deviantART: Popular Wall E Mixed Media

Wall-e

Wed, 02 Sep 2009 10:18:55 PDT

FINALLY came around to sketching WallE after i found a good reference sketch in kidnotoriuos's gallery... my fav disney character.. used whiteboard markers,2B pencil, Microtip, Chiseltip pen and modified it on MSOffice in the end... Hoe you guyz lyke it..

Wall-E motivation

Sat, 12 Sep 2009 10:09:51 PDT

The future is TODAY!

Wall-E's Eve

Mon, 13 Aug 2012 09:06:05 PDT

Wall-E's Eve as a mermaid.

l i n e in your book

Thu, 28 Feb 2008 12:34:22 PST

_{& i'm
nothing
more than
a
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in your
book.

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Featured:
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you could pin it on your wall! [link]}

Genji 2

Wed, 06 Sep 2006 00:41:09 PDT

Another kiri-e of Genji, this one is hanging on my wall andhas no calligraphy, but well.. I hope you people will like it as well!
thank you!
And yeah - comments make me very very very happy!

I Heart WALL-E T-Shirt

Tue, 08 Jul 2008 11:30:04 PDT

This is a T-Shirt I hand-painted and wore. (when I went to see "WALL-E") I wasn't sure which category it belonged in (it was a painting, it was fan art, it was mixed media...) so I stuck it in Mixed Media. The shirt is folded at the bottom so it would show off the "tread marks" and fit the picture size.

To make this, I started by creating a template in MGI PhotoSuite. (a 10-year-old piece of software that was good for its time (its only brush is an airbrush! )) I then printed this out, pinned it to the shirt, (had to do some shuffling with the template) and cut certain parts out. I then penciled in the edges of the template (like a stencil), and painted within those lines. My template ended up being slightly off center, so I took a sea sponge (which just happened to be in the paint box) and dabbed red paint around the design. I finished off by sponging red and black stripes to the sleeves and black "tread marks" to the bottom.

After this, I waited a day for it to dry, and wore it to the movie on opening night!

I went back into MGI PhotoSuite and added a background because there were some family photos in the picture I took. Silly me!

This was a blast to make. If anyone wants the template, I'll post it and a link here!

Gentle Warrior -Kenshin Himura

Tue, 15 Mar 2005 10:09:22 PST

Gentle Warrior - Kenshin Himura

For Sale?: No. It hangs nicely on my bedroom wall :3
Type: Natural Media / Collage
Media/Tools: Arcylic paints, monoprint, prismacolour markers, magazine cutouts
Based on: Nobuhiro Watasuki's manga artwork of Kenshin
Canvas: BIG posterboard ... approximately 30" x 25"
Date Created: December 2003
Anime/Series: Rurouni Kenshin
Character(s): Kenshin Himura
My Comments:

.: intro :.
This is an old art piece I did two years ago, for that giant Rurouni Kenshin project I did for grade 11 art class. We had to choose a comic/cartoon character to make as our "hero", and create a variety of art pieces as tribute to them... including a comic, monoprint, sketches, and this final studio, the collage. I absolutely loved doing this project, because it was so fun choosing Kenshin Himura as my hero.. undoubtedly my favourite anime character of all time. This poster now hangs happily on the Kenshin wall in my room .

For the rest of this commentary, I will simply put what I wrote in my original art critique for this piece, that I submitted with it back in grade 11:

Description

My hero, Kenshin Himura, is an intricate character who lives by a non-killing philosophy and upholds strong values and ethics. I decided to represent him wielding his reverse blade sword, incapable of killing and designed for the sole purpose of saving the lives of others. He carries a stem of flowers in his mouth to complement the sword an object of war to rather represent a theme of peace and tranquility. It also symbolizes that Kenshin is never the aggressor; instead he is the keeper and protector of victims of aggression. The scarf he holds along with the flow of his hair displays his graceful fighting style. The collage shows the many individuals Kenshin lives to protect.

Analysis

In this collage of my hero, I have used the elements of colour, shape, form, space and line. With colour, the purplish-red for his hakamashita blouse is contrasted by the mellow yellow and greens in the background. I have contrasted the bold orange of Kenshins hair and the peachy tan of his skin with the bright blues in the edges of the scarf. The use of line on his hair and in the scarf creates a round, encircling sense of movement which also creates emphasis. Throughout the central composition, several different shapes and forms have been used: the long length of his reverse-blade sword and its sheathe, as well as the curvy shape of his hair and the scarf. This helps create variety.

Interpretation

In my depiction of my hero, the central idea being expressed is that true heroism isnt about killing others but saving lives, even the life of an enemy. Kenshins gentle, humble and somewhat feminine exterior contradicts the popular stereotype of a muscular hero with a triumphant and almost arrogant appearance. I have used the symbolism in the flowers, the collage, and in the reverse-blade sword to further emphasize Kenshins philosophy on heroism; a philosophy that combines humility and compassion with heroic acts.

This message is addressed to any of those who feel that heroism must immediately include physical superiority and a winner and loser. This message challenges them to accept heroism as the strength of an individual to rescue lives from both peril and sin.

Judgement

I believe that the overall composition with the many usages of symbolism was clear and effective. The most essential component of this tribute to Kenshin Himura is to accurately convey Kenshins unconventional perception of true heroism. I feel that there are many visual keys in this image that challenge one to align themselves with Kenshins way of thinking, where heroism is solely about unconditional forgiveness, protecting the weak and righting the wrong. The artwork combines many principles and elements of design as well as a large variety of media. All of this combines together to portray the importance of inner strength and its significance in a true hero.

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Thanks for looking!

Peace. Love. Anime.

Kaliko Rosa
h t t p : / / w w w . k a l i k o . c j b . n e t

Kisses to my love, Tenshi Musouka

"Love is patient; love is kind. Love does not envy; is not boastful; is not conceited; does not act improperly; is not selfish; is not provoked; does not keep a record of wrongs; finds no joy in unrighteousness, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends."
-1 Corinthians 13: 4-8

"Let everything you do be done in love."
- 1 Corinthians 16: 14

Wall-E

Sat, 05 Jul 2008 08:11:56 PDT

wow i haven't uploaded anything in forever....

anyway, i saw Wall-E (twice) and i'm in love with the movie and of course Wall-E, who just might be the most adorable thing i've ever seen...and then i went on DA so i could fav every piece of fanart, and there wasn't any! so i went to fix that, hope you like it.

i think i'll go see it again today...

materials: pastels and colored pencil

Wall-E copyright Pixar and Disney

My Neon Freak Show

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 17:06:44 PST

Watercolor and colored pencil on pen.

Her name's Annika. She's a nurse from outer space who works at an underground insane asylum and drugs Dr. Bizarro, an imaginary friend/ mad scientist merged with reality in an experiment-gone-wrong. He used to live in a really trippy, colorful Dr. Seuss-esque funhouse in the imaginary world, with crazy mirrors, bounce house walls, twisty rainbow sprinklers, slime, clowns... etc. He created his own world with a "Create Your Own Universe" kit, and designed the lives of two "Video Children" who live there, Kiwi Brite and Jonah Flowers. I haven't come up with a good name for this place yet... but it's very cosmic and starry... haha... and everyone wears pink star sunglasses and holographic clothes. Dr. Bizarro used to control everything that happened to Kiwi and Jonah, plotting out their lives with his kit from the comfort of his Dr. Seuss palace thing-- until a failed experiment expelled them all into "The Real World." Dr. Bizarro was discovered living in the bathroom of a Chuck E. Cheese, putting mechanical animal parts together and bringing his creations to life... and his imagination explodes and there's a lot of fluorescent paint and strobe lights and black lights and streamers and lasers and glowsticks and disco balls and... that STUFF... the government decided his imagination was too powerful, and he was dangerous. So, they locked him up in a padded room, and Annika (the alien nurse... above) followed orders and drugged him every day so his brain wouldn't function right, and he would be under government contol... but THEN, she found out the real reason she was drugging him and stopped, and his memories returned annnnd he found Jonah and Kiwi and snuck them into the asylum, then concocted this weird potion so they could go back to their previous lives and become imaginary friends... or dream characters... or puppeteers... but then the derranged man who runs the asylum and has a split personality that turns him into an evil rainbow clown at night...

Yeah... I'm just gonna stop there. xD I added more to the obnoxiously long and confusing summary which really isn't a summary, so much as me just rambling on and on, trying to give some sort of idea as to where this is all going. Haha.

But... YEAH. That's who that girl is. Lol. It's for a screenplay I'm writing. Hm. That's all, I think.

i am finally free

Tue, 25 Aug 2009 12:45:29 PDT

_{I can feel myself today.
I am finally

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you could pin it on your wall! [link]}

wall-e

Wed, 03 Nov 2010 10:14:11 PDT

another drawing I did at school... I saw that film a million times...

RAVEN NATION................DAVIS II

Tue, 10 Jan 2012 11:31:46 PST

RAVEN NATION ...............DAVIS II

Water Color Pencils combined with Fine Tipped Felt Pens
on 140 lb. paper
Decided to take a break from some intense paintings I am working on to let some color fly and do a QUICK + BRIGHT PAINTING.

This is straight from the right side of my brain and took 2 hours to complete, this was strictly a coffee break style painting so don't think this is the new me for 2012.

I have some high end stuff in the works, so stay tuned.

I would like to hear what you think of this "RAVEN NATION" off the wall style painting if you have time to comment.

Thanks and to all "A GREAT 2012"

Abedia and Friends Collection

Mon, 06 Dec 2010 01:20:51 PST

A. Saladin the All-Too Forgiving.
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_{Frett: Ugh... my head...

Abedia: Oooooh my gosh, Saladin, I'm so sorry...
Saladin: It's OK Abedia, really--
Abedia: But it's just... I just... the Gallagher Twins, they--
Saladin: For the 28th TIME Abedia, IT'S OK... I woulda did the same thing in your shoes.
Gredd: What? Throw a building at us?

(Everyone glares at Gredd)

(Abedia wipes some tears from her eyes then leaves.... Saladin opens his mouth to say something but then just lets it go.... he then turns to Marion who is sitting at his bedside holding a bottle)

...

Saladin: ... Marion, that's not a Healing Potion... that's Shampoo
Marion: ... (Looks at the label on the bottle)
Saladin: Why don't you go keep Abedia company for a while? Calm her down a bit...
Marion: ... Okay, but... what about you?

Saladin: All I need is some rest.... the Gallaghers, however... (Looks over at the Gallagher Twins...)

*THWACK*

Frett: Dammit, Gredd, I have a frickin' headache!
(Gredd is on the floor holding his stomach in pain)

Saladin: ... Eh they'll be fine...}

Don't EVER Piss off Abedia... Just don't

I still suck at writing stories, so...

This took me a frickin' while to do (well.... 3 days for the picture itself for a whole 2 weeks for how to go about it ) The Backgrounds still suck. The outside of the building was created from scratch in MS Paint, as well as the corners of Saladin's room... I cheaped out by using GIMP's blending/gradient tool and sorta of reused the the sky and grass background from the "My First 3 Giantesses" deviation. The Desk in the corner of the picture is supposed to have a sheet of notebook paper with my "PJHZ" signature/initials thingy on it, in case I didn't use the Poster on the wall.

B. Abedia's Unbreakable Skin
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_{Abedia: "OW!" (Pulls an arrow out of her butt) "What the hell?! Did you shoot that?!"

Gredd: "Oh hey, whaddya know? She felt that one. Eh, bro? I guess you won the bet."

Frett: "...It's like she didn't even feel the stones, sticks and cannonballs we launched at her."

Abedia: "What?! Why the HELL were you shooting crap at my ass?!"

Frett: - "We're on Lookout Booty... er Duty..."

Gredd: - "And you were kinda blocking the view."}

C. "Can I keep It?"
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_{"Whoa-- What the Hell is THAT?!" ~Saladin
"I found it out by the forest, Can I keep it? Pleeease?" ~Marion}

I've named the "Little War Maiden"
, Marion. She's what is called a War Doll, an animated doll or puppet powered by magic. MArion has caught herself a "Tausian Greaver" - It resembles a hybrid between an Eagle, a Lion and a Bear as well as having "Owl Ears."

D. Abedia's Favorite Animal.
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If you like to wear plush cap hats or fake cat ears (or have real cat ears) there is a chance that you'll be snatched up and hugged to death by a 83ft 18-21 year old Giantess. Like what happened to Marion and Tomoka here, when they visited Abedia and... Yup, Abedia loves Cats

Making the background was a bit of a pain... The walls, the ceiling, the corners, the carpet Abedia's laying on... Probably not the best choice of colors... oh well.

E. Window Washing
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"Hey who turned out the sun?!"

Boy did I screw up the buildings here, in fact, it used to be one single building but because of the way the Windows where I changed it.

World of Taus: Knights of Gardemus © ~ProjectHazoid
The resemblance of an Owlbear and Dungeons & Dragons are © Wizards of the Coast, designed by Gary Gygax.

The REAL Wall-E

Sun, 20 Sep 2009 14:38:01 PDT

yeah, this was at the D-23 Expo, it was fun. They basically had a life-size wall-e that moved around, he was soo cute!! that's my twin cousin, Ashely and I'm the one w/o the necklace.

