me and my family in a wooden house in the middle of winter-wonderland nowhere in the Great Canadian Wilderness. Isn't that tragic enough? No Facebook, no Twitter, no blogging, no photo sharing, no passionate crusades..."
"I would spend Christmas in a cave in Antarctica with you if you'd ask me!"
"I can only imagine the possibilities."

I slid on the floor, trapped in his arms again, and once more, more than happy to be lost in the open waters of his passionate embrace. As he barely slid a hand under my pullover, my body answered immediately to the invitation.

"You know... you are not obliged to ..." He vaguely tried to speak between passionate deeply contradictory kisses. "... each time ... I start..."
"You are basically ... telling me that ... it's not because a chocolate cake is put in front of me that I am obliged to eat it. To which I answer : Why would I not?"
"I am a chocolate cake for you."
"A Black Forest chocolate cake. The best."
"Chocolate cakes tend to induce women into unwanted gain of pounds."
"Not gaining a single pound devouring you!"

He didn't continue the conversation by strategically moving his lips down my neck, while a hand openly made his way up my opposite side, almost a subtle, silent, invitation to ponder the topic at hand.

"Uhm.. say..."
"Mmhhm...."He drew a burning hot and humid trail in the curve of my neck and shoulder, making me shiver and giggle in delight as the hand finally reached the destination and decided to take a rest, atop a soft hill he knew all too well. 
"Why are we having this conversation?"

He half stopped his enterprise and rested half his body on his free elbow, keeping his other hand where it lay, randomly stroking my chest, as a small reminder that things were far from over, just yet.

"You know I am working on Manon Lescaut at the moment, right?"

I nodded my agreement.

"The French term "engrosser" came into topic yesterday and that incredible French actress ... Jeanne ... she was very much in the mood of her character and asked me - something about my plans of "getting you fat." He chuckled and moved closer to my ear to whisper. "She said that I should start working the dough..."

And working he indeed started, as he passionately stirred his tongue with mine, a hand keeping the rest of the material warm and soft.

"So, what does... a chocolate cake and do you see yourself in this great astrology of the baked pastries?"
"I'm most probably an apple pie."
"So, what is the sum of a chocolate cake and an apple pie?"

I took a moment to ponder, trying as best as I could to contain the uncontrollable laughter that was about to take me over.

"I guess that a chocolate pie with traces of apple and accents of cinnamon wouldn't a bad culinary experiment..."
"The only way to know is to try, right?"

I didn't reply to that, his mouth was already agreeing to my answer as his tongue swirled mine into the elaboration of the finer details.

Monday, December 17, 2012

So Tom - tell me about your private DVD collection!

  1. Hey guys answer how your day was in a comment I wanna know! Anywhoo I hope you enjoy the story!:)

    Tom was right. As soon as you grab the newspaper the next morning, you see YOUR face plastered on it. "Who's the mystery girl, Tom?" the caption reads. You sigh.
    "Was I right?" Tom asks as he walks into the kitchen.
    "Yep. Now everyone in London is going to know my face."
    "Oh maybe not everyone. Just

    99.9 percent." he teases.
    You smile and go to the fridge.
    "Please tell me you have waffles." you say. "Yes!!" you exclaim when you find a box.
    "I had strawberries and bananas of you want to put some on top."
    "Yumm. Wait, British people eat that?"
    Tom throws his head back and laughs loudly.
    "Well I'm sorry! It's been a long week for me!" you protest.
    "Oh that made my day!"
    "Tom! Oh Tom!" someone calls. You hear the door open to the penthouse.
    "Great." Tom sighs.
    You take a double take when you see what walks trough the doorway into the kitchen. Before you stands a women dressed in pink and with pink and blue highlights in her brown hair.
    "Oh hello." she says. "You must be the mystery girl."
    "Brilla meet y/n."
    "Hi." you say awkwardly. Brilla? You think to yourself.
    "Hello." she says coldly. Then she looks to Tom. "Did you forget about the photo shoot?"
    "That's today?!"
    "Yes, that's today. As in twenty minutes today."
    Tom looks at you. "I'm sorry. I completely forgot."
    "It's cool. I can call a cab and go back to my hotel."
    "No I don't want you going back there. You can stay here until one when I get back."
    "Yes mother." you say teasingly.
    "Five minutes, Tom." Brilla says.
    "Okay I'll be right down." He looks at you as soon as she leaves. "I'm sorry. I completely forgot."
    "Oh stop it. It's fine. I'm a big girl now."
    "Okay. You're welcome to anything. I have a credit card on my desk so go ahead and order take out of you want."
    You smile. "You should go before Brilla gets mad."
    "Goodbye." before you see it coming, Tom kisses you lightly on the lips then leaves.
    "Oh my gosh....."

