Good Morning Beautiful

Sometimes, we need our dolls to keep us sane.

Mon, 17 Sep 2007 13:31:13 GMT

Kay and I have been working so damn hard at school and home that we've hardly had time to enjoy our resinites! So I whipped up this good ol fashioned photoshoot. It's like old times... (Except for the part where the pictures are a bit blurry. But that's my cross to bear.)

I wanted to do a shoot today with Aiden and Santino. They are our only 60cm doll couple right now, and I wanted some pictures of some dollie lovin. I was going to change Aiden out of the black fer S_P put him in... but I was too gorram lazy! XD

Enjoys?

Sluts.

Thanks for looking! I had so much fun with this shoot, and there were about a gajillion more pictures, but like always, I was insanely picky! XD

-T

My Brother's Blood Machine

Tue, 28 Aug 2007 15:47:38 GMT

Had to take pictures. Then I started to have fun so I took alots of piccurs.

Kay is out at her college orientation so me and the boys decided to commune. I actually like how these pictures turned out VERY much, and am thus crossposting them all over the internet. ;D

X posted on DoA. I'm pretty sure that I'll get some comments on what a sweet couple they make but I want you all to know that Nemesio is EVIL and probably a rapist.

NOT CUTE.

:D?

yes?
(BTW, I have one of each of these hoodies in stock right now on my shop)

Icarus Designs is Born! :)

Sun, 19 Aug 2007 22:35:32 GMT

Officially on it's feet!

Sale thread is located here;

http://www.denofangels.com/forums/showthread.php?t=159509

If anyone is interested in buying, just pop me a message and we can be on our merry way. There are currently four hoodies in stock, as well as one I'm working on. The last one that will be available for awhile in green and brown. :x

There's also a clone shop located on DoD if there are people more comfortable commercing over there.

I'm currently in the midst of ordering specially woven labels with the Icarus label. 'twill be lovely.

An Update

Fri, 17 Aug 2007 00:23:11 GMT

I did some more work today and came out with striped hoodie V2.0 this time the neckline is not messed and all is happy. See for yourselves;

There will be at least one of these for sale in the next few days. Watch for it me hearties. ;D

Reverse B&G T-Hoodie

Sun, 12 Aug 2007 19:29:36 GMT

Comission tiemz. I was asked to make this by a friend. Thus I have. For anyone else who's specifically commissioned a T-Hoodie out of me [you know who you are. ] expect yours to be done soon as well. :D

So long and goodnight.

[FUCKIN DAMN IT. *Snips threads* SNIP SNIP SNIP]

FOR SALE

Tue, 24 Jul 2007 00:05:21 GMT

For sale at the moment;

Green and brown embroidered t-hoodie. I've got two at 25$ ea. :D

Snag one here.

(All main seams are finished with a zizag stitch and the hood is lined in a soft brown material)

Doll Clothes Update.

Thu, 19 Jul 2007 02:35:52 GMT

My Harry Potter Spoiler of Doom is:
Sirius Black cures cancer dressed as a Morris Dancer
Get your Harry Potter Spoiler of Doom

>

On a completely unrelated note;

I make dorrie clothes. :D

Alright guys, I recieved my new sewing machine the other day; (About two days ago) And I LOVE it. It's gorgeous and wonderful and I've been sewing ever since. In fact, I think there's a picture of me on the internet RIGHT NOW sewing on it and looking thrilled.

ANYWAYS; I did a bit of a redo on Aiden's original shortsleeved t-hoodie and I have to say I'm personally pleased and in the process of making more.

What do you guys think of it? And if I were to sell these little buggers, how much would be reasonable? I was thinking like... 20$... but Iono. There's some embroidery on it and such so I'm not sure.

(The small little thread at the neck has been henceforth snipped. )

Bit of view of the simple machine embroidery fun I partook in.

Lined hood is lined. :D

HO'S - New faceup for Limho 44cm/Nevada

Sun, 15 Jul 2007 02:43:25 GMT

I finished doing a second faceup for Nevada today.

PICS. :D

Halfway ho piccin'. : D

Fuzzy finished Ho! I can do to improve, but I do beleive 'tis much better then my first one. :x

Bealart 2007 Preview + Dickboy

Mon, 18 Jun 2007 23:50:49 GMT

Today, I moseyed my way down to our old school for the year end art show. It was a very nostalgic time. For the last two years, I've worked the sales table at the Year End Show, and this year, just being a bystander was a little depressing. ;~; ( http://www.bealart.com )

For those of you reading who don't know, Beal is a highschool with a specialized art program for grade eleven students and aftergraduates to take college level art courses in a highschool environment. Kay and I both spent two and a half years in the program, and I eventually specialized in Textiles and Photography, Kay in 3D and photo.