Exoplanetscape 9

Mon, 20 Aug 2012 10:37:45 PDT

More examples of my astronomical art can be viewed in my DA "Scientific Illustration" gallery:

[link]

Welcome to the grey goo.

This is the planet Ozymandius. Were an expedition from Earth to land here, it might be assumed at first glance that the surface is entirely composed of natural and lifeless stone and sand. A geometric analysis of the crytaline features would however determine that NOTHING on this world's surface is natural. It is ALL artificial. This includes the planet's two moons.

If humanity ever ventures into the galaxy it may be statistically most likely that the first evidence of extraterrestrial intelligence that we encounter will be found in a fossil form. Something went through this system a billion years ago and left only the equivalent of the garbage piles seen in the movie "Wall-E". Is this the work of nanotechnology? Is this evidence of Von Neuman machines run amok? Imagine a planet entirely covered in "2001" style monoliths. "Their origin and purpose are a total mystery."

art & text (c) John P. Alexander

Buy N Large jingle

Thu, 05 Feb 2009 21:45:26 PST

The Buy N Large jingle (titled "BNL" on the CD) was composed by Thomas Newman and its lyrics were written by Bill Bernstein for Pixar's film WALL·E. Thomas Newman has been nominated for Academy Awards in music at least four times.

Buy n Large
Is your superstore
We've got all you need
And so much more...

Happiness is
What we sell
That's why everyone
Loves B-N-L!

hr. Aurelius

Sun, 11 Nov 2012 14:51:28 PST

_{LOOK AT MY LIFE DECISIONS WHAT AM I EVEN DOING For

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| Name | Aurelius (Aure for short)

| Age |25

| Gender | Male

| Gang | Lavish Grace

| Class | E

| Height | 6’1

| Type | Zodian

| Model | Leo

| Eye Color | Green

| Hair Color | Red/brown with golden highlights

| Master | Anajile

| Magic |

.offensive. Fire
.defensive. Filter
.supportive. Enhancement: Adrenaline | Haste | Precision

| Weapon | Clawed gauntlets (hands and feet). Made with steel armor and disguised with a layer of fur that he can coat over with his fire magic. Also used for sliding, climbing, wall running, gripping and anything else he can do involves using the gauntlet to aid him in some way.

| Tattoo | Center of chest

| Talents |
.hand-to-hand combat. Aure’s forebody is very powerfully built and has the greatest strength. This enables the arial to deliver blows with his hands/forepaws heavy enough to break a person’s back
.fire spinning. At first Aure was taught by his former master several fire performance arts as means of entertainment but soon was taught to him to learn disciplines in fire magic, balance, and even aerobatics/gymnastics
.caregiver. When he first moved in with the masters family, one of his important job was caring for the households daughter, Anajile, when the parents weren’t around. This including cooking meals for her, playing with her, personal care and assistance, ect ect ect…

| Personality | ”It may be time to defend something that is dear to your heart – defend it fiercely if you must.”

Guardian | Loyal | Prideful | Ferocity | Confident | Headstrong | Aure is warm of spirit, eager for action and driven by a desire to be loved for what he brings to others, particularly his master. He is a magnanimous leader and a faithful servant. Aurelius proudly cares for his master, fights and takes care of their survival with relentless intent and ferocity, when needed. He is very loyal, and will defend his friends and family’s honor to the death.

He sometimes CAN be intimidating. His self-assurance knocks some of the meeker, milder signs off their feet. He tries not to come across as though he is totally able to do without others. Being the most generous sign of the zodiac, he gives his time and love to anyone he knows that needs it. And when the going gets tough, he can hold his head high and command respect in almost any situation. Sometimes haughty, always dignified, there's rarely any danger of him losing his cool, maybe expect when confronted with the true ignorance of the Black Entity.

Actors and actresses come under the sign of Leo and it's indeed true that Aurelius’ sign is connected with the flair for dramatics. He loves being center stage, especially during coliseum tournaments, and put on a good show.

| Likes | Protecting/caring for Anajile | Standing up for others | Playing with fire | Entertaining others | Milk | Fair fights

| Dislikes | Unfair advantages | Watching aerials being discriminated against | Ruthless, cold-hearted individuals | Cheaters |

| Background |

The leo zodian was brought up by the methods of synchronization by request from a woman, Hollin, who’s obsessions with aerials was beyond the point of love. And so when the time came, the aerial, who’s name came to be Aurelius, was brought home and welcomed into the wealthy, 3 person family. This is when he met the young daughter of his master, Analije.

And so the lion lived a life close to his master and her daughter, more or so the master. Hollin treated him almost like favored servant, having him follow her around, join her in activities, help her with chores. The master soon decided that she also wanted to teach Aure to fighting, seeing as how his eyes would gleam when viewing coliseum battles. And so they too trained for the tournaments. Over the course of time Aurelius and his master would form a close, unbreakable bond with each other. He constantly said to her, “There is noone in this world or the next I would rather die for. I would travel to the end of this world for you. Hollin, I will protect you. I will honor you. Hollin, I love you.”

Also, over this time, Aurelius became a playmate and caregiver for Hollin’s daughter, Anajile. Whenever Hollin was away with her husband, Aure was the one to become one of Ana’s closest companions. The girl reffered to him as ‘her lion’ and it would always sadden her when Aure was whisked away into the tournaments for battle. “I assure you young Ana, I be back to comfort and watch over you as you sleep”

A few years eventually passed and tragedy hit home. It was during a tournament event that through a turn of events, an opponent had struck Hollin in the center of the chest causing a critical wound. Aure was there by her side as she was taken into the hospital. In the midst of it all Hollin was able to give her lion one last request, “"I want you to do me a favor? "Could you stay by little Anajille? She's a troublesome girl and will get herself into trouble without proper supervision." Aure agreed to this and soon her final hours became apparent and the lion’s master would leave this world.

Aurelius of course felt an intense loss and he had to be taken a away for a few years for some therapies and for re-synching. He would return to a home where Anajile suffered from loneliness while her father hid away in his room and rarely came out. Having made that promise to Hollin, Aure decided to start where he last left off, and now Anajile was his master. The two are now side by side with the White Cardinal’s, continuing to live their lives and move forward in this divided world…

| Additional Info |
`Depending on his mood, he can chew you up or smother you in warm loving licks that can bowl you over

`A potential weakness of his is the need for approval from his master, Ana, can become too important

‘His mane/hair is a weak point during battle; its fullness makes it easy for his opponents to grab at it. he's too prideful to tame it jhjg

` When Aurelius roars, it can do so with enough force to raise a cloud of dust and can be heard 5 miles away

`Made a promise to Anajile’s mother that he would forever project her and do as she commands

`Mixes hand-to-hand combat with fire

`Always felt ashamed about having let his previous master die in battle and can never let go of that burden

`Worries constantly when Anajile is not in his range of sight

`His body temperature is usually high, making him feel warm to touch

`In Latin the name Aurelius means the golden-one}

WALL-E

Fri, 30 Nov 2012 21:59:42 PST

Sometimes I have cardboard and duct tape and nothing to do with them.

Requested Color Art: IcEKoLd

Thu, 12 Oct 2006 02:06:49 PDT

OMG! Took me form 1AM-2AM! D:
I was preparing science review for finals. Then I forgot I had to do work that I missed on Friday and Monday for U.S. History. I know I have hella things to catch up in for English. My mind kept getting distracted on something and that drove me up the wall, lol, I'll post it up tomorrow- er... today after school. Shit! I still have math to do!!! D:!!!!11

Oh well, anyways...

=IcEKoLd wanted me to color so I did, so there you go. It has borders and stuff, but it's 2 in the morning and I didn't feel like placing them in the picture, but I'll probably change it later or something, okay? Lol, I'm typing like... super fast so that way I can skip math and english and just go to freakin' bed because my cat is driving me insane!

Okay!!@!$E@#$R%@# Bye byesssE@!#!!@!!!!24235367 <333345645674

Ode to Joy

Thu, 05 Feb 2009 21:51:57 PST

After seeing the short film BURN-E on the WALL·E DVD, I was inspired to write out Ludwig van Beethoven's "Ode to Joy". The song plays during the short film's credits, and BURN-E himself hums the song when he first starts his welding job. I wrote the song in D Major, the same key it's played in in the film. I'm not sure if Beethoven wrote the lyrics, but I know them from a song our choir did three years ago (and we're doing it again this year).

- twilight quotes -

Sat, 16 May 2009 15:29:01 PDT

This is a collection of quotes [my personal favourite; even though there is a lot of them...] from Stephenie Meyer's book, 'Twilight'. Please don't
- NM - E - BD -

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No copyright infringement intended. I do not own these images, all rights and ownership belong to Stephenie Meyer.
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“Hello,” said a quiet, musical voice… (Page 43) [In Edward's pov] “Hello,” I said in the quiet voice I used when I wanted to make humans more comfortable, forming a polite smile with my lips that would not show my teeth. (35, Midnight sun)

It was ridiculous, and egotistical, to think that I could affect anyone that strongly. It was impossible. And yet I couldn’t stop worrying that it was true. (31) Bella about Edward

When I came here as a child, he would always remove the bullets as soon as he walked in the door. I guess he considered me old enough now not to shoot myself by accident, and not depressed enough to shoot myself on purpose. (35) Bella about Charlie

“It’s a good thing he’s happily married. A lot of the nurses at the hospital have a hard time concentrating on their work with him around.” (37) Charlie to Bella about Carlisle

I vividly remembered the flat black color of his eyes the last time he’d glared at me — the color was striking against the background of his pale skin and his auburn hair. Today, his eyes were a completely different color: a strange ocher, darker than butterscotch, but with the same golden tone. (46)

Edward Cullen was standing four cars down from me, staring at me in horror. His face stood out from a sea of faces, all frozen in the same mask of shock. (56)

Just before I heard the shattering crunch of the van folding around the truck bed, something hit me, hard, but not from the direction I was expecting. (56)

A low oath made me aware that someone was with me, and the voice was impossible not to recognize. Two long, white hands shot out protectively in front of me, and the van shuddered to a stop a foot from my face, the large hands fitting providentially into a deep dent in the side of the van’s body. (56)

He unleashed the full, devastating power of his eyes on me, as if trying to communicate something crucial. (58)

“I hope you enjoy disappointment.” (65) Edward to Bella

I sighed and opened my eyes. And Edward was staring at me curiously, that same, familiar edge of frustration even more distinct now in his black eyes. (73)

I wasn’t interesting. And he was. Interesting… and brilliant… and mysterious… and perfect… and beautiful… and possibly able to lift full-sized vans with one hand. (79)

“Bella, it’s not my fault if you are exceptionally unobservant.” (81) Edward

My palms tingled — I wanted so badly to hit something. I was surprised at myself. I was usually a nonviolent person. (82)

Stupid, shiny Volvo owner. (83)

“I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.” (87)

“I can’t imagine why that would be frustrating at all — just because someone refuses to tell you what they’re thinking, even if all the while they’re making cryptic little remarks specifically designed to keep you up at night wondering what they could possibly mean… now, why would that be frustrating?” (90) Bella… to Edward

“Your boyfriend seems to think I’m being unpleasant to you — he’s debating whether or not to come break up our fight.” (90) Edward

“What if I’m not a superhero? What if I’m the bad guy?” (92) Edward

“It’s healthy to ditch class now and then.” (93) Edward

“Honestly — I’ve seen corpses with better color. I was concerned that I might have to avenge your murder.” (99) Edward [And he probably would have too…]

His voice was like melting honey. I could imagine how much more overwhelming his eyes would be. (102)

I was mentally calculating my chances of reaching the truck before he could catch me. I had to admit, they weren’t good. (104)

“Do you think that I could be scary?” (107) Edward

“Don’t be offended, but you seem to be one of those people who just attract accidents like a magnet. So… try not to fall into the ocean or get run over or anything, all right?” (109) Edward

He’d said that the Cullens didn’t come here, but his tone had implied something more — that they weren’t allowed; they were prohibited. (121)

And the way he sometimes spoke, with unfamiliar cadences and phrases that better fit the style of a turn-of-the-century novel than that of a twenty-first-century classroom. (137/138)

I didn’t know if there ever was a choice, really. I was already in too deep. Now that I knew — if I knew — I could do nothing about my frightening secret. Because when I thought of him, of his voice, his hypnotic eyes, the magnetic force of his personality, I wanted nothing more than to be with him right now. (139)

Even so, when I’d screamed out in terror at the werewolf’s lunge, it wasn’t fear for the wolf that brought the cry of “no” to my lips. It was the fear that he would be harmed – even as he called to me with sharp-edged fangs, I feared for him. (139)

… They didn’t know how preoccupied I could get when surrounded by books; it was something I preferred to do alone. (156)

“Get in,” a furious voice commanded. (162) [Edward’s furious voice *sigh*]

I studied his flawless features in the limited light, waiting for my breath to turn to return to Normal, until it occurred to me that his expression was murderously angry. (162)

It was amazing how instantaneously the choking fear vanished, amazing how suddenly the feeling of security washed over me — even before I was off the street — as soon as I heard his voice. (162)

“Bella?” he asked, his voice tight, controlled. (163)

“Would it be alright if I joined you?” he asked in his, silken, irresistible voice (165/166) [Edward’s silken, irresistible voice]

