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!)

Normal is overrated!

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!)
Normal is overrated!

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?...)
Normal is overrated!

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...)

Normal is overrated!

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!)

Normal is overrated!

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?")
Normal is overrated!

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!!
Normal is overrated!

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'?)

Normal is overrated!

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!)

Normal is overrated!

prettycolors

Yes, I colored this. And added some fiyaar. The second disk of Season Two came in the mail today! *danves* Kipin is therefore in a very good mood. I expect there shall be some Terra fanart soon, since the last half of Season Two is her entire story arc, thank you very much. Even though it kills me to watch... she does make a lovely villainess. Muaa.

I used my camera to take a video of me playing mah new song, Solar Winds. It's chuck full of mistakes, but if you still wanna hear it, drop me a comment and I'll email it to you. If you want.

Commander Kip who is loving OYAN
TEEN TITANS! (Frightening. Truly... frightening.)
Normal is overrated!

more OYAN snippets

Lookit, two posts in one day! *haz partay*



We were supposed to write a scene that captured the story goal in a single, photographable act. Here's the photograph:

It's Andra holding Alethia, by the way. *glomps Alethia*

And here's the scene (it won't happen this way in the book):

The feathers of Alethia’s wings tickled my cheek as we waited outside the Sanctum. The little winged lion was asleep in my arms, purring with every intake of breath. I was excited and nervous, but did my best to keep from fidgeting in case I woke her. Nath, Kader, Arkady and Flavius stood beside me, waiting.
The towering doors began to swing open with a whisper of well-constructed hinges. My pulse barreled along at a furious tempo. A beam of white light shone from within the Sanctum. I glanced over at Nath to find him grinning at me.
We didn’t move until the doors were open as wide as they would go. Something told us we should wait, so once the massive carved slabs of wood stopped moving, I stepped into the Sanctum, holding Alethia. My friends followed.
Inside, a stately row of columns marched away down a long, vaulted hall. Somewhat faintly, I could hear a babble of voices raised in debate. The light grew brighter as we walked, until I was squinting through my eyelashes. I remembered the brightness from my last visit to the Sanctum. Blinking to get my eyes to adjust, I noticed that Alethia was stirring in my arms, her whiskers twitching as she sniffed the air. I ruffled her ears, swallowing against the nervous knot that was building in my throat.
The sound of voices grew louder until the hall ended and we entered a cavernous space, ringed with dragons and other winged creatures. I saw my friend Auburnium deep in conversation with another dragon, his sorrel scales gleaming in the light of the great chandelier suspended from the ceiling. As we came into the chamber, every creature fell silent, watching. I felt several dozen pairs of eyes glued to the cub I held. Doing my best to stay calm, I took several deep breaths.
Across the circle from Auburnium was the hawk, Kraelie. She was dwarfed by an enormous blue dragon on one side and a Mast-angel on the other. One corner of her beak turned upward in an impish grin. I smiled back and proceeded to the far side of the chamber, where Mirano and Keliar were waiting for me.
Keliar took one look at Alethia, whole and healthy in my arms, and threw her head back in a roar of triumph. Taking up the cry, the dragons tilted their heads towards the high ceiling and roared with her, blowing great jets of flame into the air. The Mast-angels broke into song, weaving their voices over and around and through the assembly.
Fully awake, Alethia gazed about her, taking in everything with wide yellow eyes. Mirano descended from the dais, padding towards us with a measured stride. I watched the muscles ripple under his fur as he moved, marveling at the liquid grace of him. The baubles threaded in his mane and wings glittered like points of sunlight.
“Alethia,” he said, and his voice was pitched so deep that I heard it in my bones. The Council’s jubilations faded into silence. “Come here, daughter.”
I knelt and placed the winged cub on the ground. She turned, gave my hand a lick with her sandpapery tongue, and frisked over to her father. As they touched noses, a tear slid down Mirano’s muzzle and splashed Alethia’s forehead.
“Dad, you’re crying on me,” she said, and scrubbed away the moisture with a paw.
Behind me, Kader laughed. “Good one, kid!”
His laughter was contagious, as always, and an undignified snort escaped through my nose before I let myself laugh properly, nerves long gone. Various sounds of mirth erupted from my friends as well. I laughed loud and long, thankful that Hollie wasn’t there so that I didn’t have to worry about scandalizing her.
The corners of his eyes crinkling, Mirano smiled at us. “Andra, Nath, Arkady, Kader, and Flavius: I will never be able to express the depths of my gratitude.” We stopped laughing and tried to look professional. I know I failed, because I could feel the huge grin that was splitting my face.
“Alethia owes her life to you five,” Mirano continued as his mate bounded down the steps and swept up her daughter in a fierce embrace. He glanced over at them and added, “We are in your debt.”
I had no idea what to say. There were about forty dragons, birds, and Mast-angels staring at me and my friends, and my jitters were returning fast. Thankfully, Nath saved me from having to reply. He stepped forward, laid a hand on my shoulder and said, “We would never have gone out to look for her if Andra hadn’t made us. She’s just too modest to take all the credit.”
Mirano’s laugh rumbled low in his chest, and I wondered whether Nath had actually winked at me, or if I had imagined it.

