I’m going to be moving the beginning of June, and once I get myself unpacked I will have plenty of time to get my act together!
Hope to have you visit back Mid-June or July! Thanks for stopping by!
-HalloSpaceCat
Maybe it’s just me, but a lot of the problem I have with DoA is wading through a lot of comments. I know this sounds heartless, but I guess I have a hard time reading through forty people saying “How nice!”… I guess I hate the “like” function on facebook, but it could be useful on DoA. I mean, a lot of times you just want to say that you like whatever they’re doing, you don’t actually have something useful to contribute. It’s not that I don’t want people to look, and I’m not berating people who say nice things, I guess it’s just irritating when you’re in a photo thread, and you end up just skimming the millions of “I can’t wait until I have a doll and I will do that!” or “I did this same thing to my doll and I did it better!”.
Maybe I’m just hard-hearted and cynical.
Or lazy.
Okay, so I’m posting a bunch of pictures and they don’t have much point, they’re just here. Enjoy!
I’m a big fan of this new wig courtesy of Armeleia. Somehow it really brings out Chrys’ eyes. Yay!
I need a wig now with colour this rich so Moth isn’t completely washed out though. I like the aesthetic of Chrys being colourful and Moth being pale, but too pale and she looks just bleah.
Whenever I take slightly-from-above pictures of Moth, I again realize how intense the Lishe nose is. It can actually be touch to capture properly because she’s either Cyrano or the Phantom of the Opera. (Talk about tragic heroes with nose problems, those guys should compare notes. And they’re both French. But I digress) <3 Moth.
Squidge is here lounging on a rose. It was sort of hard to get this picture, but I figure we all need a little spring now that it’s getting into the icky part of fall. For some reason around here, Summer just became winter, but there’s no snow, just dead leaves. The leaves didn’t even really change, they just died, crumbled, and are filling gutters.
Finally here we have Squiney looking cute as ever perched also on a rose. I love that her little dress has roses on it too, although sometimes I wish she was a little less pouty and a little more smiley. It just makes her look so stressed!
I hope you enjoyed. Tune in for next time I get a moment to take pictures of their fall ensembles.
First, you must tame me...
You should be careful wandering through the forest… you might come across wild animals…
Brek-kek-kek-kek!
Or a Frog Prince…
Why, _hello_ there..
Or a lounging, flirty little fairy…
Everyone is a flower
Or even a venturous fairy peeking out of a tree?
~<@>~
“Hey, Moth! You know those yellow flowers?”
“Oh, these?”
“Yeah, if you hold them under your chin, you can tell if you’re in love!”
Tilt your head up and we'll see!
“Somebody’s in love!!!!”
“Chrys, it’s just a silly superstition!”
“Yeah, you’re just not telling your beloved sister…”
"Well _I'll_ never be in love!"
(Please note that a small portion of the story is missing from here, and it will be added ASAP. Summary: We meet Moth and she takes a little dip in the river.)
Moth brushed the water droplets from her pale skin, then flitted about to gather greenery to assemble for her clothing. Smoothing down the leaves and with a puff of shimmers, the greenery reshaped into a pair of striped leggings, a black and green fluffy skirt, and a black covering for her torso. Glancing back, Moth was reminded, with dismay, of the lack of wings to adorn her back, but shook her head to think of happier things, like the impending job of waking her sister.
“Grrrrruh…?” was the reply to the gentle knock on another small door in a nearby birch tree. “Mrrrrm,” emanated from the door, followed by a ka-thunk ka-thomp ka-thump. The door screeeeeed open, and two bright blue, narrowed eyes glowed out of the darkness. “Mrrnnng?”
“The day has come, Chrysalis!! Another day for searching!” Moth reached into the darkness and grabbed her sister’s hand, yanking her out of her home and tossing her down to plunge into the stream below. Clambering down after her, Moth waited by the side of the water, holding out a large, soft leaf to wrap her shivering, but now awake, sister.
“Why.. oh WHY do you DO that every morning?” Chrysalis glowered, snatching the leaf and wrapping it around her naked body. She smoothed it over her lithe form, and with a flick of her fingers and an annoyed glare at Moth, changed to leaf into a fluffy pink dress.
“Because otherwise you don’t get up until noon, and we have so much to do today…” Moth stared after her sister as she strutted back to the water, gently pulling out a few droplets of water, fashioning them into a little mirror that floated in the air, and began fluffing up her hair into two curly ponytails.
“Well, when the sun is at its height, so am I!” Chrysalis grabbed the mirror that had begun floating away, readjusted it to see her reflection again, and resumed fretting over her appearance. Moth rolled her eyes and hunkered down on a small mushroom to wait. “And I totally saw that.”
One hour and forty-five minutes later, Chrysalis beamed and added the final touches to her appearance, down to the tiny crystallized water droplets adorning her hair in a band. “Perfectly CHARMING!” She squealed joyfully, spinning around to parade in front of Moth. Her glee melted into a glower and she noticed her sister sprawled over the mushroom, snoring and drooling slightly. Chrys’ right eye twitched, and just as she opened her mouth to shout, she noticed a suspicious humming sound coming from behind her. She turned, only to be bowled over by a swarm of tiny elves making a deafening roar as they swooped in, riding ladybugs and flies and mosquitos and stinkbugs.
Chrys growled to herself, picking herself up to dust off and then scream at those mischievous fee when she was knocked over from the other direction by a throng of pixies whooping and riding in on robins and bluejays and sparrows and grackles, intent on eating the transportation of the elves.
“STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!” Chrysalis finally screamed, wiping the mud off her once-pristine clothes and hair.
“Mmm..” Moth stirred and stretched. “You done yet, Chrys?” She turned and gasped in shock to see her sister sitting in a mud puddle, arms folded and glaring, while above her head a small fairy war was being staged.
Chrys’s left eye twitched. “I… hate… everything.”
The leaves rustle softly in the light breeze that swoops down, starting from a celestial wind current a coursing down through the atmosphere. It courses as it leaps from planet to planet, quasar to comet, collecting stardust and rushing down towards a shiny blue and green earth below. The sun’s light races beside the whispering wind, slowing as it pauses on every surface it can touch. It caresses and warms the trees as their leaves “shhh” each other, afraid to wake their inhabitants below.
The lightly-sleeping birds peek their little eyes at the soft sun, and fluff themselves in a flurry of feathers to shake off the offending dew, leaning down to poke at their chicks. The chicks, in turn, suddenly feel the pangs of having not eaten in at least several hours, and determined to make their problems known, begin screeching with all their might, stretching their necks, preparing to be the first to grab the coming feast. Their parents flutter off with the sighs of worried parents, calling to each other to greet the morning and prepare for a new day. A young robin flits off to find food, when it suddenly spies a tiny door among the knots of a knarled, old tree, and grasping firmly to the ashen bark, gives a couple of hard pecks to the door.
Have you found the Uncarved Carver?