“I think you should eat something.” Edwards voice was low, but full of authority. (166)

I wanted nothing more than to be with my perpetual savior. (166)

“Do I dazzle you?” (168) Edward

His eyes stayed fixed on my face. “How are you feeling?” “I’m fine,” I replied, surprised by his intensity. “You don’t feel dizzy, sick, cold…?” “Should I?” He chuckled at my puzzled tone. “Well, I’m waiting for you to go into shock.” His face twisted up into that perfectly crooked smile. (168)

It smelled amazing. I inhaled, trying to identify the delicious sent. (170)

He stared into my eyes, and I saw how light his eyes were, lighter than I’d ever seen them, golden butterscotch. (170)

He seemed to be wavering, torn by some internal dilemma. His eyes locked with mine, and I guessed he was making the decision right then whether or not to simply tell me the truth. (173)

“It was very… hard - you can’t imagine how hard - for me to simply take you away, and leave them… alive.” (176)

“No, it’s just me. And I can’t hear anyone, anywhere. I have to be fairly close. The more familiar someone’s… ‘voice’ is, the farther away I can hear them. But still, no more than a few miles.” He paused thoughtfully. “It’s a little like being in a huge hall filled with people, everyone talking at once. It’s just a hum – a buzzing of voices in the background. Until I focus on one voice, and then what they’re thinking is clear… Most of the time I tune it all out – it can be very distracting. And then it’s easier to seem normal” – he frowned as he said the word – “when I’m not accidentally answering someone’s thoughts rather than their words.” (180)

“What’s wrong?” he was startled. But the car didn’t decelerate. “You’re going a hundred miles an hour!” (181) Edward and Bella

“Relax, Bella.” He rolled his eyes, still not slowing. (181)

“The only guess I have is that maybe your mind doesn’t work the same way the rest of theirs do. Like your thoughts are on the AM frequency and I’m only getting FM.” (181) Edward

I bit my lip. He looked down at me, his honey eyes un-expectedly gentle. (182)

“It didn’t matter?” His tone made me look up – I had finally broken through his carefully composed mask. Is face was incredulous, with just a hint of the anger I’d feared. (184)

“It makes me… anxious… to be away from you.” (188) Edward

“I can’t be sure, of course, but I’d compare it to living on tofu and soy milk; we call ourselves vegetarians, our little inside joke.” (188)

I turned and he was leaning toward me, his pale, glorious face just inches from mine. My heart stopped beating. (193)

“You take everything so coolly — it’s unnatural. It makes me wonder what you’re really thinking.” (198) Edward to Bella

One side of his mouth pulled up into my favorite uneven smile. (201)

“Oh well. He is unbelievably gorgeous.” (204) Jessica to Bella

But outside the door to our Spanish class, leaning against the wall – looking more like a Greek god than anyone had a right to – Edward was waiting for me. (206) [Than anyone had a right to, Omg.]

“Hello.” His voice was amused and irritated at the same time. He had been listening; it was obvious. (206)

From the other end of a long table, a group of seniors gazed at us in amazement as we sat across from each other. Edward seemed oblivious. (207)

“Do you truly believe that you care more for me than I do for you?” (208) Edward

“I do want to know what you’re thinking — everything. I just wish… that you wouldn’t be thinking some things.” (208) Edward

I tried to remember how to exhale. I had to look away before it came back to me. (208)

“You don’t see yourself very clearly, you know. I’ll admit you’re dead-on about the bad things, but you didn’t hear what every human male in this school was thinking on your first day.” (210)

“Of course, keeping you safe is beginning to feel like a full-time occupation that requires my constant presence.” (211)

“Are you referring to the fact that you can’t walk across a flat, stable surface without finding something to trip over?” (212)

“Of all the things about me that could frighten you, you worry about my driving.” (213)

I was stunned by the unexpected electricity that flowed through me, amazed that it was possible to be more aware of him than I already was. A crazy impulse to reach over and touch him, to stroke his perfect face just once in the darkness, nearly overwhelmed me. (219)

His face startled me — his expression was torn, almost pained, and so fiercely beautiful that the ache to touch him flared as strong as before. My goodbye stuck in my throat. He raised his hand, hesitant, conflict raging in his eyes, and then swiftly brushed the length of my cheekbone with his fingertips. His skin was as icy as ever, but the trail his fingers left on my skin was alarmingly warm — like I’d been burned, but didn’t feel the pain of it yet. (220)

“Hello.” His answering smile was brilliant. “How was Gym?” (222)

“When we hunt, we give ourselves over to our senses… govern less with our minds. Especially our sense of smell. If you were anywhere near me when I lost control that way…” (225)

“It’s twilight,” Edward murmured, looking at the western horizon, obscured as it was with clouds. His voice was thoughtful, as if his mind were somewhere far away. I stared at him as he gazed unseeingly out of the windshield… I was still staring when his eyes suddenly shifted back to mine. “It’s the safest time of day for us,” he said, answering the unspoken question in my eyes. “The easiest time. But also the saddest, in a way… the end of another day, the return of the night. Darkness is so predictable, don’t you think?” He smiled wistfully. (232)

He grinned his crooked smile at me, stopping my breath and my heart. I couldn’t imagine how an angel could be any more glorious. There was nothing about him that could be improved upon. (241)

“He knows I’ve been meaning to do the laundry. Maybe he’ll think I fell in the washer.” (244)

“I told you — you don’t see yourself clearly at all. You’re not like anyone I’ve ever known. You fascinate me.” (245)

He greeted her without looking away from me. “Alice.” “Edward,” she answered, her high soprano voice almost as attractive as his. “Alice, Bella – Bella, Alice,” he introduced us, gesturing casually with his hand, a wry smile on his face. (246/247)

Should I say ‘have fun,’ or is that the wrong sentiment? (247)

There was a piece of white paper folded on my seat. I got in and closed the door before I unfolded it. Two words were written in his elegant script. -Be safe- (249)

“This truck is old enough to be your car’s grandfather — have some respect.” (254) Bella to Edward

“Are you so depressed by Forks that it’s made you suicidal?” (255) Edward

“So you’re worried about the trouble it might cause me — if you don’t come home?” (255) Edward

“Would you understand what I meant if I said I was only human?” (263)

“I’m the world’s best predator, aren’t I? Everything about me invites you in — my voice, my face, even my smell. As if I need any of that!” (263)

I sat without moving, more frightened of him than I had ever been. I’d never seen him so completely freed of that carefully cultivated facade. He’d never been less human… or more beautiful. (264)

I promise… I swear not to hurt you. (264)

“So where were we, before I behaved so rudely?” he asked in the gentle cadences of an earlier century. (265)

“So what you’re saying is, I’m your brand of heroin?”… …“Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.” (267/268)

“In that one hour, I thought of a hundred different ways to lure you from the room with me, to get you alone. And I fought them each back, thinking of my family, what I could do to them. I had to run out, to get away before I could speak the words that would make you follow…” (270)

He looked up then at my staggered expression as I tried to absorb his bitter memories. His golden eyes scorched from under his lashes, hypnotic and deadly. (270)

“Who were you, an insignificant little girl, to chase me from the place I wanted to be?” (271)

“It was unquestionably a complication that I couldn’t simply read your thoughts to know what your reaction was to me. I wasn’t used to having to go to such circuitous measures, listening to your words in Jessica’s mind… her mind isn’t very original, and it was annoying to have to stoop to that. And then I couldn’t know if you really meant what you said. It was all extremely irritating.” (271)

“Isabella.” He pronounced my full name carefully, then playfully ruffled my hair with his free hand. A shock ran through my body at his casual touch. “Bella, I couldn’t live with myself if I ever hurt you. You don’t know how it’s tortured me.” He looked down, ashamed again. “The thought of you, still, white, cold… Never to see you blush scarlet again, to never see that flash of intuition in your eyes when you see through my pretenses… it would be unendurable.” He lifted his glorious, agonized eyes to mine. “You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever.” (273)

He came to rest with the side of his face pressed tenderly against my chest. Listening to my heart. (276)

No one could be still like Edward. He closed his eyes and became as immobile as stone, a carving under my hand. (277)

In a very human gesture, he put his arms around me and pressed his face against my hair. (278)

I have human instincts — they may be buried deep, but they’re there. (278) Edward

“You’re as white as a ghost — no, you’re as white as me!” (281) Edward

He hesitated — not in the normal way, the human way. Not the way a man might hesitate before he kissed a woman, to gauge her reaction, to see how he would be received. Perhaps he would hesitate to prolong the moment, that ideal moment of anticipation, sometimes better than the kiss itself. Edward hesitated to test himself, to see if this was safe, to make sure he was still in control of his need. And then his cold, marble lips pressed very softly against mine. (282)

“Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise?” (283)

“Bella, I’ve already expended a great deal of personal effort at this point to keep you alive. I’m not about to let you behind the wheel of a vehicle when you can’t even walk straight. Besides, friends don’t let friends drive drunk.” … … “You’re intoxicated by my very presence.” He was grinning that playful smirk again. (284)

“Music in the fifties was good. Much better than the sixties, or the seventies, ugh!” He shuddered. “The eighties were bearable.” “Are you ever going to tell me how old you are?…” … … “I was born in Chicago in 1901.”He paused and glanced at me from the corner of his eyes. My face was carefully unsurprised, patient for the rest. He smiled a tiny smile and continued. “Carlisle found me in a hospital in the summer of 1918. I was seventeen, and dying of the Spanish influenza.” (287)

“It was difficult. Not many of us have the restraint necessary to accomplish it. But Carlisle has always been the most humane, the most compassionate of us… I don’t think you could find his equal throughout all of history.” (288)

“Do you think I could walk down the street in the sunlight without causing traffic accidents?” (291)

I couldn’t picture it, this godlike creature sitting in my father’s shabby kitchen chair. (292)

[Wonderful love scene on pages 293-…] “I come here every night.” I whirled, stunned. “Why?” “You’re interesting when you sleep.” He spoke matter-of-factly “You talk.”… … His expression shifted instantly to chagrin. “Are you angry with me?” … … Instantly, silently, he was at my side, taking my hand carefully in his. “Don’t be upset, he pleaded. He dropped his face to the level of my eyes, holding my gaze. I was embarrassed. I tried to look away…. … He pulled me against his chest, softly, naturally… (293) [I love things like this… it makes me …]

“Should your father know I’m here?” (294)

“Just give me a minute to restart my heart.” (297) Bella

“Stay,” I said, trying to look severe. “Yes ma’am.” And he made a show of becoming a statue on the edge of my bed. (?)

“I wasn’t sure if I was strong enough… And while there was still that possibility that I might be… overcome, I was… susceptible. Until I made up my mind that I was strong enough, that there was no possibility at all that I would… that I ever could…” (301)

I’d never seen him struggle so hard for words. It was so… human. (301)

“Bring on the shackles — I’m your prisoner…” (302) Edward

“I wrestled all night, while watching you sleep, with the chasm between what I knew was right, moral, ethical, and what I wanted. I knew that if I continued to ignore you as I should, or if I left for a few years, till you were gone, that someday you would say yes to Mike, or someone like him. It made me angry.” (303)

“For almost ninety years I’ve walked among my kind, and yours… all the time thinking I was complete in myself, not realizing what I was seeking. And not finding anything, because you weren’t alive yet.” (304)

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll just assume it’s something much worse than it is,” he threatened darkly. “lease?”. Again that pleading voice. (309)

His golden eyes grew soft. “You said you loved me.” “You knew that already,” I reminded him, ducking my head. “It was nice to hear, just the same.” I hid my face against his shoulder. “I love you.” I whispered. (314)

Then his eyes were back on me, and he smiled his heart-breaking smile. (317)

I doubted there were any etiquette books detailing how to dress when your vampire sweetheart takes you home to meet his vampire family. (318)

“You… made… me… faint.” (319) Bella

“What am I going to do with you? Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!” (319) Edward

“Actually, Esme wouldn’t care if you had a third eye and webbed feet. All this time she’s been worried about me, afraid that there was something missing from my essential makeup, that I was too young when Carlisle changed me… She’s ecstatic. Every time I touch you, she just about chokes with satisfaction.” (327) Edward about Esme

In the corner was a sophisticated-looking sound system, the kind I was afraid to touch because I’d be sure to break something. (343)

He stopped, raising his eyebrows in blatant disbelief. Then he flashed a wide wicked smile. “You really shouldn’t have said that,” he chucked. He growled, a low sound in the back of his throat… (345) [O_o … growling Edward]

Alice bounded up and to the door in a fashion that would break any ballerinas heart. (347)

But I knew that if he wanted to talk to me, he’d probably just materialize in my room. (354)

“Wait… Which one is Edwin?” (357) Charlie

I hadn’t realized how much it was pouring outside. Edward stood in the halo of the porch light, looking like a male model in an advertisement for raincoats. (358)

“Yes, stay very still, keep quiet, and don’t move from my side, please.” (373)

“I’m Carlisle. This is my family, Emmett and Jasper, Rosalie, Esme and Alice, Edward and Bella.” (377)

“If you let anything happen to yourself— anything at all — I’m holding you personally responsible. Do you understand that?” (388)

“A large clan of strong fighters all bent on protecting the one vulnerable element.” (397)

