Yeah. I guess I like it =/
I finally tried it! http://still-waiting416.deviantart.com/art/Corel-Painter-Try-2-100484699 I was too lazy to do the clothes >w< I DID NOT DO THE LINEART MYSELF. LINEART BELONGS TO: http://strawberrycake.deviantart.com/
I think I put this in the right section... Okay, so I love to draw manga, and I'd really like to start coloring my drawings. I'm considering getting a free trial of Corel Painter. Anyone have any issues with the product, or any reasons why it's totally amazing and I need to get it? xDD Just any opinions on the program at all would be nice. :)
A'ight. So here goes my attempt at fan-fiction. This is definitely more centered around Akuroku (sorry xD) But for some reason, I felt the need to add in what was happening with Sora. So sorry about ending this thing on a mushy note. Axel can't seem to let go of Roxas, and Roxas can't seem to remember Axel. Broken memories of his past life are haunting him, and Roxas can't remember the meaning until Axel shows it to him... I do plan on adding more chapters. I love (constructive) criticism, guys :D So please, if you read it, tell me what I did good/bad. <3 A broken memory An onyx cloak Those binding promises I forgot we spoke……. They were on a clock tower, looking over the tops of the buildings. The sunset turned everything a marvelous gold, but their spirits refused to be lifted. The blonde one’s shoulders lifted; a sigh. “Yeah…so…I have to go. Sora’s waiting for me.†The redhead’s entire body stiffened. “Yeah, I guess he is…†He took a bite of something. “Whoa! This ice cream really is salty!†The blonde laughed, the hood of his black cloak getting caught in the breeze. He looked at the redhead, Roxas getting a good look at the profile of his face for the first time, and mentally froze at who it was: Himself. “Axel…†His dream-self said, a frown creating a crease between his eyebrows. Axel looked at him, his green eyes positively burning with a hidden emotion. Like a magnet was pulling him, Axel slowly slid forward to the Roxas that wasn’t Roxas, his hand walking up his arm. Roxas watched the scene play out in his head like it was going frame by frame. When their faces were just inches apart, Roxas said, “Goodbye, Axel.†Tears were streaming down his face. Why was he crying?! Axel leaned forward and put his lips on Roxas’s, whispering against them, “Goodbye…partner.†Then he threw himself into a passionate kiss, his hands knotting in Roxas’s hair. They stayed like that until Roxas was gone, and a tear hit the ground with an audible splash. One lone tear strayed down Axel’s cheek before he stood, threw down his chakrams, and jumped off the clock tower… Two seconds. His cloak was billowing out behind him, his arms spread out like wings. Four seconds. He took a deep inhale of breath, reveling in this almost-there feeling of recklessness. Six seconds. His toe touched the ground……. Roxas awoke with a shout, panting heavily. His tee shirt stuck to his chest, and the fan was setting a chill against his skin. He ran a couple fingers through his hair, thinking… Who was that man? He shivered, a chill touching him that had nothing to do with the noisy fan. He got up and peeled off his shirt, wiping his face with it afterwards. His chest was still heaving in and out when he got to the mirror. He looked awful… His skin was pale, perhaps even a bit green tinted. His flannel pajama pants were sticking to his body in uncomfortable places. His chest rose and fell much quicker than it was supposed to. A cold sweat made his skin glisten in the moonlight coming from the window. For just a fraction of a second, he thought he saw a pair of green eyes in the mirror. He turned quickly, his eyes wide, but there was no one there. And then… “Roxas…†Someone whispered in his ear. “We made a promise, remember?†Roxas shivered as a pair of hands grasped his hips. A rush of broken memories flowed into his brain… The clock tower. In the mansion The alleyway. Axel’s death—he gasped and turned around as fast as he could. There was no one there. .He let out a furious yell, his fists balling up. This was getting beyond ridiculous. “Too right,†the voice said. Roxas reached out with his hand and grabbed something—fabric—before he turned around completely. He ripped the fabric towards him and it came away in shredded pieces. When his eyes finally lit upon the area he had grabbed so recklessly, he gasped. He had finally caught him. Axel had a hand on his chest, breathing slightly harder than normal. His chest and stomach muscles were covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His crimson spikes were in disarray. But his green eyes were still burning with intensity on a level that Roxas couldn’t begin to understand. “Axel…†He began, not quite sure what to say. Axel’s face twisted pitifully, and he straightened up, folding his arms around his chest. Why do I feel so exposed… he wondered. “You’ve forgotten about me,†he whispered. Roxas sighed, his fingers clutching his pajama pants in shock. “It’s coming back to me,†he said dryly, letting go of his pants to wrap his arms around his chest. “I’m starting to avoid being solid.