    Hope you like it! Don't forget, I wanna know bout your day -Lindsay:)
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Sunday, December 09, 2012

Autograph Poachers

" This may sound rude and unfair, but please hear me out:

Today I was in London for the Independent British Film Festival, and I arrived 8 hours early, super excited to see both Tom Hiddleston and Cillian Murphy. Now there already a handful of autograph hunters there (People who get celebrities autographs and just sell them for the money) which wasn’t surprising. However, when the event eventually began 8 hours later, events took a turn for the worse.

Now the security at the event… left a lot to be desired so to speak. However, the fans stayed behind the designated barriers to give the celebrities space. But the autograph hunters decided to fuck the barriers, waltz right onto the red carpet, and quite literally mob every single celebrity until they gave them as many autographs as they needed.

This obviously took up a lot of their time, meaning that real fans such as myself weren’t able to get any signatures. I politely asked them to move behind the barriers, as myself and my friends had been waiting for much longer than them (5 hours longer) and so we wanted some autographs too. Their response?

“Oh yeah, you must be pretty gutted right?”

I nodded in reply.

To which the douchebag replied with “Too bad. Your problem.”

Excuse me?

I was fuming. I was so angry. However I comforted myself with the thought that Tom Hiddleston was coming, and he always looked out for his fans.

However, as soon as he turned up, ALL of the autograph hunters (and there was A LOT) swamped him and didn’t let him move at all. I heard Tom say on several occasions “Please move, take a step back, I can’t move around!”

At first he looked pissed, but then he just looked upset.

They wouldn’t stop. They just kept handing him picture after picture, demanding he signed it and refusing to move until he did. This meant that fans such as myself couldn’t get anywhere near him, and so struggled to get an autograph, if anything!

We all chose to keep our distance anyway. He looked incredibly upset, so we didn’t want to upset him any more.

He eventually forced his way through after a good 20 minutes, running into the building. He had a look on his face that almost made my heart split in two.

This also caused such a mess that Cillian Murphy (the one who I was looking forward most to seeing) had to go in the back way, so I never got the opportunity to even see him, let alone get his autograph. I was so upset I was brought nearly to tears.

So please, don’t buy his signature from online stores. They’re quite often obtained through mean, rude and despicable ways.

Thank you for your time. I just don’t want Tom to experience something as horrible as this again. Please signal boost if you can."

source :

other speaking sources, because an image is worth a thousand words ;

My Own Personal Thoughts.

The first thing that comes to mind is the heart wreck I feel  upon reading the accounts of this. I feel bad for Tom and I feel bad for the fans with the same equal hurt.

I feel bad for Tom because he is fresh in the industry and genuinely likes the interaction with his fans and is naturally inclined to be generous of his time and is always signing as much autographs and take as much pictures with the fans as his time/schedule allows him. This is the most direct and irrespectful way of ripping him off from that beautiful thing he is building with his fans. The sole idea of selling off those autographs for personal profit makes the whole thing dirty at the same level as prostitution.

I feel bad for the fans because They stand there long hours, they respect their idols and favorite celebrities, they respect the boundaries set for each and everyone's safety and well being, they actually participate in an exchange of appreciation of the other party's service or artifact (in this case the act of signing an autograph). Tom appreciates his loyal devoted fans and the fans appreciate Tom - it's all done in respect of each other and it can be the most wonderful thing with this man!

I feel bad for Tom because this surely has affected him for the evening and will surely break the idealistic image he had of his career as an emerging actor. This stains the whole thrill of being appreciated for his hard work. It's like having a fine dessert in front of him and some random idiot takes out a big chunk; it's just inconsiderate and rude. Ill mannered being too faint of an expression.

I feel bad for the fans because they feel bad for their fave actor. They / and we have compassion and respect for our idols. We feel with them and for them, especially when sad events such as this happen. 

Having a couple thousand horny fan girls can come off as a joke and at the end of the day, most fan girls have enough common sense to respect their idol. (I say most, because there are some among the self proclaimed fans who have no shame in harassing him over tweeter as if he was their best friend, or some, even worse, who have the guts to send him angry tweets because they trusted unverified sources who promised his presence at a location where he was not scheduled to be). Bottom line is, the vast majority would protect this man as they would with their own family! So we don't take it well when others - who on top are Not even his fans - take advantage of him in such a rude and selfish manner!