“Bella, don’t you dare waste time worrying about me. Your only concern is keeping yourself safe and — please, please — try not to be reckless.” (398)

“It’s been almost a century that Edward’s been alone. Now he’s found you. You can’t see the changes that we see, we who have been with him for so long. Do you think any of us want to look into his eyes for the next hundred years if he loses you?” (410/411) Alice to Bella

“It’s difficult on both sides — the blood lust on the one hand, the awful pain on the other.” (414) Alice to Bella

I heard my favorite sound in the world: Edward’s quiet laugh, weak with relief. (457)

“You have a broken leg, four broken ribs, some cracks in your skull, bruises covering every inch of your skin, and you’ve lost a lot of blood. They gave you a few transfusions. I didn’t like it – it made you smell all wrong for a while.” “That must have been a nice change for you.” “No, I like how you smell.” (460)

“Why are you here?” I asked. He stared at me, first confusion and then hurt touching his eyes. His brows pulled together as he frowned. “Do you want me to leave?” “No!” I protested, horrified by the thought… … “Oh,” he said, and his forehead smoothed back into marble… (462)

… - no one wanted to stand in contrast with such radiance. Emmett and Jasper were intimidating and flawless in classic tuxedos. Alice was striking in a black satin dress with geometric cutouts that barred large triangles of her snowy white skin. And Rosalie was… well, Rosalie… (487)

“Do you want me to bolt the doors so you can massacre the unsuspecting townsfolk?” I whispered conspiratorially. “And where do you fit into this scheme?” He glared. “Oh, I’m with the vampires, of course.” (487)

“Twilight again,” he murmured. “Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.” “Some things don’t have to end,” I muttered… (495)

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A sort of Wet Dream

Tue, 14 Sep 2004 13:05:57 PDT

A sort of wet dream...
Involving black ink
Alone in the dark
black sweat
black cum

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El pesado humo entra por mis fosas nasales y pasa por el camino de la faringe hasta mis pulmones. Con las reacciones bioquímicas naturales de mi joven cuerpo, este humo alucinógeno y venenoso va causando su efecto placentero pero devastador. Miro a mi alrededor y noto que no es el mismo. Las paredes se han angostado y alargado a una altura infinita. Miro lo más que puedo tratando de definir donde esta el techo, pero no logro ver nada mas que oscuridad. Empiezo a escuchar voces susurrando mi nombre, diciéndome cosas que tal vez no debería escuchar, me hacen sentir cosas que tal vez no debería sentir, que ningún humano debería. Manos frías salen de las paredes y del suelo, buscado carne y calor para abrigar sus frías pieles pálidas. Parten tomándome de las manos y de los pies, inmovilizándome e impidiéndome escapar de sus prohibidos y oscuros deseos. Ellas recorren mi cuerpo con su suave piel helada, me dan escalofríos y la piel se me pone de gallina. Desgarran mi ropa y empiezan de nuevo con su cacería de mi alma. Las yemas de sus dedos recorren mis piernas, mis muslos, mis caderas, unas se quedan a masturbarme, y otras siguen recorriendo mi cuerpo. Suben por mi pecho a mis hombros, a mi cuello, ahí lo toman firmemente y me obligan a abrir la boca. Dedos fríos y huesudos juegan con mi lengua y penetran mi garganta. Mientras unas manos siguen masturbándome, otras me ahorcan cada vez más fuerte. Trato de respirar, pero me lo impiden. Mientras inevitablemente me voy acercando al orgasmo, las manos aprietan más fuerte mi cuello. Hasta que llego al punto en que no puedo resistirlo más. Una ultima eyaculación y un último grito, y las manos penetran en mi garganta para sacarme el alma de mi cuerpo.
Ahora yazgo en el suelo, sin calor, sin alma, sin sentimientos, sin nada.

Vicente Reyes
3 de Septiembre de 2004
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The heavy smoke enters in my nostrils and passes along the way of the pharynx to my lungs. With the natural biochemical reactions of my young body, this poisonous and hallucinogenic smoke goes causing its pleasant but devastating effect. I look around and I note that it isnt the same one. The walls got more narrow and they extended to an infinite height. As hard as I look i cant define where is the ceiling, and i cant see nothing but darkness. I begin to hear voices whispering my name, telling me things that probably i shouldn't listen, making me feel things that should not feel, that no human should. Cold hands crawl off the walls and offf the floor, looking for meat and warmth to shelter their cold pale skins. They begin by taking me by the hands and by the feet, immobilizing me and impeding me to escape from their prohibited and dark desires. They travel through my body with their smooth cold skin, i gives me chills and goosebumps appear. They tear off my clothes and again begin with their soul hunting. Their fingertips travel through my legs, my thighs, my hips, some stay to masturbate me, and others continue traveling through my body. They rise to my chest, to my shoulders, to my neck, there they take it firmly and oblige me to open my mouth. Cold and bony fingers play with my tongue and penetrate into my throat. While some hands keep masturbating me, others remain holding my neck pretty strong. I try to breathe, but the hands wont let me. While inevitably I go approaching to the orgasm, the hands press even stronger my neck. Until I arrive at a point in which I cannot resist it anymore. The last ejaculation, the last moan, the last shout, and the hands penetrate my throat to remove my the soul out of my body. Now I lay on the floor, cold, without a soul, without feelings, without anything.

Vicente Reyes
September 3rd, 2004

(Thanks Azildin and LucyPherman for your help in translation!)
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Drawing retouched in photshop
'Dream' written in canddle wax then painted ove with Black Ink
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I did it yesterday /today at 4:54 am

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'your sweat is salty.....'

--OH DEAR LORD DOODLES--

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 19:11:45 PDT

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I must apologize for the HUGENESS of this file :'D But I know for a fact one of MY main peeves about some artists on dA is when they suddenly upload like 50 million devs in one day and totally clog the box (that's mostly why I stopped watching clubs). Please note that this is part 1 XD;;; I had to split it in two because I was afraid it would crash if I tried to fill it anymore. Seriously

Part 2 >>> [link]

This dump actually contains a majority of OLD. FREAKING. ART. that I just never uploaded because I never got a chance, and I wanted to upload it while I still liked them...some of them are crappy but I'm also uploading them for having them here's sake :'D

As you can probably guess, I'm going to take up as much memory with the picture as I am the description XD;;; I PROMISE to try and make it as short as possible, okay? Comprende? I won't go off into tangents like I usually do... [and am doing so right now XD PHAIL]

Anyway, let's start at the very top. OMG CASUAL CARDS WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN :'D. Sadly, this comic never finished getting colored, but it made me HAPPEH. I have another one with Gaia/Conan and Curse of Dragon/Draco(the latter are our RP names for them)which makes meh very happeh but sadly I was not thinking and therefore it didn't make it :< *sadness* AAAAANNY WAY....if you can't read it, I apologize :'D I love Celtic Guardian/Eamon(RP name)...stalking DM/Mahad. In a BOX. Who is he, solid snake? Anyway, along with being uncolored, the comic on paper was technically left unfinished :'D I was gonna have a poll to see if people were interested in me drawing more of it, but obviously that never happened. KFJDLSKSJDLSI'MSOFUCKINGLAZY. *hits with a book*

And then right next to that, we have a ' page' from a never done comic with my assasins. I must have did three different pictures with that quote/narration thing; one on paper (one of the very first nice drawings of Abel) had an extended version of that with Abel's view of the world. Ah, so cynical :'D

Then we have a lovely picture of TALLULAH! From Meet The Robinsons :'D I love that movie SO HARD....which is ironic considering I thought it was the stupidest thing ever when I first saw the trailer. But that happens with a lot of movies for me lately. oh and I implore you to go check out the tegaki-e link, for a I drew three more panels in the comments, pertaining to my views of the lovely 'lady' Tallulah >>> [link]

Next is a REALLY old, stylized picture of Violet Baudelaire from A Series of Unfortunate Events; this was back around March when I was glued on reading all the books (again, got distracted and never finished D: Stupid summer reading) and I made up a style to try and make pictures for my favorite scenes...I LOVE Brett H.'s style btw, especially his crosshatching. That's what I tried to do in my style, but honestly I like the version on paper I have of this more.

Beside that is a picture of a character from a comic I intended to do over the summer that never happened D: I didn't lose interest! I seriously didn't...a lot of things got in the way. It sucked.

The next GROUP of things is the two other never-loaded Tegaki-e drawings along with the traditional group next to them. It was from an old, old dream that serious....next to City of Nil, IT WAS THE MOST AWESOME FUCKING DREAM EVER.
Seriously. It was fucking CONFUSING too and choppy and I don't remember EVERYTHING from it but it was so vivid... it basically had this group of school children in uniforms of different ages in a bus that broke down next to a creepy house. Now I'm not SURE, but I think the busdriver went in and never came out and that's why the kids walked in together looking for him. I will admit that the inside of the house was huge and quite lovely, but it was dark and dreary with almost no light.
And then the children start getting killed :'D Okay, sue me, but it was so FREAKING AWESOME.
There was a raptor running around ripping through them with his claws, and Yankee (young guy smoking the cigarette next to the second tegaki piece)riding through the huge atrium on his motorcycle bashing people with a metal bat, and then...I call him Lloyd, but I don't remember his actual name in the dream, but he's the anorexic looking one with the overalls and bunny-head mask-thing; he and his gang were going around killing with all sorts of things (each of them had a different mask-head animal thing on) and he wiped out a CHAIN SAW. Skinny guy and huge chain saw. And then one girl is about to get attacked by animal-mask-head person and suddenly a girl drop kics him from above and....[at the time]she looked like Steph (since then, Steph has changed her hair). And it was so weird but she looked exactly like Steph XD;;;; so she was running around, kicking the shit out of anyone she could, but she had this, like, red aura around her and then all the kids are calling to each other as they shove close this metal door to what looks like a dorm room only orphanage style with really long room and a lot of beds and a tall window.
And this is one of my fav parts.
So all the kids think they're safe behind the thick metal door and then some on the other side start to act up and bang and they're like 'General! General we know you're there! Come out!' and then the girl that looked like Steph had that aura and in a really deep voice is growling and says 'Don't you dare come in here.' and then starts egging them on the come and get her and all the kids are like D: WTF YOU DOIN'!? And then outside you see a clawed foot and a voice says 'Step aside. Let me handle it.'
AND THEN A FUCKING VELOCIRAPTOR BURSTS THROUGH THE METAL DOOR. This picture is always SO vivid in my mind and would be a perfect comic book spread and it's just got amazing perspective with his jaw WIDE open and his claws forward with perspective and RAPTOR GOING THROUGH METAL WALL-DOOR THING AND SCARING SCHOOL CHILDREN.
And then in the 'shot' it changes and it's jaw is semi-human and goes 'Boo!' And that's who you see in the dump, Mr. Mega-hawt Eat-you-heart-out ...for the lack of the known name, Raptor. So yes, in the end, they just tug Steph away who's back to normal and like 'H-hey, let me go!! where are you taking me!!' And this guy with piecings tugging at the entire left half of his fave and piercings on his EYELIDS steps up and bows and is like 'General, we have awaited your arrival...this form isn't exactly what we expected.' Now I'll say right now, he looked somewhat like the Graverobber, but this was a little while after I saw Repo! so that might explain it.
So next it gets really choppy and I don't remember it exactly but still...what I remember after that is basically a guy who looked like Nathan(from Repo!)was chopping up the corpses of the children and throwing them into this vortex; he was wearing a wet, teal-ish hasmat suit with mold and seaweed growing off of it and his face is covered in barncles and there's a tencle across it and he's got what looks like the rectanglar part on the back of a toilet on his back...and then I see him outside, collapsing to his knees and holding his heart; somewhere among the captured school children, eating lunch, his daughter(who looks like Shiloh from Repo!)coughs up blood in her mashed potatoes; basically he's feeding this portal (which I'm guessing is to hell) in order to keep his daughter alive....
Okay, so, I'll finish explaining the small part left of the dream and what I make of it in the next dump....because this is getting long enough XD;;;;
tl;dr: I FUCKING LOVE THIS DREAM.
(really sorry that turned out so long. Didn't mean it :'D)

Next, drawn digitally in SAI, is my cripple/amputee/missing things characters 8D;;; Cause I have way too many because I'm freaked up like that. AND THE DUMP IS NOW 60% MORE AWESOME BECAUSE IT HAS JOJO AND KORY TOGETHER. Yes, THAT is Kory's design :'D And he looks like such a lazy bum. I still love that pic of Kory looking up with the pain everywhere btw <3333 HE LOVES HIS JOJO. Oh and about the third picture of Kory, I lost the previous hair color I had and couldn't get it right, so I tried editing it via hue/saturation and it turned into THAT. If you've seen Sydney White, you'll know what he's singing (I was watching it as I drew these.)
Then there's poor little Marquis :< He's the French Ambasator's son, and they were in America, and their hotel caught fire and...well....it's very interesting, because originally I was a complete little cynical bastard and said he was all alone, limbless, and both his parents died in the fire; then Edo and me talked, and we decided his mom and dad died in the fire, his mom being preggo; then we decided his mama should live....and then we caved and his dad lives too, but his father has pretty bad burns as well (though he can get a skin graph)... MY GOD I LOVE PETIT MARQUIS ;3; Though it doesn't seem so.
Next to Marquis is Garfield, one of the only two survivors of a mass serial killer's rein, who'd slowly torture his victims cutting their body apart, and then finally killing them and throwing them on the side of the road...the other one isn't featured here, but I love both of them :'D His design changes a little mostly because the more recent pic had no ref :'D
And then right below Kory is one happy little Johnny. He was born with eyeless sockets (I HAD A FRIEND LIKE THAT WHEN I WAS LITTLE. IT HAPPENS.) and then when he was younger, his arm got crushed in a car accident. He words several oddjobs, just trying to help out, comes from a rich family, and is in love with the girl that manages to GET him all those oddjobs :'D And he loves the Mets. Just to spite mah Edo.

