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This is a set of a broche, necklace and earhangers that's I've been working on the past 4 weeks, completed last Thursday.

All made from Sterling Silver. It's only 80% done, dark blue stones will be added later and will be photographed again later.

The broche is based on Jareth's pendant, I've been getting a lot of requests on custom made silver pendants of his, and this was a tryout to see as how it would go. I made a more feminine version of his pendant here because it's obviously for a later. The little heart-ish shape will hold a deep blue stone later on. Will photograph when that is finished ^^

I feel the need to make a long flowing dark blue velvet gown with this.. no? :D
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Copper earrings with rock crystal
collection 2011

sold out
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I originally created a version of this necklace years ago as a comission, and I was never quite happy with it. I had a lot of compliments from it, but I was never satisfied with the final results so I recently decided that I wanted to make a newer more detailed version of David Bowie's necklace from Labyrinth. By the way...Jareth is a Time Lord. >_>

This is a piece that I currently DO take orders for, and they are $30US + Shipping costs, so if you are interested in obtaining one, please sent me a note or check on ebay. My ebay seller name is BlueParadox.
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New project online! 4 pairs of my pop Knocker Earrings Labyrinth, in four different colors!

All earrings is online ON EBAY! AUCTION ENDING SOON! link here:

Copper Version -> www.ebay.com/itm/301183138012
Bronze Version -> www.ebay.com/itm/301183140407
RED Version -> www.ebay.com/itm/301183142488
White Version -> www.ebay.com/itm/301183144061

thank u all! :)
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Sailor Moon TV Show/Manga

Character: Sailor Cosmos
Convention: Animazement 2010
Cosplayer: Myself

Photo Taken By: AnimazeGuy-photosNXS
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Photog: ~Bakasteam
Armor Builder: ~E-M-O-Nex

Cosplayer: ~jnalye

At Malaysia International Toys Fair 2010, Mid-Valley Exhibition Hall.
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sisters of battle canoness
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Lady huntress leather armor.
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Name inspired of course by Skyrim ;)
Steel scales on left side, leather handmade scales on right side.
A lot of work for make and sew all of them !
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Steampunk
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SOLD but I'll be making another soon :) 

I hope you like my new hair bow/ clip on bow tie. You can find out more about it and buy it on my Etsy website, RandomWish: www.etsy.com/listing/178263637…
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This item you may purchase at my Etsy store.
Etsy [link]
Rest of designs you can find at my website: pinkabsinthe.eu
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Stay tuned for new promo/sales actions =)
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So I was at a flea market the other day looking for something cool for my steampunk costume when I came across this amazing pocket watch. It's from an old watch company based out of New York called the Ingersoll Watch Company and is dated 1889 (it even still runs!) Now all I need is a sturdy watch chain and I'll like like quite the dandy.
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Just a quick preview before I can get a photoshop style photo done. Huge, full metal, actually works. Motor is slow for convention safe, rather frustrated with that though. Next one will use a RC little gas engine :P

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I am getting pretty good at making hatbands. This one I think might be my best yet.

The band itself is made from what was left of two belts I'd taken apart to make straps for goggles. They're held together with brass brads, reinforced with flat brass wire. The back part of the centerpiece was part of a broken necklace; I removed what was originally attached using a hammer and solid metal leather punch; it was attached via a piece through a hole in the back, so removing the broken front portion and tamping out the connector left a perfect receptacle for the brad I used to attach the centerpiece. A bit of scrap leather from another belt I'd used was cut into a shape where I could shew some patterned felt onto it, then treated with a felt and leather water-proofing. Lastly, the horseshoe was sewn on using gold thread; the horseshoe was originally a loop earring. I removed or bent the earring post parts.

Like other hat bands I've made, this one is removable, meaning I can place it on other hats. It has a fixed circumference, unlike some others, but will still fit many hats, such as the big purple felt top hat at the bottom. I like the look of this hat band, as it reminds me heavily of an old style of hats I've seen with buckles or similar decorations on the front. Frankly, it turned out better than even I expected.

Also featured in many of these pictures are my Storm Goggles, Black Music Man Jeans, and in some shots my Pocket Compass.

