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At last, we’re finished! That’s me as Doll, and the Hairspray Alchemist as Beast. We’ll be at PCC this coming Saturday with our group, Cupcakes in Corsets! And, uh, Hairspray will curl her hair.
(Both costumes patterned and made by me.)
Sorry for my crazy levels of inactivity! The other seamstress dropped out of my cosplay group and I’ve spent the last two weeks essentially sewing four costumes from scratch, all by myself. The con we’re going to is this weekend, and we’ll be competing the costumes and a skit in the Masquerade, so be a dear and cross your fingers for us!
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lady-lizzie started following you
“Hello Lizzie~” The woman smiled kindly at her.
“Dearest Auntie! I’m so happy to see you!”
(via lottie-la-bouff)
(via moiraradcliffe)
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lady-lizzie:
“You can’t hide something on your eye,” Lizzie said, folding her arms. “What, you think he’s had a sty for three years or something? Don’t be thick. That eyepatch is weird.” Her eyes flashed. “And I’ll thank you to keep your personal opinions about my cousin separate from case work. You are capable of that, aren’t you?” It didn’t who said it or what they said—as far as Lizzie was concerned, the only person who had a right to pass judgment on Ciel was Lizzie herself. She just needed an outside eye to build her case.
She sighed. “Anyway, we’ll have to get started immediately. He runs his company from the house and doesn’t leave very often, which makes things tricky, but I’ve already made arrangements to take a look around.” Accustomed as she was to popping in on Ciel whenever she wanted, getting into the manor was no problem for Lizzie. The real matter at hand was whether or not she could get in while Ciel was gone, with a stranger, without attracting undue attention. “He’s out to a conference of some sort today; he won’t be back until later this evening. You said you wanted to visit the house, right? I can get you in.”
Lizzie slung her shoulder bag back on and headed for the door, twirling a piece of hair around her fingers as the wheels in her head spun. “I don’t care if your friend helps you, and I’m certain I can arrange for you to meet him tonight, and—what was that?” She glanced back over her shoulder, raising her eyebrows. “Funtom Toys, yes, obviously. Maybe you do need help.” Or a keeper. It was as if he’d never set foot outside his apartment or something. Then again, Lizzie thought, he probably hadn’t. Couldn’t even get his own groceries, apparently. “So you do know the name. I thought you might.” She turned back the to the door, pulling it open delicately just in case it had crazy germs on it.
“You mean Mycroft Holmes? They’re a bit alike in some—Mycroft Holmes!” Now poised on the stairs, she stopped and turned back again, pigtails bouncing. “Is he really your brother?” Her mouth gaped open, and then Lizzie began to laugh. Her low-heeled shoes clattered down the stairs. “I never would have guessed,” she said, still giggling. “I mean, there’s really no resemblance and he’s certainly a much more like-able sort of person. Ha! You’re related to Mycroft Holmes! You really don’t get out much, do you?” Lizzie pulled out her phone, texting for Paula to bring the car around. “You know, I have an older brother, too, but my parents made sure they split the family charm evenly. You poor thing.”
Sherlock smirked, “conference? Oh, please. He’s on a case of his own, not case from scotland yard. Dirty business, obviously. Are you blind or something?” Picking up his trench coat from the hanger behind the door, he pulled it on as she talked. “Unfortunately, yes, he is my brother.” Giving a little snort at her comment about Mycroft, he shook his head at what she thought of his brother, “him? Likable? You really must be blind. Of course I get out just not much, I’m just not the british government on a failing diet.” He tied his scarf and pulled his collar, turning it up as he always did. Scribbling down the address and stuffing it under the phone and heading down the stairs. “You couldn’t have charm even if you wanted. It’s a shame that your mind is filled with such delusions. What an empty and hardly used mind and you choose to fill it with that rubbish. Hopeless.” He went down the stairs, indicating for her to close the door behind her.
“Ms. Hudson, tell John to meet me at the address I left him, We’ll be home late, we’ve got a case!” He smiled at his landlady as he opened the front door, letting Elizabeth to go through first. He put out his hand for her phone, more interested in it’s model then anything else. Sherlock thought he’d might as well get information on her as well, the more he had, the better. “Need to send a text. Mine’s dead.” Of course that was lie, he simply did not feel the need to reach into his front pocket to get it. As soon as she handed it too him, which took some persuasion, he looked it over quickly, texting anyway for her sake. “Who are we waiting for?” He typed out the message quickly, ‘left an address, Ms. Hudson will tell you. Come if convenient or inconvenient. Also learn to use those machines, for time’s sake. -SH’ . He closed it and handed it to her, the text was unnecessary but at least he had gotten a chance to look at the phone’s contents.
