Hic veni, da mihi mortem iterum

Thu, 01 Mar 2007 04:54:39 GMT

Just a sketchadoodle, because Fred wanted it. Drew it up cause I got to my english class like, an hour early, because I didn't have math that day. I know the syringe is retarded, and the general anatomy sucks. I didn't feel like fixing it before I scanned it =\ Oh well.
I need to get started on Tony's paladin commission.

Holy shnazbosh, two updates in a month?!

Wed, 21 Feb 2007 07:19:39 GMT

Yeah, the world is ending. I just love drawing Sanji and Link, though usually I just end up doodling them. I dunno. Maybe I just like drawing energetic blonds.

I wonder what he's shouting. Theres so many options. "DAMIT NAVI STFU IM TRYING 2 CONSENTRTE SO I KAN BEET GANON K?"

Or you know, his typical "YAAAH"

I forgot his scabbard, and didn't feel like drawing in his shield, and I know theres a billion things wrong :( It was just a doodle that got out of hand, and I love it.

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I had waaaaay too much fun with this one, for how crappy it is. <<;
Random fact: Ever since I was a kid, I've loved breakdancing and hiphop dancing XD Weird, considering how much I hate hiphop and rap, but I dunno. And I've always wanted to draw/see Sanji breakdancing XD so voila

Theres a billion anatomical retardisms, but oh well. =D

Sanji is awesome, and I love drawing him, but I still like Zoro better. And he's not compensating, Tony, Santouryu is just awesome! D: He's not... he's not... *curls up in a dusty corner, mumbling drivel*

Ginko

Wed, 14 Feb 2007 09:18:25 GMT

Blah, picture that I did for the sole purpose of practicing backgrounds and drawing foliage. I got out of hand with detail (as usual) and completely killed the picture by doing so u_u; But I still like it. I didn't wanna put it up till I finished coloring it, but decided that its already been taking me too long, and I wanna put up some sort of progress (plus, I don't upload art often enough) So... shwah. I think I'll color it. Probably. Maybe. Sometime.

Enjoy

Doodles

Mon, 15 Jan 2007 01:30:38 GMT

Shika boooobs

He looks like a girl D: *fail*

Ginko~ <3

Tatsu - New design

Thu, 14 Dec 2006 23:42:36 GMT

Devon, you need to teach me how to draw / ink hair D: Cause I suck at it.

I swear it'll look better once I color it.

The boobs. I think I made them too big. D: They scare me.

*terror*

Fri, 17 Nov 2006 07:09:29 GMT

Muar, moar art! I don't update this thing enough. I'm too lazy to scan stuff <<; And I haven't been drawing alot lately D:

Character sheet for LC I doodled up while watching my Buffy marathon. Giles is sexy (even though he's old) and I wanted to make a char based off of him. So meet Reginald, a.k.a. The Librarian. He's related to Virus, and is english/chinese. Grew up in England, and he's all prim and proper and stuff. Yay.

And heres a couple linearts that I wanted to stick up somewhere before I screwed them over with color <<

Yes, I know its like, a month late. Whatever. I sketched it up a long time ago, near halloween, and put it aside and forgot about it. Then, I was gonna finish it and ended up leaving my sketchbook at a friend's house, and couldn't work on it for a while. Finally finished inking it a little bit ago, and scanned it today, so thar. I really like how it turned out, though :3 Can't decide how I wanna color it. Whooo.

Reno after a long day at work, chilling in his invisible furniture, in his invisible room. I just really did not feel like drawing a background. This is for Hunter (Shroom). All he wanted was a "hot guy" and I made a million and seven different sketches before finally drawing this, and being somewhat satisfied with it. I may end up not coloring this. Despite the several mistakes, I like how it turned out, and the lines make me happy.

Also, ignore the random retarded line on the left. I didn't even realize that was there until two minutes ago, and I'm too lazy to fix it.

Wed, 11 Oct 2006 04:22:19 GMT

Just a sketch based off of a part of an RP where Saiko gets injected with Threshold's Break fluid, and goes... well... psycho. She totally has an epic battle with Zald. Its so sexy.

Its just a sketch D: many things wrong with it. Many anatomical retardisms. Shut up.

She's awesome :B

Fri, 05 May 2006 05:55:23 GMT

Told you I would upload art soon =P

WOOHOO!

Bigger versions be at DA

I actually drew this like, on easter, or on the day after easter, and completely forgot to upload it until a month later XD

Gawd

My holiday pictures are always so slow.

