Friday, March 16, 2012
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Mmmmmmm…..spiced rum mixed with Mountain Dew Voltage. It’s gonna catch up with me here in a bit.
In the meantime, I finally designed Dave and Aradia’s outfits! Having trouble with colors, though, anyone wanna help?
Everyone go shower Goldarcanine with love and affection right now. She did this awesome coloring job on my quick, derpy lines and asjfkdjsgjksdgjklsdfgasjgkldjlskgrklngkrsnglj
Monday, January 30, 2012
oh god this is so messy.
Anyway, I’m doing a collab with dA username Goldarcanine. I guess I’m doing the lines, because I don’t want to make her try to discern things in this mess. ^^’
my sketches are terrible.
But, I figured I’d throw it up here to show her how it was going. Nyaaaaaah~ (The captions are just there for shits and giggles.)
Dishes? What dishes? I don’t believe I know what you’re talking about. ._.
I like to think that great-aunt Sun would act more like a big sister than an aunt.
She’s my OC, I can do what I want with her!!! >XD
Not exactly proud of this one - her arm’s too fat, I can’t draw people over the age of 20-something - but I’ll post it anyway.
Thank PI for the multiple photos thing, otherwise this art dump would be a bit more spammy.
Just one more picture to upload.
(Yes I just made a Problem Sleuth reference
SUE ME - I mean, please don’t… ._.)
Saturday, January 28, 2012
I was suddenly aware I haven’t uploaded this here yet.
Or my designs for Roxy, Rose, John, and Jade.
“Shit,” Jake heard Dirk exhale. “Jake, get…ready. They’re…coming out in…force.”
“What do you…mean, ‘get ready’? How…in blazes am…I supposed to do…that?”
—Sorry it’s so short - pretty much exactly 3 pages, really short - but I really need to get to bed. I have work at noon, an hour after I usually wake up. XP
But anyway. Chapter 8. I’ll put this on dA and AO3 tomorrow >w<—
Gamzee pressed down on who he thought was a member of the WRO, blind hate and rage burning though him. He sank his teeth into every bit of the unfortunate man he could reach. He didn’t care that his arms were chained behind him. He paid no heed to the fact that the roar of boiling blood in his head was deafening him to the cries of the agent and those of the people around them trying to separate him from his prey.
All he wanted was vengeance.