Wicked New Fetish

After that particularly nasty incident that we shan't go into in great detail here, but resulted in pink fairy-winged crocodiles fluttering around and viciously molesting anything green, including the Lost Boys, a small but significant number of pixies were exhiled from Never-Never Land. After a number of mercifully short yet disasterous stints at being well-meaning, productive members of the working community, including that dreadful thing with Big Ben striking thirteen seven nights in a row and the numerous resulting deaths by traditionalists, and that nasty little accident in San Francisco after Lesser Redcapped Toadstool and Trout Lily (All the fairies with the good names got to stay. Blatant favouritism, the bastards) had that arguement about whether Killing Joke's lead guitarist was actually a skilled musician or not, which destroyed quite a few city blocks, the pixies grew increasingly homesick. They decided to search for a place where they would be welcome; a place a little bit like home, with flowers, candy, beads and bright colours, but with less soppiness and a slightly higher age group and boys that were priddy and wore make up. And decent music. Decent music was very important.

Well... they found it.

But, indeed, to this day, the pixies are mystified as to why all these people keep coming up to them in the middle of the concert and gushing about how wonderful their costumes are, when in fact, they aren't wearing any. But it's a small price to pay for music you can really blast things into oblivion to.

Ah, yes. Astrid Haven. If you don't like them, you can't be my friend (Well, I say that, but in reality, I'd probably let you get away with it). This little girly's name is probably Bindweed or something similar (In which case, she's probably really pissed that her idential twin sister, Morning Glory, gets all the attention. Point? I know too much about flowers), but, looking at the cigarette, I suppose it could be Hemp or something along those lines. I now desperately want wings, and those shoes. Clever people will notice she's wearing a Victorian under-bust corset, which, although dreadfully uncomfortable, was waaaay too attractive to leave out. And, oh yes, vertical bridge peircings. Mmm... My favourite part of this picture? ... Without a doubt, the teddy bear. Thank you, and goodnight.