Yay for realism. This is actually a really popular picture in my sketchbook @_@; Its sort of a "NYAH" at a person, who is always boasting about how good at realism they are.
I know mine sucks, and theres MANY things wrong with it, but I actually really like alot of things about this.

Ref pic used. If anyone can guess who I used, I'll give them a cookie. A real one, not an e-cookie. Because if you can guess who, you deserve a crazy asian chick hunting you down to give you a cookie.

Oh Runaan <3 Sexy sage boy. So much love for him.

When I started thid picture, I was just like, "I WANT TO DO SOMETHING DETAILED D:"
Not quite as detailed and spiffy as I wanted it to be, but I like how it turned out.
OH SNAP, SAGE PANTS!

Artwork belongs to MOI *licks it* HOWEVAR- The character, Runaan, belongs to the oh-so-awesometacular Eriko Myoujin. Check out her sexy art at erikomyoujin.deviantart.com

So yeah

Feedback, yo.

ALSO: If anyone knows where I can upload the pictures, and not have them all... resized and crappy, for FREE, please tell moi, I would be highly grateful.

.:The Last Dream:.

Mon, 17 Apr 2006 23:16:21 GMT

The Last Dream

Heavy eyelids are probably the worst part of being tired. They feel thick, and dry, like they’re plotting to try and slowly rub the thin membrane layer off of one’s eyeball, that keeps it moisturized and safe. And then the lightheadedness is also irritating; it gives one the feeling that they’re off balance, and they can’t think properly. One too many air bubbles in the folds of the brain, is what James always said. Or did he? His memory wasn’t the best, so he never knew if he really did say something, or not. Even now, he wasn’t quite sure if he was falling asleep, or if he was just forgetting something again… ironic how those two things were so alike. But after a moment of thought, he nodded to himself, frowning in determination as his head started to become a little heavier. Yes, he was most definitely falling asleep. He really shouldn’t. He knew that he shouldn’t, it would be the third time he’d fallen asleep in his English class, and his teacher had previously said that the third would be the last time. It really is impossible to stop the process of falling asleep, though, once it’s started. It grabs a hold of you, sticky black fingers of melting licorice pressing against your skin and slowly dragging you into oblivion while little voices of temptation whisper in your ear, a dangerous chorus of tragedy and desire. His head bobbed for a moment, and he gripped the edge of his desk with hands that felt like they were many sizes too big, trying to fight it, but it overtook him all the same. Before he knew it, he was asleep, the numbness of exhaustion wrapping its heavy arms around him and squeezing until he could barely feel his own breathing.

James woke up again before he could even begin to dream, eyes snapping open and head jerking up, the guilty feeling of giving into temptation seeping into his chest as he looked up at the time. He’d slept through the entire class, and while being amazed that the teacher hadn’t noticed, he took it as a stroke of good luck, and turned to the person sitting next to him to ask what the homework was. Then confusion overtook him. Who was this person? James had never seen him in his entire life, and while they did seem vaguely familiar, no memory of name or experiences together arose. A quick glance around the room showed that the faces of all the students brought up that same feeling, the awkward nervousness one gets when first meeting someone. Why couldn’t he remember them? Their expressions seemed all wrong, like their features had been hastily stuck on with crazy glue, a meaningless Picasso portrait that no one understood. But then again, did they even have features? As he stared at them, their eyes sank back into their heads, their lips melded together and their noses melted away, faces becoming a blur lost in a sea of flesh and hair. Even the teacher was unrecognizable, her voice droning on like the dying engine of a car that had been sloppily cared for too long.

He had to get out of there, before these people realized that he didn’t belong and ravaged him, tearing his skin from his bones with questions of whom he was and where he came from. James narrowed dark eyes in determination, reaching up with a pale hand to brush peppery brown hair from his eyes, and began to sneak towards the door in the back of the room, avoiding the teacher’s hawk-like gaze while stooped low to the ground. One hand touched the handle of the door before a raspy voice called out his name, sending cold shivers of terror up his spine, and before he knew what he was doing, James jerked the door open, taking off down the hallway. Black and white converse shoes pounded against the tiled floor as the exit grew closer, the sound echoing like the laughter of a thousand and one voices, amused at his pathetic attempt to escape. He did get out, though, bursting through the doors of the prison and out into the warm sunny air, but he didn’t stop running. Even when his chest felt like he were breathing in acid, and his legs burned, and his knees were unsteady, he continued to run on. He only stopped when the school was well out of sight, and he found himself in the middle of the city, people walking all around him, but none of them seeing him. He was just another crazy of every day life: nothing to see here folks. Move along, move along.