Likey, no likey? Ha, doesn't matter, because this scene won't actually be in the book. It's just practice. XD

Got a random flash of inspiration for Savvy the other night and am working feverishly on Part Five once again! Woot!

Commander Kip

TEEN TITANS! (A bit of advice: find shorter magic words...)

Normal is overrated!

watercolor funtime

So I was procrastinating this morning and remembered that I had unearthed a set of watercolors in the art cabinet downstairs. This happened. I thinks I will call it "Blustery". Don't ask me who the purple-haired dude is, cuz I haz no idear. I was practicing using water to affect color density. Hence all those foggy half-visible trees in the background.

I am determined to learn watercolors! I WILL NOT BE STOPPED!! MUAAAHAHAAAAAA!!!

Remember to vote on the poll!

Commander Kip
TEEN TITANS! (Hak-joon Kang, Hak-joon Kang, Hak-joon Kang!)
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quickly now

If you be so inclined (to make Kipin happeh, that is), hop on down to the bottom of this page and vote on the POLL down thah.

Thankies.

- Kip

Writing bits

A snip of a scene I was writing for OYAN class. I didn't end up actually using this though, so you can see it.

Sunlight hit my eyelids.
With an early-morning groan, I threw my arm over my face and tried to go back to sleep. “Hollie, please close the curtains,” I mumbled, my voice slurring into an abnormally low octave.
The cot at the foot of my bed creaked as Hollie, my handmaiden, rolled over on it. “You are awake, Lady Andra.”
“Unfortunately,” I muttered into the crook of my arm.
“You do realize that today is your sister’s birthday, my Lady?”
“Which one?”
Hollie’s cot squeaked again, then her feet pattered around the bed until she was standing somewhere close to my head. “Little Kristani is turning seven today. I would get up if I were you.” Her brisk hands flipped my bedspread back. “Up, up, and salute the sun!”
I sat up, using both fists to rub my eyes. The sunlight streaming in through the open window struck me full in the face. “Ouch, okay, I’m awake! What time is it?”
“Time to get up,” Hollie said, bustling over to my wardrobe. She plunged her arms into it and withdrew a rather hideous green dress. “This ought to do nicely for the celebration, I think.”
Oh no. Not a dress. I made a face, slid out of bed and plunged my head into the washbasin on the nightstand. The cold water slapped me fully awake. I emerged, spluttering, and groped for a cloth. “Please, Hollie, no dresses! Today should be a happy day. Me wearing a dress would not be happy.”
Hollie glanced at me, a look of faint displeasure written on her face, before returning the hateful thing to the wardrobe and selecting an embroidered tunic instead. “Is this acceptable, my Lady?”
Just as she finished speaking, the door to my chamber flew open, banging against the wall. My good friend Arkady filled the doorway with his muscled bulk, looking disconcerted. “Andra, you’ve got to get down to the courtyard, there’s been a – Oh, you’re not dressed –” His face turned quite red.
I snagged the tunic out of Hollie’s hands on my way out the door. “Never mind, what’s happening?”
Arkady followed me, quickly outpacing me with his longer legs. “Flavius’s fallen off his bicorn again, and we think he might have broken something. Nath sent me to find you and ran off to fetch the healer.”
I quickened my steps, thinking that Flavius was always falling off of things. “Well, knowing the healer, he could be five miles off in the forest somewhere, collecting herbs or what have you. We’d better hurry.”

That's not all of it, but while I was writing the next part, I changed my mind about how I wanted to arrange the thing and left in unfinished. So you only get to see this part.

OYAN IS EPICNESS!!

Commander Kip
TEEN TITANS! (You're a weird little dude, you know that?)
Normal is overrated!

warlock girl

...Yeah. When Magnus mentioned female warlocks in... which book was it... City of Ashes, I believe, it made me think about how we never get to meet one in the series. So I made one up. Yes, yes, I know she's creepy and weird, but hey, Magnus is creepy and weird too. It's probably a warlock thing. Anyway, I named her Bex Moonrider and she haz powerz. Muaa. I like her nose and her wings, but her legs are too short and her arms are too long, methinks. And she has tiny feet, like everyone else I draw. But I am fairly happy with her cloak. I made it look all frayed around the edges.