Autographs, for the record, can be obtained through his agency if someone has the minimum caring decency of sending in a pre-paid postage back - which in the case of these morons wouldn't even cost 1% of the money they'd make selling the said autographed piece. And to me, it lowers the value of the said autograph if it's purchased off e bay or any other online source which is not an honest legit source. This is not import/export goods and antiques from Venice! Autographs by famous people have a very deeply personal connotation to them to the fans and if one would never part from one - one should not loose god knows what exuberant amounts of money - to get one which was obtained as legally as poachers would get an exotic animal on the black market!

Friday, December 07, 2012

A Night's Sky

“Beautiful, isn’t it.” He whispered from the above docking and hadn’t I known it was him, I
could have sworn an angel just spoke to me.

I was sitting on a cold bench, on a cold lonely deck, in a cold night, under the cold distant stars, on a boat washed by the cold night ocean wind, but none of this really mattered. Or, more accurately, mostly none of it reached me.

Above me was the infinitely peaceful night sky, glimmering with stars from far and farther away with a faint pale veil of what we mankind call the milky way. As I was sitting on the bench, on the deck, on the boat, I imagined that, had I been on a smaller boat, which would gently swing to the ocean’s waves, I could say that I was watching the universe breath above me, like a gigantic living being, or a child with starry eyes looking down at a microscopic plankton floating on a strange white object.

I heard his steps clacking at a regular yet enthusiastic pace as he quickly reduce to void the vague distance between us. I tried to keep my attention on the stars but the smile that bloomed on my lips and quickly spread like an African wild firein the savannah and didn’t take its source of origin in the stars above me, but rather, in the sheer delight of having him so close near me.

I shivered a little under the thick blanket wrapped around me and noticing it, he sneaked even closer to gently blow a long humid and burning hot breath on my cheek and neck, which he concluded with an equally suggestive kiss on the jawline and I couldn’t hold it any longer, I burst into a genuine childish giggle. Only he could do such a thing and know that somewhere deep inside secret territories, a mystic fire just got splendidly refurnished with high quality burning wood log.

“You make a little spot?”

I stood up to open my wool cape and let him in, and remembered that moment in the cottage, as I was sitting on his lap, trying to drink my tea without chocking on it. Later that evening, I had my head resting on his chest, dozing off to wonderland, as h was randomly twirling his fingers in my hair. We were almost watching a BBC documentary about the river Ganges, but I was mostly lost in the river of dreams whose tide gently rose around me. Being in his arms like that, I felt I was part of an exclusive living ecosystem, like enjoying the secret breath of a millennial old forest. I let the slow rise and fall of his chest rock me gently to slumber and the melodious female narrating voice building an easier bridge to slumber.

He gently blew air on my face, in a ticklish playful manner and I frowned, wondering about the master trickster's abilities. I opened my eyes and smiled. There he was, tenderly smiling back at me.

"Tommy?" I asked still drowsy.

His smile widened as he offered me his hand.

I hesitated, concerned about disrupting the other Tom's peace, the one in whose arms I was technically snuggled in. I rose my head, but he didn't seem to be too greatly disturbed, yet alone we aware of the presence of his doppelganger. I got up, as softly as I could, which attention to delicateness seemed to greatly amused the other Tom.

He clothed all in white and a soft almost unnoticeable soft glow seemed to gleam about him, his hair was back to short blond too, but the incredible liveliness in his eyes was proof enough it was him. That was undeniable.

He had his hand sturdy laid out, patiently waiting for me, not rushing, holding the invitation. I finally slid my hand in his at the contact of his fingers, a small gently pulsating fire enveloped, it seemed, the entirety of my being. I looked back and had a small vertigo as I observed myself still sleeping on Tom's chest, my breath slow and deep of deep sleep. Tom had a little yawn and looked down on the sleeping me. My heart fluttered as I caught the soft gleaming tenderness blooming on his lips for the instant of a smile.

Tom in white opened the door and the night outside was mesmerizing, with the tall trees like secret guardians on the guard, ready to attack any intruder that had the misfortunate idea of going too far inside secret grounds. I looked the slightest bit up and it seemed the stars had plotted to appear drastically nearer, almost touching the tree tops.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Tom in white asked me and I was short of words to share my enchantment.

He lead me a little further in the woods up ahead of us until we reached a small clearing, not the one in which we had spent the morning, but an equally charming one, even more magic, for there stood, at a few feet in frotn of us, a fire as tall as the man standing at my side, as strong and as vigorous, and certainly as vivid of beauty as irresistibly compelling.

