messin with the tablet

And I do mean MESSin... just look at the thing. All you die-hard Star Wars people will hopefully recognize these two - Obi-Wan Kenobi and Siri Tachi, Jedi Apprentice timeline. (Ah, Jedi Apprentice! *glomps luvverly bookses*) Anyhoo, they're on this ship that's rigged to blow up when it exits hyperspace, and they think they're all gonna die, and they realize they're in LOOOOVE, daww, and then they DON'T die after all and now they have to decide what to do with themselves. Cuz, you know, attachment is forbidden in the Jedi Order and all that crap. So they get back to the Temple and Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan have a super-manly talk about LOOOOOVE, and Yoda does his little speech, and Obi-Wan is emotionally torn, blablabla, and he and Siri decide to break up. The end.

Only it's a lot sadder in the book. I would quote it, but that part's kinda long and I might get in trouble.

*bursts into tears* Aww, darn it, why couldn't they have just kept it a secret or something?! Anakin and Padme did; Qui-Gon and Tahl did (although that's different, seeing as Tahl died and all)... why couldn't they have done it? It was so sad, they were in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, standing next to a waterfall, and Obi-Wan didn't want to let go of her, and they were crying and I was crying and it was just TERRIBLE. *blows nose rather loudly* That scene's been in my head forever; just got around to drawing it with the tablet, which is a more forgiving medium than pencil and paper. So I did this in under an hour, which means it's the epitome of messy and there's a million zillion mistakes. Siri's anatomy is atrocious (yeah, that's her ear way up there by her eyebrow), and Obi-Wan's arms don't make any sense... but I'm happy cuz I drew something with the tablet FREEHAND and SHADED it and everything. Well... sorta shaded.

Ahem. Anyway. If you actually read through all those gobs of Star Wars lingo, then I shall give you an imaginary cookie. Heck, I'm giving myself an imaginary cookie too.

Nomnomnomnom.

Oh, and by the way... I picture Siri with SHORT hair. Short and blonde. So... deal with it. Have a nice day.

Star Wars (c) George Lucas
Secrets of the Jedi (c) Jude Watson

Commander Kip
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Pippin lineart

Holy mole, that took forevah. And I just now realized that some of the bricks are crooked. AHAHAHAHA to late to fix it naow.

Anyway. This is Pippin from my friend's OYAN novel! He's ten years old and likes big sticks. I heart him. XD He'd BETTER NOT die at the end, or I will be sad. This'll be colored sometime... eventually.

Finally finished Chapter Six!! Gaah, I've never had so much trouble with a chapter before. It was Memory's idea in the first place, the whole dying thing, even though I tried so hard to keep her alive and I kept telling her, "nooo, the mentor ALWAYS dies, it's sooo cliche" but she had her mind made up, so I caved. Then, when I went to actually kill her, she took FOREVER to DIE. Gaah, stupid stupid. Anyway.

Commander Kip
It's a shilling to tie your boat up at the dock... O.o... and I shall need to know your name.
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an extra credit thingy

Yeah. Fun.

He isn’t evil.

I believe this fully. He’s volatile, yes. Unpredictable, troubled, scarred, betrayed, yes. But not evil.

When I found him, he was lying in an alley, bleeding on the cobblestones. He had just suffered a horrendous beating. His dirt-stained tunic was in ribbons, and so was the skin of his back. I looked at him, and saw pain. I saw anger. But mostly, his eyes screamed of betrayal, louder than words. He didn’t trust me, at the beginning. He watched me with those sharp green eyes, watched my every move like a bird watches a cat. He didn’t trust me, but he wasn’t afraid of me either, and there was a spark of something in him that couldn’t be beaten out.
It was a miracle Mirano let me keep him. He didn’t like the looks of the boy, he said. Something off about his face. Sneaky. Sharp. Too clever for his own good. I defended him from Mirano and the other skeptical members of the Council, gave him time to heal, and began teaching him. He was a slow healer, but a very quick learner. He had never been taught to read, write, or do mathematics. We started from the ground and worked our way up. He was like an empty pit that was never filled. I threw knowledge at him, enough to drown any other human or Mast-angel without a Mindgift. He drank everything in and still hungered for more. He caught up with other boys his age, and I watched him grow from a scrawny, beaten boy into a young man who was confident to a fault. During this period of growth, Mirano worried. And sometimes, so did I.

“What?” I asked him one day. “What are you worried about? He’s progressing wonderfully. He’s very quick.”

Mirano sighed through his nose, watching Briar engage in swordplay with a Mast-angel twice his height. “I worry about him because he’s quick. Too quick for my liking.”

The arena behind the Sanctum was hardly ever empty, but today it was only Briar and his opponent on the ground, Mirano and I in the balcony. I kept an eye on my pupil as the dust swirled up around the two of them. “He’ll turn out. You’ll see. He’ll turn out fine.”

“As long as he doesn’t kill us all in our beds first,” Mirano muttered with an uneasy shuffle of his wings.