Those Marks don't mean anything, by the way... they're just there to fill empty space.

Oooh, I finished City of Glass, and the ending was like totally awesome. There was fire and... lots of fire. Yes. I'm telling you, Gylfie, they do get better. Plus the quotes are epic.

Jace: I am a man, and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown.

Jace Wayland, Magnus Bane and everything else from the Mortal Instruments trilogy (c) Cassandra Claire
Bex in particular (c) me. Cuz I thought of her. XD

Commander Kip
TEEN TITANS! ("Shut up." "NEVAH!")
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Treasure Planet stuff

Just throwing this stuff out here really quick.

I'm totally obsessed with the Disney movie Treasure Planet right now, so bear with me while I do pointless fanart of it.

This was scribbled down without a reference on the back of a novel writing assignment, so the sails are upside down. Ah well.
Jim Hawkins riding his solar-thingy. That part is such the coolest. Drew this from a screenshot, because Jim is so hard to draw, I'll never be able to get him right without a reference. XD

Go listen to the soundtrack! The Launch, To the Spaceport, 12 Years Later and Silver Leaves are all really good ones. I'm Still Here and Silver Comforts Jim are awesome too. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MRg-fHEDS1M&feature=channel Have fun!

Commander Kip

TEEN TITANS! (You're gonna get in TROUBLE, you're gonna get in TROUBLE...)

Normal is overrated!

Memory colored

Be proud! I posted something finished! *gawsp* Miracle, isn't it?

I looooove her wing. You can't tell in the pic, but I used a bunch of metallic silver in there and it's really shiiiiny.

And look, I was able to draw Thaelen without totally destroying him! Two miracles in one day!

Better? Oh yes. Waaay better. *pets him*

Off to do something productive now!

Commander Kip

TEEN TITANS! (You broke Mother's cookies...)

Normal is overrated!

da happy raggant

I drawled him on mah Spanish quizzzz. Ain't he precious? Kipin doesn't know how to draw rhinocerouses. Rhinocerii. Rhinocerices. What-evah.

Anyway, Mom read The 100 Cupboards to us aloud a while ago, and now we're doing Dandelion Fire. Excellent series; slightly creepy, but with plenty of comic relief. Recommended by ze luvvery Amzi. *glomps Amzi* Go read them! H'IMMEJATTLEY!!

Happy Late Labor Day and sorry Kipin can't talk in hte midddle fo teh nihgte.... zzzzz

Let's pretend I did my whole siggy thing, only not. Kay? *yawns*

Oh yeah, the raggant (c) wotsisface. I'll look it up later...

Marks and wings

Got wings?

I already had the big purple ones and the monarch ones, but the blue ones and the green dragon ones are new. The blue ones, I got at the KC Irish Fest where I volunteered on Friday, and the green ones are from RenFest today. I saw them on some lady while we were walking and fell in instant luv.

Here's a pic of my whole collection: Here's me wearing the green ones (and my earses) from the side:

And from the back:

Aren't they adorable?! They are. And sparkly to boot.

Here's the imitation-Marks I drew all over my brother. It's in blue highlighter because that's what I happened to have in my hand at the time. See, this is what he gets if he sits down at my computer shirtless. I start drawing on him. Fun stuff. Even though I had not the foggiest idea of what I was doing. Biology homework does strange things to my brain.

Everybody go read the Mortal Instruments trilogy! It has action and romance and demon blood and really really hot guys. Far hotter than even the book version of Edward Cullen. No offence to Edward, of course. But Jace is just singularily hot.

Commander Kip

TEEN TITANS! (Spiderman, spiderman, does whatever a spider can. Spins a web, dun-nuh-nun, somethin' somethin', hmm-mm-mm... LOOK OUT IT'S SPIDERMAN!!)
Normal is overrated!

Sydney and Arno plus doodle overload

First the real art, then the doodles.

Finally got this to load! Woot! Sidney and his friend Arno (the giant eagle) from my friend's pirate story. We have this joke about Sydney now, cuz after I drew this pic and colored him in, we thought he looked like a cross between Frodo and Faramir from LotR. So now we call him Fromir. *snort cough sporfle* I drew this all by hand, then cleaned up the whiteness in PDN. I heart Arno. He talks funny.

You know what's funny? That same friend is in my OYAN class at school. This is our class mascot: the dreaded Seal of Death. Phear his scary teeth! BWAHAHAA! I have no clue if that's what seals actually look like or what, but it makes me laugh all the same.