†A look of pure pain crossed over Axel’s face. “You really…don’t remember, do you?†Roxas looked straight into those emerald eyes, searching. “What am I not remembering?†Wow, meeting your somebody really does change things, Axel thought with a twinge of his heart. He opened a portal to the side of him without breaking his eye contact with Roxas, pulling something black from it. “Put it on,†he said, eyes drifting to Roxas’ bare stomach muscles. He threw the fabric at him. Something tugged at Roxas’ mind when his fingers touched the fabric…perhaps a forgotten memory? He pulled his arms through it, not quite sure why he was feeling so trusting of this…Axel. As soon as he pulled up the zipper, it was like an electric shock. All of everything came back to him for good, the memories pouring in like they hadn’t been gone… ** Sora awoke with a start, making a strained noise in his throat. Kairi stirred beside him in the bed, groaning a little as she fluttered her eyes open. “Sora? What’s wrong? Did the twins wake up?†He shook his head at her. “It’s Roxas.†Kairi’s blue eyes were thick with sleep and confusion. “Huh?†She asked, her voice cracking a little with exhaustion. “Axel…came to find him. He got caught this time.†This snapped Kairi into being fully awake, for the part of her heart that Namine occupied was instantly worried. Somewhere in the house, a baby started crying, wiping away all fears of the current situation. Kairi got out of bed, pulling down the corners of her nightie in modesty. Sora got out of bed as well, wrapping his arms around her waist to slow her down. “It’s alright, babe. I got it.†She turned in his arms to face him, looking deep into his eyes. “Are you sure?†She asked, her eyebrows furrowing her pretty face. He smiled at her and nodded, then placed a peck on her lips and pulled away, grabbing a bottle from the bottle warmer on the desk. Kairi crawled back under the covers as Sora closed the door behind him. As he entered the nursery, he noticed that it was Minnie that was crying, her plump pink lips stretched in an O shape and her tiny fists balled up tight. He pulled her out of the crib, smoothing over her auburn hair and swaying slightly. She opened her beautiful blue eyes (Namine’s eyes) once, her cries slowly dying down. Sora fed the bottle into her mouth slowly, tipping it up. As soon as the milk hit her tongue, she relaxed. When the bottle was only half empty, she drifted back to sleep with a soft yawn. Sora put the bottle down, but instead of putting Minnie back in her crib, he sat down in the rocking chair with her. He held her just a bit closer to his chest. Babies were a wonderful gift, to be sure, and Mickey and Minnie were some of the best. Mickey had Sora’s bright blue eyes and his brown hair. Minnie had Kairi’s hair, but Namine’s eyes. Both were very easygoing, but they still weren’t sleeping through the night yet. Minnie’s chest rose and fell, her tiny breaths indenting the silence. Sora looked down at her, pride filling his heart to the point of bursting—he had made this little wonder! It seemed almost impossible that he had finally defeated the Organization (save for Axel, who just refused to leave), and was now free of obligation. And now that him and Kairi were settled, they had two absolutely precious children that they loved with all of their hearts. He sniffed, wiping the moisture from under his eyes with one finger. He sat like that with his daughter until morning. He woke up slowly, yawning at the sunlight pouring through a crack in the curtains. I must have dozed off, he realized. His gaze trailed down to his lap, where Minnie was still sleeping. He let out a small sigh of relief and ran his hand over her hair, reveling in the soft feel. Not even a chick’s first down is softer than a newborn’s hair. Suddenly Minnie’s breath caught, and she yawned, her eyelids fluttering open. Her eyelashes brushed against her cheekbones every time she closed her eyes. He smiled at her, and her eyes lit up. He moved a hand to adjust her onesie, but she pulled up her hand and grasped his index finger with her hand. He gaped at her, and then at her tiny hand, and then after a couple seconds of pure, innocent silence, he wept aloud. He pulled her onto his chest and hugged her as tight as her size and fragility allowed, burying his nose in her neck. As the sun finally pulled itself all the way over the horizon, Mickey began to wake up. Sora heard his tiny yawn and stepped over to the crib, taking him in his arms also. Both of his children yawned, their eyelashes fluttering. The nursery door opened, and Kairi stepped int the room, her slippers brushing against the carpet. She wrapped an arm around Sora’s waist, using the other to open the curtain. The ocean waves brushed against the shore…. ** Axel brushed a hand against his cheek. “Don’t pretend you could ever forget about me,†he said softly. And then, the room was dancing with flames….
