Mistborn fanart... and bits of Kippy's costume

This wasn't Mistborn fanart to begin with, actually... it was just Kipin drawing a cool pose. But then it turned into Shan Elariel in a catsuit and a mistcloak. OMG THAT WOMAN MAKES ME SO MAD. SHE IS EVIL. EEEEEVIIIILLLLL. But I like my lineart, anyway. XD I want one of those cloaks SO BAAAD. They're like a bunch of long grey ribbons sewn together at the top, and Mistborn wear them so they can blend in with the mists at night. Gaah, the Mistborn trilogy is awesomeness. Weirdly enough, the books were recommended to my dad by one of his musician friends, so he read it, then gave it to me to read, then I liked it enough to give it to Spud to read, and we're gonna talk Mom into reading it too. It. Is. AWESOME. And this is the finished top of my Halloween costume. It was just a boring green shirt until I attacked it with a fistful of fabric markers. I think I completely ran out the sparkly gold one...

Here's the back, with the scales and spines:

And here are my wonderful CLAWS! *glomps claws* I love them! But they are really hard to maneuver in. I was dialing phones with my knuckles and typing sans caps last night. I wonder how people with real nails function.

Aren't they beautifully frightening?

I really am trying to finish the short story today. Just a little bit more to go. Seriously. I swear.

Happy Halloween!

Oh yeah, Shan Elariel and mistcloaks and everything are (c) Brandon Sanderson the Awesome.

Commander Kip

TEEN TITANS! ("Yeah, Raven! You should have seen your face!" "You mean, THIS FACE?!!" "No... that's more 'angry' than 'scared'...)

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eyeglass case of awesomeness

I made this in art class and sewed the Velcro on at home. I love the huge button. It makes Kipin happeh. There's the back. *gleeful sigh* How I adore that class. All of my friendses are in it and we have such fun...

And now the random doodles that have nothing to do with anything. I was drawing faerie doors the other day cuz I felt like it.

Yeah. And then I was listening to this Loreena McKennit song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n9mJe_yDtuE and this image popped into my head... while I was in the middle of studying slope problems for the PLAN test tomorrow... and... yeah.

More doodles coming soon. There's an awesome one of Thaelen I did! It looks just like him! *squees to self*

Still workin' on da short story!

Commander Kip

TEEN TITANS! ("How do I look?" "Pink.")

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Flavius haz da madskillz

Yes he does. Alllll the madskillz. A shorter scene that I enjoyed writing a little too much.

I skidded in through the doorway to find the library in flames. Taking an involuntary step back, I scanned the room for Flavius. A glimpse of blue fabric amidst the burning books and furniture sent me dashing into the room, one arm over my face to block out the smoke.
He was slumped against the leg of a reading desk and sporting a lump on the back of his head that was visible even through his hair. I didn’t bother putting out the flames licking at his cloak. I just flung and arm and a leg over my shoulders and fled.
Out in the hallway, I propped him against the wall and set about stamping out his clothes. Only then did I realize how badly my hands were shaking, and I had to sink down beside him and catch my breath. An explosive cough made me glance at him.
Flavius’s eyes blinked open behind cracked spectacles. He coughed again, sending out a small puff of soot, and his hand came up to feel the lump on his head. “Ouch…”
“What happened?” I demanded, still shaky but no longer terrified. “Flavius, why is the library on fire?”
He groaned, closing his eyes and leaning back against the wall. “Fable happened, the slimy sneak. I was researching the Ezroth legends and he came up behind me and brained me with a copy of Pyrodemons: A Complete Index. After that, he must have set the books on fire.”
“Blast,” I muttered, smacking my fist into my leg. “Now we have no reference. Argh!”
“Not only do we have no reference, but the Baroness is going to be furious,” Flavius pointed out, rubbing his head with a grimace.

See? Skillz.

Commander Kip who's about to leave the house, hence the very short post
TEEN TITANS! (Why would I help YOU? *tentacles* Aaaargh, okayokayI'lldoit!)
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All the Better

This might end up being a huge post. We shall see.

I've been hiding this piece from you all because I didn't like how it came out. At all. In fact, I kind of hate it. It's supposed to be Artemis Fowl... in a wonky style. Ahem.

Remind me to never do manga shading EVAR AGAIN.