Now, down to the story stuff. This is an early concept doodle of Mirano, High Leader of the Draconian Council, complete with trinkets and a rather intrusive geometry diagram.

Beautiful, isn't he. Smirk smirk.

And here we have his daughter, Alethia, future HLotDC. She's the one who gets kidnapped in the story, which means that Andra and the squires have to figure out where she went and how to save her.

Oh yeah, she's devastatingly cute. Rrrrright?

Speaking of Alethia being kidnapped, here's a pic of the one doing the kidnapping. Fable the mysterious magician. He ended up being rather more sinister than I originally thought.

This was so much fun to draw. His eyes, most especially.

And here is mah puppeh. He r confuzd.

He actually does that. It's pretty funny.

But not as funny as this.

BARREL ROLL!

Random signs and symbols and stuff. Some of them are miiiine, some of them are designed my me but were inspired by the Mortal Instruments trilogy. The whole concept of Marks is exceedingly cool.

Twenty points if you can guess which are mine and which are Marks!

I got a haircut, by the way. It feels... short. And swishy.

But I kind of like it. Even though I miss all my hair. It turns out that I had more than ten inches, so we donated to Locks of Love and I got a free haircut. XD

So there was this pic that I won't post all of here cuz it's slighty inappropriate, but I can tell you that Raven's new emotion is doing something that makes Robin go like this:

... and Raven go like this:

... and Kipin die laughing. Poor Raven. I am ever so mean to her. But it is awfully funny to watch.

Chibi Titans make me happeh.

I had another doodle, but I just accidetally deleted it, so you can see it next time.

Commander Kip

TEEN TITANS! (FINE. I'll leave Sexy Boy alone. For now.)

Normal is overrated!

Epic Brain Fart II in COLOR

'Ello thah. Bet you thought I'd given up on this nightmare, didn'tcha?

Well, I didn't. Surprise! I think it was actually easier to look at in monochrome, but ah well. I had fun coloring it. I love how Drexel came out, and the Fae (her name is Iridescence, by the way). *tackles her* I want her wings. At first, Morwyn's robe was yellow and the collar was green, and she totally looked like a dandelion. Oops. So I tried to fix it. And she still looks like a dandelion, cuz of her awesome kick-booty hair, which was so much fun to draw. I think I'll put that in her bio: "A really old lady with crazy white hair who looks like a dandelion." Yeah.

Who else loves how the Portal came out?! *dies happily* And I guess that was Tenebrae's eye, since his eyebrow is blue.

I've been doodling way more than usual lately because my writing class hath given me inspiration. Yay! Plus I'm reading the Mortal Instruments trilogy and loving it enough to draw all over my brother's back in blue highlighter when bored. Pictures of all that epicness coming soon.

Commander Kip who has a bunch of pics that are ALMOST done and ready to post... but not quite.
TEEN TITANS! (Even though the girl doesn't know how to cook... whoops, did I say that out loud? YUM!)
Normal is overrated!

more doodles

*dramatic swirl of cape* The Commander is back! More doodly fun.

Tamber's hair came out rather horrid in that other pic I drew of her, so here it is all fixed (or mostly fixed, anyway.)Really short in the back and pretty long in the front. Like mine, but more so.

You might recognize this one.

Yeah, he was in another post, but you could barely see him, so I cut him out and cleaned him up a bit. I heart my Tenebrae. So. Flippin'. CUUUUUTE. Can you handle the cuteness?!

Ha-ha-ha. I love how you're asking me what the deuce this thing is, and I have no idea. I drew this perfectly lovely wolf head and then proceeded to ruin it by attaching a body. Gaak.

Plus the small person started scribbling random Greek helmet thingys around her. *smites small person*

It's Kaa! I love Kaa.

Let-me-show-you-how-it-works... *hypnotizes* Muahahaa!

Ooh, scary pervy super villain oh noes! Poor Raven. Suffice to say that Raven's birthday was not a good day for her. First Slade comes back from the dead, then Raven gets all these weird red markings all over her, then Slade practically rips her clothes off (most of them, anyway), and then she falls off a building... poor kid.

But it all turns out okay cuz Robin catches her at the end!! *loud obnoxious fangirl squeeing* D'aaaaw! Ahem-hem. Anyway, I was watching the episode 'Birthmark' and drew this from a screenshot. Slade is such a pervy super-villain. Seriously, everthing he says can be interpreted as inappropriate. I laugh my head off every time he talks.

I promise I'll post some real art next time!

Commander Kip

TEEN TITANS! (You want to know about THIS?! *pokes self in forehead*)

Normal is overrated!