http://still-waiting416.deviantart.com/art/Taylor-Swift-98083666 Hmm. She's a bit cross eyed. XD Well, one day I decided I was going to draw Taylor Swift, so by golly I did! Pulled out my calender and set to it. (NO, I didn't trace the photo, I used it as a reference.) Keep in mind I don't usually do...real...people. I draw manga. :)
To Eugenio at Gimptalk.com... To Lulus_moogle here... Sigh. My artistic ability is in decline again ; ;
Small thing. RonxHermione. Some kissing involved >.< “For the millionth time, Ron, I am NOT doing your paper for you!†Ron had a pronounced scowl on his face. “And why not?†Hermione heaved a deep sigh. “I think our teachers are starting to catch on. I mean, I think they’ll notice when you write a full essay on the properties of murtlap essence but you can’t answer a question about it the next day in class!†“So what if they catch on? It’s not like these are our OWLS or anything…†Hermione frowned at him. “You always do this, Ron, always. Would it hurt you to try?†“It’s not my fault!†“Then who’s is it, Ron?†He opened his mouth, then shut it, then opened it again. “Listen, Hermione. I’m sorry that I keep asking you to do my essays.†“But?†She asked, placing a hand on her hip. Ron’s mouth went dry, and he licked his lips nervously. He hadn’t noticed her figure before, but when she stood like that…. “Uh…umm…er…†Hermione scowled deeply and took a deep breath, her eyes sparkling with electricity. “Ron, you absolute DUNCE! I don’t see why you don’t even make an attempt to pay attention, it really wouldn’t hurt you, its not like the world is going to end if you take notes in Potions instead of playing Tic-Tac-Toe with Harry… I think you spent too much time at Grimmauld Place, you’re becoming just as irresponsible as Sirius…Honestly, Ron—“ But she didn’t get to finish her sentence. Ron stepped up to her quick, placed a hand on the back of her neck, and crushed his mouth to hers. Hermione froze, shocked, for a couple moments, while Ron’s lips moved against hers. “Hermione…would it hurt you to try?†He whispered against them, and caught her bottom lip between his teeth. An electric shock ran through her body, and she wrapped her arms around Ron’s waist and threw herself into the kiss, not knowing how deep the cavern was below her, or how long she was going to fall… But what a glorious fall it is, she thought to herself, as her tongue traced the lines of his upper lip….. Rather hard to do a kissing scene when you've never been kissed, eh? Characters do NOT belong to me. They belong to JK Rowling.
I dunno, for some reason it reminds me of going to the fair. CnC, rate/hate, whatever, but please comment ;)
Dunno bout you guys, but I really like this one :D
In this video ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltr8xE2aJK4 ) from 2:47 to 2:51... what clip is that?
<--- for some stupid reason, I did not save this as an .xcf file before I closed it, so I can't make changes to it :( Yeah, the font is wrong and her hand is messed up. Sue me. >.> CnC please thanks :)
This is a bit of something i've started writing. xD ---------- She woke up to the rustling and bustling of another weary day of preparation. However, she noticed the tension in the air- the silence looming above their heads, threatening to slit their throats, like a murderer from a bad dream. Cautiously, she opened her eyes and sat up. Owen was at her side in a flash. “What is it?†She barely breathed in his ear. “Somebody’s decided to stumble upon our base. He’s about 30 yards out, but he’s not just exploring. We’re going to see what he wants.†He paused, as if waiting for something. He just looked at her. After moments of him staring at her, she asked irritably, “What?†“I said we’re going to see what he wants. ‘We’re’ as in us. Come on!†He grabbed her hand and pulled her up. She dusted off her armor, pulled her quiver over her shoulder, and grabbed her bow. “Ready,†she said, more brightly than she felt. He smiled gloriously at her. She smiled back. They set off down the hill. “So, what do you think he wants?†Owen shrugged. “Well, I’m not sure. But maybe… just maybe he only wants to see what we are doing. After all, he could be a nomad.