I did have alot of fun though. A good friend of ours, Tanner Drabik; was watching the 3D room so I got to chat with him for a bit. I've posted a few photos of the work and he has quite alot of pictures. : D Unfortunately he wouldn't let me take a picture of him and his curly shoulder length hair. ;~;

Wood carving. Done by Keiran. Which if you knew him, you'd beleive. He's AMAZING.

This is a very large watercolour peice done by a very good friend of mine; Melanie Colley. She habitually works in coloured ballpoint and does HUGE pictures in just that. Her DA account is http://shinigami714.deviantart.com if you want to see her ballpoint stuff.

This is a peice by Dan. He was in my class last year, and specialized in 3D and film. This is a book he bought and cut the pages out of. He also bought a few dozen antique clocks and worked with their gears to make all his art peices this year. This is just one example of his MANY stunning works. I'm happy Dan's feeling better; last year he passed out in our classroom and had to have emergency heart surgery. No one was sure if he was going to live; I'm happy he did; and I hear he's doing really well now. : D

First of Tanner's peices. Tanner's style is 3D. He loves to weld and this was a metal barrel with this creature coming from it. It was rigged so that red water dripped from the monster's fangs above and into the barrel, where it was carried by tubes back up to drip from it's mouth again. The best thing? This shit smelled like KOOLAID. Tanner had to stay by it to make sure people didn't drink from the filthy barrel. (He caught people trying to anyway)

Another peice by Tanner. He actually made the skulls too. : D

Tanner's WALL O MASKS. Most of these were hand carved from wood. Tanner is damn amazing, and he's such a SWEETHEART to boot, despite his creepy work.

Textiles. A Crumb-cloth butterfly. This was simply beautifully executed. I had to include it.

Plush rabbits sewn by one of my best friends; Lauren. Her DA is http://shoelesscosmonaut.deviantart.com . I'm going to steal the blue and brown bunneh dammit. >:D

The first of three pictures I have of Sue Nham's work. She is the most amazing pottery student, and also a good friend as well. She creates most of her peices on the wheel and fires them with all sorts of glazing techniques. They are simply BEAUTIFUL.

More Sue.

These noodle bowls Sue makes are AWESOME. It's too bad they were all sold when I got there. D:

This is a painted self portrait by a girl named Jessica Ganitz. It would be so easy to hate this girl if she wasn't the quiet type who kept to herself. She is excellent at EVERYTHING. A superb painter, photographer, and illustrator. This was painted by her in acrylics. It's quite large as well.

I really REALLY miss being at Beal. There's something so inspiring about having so many amazing artists gathered together in one place. We all inspired each other to make beautiful work. ;~;

Now, Bealart aside. Today while I was walking home from work... I rounded a large bend in the road. There is a huge bush/tree at this bend, and as I walked around it, I glanced to my left, only to see a boy taking a piss in the bushes, his dick hanging out for all to see, looking MORTIFIED. Rightfully so. This was his front lawn and he looked about 16. Me? I had no outward reaction. If you were to watch me, you would have thought I just hadn't seen and all was safe. I turn up my MP3 player and walk on.

About two blocks later, I hear shouting behind me. The kid is following me, pants wide open, dick hanging out, yelling obscene things. Cars are driving by. People are staring.

I keep walking.

Jesus Christ. -_-.

A place kind of like...

Tue, 12 Jun 2007 00:31:18 GMT

Today, Abs finally finished painting Santino. She's almost out of MSC but she had just enough to finish off his face-up, and I couldn't be happier with him. He's totally gorgeous and I will take him everywhere with me from now on (With gloves on in case I accidentally touch his face. :x) Unfortunately, as Santino was finished... we realized we were all out of battery life (nearly) On the camera!

There was just enough juice for a few teaser pics. Santino's punked Koko's boy Dorian's scarf for this, and man, is that boy pissed off he can't swing his fists at him.

Aiden is totally missin one hot vamp here. FOR SERIOUS.

A real photoshoot tomorrow, promise. :D

Now I EXTRA cannot wait for Harper to come home. :C

Have I always Dreamed only of you?

Thu, 14 Dec 2006 17:34:10 GMT

Well, I've been combing through a bit of old fanfiction and come across a few drabbles. I may not finish the longer ones but these shorter ones are finished and ready for reading. It's a shame I haven't done anything with them, so I'll put them here and hope they are enjoyed.

Fandom; Kingdom Hearts
Rating; PG13
Pairings; RxS Little KxS
Summery; Thoughts and general dialogue throughout some aspects of KH2.

