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Add me guys! -u- <3
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Add me guys! -u- <3
I feel so ronery. So ronery and awfurry arone… Seriously, I’m in some sort of fugue today. Kinda bummed. Kinda gray. Hopefully it goes away. I was trying to draw birthday gift for Mousie, but it just wasn’t coming out good. I need this fugue to go away so I can draw that. Maaaaaan…
I just wish I knew why I feel like I’m in this little isolated bubble today. I was talking to my teacher, he was standing arm’s length from me, but I felt like we were on opposite sides of the room, or something. It was weird, and disconcerting…
You know what? I bet I need a nap. I’ll probably pack up, and then nap. That’ll fix everything C:
But that doesn’t mean I can’t post a whole bunch of drawings for you all. Hurrraaaayyy
Oodles of Hikaru’s inspired by Her Majesty’s Dog. The heroine of that manga always makes me think of Hikaru, so then I end up doodling her, except I doodle in an approximation of HM’sD’s style. Oh well.
Ok, up in the corner there was a kinda doodle of Dallon, which is my Deino. I was gonna make him blind, because Deino’s can’t see, apparently. (Oops!) But as I was doodling him, I realized I’m quite happy with Dina and I don’t need another Deino Gijinka. So Dallon got scrapped.
The rest of the doodles are the Honey bun girls. Synthia got a haircut, mostly because I didn’t know how to draw her old hair cut from the left. So, BOOP. Off with the hair. Besides, I bet Syn changes her hair constantly. Also, Aggie I can’t draw you smiling any other way beyond happily or serene. I try and doodle a different expression on you, and it doesn’t look right. WHY YOU DO THIS?!
Does she look 30-40? Seriously, it’s hard to draw some one mildly aged with out making them look DECREPIT. Fer realz. So this is a Pidgeot named Eloise. She’s a cougar who molested Atsah and took his virginity when he was fifteen. She’s got something like a good twenty+ years on Atsah, so yeah. Lady Creeper. Needless to say, he doesn’t want to see her again.
Not one of my better kiss pictures, It’s hard to draw lipstick’d lips right. So it ruined the kiss. But ah well. Eloise says “Hello” in a manner Atsah doesn’t appreciate. Oh, height difference wise, she is smaller than Atsah’s 6’2, I just can’t draw height differences to save my life. Oh well.
Ok, let’s keep this misery ball rolling (see what I did there? :D) with a redesigned Tisiphone.
Still not 100% happy with Zoroark Tisiphone’s costume… But I’m happier at least. Her last costume was so UGLY. She keeps ending up in these fighting apparel. She constantly looking like she’s in a fighting game. I guess the character is trying to tell me something?
Anywho, Zorua Tisiphone on the left, Zoroark Tisiphone on the right. The more I draw Tiph the more I can’t help but think “Jair is a Zorua, Abandone is a Zoroark” :I ::SHOT::
The reason Tisiphone is unfinished in her coloring is because I’m packing up stuff, and I had to pack up my markers. Fun Fact: Tisiphone was originally colored in color pencils, but I didn’t like how that looked so I tried to save it with markers. But Tisiphone’s face was irreparably yellow. So I digitally changed the color :I In real life she looks part simpson. :|
Tiph was Takoda’s first. You always remember your first. But it was a “mistake” according to Tiph, which broke his little Furret heart into little bitty bitty pieces. But in the end maybe it had been a mistake, because this had happened shortly after Takoda evolved from a Sentret and was still suffering from identity and confidence issues. Had they stayed together, the thought that she only likes him evolved and a Furret, rather than the fat Sentret he had been would have probably poisoned their relationship a bit. Eitherway, heart broken Takoda will find Ophelia one day. So it all works out.
But wait vero! What about those other doodles! Why you mean the ones with Meo? They are exactly what they look like. Meo shows her gentle side only with children. And she loves Naira. Naira being one of the only reasons she would want to live. The reason they don’t have clothes is because after I doodled the anatomy, I didn’t feel like putting clothes on them anymore. Derp. And, p.s. Random Meo face.
Let’s finish on something that I’ve been working on and off for a while. (Since Trevor and Cherri’s wedding!!)
The heights are an ATTEMPT at trying to order them at roughly where they are. But I have a bad concept heights, so this is probably off. But hey, points for trying Vero.
I want to do another one of these, but with a different line of clothing. This is Team Valiant Formal Wear Edition. What clothing line would you all like to see Team Valiat wear next?
I named him Garterbelt.
Thank you for letting me waste your time.
I never thought I’d love my Darmanitan as much as I do. But Bridget will MOTHER FUCKING FIRE PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE. Why? CAUSE SHE’S BRIDGET. DAMNIT.
(And yes there’s a random person laying back, just Chillin’ )
This picture is a failed attempt at drawing Meo smile. Yes, it is Meo, and yes she is smiling. But it’s not the image I was going for. I’ll have to try again.
Just some ventilation for my emotions. I was very frustrated earlier today. It was sucky. Super sucky. But it got better, my friends took me out. It was my friend Julia’s birthday. They took me out for sushi and we watched movies and hanged. It was all super awesome. I ate so much good food. So. Much. Good. Food.
They’re going to try and get me to start LARPing with them Vampire the Masquerade. I have no idea what’s going to happen, but wish me luck. I predict disaster.