†“Could,†she repeated, voice dripping with doubt. Why a nomad would come this close to what was obviously a battle station, she couldn’t imagine. Spies were not uncommon during times of warfare, and you had to be careful. They were within earshot now, so she didn’t put these fears into spoken words. Time seemed to slow down as they approached each other. While their footsteps closed the visible gap between them, tension, wariness, and curiosity closed the mental one. As he got closer, she could see more of his features. Slim, lanky body, with raven black hair that shaded his eyes in the front, but dipped down into a braid that went all the way down his back. His arms were slightly muscled underneath his royal-looking garments. His walk was casual, but he was walking fast now that he saw they were coming to speak with him. They finally reached each other, keeping a one-foot gap between the two groups. “Hello,†the young man said, speaking first. She saw now that his eyes were a golden brown, like warm honey. His voice was not quite deep, but confident, with obvious authority in it. She put him at 17, which was two years older than what she actually was. Owen and Gabriella bowed. “Hello,†they both said. Owen spoke next. “What are you doing around here?†He asked, trying to sound casual. “Oh, just wandering the neighborhood. I see there is a battle brewing,†he observed, nodding his head at them. Gabriella nodded. “Between Avery and Evelyn.†He nodded. “I’m sorry, where are my manners? My name is Alexander, but you may call me Alex.†Owen started immediately in. “I’m Owen, and this is Gabriella.†His eyes went to Gabriella, putting her under a stare that made her heart misbehave. “Gabriella… such a pretty name,†he said, putting her hand up to his lips. A deep red went from her cheeks to her neck, even touching the tips of her ears. He put her hand down, still holding her in his gaze. Owen was glaring at him, nostrils flaring. “I don’t currently belong to either side of this battle, but I would like to join. Seeing as though I found you first…†Alex said, then paused and looked around. Lowering his voice, he added, “Why don’t you take me back to your base, tell me the story behind this war?†Own nodded, and Gabriella was sure she could see the suspicion in his eyes. They turned and walked back to camp. They approached the General quietly, unsure of what his mood was. He was a stocky man, but firm and quite scary when he wanted to be. He was able to keep all the soldiers in line when he needed to. After all, why else would they not be running off at night, to spy on the other side, unauthorized? He was facing the sun, the breeze ruffling his hair a tad. He was gruff as he turned to them and said, “What d’ya want? This army’s not goin’ta assemble itself, doncha know.†They laughed brightly. “I believe Alexander here has something he’d like to ask you,†Owen said, pushing (slightly) Alex in front of him. Alex nearly stuttered as he spoke. “Well, these two came to meet me, and I learned of this battle from them. I was wondering if… if I could join,†he finished, looking boldly into the General’s eyes. Surprising them all, he answered, “Well there, young’in, seein’ as though we could use that sort of enthusiasticism, shore! They’ll outfit ya in some chain mail, give ya some real armor.†He gave Alex a slap on the back as they turned to walk away. “He isn’t that friendly to even us,†Gabriella said, clearly in awe. Alex shrugged. “Must be charisma,†he mused, giving her a sly wink. Gabriella laughed, but she didn’t mis the scowl Owen had on his face behind Alex’s back. He stuck out a foot, which Alex tripped over. “My apologies, Alexander… here, let me help you up…†Gabriella raised an eyebrow, but didn’t comment on it. Best to let boys be boys….
<-- tutorial I couldn't upload any other ones because they were too big for Picoodle :( Does anyone know of any picture uploading sites you don't have to register for? CnC please :) EDIT: Thanks misty, here are some other ones... < please ignore the text in that one
Not my best but I was feeling very...er... jealous when I wrote this and I'm more proud of me getting those feelings out on paper than the poem itself. *Clears throat* Careful what you say be mindful of your actions he could change his mind It may be love Chocolate and paper hearts Almost meaningless Does he laugh with you? It's all a strategy game Like the one he plays ...with me... You are just a toy He'll get bored of you...with you... Eventually... Sometime he will slip Between your fingers that grasp at thin air; he's gone... Hehe. The strategy game refers to 'Connect Four', which i still have not beaten him at. >.>
Thought I might as well put them on one thread... CnC please :3 17 layers 27 layers 28 layers ^ Followed a tutorial for that one ^ I like the last two. :3
^ CnC please? I've been told the text color killed it
V1 V2 (Border) CnC please?
Did/does anyone else see the 'D' in the Disney logo as a 'G' except me? Because I couldn't see the 'D' in Disney until the last time I watched POTC 3. That is sad. <.<
CnC please... I followed a tutorial for this one...=/ I know i suck at text. Does anyone else think the greyscale looks bad?
Never mind. I've been critizised enough on this signature. xD;;
