Vampires and vulnerability
The blog still has tumbleweeds in the margins, but the fic is going over well at Pullip Fiction. I also posted a little one I’ll put up here as well about vampires.
The shoot at the graveyard went VERY well. I plan to do another tomorrow if all goes well, Tuesday at the latest. Maybe I’ll just wait til Tuesday, and Tuesdays will be my outdoor shoot days. Yes, that sounds good. Then I will have a chance to take the dolls out one at a time and do something really special with each of them. I have inspiration and ideas for so many, I actually took seven with me! Yeah, talk about high hopes. I got done what I really wanted to, though. I got the final shot needed for chapter one, I finally got a shoot with Marius and a shoot with Dorian. Next I’ll be taking out Door, since she just got new eyes and she’s another one who hasn’t gotten any real pictures taken of her. Just a picture in the fic, and in the family shot.
Thinking on it now, I think they all deserve at least one shoot, and I’ll get on that. I’m glad I finally took out Marius, and I discovered something interesting. He doesn’t like being the center of attention. He didn’t pose well without Carmilla, he didn’t look natural or comfortable. He looks better having other dolls to share the spotlight. While trying to get a portrait of him, it was difficult to get a shot that looked good. When I did the mini vampire fic, and when I did pictures of him proposing to Carmilla, those shots came very naturally.
I’ve always been mentally resistant to talking about my dolls as people. They don’t feel or think or act a certain way, it’s just a way I perceive them and what they bring out in me. But Marius, what Marius brings out and doesn’t bring out as compared to the other dolls, it’s strange. He just seems so much more tortured. So much more vulnerable. It just seems to be that he’s uncomfortable under the lens without someone to share it with him. So, there probably won’t be too many pictures of Marius alone.
To wrap it up, please enjoy my little fic noir, Vampires.
She died in the evening, and laid in the crypt through nightfall.
Still, silent, alone. But not for long. By the light of the moon, he watches over her.
Arise, my Vampire Bride! My Dark Goddess of the Night!
Now, my Queen! We are off to feast upon the very souls of the living!
Have a lovely night, folks!
