Posts Tagged ‘ ball jointed doll ’

As if I need Mo’ time

Hmm. Do a post myself? Alright, I can do that. Err, hello netizens, it has certainly been a long time since I…posted my whereabouts? Commented on anything? Ugh, thought this was going to go better in my head. >.<

So! What have I been up to? (Besides being an overzealous sleeper, reading webcomics, almost becoming a hikikomori, and looking at the mythical animal figurines at Michaels)

Its been really heating up here lately (new faceup), my wrist snapped in half again (No arm cast this time, I have a spare wrist on), my hair’s been getting kind of long (new wig), and her sister was commenting on why I didn’t have any shorter haircuts. I definitely agreed with her. This weekend, hair was flying all over the place but she managed to cut it short and boyish or as she likes to call it “kpop-py.” Her sister approves.

I’m also trying to get her to read my mind about using the “New Girl Funds” and buying clothes for me, the Vulcan Mind trick is starting to work and now she’s asking her sister (who doesn’t really like me) if she should do it. That chicka sometimes…

Oh yes...

Look what I have

"Yo, check yourself!" This happened a lot in my old neighborhood

It even lights up and makes a laser sound. *Pew pew*

And then a brilliant idea came to me. Since I don’t get much stuff, cool stuff, awesome stuff, to put in my inventory, we’re (mostly her) working on making something. Hee.

Hur hur hur

She's finally putting all that clay to good use and making me a mask

It’s still in the work-in-progress stages but I’ll be giving her dirty looks every time she has free time to finish my gas mask. I haven’t decided if it should be plain Jane or have some type of animal into it. (I really want a scary animal). I also want horns, lights flashing, and smoke coming out of it but I know she’s not that savvy. She’s telling me not to touch it either because it might “hurt” me and “lower my body’s value” if I outgrow myself. Hah.

Okay, gotta run back to Michaels for more FIMO *waves*

Today is someone’s birthday

Mori Evans arrived today, two years ago, at 4 or 5 o’clock pm. I specifically remember 5:08pm, possibly because that’s when I said, after I already opened the box with oohs and aahs, “Oh snap, I need to write what time he got here!” and so that’s when it became official.

Today, I finished making his jacket. It is…alright for a beginner, I can see why clothes are so expensive now. He has to be shirtless to make it look like it fits.

I’ll accept this for now. I’ll wear it around the house like I’m Hugh Hefner. No ladies required, though the length in the arms isn’t exactly covering up my wrists…

*head meets floor in apology* Gomen-sai Mo-san. I just wanted you to look cool.

With a good nights rest, in the morning, he listened to his playlist of lounge music while I finished figuring out how to sew on the collar. Then it was picture time.

And because The Mosaic BJD put this particular prompt today, I just had to answer it.

*Today* is your character’s ‘birthday’.

I put Birthday in quotes, so that people whose dolls represent alien characters can go by whatever the term Birthday is seen as.

Does your character like growing another year older, or lament it? How do they treat today? Do they have some kind of party; and if so, what kind? Do they celebrate with friends? Do they celebrate at all?

He doesn’t mind his birthday but finds it a pain in the butt to be reminded that he’s another year older.18 years of living! I can start buying my own cigarettes now without my friend giving me his. But now I have to start asking people’s ages just so I can either

a) start hitting on them

or

b) walk away before the pedo-police come to arrest me.

Sucks.

What he’d like to do is for everyone and himself to forget about it. Birthdays aren’t a big deal for him but likes the feeling of getting together for someone’s special day.

What he does expects on his day is a “pleasant morning” listening to his playlist of jazz/lounge music and doing whatever he wants with nobody nagging at him.

We managed to complete that with no problems.

Usually there’s no party planned out and he’ll go out and play some music with some old friends of his dad’s.

This will eventually lead to eating at a favorite restaurant. Everyone will be handing him under the table (he just turned 18 today) drinks and sloshing it around and singing him the drunk version of happy birthday.

Sometimes Mari comes out, thank god she only came out without my friends watching. You had to show drunken photos of me?

So people would know how you are when you’re drunk…

I’m silly, wiggly, and sing off-key on purpose. Even friendlier or shall we say randy. So if you don’t want me to cop a feel on you…best get out of my line of sight. 😀

I will promptly get smashed tonight, it’s my duty don’t you think? Being my birthday and all.

Almost forgot.

A practice piece.

This is from the manga Beauty is the Beast.