Yes, writing fanfiction probably makes me a dork. But a happy dork no doubt.

A story begins. No one speaks it, it just unfolds, undecided and unprecedented. This is how stories have begun for thousands of years. The reasoning is unclear, but fates may be involved. Choices are made outside the spectrum that is consciousness, and wheels begin turning. Motives become passion which are made real by actions. As it will forever be.
It all began while you were sleeping, and I was dreaming of you.

Have I always dreamed only of you?

I.

“Where is Sora?”

These words are mumbled with lips and a tongue I can’t place, but it seems all too familiar to me. This dialect, these smooth syllables that are sharp in their intent. Driven in their focus. Even now I remember.
Falling is fleeting but enjoyable in and of itself. Falling with him is thrilling and it’s all I can do to stave off his assault. He is vicious without remorse like a Heartless, but I believe, that if I could see his eyes, they would not be empty like theirs, or mine.
I dream of him. I want to say. But I fear and hate and the words do not clamor to fall from my tongue so I keep them back. I am cold and he is careless so I make quick work of his mistakes and think that if he were not a Whole, he would make a clever Nobody. But I feel his heart radiating from every action and intent. A heart I know I do not possess and I feel jealousy.
            The Keyblade. Why do you have it? Is this what this extension of myself is called? It feels like me and it have been one for the longest of times. Though his name is of no importance to me, I wonder how his sightless eyes seek out my form every time, and have the audacity to accuse my own eyes of being so much like his.
            Does he know, now, how much I am haunted by these very eyes? They stare at me from the mirror and a smile that is not my own pulls the corners of my lips up as fingers pull through hair that no longer belongs to me, trying to straighten it out.
            He does not see me. Just as the other who searched and is waiting outside the door for him to finish in the bathroom, never saw him in me.

            And I am alone.

II.

When we were young, we were the only people to exist in the whole of our small world. It’s something that creates tension. It’s something that creates conflict and competition was craved. We did it to better ourselves, and we also did it to amuse ourselves. You did it to impress her. I did it to gain your respect. Who knew we would end up like this?
I am searching for you. In the middle of nowhere and the coldness around my chest in this void that threatens to control me and steal my heart. But I fight it, knowing without a doubt my heart is not mine to lose.
Absence makes the Heart grow fonder, Sora. Is it the same with you?
Where are you? As if asking the question could clear away all the confusion. As if simply calling it to the wind would bring you back to me. It’s odd how now I can only remember the tilt of your eyes with fondness, your readiness to laugh with a smile of my own, when before, when the darkness took me, these things hurt me. They irritated me and they made me hate you. Though I tried not to.
I fought with a Heartless recently who seemed to have stolen your soul. But he was merciful if only because of his own confusion and I was able to escape.
He had eyes like yours, and a power like the one that was destined to be only yours as well.
But I did not feel for him, as I’m beginning to feel for you.
I am beginning to fear our destined meeting, Sora.

III.

Once, long ago, when I was a child, there was three of us. There was Riku. There was me, and there was you. You are nothing but a fuzzy memory to me now, and your name… I feel so badly that it’s escaped my memory. For this reason… I will find you again. I will wait for you because I feel like we made a promise together, you and I. That one day, we would see each other again. And though it seems like it has been long… I have trust that I will see you again. My shimmering, unreliable memories all agree on that one point, and I can do nothing but stare at the ocean, blue and reminding me of someone’s eyes that could have been yours if I could fit all the pieces together correctly.
It has been a year since Riku left. And I can only assume that you left with him. I can almost feel you laughing in the back of my mind as I struggle, but I know it is not cruel. It is kind laughter, teasing laughter.
Starts with an S. It is a clue, though a small one.
I will be waiting for both of you to return to me.

IV.

I never thought I’d meet you here, in a everyday place like this. I thought we’d meet next, battling for our lives but it seems almost as if I am battling for my life, seeing you standing here in front of me. With the wait and anticipation, it is difficult to breathe and function, knowing you are scant inches from my fingertips, smiling as if you are simply ten minutes late for one of our meetings.
It was fleeting for you, wasn’t it? Our time apart. I’ve been looking longer then you’ve been aware Sora, and through that I’ve mutated, changed. There is darkness in my heart that I recognize. But I do not give in, for fear that you would be disappointed. For fear of the smallest of frowns drawing your eyebrows low over your eyes. You study me and my changes, and the slow beating in my chest becomes a pounding bird pressing against bars in a cage, frantic and erratic as I hope you are not unhappy with what you see. My limbs are longer, my face more serious. It has known the strain of battle you see, and unhappiness. Though yours remains so bright that I can’t help but feel you lift some of the darkness from my weary shoulders, hiding it away where it will not touch me.
That is why you were chosen by the Keyblade, Sora. I think it is because it is impossible, utterly, for you to be corrupted and it is this power in you that draws darkness to your light. That draws me to your side, where I hope you will allow me to stay.
At least for a little while.

