Christmas dump!
Well, hey there. Been a while. I haven't had time to do much of anything, but here's some stuff:
All they need are the outfits, and then Ichigo and Rukia could be cow-boys and -girls! That's awesome.
Photobucket resized this one really ugly. He doesn't have a name yet, but he is the man. Bubblegum is very masculine.
A very curvy girl. I have no idea what she's doing, just that it's active/curvy. Oh my.
The third nameless person. His upper arm is a bit skinny, but hey. He's funny.
Why is curly hair so hard to draw?!
And now for the wordy things:
I. D.Gray-Man
a. Rabi, Kanda, Allen, Linali: general
b. RhodexAllen: crack
Oh my, what goes on behind the scenes!
Chastity, Or Lack Thereof
“I don’t think I can stand this. I mean, copulating…?”
Rabi stared at the screen, scrutinizing. “I don’t know. It may be plausible.”
Kanda crossed his arms with stiff grace. “Whatever it is, it’s disgusting.”
Rabi proceeded to roll his eyes.
Allen peeked through the fingers splayed across his face. “What are they doing?”
“It’s called blow, Allen,” Rabi waved a condescending finger. “Really, do we need to teach you everything?”
“It’s gross,” Allen explained.
“It’s nature,” Rabi pressed.
“Nature is gross.” Allen hid his eyes once more when the ‘copulation’ got a bit too… involved.
“Guys?” Linali paused at the doorway. “What are you watching?”
Kanda slammed the screen off with his fist as Rabi smiled cheekily and Allen moaned, “Oh god blind me now.”
They would be terrible parents, but that's okay. We can still speculate.
Life Of Domesticity
“No.”
“Do it.”
“I can’t…!”
“Here.”
“But it’s-”
“It’s what?” She took this moment of caution as an advantage to shove the funny little creature in his arms.
Several seconds passed. She busied herself with something nearby, leaving him to fend for himself against the thing.
“…This is my son.” He said, more to himself than anyone else.
“Mmm.” She broke a glass in the sink. “Are you surprised?”
“What?”
“That he looks normal.” After a pause, she explained it herself. “It seems like something you’d be worried about.”
His face convulsed for only a split second: he had been learning to keep a handle of his facial expressions. However, it was too late. The look confirmed her almost fool-proof suspicions. The baby stared back at him with a squirk in is eye and a wisp of red hair. It giggled, looking for all the world to be Rabi as an infant.
“I didn’t…” Allen faltered, then started over. “We’re not normal ourselves, you know.”
“So you assume he’d be a monster? How cute.”
“No… Just, it’s normal.”
“Oh, I didn’t say he was normal.” She gives him a jack-o-lantern grin, then gets up to leave. “I’m going to take a shower. Watch he doesn’t eat your arms, dear.”
He made to deposit the child back to its mother, but she was already gone.
“Hungry!”
“You can speak already?”
“Eat!”
“…Let’s call Uncle Kanda.”
Avatar: The Last Airbender: one Zutara
Avatar is my new obsession, even if I haven't seen the entire show yet. Zuko and Katara really need to make out some day. Total unresolved sexual tension, right there.
Prelude To Cello Suite #1
“Listen to this,” he had said, his age revealing itself in his ever-patient voice.
Zuko confirmed his attention with a nod of his head, though his mind favored focusing on the orange glowing embers in front of him, with blue eyes haunting the back of his mind.
“They say this piece was written in another world,” Iroh said mysteriously and pulled out a string instrument. It was a beautiful thing, really, made in the Earth kingdom with polished wood and elegant curves (“Like a woman,” Iroh had explained when picking it out). He placed it on his lap, adjusting it just so before giving his nephew his most winning smile. “Prelude To Cello Suite, Number One. Composed by Bach.”
“‘Bach’ doesn’t sound like a name from around here,” Zuko said sullenly. “And what is a ‘chell-oh’?”
A rumbling chuckle met his question, along with a “Other worlds are curious things, Zuko” and then he began.
Zuko could never deny his uncle’s musical talent, because although he did not particularly enjoy music of any denomination, he still admired the Iroh’s naturally agile fingers as they tripped gracefully over the strings. Pleasant vibrations echoed out of the carved holes at each pluck and still of the chords and expert digits.
The embers in the fire pit, previously a roaring fire of dancing color and light, continued to grow darker and colder, and Zuko wondered how much of himself was dying with it. The eyes found their way back into his head again, this time accompanied by several other pairs of varying shapes and colors. Not much, Zuko decided. Not much of him was dying along with his song, these embers.
With the coals faded away the last of the notes, those symbolic sounds, and the present returned to him once more.
Iroh, obviously proud of his accomplishment and oblivious to his companion’s melancholy, settled back in his cushions with grandeur. “Definitely not of this world, eh, Zuko? Tell me, what did it sound like to you?”
The answer, for once not sarcastic, irritable, or frustratedly serious, was on the tip of Zuko’s tongue when the tent door was flipped over, revealing the blue-eyed water girl and her legendary charge.
“You guys ready to leave?”
Zuko rose wordlessly and grabbed the bag that contained what little he had, pausing to stuff small trinkets and other things in the side pockets while the others spoke.
“You missed my performance,” Iroh was saying smilingly. “It was a piece from another world. It was very inspirational, right Zuko?”
Aang did not contain his enthusiasm. “Another world? The spirit world?”
Zuko followed Katara out of the tent, leaving his uncle to deal with the Avatar. “Yes, very inspirational.”
“Sounded like a new beginning.”
Christmas '06 was okay, I guess. I got the awesomest Bose headphones that sound like a symphony in my ears, so that's pretty good. I must pimp my iPod to the greatest possible extent (which is the point when it cannot contain its hoes)
...P.S.