For a moment, I wondered which fascinated me the greater; the man or the fire. I smiled as I thought that how both could burn me, in fact.

"Why are you showing me this?" I asked, fascinated.
"You haven't guessed yet, then." He answered in a riddle. "This is your love for me."

And all of a sudden he was behind me, his arms firmly around my waist, pressing me against him gently but assertively. I couldn't draw my attention away from the fire, the realization of it all seemed too absurdly impossible, woven from the thread of dreams and fairy tales.

Pas the fire, a little to the right, sod an equally tall and majestic castle of ancient stones, I knew, had seen many battles rise and even more men fall.

"The castle there, it's you, right ?" I asked in an equally low whisper.

"Mmhmm." He answered on the same tone.

We stood there a considerable moment, just watching the fire breath a steady crescendo of strong healthy flames, sometimes burping golden sparks of light. Tom kissed me on the cheek and a wave imploded inside, in the core middle, at the root of the fire and rippled in it, on all it's height and circumference, like a small nuclear ring made of fire.

"I guess that ... saying "I love you" is rendered futile in such circumstances."

Any words were rendered useless in the face of such an immensely captivating spectacle.

An unusual noise distracted me. It was as if the sound of a bird flopping his wings was muted to a bare audible minimum and then that muted sound would have been amplified to a point where it covered all other sounds around us.

I wanted to tun around to ask him if he had heard the same noise, but I realized that I couldn't. I was sitting on his lap and all I could do was to turn my head and raise my face.  The other, the real Tom, smiled at me, a vague concern shadowed his eyes for a fast volatile moment.

"You heard that?"

He ran his fingers in my hair.

"Heard what?"

I frowned a little, trying to gather thoughts which could define adequately what I was trying to sound reasonably normal, or less fantastical than they actually were.

"It sounded like an amplified muted ... muffled ... bird wing ... sort of noise ... what you'd imagine an angel's wing would sound like.... I guess.

He chuckled softly.

"I think you had a really nice dream."

"Because, this is isn't one?"

Tom stretched out as I got up to to the same. I was just about done when he put both hands on my cheeks and pressed his lips strongly against mine, in a single solid confirmation.

"No, you are not dreaming, Sleeping Beauty."

"Tom, you are sure this is not a dream?"

Under the warm blanket, he bent over and bit hard on my neck, leaving me almost grasping for air. This spot won't content itself in turning blue, and the thought made me smile, which softly exploded into a shy chuckle as those same lips were not gently covering the same spot with apologizing kisses.

Somewhere in the far away forest of my soul, a fire burped particles of light the size of tennis balls and shivered in ecstasy, as a long slow wave of pleasure erupted from the core, its wave embracing the thickness of the fire as it rose like a rogue wave to reach the top.

Somewhere past the fire, a tall castle smiled in its stone walls, as a fortress could do.

This is a small continuation, sequel, to A Small Journey Into Love. It sort of spurred in my mind one random night before I fell asleep and I decided to keep it.

Monday, December 03, 2012

Having Fun with Loki

Started off on Facebook because of :

ladies i like to be tied and other things >:) tell me what do you do to me ???

  • Emilia Tokes how about i get rid of those pesky chains and you capture me with magic tricks and old poetry over tea ?
    Our God Of Mischief vs Our Prince Charming (Tom Hiddleston) *gets rid of the handcuffs* aahahha im free now im goin to attack ladies, tell me darlings how do you prefer too be attacked???? >:)
    Emilia Tokes Improvisation is an open door for excessive fun.
    Our God Of Mischief vs Our Prince Charming (Tom Hiddleston) ahahha, should i bite ears and necks first?
    Emilia Tokes You can start with who ever - I don't intend of moving from my spot - take your time.
    Our God Of Mischief vs Our Prince Charming (Tom Hiddleston) *start to bites ears necks* this is gonna be good 
    Emilia Tokes well the evening is still very very young so, indeed, it will
    Our God Of Mischief vs Our Prince Charming (Tom Hiddleston) *start to kissing your lips, take of your shirt slowly, then take your bra with my teeth, make you a hickey on the neck, take off your jeans slowly while i kiss you,take of gently your socks, and then take of your little red lingerie panties with my teeth, i will keep them in my pocket >:) , i will tie your arms with black silk scarfs, and i will run your body piece by piece, curve by curve, until i get the center of your legs and possess your flower, your sweet flower with my mouth,and watch you have convulsions, hearing you moaning for more,feel your hot breath as i reach down there with my butter fingers and reaching to multiple orgasms until you faint, and then watch you sleep like a beauty, breathing slowly.*
    Emilia Tokes I like your plan for the evening! at the ... slight exception that I never wear lingerie, especially not bras ;) I don't like superficial crap between the external cover up and the honest truth underneath ^_^ the rest is accurate - might throw in a few passionately appreciative comments - all depending on the inspiration of the moment of course
    Our God Of Mischief vs Our Prince Charming (Tom Hiddleston) hmmm i see darling >:) *hands in hips* you tell me what do you do to me right here right now, uncensored, please don't be afraid to write what you think >:)
    Emilia Tokes since you are asking so nicely.