Please, then, turn your attention next to Johnny and see an INCREDIBLY OLD OMG failed painting of a faun named Venus. Does anyone remember the story of J.Lo. I posted? Did anyone READ it? [No.] Remember the mouse-boy from an RP that wasn't a mouse-boy? Remember the RP I mentioned? I have no idea WHY I never drew more for this RP. We started it on a whim, completely void of any inspiration, just because we felt like doing something with a lot of gay and some supernatural bits. IT TURNED INTO A 3/4-MONTH RP PEOPLE. It was so long, and it was one of the rare ones we actually finished UNTIL THE END. It was AMAZING. Venus, we absolutely loved, and we realized we acctually had character development among the six main boys (featured down the side with the headshots and names) and it was just....fun :'D We still love every single one of those characters. Featured besides what was already mentioned is all six boys chasing Venus (this happens at least twice during the entire thing XD), Bentley (Liam's dog), a human form of Katrina (a cat that seduces Kevin |D), and NOT TWO HUGE PENISES, NO, BUT TWO BOYS IN CLOAKS....my mom thought I was drawing phallac imagrey D': It's Freddy and Uma, who I also love, and will forever be known as Vanilla and Chocolate.

...where to go next ARG SO MUCH TYPING ALMOST DONE. Why do I do this? I know no one reads it. ...and to anyone that does read this, I applaud you; comment with an 'Urhappyplz' face and I will....do something....oh hell, fine, I'll draw you a picture if you do.

Fine, I'll just got on with the Yugioh :'D HONDA/SHIZUKA (aka ardentshipping~) HOW I LOVE IT SO, LET ME COUNT THE WAYS :'D Let me also mention that is one of the ONLY straight Yugioh pairings we like :'D [we meaning me and edo because we always share pairings. ALWAYS.] So, skipping over the 'I need an excuse for lack of spike in Honda's hair', we have future Shizuka and Honda as wifey and husband....y. >:[ No man leave's SHIZUKA'S house with a crooked tie. NO MAN. ...oh mai, did I just imply puppyshipping through inlaws

Then we has Mitsuko, Haku, and Tohru Honda :'D Three of the six children Honda and Shizuka has. JOU PROCLAIMS BROOKLYN RAGE.
Mitsuko is the oldest, a sweety, not much of a duelist, but definately a nice girl with a bit of an attitude ;D Loves/hates her 'Uncle Seto' and loves to mess with him AND his computers. Yes, that is Noah fail-sobbing next to her XD We follow the manga storyline, so we kind of made up our own thing with Noah, that Kaiba found him on the computer after he took over the corperation, and then Mitsuko (rebeling against her neglectful babysitter) ran away into a hidden part of the 'Solid Vision' lab and found the computer and hopped into Noah's little virtual world :'D The two bonded. A lot. Later, Kaiba released him into the worldwide Virtual Reality game-world to play with all the other kids...and then worked for years on a perfect synthetic body that AGES ...we know, we know, out there but COME ON. It's YUGIOH. Weird shit is supposed to happen. So then, he and Mitsuko kinda...date in their preteenness, but then as Mitsuko gets older, she's like 'Wait...isn't this guy technically my uncle?' So yes....Noah never gets over the heartbreak :'D [WTH NOAH. I DID NOT WANT IT TO BE THAT DAMN LONG]
The next oldest is Haku, the most adorable AND ONLY SON of Hiroto. And gay. SO GAY. His only son. GAY. We love doing that :'D He's so awkward and quirky...his favorite card is Saint Joan, but he's kinda underconfident in his abilities as a duelist...and Seto scares him. SO MUCH. The poor dear.
Then there's Tohru....HONDA PFFFFT. We did that as a spoof. Originally her name was Maiko :'D Recently, we changed it for lulz. She's blind in one eye, very quiet like her mum, and a sweety. She enjoys playing baseball and not beaning people in the head because of her low depth perception :'DDDD

Below the children is PSYCHICSHIPPING. BECAUSE IT RULES. Intended to be the school uniforms I art-traded for here by her loveliness known as mumy-chan/Romy/Romdawg. I LOVE THOSE TWO. AND IT IS COMPLETE CRACK.

....don't ask me about Hikaru. DON'T ASK ME. NO, HE IS NOT A YUGI REPLACEMENT. NO, HE IS NOT THE NEXT TO INHERIT THE PUZZLE. YES, I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO THE PUZZLE AT THE END OF THE SERIES. NO, HE ISN'T ISHIZU AND YUGI'S LOVE CHILD. I really RATHER NOT EXPLAIN who Hikaru is. I DESERVE TO BE BURNED IN FIRE. ....it started out as a parody, A PARODY of the ending D: and then....ARG! I'M A BAD FAN! BAD FAN!!!

Then there's a Kotsuzuka, because he's Steph's favorite side-character.

Then there's a super-hawt in tight leather pants Atem; he's a J-rock Rock Star there btw; it was from a very long, long AU RP we had that we LOVED and I didn't draw shit for and there's a MILLION little scenes I could draw for LOLZ. But yes. Atem made the girls CREAM. ...why yes, his shirt WILL rock you all night long :'D

Then if we move up a bit, we go to Bastion. Bastion is an unmentioned character from the Assasin story that was actually thought up fairly recently compared to the story (the picture was done in July). Bastion is Jason's (featured beneath his own headshot, looking like he's fucking crazy because he is) so called 'apprentice'. Basically, the kid likes to use assault rifles and machine guns; anything that's automatic and/or rapid fire. I had fun making his 'black suit', making it a little different. Jason took him in because the kid could kill with the calmest smile on his face. There's a reason his pupils are so dialated btw (yes, that was intentional), and has something to do with the drawing of Noel on the lin featured Oh and Bastion's a little sex demon himself. Just sayin'.

Then below him, there's...MARIUS! 8D! I SAID I'D UPLOAD HIM. Please see previous dev for more of his story but in the futuristic world he's in, he's known as a 'fangbanger'...I NAMED HIM THIS BEFORE EVER WATCHING TRUE BLOOD. I came up with the term with ~Spicy-ramen, talking about the equivilant of a vampire-gangbanger; he sells drugs :'D and pimps a bit and stuff....yes, he's like a buff version of Lestat :'D

And finally...I worked for several hours on this, trying to make a ' painting' like it seems everyone and their grandma on tegaki-e can. IT IS A CHARACTER IN MY GALLERY. I WONDER WHO. She's worn that dress before... lol :'D I just realized this could have been in my revamp thing BUT THEN ROMY WOULD KNOW WHO IT WAS BECAUSE APPARENTLY SOMEONE CAN'T FIND A CERTAIN PALE-SKINNED, BLACK-HAIRED, RED-DRESSED INDIVIDUAL IN MY GALLERY....wait...okay, maybe that might be a little hard BUT I TOLD YOU I MADE A JOURNAL ABOUT HER HAVING TWINS. THAT IS A MAJOR CLUE.

...oh god. Here comes the copyright.

Violet Baudelaire(c) Lemony Snicket
Tallulah(c) Disney
Slight character designs of Graverobber, Nathan, and Shiloh(c)Darren Smith and Terrance Zdunich (I think....?)
Black Magician, Celtic Guardian, Gaia the Dark Knight, Hiroto Honda, Shizuka, Noah, Ryou, Espa, Kotsuzuka, Atem, Millenium Puzzle(c) Kazuki Takahashi [I lol that I can spell his name now]
Kevin, Liam, Oliver, BB, Jonas, Eze, Bentley, Venus, Katrina, Freddy, Uma, story, Mitsuko, Haku, Tohru, Hikaru(c) =EdoFangirl + =Yurbleyurble13
Abel, Isack, Raptor, Lieutenant(Graverobber-looking guy), Yankee, Lloyd, Steph, Father, Daughter, Girl(Steph-look-alike), Jojo, Kory, Maquis, Garfield, Johnny, CC designs, Children designs, Hikaru design, Bastion, Jason, Marius, a certain girl, stories, art(c)KECA[=Yurbleyurble13]

Psssssssssssssst, Romy!}

She's Not There

Mon, 18 Oct 2010 09:07:35 PDT

Unplanned piece: I sat myself down and just went with the stuff that came out. After typing some e-mails words were gone and images were left. I love how I always recognise my past couple weeks in my art. Good thing I know me.

The lyrics are from Santana's "She's Not there"- they fit well. Flow in music flow in art flow together...

I feel like painting a wall

Wall-E and Eve Cake Design

Tue, 14 Aug 2012 19:42:55 PDT

This is a cake decoration collaboration with my Mom. It was also for her birthday. Yellow cake with chocolate frosting, and white frosting with food coloring.

May 2011. Artwork © Mallory Morsa. Do not use, reproduce, or distribute without my written permission.

WALL-E and friends

Thu, 02 Aug 2012 09:57:55 PDT

I love how WALL-E turned out i was nervous about coloring a rusted robot since machines are my weakness, but I'm happy how it eneded

Just a Teen

Sat, 30 Jul 2011 21:05:56 PDT

ok so this is Angel of course, ive been drawing her lately lots...
is it confusing?? i hope i gave it that feeling... in a way...
so every letter that has a drawing/colored, means something so here it goes:
J- a wall, something that just seems to pop-out on us when we least need it....
U- doesnt.. really mean anything, maybe like little happy-nes we might feel here and there.
S- we might feel like were in jail, because of our parents, law, school, who knows... it just happens...
T- religion?? idk... theres always a war about something.. now a days its more about religion or what you believe in..
A- little pink and blue flowers, our childhood, innocence being washed away, forgotten.
T- it says: Ur ugly! ew, your gay? Disrespect, Im pretty <3, go kill ur self!, Hate, war, your too skinny/fat, love crossed out. what few of teens might hear being said from other people.
E- someone crying... (tried to..)
E- black... when all hope is lost, no where to go... useless feeling.
N- sun, because there is always hope, someone out there does care about you, and need you too, so dont think your worthless and go suicide.
!- smiling faces... o3o
Background- your so... Immature! stop treating me like a kid, your too Mature!, trust, stop the DRAMA, Get a life, I do know whats going on!
I watch Dr. Phill sometimes... and it just... this does really happen... kids end up killing themselves from other peoples insults... or from there "screwed up" lives... but there IS HELP out there!

PenguinPower Wall

Thu, 15 May 2008 22:16:24 PDT

La mascota del PenguinPower en arte tradicional.
Usos: WAllpapers

Lapices de color/pencils colour - grafito/graphite

Penguin Power es un Foro que comenzó siendo un referente en Sistemas Operativos y Computación en gral.
Ahora se transformó en herramienta de opinión y divulgación de variados e interesantes temas ... y la gente es de 10!!

Les recomiendo que se den una vuelta y si lo desean, pueden registrarse!!!

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That One Thing Jennadelle Does

Mon, 05 Jul 2004 20:43:06 PDT

A four-day long vacation and this is the only thing I get done on my to-do list...oi

This is Natalie (not Carmen, right?). And though Jennadelle has been drawing her (him?) as an anthro of late, I fell in love with her 'feral' version of her which she drew in this picture: [link] (go see!!!)

And we all know jennadelle. we all know her art is horrificly BORING. I mean, jeez, that girl doesn't have a single ounce of creativity whatsoever. I mean, I only felt it my DUTY to take that dinky thing she drew and really show how it's done...and yes, i know there are some discrepancies (sp?) between her version and mine, but that's OK, because it's ART, and art isn't meant to be the same, if it was, it'd be BORING, just like Jennadelle...

And that little "jennadelle *** evilinnocence" thing I added cuz it looked cool, like we did a collab or something, lol...I think I'll do that with every giftart picture I do, y'kno???