Let's have some OYANy goodness now. Here's Alethia's eye. It wasn't going to be her eye, but after it sprouted those huge eyelashes and the streak that runs down to her nose, it turned into her. And this was doodled on the back of a biology test a few weeks ago. Sasuke, the angstiest character in all of fanfiction. XD

And THIS one's self-explanatory, if you can read the text. Doodled on the back of my OYAN homework.

EPIC MASSIVE ORC CLEAVER THINGY FOR THE WIIIIIIINNNNN!!!!

I'm working on a short story I'd like to have done by Halloween. We'll see if that works out. It has Draith in it!! *falls over* Squeeface!

Commander Kip

TEEN TITANS! (Someone has eaten all our blue furry food!)

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Ghastly

Gaah, sorry for the grainy pic... but have you seen this one yet? Her name is Ghastly. She's bein' a witch for Halloween. I love her haaaaat. XD

Happy Nearly-Halloween! Are any of you guys going trick-or-treating? What are you dressing up as? I'm gonna be a dragon, methinks. Now that I have the wings and everything. *excited squee* Wingses!

Commander Kip
TEEN TITANS! (My starbolts are furry!)
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Andra of Erimon

I tried to shade this, I really did! Yes, I know her eyes are off and her bust is too high (again.) By the time I got to her tunic, I was too tired and my hand was too black to finish shading it. So it's not done, and might never get done, but... I tried! Oh yeah, that planet thing in the background is her gypsy charm, by the way. Only BIGGER. And she doesn't always have the Leondrean Seal on her forehead, that's only after she saves Alethia and earns herself a place on the Draconian Council.

Another sad scene, whoopee... sorry it's so long...

As I made my way into the Gypsy’s Bramble, the sun was about to duck below the horizon. I had to pick a path through the thorns and thistles on the outskirts of the camp. Little white puffs exited my mouth when I breathed.
Several gypsy women were gathered around a cooking pot suspended over a fire. They bustled to and fro, shooing the small children out from under their feet. Shuddering as I felt the heat of the campfire, I approached a woman with a violet scarf wrapped around her head. “Pardon me, but have you heard anything about –”
The woman took one look at me – at the streak in my hair - and grabbed my arms. “Good job you’re here, child. Your mother is very ill. She took a fever last week that’s bound to do her in any minute. Run, child, and you still might catch her.” She turned me in the right direction and gave me a shove. “Go on!”
My heart dropped into my boots. My mother was dying, a mother I had never known. I thought of the vision I had seen in my charm, a brown-skinned woman with long, dark hair, her face flushed, eyes closed in restless sleep. My steps quickened until I was nearly running through the camp, dodging fires and gypsies and painted wagons. I knew the tent when I saw it. Breathing heavily, I leaned on my knees for a moment, collected myself, and went in.
The interior of the tent was stuffy and full of people, most of them with their backs to me. I jostled my way through them, pulse barreling along at a terrific pace. Was I about to meet the woman that had raised me for the first two years of my life? Or was I too late?
A gnarled gypsy healer was bent over the woman on the cot, pressing a cloth to her forehead. I could see that the woman’s breathing was slow and labored. Her chest rose in irregular hitches under the brightly colored blanket. A few strands of black hair clung to her sweat-slick face.
“Mother?” It was almost a cry.
The onlookers gasped – realizing, no doubt, who I was. My mother’s eyes fluttered open. They were pale green, like my own. A trembling hand lifted off the blanket and reached for me. “My child. My baby.”
I sank to my knees beside the cot as the healer levered herself upright. “Everyone out!” she squawked, flapping her arms at the crowd. “Give the girl a bit of privacy. Out!”
“Mother.” I took her hand. Her skin was hot to the touch. Behind me, the gypsies were backing out of the tent and muttering to each other in low voices. I barely noticed.
My mother gazed at me, her eyes tracing my face. “I never thought...” she whispered, and a tear soaked into her hair. I swallowed down a sob, feeling the weakness of her pulse in her wrist.
“I had to see you,” I said. “If only once... it’s hardly fair, you know... you knew me, but I couldn’t remember you.”
She smiled through her tears. “You are beautiful, my child. You look so like your father...” Her voice dropped to a murmur. “I am glad I was able to see the lovely young woman you have become.”
A long sigh rattled out of her, and her thin hand went limp in my grasp.
The sob I tried to hold back nearly choked me. I had to let it out, and with it came a storm of tears. I laid my forehead on my mother’s, feeling the burning heat leave her body until she was as cold as the wind outside. The chill crept into the tent, filled the space left by the gypsies, and numbed my heart. I had found my mother at last, and then lost her again. I wept for her, and my tears froze as they fell.