“Oh, by the way, Mycroft’s been watching you since you walked through my door. And only I can control whether or not he got wind of your case. To be blunt, do not become a problem or everyone hears about this.” Sherlock wasn’t one to use threats and he hadn’t meant for his statement to appear as a threat, rather a promise and warning. He wanted to get things done, solve the case, move quickly and didn’t like being hindered. Saying it mostly for reassurance that she would not get in his way. A car stopped in front of them, raising an eyebrow, it was clearly hers but while he was not particularly suspicious of her, he decided to wait a moment.
Lizzie rolled her eyes at him, but handed over the phone. Its bouquet of crystal rabbit charms clinked against the glittering, orange case. “At least my head’s not so empty I forget to charge my phone,” she snipped. The car glided seamlessly to a stop. “I ought to warn you, my dear friend, Paula, is quite classy, so you might want to watch your smart mouth. Honestly. I shall have to ask Dr. Watson what his secret to putting up with you is. I cannot fathom how he manages. Oh, get in already. I promise not to take you shoe shopping or anything.”
Lizzie bounced into the car, grabbing for her phone back and frowning from its screen to the detective and then back again. She saved the number with a quick twiddle of her thumbs and slid the phone back into her handbag. “Has he really?” How incredible. She shrugged, more amused by the revelation than anything. So, that made how many pairs of eyes on her, total? A tally sheet might help. The list was getting long. “That’s sweet of him. Keeping me out of trouble, I suppose. I do tend to get into a lot of trouble, you know; once I even almost got in the wrong car after a shopping trip and Paula was so mad—”
“Quite frightened,” Paula said from the driver’s seat. “Where to, Miss Lizzie?”
“Ciel’s,” Lizzie said. “Anyway, Mr. Holmes, what I was getting at is that I’m fairly certain your dear brother is already well aware of all the nasty details pertaining to my cousin, his house, and that stupid eyepatch.” The girl pursed her lips into a pensive frown. “It may not even be a mystery. It’s just that no-one has made me party to the answers yet, and I hate it.” She sighed and threw her hands up, narrowly missing smacking her companion’s face.
“I won’t get bitter, though! Is your friend joining us? I’ll need to let the staff know when we get there; I come and go because they know me and I know how to get in, but we’ll need to make sure security recognizes him.” The mention of security made her pause to think. She chewed on her lip, realized it, and immediately reapplied a healthy coat of glitter-infused lipgloss to the afflicted area. “By the way, what do you plan on doing? I’d like to know. Seeing as I’ll have to get us through the house, and all. It’s a big house.”
Hello, everyone; it’s been a while. I’m officially back from hiatus and ready to leave classy anon spam rp with all of you lovely people. I know I basically dropped everything without warning, but please accept my profuse apologies and assurances that it sha’n’t happen again (at least, not until next semester’s finals). I’ll try and hit up everyone with whom I was originally rp’ing, but I’d love to write with new people as well! Please let me know if you want to pick up, or start a new thread, or anything.
Marie Bashkirteff, Journal Entries, 1878
Marie Bashkirtseff, Journal Entries, 1878
Albeit belatedly, as I’ve been offline for almost two weeks now, I am just going to mutter a quick hiatus notice. I am swamped in finals, cosplay stuff, and a plethora of other real life things that need my attention; if I owe you a post, please accept my sincere apologies! I will go through my blog when I come back and try to reply to everyone. Until then, feel free to leave asks and know that I love ya!
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“A second house, that looks the same, similar foundations. I know where that is actually. Then again, I know everywhere in England, that’s pretty out of town, I didn’t suspect anyone still lived on the edges like that.” Sherlock had been staring at the photos and looked up at her as she loomed over the table. He, himself, could never sit too long but she seemed to be much more impatient.
He sighed at her anger, how narrow-minded humans could be. The boy didn’t look like he wanted attention or anything of the sort and obviously was a clever kid. He was smart, running everything passed down to him like that. This would be quite the complicated case but very, very enjoyable nevertheless. “Oh, don’t be stupid. Of course there’s a reason for the patch, he’s hiding something. It’s not just for mental security, he’s hiding something and it’s on his eye. Like how a man looking for work would hide a tattoo on his hand with gloves, this boy doesn’t want you to see whatever he has under that eye-patch. He’s clever. Clever, yes…” He grinned at the prospect, this particular little boy had quite a bit secrets, didn’t he? “And very manipulative. It’s a shame all he does is run a company and work with scotland yard. He could do so much better.”
