How about an old school shot of my first doll? He was lovely but always looked a little sad,
Shaped masks are a little more difficult but you can either ignore the shape you have or in this case work with it,
Is it realy over? I have very little to show from this three ring circus. Of course I was cleared of all wrong doing including quite a few things I did do but am more than happy to pin on that bastard. After all I am the victim here and I would be rather remiss not to use my current misfortune to my advantage. When I am done he will be strung up as soon as he rears his head in civilised ports and dragged through the streets like the monster he is. I would rather have a more personal hashing out but dogging his steps around the globe and giving him a few more annoyances to deal with a small treat. That is the only real boon I got. I won to be sure but there are no spoils to be had and there lies the rub. I am free and clear to rebuild my empire but I have no capital to do so. I am being offered a pitiful pension out of a sentiment that quite frankly sickens me. I do not want to take it but no bank has yet replied to my request for a lone. I think he burned a lot of bridges in my name. It looks like I will have to put aside my pride to move on I can do it but it still stings.
I am staying at the closest thing this town has to offer to a grand hotel in the care of my mother. I did try and tell her my lodgings were perfectly serviceable but she insisted and I was warn down enough by the court to only give a token protest. I am still having the tank dreams only it is joined by the factory explosion and the screams of the child down the hall at the lodging house were not helping. At least here I am safe from the reporters that flock around like flies around a dung heap. They cant get enough of the plucky young solder girl caught up in a situation straight out of a penny dreadful. They lapped each day of the civil court case up like a cat with a bowl of cream. I have either been painted as a mad woman it more than likely killed her husband then ran off to war in a fit of something like blood lust or as a poor girl taken by a fast talking svengali and sent off to war to die like the delicate hopeless flower they think me to be. Neither side can be bothered to spell my last name correctly and their shouts of darling from outside my window makes me wish I had a pot of boiling oil ready just like old times. Tho I am rather fond of the title of deadly darling that one of the papers slapped me with when they looked in to my service record over in Europe. Perhaps I will use it for a line of ladies pistols. No sense letting a good name go to waste.
I was dogging reporters in the lobby on the way to tea when I noticed I was being followed by a ragged looking woman in black that seated herself at my table. Normally I would have made sure to inform her of her grave mistake and have her seen to the door but she wore the same emblem on an armband that is the same as the one on my own breast. I had to know why and I was rather shocked at what she said. I was speaking to Anton’s widow. She was in a tricky situation and a long way from home. In order to clam the death benefit had to prove they were married in the eyes of the law and her house in Canada had burned to the ground this past spring in the riots. They were trying to deport her but she was born in up state new york and the only lawyer that would touch her case was behaving in a beastly manor. I may not have liked Anton but he was one of my Darlings and he died for me. I may not be any ones robin hood but this is a matter of honour that I would be remiss to ignore. I promised to look in to things for her.
I have been thinking in to the long hours of the night about what to do with myself now. For most of my life I have followed the rules(mostly) only pushing when I knew I could win and come away clean. I never feared jail as much as I did damaging my reputation. I was respectable, patriotic and an upstanding citizen I paid my taxes and nearly gave my life for them. Yet here I have been faced with a justice that cares more about what I am wearing and whom I have been with than listing to what i have to say. They deny me equal standing with a pat on the head and a smile laced with venom. I gave them a chance but I will no longer play by their rules. Starting tonight I stray from the path in to the dark deep woods and the wolves will soon have something new to fear.
I think all this outfit needs is a black necklace white tights and black boots.
As soon as I finished the purple one my room-mate wanted to snag it.
I want to make this a permanent set when I have the space. I love showing off my collection of tiny props.
This is a buttoner for pirate having a pirate themed wedding.
I should make more ones with spikes.
A very old picture of me cosplaying princess knight.