    I would start by shoving my tongue in your mouth and kiss you like a drunk sailor for as long as I can hold it, while a hand will stragetically go down south and sneak behind enemy lines. You still have your pants - wh
    ich is completely unfair, considering I am butt naked sitting on your lap. That will be taken care of. But everything in due time eh ;) So then, when I'll be out of breath and bored with your mouth, I will go down to your neck and tour it with a wet tongue, appreciating the soft and yet coarseness of your men skin, pushing my tongue in your neck's pit as if it was a woman's secrete garden. This small distraction should keep you from focusing too hard on the spy hand which has by now reached the primary target. You might - as you are surprised - tense up a slight but and grab something of mine as a first instinct. Accepting the fact that you are aware, I will then lower my lips and taste your manly breasts, rolling my tongue around your nipples, nibbling, sucking and wetting them. The hand, by now, is completely in your pants, pinching and rubbing and stroking your manhood.
    Our God Of Mischief vs Our Prince Charming (Tom Hiddleston) mmh i like it :) i mean i loved it you know how to treat a man ;)

    • Emilia Tokes yay! you're still alive :D *relief* and reasonably not traumatized - always good! happy you like my style ;)

Randomness of Life #2 - December 3, 2012

I just love how the randomness of this came on my facebook page! 

Friday, November 30, 2012

One amazing Friday!

It seems as if everything just unlocked all of a sudden, or as if the sun rose behind the hills, allowing me to see and enjoy the landscape.

I have had my zazzle store up and running for quite some time now, but I never gave it significant importance nor hopes.

I have been drawing Puffies since 2005, but they were most likely ignored and not taken ... well, seriously is a word far too out of reach to be even considered...

But let me start this off as it should. I have a tendency to wander off when I attempt to create introduction contexts.

Today I walked down to the nearest Staples store located inside the Marché Central to pick up printed posters which were ready for me, which I dropped off yesterday morning, got the call yesterday afternoon past 5pm, and went to pick them today.

I go there and nicely wait in line, while a gentleman was being served - printing CVs and reference letters in multiple amounts. My posters were given to me and opened before so that I can test proof them or see if i am satisfied. I nearly fell on the floor with contentment! The quality of the paper - a stronger glossy thick cardboard-ish sort of paper! in that poster format (18x24)! The ... feeling of seeing your work printed like that, looking all perfect and professional! I was squealing, I will admit it!

The posters had white boarders because in the process of resizing them - i had originally designed them 27x40inches which is a real movie poster standard format - and since the printing team was nice enough to not cut off my copyright and other texts - they printed as they could and left the white edges which the printing department asked me if I wanted off. While they did, I tried to print a set of cards I designed for community project, which didn't quite worked out, so I will drop them off tomorrow or Monday to be printed and sent off as soon as they are ready. So, I go back to the desk, pick up my stuff, and head out.

Staples and the Dollar Store are one next to each other and there is a bench in front of the dollar store where people sit down or sort their purchases. I saw a man there but I thought, I'll take the far out side and put away my posters. What was not my surprise when I noticed that the man was the client before me, at Staples! I do now know if he in fact waited me out or if this was random, but, he addressed me nonetheless and asked if the posters were real movie posters, to which I giggled and confessed that no, they were fake movie posters that I designed and illustrated.

I take off the elastics and show him my works, explaining that, since I don't draw humans, this is my way of doing art.

The first one top was Project Wendy, and I felt the need to generally give him a context.

"You know the movies Thor and The Avengers?"
"The guy who plays Loki did a sort of a sketch or something in which he was a fake delivery man, he improvised this mustache, which he called Wendy and it became a social thing on the internet. This is a silly little thing done inspired by that. And the rest is for his birthday present."