Leather Horseshoe Hatband on Brown Stetson by Windthin
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Find it at my etsy shop www.etsy.com/shop/TheWhiteMand…

this item has sold but I can make another if you would like me too. it costs 30.00 leave me a note in my inbox, or on Etsy

Current promotion, use the word magic on your next order of 30.00 or more and get 10% off your entire order. 


I made this little seahorse while I was at salt lake comic con this last spring.  Its very pretty, more so when your holding it in your hands. Its a little sculptural piece around the 2 inch by two inch range but only slightly smaller. It has a thickness of about a half an inch in its thickest places. 


My favorite part is the back fin, just like seahorses that you find in nature it looks like a camouflage element, it could fit right in with a patch of coral. 

It is a signed piece, and one of a kind like all my hand made pieces.
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...but it's not working. He keeps flying away...

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My hairsticks again, but on a model this time.

Photography by Dave Fenton
The model's name escapes me at the moment.

(edited: as of this posting these are NOT FOR SALE. I am working on a version but as I already work 50 hours a week and don't exactly have a manufacturing facility at my disposal or the money to hire one, I can't make any promises. When/if I am able to change that, it will be noted here.
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Fully handmade work: necklace
technique: wire-wrapping
materials: sterling silver, fine silver, labradorite
Facebook page :D www.facebook.com/Lunarieen
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Look at all that tiny sushi!  

I see a caterpillar roll, sashimi, tuna rolls, sake nigiri, ebi nigiri....annnnd the rest you can use your imagination :)

Materials used:

-FIMO and Sculpey brands of polymer clay

-Kato liquid polyclay

-Glass stain

-Acrylic paint

-The 'platter' is a repurposed pendant finding from Michael's craft store


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Hand formed silver (999&925), chalcedony and pearls. One of a kind.
You can find my jewellery in my Etsy shop: www.etsy.com/shop/drakonaria
My website: www.drakonaria.com
My Facebook page: www.facebook.com/Drakonaria
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Wire wrapped tree of life pendant made of copper wire, decorated with chakra color semi precious stones: Coral, Carnelian, Amber, Aventurine, Turquoise, Sodalite and Amethyst chips. link
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I finished this piece several months ago as an engagement ring, cast in Argentium silver, as an original so no molds were taken.

Etsy Link: BronzeSmithDesigns
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Thanks For the DD!
Also thanks for all the compliments / critiques!
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Fully handmade work: bracelet
technique: wire-wrapping
materials: sterling silver, fine silver, leather and moonstone.
Facebook page :D www.facebook.com/Lunarieen
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Magic of the night

It's miniature handmade oil painting on a stone, it's much smaller, than on photo!
Agate stone size: 3x4.5 cm. 100% handmade painting. 
Painted by oil paints, covered by a special lacquer for a damage protection. 


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Rally the troops! The Emperor's hand is needed to defeat the Rebels, so buy Imperial Credit Bonds today and remember the boys in white and black!
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You can now buy this print as a laptop, ipad or iphone skin here! :)

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EDIT : thank you everyone who fav'ed and commented on this pic! i'm totally blown away by the response here. i never expected so many people would like this pic so much! so... a big thank you to all of you! :heart:

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she's not dead, just fainted.

oh, and also, pose ref from : fav.me/d25yyd1

AND.... here's the original sketch of the couple from 2008

(omg so long ago) which i had said i would repaint, but i didn't lol. fav.me/d1ifk16

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:iconatticraiders: did a photoshoot based on this!
 Faint of Heart - Faint of Heart - Persephone and Hades Romance
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omg! Someone tattooed this on their leg! www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbi…
Thank you! :D I'm honored! It was done by Sarah Miller, looks great!


large wallpaper version here : sandara.deviantart.com/art/HnP…
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My submission for the Weekly Trinquette Drawing.
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Queen of the Galaxy ! ;-)
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Bleona after the success of the red carpet at the AMA, could deserve nothing less than the cover of the Rolling Stones!
To shoot for the magazine, wearing a new Bleona straitjacket that forces the arms well behind his back, and a gag mask.

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Just an idea I had that ended up on the runway..
It's a gown that the arms attach to the bottom...it looked great on the Vitale Runway, as the model used the awkwardness and incorporated it into dancing.
Image done by Jon Cancelino.
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A portrait...

