Agatha and an Automaton from The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare
One bloodstained hand gripped Agatha’s wrist; clamped in the other was a long, thin knife. Tessa moved forward, but it was already too late. The creature swung the blade with blinding speed, and buried it in Agatha’s chest. Agatha choked, her hands going to the blade. The creature stood, ragged and terrifying and unmoving as she clawed at the knife hilt; then, with appalling swiftness, it yanked the blade back, letting her crumple to the ground. Nor did the automaton remain to watch her fall, but turned and walked back out the door through which it had come.
HOORAY! I finally got some amazing photos of Tierney in all her glory, thanks to my local friends! We spent a wonderful afternoon in the Arboretum on a warm day; not intolerable thanks to how light and maneuverable the costume is (PLUS I gave the EZCool neck cooling collar a go and it was wonderful)!
I didn’t include images of me with the kids, since I want to focus on only a small sampling of R’s frankly beautiful photos, but we were a hit and frequently paused in posing to attend to the many admirers. :) I hope to post a link to more of the day’s photos later!
Thanks to R Riley McCourt, Mare and Wylie for posing with me and helping me out so much, and of course Clockwork Creature Studios, Qarrezel, Kifu, and Mat and Velvet for their amazing work on bringing Tierney to life!
The level of detail on some suits is very astounding. Sculpting fur into feathers, making a scaled pattern thats accurate and convincing, airbrushed gradients, tons of other things! Fursuits are wearable works of love and art.
Blueprint for an automaton from The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare
“Tessa, who had moved to stand beside Will at the table, gazed down at the paper. It was covered with a rough blueprint drawing of a human skeleton made up of pistons, cogs, and plates of hammered metal. The skull had a hinged jaw, open sockets for eyes, and a mouth that ended just behind the teeth. There was a panel in the chest too, just like Miranda’s. All along the left side of the page were scrawled what looked like notes, in a language Tessa could not decipher. The letters were utterly unfamiliar.”