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[Ank] Crappy Lesbian Brides, Tentacles, Monsters and Misc. Nonsense
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I like gals... out of armor tooI love gals in armor!
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It is 1507-1521, somewhere in Western Europe. Society is changing, and a fad for public nudity in art is all the rage. Many a famous noblewoman simply had to have a naked portrait painted, with other notorious public figures in attendance if possible. These are some of the more notable items from the Marquis de Macramé collection in Toulouse. Note the appearance of Lady Oiseau, the sister of the lady-in-waiting to Mary Scarlette, the Fishmonger of Seville; she is holding what must be the flowers used to poison her husband's conger eel pie (a blatant and somewhat tasteless profession of guilt, made even more vulgar by the painting of her recently deceased husband situated behind her). Various sources confirm that most of the women were not white as was fashionable at the time but in fact a ruddier hue closer to that of aged cheese. The degree of whitening in portraits depended heavily upon the fee paid to the artist; whiter usually meant a heftier price of commission.
The Marquis is famed for his love of the more petite women and his collection houses those with smaller chests. For the bustier ladies, one should visit the Musée d'Oppai (The Louvre of Roppongi), open intermittently on April 1st whenever the owner forgets the date.
The Marquis is famed for his love of the more petite women and his collection houses those with smaller chests. For the bustier ladies, one should visit the Musée d'Oppai (The Louvre of Roppongi), open intermittently on April 1st whenever the owner forgets the date.
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Thank you! I'm looking forward to seeing more of your work posted too! It's good to see folks trying different things too, and experimenting like yourself. AI is a fun tool we should all play around with it!Goodness, these are good!
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W.C. McGee (1878-1961) was an American photographer most famous for his portraits of rural ladies in the 1920s and a series of somewhat controversial commercial calendar photographs for the American Birdwatching Society (ABS) in the 40s (featuring pretty women dressed as various birds, wearing feathers and little else*). Although his name is no longer a household one, connoisseurs still hunt for his work in garage sales and country barns. The holy grail was a Leica A camera discovered in a closet in Boise in 1991, filled with undeveloped film. Some of the pictures were published in a magnificent coffee table book, "W.C. McGee, photographer of Birds and Babes," but it was never reprinted and is somewhat difficult to find these days. Here is a selection of some of his work. It should be noted that he was quite proud of his work and also very proud to take pictures of any beautiful models, usually housewives, waitresses, and a surprisingly large number or minorities at the time (note the various Asians and Native American); he was reported to have said, "Heck, if she's purdy, she's purdy. The camera don't lie, do it? Don't be mean-like to folks. Folks is folks." It should be noted that while quite skilled, he never finished high school and spoke in a vernacular peculiar to his hometown. He also is known for never having affairs with his models, who respected and was respected by his subjects (who often sought him out to make a little money when times were lean). Enjoy.
*Membership increased 429% after the release of the calendars, and McGee was hired for 4 more years until forced out by a the ABS's new president, one Lachlan Ashford. Ashford was eventually revealed to be a plant by the rival Audubon society, and fired in disgrace, but not before his damage was done. The ABS never recovered from the loss and their last publication was issued in 1953. They were bought out by a poultry farm (for the name recognition) and today they make two regionally well-known chicken pot pies, but they are not what they once were.
*Membership increased 429% after the release of the calendars, and McGee was hired for 4 more years until forced out by a the ABS's new president, one Lachlan Ashford. Ashford was eventually revealed to be a plant by the rival Audubon society, and fired in disgrace, but not before his damage was done. The ABS never recovered from the loss and their last publication was issued in 1953. They were bought out by a poultry farm (for the name recognition) and today they make two regionally well-known chicken pot pies, but they are not what they once were.
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Abigail Withers was a witch, they say. She certainly knew how to spin a mystery, that's for sure. Raised by a coven and born under a dark star (or an eclipse, others report), she ran the small town of Sanctuary, MS. An unusually large number of black goats roamed free through the area, and hunters were forbidden from shooting them. Whether or not she was rich, she was often seen with fine clothing and in nice cars (never driving). Sometimes she was visited by politicians from Washington, or other places far away. She would have orgies, atimes, complete with blood drinking and demon worship, on the night of the full moon, it is whispered. Who knows the truth of it now? In 1923, she had a series of photographs taken, for... reasons unspoken. They were public knowledge, having been reported by a neighboring town's paper (the editor mysteriously fell over a ship railing. Twice. No more stories about her appeared in that paper thereafter), but the photos themselves were thought lost to time. Fortunately (or not?), the negatives were recovered, found hidden in a barn about to be demolished. This is surprising, because she claimed that the negatives and the photographer were destroyed in a great fire (the photographer was a jilted lover, and he, at least, survived. He moved to Wisconsin and prospered in commercial photography for cheese makers. But he never spoke of Abigail to anyone until he died in 1971). Abigail Withers herself disappears from public records sometime in the Spring of 1942. Perhaps she is still dancing in the woods, consorting with the black goats that never left the region. Folks say it is bad luck to kill them, even now. They certainly don't taste very pleasant.
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Blue Lagoon Tentacles are tickling the Ladies... XXX.
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Maybe only tentacles porn. Heh.Is there really anything better than tentacle porn?
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