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Daz3d IRAY with a G2 model
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SteamPunk
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Experimenting around the theme of architectural robots and because damn I love old street lamps, and all that kind of details that makes an old city intricate and fascinating.
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Supanova Adelaide, 2015


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Supanova Adelaide, 2015
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"Nueva misión"
Fotografía realizada en el Shooting de Legend Factory el 15/06/2013
Organización y dirección: Legend Factory
Modelo: Marta Von Gore, Vero Villares, Ayana Sato y Nithael
Maquillaje y pelo: Loree Morales y Débora Pe
Estilismo: Legend Factory
(Asgaard, El costurero real, Nithael, Factoría goggles, Antonio Bordera, Rslove)
Ayudantes y making of: David López y Alfonso Dominguez
Photo/Edition: RebecaSaray with Pentax645D & Bowens
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Please if you download could you take the time to favorite!!!

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Fractal Created with JWildfire

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No me considero artista,pero disfruto con lo que hago y me gusta compartirlo con ustedes..
Do not consider myself an artist, but I enjoy what I do and I like to share it with you ..

Thank you all for your favs ! You've made me very happy.



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The Gaslight Volumes of Will Pocket: Turnkey
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by Christopher Dunkle with Lori Williams

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Copyright 2013 Christopher Dunkle


Prologue: The Story of New London




England. June 1840.

Two months into her marriage and pregnant with her first child, Queen Victoria is taking a public carriage ride with her husband, Prince Albert. A mad tavern worker named Edward Oxford interrupts the Queen's ride and fires two shots at the couple, striking both in the head. Both die along with Victoria's unborn daughter. Oxford is deemed insane, but because of the severity of his crime, is sentenced to death by hanging. The Queen's assassination, however, throws the country into a fevered panic, and with no direct heir left to claim the throne, England enters its “Black Period,” a time of civil discord, international disapproval, and broken government.

England. 1850.

England barely survives a decade under the rule of a string of temporary figureheads. Determined to find a proper heir to the throne, Parliament hunts down the man they believe to be the closest living blood relative to the late Queen, a man named Alexander Renton. Absolute evidence of Renton's royal lineage is never presented, yet the public accepts him as a successor. He ascends the throne, becoming Alexander I, and the great suffering of Britain finally comes to a close. What follows is England's “Bright Period,” a time of incredible societal and especially technological advancement. Brooding heavily on Victoria's fate, Alexander becomes obsessed with preventing the country from falling into another decline, and pushes the advancement of medical, mechanical, militaristic, and scientific studies. The British Empire soon evolves into an empire of machines, primarily built upon the developments of the forgone Industrial Revolution. Alexander's motivations and drive to improve results in a greater acceleration in these developments, particularly the commercial use of steam power, burning gas, and even a select few, limited, and experimental uses of electricity. Thanks to Alexander's fervent enthusiasm, England progresses over the next thirty years into a technological marvel. To make an example to the rest of the world, who had lost great faith in the British Empire over the preceding Black Period, Alexander I decrees the rebuilding of London, once the centerpiece of the empire that had since fallen into horrible disrepair. The entire area is rebuilt very nearly from the ground up and becomes what poets of the period call “a monument in steel and brass, a city alive with the perpetual turning of clockwork.” Alexander proudly titles his city “New London.”

Victoria's death also stirs in Alexander the importance of security. Under his command, the monarchy becomes heavier guarded and far more secretive. While this creates a feeling of detachment amongst the citizens, there is no great protest against this change. The public as a whole accepts these measures, wanting dearly to prevent another chance at assassination. Alexander becomes increasingly private, almost never appearing in public. He also creates the Royal Magnate Militia, a highly-trained, heavily-armed group of advisors who exist primarily as direct protection for the King, but also as general peacekeepers upon the streets on the city. The Magnates, as they are commonly known, become a symbol to the public of the King's unwavering dedication to security.

New London, England. 1888.

New London continues to grow and prosper, and by 1888, it is again a culturally-vibrant city and political hot spot. Steamships and zeppelins fill the sky, electric carriages and steam-fueled motorbikes zip through the streets, and gaslight lanterns glow upon every corner. As the city grows, however, so does the inevitable backlash against the aging Alexander I. People grow uncomfortable and suspicious of the King's secretive demeanor and demand to be more informed of the country's international dealings. Alexander takes great offense to these protests and in response becomes even more private with England' affairs. Further complaints are silenced publicly thanks to the intimidating presence of the Magnates, but discontented conversation continues behind closed doors. It is a period of achievement and discord, of growth and isolation. Of those pushing forward toward modernity and those left behind by it. Contrast is the flavor of the times.