Poor everybody in my story. I am such an evil author. *maniacal cackle*

Commander Kip the Eeeevil
TEEN TITANS! (Larry, it's perfect!... Larry... Larry?...)
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Ezroth

This is my Symbol of Dread for my OYAN novel. His name is Ezroth, he has three eyes, and he lives in a cave. Oh, and he's an ancient fire demon whose mind has eroded over the centuries. He's not particularly sentient now. But he does like to destroy things.

Dreadful, isn't he? Yes, those beautiful black spiky things are supposed to be stalagmites and stalactites, but... you know... I was in study hall when I drew this, and I had a ton of other homework I was supposed to be doing. So I was in a hurry.

Here I was instructed to write a scene in which my heroine goes from the frying pan into the fire. Funfunfun! *danves*

“We can’t leave the map!” Nath insisted. “Pass me the torch!”
I handed it to him, eager to have it out of my hands. The walls of the puzzle room were folding towards each other, the stones grinding together as they boxed us in. My claustrophobia was screaming at me to get out of there. The opening we had found in the wall was getting smaller while the stone blocks around it moved.
“Nath, forget the map,” I said, watching him scuffle around on the floor with the torch. “We don’t need it. The chamber’s on the other side of this wall! Come on, let’s just go!”
He poked the torch into every dark corner as the walls shifted and slid. “I know it’s here somewhere. I swear I dropped it right here… but I don’t see it now…”
Resisting the urge to hyperventilate, I grabbed his arm and hauled him to his feet. “Leave the map,” I repeated, dragging him to the dwindling doorway. “Out you go!” I forced his head through the hole and shoved on his back until the rest of him went through. The aperture was about a foot and a half square and still shrinking. I glanced back to see that the room was the size of a small closet… and was struck with a bolt of terror. I knew what it was like to be locked in a closet. It was as if an old memory that I had avoided thinking about had clawed its way to the surface. Sucking in a frantic breath, I scrambled through the hole and tumbled onto a warm stone floor.
I lay on my side for a moment, willing my pulse to slow. Nath had already gained his feet and was staring at something behind me, his dark eyes full of reflected flames. Once I was sure that my heart wasn’t going to burst out of my throat, I levered myself upright and turned to face the fire demon.
Three narrowed eyes, blacker than black, glared out of a revolving column of fire. The heat smashed me in the face, blistering my cheekbones. I felt my eyes go wide.
Nath’s hand clasped mine. “Ezroth,” he whispered.
I felt behind me with my free hand for the opening to the puzzle room – any closet would be less terrifying than this – but my fingers scrabbled over smooth stone. A quick glance over my shoulder confirmed it. The way was sealed.
Then Ezroth opened his mouth, a black abyss in a swirling inferno, and the roar that poured out filled the cavern all the way to the ceiling and shook the world.

Oh dear. Teehee, I'm so mean to them. Andra's evil father used to lock her in the closet, by the way, in case that one bit made no sense. It's explained earlier in the book.

This song makes Kippy cry. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCQ53pWxDcE&feature=related It's from the end of Return of the King. Waaaah!! *sobs*

Commander Kip

TEEN TITANS! (Actually, I was just going to stand up and get the remote...)

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doodlyness

I won't torture you with the full page most of these came off of, so thank me and look at the pics already. XD

It's Edana! I still can't draw wavy hair, but her face is like WAAAY better this time. An' yurr bee's moi bro. Or my bro's shoulder blades, anyway. He just happened to be sitting there nearly naked, and I was like, "Hold still" and just started drawing him. I got one arm done, and then he moved, so I had to do the rest of him from memory. Snarl.

Here's a clip of a larger piece I was trying to do for Valin Dana. I got almost all the way done, then realized that I hated my rocks. This one's now on hold until I learn rocks. And waterfalls. Woot. Valin Dana's an awesome storyteller, by the way. Like, seriously. She blew my mind with her Tears of Aletha thing.

Ah, I've killed Kartik! *cries* Look at his poor ruined lower half. Up until there, he was going so WELL! *swats self* Gah, don't I know better by now? Kartik is one of those characters that's really difficult to capture. Everyone has this perfect picture of him in their heads, but he just refuses to come out on paper. Gaaaah!