The crowd shifted this way and that, their voices jumbled into one noisy beehive of sound as they chattered on endlessly with their invisible cell phones, technology making them so small they were unnoticeable. But then again, who knows, maybe they really all were talking to themselves.

“Make it all go away.”

James reached up, grabbing his hair, pulling at it, his eyes widening in terror, the fear of getting lost in conformity, fear of being lost in the vast, endless ocean of unoriginality seeping into his skin. Another whisper came from him, his voice barely audible to even his own ears.

“Make it all go away.”

Like the sun had been turned up one too many degrees, the heat began to rise, making his face dry and his feet sweaty. One of the people of the crowd close to him opened their mouth to complain about the sudden change in temperature, but before she could get a word out, her tongue cracked, splitting wide open and bleeding out all over her pale, otherwise unmarred skin and staining her perfectly ironed clothes. Her eyes sizzled, bubbling in their sockets, and her hair frayed out as her skin began to wrinkle and crack, a white, colorless ooze making its way out of the split skin, dripping down her pretty suit. Within seconds, she was all dried out, her bones shattering and her body blowing away as dust in the wind, ashes scattering everywhere. No one else noticed, though, no one other than James, who stared on in horror, not quite sure of what had just happened. Another one of the people, a man, turned towards James, smiling in the friendly way that said that he was only speaking because he had nothing better to do, nowhere better to be.

“Hot day, isn’t it?”

After the words left his mouth, his lips began to sag, along with his nose, and the skin around his eyes, the normally tight and reliable skin turning to mush and dripping from his bones. Once their support was gone, the eyeballs fell free with soft plops, hanging there over the man’s cheekbones by the muscles and nerve cords, but seeing nothing. The man continued to smile, even after his tendons turned to jelly and he fell to the ground, melting away into a puddle of rainbow goo; his smile remained, until it was just another crack in the sidewalk, always laughing, always friendly.

A violent scream erupted from James, horror showing in his face as he stumbled backwards, grabbing at his cheeks. Who could blame him? Seeing a person turn to dust, and another melt away because of a hot day had to be at least slightly unnerving. He wanted to ask for directions, but everyone was suddenly speaking in Spanish, even though it felt like he was in France. While moving back, the boy bumped into a pregnant lady, and his eyes flicked to her swollen stomach, his mind briefly wondering how such a thin layer of skin could carry something so heavy. Just then, the woman smiled, and with a horrible ripping sound, her belly tore open, the skin giving way, no longer able to support the thing that was growing within her. The baby, only partially developed but still wanting to live, reached its small hands up, grabbing it’s mother’s organs, digging tiny incomplete fingers into her warm viscera, but the insides couldn’t hold him, giving away to the soft tug and spilling out onto the concrete. With a sickening smack, the child hit the ground, squirming for a moment before lying still. It stayed there, in a pool of blood and other fluids that normally kept it safe, while the mother just smiled, even though her soft internal matter was all over the ground. Bugs swarmed to the newborn’s body, roaches and flies crawling over the sticky skin and wiggling into its nose and mouth, while maggots squirmed out of its eye sockets, digging their small scratchy legs into the flesh and ravaging upon it mercilessly.

James screamed again, but this time, no sound came out, the air thick and mushy as it poured into his lungs, melted green candle wax coating his throat and preventing him from breathing, from saying anything. The children from the nearby catholic school walked by, laughing and playing their clapping games while reciting nursery rhymes, all lined up in two pretty rows, not noticing the boy from the public school going crazy. Pay no mind to him, he wasn’t ‘normal’. Even when James fell to his knees, his skin boiling and the air bubbles in his brain growing until his skull cracked open like an overcooked hotdog, brains spilling out over his upturned hands, slipping through his fingers, they didn’t notice him, singing and dancing past without a care. The world turned all askew, and collapsed in on itself, replaced by blackness, a screaming void of silence.

“James, wake up right this instant!”

Despite the teacher’s insistent yelling, the boy continued to lay there, his head nestled gently in his arms. One of his classmates shook his shoulder, but there wasn’t any response. The girl sitting next to him saw the thick blood leaking out of his nose, fear showing in her face as she raised a shaky hand.

“Um… I think something’s wro—“

“No one asked what you think, Melissa! James, wake up! I told you, the third time would be the last time you fall asleep in my class! Now stop ignoring me!”