New London, England.
October 1, 1888.
Twelve-fifteen A.M.


It is the meeting of the seasons, as crisp autumn changes into frigid winter. Snow has begun to fall and at this silent minute the city seems dead. It is a moment of bleeding in the city, as the last of the lively pubs open their doors and drain their patrons out into the streets. In one block of shops, down one such street, stands one equally-bled tavern, the Good Doctor. The last of the Doctor's customers are plodding through the door, and the establishment is quickly emptied, save for the two remaining at the bar. One's a customer, one's a tender, and between them are only air and time and a sticky glass mug.

Oh, and one of them is me.

I suppose that's relevant to add.


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The Prologue to Turnkey, the first installment of The Gaslight Volumes of Will Pocket.

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The Gaslight Volumes of Will Pocket: Turnkey
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by Christopher Dunkle with Lori Williams

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Copyright 2013 Christopher Dunkle


Chapter One: Pocket and Dandy




October 1, 1888

“You ever fall in love with the end of the world, Mister Alan?”
“That more of your poetry, Pocket?”
“Not this time, I'm afraid.”
“Because it's getting a little late for poetry.”
“Then don't worry.”
“I won't.”
“Good.”
“All right. I'll bite.”
“It's a long story.”
“You finish your drink?”
“Wait...yeah. Done.”
“Then go ahead and talk. Your tab's due.”
“Normal price?”
“Normal price. A story for a round. But tell it good, Pocket. Lots of flash and pop and romance. Give me my beer's worth.”
“The beer was a little watery tonight.”
“Then you can give me a weak ending. I don't care. Just start entertaining. It's getting dull in here.”
“Of course it is. It’s closing hour. I should be leaving, not spinning stories.”
“You think I’m letting you away with an unpaid tab? Bah. Start spinning.”
“All right, fine. If you’re so desperate for it, then…let me think. It all started more than a few weeks ago...in a bar much like this, come to think of it. You were there. I was—“
“No, no, no, Pocket. You can't just start off a good story with 'I was sitting in a bar and then this happened.' You've gotta start strong.”
“All right then...um...Ah. Got it. The cold British wind never feels quite so present as it does between the cracks of your fingers as you claw your way, tired and broken, to the tip of the highest steeple you've ever seen, your hands charred and dirty, your eyes on the figure poised on the point, framed in her tragedy by that divine moon.”
“Whoa, whoa. Wait a minute. Now you're on a steeple? On top of a church?”
“Well, yeah.”
“How did you get up there? What happened to the bar?”
“You said you didn't like the bar. And the steeple scene has flash. It's the big climax.”
“You can't just give me the big flash right away like that! You've got to work forward to it!”
“Well, I thought I could work backward and—“
“No, no, no. That's terrible. Look, just stick with the bar scene. Go from there. And none of that 'divine moon' talk. I've heard it a thousand times.”
“Okay…”
“And at least give this thing a title. Something that sticks with your audience.”
“You're a demanding critic for a bartender, Mister Alan.”
“I'm demanding when I'm bored.”
“Okay, okay. This…uh…okay…this begins the story of a girl.”
“Oh, good. I like those.”
“Will you let me tell it? Okay…this is the story of the unlucky. Of those select, unfortunate few that funny Mistress Fate picks like fallen cherries from the dirt and throws together under the baking heat of a fantastical pie. A pie of confusion and adventure. A pie of curiosity and pursuit and danger and, uh, vivacity! A pie of heartache and joy, of danger and revelation! A pie—“
“I thought you were going to tell the girl story.”
“This is the girl story!”
“Not the way you tell it. Sounds more like a cooking story.”
“Look, the image of the pie is there to paint a picture in the imagination of the audience.”
“So they'll be thinking about pie?”
“Okay, forget the pie. This is...sigh...this is, Mister Alan, the story of the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and the most ugly ride I have taken at her side. This is the story of your humble narrator, and above all other things, Mister Alan, this is the story of the turnkey girl.”