Hands

I feel like I should be put into a zombie movie with these hands

While it was raining about this time at night, I couldn’t do the tattoo and so instead went another route, manicure. But as things progressed it went downhill, or Silent Hill-ish really. Actually I was inspired by Conrad Roset’s drawings of chicks with almost red paint dripping down their fingers and then I thought it need more color *add some blues, purples, oh heck how about some green as well*

Clearly someone didn’t know when to stop and I’m freezing in here. It’s been raining all day and I still have no shirt or tattoo… -__-

Enough whining. I could have went with the “he got in a fight, he fell to the ground, grabbed a fist of dirt and threw it at the assailant” route with dirt in your fingernails but I didn’t.

It would of been more believable if you did. But no, it looks like I’ve been through Deadspace gouging peoples eyes out, not that I mind fighting, envisioning doing that with my thumbs…that’s just not my style and sounds like what a woman would do.  Is this going to be a reoccurring thing? Horror make-up?

No, I thought it’d look cool…Imagine if I did your whole body, it’d look perfect for Halloween.

But you never get my face right. You know these are magic, and you’re messing up the magic I could do on a piano. You think someone would hire me with these hands? I don’t think so.

Anyways, Moody, I’ll try to refrain myself from going Fight Club all over your face or hands. I don’t want to be seen as a violent person.

Uh huh, so going off-topic about Mori Girls.

Yes, it’s not his fanclub. It’s a fashion style/life style. It’s what a girl would wear if she lived in the forest.

“Mori Girl likes loose dresses and skirts, seldom wears trousers…wears A-line skirts and dresses, likes the style of little children, has a taste for dresses or blouses which look like smocks…likes fur, knitwear, fluffy hats and ear-muffs…likes old things…leggings or tights, basic round-toed flat shoes…likes fairy tales, with loose hair. The Mori Girl isn’t a Lolita, but is girly. Her favourite shops are old-fashioned general stores. Furniture shops and handmade things excite her.”

Very cute. I imagine Mori Girls would love to visit Oregon or Upper California. Or any woodsy places. Maybe the new girl would be into this.

And I’m associated to all of that. Swell, my name brings all the girls to the yard and I don’t have any hand sanitizer to shake their hands. *throws his hands in the air and shakes*

Husband material and Ralphs

Reasons why I’m not the marrying type:

#1: I’m not husband material.

I’m irresponsible. Lazy. I like to talk back at the tv. I eat constantly, will probably eat house and home if I was in a gingerbread house. I may be the gentleman for all the internet to see but at home there’s no “please” or “thanks” maybe a “hmm” or “That’s god awful” but that’s it.

And I’m not going to lie, I’m a bit of a womanizer or manizer, whatever you call it, I like to stare at people. Not R rated stuff just “oh she has nice hands” or “He has a cool jacket, wonder where I could get that? Maybe there’s something on doa, or something better on streetpeeper, or GQ…I wonder if Jason Stathom would wear this?…” which then leads me to other random thoughts.

Can you  tell I’m not the settling down type yet? I’m gonna be like that old dude, Clooney.

Sometimes I don’t want to see anyone for days. I can be up different hours of the day or stay awake for days and sleep the same amount. I’ve become a bit of a recluse now.

And I heard somewhere that ‘A spouse is difficult, a child is troublesome, and children is impossible when it comes to wanting to do your own thing.’ A nice little trap you get yourself into…willingly! I don’t do contracts! Even if it was one of those domestics/open/poly stuff, the fact that I know and you know…will make me uneasy. That and I don’t separate my clothes when I do laundry. I let the water run when I wash dishes. I know there are other negatives to this whole thing but can’t think of them at the moment.

This wasn’t intended to be a list of my activities. Let’s just say the only romantic relationship I’m ever going to be in is my mistress. (Her name is le grande piano)

Actually I think this whole thing is nullified because we’re both underaged and I hugged someone else today who was even younger than you Machi…phew now I don’t have to bring out any bricks (someone told me a brick would help and don’t know how it would)

And with that, I’ll end this part with a song…Delicate by Damien Rice Okay let’s go to Ralphs…this is making me hungry.

Boy Mosan you should go to law school with that argument.

I’m never going back to school. There are many people who are successful without degrees. Look at Charles Schulz, the creator of Charlie Brown, he wasn’t very good in school (An E in Arithmetic, the worst grade) and he’s done pretty good for himself. I don’t want to think about how art students need degrees, ridiculous.

Okay ^^;  So I finally got bored enough to start snipping off pieces of my sister’s old shirt. I only cut off both sleeves halfway so she could still wear it if she decides to go against my rule of “no buying shirts in gray anymore.”

The sleeves turned out to be longer and looser than I expected and the bottom seemed to get longer and longer… I should really start measuring these things. But we now have a regular shirt that I can make long for a pajama look or tuck it in. Or attach things to it because I thought there was too much gray.

Mori, my sister, and I made a quick trip to Ralphs for some snacks.

Snacks being a relative term.