Remember Naira? No? Well, she is my Minccino. She evolved. C: This is an older Naira, all growed up and evolved. (That scarf was a stroke of genius I had no idea what to do with the Cinccino’s hair) I might tweak and change her a bit. Give her some more features closer to what she looked like as a Minccino, because she looks like two completely different people. Maybe changing her eyes…. Hm.
We’re going to need three goats, an hourglass, one of us is going to need to learn how to play the trumpet while the other does this:
This was an excuse to draw silly faces on DnD characters. If only because I was thinking about them. And the scene where me and the girls all tried to send bad juju towards Anders, we all wiggled our fingers like Jack… So I dunno it just made sense in my head.
Drawn for my friend who is having a tough time. So, I gave her Geronimo hugging Rango. Feel better soon, hun.
And more silly doodles.
Another drawing for a friend. C:
P.S. No I’m not depressed and going to try and kill myself with my pills.
She needed to breathe. A consequence of spending your life in a cage is becoming easily claustrophobic. She needed space, fresh air. Even in the loose and airy confines of a tee pee were sometimes too much. Being in a Pokeball intolerable. In the end Meoquanee always found herself up in the mountains and woods of Hickory Village. She would wander around at peace in her solitude. Sometimes it was so comforting to feel as if she were alone in the world. The only times she felt… almost happy were when she was teaching Naira, seeing Cherri’s little ones, or when she was alone, lying in the tall grass of the mountains, and trying to erase herself…
When she did this, she went into an almost meditative state. Erasing herself. Becoming blank and not thinking anything. Not feeling anything. The memories gone. The pain of the needles. The pain of… gone. Slipping away as she erased everything. But it never lasted. A sound, or something would shift and bring her back. Remind her that a world existed. And when she came back and all her thoughts and memories came with her… she felt crushed and worse than before. But she kept doing it… Becoming nothing……..
Water fell on her face, and Meoquanee’s eyes snapped open and she was gasping and shaking. Her claws came up and covered her face, and she shook as everything came back to her. The water that fell on her face was rain. The sky above her dark and gray. How long had she been gone? It had been early morning when she left. It was so dark now that it could be night. But that could just be the thunder clouds causing an illusion. Meoquanee stood, the rain growing stronger and she stalked off, heading back towards camp.
The Zangoose had climbed a long way into the mountains, and the rain was quickly turning into a storm. The water fell like stones, splashing hard like little pellets on the top of her head, her back, her arms. She was soon soaked and cold, her arms wrapping around herself as she walked. She kept her eyes firmly on the ground as she watched her footing in the muddy earth with her heeled shoes… Her hair hung in her face. She was quickly growing miserable. …… More miserable.
God, she wished everything would stop. The rain. Her thoughts. Her memories. The world. The people. Everything stop. Stop and become nothing. Peace… She wanted peac-
The rain stopped. No, that couldn’t be, she could still hear it. But she could no longer feel it hitting against her. Her eyes slowly lifted, seeing a pair of long legs, leading up, up, up, way up to see… Him of all people. Meoquanee lost his name for a moment. Pedg… Something to do with pedge… Arpeggio. That was it. It was him of all people. What was he doing here? Shivering Meo’s eyes lifted higher to see him holding an umbrella above her. He was quickly becoming as soaked as she was. Why didn’t he put the umbrella over both of them? Really…
“Wh-what are you doing here?” Meo’s teeth chattered as she spoke in her accented voice.
“Looking for you,” Arpeggio said matter-of-factly.
“You were missing.”
“For how long?”
“A long time.”
Meo would have pursed her lips if her teeth weren’t chattering so hard. She always got such straight forward answers from him, it was frustrating. Meoquanee glared up at his face, but he returned her glare with a simple expression, unaffected by the withering powers of her scowl. Meo eventually looked away, losing the staring contest. She just continued walking, and Arpeggio followed her with the umbrella. “Why were you in Hickory?” She asked, finding it odd that he be the one to find her.
“Looking for you.”
“I know you were looking for me, but before that. What were you doing in Hickory?”
“I came to Hickory looking for you,” he murmured back simply.
Meo stopped and turned to him, still hugging herself. This was the longest conversation she had with anyone in… well almost ever. What was it about this strange pokemon? She felt irritated and confused, “Why were you looking for me?”
“To make you smile.”
“…………What?” Meoquanee stared at him, sure she heard wrong.
“I came to Hickory, looking for you, so I could make you smile.”
“Because I wanted to see your smile.”
“…. Why” she asked again impatiently.
“Because smiling means your happy, and I’ve never seen you smile.”
“Why does that matter to you?” she frowned and turned away, walking once more.
“You just look like you need a smile,” he said simply.
Meoquanee frowned even deeper at his answer. He made no sense, why the interest in HER? Why couldn’t he just leave her alone. Everyone left her alone. She preferred it that way. She liked it that way. SHE WAS USED TO IT BEING THAT WAY. LEAVE ME ALONE. Meoquanee gasped and she stumbled at the sudden torrent of emotion hit her. And the claustrophobia hit her again. She looked back at Arpeggio, and stepped back.
“Leave me alone…” she whispered, staring at him with angry eyes.
“What?” Arpeggio asked, he hadn’t heard her over the sound of the rain.
“LEAVE ME ALONE!” Meoquanee screamed, and turned on her heal and ran. She ran blindly through the forest. All she knew is she had to get away from him. She needed space. She needed to breathe. She needed… She needed! She needed to become nothing again! Nothing…
Spend a week waiting for class so you can take your sculpture to be critiqued.
Forget to bring your sculpture on the day of class. OTL