It was the dead of night in the golden city and I was off hiding from the cold and my own boredom. A few yellow-brown bubbles popped on the surface of my beer, I remember because I was counting them for entertainment while I waited to be drunk. Alcohol and I have an understanding. We keep the relationship professional. While a lot of gentlemen and even ladies I've met hold onto the philosophy that fun lies at the bottom of a glass bottle, I still maintain that the pastime of drinking is merely a stand-in for enjoyment, not a source.
I could, of course, be wrong in this theory. It is equally plausible that I'm just not a very fun drunk. At any rate, it wasn't stopping me from emptying my glass that night.
“Another round, Pocket?” the barkeep asked, leaning over the worn, wooden counter, his elbows hovering centimeters above the splinter-ridden surface. The Brass Rail wasn't known for much, and…something…something witty about its atmosphere, lack of atmosphere...sorry, I'm still drunk. Anyhow, it was a room with two ceilings, the lower of which was an artificial layer of grey-black smoke provided by the pub's exhaling clientele.
The bartender asked again if I was interested in another glassful of distraction. I don't recall what answer I gave, but if I decided on another beer he must've quickly forgotten about it, as I never received it. Just as well. I was content sipping on the remainder of my glass and watching the bartender not serve me a drink.

“Okay, Pocket. I get it.”
“Stop interrupting. You're about to make your debut.”

The barkeeper left his post and began fiddling with a rickety music box that was rigged up in the least cobwebbed corner of the place. A few kicks to its worn casing and a flourish of semi-sour notes filled the room.
“Ah!” the bartender announced, pride in his eyes. “What did I tell you?”
I raised my glass to him as he slid back behind the bar top. No one else I've met could ever get that box to spit a song.
“I was an idiot to ever doubt you, Mister Alan.”
“Yes, you were.”
I caught myself grinning and hid it behind my glass. The playing needle hit a particular bump in the turning wax cylinder, and the vocals began. Alan cracked open a new bottle of something and began singing along.
“Black sky tonight, and it ain't gettin' any brighter. Ships fly this night, but I think they're gettin' lighter…”
Alan Dandy. Good man, really, and an acquaintance I've made over time with very little effort. He's…I guess you could call him a freelancer, though it's unusual for such a profession. He works nights, tending bars across the city. I suspect he only takes jobs at dumps like the Brass Rail to mess around with the music boxes. Guy's got a soft spot for music. Like I said, I've never considered myself to be a career drinker, but he must think I am by now. I keep managing to run into Alan at various corner pubs and taverns all over New London. I don't know why. Call it fate. Sometimes I wonder if there's some reasoning behind which people you get stuck around in life, but then that's a storyteller response, isn't it? I'll leave it up to you. Anyway, the night rolled on and Alan rolled along with it, slapping bottles onto the counter for his whisker-riddled customers.

“Hold off a second, Pocket.”
“Now what?”
“Why are you telling me about myself? I know who I am.”
“Look, if I'm going to tell this whole story once, I may as well be prepared to tell it again. I've got to get used to setting up characters. This is my meal ticket, you know.”
“All right. Just move on, already. You've talked enough about me.”
“You shy, Alan?”
“Just get on with it.”
“Okay, so where was I…”