So... I'm just gonna... go finish my OYAN homework now. *flees*

Watched tFotR today with Lady Arin. I loved when I warned her about Bilbo's creepy little moment, and she thought I was warning her about something entirely different... *has a suspiciously fake coughing fit that may or may not be disguised laughter*

Commander Kip

TEEN TITANS! (Help! I can't understand what I'm saying!)

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Auburnium!

Squee, I love him! *tackles* Look, I made his wings all tiny. Compared to the rest of him, anyway. He and Andra are in the Council chamber, waiting for a meeting to start. I love how Auburnium's head is almost as tall as Andra. That cracks me up. XD

Wanna see something AWFUL?!

Nath and I wandered through the maze of statues, gazing about in mounting horror. “Each of these is a Leondrean,” I whispered. “He’s turned them all to stone.”
“Now we know where all the Leondreans have been going when they disappeared,” Nath said, brushing his fingertips along a petrified wing. “It was Fable’s doing all along.” Suddenly, he went still. His eyes widened as if he had seen something terrible.
“What?” I asked, following his gaze until I saw what he was staring at.
A tiny winged statue, its mouth gaping in a terrified howl, cowered against the ground. I dropped to my knees beside it, feeling numb with despair. “Alethia,” I murmured, and traced the contorted face with both hands. “Nath, we’re too late… she’s already…”
I felt his hand on my shoulder, and drew strength from it. “It might be reversible,” he said. “We could take her to the Council and – urgggh –”
His hand stiffened, and I looked up, startled, as he sagged against me. His face was white and drawn. I tried to hold him up, my brain scrambling to grasp what had happened. Then I registered the warm stickiness under my hands, and was unable to hold back the scream.
Someone laughed. I choked down a sob and cast about for the source of the sound. On a ledge high above the floor of the cave was Fable, holding a bow at his side. “Surprise!” he called. His voice echoed in the vaulted space, making my ears ring.
Instinct forced my hands to reach around Nath and feel for the arrow I knew must be there. I flinched as my fingers found it, protruding from the middle of his back. “Nath…”
“I was expecting you sooner, Andra,” Fable continued, nocking a second arrow. “Your caution cost you precious time. I had no trouble completing the immobilizing spell before you arrived.”
He was talking about Alethia, I realized. I had forgotten her. “Change her back!” I shouted, hating the tears that showed him how weak I was. “Change her back now!”
Nath coughed. “Andra –”
“The spell is irreversible,” Fable replied, hooding his eyebrows. “And so is that arrow sticking out of your friend.”

I about DIED while writing this. Thank goodness it never happens in the book!

Commander Kip
TEEN TITANS! ("Everything is bright and glorious again!" "Yeah... can we change it back?")
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Warlock shaded

So, BOTH of the votes I got said, 'shade her', so she has been shaded. XD The wings are still my favorite part. Oh, and her webbed handses. *grins at handses*

Some seriously wacked sketchies coming soooon... and probably another OYAN scene... or three...

Commander Kip who is wickedly busy this week
I've run out of TT quotes at the moment, so... TO THE TOWER!!
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brainstorming doodles from a few weeks ago...

It's Andra and her awesome streaky hair! Phear mah skillz. Yeah, Kelsier's not mine... but he's too cool not to draw...

And technically, I should change the label on this, since it's Castle Erimon now instead of Castle O'Konnor, but it's late and I'm tired and... yeah.

Kelsier (c) uh, the dude who wrote Mistborn, I dunno...

Andra (c) me

Commander Kip

TEEN TITANS! (Whaaaat? Did he say sumthin'?)

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Draith again plus other crud

Here he is again, the infamous Loincloth Dude! Only this time, he has a background. I can't seem to leave this pic alone, lol. And this... thingy... is called Irk, I think. She's a faerie type critter and a Floater Unaffliliated now.

Random doodly runes I scribbled in Biology class a few weeks ago.

This was the front of my bro's birthday card. Self-explanatory, right?

Five-second scribbly Rage drawn on the back of a menu at the dinner theater. Woot.

Aw, it's Jim Hawkins again. Isn't he cute?

Warlock Girl is shaded, so I'll scan and post that the next chance I get. Stay tuned! Also, another OYAN scene should be coming up soon...

Draith Darkling & Irk (c) Me

Rage (c) Glen Murakami

Mortal Instruments (c) Cassandra Claire

Jim Hawkins (c) Disney

Commander Kip

TEEN TITANS! (Hands off, Robin. I saw her first!)

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