Then came Midnight in Paris (also landscape oriented) to which I precised that I hadn't seen the movie, but the title inspired me. Then the Christmas ones with my own characters which he totally loved! I shared the joke behind Ding!Dong! The Christmas bells are ringing which started off as my friend spotting 3-4 snowflakes one afternoon and my character Sybille feeling the need to knit them scarves and tuques.  Then I introduced him to Suzy Snowflake, a classic old winter holiday song and Tommy's Angels, to which he instantly recognized the Charlie's Angels reference! I was so happy! And lastly Walpurgis Night (with German title).

He congratulated me again and shared his appreciation of my work. He asked me if I was working and I said no, not at this moment, but now, with some time, I wonder if he didn't mean if I worked as a professional illustrator or publicity creator.

He shared his appreciation of my work once more and I finished wrapping my stuff, as he also left and went on his way.

When I was done, I also went in the same direction to walk back home and haha - there he was on the same street, and we met again at the corner before we crossed. I then sort of walked ahead of him and he probably went on his merry way home and me, to mine.

But the fact that a total random stranger liked my work so much! with repeated praises comforted me and reassured me in my ... desire to send these off to my Muse. I doubted a couple of times, to even finish them, then to print, then to send them, but each time, I either got a dream, or a sign - like today - that I was doing the right thing.

After I got home, and made myself a tea, and created the official Puffies page on facebook, I went to Zazzle to check my stuff and add the Christmas cards designs and what is not my surprise, as i go through the profile update procedure, to notice that I actually sold items! I know that I had sold Sybille doing sky or winter sports last year or so, and I was not expecting anything after that! But i'm thrilled to see that I also sold a men's t-shirt of Mjolnir (Thor's Hammer), Kitty Khat (the blue and purple illustrated fantasy ca), and Christmas hollies sticker :D

Today was grand! And just to know that there is someone out there wearing MY design! it's grand!

Sunday, November 25, 2012

It feels like

It feels like suddenly liking and wanting a dish one never took any special interest in before, a dish one knows to be dangerous, because of serious allergies, and yet, this one time, one feels uncontrollably driven to take a bite, or two, or to finish the plate, even if it means a possible death after the meal.

And it feels odd and it's scary because the dish is now all of a sudden very real in front of you, appetizing, with exotic and yet familiar scent, taunting and burning your hunger.

It was easier before when the dishes I craved for were, and still are, not in my own dimension.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

I want to love Whom I want to love

Translation : I would like to love like I want, who I want, at the moment I want and where I want.

And I am actually doing it.

I have decided that I wouldn't give the slightest fuck to people disagreeing with how I feel about a certain man. This is My Heart and My Life. If my heart made this choice, I fill follow the path it is tracing for me and enjoy every step of the way!

Wednesday, November 07, 2012

who is your character in avengers?

Tony Stark / Iron Man
[ ] You like booze - nothing like Jack Daniels meets Dr. Pepper
[X] You are the life of the party - I can thrown in a few good lines and crack some jokes
[X] You love gadgets - d'uuuh!
[ ] You can be rather cocky
[] Your favorite color is red or gold - PINK and grey
[X] You're good with computers - noob geek, working on being a real geek
[X] You use sarcasm a lot - you can't possibly imagine.
[] You love getting attention - nah. I try to stay clear out of it
[ ] You're good at mechanics - I suck so bad it's not funny!
[X] You have issues with your parents - Yup. Massive ones.
Total : 5/10

Dr. Bruce Banner / The Hulk
[ ] You're good at science - I suck.
[ ] You can get very aggressive when ticked off - I avoid conflict. Gives wrinkles.
[X] You like to be secluded most of the time - yeah. routine is comforting.
[X] You like wearing baggy clothes - it's called COMFORT and yeah i prone that
[X] You like to meditate - yes and pray and think and chat with myself
[ ] You like doing science experiments - only in the kitchen!
[X] You try to avoid getting into fights - yeah - I don't wanna kill for free
[ ] You like wearing purple things - eeew no.
[X] You're clever - I been told so
[] Your favorite color is green - not even around Christmas, sorry
Total : 5/10

[ ] You're good with a hammer - well depends what you want me to smash....
[X] You like coffee - Fokyeah!
[ ] You can eat a truckload of food and still be hungry - nah - i eat, i'm done. let's move on.
[X] You can be arrogant - yes.
[X] You have long hair - Rapunzel length! (they do reach the crack of my ass)
[X] You have an interest in astrology (astronomy*?) I'm an astrology freak!
[X] You can get sulky when things don't go your way - I take it too personally yes, defeated to the core
[X] You're willing to take a fall for someone else - I always apologized to one day teachers for the class' bad behavior
[ ] You like to dress up as fantasy characters - O_o i'll pass on that thank you
[ ] You don't get on well with your sibling(s) - I love my sis!
Total : 6/10

