Order date: 1st February 2017
Order shipped: 4th April 2017
Arrived at my door: 10th April 2017
There’s many reasons why I love the Dollshe Arsene:
(1) That face! It’s not exactly handsome, in fact it’s a little quirky and unusual, but that’s what makes it beautiful to me. I’m always attracted to things that are not overt or explicit. I think he has the potential to wear many different expressions. No kidding I really want to paint 100 Arsenes!
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Wow it’s official! The Dollshe Arsene is my most favourite doll. The face shape is very pleasing and versatile, you can turn him into a sweet character or a mature character. The resin from Dollshe is the best to paint and it’s available in so many different colours.
I hope to paint a hundred of them. That’s right, 100 Arsene faces!! Lol… I don’t know if it can be possible, but I can dream…
For now I’d just like to share with you all two that I’ve painted so far… (98 more to go!)
In Copper Oriental – Doll belongs to Frederic Butz:
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I recently visited the house in Jakarta that I grew up in until I was 14. It had been twenty years since I left it. My mother left my things exactly how I had them. It was like opening a time capsule. I had these precious toys, books and other personal effects, but how I remember them vivid with colours, they are now the complete opposite; stained, yellowed and moldy. Due to the humid and hot climate of Jakarta, not one thing survived. It was kind of sad finding them like that. I wonder if one day after I am gone, this doll that I once really liked would become stained, yellowed and moldy too. So i am taking his photos, hopefully whoever ends up with him would find these photos and can see how he once looked.
Part 1: It wasn’t just the undead that were kept in The Arena. Sometimes unfortunate and unwanted humans made their way to the lower labyrinths too. For all their gladitorial business, it’s funny how no one talked about how they kept their zombie fighters ‘alive’ and it was common knowledge that the zombies performed best when fed human flesh.
Part 2: The last time Wren saw his older brother Ellya they were hurling hurtful words to each other. It has been two years since then and Wren couldn’t even remember exactly what it was they were arguing about but it made Ellya storm off the night the zombie outbreak hit their town. Wren escaped the worst of the carnage but Ellya was missing ever since. Just as he was about to give up searching, Wren caught word of The Monkey-one of The Arena’s favourite undead slave fighters. The creature was missing its tongue but people say when it cried it seemed to howl the word ‘Wren’.
Part 3: Wren made it just in time to see them haul The Monkey out onto The Arena. Its skin had completely blackened, all its limbs rotted and half its skull was missing. But it was jerking and snapping incessantly like a wild animal in its chains. It was torture seeing Ellya like that. Somebody in the crowd was saying too bad that it’ll be The Monkey’s last day on The Arena because it’s up against Pretty Boy and that thing apparently killed anything in its way. Time was running out and Wren had to act fast.
So I have this Leekeworld Mihael head that I’ve kept for ages. I had it up for sale before but nobody wanted it so I’ve just given it a new faceup today. Previously he looked mean and haughty, thought I’d try and give him a bit of a submissive look this time. I like my subs…
I wish I had a more realistic wig, something with a neatly combed side part like boys used to wear back in the Victorian era. Oh well, this tousled mess of a hair will have to do for now.
Here he reminds me of Mafuyu from that manga “Given” by Kizu Natsuki, lol. Cameron’s not the best paintjob, but i dunno, i like this expression. I think I would be very sad if i accidentally ding’d this faceup. I didn’t want a pretty Venitu, I didn’t want a handsome or cool looking one. I want one that looks just unassuming and ordinary actually. I want a face that I can look into and not be daunted or awed, but just quietly tells me his story.
I guess some habits die hard. Those who knew Kitson before he became a zombie, were probably more familiar with his fists than his manners. At first he was just getting back at those bullies who kept attacking the kids from his hood. Being poor just makes you a target of many different kinds of vices. One thing led to another, when one debt cleared another just took its place. One friend saved, another just took an advantage. When they started betting on his fights, that’s when he knew he was falling through the cracks. But the money was good. It helped ma with her medical needs. It was so easy to give in. Before long nothing else made sense but the blood and the shakes.