I know, I know I have been very quiet lately. I have been so overwhelmed with my non-digital life that I don’t know where to start. I haven’t been slacking though I swear. I have a bunch of ideas and photos to get to so yay! Right now I would love nothing more than to hide from my non-digital life and when I saw this mouth tape thing one weekend I knew I needed it.
I mean honestly who wouldn’t want to tell reality to take a flying leap? Also you can tell I am not feeling myself because there is an abundance of pink in this post! I think I took a ton of picture when wearing this look because I was loving the way the light was reflecting(?) off the lenses of the glasses. Of course they went clear when I got all up in my face. I shall leave you with the credits for now as I get back to work on all these ideas.
Today I am waking up and choosing violence! Not in my non-digital life though, I am way too soft to survive prison. I think my look is what would happen if Zeus somehow managed to reproduce with a storm cloud. I don’t know, that god seems to let his freak flag fly. I think if there was a way to *ahem* fornicate with cloud he would find it. I may still be high from last night at this point hence the Greek god ramble.
Oooh look shiny! I wonder what kind of chaos I could create with a little ball of energy like this. Oh the possibilities…
I have been told that no one really believes that I am sweet and innocent. Everyone seems to be able to agree to the sweet part (boy do I have them fooled), but no one seems to think I am innocent. I mean just because I might look like I have a secret side doesn’t mean I do!
Could someone who takes such awkward pictures not be innocent? I don’t know where I am going with any of this as I am writing it late on Sunday and my brain has taken the weekend off. I think the point of this post was that I am sweet, innocent and my favorite color is yellow if you couldn’t guess that bit.
Or maybe it is more of a divine bovine? Yes I know it’s been three months since I have posted. It was an unplanned summer break. During my break I spent some time with family and sort of recharged my creative energies. That is not the point though, the point here is I just really wanted to make a post about this pun/wordplay thing that made me chuckle while I was herbally infused. Here is a better look at my face so you can see the bovine beauty in all it’s glory.
The only cute part of my cow self is my tail. It sort of had a mind of it’s own flicking this way and that. Oh well at least you can see my ears and adorable nubby horns.
Here we see a mermaid in her natural habitat trying to seduce a shipwrecked sailor. The mermaid uses her seductive looks to draw him in. Little does the unwitting sailor know that this mermaid is not like the ones he heard tales of in his youth. Her tears contain no magic powers as she is not known to have ever shed a tear. As the sailor gets close the mermaid springs her trap and drags him into the deep waters of the ocean to her lair.
There surrounded by all her fish friends and the remains of her previous victims she waits for the sailor to take his last breath before she sinks her teeth into his sun baked flesh.
She is ready to take flight in her purple dress, with the slit up to her faery cake. You can’t see it because of the pose, but I did have on a little modesty covering so that my magic muffin stayed covered. I figured the colors of the dress fit in spectacularly with the purples and blues in Duskfall Court.
I couldn’t forget making sure she had some fabulous jewels to wear because, well she is just fabulous. I may have gone overboard with all the purple, but when you visit Duskfall Court you will understand the reason…maybe.
This fairy godmother is straight out of a book…literally. Hopefully her spells are better and longer lasting that a certain bippity boppity boo-er, because if I am at a big party and my timer is up at midnight you know you need to be out of there at least an hour early so you don’t turn into some disheveled mess (you know my everyday look). Whish means party time is over by 11 pm at the latest and who wants to leave that early?
She does have very mesmerizing eyes though, maybe that is how she can convince someone to hang out at a ball till the very last moment possible. And make her think that glass footwear for dancing is a really goo idea. I mean new shoes can cause blisters as it is, but how did they survive running down stairs in the first place? Hopefully my fairy godmother is a little more logical.
Welcome to the WTF Record, also known as What The Faire Record. I am your humble reporter, not Phire, and I got word about a scandal before the Faire, something about bribery with Wootberry syrup so I am going undercover at the faire this year trying to find this elusive syrup and find out for myself what makes is so desirable.
I started my journey at the Fairelands Junction where I was immediately distracted by the Worldlings, a personal Faire favorite. There were these portals that I just wanted to climb into but thought better of. Mostly because I have trust issues with portals. Oh, and there was this one worldling that was under water, and I was just waiting for a shark jump scare to happen. I may watch too many scary movies. I also have an irrational fear of being deep in SL waters.
I started my journey to find these elusive wootberries but was easily distracted by a merchant selling fabrics. As a quilter I can never pass by fabric without checking it out!
While I was out, I noticed some wanted posters. I am hoping I can get an interview with the Basement Kitteh Gang before their incarceration, criminals seem like a good source of information on the wootberry syrup.