I wobbled on my stool for awhile and tried hard to listen to the music instead of the inebriated claims of female conquest that were being wheezed around me.
“I like the song,” I said to Alan.
“What's that?”
“I like the song. The singer, she's got a nice voice.”
“Yeah, that's a classic. Lady Jay.”
“Hmm?”
“The singer. Lady Jay.”
“Haven't heard of her.”
“You should. Great string of hits.” He poured something wet and rust-colored into a tumbler and slid it to a customer.
I took another uninterested gulp and realized that someone sitting next to me had been tugging on my shoulder for a good, I'd say, two minutes. It was a blonde someone and she smiled at me. I smiled back out of courtesy. The blonde someone was spinning her ankles around the edge of the stool and spitting peanut shells. She must have been seven, eight at the oldest.
My luck, the first woman to ever approach me in a pub…
“Hello, hello!” the little thing said.
“Hi,” I replied.
“What are you doing?”
“Sitting.”
“Oh. Me too!”
“Congratulations.” I took another swallow of beer and watched the child spin in her seat. “Aren't you a little young to be in a place like this?”
“My daddy says it's okay. I have ta' wait for him ta' finish doing daddy things.”
“Ah. Good man.” I tried, without success, to return to my drink.
“My name is Annabelle.”
“Hi Annabelle.”
“What's yours?”
Sigh. I fished around in my coat pocket and produced a small, dog-eared, white calling card and handed it to the girl. She took it in both hands and furrowed her brow.
“Can you read?”
“Of course I can read!” She furrowed some more, then traced her thumbs over each printed black letter that spelled out: WILL POCKET, THE ABSYNT BARD OF NEW LONDON.
“You misspelled 'absent,'” she finally said.
“I didn't print it myse—”
“What's a bard, then?”
At that point, Alan returned to my spot on the bar to collect empty glasses and sweep up Miss Annabelle's peanut shells. I shot him a look, hoping for a little assist in escaping my present company. He grinned and nodded back to me.
“Yeah, Pocket,” he said. “What's a bard, then?”
My mood, my face, and, somehow, my beer instantly soured. I met Alan's question with restrained annoyance and began to tap on the bar.
“Well…” I said, surrendering to this barstool interrogation. “It's like a performer.”
“Like an actor?” asked the girl.
“Sort of, but more of a storyteller. With tricks and songs and such.”
“Oh! Do you sing, Mister Pocket?”
“Well…not really. I mean, not extremely well.” That was slightly understated. I am horrible.
“Oh,” she said. She stood up on her chair and tried to reach over the bar top to grab at more peanuts. Alan restrained her and she began a very noisy protest. I thanked the heavens for the opportunity and tossed the only bills in my pocket on the counter.
“I'll see you around, Alan.”
“Whoa! Pocket!” he shouted back to me, now clinging to the girl's ankles as she thrashed at him. “Get back here! This isn't going to cover your rounds!”
“That's all I've got at the moment. Can't I owe you the rest?”
“I don't know when I'm going to see you again!”
“I'll come back here tomorrow night.”
“I'm not working tomorrow night!”
“Watch your fingers,” I advised as the child brandished her teeth.
“Look, why don't you—OW!”
“Told you.”
“Why don't you tell a story for the balance and we call it even?”
“It's getting late for stories, Alan.”
I realize now how often I seem to be making this argument.
“A story!” yelled Annabelle, “I want a story!”
“Fine, a story,” I said, rubbing my temples, “What about?”
“Tell one about my daddy!” Annabelle shouted.
“Fine. Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Annabelle and one day her father went out and killed a dragon. The end. God save the King. Goodnight, Alan.”
“My daddy never did that! Tell me a true story!”
“I...uh...all right. What does your daddy do?”
“He works for the castle!”
“All right, then. Once upon a time, there was a man named…”
“Annabelle's daddy!”
“…Annabelle's daddy, and he worked for the greater good of all of Britain, serving proudly as…what is it he does?”
“He's a magpie!”
“A wha…do you mean a Magnate?”
“That's it!”
“Your father's a Magnate? All right…eh…so Annabelle's daddy worked bravely night and day, tending obediently to the whims of our great Alexander. Annabelle's daddy and his fellow men patrolled the streets of England in grand black robes that bore blood red emblems in the shape of crowns, the famous mark of the King's personal militia. They fought hard and true and made sure that the people who didn't realize that they needed constant supervision were constantly supervised. The end. God save the King.”
I moved into the direction of what I thought was the front door only to collide face-first with the  large frame of a barrel-chested man with curled blond bangs and a squared jaw.
“Evening,” I said.
“You tell stories?” he said, snorting through his nostrils.
“He tells lots of stories!” shouted Annabelle, who was suddenly standing behind me. She handed him my card, and the man stood there for a moment, squeezing it in his sweaty, thick wrist.
After about a minute, his extended brow began to furrow.
“Can you read?” I asked. He flicked the card off of my forehead and huffed.
“You talk a lot.”
“Kinda helps to tell a story.”
That was when he threw me onto the bar. It gets better.
“Is there a problem?” I politely inquired.
“Yer story,” he said. “Found it a little insulting.”
My head was resting on the wider ends of two overturned beer bottles.
“How so?”
His meaty hand grabbed at the buttonholes of his whiskey-soaked jacket, popping it open. From inside, he retrieved a small leather flap with a red-on-silver symbol of a crown pinned onto it.
An off-duty Magnate.
He stumbled over his boots and breathed over me. A drunken, off-duty Magnate. My luck was immeasurable.
“Well, for starters…” he grunted, cracking his knuckles. “I thought yer interpretation rang a little anti-Alexandery.”
“Did it?”
“Personally I felt yer wordplay smelt of rebellion.”
Now, dear readers, it has never been my practice to question the criticisms of those larger or drunker than I, but given the situation at hand, my first response as author was to defend my artistic point of view.
“Rebellion?!? Where in God's name did you find rebellion?!?”
“You 'ere talking 'bout our crowns 'n buttons, and you called them, I believe, blood red.”
“Did I?”
“You did.”
“You have a problem with adjectives?”
He grabbed my shirt's collar and lifted me off the bar. At the moment, I had wished he would make up his mind on where exactly he would prefer me to lie in intimidation.
“As I see it, blood is a fairly suggestive word.”
I was hanging in the grip of a literary scholar, it would seem. My feet dangled over the ground.
“Well, yes, of course it is,” I replied. “I was merely trying to create an image of color in the minds of the audience.”
“Blood suggests violence, death, and whatnot.”
“Well, that's one reading, sure. But—”
“Are you implying that the monarchy operates under a thinly...hiccup...thinly-veiled pretense as a bunch of murdering crooks?”
“Not at all. I didn't realize you military men were such sensitive scholars.”
“That a crack on our intelligence?”
“No, I—“
“Because I don't like insinuation! I once knocked a man cold for insinuation!”
“I'm sure you did, but I can assure you—”
“Do you swear yerself loyal to our King and our great lady England?”
“Look, if you could put me down—”
“Or do you stand as an enemy to the Crown?”
“No, of course not! I believe your interpretation may be slightly askew, is all.”
You know those points in stories where a dangling protagonist is saved from a perilous situation by the innocence of a child?
“You gunna throw him real far, Daddy?” little Annabelle, sweetheart of the city, asked my assailant. Lovely.
I was soon introduced with “real far,” as Annabelle's daddy threw me headlong out of the Brass Rail. I remember thinking in midflight that this would make for a lousy beginning to a story.
Moments later, I collided with a man-shaped fox and the night took a turn for the strange.
Chapter One of Turnkey, the first installment of The Gaslight Volumes of Will Pocket.