Colored filters for cameras are the greatest gift to the world.
All they need are the outfits, and then Ichigo and Rukia could be cow-boys and -girls! That's awesome.
Photobucket resized this one really ugly. He doesn't have a name yet, but he is the man. Bubblegum is very masculine.
A very curvy girl. I have no idea what she's doing, just that it's active/curvy. Oh my.
The third nameless person. His upper arm is a bit skinny, but hey. He's funny.
Why is curly hair so hard to draw?!
And now for the wordy things:
I. D.Gray-Man
a. Rabi, Kanda, Allen, Linali: general
b. RhodexAllen: crack
Oh my, what goes on behind the scenes!
Chastity, Or Lack Thereof
“I don’t think I can stand this. I mean, copulating…?”
Rabi stared at the screen, scrutinizing. “I don’t know. It may be plausible.”
Kanda crossed his arms with stiff grace. “Whatever it is, it’s disgusting.”
Rabi proceeded to roll his eyes.
Allen peeked through the fingers splayed across his face. “What are they doing?”
“It’s called blow, Allen,” Rabi waved a condescending finger. “Really, do we need to teach you everything?”
“It’s gross,” Allen explained.
“It’s nature,” Rabi pressed.
“Nature is gross.” Allen hid his eyes once more when the ‘copulation’ got a bit too… involved.
“Guys?” Linali paused at the doorway. “What are you watching?”
Kanda slammed the screen off with his fist as Rabi smiled cheekily and Allen moaned, “Oh god blind me now.”
They would be terrible parents, but that's okay. We can still speculate.
Life Of Domesticity
“No.”
“Do it.”
“I can’t…!”
“Here.”
“But it’s-”
“It’s what?” She took this moment of caution as an advantage to shove the funny little creature in his arms.
Several seconds passed. She busied herself with something nearby, leaving him to fend for himself against the thing.
“…This is my son.” He said, more to himself than anyone else.
“Mmm.” She broke a glass in the sink. “Are you surprised?”
“What?”
“That he looks normal.” After a pause, she explained it herself. “It seems like something you’d be worried about.”
His face convulsed for only a split second: he had been learning to keep a handle of his facial expressions. However, it was too late. The look confirmed her almost fool-proof suspicions. The baby stared back at him with a squirk in is eye and a wisp of red hair. It giggled, looking for all the world to be Rabi as an infant.
“I didn’t…” Allen faltered, then started over. “We’re not normal ourselves, you know.”
“So you assume he’d be a monster? How cute.”
“No… Just, it’s normal.”
“Oh, I didn’t say he was normal.” She gives him a jack-o-lantern grin, then gets up to leave. “I’m going to take a shower. Watch he doesn’t eat your arms, dear.”
He made to deposit the child back to its mother, but she was already gone.
“Hungry!”
“You can speak already?”
“Eat!”
“…Let’s call Uncle Kanda.”
Avatar: The Last Airbender: one Zutara
Avatar is my new obsession, even if I haven't seen the entire show yet. Zuko and Katara really need to make out some day. Total unresolved sexual tension, right there.
Prelude To Cello Suite #1
“Listen to this,” he had said, his age revealing itself in his ever-patient voice.
Zuko confirmed his attention with a nod of his head, though his mind favored focusing on the orange glowing embers in front of him, with blue eyes haunting the back of his mind.
“They say this piece was written in another world,” Iroh said mysteriously and pulled out a string instrument. It was a beautiful thing, really, made in the Earth kingdom with polished wood and elegant curves (“Like a woman,” Iroh had explained when picking it out). He placed it on his lap, adjusting it just so before giving his nephew his most winning smile. “Prelude To Cello Suite, Number One. Composed by Bach.”
“‘Bach’ doesn’t sound like a name from around here,” Zuko said sullenly. “And what is a ‘chell-oh’?”
A rumbling chuckle met his question, along with a “Other worlds are curious things, Zuko” and then he began.
Zuko could never deny his uncle’s musical talent, because although he did not particularly enjoy music of any denomination, he still admired the Iroh’s naturally agile fingers as they tripped gracefully over the strings. Pleasant vibrations echoed out of the carved holes at each pluck and still of the chords and expert digits.
The embers in the fire pit, previously a roaring fire of dancing color and light, continued to grow darker and colder, and Zuko wondered how much of himself was dying with it. The eyes found their way back into his head again, this time accompanied by several other pairs of varying shapes and colors. Not much, Zuko decided. Not much of him was dying along with his song, these embers.
With the coals faded away the last of the notes, those symbolic sounds, and the present returned to him once more.
Iroh, obviously proud of his accomplishment and oblivious to his companion’s melancholy, settled back in his cushions with grandeur. “Definitely not of this world, eh, Zuko? Tell me, what did it sound like to you?”
The answer, for once not sarcastic, irritable, or frustratedly serious, was on the tip of Zuko’s tongue when the tent door was flipped over, revealing the blue-eyed water girl and her legendary charge.
“You guys ready to leave?”
Zuko rose wordlessly and grabbed the bag that contained what little he had, pausing to stuff small trinkets and other things in the side pockets while the others spoke.
“You missed my performance,” Iroh was saying smilingly. “It was a piece from another world. It was very inspirational, right Zuko?”
Aang did not contain his enthusiasm. “Another world? The spirit world?”
Zuko followed Katara out of the tent, leaving his uncle to deal with the Avatar. “Yes, very inspirational.”
“Sounded like a new beginning.”
Christmas '06 was okay, I guess. I got the awesomest Bose headphones that sound like a symphony in my ears, so that's pretty good. I must pimp my iPod to the greatest possible extent (which is the point when it cannot contain its hoes)
...P.S.
Colored filters for cameras are the greatest gift to the world.