Clothes can be difficult...

The thing that causes me the most trouble with my dolls is figuring out what they should be wearing. None of my characters fit in the classical and easily defined styles such as Punk/Lolita/Goth/Emo.

Shayla has been giving me a clothing headache for over two years now, what would a former succubus who has been cursed to look like an innocent little girl wear?

With this thought in mind I decided it was time to brainstorm a bit. First I searched for succubus on Deviant Art (red, nude women) and then I searched for innocent girl (schoolgirl uniforms). What I found doing this was that innocence lay very much in colour. Whites or pale blue paired with blond hair was "innocent" even if the "clothes" covered 10% of the girl's body. The succubi had equally skimpy clothes but more often than not these clothes were red or black.

I decided to marry the two concepts and think I have finally found an outfit that would suit my girl. The question now is: can I make it? I would have to make a pair of red pleather thigh-high boots... which is way out of my comfort zone.

I decided to sketch something for Amaya as well and for some reason I think that an assassinesque outfit would really suit her mentality.

How things work

To keep this blog neat and tidy I'm going to use labels to signify which kind of content the post contains.

Currently the tags are as follows:

• Shayla:    Posts about my Iplehouse JID Tania
• Amaya:    Posts about my Shinydoll Youki(B)
• General:  Posts about miscellaneous doll
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• 28 days:  Posts about my 28 days per doll project

This post will be updated once new characters arrive.

That which was lost

This, my body, is a prison. It’s a beautiful prison but a prison none the less. I’m trapped behind a mask of innocence, a face which speaks of summer days and laughs on a beach.

I used to be, once upon a time I was... but not anymore. There was a time when I had the power, when my will elicited both pleasure and pain... but I have been cursed. I have been cursed to spend eternity in this shell of a mortal. I am powerless. I am fragile. I am youth. Yet I live forever, yet I walk the lonely road of the one who has been cast out of the darkest heaven. My heaven was filled with fire, my heaven was filled with glorious screams of rapture.

The memory makes my heat bleed, my heart which beats so much like a human’s does. My throat hurts, so similar to the throats of humans when their chests are being ripped apart by a thousand shards of frozen tears. We are similar, I and the humans, but I am not one of them... I could never be. I have seen the fear in their eyes when they face that which I once was. I have seen them writher in ecstasy as they submit to that which I once was. I used to be, once upon a time I was... but not anymore and I know it’s my fault.

My existence was governed by a set of rules, a strict hierarchy which was not to be questioned. The temptation was too great. I wanted to be all that I could be. I wanted to touch the stars. I wanted to have it all. It was through my wish to have it all, my need to be all that I could be, that I lost everything. Everything I had ever wanted, everything I had ever known, all was lost to me forever.