Mask

Well, my pixie needed a friend.

Although that's absolutely no reason to draw another pixie, a fourth watching of Velvet Goldmine (Best. Screen kiss. Ever. And, as I must constantly repeat, the fact that it's between Euan Mcgregor and Johnathon Meyrs-Davies has absolutely nothing to do with it) after reading the lyrics on some of AH's newest songs and listening to Bauhaus's Crackle made me squeal.

Thus the three amalgamated into the squeal. The squeal was "Jesus mother of... GLAM GOTH PIXIES!!!!"

So of course, he had to be male. The fact that he has blue-white hair and a spider broach and is vaguely anime has very little to do with it, though, and is conected to an entirely different part of my brain. And yes, he's listening to that dodgy, yet infinately cool guitar solo at the end of Mask. Blatantly.

Boy howdy do I ramble.