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Here is my little Lord of the Rings inspired Lolita shoot result <3
We found a very nice old castle ruin which matched very well for SayuSasu's and my shooting theme *//*
The weather was wonderful that day, but, believe it or not it was stormy like hell!
We had to stop and fix our hair and dresses for like every 5 seconds again because the wind ruined it |D
Good thing that none of this is seen in most of the pictures, haha!

So, my actual idea was to look pretty elvish, so I checked out some elvish hairstyles to make me a similar one and I admit, I love to wear my hair like this *___*
Also I decided for one of my longer lolita dresses, to look as elegant and elvish as possible,
maybe this outfit is still a bit dark for an elvenprincess but I really like how it turned out anyway ♥
And who knows, maybe I am one of the darker elves *muaha*

My outfit is by : Metamorphose temps de Fille ~ ♥
~Except for the One Ring and Arwen's Evenstar, they are stolen from Frodo and Arwen~

Photographer was : My awesome baby SayuSasu ♥♥♥
Editor was : My dearie Kia-Monroe ♥♥♥

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Stocks :
The Nazgul stocks were taken from a selfmade screenshot from the LotR movies ^_^

♥ See more of this shoot here ♥
Dead Faces in the Water by Blossom-of-Faelivrin


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Please don't use my art in any way without my permission, thank you! ♥
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A mame bonsai tree in a new style.  I played with this design for a long time before I was happy with it. 
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Sorry it's been so long since I posted a tree.  I've been working to catch up on commissions.   
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A very detailed tree for a customer.  I spend WAY too much time on this one. 
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The customer wanted the trunk brown and the quickest way was to paint it.  This is my firs time using paint on my sculptures and I'm very happy with the results. 
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A commissioned tree on a piece of fluorite. 
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