Is it Possible?

Sat, 18 Nov 2006 17:14:37 GMT

I've been actually trying to post to this journal for a few weeks and it always messes up because it hates me. Perhaps it will work this time. I've been spending lots of time lately working on my little Raiko. When I have a progress pic I'm proud of I'll post his face up but not till then. Kay's having a better time of it then me. Our ickle chillens arrived and I've got all the little sequential pictures to go along with them. So precious. We ended up getting two ARU kid Delfs from http://eluts.com and they're perfect little monikers of our twin boys' Raiko and Kyo. I am so understanding where these doll obsessions are coming from. I can't keep my hands off him until I'm happy with how he looks. ._. He must be perfect...

Been listening to alot of The Black Parade right now, and as BJD costume queen I feel it is my obligation to make them tiny Black Parade uniforms. Before you groan, yes, I do have the pattern peices already cut. I'm going to see my mother on tuesday to load off some stuff and she thinks maybe I'll be able to find a doctor as one around here is accepting patients. I must now flee as I think Raiko's face up is dry so I can mess with it more.

Rose

Cadmium and Cartilage

Mon, 30 Oct 2006 21:43:48 GMT

Today is the day Kay and I went offrole at school. We need money to go to the college we want and we won't get it if we keep going to school, which is bogging us down with work, plus we work too much as it is. This'll be a nice chance for us to organize, get down to work and really straighten our priorities out. Then we can head to school clear minded.

Keeping that in mind, I think I'll put a small tidbit of writing here. written by me, characters copyright me and Abs.

Feeling a flicker of a cold breeze ghost over satined ears, Canyon flicked the tips in annoyance, unaware of the endearing sight that was a pair of sweet virgin ears atop a child’s head moving on their own. He never quite understood the things adults did, and for that, there was somewhat of a distance between himself and a certain other. Especially of late. There were admonishments and time spent together, certainly. But Canyon was never quite certain for what the admonishments were truly for or what Moth thought when he looked at him so intently when he seemed certain that Canyon didn’t notice.

Lately, Moth had taken a habit to plucking half smoked cigarettes from between his pursed lips and dropping them into the snow, letting them burn out for themselves a small, shallow, melted grave.

“You really must give up these terrible things.” He would tell him, and it was one of the few times when that cultured, sophisticated voice could irk Canyon to no end. Of course he knew of the danger. If there was none, it wouldn’t feel half as good or make him even a quarter more rebellious then he imagined himself.

But Canyon wouldn’t say these things. He would simply shrug his shoulders under a loose fitting zip-up he usually pulled on most mornings and slide a hand into his own pocket, assured that the rest of his cigarettes were safely nestled against his hip.

Don’t get the wrong idea, of course. Canyon was not beginning to become loathsome of the taller man. He simply felt it increasingly pertinent he treat him more as he used to. Like an equal partner in a relationship and less like a father who had a certain fondness for kissing his son on the lips.

Canyon still remembered the day they had met. Breaths hung misty in the air and the young boy had been swinging himself silently in the twilight on a playground swing set, having ducked out to avoid his mother’s horrification about his newly acquired habit of smoking. In one capacity, he was enjoying the brisk night which tickled the tips of his fingers, nose, and ears a frosted red and left the rest of him warm, which could be attributed to the large fur-lined parka wrapped around his slender body. Alternately, he also enjoyed the feeling of abject rebellion when the smoke seeped into his lungs, curling around his heart and giving a fond tug.

Thinking himself alone, he had time to let slip his guarded appearance and enjoy the night. He made a mistake however, and became too ensconced in these simple pleasures to notice that he was no longer alone. At the first feel of hands on his lower back, pushing him to swing a bit higher, he did not even start. His tail swung wildly to keep him stable, and otherwise, he pumped his legs silently in what appeared compliance.

He had really simply assumed that Brink had followed him again, looking for a playmate in his older brother, who he seemed to worry about and for constantly. Now, Canyon could not help but look back on the moment with a slightly fond smile. Then, of course, when he happened to tilt his head back and look at his mysterious benefactor he had been alarmed beyond belief by this quiet, willowy creature who was pale even by moonlit standards. His name was Moth. Whether that had anything to do with the moth-musty suit he wore, threadbare and looking to have been feasted on by the very creatures from which he derived his name was something Canyon still didn’t know. Maybe he never would.