Anyways, as with many of these giftart/trade projects i undertake, I tested out some new techniques, styles, mediums, and here's some things I learned which you may (or may not) find handy:
1.) Draw at impulse, and don't give a damn how it's gonna look when you're drawing it, which is exactly why there's so many differences between the way I drew this and the way jennadelle did
2.) Crayola pencils (black, grey, and white) work excellent for hilighting and shading. using black heavily to shade over prisma works way better than using another color or using the same color heavily over the same area...what?
3.) crayola pencils blend the same as prismacolor pencils if you use the prismacolor blending marker over them
4.) so long as you buy them at hobby lobby (or another good arts n' crafts store), $7 will get you some NICE watercolors
5.) use two or more colors when coloring/texturing fur. start with the lightest color as the base, outline each clump of fur with the medium color, then darken the tips with the darkest color. finally, smooth it over with white then bring the whole thing together with the base color.
6.) bad lighting + annoying relatives = good artwork...wtf???
7.) pilot pens + watercolor + extra water = NEATO effect!!!
8.) Micron inking pens SUCK
9.) A Perfect Circle is the best music to draw to, but find something exciting to color to, like KMFDM or Velvet Acid Christ, or best yet the super-long-song "WAR" by :Wumpscut:
10.) You can ask me to walk a straight line (when i'm sober, heh), but NEVER ask me to draw a straight line...eeww

ok that's enough advice. leave it to me to be miss verbose with these stupid art descripts...anyways, i'm super-ultra proud of this. I don't intend for my giftart to be so high caliber (it's not that i don't care but i mean, come on, i'm not necessarily getting anything in return! lol...j/k...*hides*), but i just started out so well on this i couldn't let go. SO I hope ye likie jennadelle, and if you want the original so you can hang it on your wall and stare with pride and envy, my e-mail is erdraug86@yahoo.com (and if she doesn't claim it this sucker is up for sale!!!$$$)

Mediums:
Micron Inking pens
pilot pen
prismacolor pencils
prismacolor blending marker
crayola pencils (black, grey, white)
Niji watercolors (thanks, Rochelle!)
Text and logo applied with photoshop 6.0 (still waiting on 8.0 ...and waiting..)

Natalie (C) Jenna "omg Dana way to totally mutilate my creatures I hope you fucking die" A.C.
Artwork by yours truly
~Dana

Island of Hope

Thu, 05 Aug 2010 09:15:00 PDT

One of the summer projects for AP studio art, I have to do 4 projects total over the summer, and this is another one of those. it's was supposed to be how we think technology relates to the natural world, so this is what I did. It reminds me of Wall-E XD
Chalk pastels...they're soooo messy D: I used a fixative, but it still spreads if I'm not careful, is there any other way to keep it from coming off?

Robot Love

Fri, 30 Jan 2009 11:09:13 PST

Awww!

This was partially inspired by my new favorite movie Wall-E!

Another Valentines postcard for my artshow!

Acrylic, Micron Pen, Marker

dark secret

Fri, 16 Nov 2007 18:05:24 PST

Don't ever turn back...

The first one wins, it's the only rule of this game.

I grit my teeth.

This life forced me, back against the wall.

I know, one day I'll have to go,
but till then hell will have to wait...

Voices screaming from above and beneeth: You'll fall!

When I get the chance I don't let it go.

Money isn't everything, but diamonts are forever?

I look down at my wrists and see the chains...

If they don't listen, raise your voice!

Something lasted...
something lasted after all.

Something lasted in the eyes and the minds of the people I've met.
Something lasted on the way behind me.

Something lasted after all,
I'm still alive, still waisting breath

Something lasted, even if it's just a smile to make it worth it the day everything's gone.

He told me: "I love you, I'll be always by your side..."
Bullocks, the truth is he didn't say nothing.
I said "I leave" and he stepped out of my way.

But if someone ever will ask me: "Was this life worth it?"
I'll laugh and honestly answer: "Hell, yes!"

I wouldn't change it if I could...

Questa e' la mia vita e io decido quando e' finita

123

Tue, 07 Aug 2012 19:26:58 PDT

Music is a HUGE part of my life and it is very important to my art and the way that I make it. In this work, I decided to pay homage to all the musical artists that I enjoy. This piece was conceived using 123 band names/song titles by bands, that are on my Itunes or that I'm crrently listening to on Spotify. Below, I have included a full list of all of artists and song titles found in this drawing. If you need help finding where one of them is, don't hesitate to ask. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed making it

A: A Change of Pace- Loose lips sink ships, A Perfect Circle- Pet, Aesop Rock- Kong, All That Remains- Six, Amos Lee- Kid, Anberlin- Mother, Angels and Airwaves- Valkyrie missile.
B: B.O.B.- Strange clouds, Bad meets Evil- Lighters, Bassnectar- Underwater, The Beatles, Black Keys, Blackmill, Bob Marley and the Wailers- Three Little Birds, Bon Iver- Woods, Bonobo, Breaking Benjamin- Firefly, Broken Bells- High road, Bush- Mouth.
C: Cartel- Burn this city, Childish Gambino- Bonfire, Citizen Cope- Bullet at a target, City And Colour- body in a box, Civil Wars Girl with a balloon, Coldplay- Clocks, Counting Crows, Credence Clearwater Revival- Up around the bend.
D: Dave Matthews Band- Satellite, DeadMau5, Deathcab for Cutie- Crooked teeth, Deftones- Battle axe, Dispatch- Bats in the belfry, Drake- The Ride.
E: Eddie Vedder- The Wolf, El Ten Eleven- Every direction is North, Enigma-The Fortress, Eric Clapton- Knocking on Heavens door, Evans Blue- In a red dress alone, Evanescence- Missing.
F: Fallout Boy- Champagne for my real friends; real pain for my sham friends, Fatboy Slim- Magic Carpet Ride, Finch- Ink, Finger 11, Florence + the Machine- Swimming, Frank Sinatra- Fly me too the moon, Frou Frou- Candlelight.
G: Ghostland Observatory, Girl Talk- Peek out, Goo Goo Dolls- Black balloon, Gorillaz- Joplin spider.
H: Hawthorne Heights- Dead in the water
I: Incubus, Iron and Wine.
J: Jack Johnson- Angel, James Taylor- Boatman, Jay- Z- H.A.M., Jimi Hendrix- Watchtower, Joe Satriani- Surfing with the alien, John Butler- Ocean, John Mayer- Vultures, John Denver- Rocky Mountain high.
K: Kanye West- No church in the wild, Kid Cudi- Man on the Moon, The Killers- Spaceship adventure, Korn- Freak on a leash.
L: La Roux- In for the kill, Led Zeppelin- Stairway to Heaven, Lil Wayne- 9mm, Linkin Park- Robot Boy, Live- Heaven, Lost Prophets- Last train home, Lupe Fiasco- Break the chain, Lynyrd Skynyrd- Free bird.
M: Matisyahu- Open the gates, Meg and Dia- Monster, MIA- Paper planes, Modest Mouse- King rat, Mudvayne- Death blooms, Mumford and Sons- The Cave, My Chemical romance- Party Poison.
N: N.E.R.D.- Love Bomb, New Found Glory- Boulders, Nirvana- Big cheese, Noah and the Whale- Blue Skies.
O: O.A.R.- Black Rock, Outkast- Roses, Owl City- Tidal wave.
P: Passion Pit- Moths wings, Portugal, the Man- Floating, The Postal Service- Umbrella, Pretty Lights.
R: Ra- Sky, Radiohead, Rage Against the Machine- Snake charmer, Ray Lamontagne- Jolene, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Reel Big Fish, Revis- Your wall, Rise Against- Swing life away, Rush - Armor and sword.
S: Say Anything- Cemetery, Senses Fail- Shark attack, Sevendust- Angels son, Slightly Stoopid- Closer to the sun, Smashing Pumpkins- Bullet with butterfly wings, Snow Patrol- Shut your eyes, Something Corporate- The Astronaut, Staind- Mudshovel, Sublime- Wrong way, System of a Down- Jet Pilot.
T: Thursday- A Falling bomb, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers- Free Fallin.
U: The Urge- Brainless, The Used- The bird and the worm.
W: Weezer- Island in the sun.
X: The XX- Shelter
Y: Yellowcard- Bombers
Z: Ziggy Marley- Dragonfly
#: 2pac- F##k all Yall, 12 Stones- Broken, 30 seconds to Mars- Kings and Queens, 311- Whiskey and wine.

Scene 1 - Storage

Mon, 14 May 2012 19:14:30 PDT

I'm doing a leetle series :c

This is my image of a storage room on the Axiom. (the star liner) looks like a bank vault, because that's how I imagined it, something like a bank vault. Neat, orderly, and secure. In storage they would keep records, important objects and deactivated androids/robots (hint hint)

Door loooooks like killve's doors but oops I did that without realizing it ;-;

(ALSO lines are not straight because no rulers were involved when I drew this so I'd say it's pretty good for freehand. Also I don't often draw backgrounds so shut up please :v)

I wanted to do a certain scene that I imagined, but in my head I could not condense it into one single image - I had a couple of slides in my head. Like a comic page. So I'll just draw each slide/scene.

Good thing I'm going to college for Digital animation, I tend to imagine things in motion. In slides, in scenes. ect.

So instead of sticking these all into a comic page I'm just going to upload each image separately. Next one tomorrow :c

Scene 1 - [link] [You are here]
Scene 2- [link]
Scene 3 - [link]
Scene 4 - [link]
Scene 5 - [link]

(there is a story here I promise it's not just backgrounds XD)

'Axiom' ship (c) Pixar

Wall-e got you, guys

Sun, 17 Jan 2010 15:01:17 PST

Ok, that's not really what I head on my mind, still, i liked.^^... the first idea was at a flower, but then it didn't work... so i tried on a metal pot, and on a table, and the last idea was wall-e, which turned out to be the best i could do with those... i'm gonna draw those and keep them in the paper to see what it is like ^^

Scene ... 3 - Junior

Thu, 17 May 2012 17:51:30 PDT

Kind of scene 2 and one half.

God seriously I can't stop doing more of these. The original 3 are still waiting in the wings. And I'm still doing EXTRAS.

This picture upsets me, it upsets me so much. I hate the shading in places and rrrrg. his face, it has issues.

Hai Junior. Too bad he doesn't really exist in the continuity, he's fun. (Though I totally understand why he doesn't XD)

Is this black and white pencil thing interesting, or should I line them and color them proper? (STOP BEING LAZY KAI Almost said 'Ebony'.... even I need to get used to my new/old name)

Also ok cat out of the bag on what I'm doing here. These are bits from 'Slipped away' written by [link]
For some reason I started thinking about what in the world they did with Auto's body. I mean he's an android, somehow I doubt they would bury him >_> That'd be weird to me. So I figured they'd put him in storage on the Axiom. (McCrea might not be happy about that, tbh) But then I got to thinkin' about it and I wanted to design the storage room and started drawing stuff and then drawing scenes from slipped away and I got CARRIED away

So this. I don't know what I'm doing anymore BUT THERE ARE MORE PICS I'm just lazy.

Scene 1 - [link]
Scene 2- [link]
Scene 3 - [link] [You are here]
Scene 4 - [link]
Scene 5 - [link]

Junior (c) Naomi-Wiflath (I think)
Android Autopilot design (c) LonelyOne ... I mean Genesisnx
(DARN THOSE NAME CHANGES lol!!!!)

Scene 4 - Goodnight

Sun, 20 May 2012 19:15:34 PDT

Ok so, in this story [link] obviously Auto 'dies' and runs off to Sidus to find Dark. So I wondered what they did with his body. He's an android, I doubt they'd bury him... (???? to me that'd be weird) But I also doubt McCrea would let them destroy him or something. So I figure they'd stick him in storage on the Axiom, in some god forbidden hold in the bowls of the ship. To me, that's kind of sad.

So that's what all theseee scenes were for. My brain just goes along weird lines and I have to draw things. *SHRUG*

DON'T LOOK AT ME I DON'T KNOW

Scene 1 - [link]
Scene 2- [link]
Scene 3 - [link]
Scene 4 - [link] [You are here]
Scene 5 - [link]

I actually have one more of a worker locking the storage... vault... thing... but I may or may not finish the sketch lol.

Android Autopilot design (c) Genesisnx
Auto (c) Pixar

l'inquietudine

Tue, 14 Mar 2006 09:27:31 PST

changed the title after listening to a song by Nek, an italian singer.
inquietudine roughly translates so something like - restlessness/moment of silence- bah i know what it means but i dont know how to translate it.
Rich- che conosci la lingua meglio, be, perche e la tua lingua insomma!
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this concept has been floating in my head for about a century to be exact.... i never ever got the composition right, until now... i hope.
So, since i love lyricism, i collaged newspaper words and stuck onto the 'walls' with a poem i wrote two years ago called;

Testimony of room 707 of St. Blordo's Asylum for the metally ill.

Giggle, tickle, trickle, blither
My pants are pineapple purple
Behold! I am atlas! Tremble!
For I ................me Atlas
May choose to take off this weight,
Oh, the sky is rolling
And what have you to say
Oh comic of death.............. stop laughing.
I itch,
Curse the blessed poppy upon the windowsill,
My shoebox, painted white..............shut.
You! You look at me with oggly eyes
Eyes that shriek and claw at you
In the night!
I have something to say,
Yes, I have something to say!
The sun shall turn towards the moon ..helloooo
and you will see that I was right!
and then you will have to close your eyes,
blind, you are blind! ................STOP LAUGHING!!
Scratch scratch scratch
I shall plant seeds in my toe
I shall watch white poppies grow
Curl under my toenails in hairy green
I am Charlie Sheen.
I rhyme, I rhyme!
A genius of words and line
The lights go out............... out!
Eyes are nothing more than stars in
a shoebox sky...............there is nothing
my face is red
the wall is red
we are all red
they watch red ............... stop laughing!
I can hear your secrets whisper
......... who?......... Its over
.....Forget................ Larry King Live
............................ White shirt........mud
The white curtain- the wall
I itch, I scratch
I am number six on my fibbonacci scale
All hail!
My itchy face
In a proportion of 1.618........ scratch
White poppies crown me
I am chased by appollo like Daphne
I srcatch away the brambles
Red and white
My fingers are red
My fingers are red
My fingers are red.