Okay, I wouldn’t choose cottage cheese as a snack choice but I wanted it anyway. We left the animal crackers and the Dreyers was my sisters but you got the point that we were stocking up. Not for the Super Bowl either; there were many people at Ralphs so busy that no one noticed Mosan. Don’t care. I’m trying to open this bag of cookies. It’s been cold lately, a lot lately, oh groundhog, will it also be cold during the California Strawberry Festival? Because I’m thinking of bringing Mori along.

Many different styles all in one, how handy

Tucked in, the best sewn shirt so far

An optional accessory...bleh

This heart looks better, if I was a girl called Mari

As you can see, I can eat more than my weight or size in snacks alone

Only reason for getting a girl is

fashion. That’s one of the big reasons I’m not thinking of female bjds anytime soon. Yes there’s more variety of clothes they get to wear but that means more clothes for them because I thought if I ever get a girl she must be fashionable  (streetwear of NYC/LA/or Tank Girl type), wear heels, and have a lot of crap (customized items). IE: I’d spoil her. Hans is getting all of that on the side so no need to panic that I can’t find a realistic head but immediately found a few nice bodies (Sarina, zaoll, that other zaoll lookalike called supia?)…

Stop. Hold up. Update.

I’ve found the one. The girl who would have her own harem. (If I’ve lived long enough to collect the other 4 without breaking into a bank first and if they weren’t too into themselves). Of course, I’m just basing all of this on her face up, I need to see the blank sculpt first. While I do like her pretty face up and would love to keep it, I want her to be more…femme fatale “Oh really? F you” type.

If zaoll+supia rosy were married, BeYours Amber would definitely be their love child.

I’d like to have a zaoll but they’re too small for me; I’ve been seeing a lot of them recently and looking at them… well I think I’d lose the character I made to be like those other zaolls.

You get me?

The same goes for Supia Rosy, she’s in my top 3 girl list of mine, I really do love her realness and adult look but as I said before, I’d try to make her like others which is why I need a doll that’s kind of low-key on everyone’s view.

And I’m very picky about my girl preferences since I’ll only have one in the group. The boys are easy compared to girls.

I’d like my girl to be…

  • Somewhat realistic sculpt
  • Looks old enough to hang with a bunch of guys but still young looking
  • Proportional
    • Eyes not too big and cartoony. Nose not ridiculously small or long (soom nephelin), mouth not too small. I should really just say the opposite of a Volks girl.

I don’t mind her weird knee/elbow joints so much. I could always swap it out once I find out what resin she matches, BeYour’s doesn’t say and they’re not selling the head. I’d have to pay for the body and head, that’s one price, and then the face up, I’ve heard it’s $50 now. And I don’t really want to do her face up. I might have to wait if they’ll ever sell the head by itself so I can send it to an artist.

Altogether, she might be a sure thing to save up for. Possibly even getting her before Hans. That means alot of editing in the story and character department.

Mori is gloomed that I’m making her into a no-nonsense type of girl.

Accidents happen all the time

Accidents happen okay!

I just want to make sure this isn’t going to happen again…

It’s not. Now that I can’t move half of my arm.

It’s like you’ve never played with one hand before…

You said yourself “What’s a chef’s most important tool? Their hands.” And a person needs TWO hands to play a piano or else I might as well play the kazoo and I don’t do kazoos. Don’t talk to me.

A piano falls on Mori. Period. (The ideas I come up with…)

Not the big ones, the electronic, flatboard ones. My old keyboard to be exact.

I can’t believe I’ve been here for two years and haven’t noticed it! Must of been in a deep television-induced coma or something…

Let’s be glad you’re face is still intact and you’re fingers didn’t break.

Yes. It would’ve been a tragedy. Babes crying at night. Sig alerts everywhere. The National Guard putting up the flag half mast. I might as well keel over if I can’t ever play again…

Okay, sheesh, enough with the drama already you queen. Ironic though is it not? The thing you love the most will be your demise…if you ever do that again. lol

Photobucket What can I say? I ♥ Pianos and also some ♥s to the keyboards on the side and if I live by the piano, I’ll die by the piano, it’ll be worth it. 😆

Shoot, let me sign your arm! As long as you don’t break a leg, you can break your arms any time you want, but don’t really, because I’m 100% sure no ones selling crutches or wheelchairs. And that’s just silly to have.

But then at least I’d have two hands working… 😎

Saturday Shoot 2

Trees…

Just about to jump but I caught him in time, heart attack, geez

I don’t mind you climbing every friggin tree Tarzan but that shirt is still brand new (freebie from the box opening) and you’re climbing trees with that on!

As your Madeleine says, “Pooh-pooh.”

Do you need help?

I got it. I didn’t dream about parading with that Bear Grylls for nothing.

Where's that bus at?

 

Time to go home *pooped*

 

 

 


Felt like the longest day ever.