She really was ignorant, he smirked and shook his head. “I’m a consulting detective. I’m always involved in police work. When ever the police are out of their depth— which is always, they consult me. It makes absolute sense that he would trust anyone. His family was murdered and he was kidnapped for— How long again? Ah, yes, a month or so. Of course he wouldn’t trust anyone. Except someone he kept at his side at all times. If he has someone like that then its probably the only person who would know the truth and the only one he trusts. Of course he doesn’t trust, he never will, the truth hurts but that’s just how it is. A boy of that age? Some one has to be caring for him and you don’t just get staff right off the bat, do you? When he returned did he already have staff or was he looking for some?”
Pulling out the pictures of the servants, he looked at them. Pointing to the man that he assumed was the boy’s butler, “him. He would know. If this man is always with him then he’s the only one your cousin trusts. He’s also the only other one that knows about what happened. What really happened. It’s obvious though, the loyalty, we won’t get it out easy.” Sherlock made a small snorting noise, “I’m a master of disguise, please. He doesn’t have to be meeting with a detective.” Standing up, he made his way to the certain of the room, where he often paced, “he could be meeting an investor, financial creditor, anyone. Anyone can slip into anywhere at the right place, at the right time with the right disguise.” He stared at her momentarily, “but John has to come with me. I need a second opinion, I need an assistant in these things. I’m doing you enough of a favor forcing him to buy milk at the moment and the only reason he isn’t back is because he can never work the machines. John is the one with trust issues, not you, don’t push it.”
Pausing for a moment before continuing, the name and situation seemed to familiar, it was definitely one of those things he kept at the back of his mind instead of deleting it. Phantomhive… Phantomhive… Middleford and Phantomhive. Durless and Barnett… Large family he’s got there. He had read about them, indeed but never once did he ever pay attention to such things. The news had allowed him to trace back to the names he had heard that accompanied the family’s. Sherlock put the thought out of his mind momentarily to listen what the girl was saying. Sherlock was usually horrible with names and it took him a while to remember them. Staring at her still and stopping his pacing, “oh… Stupid, stupid.” Sherlock sighed at himself, “why did I not remember this before? Ciel Phantomhive. Funtom toy company. His family is about as much of the government as my brother is. I certainly hope your cousin is nothing like Mycroft. I’ll take the case, this shall prove some fine entertainment. Well then, Elizabeth, rest assured, I’ll have your cousins secret in the next twenty-four hours.”
“You can’t hide something on your eye,” Lizzie said, folding her arms. “What, you think he’s had a sty for three years or something? Don’t be thick. That eyepatch is weird.” Her eyes flashed. “And I’ll thank you to keep your personal opinions about my cousin separate from case work. You are capable of that, aren’t you?” It didn’t who said it or what they said—as far as Lizzie was concerned, the only person who had a right to pass judgment on Ciel was Lizzie herself. She just needed an outside eye to build her case.
She sighed. “Anyway, we’ll have to get started immediately. He runs his company from the house and doesn’t leave very often, which makes things tricky, but I’ve already made arrangements to take a look around.” Accustomed as she was to popping in on Ciel whenever she wanted, getting into the manor was no problem for Lizzie. The real matter at hand was whether or not she could get in while Ciel was gone, with a stranger, without attracting undue attention. “He’s out to a conference of some sort today; he won’t be back until later this evening. You said you wanted to visit the house, right? I can get you in.”
Lizzie slung her shoulder bag back on and headed for the door, twirling a piece of hair around her fingers as the wheels in her head spun. “I don’t care if your friend helps you, and I’m certain I can arrange for you to meet him tonight, and—what was that?” She glanced back over her shoulder, raising her eyebrows. “Funtom Toys, yes, obviously. Maybe you do need help.” Or a keeper. It was as if he’d never set foot outside his apartment or something. Then again, Lizzie thought, he probably hadn’t. Couldn’t even get his own groceries, apparently. “So you do know the name. I thought you might.” She turned back the to the door, pulling it open delicately just in case it had crazy germs on it.
“You mean Mycroft Holmes? They’re a bit alike in some—Mycroft Holmes!” Now poised on the stairs, she stopped and turned back again, pigtails bouncing. “Is he really your brother?” Her mouth gaped open, and then Lizzie began to laugh. Her low-heeled shoes clattered down the stairs. “I never would have guessed,” she said, still giggling. “I mean, there’s really no resemblance and he’s certainly a much more like-able sort of person. Ha! You’re related to Mycroft Holmes! You really don’t get out much, do you?” Lizzie pulled out her phone, texting for Paula to bring the car around. “You know, I have an older brother, too, but my parents made sure they split the family charm evenly. You poor thing.” (Source: lady-lizzie)
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My name is Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Middleford, but you may shorten it however you like. I am a young lady of fourteen years, and I simply adore fashion, vacations, and my darling cousin, Ciel. This an rp blog, but I'll also post art and assorted Victoriana.
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