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if you can understand some of the metaphores i've inserted, you get a big fat cand and a hug.... let us all reminisce the articulate 'dumphs' of mr. orford in English class back in Milan ne?
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pencil
acryic paint
newspaper
normal paper
ink pens.

HURGADA TIJERA

Mon, 30 Aug 2010 06:11:55 PDT

[link]

- - - - -

Uno , dos , tres,
Adivina lo que escondo,
cuatro, cinco , seis,
al lado de mi cama.

Nadie tiene queja,
Todas asombradas
Salen de mi casa
más que relajadas.

Muchachita,
Tengo aquí mi escoba.
¿ No quieres montarte y volar ?,
¿ Acaso no quieres tocar las nubes,
las estrellas y gozar?

Uno , dos , tres,
Quieres lo que escondo,
cuatro, cinco , seis.

( Canción " Los números ", por Hurgada Tijera )

Arriba les presento a Hurgada Tijera, la bruja bollera. Fogosa, ardiente e insaciable son algunos de los calificativos que podríamos encontrarnos si le preguntásemos a alguna de sus amantes o incluso a las hortalizas de su huerto.

Los árboles la recuerdan como la mas hermosa del reino. Amante de la franela y el buen vino, hipnotizaba a las mozas con su voz y su canto, y pronto se convirtió en la mejor bruja del bosque. Deseada por las damas más bellas y los caballeros más musculosos y vigorosos, era capaz de levantar las cosas sin tocarlas ni mirarlas, y de hecho, ni siquiera sabía que se estaban elevando cuando pasaba a su lado. A ella nunca le interesó este punto.

Hurgada Tijera ya casi no sale de casa. Se ha vuelto más hogareña y su tiempo lo dedica a su huerto, al canto y al placer. Antes todo era muy distinto e incluso hace años tuvo una amante, Soledad La Enfurecida, quien le enseñó todas las artes de la expresión de la noche y las sombras que nacen bajo la luz de la luna. Ahora Soledad sólo se dedica a fumar, rascarse, beber cerveza y vestir de negro cada noche.

Hoy en día las muchachas jóvenes e inocentes, deseosas de experimentar La Noche Hurgada, son atraídas a su casa mediante su voz. Sudor, gritos de placer y un extraño e inquietante olor a perejil impregnan las paredes de su casa.

Se mecen las copas de los árboles. Cae una hoja al río. Rompe el reflejo de la luna. Empieza la noche. Entre los árboles se escucha una canción.

Uno, dos, tres

- - - - -

" One, two, three,
Guess what I hide,
four, five, six,
close to my bed.

No girl has a complaint.
Totally amazed
They leave my house
More than relaxed.

Little girl,
Here I have my broom,
Dont you wanna ride it and fly ?
Dont you wanna touch the clouds
the stars, and enjoy?

"One, two, three,
You want what I hide,
four, five, six. "

Here I introduce you Hurgada Tijera, the Witch dyke. Fiery, passionate and insatiable are some of the words you may find if you could ask to any of her mistresses, or even to the vegetables from her garden

Trees remember her as the most beautiful of the kingdom. Flannel-loving and good wine lover, she hypnotized girls with her voice and her singing, and soon she became the best witch of the forest. She was desired by the most beautiful ladies and by the most muscular and vigorous gentlemen. She had the ability to lift things up without neither touching them nor looking at them. In fact, she didnt even know they were raising up when she went by them. She was never interested in this point.

Hurgada Tijera hardly ever goes out home. She has become more home-loving and spends her time by taking care of her kitchen garden, singing and her own pleasure. Some time ago everything was very different. In those days she had even a mistress for years, Soledad The Enraged, who taught her the arts of expression of the night and the shadows born under the moonlight. Now Soledad spends her time smoking, scratching herself, drinking beer and wearing black every night.

Nowadays, young and innocent girls, eager to experience "The Hurd Night", are attracted to her home through her voice. Sweat, squeals of delight and a strange and disturbing smell of parsley permeate the walls of her house.

Swaying treetops. A leaf falls on the river. It breaks the reflection of the moon. Night falls. Among the trees a song can be heard.

" One, two, three ..."

urban memories

Wed, 15 Nov 2006 06:42:19 PST

intervenção nos muros sujos de restos de papel, outdoors, cartazes, lambes lambes, tintas etc.

colagem de adesivos que remetem a orgãos de sentido e pulsação, como coração, pulmão, ouvido, etc.

sticker_project

Fri, 28 Jan 2005 05:54:12 PST

Athens_Maidsone_2003_inject prints_on wall
big_photo_warning

It is a fact that the urban space where we live our everyday lives has changed drastically in the past few years. Mostly, it is our way of looking at things that has changed. This project is about observation and how we can look at some things as we walk by the streets of a city. I am walking down the street and the walls that I come across are covered with all kinds of different images that you can imagine, posters, stickers, graffiti and stencil art, all different forms of communication.
What has drawn my attention to these images is that, sometimes, compositions are created when these are combined: if, for example, someone writes something on a poster or next to it, the combination creates a whole new image.
Details of these are been photographed and measured; the photo is printed on stickers that have the size of the detail. After considering the space around the small detail, a shape is been created in a way to make itself noticeable.
The passer-by is drawn by the peculiarity of the shape and the pattern of colours that look strange to his/her eye. If he looks closely, he will discover that all these images are been created by one, which is on the wall. The detail is multiplied and is no longer a detail but a different design meant to influence the environment around it and the people that may observe it.
The first part of this series of stickers covering walls in public spaces, took place on the wall and on a small part of the sidewalk of a public building on early May 2003. The stickers were put up on the wall and stayed there for a couple of days before the street cleansers swept it away with their machines.
The implications of that first street action drifted away from popular messages - it dealt with a subconscious interest of the viewer-passer-by with hidden information that is not seen on walls even when it clearly shows what it wants to communicate. In our case, continuous rows of stickers formed a disillusioning image of multiple faces (the same ones in every sticker) hinting on the inevitable loss of connection between image and message; but at the same time, triggering the suspicious passer-by to look harder (especially in that part of the city -Eksarhia- where the walls are full of anarchic, leftist posters). All this political references stand as a background to the sticker itself, which was produced by a fragment of a photograph in a torn poster -in the same district's walls!- depicting Turk leftists protesting in Istanbul for the injustice and the conditions of the imprisonment of Turks and Curds.
When I visited the particular area of Athens on the 5th of May there was nothing left on the wall where the stickers were. Every sticker as well as other posters had disappeared and there were only white glued fragments forming a mosaic of what was not there. So, my experience of the action was by photographs on the internet. Firstly, I got a good perspective of the stickers on the walls and of the background of the initial photograph on the indymedia.org site where there was also posted an e-mail discussion by some visitors triggered by the issue of the monument - as it was named -.
However, there is another photograph which drew my attention; the stickers are in full view in the centre of the picture, covering wall and sidewalk, and an important detail on the left-hand corner of the picture; (the half of) a young man wearing glasses and holding a glass of frappe coffee walks in front of the static monument. I cannot explain why but this particular photograph (which I reprinted) and especially the presence of a passer-by makes me see the stickers and the shape they form, as a piece of fractal disorientation of reality - the stickers now become a painting, with their periphery forming a triangle of unidentified origin.
Second part of the action; stickers on wall of an underground arcade with white lamps and tiles on the walls. In a photograph the place seems unreal, abandoned by the presence of humans. The stickers have now formed another sort of a triangle - the form interacts with the rectangle shape and the colour of the tiles in a geometrical synthesis reminding the abandoned architecture of underground constructivism.

Wall-E

Sun, 08 Mar 2009 15:30:42 PDT

Wall-E, zlapalam ulotke z kina i nie moglam sie powstrzymac, zwazcie na to, ze nie mialam wtedy gumki do mazania a takze ze format jest A4

The Cabinet

Mon, 30 Aug 2010 20:45:12 PDT

If you ask... "Who's in charge here?" these are the people that are more then happy to answer.

Nahzin - The Silent Type, a Brick Wall of a woman who isn't very interested in chatting or making friends. She isn't human and so technically isn't a she, but most of everyone will agree that taking on a female shape wasn't a bad idea. Security is the name of Nah's game and she can be found shadowing Jaycub most of the day, when not taking a break to issue new orders to the underlings. (Too many;Nah Final Version, Nah Luna Samurai (Gift Art!), Nah Portait, Nah - Full Costume)

Jaycub (Jaycub) - The King Dictator, the Dark Shepherd. He has a good laugh and seems to be an uncle-type figure... Until it's time to flex some political muscle. He has an air of being some sort of reformed villain, with the morally gray options still taken into consideration at every step along the way. The pose in this image is actually the Fay's (Five Fay Examples) version of a curtsy with hand held out and one leg folded up.

Joe Mum (Joemum 2) - Reborn, Part-time Spiritualist. Serves as eyes and ears while performing the task of lead hunter. Some strange series of events has lead to his gender-bending appearance, but given his tracking skills, few seem interested in knowing the story. Joe has been known to go missing for days, only to return perfectly fine and with a new, fantastical discovery. (Other: Hooded Shaman Joe-mum)

They're finally inked! And placed in a line-up to scale (Almost. Pretty much. Let's call it Good Enough.)

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©2010 Amy E. Erwin, please contact me if you wish to use this image. Please do not claim it as your own. Please don't rip it off.

Reaching the Top

Fri, 01 Apr 2005 01:17:27 PST

Witchy knew she had to take this huge wall with her Family. She remembered the Other Witches favorite spots to hide or be with her self to create new magic spells. When they lived together in The Wood, whenever she looked for The Other Witch, she just knew too find her up in the highest tree or in other cases, on the highest hill. Witchy just looked for the highest peak in this new area and in this captured moment she finds out she was right. Again. Some soup has to be made later. No problem.

Pastel, please take the full view for details in and under backsack. Thanks for watching.

Sorry for editing 2 times...picture was blurred, had to submit a better version.

for previous chapters see links below. Enjoy!

W I T C H Y S T O R I E S

1. Autumn Swim [link]
2. Jogging [link]
3. Bewitched Stories for Bunnies [link]
4. Swinging Witch [link]
5. Instruction for The Snails [link]
6. Witchy Gallery [link]
7. A Walk in the Moonlight [link]
8. Racing [link]
9. Meeting the Sea [link]
10. Cry for Help [link]
11. Bringing the Nose [link]
12. In Good Hands [link]
13. Hot Chocolate [link]
14. Happy Together [link]
15. Work out in the Wood [link]
16. Ballet Witchy [link]
17. Happy Birthday Spider [link]
18. Witchys Nightmare [link]
19. So in Love [link]
20. Close Encounters of Witch Kind [link]
21. Dressed Tree [link]
22. On the Move [link]
23. Crossing the River [link]
24. Hot Tub [link]
25. Signs on a Line [link]

IZ Violet's story

Fri, 14 Mar 2008 15:23:59 PDT

(Only posted here! If found anywhere else, know that it was stolen!)

This would be my first Invader Zim story, and this does result from watching IZ a few hundred times. This is the story of my fan character, Violet. Enjoy! ^v^
Invader Zim characters belong to their creator, not me.
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The sun shines brightly upon a small city miles away from where our favorite Invader lives. But it's in a tiny neighborhood where our story begins. In this quiet neighborhood stands a little white house with a deep-blue roof. The family that lives in this attractive home is busy at work, packing away their invaluable belongings. For on this warm and peaceful day, it's once again moving day for the family of three.

The house itself is almost completely empty, except for the room of the family's only child: an 8-year-old girl named Violet. Although an only child, Violet is more precious to her parents than most people would think. At her bedroom window, she sits quietly in thinking. The sun shines brilliantly against her window's blinds, but those rays that are able to slip through them shine on the young girl's shoulder-length black hair. Violet sighs, closing her amethyst-purple eyes. This day would be her twenty-second time moving to another city, and the routine has become more and more dull to her than it has to her own parents.

Besides possessing beautiful black hair and strange purple eyes, Violet would be classified as a mystery to others at first glance. She's oddly very pale, and is normally dressed in clothes that range from light blue to dark purple. Her bizarre skin tone gives her the belief that she's unhealthy. In actuality, the child is healthier than most people. Most NORMAL people, anyway. This is because the one trait that separates her from the rest is, not her skin color, but her purple eyes. Her eyes have been a mystery to even her own parents. No one knows exactly how or why she was born with such a weird eye-color, but as expected, she is sometimes mocked for having such unusual eyes.

Keeping herself quiet, Violet opens her eyes and looks to her bedroom door. In walks her mother, a surprisingly lovely woman in her late twenties named Lisa. She possesses long, deep-red hair and emerald-green eyes, and is almost always garbed in golden clothes. Unlike Violet's pale skin-color, her mother boasts a warm glow. With a smile, she looks to her daughter. "What's wrong, honey? You haven't finished packing yet," she said, glancing around the not-so-empty room of her child. Violet sighed again, "For some reason, Mom, I don't really feel like packing again. It's only been a few weeks since we last moved, you know."