Steve Rogers / Captain America
[X] You like helping those in need in any way you can - 24/7 if I am asked
[X] You hate bullies - I was bullied myself, so obviously I don't go promoting them!
[ ] You're a great leader - If such situation would arise, i presume...
[X] You're a bit of a do-gooder - Yup Yup !
[ ] One of your favorite color is red, white or blue - PINK.
[ ] You like wearing things with stars on them - nope.
[ ] You strongly admire the army - Absolutely NOT. I admire the medieval knights.
[ ] You have a good throwing arm - keep dreaming!
[ ] You like war films - Can't stand them! Unless it's ID-4 or Star Wars
[ ] You're good at running - I used to. I had this great trainer back in grade school. He had a crush on me, ran after me, i ran away from him : morning. break, lunch! I was in Top Shape! Dammit! I need a guy to run after me to get back into the swing of things!
Total : 3/10

Colonel Nick Fury
[X] You like wearing long coats - It's called keeping your legs warm in winter. (And In Canada, you foken need it!)
[X] You're good at organizing things - I'm a master at classifying!
[ ] You're good at being in the loop - Dude! I live in the neighbor galaxy!
[X] You like guns - Well, they are quite sexy if well designed.
[X] You're good at giving information to people - I am a good teacher.
[X] You like giving solutions to people's problems - I do that on MSN 7 days a week.
[ ] You like eyepatches - Only on Halloween Nights when I am a pirate.
[ ] You work best as part of a team - I work best on my own.
[X] You like beards - If it's on Tommy-Cakes... yes.
[ ] You like wearing black things - Depends...  if they are comfortable.
Total : 6/10

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow
[ ] You like wearing tight clothes - Not in this life!
[ ] You can do martial arts - in my dreams at night. Spent a couple years though.
[ ] You're intrested in the world of spies - Nope. I'm into SWAT teams and assassins.
[ ] You have red hair - Dyed them once.
[] You're quite agile - Miss Clumsy!
[X] People generally don't know much about the real you - they keep telling me that!
[] You like to make yourself look good - Euh -- nO! You take me as i am. Deal with it. I hate make up
[X] You can speak another language - French ad Hungarian
[ ] You're good at taking orders - Deeeepends! I'm good at executing but I'll decide if I agree or not beforehand.
[X] You were born in a different country to the one you are living in now - yes, good ol' Transylvania!
Total : 3/10

Clint Barton / Hawkeye
[ ] You're very good at archery. - Never touched a bow and arrow in my life.
[X] You currently like/love someone on your team - Is Tom on my team ? I presume he is since I'm his fan....
[ ] You like to wear purple and black - Nope. Definitely NOT.
[ ] You're very good at aiming - In my dreams perhaps
[ ] You've worked at the carnival - Never even went to see one!
[ ] You like working in a team - I'm a lone wolf, buddy!
[X] You're up for almost anything thrown at you - I am good at deciding if I want to take the risk or not to accept what is thrown at me to deal with it.
[X] You'd be a top assassin if you ever took the job - Fuck yeah! I have some years of experience.
[X] You're quiet - Too quiet = Dangerous. That is me.
[X] You tend to get along with people well - Yeah, most of the time!
Total : 5/10

[] You want to be a great leader - Fuckno!
[X] You want to prove something - Yes.
[X] You're the younger sibling - hehe indeed.
[X] You've been/are overshadowed by a sibling - It's the opposite entirely but feels as wrong!
[ ] You don't get along so great with your sibling - I love her!
[X] You're good at lying - I'm very skilled, indeed.
[ ] You're adopted - I wish.
[X] You're very clever - Been told so.
[X] You are able to manipulate people well - Yes, if I really want something out of them. But most of the time i feel bad receiving stuff.
[X] Your favorite color is green or gold - Nope. Pink, or grey or white, or blue.
Total : 7/10

Fuckyeah! I'm Loki!