The teacher had interrupted the concerned girl rather rudely, but it wasn’t her fault. She’d had a bad day, and she didn’t know about the blood clot that had been forming in James’ brain since about a week ago, the clot that would stop all his bodily functions, the one that the doctors had warned him about. It really was the last time that James would fall asleep in that teacher’s class, or in any class at all. One could only hope his last dream was a good one.

Wheeeeee~ =3 that was fun. Did it for a creative writing assignment, over the course of an hour XD When double spaced, it spanned over six pages! (Looks small here, though.) It turned out nicely, though I know theres mistakes everywhere. Buuut, thats okay. I didn't like it at first, but a... fangirl of mine read it during first period, and she was so ecstatic about it, I couldnt help but feel a little proud D: Its an interesting feeling, having fangirls. Anyway, I tried to sort of adopt Kijou-neechan's style of writing, cause its just that awesome @_@ I luff, its so pretty. Makes me wanna take the words and squish them between my fingers. I didnt portray it very well, but still ._.; Anyway, R&R, yo.

This is dedicated to Kijou, cause she's just that awesome XD She and Will were the inspiration for this =3 Many thanks to you both <3

And I swear I'll upload something other than writing sometime soon ._.; Some art will come... <<; *lazy*

Thu, 16 Mar 2006 07:17:12 GMT

Lemon

Pucker up for me
In a face of disgust, or perhaps dislike
Or maybe an expression of acidic enjoyment.
Little droplets of dew
Running down my cold, yellow skin, like glistening children
Laughing and dancing with gravity as they plummet towards the ground.
Take a knife, with it’s gleaming blade and impending doom
Stick it into my skin, slowly at first, to make sure you’ll have a clean cut.
Then push.
A single silent scream escapes as my body splits into two
The bittersweet blood dripping, making sticky stains on the ground
Don’t touch your eyes, it’ll burn, and bring forth tears unbidden.
Are you weeping for my death?
It is sour, but do not cry, for it will add flavoring
To your juice, or your food
Perhaps lobster.

Done for a creative writing assignment. Had to write a 15+ line poem, with complete personification, alot of imagery, and at least one metaphor or similie. I hate poems, and I hate reading them, and analyzing them, and while I do like riddles, poetry just tend to end up pissing me off in some way or another. I like writing them more than I like reading them, though, and sometimes, I do like to read them, if they catch my interest.

I dont know. I'm not making sense. I wrote that poem really early in the morning, before I went to school (because I'm a slacker~). I wasn't feeling creative (The song Lemon Tree came on, and thats what inspired me XD) and I didnt know how to close it up, thus the random lobster. But either way, I like how it turned out. Bah. I should sleep XD

Mon, 13 Mar 2006 06:33:52 GMT

I want

I want to see you moving.
I want to see you smiling.
I want to see you crying.
I want to see your expression as you let go.
I want to see you.
I want to breathe in your scent.
I want to smell your hair.
I want to smell your skin.
I want to smell your ecstasy.
I want to smell you.
I want to hear your moans.
I want to hear your whimpers.
I want to hear your uneven breath against my ear.
I want to hear you.
I want to be weak in the knees.
I want to taste your skin, your sweat.
I want to taste your mouth, warm and wet.
I want to taste you.
I want to feel my heart in my throat.
I want to feel tingles where I should be numb.
I want to feel your breath on my skin.
I want to feel your hand moving under my clothes.
I want to feel your hair against my cheek.
I want to feel your warmth against mine.
I want to feel you move against me.
I want to feel your heartbeat.
I want to feel you.
I want to hold you.
I want to keep you.
I want to have you as my own.
I want to love you.
I want you.

Haaaaah. Vincent inspired this. And the rp with Dani and Will <3~ Yaaay for Mitternacht, Bella, Vincent, Frans, and Viktor.

So, on the creepy meter, how high am I?

...

That high, huh?

Well, I've been up for 30~40 hours, so I cant be blamed.

Although I would make a superb stalker, if I do say so myself.

Thu, 29 Dec 2005 02:01:42 GMT

random, pointless update.

Bored, want to draw, want to write, but then again, I dont.

D:

Enfer here, saying Yo.

Just for the hell of it.

Sat, 12 Nov 2005 02:20:08 GMT

Yes, first one =O

=3 Saiko (code name: Psycho), new rp character XD I wanted to draw a picture, being inspired by disturbed's Meaning of Life, but it turned out like this =O Not that I'm not happy with it XD I like the contrast and stuff, the hair makes me happy =O

Shwash

Fri, 11 Nov 2005 04:33:54 GMT

=O Yus, created.

Will add more later