I arched an eyebrow in his direction. “Beg pardon?”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. There’s a lot of anger locked away inside that boy. Mark me, Memory, it’s there. It manifests itself in small amounts, and you don’t notice or choose not to notice. But he’s bottling everything up within himself. He was betrayed as a child and he’s just waiting for it to happen again. He hasn’t forgiven Mourn for turning on him, beating him. His scars aren’t healing. You know all this, but you don’t acknowledge it. You just put the sword into his hands and hope he doesn’t know what to do with it.”

Put the sword in his hands…

“Don’t tell me what to do, Memory! I know! I know enough to make my own decisions! Don’t try to stop me!”

His face is contorted as he screams at me. I’ve never seen him so angry. “You will not learn killing arts from me, Briar. Drop the sword. Now.”

“No! I’m tired of being defenseless. I need to learn this! If you won’t teach me, I’ll find someone else. But I am going to learn!” His fist clenches on the hilt of the deadly weapon. I think of the scars across his back. “You can’t stop me from learning!”

He is only fourteen years old, but the hatred in his eyes makes him look far older. “Briar. Put the sword down. I forbid you to wield it.”

“You can’t forbid me!” He screams. “You don’t control me! I hate you, I hate you!”

Another memory surfaced as I staggered against the balcony railing.

Briar wraps his arms around me as I stand before my desk, weeping. “Don’t cry. It isn’t real. It isn’t happening.”

I’m watching my sister die again. Images and voices crash together in my head. I can’t feel Briar’s sleeve on my face, drying my tears. I can’t feel anything. There is only my mother’s scream as Kindred’s wings fold and she plummets from the top of the wall
into the roiling sea. The blaze of lightning over the water. The tearing of fabric as my mother and I run through the bramble thicket at the foot of the wall. We leap in, ripped cloaks billowing around us. Salt water, everywhere, in my eyes, in my ears, up my nose. I wrench my eyes open underwater and search the murk for Kindred’s pale hair, her white dress, her gleaming bronze wings. But she isn’t there.

Then the study swims back into focus and I notice Briar hugging me. His little brow is crinkled as he looks up at me, green eyes bright with concern. “Memory? Are you all right?”

“He’s a good boy,” I said, steadying myself on the railing. “I know he is. He’s rough about the edges, perhaps, but there’s good in him.”


When Andra came to me and spoke of Fable, my head told me at once who he was, and what he’d done. But my heart rebelled. I cannot believe this. I will not.

I didn’t tell her that Fable used to be known by another name. I didn’t let myself flinch as she described the face of the man I trained from boyhood, the man who murdered the first friend he ever had. The man who wouldn’t drop his sword and let go of his hurts.

I looked Andra in the eyes and lied.

“Fable? I don’t know this Fable. You’d best do as Mirano says and start with him, if he’s acting so suspicious.”

“He tried to kill Flavius! He burned the library to ash! If that’s not suspicious, I’m sure I don’t know what is.”

I knew only what Briar told me about Mourn, and I’d seen him just once, at his Council trial, but I saw him in her, the clenching of her fists, the posture, the sparks flying from her green eyes, the black in her hair.

I didn’t tell her that. I also didn’t tell her Fable killed her father in cold blood thirteen years ago. She hates it when I don’t tell her things, but in this case I thought it the best way. If she found out Fable’s past, I couldn’t be sure what she would do.

In that sense she reminded me of my poor old apprentice. Scarred and unpredictable, with a bit of betrayal thrown in. A loose end. But still a good person, inside where it matters.

I didn’t tell her that, either.


Yay for extra credit. We were supposed to write a short biography thing on our villain from the viewpoint of someone who sees him as a real human being with real human feelings. How did I do?

Commander Kip
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bag, and stuffs

Awright, so here's the OSM DRAWSTRANG BAGGIE OF OSMNESS. Phear mah skillz. By the way, that project took for flippin' EVAR. Gaah. The Seal of DEATH and DOOM and DESTRUCTION and DEFENESTRATION, in that order. Requested by a fellow OYANer for some secret purpose unknown to the interwebz. In other words, she told me, but I'm supposeta keep it a seeeeecret.

TAM! *flying tackle* Dude, I love this guy. His real name is Tam McKarthy, but I drafted him into the Takacs Project to be the scary floaty vampire that chases Fletcher around and eventually bites his head off. Normally, he's your typical scarred, broody modern-day vampire assassin. On-project, we call him Nox. Oh, the other day, it was so funny, he got sick of running after Fletcher and decided it would be more awesome to FLOAT after him, so he got himself a pair of hoverboots and chased him that way for a while... until they got to the part where Nox pushes Fletcher in the river and they go over the waterfall, and then he realized that the water would short his boots out, so he had to kick 'em off before he dove in, and it cost me a fat ugly hesitation between two sections. Yeah. *smites*

And look, I actually DID draw all four of the Agents! Wut naow, ppls! See if you can guess who is who. And check it out, Timo actually looks like Timo. And Derek's coveralls are all wrinkly. And yes, his hair actually does that. XD

So this happened when I was trying to draw something else entirely, muaa. It's Loor from the Pendragon series, wearing her cowboy getup from Reality Bug. At least, that's the idea. Can you tell I was making things up as I went along and certainly NOT getting the book out for reference? Yeah. I think she had a hat in that scene, but after about ten tries, I erased it and gave up. Sorry for the belly, everyone... but I'm pretty sure Loor wears less than that on a regular basis. She comes from a desert planet and all that.