Her mother's smile became a small grin, "I understand. To be honest, I don't really want to move either, but...you already know how your father and I are sometimes with the available jobs. When neither of us are happy with what the city offers us, we decide to move someplace else. But I promise you, sweetie, we WILL find a decent place to live. You'll see." Violet's mother hugs her before picking up one of the filled cardboard boxes to take to the family's blue van. Left alone, Violet returns to what she had been doing for over an hour. In front of her mirror, she begins practicing introduction lines for the day she arrives at her new school.

"Hello, my name is Violet. I'm 8 years old....and I'm a freak...aw, forget this..."

Soon after she finishes, Violet returns to finishing packing her belongings. It was the same thing over and over for her. Besides having moved so often, she was also saddened, mostly from having left so many homes and having little to no friends. Instead, she always found comfort by spending quality time with her parents, the only two important people in her young life. Without them, Violet would be on her own, due to have had lost her grandparents a few years ago. Her mother was the only child in her family, and her father...for some bizarre reason, he had always claimed his entire family died off.

Finished with her packing, Violet carries her filled boxes out of her room. She bumps into her father, John, in the hallway, and nearly drops one of her packages. Her father catches it, placing it back on her pile. Violet had gotten more of her traits from her father. He too had black hair, but it was short; only reaching the back center of his neck. His skin was in between pale and a normal flesh color, but he also had an odd feature to his demeanor. His eyes weren't purple, but they were caramel-gold in color. Thin, in his mid thirties, and wearing clothes ranged from gray to black, he seemed like the normal adult male.

"So, finally got through with your job, eh?" he said, patting Violet's head. "Yes, Dad. Do you mind giving me a hand in getting these things to the van? In case you haven't noticed, I'm kinda short and can't see around these boxes," she responded, struggling to hold her heavy load. "Heheh, of course, sweetheart," her father agrees, and takes a few of her boxes to their van. Outside and stationed at the side door of the van, Violet looks up at their temporary home. After spending only a few short weeks behind the house's white walls, it appeared to her that they had found such a perfect home. But with her parents' decision to move again, she would have had to learn to leave this home behind.

"...Dad? Do you think we'll ever have a normal, permanent house to live in?" Violet asks her father, who is still placing her things in the van. John stops his work to look at her, "I believe we will, Violet. Hopefully, this will be the last time we will ever have to move." He messes with her hair before picking her up and putting her in her seat, where she puts on her seat belt and pulls out her laptop computer from one of the boxes. She checks her E-mail and such while her parents complete the packing. With the house empty and the van filled with heavy packages, the family begins their trip to their new, and hopefully permanent, house in the nearby city.

The family settles temporarily in a small hotel room, keeping their belongings locked in the van. During the time Violet's parents spend getting their dinner, Violet stays in their room, looking on her laptop for information on her new school. Not surprisingly, the school just so happens to be the same facility in which everyone's favorite Irken Invader "learns" about planet Earth. Upon researching the old building, Violet begins planning out her school schedule, putting Ms. Bitters' class as her first-period course. But unlike the other students in that particular classroom, Violet planned to only spend an hour and a half in the class, then move on to her next course.

Her schedule was soon split into three classes a day: Ms. Bitters first, then Mrs. Coral for biology, and finally Mr. Gino for math. Once that was said and done, and her parents had returned, she told them of her planned-out school schedule, and asked them if she could have the new school year done as she had planned it. This slightly amazed her parents, but they soon agreed, and the three of them sat at the table to eat their meals. Two days of traveling later, the family reaches their destination: a semi-large house, built with red bricks and a black roof. This house stood a few blocks away from our Invader's "house", and several houses down from our paranormal investigator.

Just as with past houses, Violet had her room set up in a moderately-sized room with a large window. Her bed was near the window, with her closet directly across from it. She had a small desk near the bedroom door, on which she had placed her laptop computer. Also near her door was her small dresser, which had a mirror built into it. Next to her bed was a night table, which had her lamp on top of it. Once she was settled in, Violet sat on her bed and prayed that this would be the last time they would need to move. Even though she had never lived there before, something about this city caught her interest. Little did she or anyone know that this certain city would be where her life would change forever.

WaLL-E

Thu, 03 May 2012 08:13:05 PDT

A computer painting of WaLL-E, I could only look at him from a seperate picture and memory. I painted over nature pictures, so I can keep the nature theme alive like the movie.

EVE Paperart

Sun, 07 Jun 2009 20:26:49 PDT

Oh my gosh, paperart! I miss making these little babies! ;w; <3 <3 <3 <3

So yeah! Wow! Not Nintendo related?! Do I have a fever? No. Wall-E is one of my favorite movies! Aaaaand just though I'd make an Eve paper art. All these paperarts look so much better in real life. ;;

EVE belongs to Disney's Pixar.

Paint Practice

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 14:34:42 PDT

Acrylic paint on posterboard then tweaked/ finished in photoshop. You can probably tell.

Left out their spokes cuz I couldn't made them look right with that pose so who cares.

Random stuff is random. I was just painting with acrylics in class today.
That's all.

Don't want any crit on this one. I bite.

Dark Auto character is copyrighted © Naomi-Wiflath
Android Autopilot character concept design is copyrighted © LonelyOne

Another Brick In The Wall

Tue, 08 Jul 2008 13:46:05 PDT

Kooth Aan, my character on my brother's SW campaign. This is how she looks like, but the pieces of the stormtrooper armor are black, not white. We have a bounty on our head by the Emperor, it's cause of this that we have colored it!

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Posto disegni relativamente vecchi perchè non ne ho di migliori per ora, e di nuovi che dir si voglia...

Wonder

Sun, 08 May 2011 10:12:40 PDT

A piece from a Unit called Industrial Cannibals. Interpret as you wish.
Acrylic Paint/ Digital

S e c r e t s . . .

Fri, 15 Oct 2010 18:41:38 PDT

my most prized piece from this school year. it was formulated sorta all at once and is going to be featured in the north west florida art show/contest. wish me luck!
with this piece i became addicted to both cardboard (the lovely ripples!) and multimedia works.

the eye: 2b pencil on sketchbook papper
the "wall" : acrylic paint on cardboard

enjoy~

I Want YOU To Have A Pony

Sat, 06 Oct 2012 15:13:17 PDT

Present for friend\'s birthday.

Mediums Used:
Prismacolor Softcore Pencils
Copic Markers
Pencil (Regular: No. 2)
Kneaded Eraser

Thanks for checking this out, this is also a Chronicles of Irrit@tion one-panel picture. To see more of those, check out the folder in my gallery.

Check out my page for:
Photography
Literature
Mixed Media Pictures
Etc.

Credits:
Uncle Sam Poster
My Little Pony

~TheAbstruse

DO NOT STEAL THIS, JERKS!

Tree of creativity + Chaos Pit

Thu, 09 Dec 2010 12:35:03 PST

This was created for an art class assignment. It has since sadly been torn apart thanks to my little sister. It consisted on one side hand bent metal wire tree with anatomically correct heart at is center & the leaves of the trees all various pictures of Otep Shamaya, releases from her band, & covers from her (then only e-books) Little Sins. On the other side was a moshpit recreation & there were many pictures of Otep throughout. the walls of the box were covered with all of her lyrics along with red paint mixed with my own blood thanks to the metal tree tearing apart my fingertips.

The Bride of The Art Dump

Sat, 14 May 2011 18:43:31 PDT

I like giving my art dumps 'sequel' names. Like the revenge of, and bride of. The next will probably be Art VS. Dump or something like that.

So now, get ready for a wall of text because I'm talking about ALL of them. mmmk?

A: Acrylics on canvas. This is Johnny Depp, but it looks pretty much nothing like him. This was me trying to draw people that aren't me and I figured since Johnny and I have a BIRTHDAY BOND, he wouldn't mind much. It's based off this picture: [link] if you needed to know.

B. Acrylics on canvas again. I wanted to do something peach colored. Didn't turn out how I'd hoped.

C. The Little mermaid, originally drawn in pen, then colored with crayola pencil block things (incase you don't know what those are, they're these things: [link] )

D. Esmerelda, with the same media as the little mermaid. She was drawn first. I like this the best. you can't see it that well in the photo, but I tried some cool color light things in the hair. Trying to make it look like the fire was glowing and lighting up parts of her hair and face and all.

E. This looks so fucking bright. Mostly pose practice, same media as Essie and Ariel.

F. This was last week's art homework. We're doing landscapes which I both hate and suck at. It's based off a painting by some guy who's name I forget. I think it's called "Girl with Basket" or something like that. I could be wrong.
Pencil and crap colored pencils, because I couldn't find the color blocks at the time.

G. This one, funny story man. Her heads too big and all, but you see, I tried coloring this with chapstick. Yeah, Chapstick. All the colors you see on there are chapstick, well, besides the pen. It smells good.

H. Let me introduce you guys to Wilmur. He's a baby Chestnut tree I saved from my mum (we have a big one in our yard, and so we get itty bitty ones surrounding it every year. She hates them) I change his water everyday. Hopefully that's a good thing. I dunno if that's a good thing.
I think it looks like a fetus. I put some shells and a ceramic chicken in the jar too, because I wanted to. JUDGE ME, BITCHES.

WIIILLLLMUURRRRR.

Wall

Thu, 05 Jul 2012 13:26:54 PDT

Ehm,.. největí věc co jsem kdy dělala - stěna naeho obýváku.
Fotka je hrozná, ale lepí momentálně nepořídím.
Jetě to není hotové, ale se svým nasazením pochybuji e to někdy dodělám.
Kadopádně děkuji otcovu známému za pomoc, sama bych to nikdy nedala ani po sem a [link] za radu s křídly

Killer Kitty

Sun, 25 Jan 2009 11:07:42 PST

It's the scene from E. A. Poe's 'The Black Cat' where they find the cat walled up with the dead wife.

It's a printing block. It took forever cuz I made the mistake of maiking the bricks red and everthing else black, which meant cutting out all the bricks.

The New ISB

Wed, 03 Jun 2009 16:52:23 PDT

This picture is based off of my story of the same name.

[link]

Please read this story, only my 2 best firends read this and I wanna know what other people think of it. There is a big summary inside of the link along with the story itself. The first few parts are not so good, but believe me it gets A LOT better. Anyway, this story, in a nutshell, is a gigantic crossover. Here are some of the characters in the story. Anyone who I do not put a franchise name next to is a friend of mine. Going from left to right and starting from the top row.

Rotom (Pokemon)
Ristar (Ristar)
Deidara (Naruto)
Mew (Pokemon)
Mewtwo (Pokemon)
Uxie (Pokemon)
Azelf (Pokemon)
Mesprit (Pokemon)
Arceus (Pokemon)
Celebi (Pokemon)
Ivory (Simtunes)
Rayquaza (Pokemon)
Pit (Brawl Style) (Kid Icarus)
Deoxys (In Attack Form) (Pokemon)
Lucario (Pokemon)
Spyro (Spyro the Dragon)
Vademon (Digimon)
WALL-E (WALL-E)
Patrick (SPongebob Squarepants)
Mamemon (Digimon)
Babbling Fish (a character from one of my friends dreams)
Peter (Family Guy)
Link (hugging Zelda ) (The Legend of Zelda)
Zelda (hugging Link ) (The Legend of Zelda)
Roy (Fire Emblem)
Marth (Fire Emblem)
Ike (Fire Emblem)
ROB (NES toy thing)
Sakura (Naruto)
(funny OOC) Sasuke (Naruto)
Naruto (in one tailed form) (Naruto)
Kyuubi (on Naruto's back) (Naruto)
Shukaku (tiny guy by Gaara) (Naruto)
Gaara (Naruto)
Kimmimaro (Naruto)
Ichigo (Bleach)
Rukia (Bleach)
a Paramite (Oddworld)
Pein (hugging Konan ) (Naruto)
Konan (hugging Pein ) (Naruto)
Toadsuke (Supah Nario Bros)
L (Death Note)
Edward (Twilight)
Jenifer (Vexus) (c) me
Kishmoto (Vexus) (c) me
Lexi
Bryce
Tony
Prehston
Molly
Jacob
Jordan
Dylan (ME!)
Brittney
Zach
(human) Shadow (Sonic the Hedgehog)
Jaden (Yugioh GX)
Launcher Spider (Yugioh)
Amanda (and her dog)
Nathan

Qute a lot of people eh?

Moka's helper

Tue, 14 Jun 2011 12:49:05 PDT

this is a helper to one of my charters moka- [link]
with the redness around this computer (supercomputer) is it coming out of the time stream
And i know that it looks like eve from wall-e [link] well looks a bit like eve, i only saw this after i had finished working on it

Tiny Little Lies

Mon, 19 May 2008 14:29:26 PDT

Hand-painted skateboard I designed last week (spray paint, acrylic, high gloss varnish). Part of an installation piece displayed in my gallery [link]

FOR SALE: $100
Complete with pro blank 7.75" Moose deck, Black Diamond caution yellow/black grip tape, white Havok trucks, black bushings, black hardware, white/black Tim Burton style spiral (your choice of 52mm or 54mm) wheels, Abec 7 bearings

More pics...

Close-up on lips:
[link]

Grip tape:
[link]

Wheels:
[link]

Trucks:
[link]

Shoot me an e-mail at aceofdimondz@hotmail.com or leave a message on my wall if you're interested in purchasing this sick skateboard! It won't be available for long!

-Ashley Champion