Friday, November 02, 2012

Love and finding your home

TOM TALKS- “When I fall in love with someone, then that doesn’t “just” happen… When I love someone’s character, over time I’ll see that personality, I love so much, shining through their eyes and fusing with their appearance, turning them in the most beautiful girl in the world. It’s not about appearance, it’s about someone’s beautiful, amazing, wonderful, fantastic personality, you’ll see every time you look at her. It’s about the fact that when you look in her eyes, you just feel home… You forget all your problems, all your fears, you just feel safe, you feel like you’ve finally found a place where you belong… A place you can spend an eternity, where you will spend an eternity, cause those enchanting, beautiful eyes will slow down time and make every second; looking in her beautiful eyes, right into her amazing personality, last more than a lifetime. It’s about the fact that the whole world, the whole universe just looks so much more beautiful! All of a sudden everything looks different and your heart will just start smiling. That’s what love is all about… the moment someone you only “liked” before, changes into the most aesthetical pleasing girl in the world. The moment you realize how blind you’ve been all those days, how you were living in a fake universe, never knowing that the only thing your life is all about, the only thing that keeps you smiling, was all the time right next to you.”— Tom Hiddleston (on finding love)
Emi replies.
No Kidding.  
Seriously. That is pretty much my quest and I nearly found it! I just need to find out if Henri has a physical living incarnation at the moment, and who happens to be. Though - I have to admit. I fear sometimes, it's a part of you. You have the sea in your eyes and the cathedral in your heart. And that is my home. 
Dear Muse, you see, that is the problem. That is why i have tried so hard to avoid you, to run away from you and what you inspire me. I have searched for home all my life, to a place, to a person to belong to, and I fear that you are far too great to be that person.  And I love you and I cannot deny that. I care for you, for your happiness, your well being; I wish to inspire you, to make you smile, to make you happy. I would be the first to play Cupid if I knew another woman would make you happy, and if I could influence the odds. Yes it sounds weird but love is like this ; you want the other's happiness to glow int heir eyes, before your own selfish needs and desires.
I have loved men that appeared in my dreams because they were that - people living in another realm where things are possible with a heart's secret sight. I could conjure up a thousand excuses, they are all valid and they all can be tossed aside by your hand. Funny isn't it? One's stone wall can be washed like a child's sandcastle. I think what frightens me the most is my own feelings for you and how far I am ready to go, to please you. It's not something I am accustomed to experience or even feel. I always stood my guard, not allowing real men to reach me. The ones I loved, never knew I had feelings. But you, you know it. The question is - have you read between the lines of the social mask to see glitter the secret honesty laying there at the pond's bottom. And I hope and I pray you didn't. I hope and pray you have read that rapidly. glancing over the lines of my confession as you would for any other fan of yours who had declared the same things - more or less. 

I see you in my dreams, almost every night. That is almost all that I need. I guess. For now. 

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Inappropriate Meme

stolen from deviant art - mouhaha -originally from

1.) Go to and type in your answers to the following questions.
2.) Post the 1st definition it gives you.
3.) Tag someone after completion.


The kind of girl who everyone loves. She's stunning and is always lovely. She has a cute face and a great body. Normally she originates from Italy or Spain.
Girl 1 'Wow look at that girl , doesn't she seem amazing?'
Girl 2 'Yep, she's definitely an Emilia'


The age at which most women stop aging (or so they say!).


The perfect boyfriend; someone who will stay on the phone with you just because, someone who opens doors for you, someone who makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside whenever you're near them. They generally tease you a lot. But you never care.

Living :

That's what you do after you are born and before you die.
Can't ya bet Just a tad bit more.... specific ??

Pink :
A word girls wear written across their butts.

A type of extra terrestrial being (alien). Usually the most common amongst alleged abductees. Also the type most commonly connoted with the Rosswell, New Mexico crash site.

Some believe Greys are of the same species of alien as Reptilian. This is debatable.

Tirgu-Mures isn't defined yet.
Transylvania :

Transylvania forms the western and central parts of Romania. Comes from latin "trans" meaning across and "silva" meaning forest. So it literally translates to "the land across the forest".
Transylvania usually is accosiated with vampires, which is up to you to decide is true or not.


The idea of perfection. The 8th Month of the year in certain European and Asian cultures signifies greatness in achieving perfection, or something close to it.

The age at which an American can drive a car and get a job, but still can't vote.
Legal age for fucking in the UK.

The age of consent in most countries.

Best Friend

Best Friends are very special people in your life. They are the first people you think about when you make plans. They are the first people you go to when you need someone to talk to. You will phone them up just to talk about nothing, or the most important things in your life. When you’re sad they will try their hardest to cheer you up. They give the best hugs in the world! They are the shoulder to cry on, because you know that they truly care about you. In most cases they would take a bullet for you, coz it would be too painful to watch you get hurt.

1. A typically short girl, who makes up for her lack of height with her extreme beauty, hilarious sense of humour and outgoing nature.