ALMOST DONE WITH PIPPIN!!! Just have to go over the whole lineart with a really skinny line in and around the knotwork, then he'll be CLEAN and I can start painting him. Yay!

Also, I'm finishing up Chapter Six of the STILL unnamed OYAN novel, in which Memory... dies. *epic wail* NOOOOOOOOOO!!! I tried SO HARD to keep her alive, and she still decided to up and die on me! Gaah!

Commander Kip

I's in ur basement, shootan fireballz BAMBAMBAM

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Eigon person COLORED W/ DA TABLET

Yeah, just chucking this out here really quick, since I realized that I hadn't posted it yet. LOVE. MAH. TABLET. *dies*

My poor Portals people are all feeling kind of neglected now, since I haven't so much as sneezed at them in the last six months. *pats them all* I'm drawing the Eigon queen-lady-thing right now, something I started in November and ignored for a while. It turns out her name is Broga, which means 'frog' in Welsh, but she let me think she didn't have a name for the longest time. Anyway, there's so much stuff clambering to be drawn right now; Peter and Wendy in their League stuff, Mitzi, Alonzo, Kartik again, mah four lovelies from Savvy, Obi-wan and Siri (that's been in my head for a while), some W.I.T.C.H. stuff, Andra needs a better portrait, unfinished Raven doodles, unfinished Kelsier drawing, oh yeah, more Mistborn fanart, a real pic of the Black Ribbons people, aaaand I really need to learn how to draw people kissing. Because it eludes me. Gaah.

Commander Kip
Hook! Whose eyes turn red... as he GUTS you.
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the faerie path

Follow da linkie for the rest of the doors! Or most of the rest of the doors, anyway.

http://commanderkip.deviantart.com/gallery/#faerie-doors

So, I had the weirdest story idea the other day, for a supernatural romance/murder mystery. WHAT THE HEY?! I don't even READ that kind of thing. Anyway, it's an awesome idea and it has dead people in it and a girl named Dreadful Racket Smittering, but I can't do anything with it right now because I'm writing mah OYAN novel, and Portals is next up, and I don't know WHEN IN THE WORLD I'm going to get to it. Gaah. Why can't I write faster?!

Commander Kip
I weren't droppin' no eaves, sir!
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back to the doodle phase

Kay, you guys ready for this random pile of stuffs?

Pippin is being a brat to clean up, so while I'm working on him, here's some other doodly goodnez. Look at this, it's the first-ever drawing of Timo from Savvy! And it fails at life. XD But I don't care, because it was just a quick tablet sketch for the clothes. It doesn't actually have to LOOK like him. This is a floater named Claws. He just hopped out of my pencil during Advanced Biology a few weeks ago and scared the study hall people half to death.

Yes, Spanish workbook bores uss.

I actually have been working on this for a while now. Mortal Instruments FTW, dood. I hate most of it, but I'm so tired of fiddling with it that I'm calling it done. Top to bottom, left to right: Jace, Magnus's eye, the Mortal Sword, Magnus Bane (I killed his hair, blast it), an angel wing random thingy-thing, some shirtless Shadowhunter person who is smiling WAY too much to be Alec, Clary (botched her bad) and poor Simon's broken glasses. Awesome books, yo.

I was supposed to go to this LotR movie night on Saturday, but Reedfrost and Dan kidnapped me and dragged me to see Avatar instead. And by the way, it was pretty flippin' sweet, despite the scantily clad natives that Amzi was freaking out about. XD *glomps Amzi* It wasn't THAT bad. Plus, everything GLOWED in the DARK and the sheer amount of WORK that must have gone into all that graphics stuff was completely mind-boggling.

Wendy in her pirate-flag dress from Peter Pan in Scarlet. I want to do a fancy pic of her and Peter in his frock coat one of these days. Ignore the head on the middle right, by the way... I was trying out a different style of face and ended up hating it. Yeah. Drawn all in PEN, dude!

River Tam, from the movie Firefly: Serenity. She's a crazy ninja person. No, literally. XD

Lirael from Garth Nix's Old Kingdom trilogy. Necromancy rawks when he writes about it. The magic system with the bells and Charter marks is awesome.

Oh, lookit, it's our old buddy Frodo, from the cover of the FotR dvd. I wasn't trying very hard; can you tell?

I was trying a new style on this and it ballooned out over the whole page and turned into Hermione Granger from HP. Which is weird, because I've never drawn HP fanart before in my life. O.o

Okay, that's it for now. Since I'm lazy and busy, I'll put up links to my DevART account in an upcoming post so you guys can go see the rest of the faerie doors. Sorry for the inconveniance.

Chapter Five this week! I love the end of Chapter Four, cuz it has a fight scene in it, and blood, and awesomeness, and jumping out of thirty-foot-high windows. WoOt!

Commander Kip

Crap. This is going to RUIN my day.

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