I stumbled upon a caravan and saw a fortune tellers’ tent and was hoping to glean some information through the spirits, but unfortunately no one appeared to be in the tent, or the caravans. Another dead end it seems.
As I traveled, I noticed some birds feasting away on some berries and I got hopeful till I saw they were just normal berries. I don’t blame the birds though; they did look delicious.
I then tried asking this group of poor things (get it?) but I could make no sense out of anything coming from their beaks, mouths…umm food holes. I tried asking some racoons if they knew anything about wootberries, but they just muttered something about squirrels and their nuts. I didn’t want to know to be honest.
Moving along I asked continued questioning anyone I could. This icy looking horned person just seemed to stare through me. I think we just weren’t on the same plane of existence maybe.
Again, I got distracted, this time by sweet treats. I was hoping maybe one of the delectable pastries was flavored with wootberry to guild me along, but alas they were all your typical flavors. After my snack I was checking alleys and anywhere else I thought the criminal element may be hiding. Still nothing!
Somehow, I ended up underground in the magical area and I thought for sure there had to be some wootberries or wootberry syrup about, but no, and when I resurfaced? Nothing but fungi and forest. No berries of any sort!
While walking through a peaceful forest area I saw a sign for “Secret Stuff” and thought to myself at last! Surely wootberry syrup and wootberries are secret stuff. As I followed the path I ran into this knowledgeable looking owl, who looked a little familiar to me. Have I seen them before? Of course, the path was just a plot to lure me to more distraction with shops galore.
I wandered some more and suddenly found myself underwater in what appeared to be a flooded subway tunnel. I spoke to the fish swimming around the tunnel, but pretty fish don’t always have the best memories.
I then found myself in a candy-coated place of nightmare fuel. Self-preservation being what it is I did not ask any of the malicious looking treats for help. I regularly try to avoid things with sharp teeth that look like they want to take a bite out of me.
I finished my explorations and found no other places that had wootberries or wootberry syrup. Next, I will attempt to interview those I find at the faire that look like they may have information for me!
Every year before Fantasy Faire opens they send out a Panic Flamingo. This year I thought why not be the Panic Flamingo? So I held open auditions and only told myself and the only other competitor, the coffee flamingo. I started off strong with the pink feathers and offering of refreshments. I did make a misstep when I referred to the role as the Panic Chicken instead of flamingo. I don’t know why my brain wants it to be a chicken so bad!
My second mistake came during the question and answer round. The question that got me into the most trouble was “What would you do to help motivate creators”. The coffee-mingo said something about encouraging words and fresh coffee on demand. A very diplomatic answer I guess, but would that really motivate them? My answer caused a bit of an uproar and phrases being tossed about like “creating a hostile work environment”, “You can’t assault creators” and “You need to leave…Now”. All I said was that I would pelt them with day old scones if they were slacking off. I mean all the hard working ones would get fresh pastries and tea, or coffee I guess. So my dreams of being the Panic Flamingo were dashed, but read on because I may have gotten my revenge.
You see after my crushing defeat and swearing never to pull a stunt like this again I was approached by these little fellas (fellas being a non-gender specific use here). They told me if I wanted a sneak peek at all the Fantasy Faire happenings and maybe a idea of what the realms will be they have the hook up. It will only cost me some waffles and wootberry syrup. Now waffles are easy to come by, even I know how to make them, but I was troubled by the wootberry syrup. Was is faire slang for some illegal substance, was it just a flavor I had never heard of before? In the end I just mixed some blueberry, strawberry and maple syrup together and presented it with the waffles. They seemed will to tell me where to get the information so now I am sharing with you. And no it’s not because I am petty.
I realize reading the title back of this post that it sounds a bit naughty, but that wasn’t my intent. I had planned on writing a cute little story, so that is what I will do!
Every year after the rush of Easter the bunnies get together for a feast. Everybunny scours the farms and forests for the best carrots they can find. This year Miss Bunny found a polka dotted carrot that had an almost magical aura to it. She pulled it from the ground and sat with it for a moment.
Miss Bunny carefully carried the carrot back to the burrow for the post-Easter festivities. She was proud of her carrot find, but there was something about this carrot. It was different and she wasn’t sure she wanted to share it with the others.
She held onto the carrot with all her might, not wanting to share it with anybunny else. She never returned to the burrow and no one has seen her since, Some say she ran off with the carrot to a small island where she lives alone hidden by the carrots magic. Others believe she ate the carrot and transformed into something completely different. No one knows for sure what her fate was, all that is known is that the carrot was magic and she loved the carrot.
Phire Within 