Doodlebug

Spaniards!

2007-03-31T11:51:19Z

Blehhh. I took these transfer kids from Barcelona out to the city yesterday.

Do you know how slow kids from Europe walk? The answer is frustratingly slow. I had to turn around each block to see if they were still behind us, like I was escorting kindergarteners. I refuse to believe it's my fault because I walk Wall Street every day.

It's just a European thing. They're like Californians. Not that I like. Generalize about walking or anything important like that... It's just. Yeah.

But I got to practice my Spanish. (These guys weren't from exactly in Barcelona, so they spoke regular Spanish and not Catalan) And I found out my Spanish is horrible! Awesome.

R.I.P. Captain America

2007-03-09T01:38:53Z

So. Captain America died.

He got shot by a sniper outside of the courthouse, apparantly. Not manly. Sorry, Cap'n, but I don't think that was a mighty awesome way to go down. Why he was in court anyway is beyond me. Super heroes just don't do court.

~~Batman was sexier anyway~~

Bleach episode 118 summary: I am reminded of why I thought Ikakku was one of the top hottest men on Bleach. ~~It's that big stick thing he's got.~~

...~~That pun was too good to pass up.~~

Arrancars??

2007-03-05T22:31:01Z

More Bleach fangirling.

On the topic of hollow/arrancar holes.

Um. Just some wonderings, one day. This could have gone in a whole other, more perverted direction, if I thought really hard. And the editing is bad.

I like Ulqui. Truly, I do. Just not smoking, maybe? If I was psychoanalysing myself...?

.....That is all.

Edit: I'd also like to point out that each row was from an entirely different chapter, and that Ulquiorra always stands the same way. Weirdo.

v-dayyyyy

2007-02-15T02:15:33Z

I bring you icons today, and an anecdote about Valentine's Day.

So I'm pretty sure LJ is getting flooded with posts and making it slow. Anyway. This is basically how my day went:

Me: "VALENTINE'S DAY!!!!"
People: "Heartbreak!" "Woe!" "Self-pity!"
Me: "HAVE CANDY!!! HAVE HEARTS! YESSSS!"

In short: V-day is the best holiday ever. Except, Brooklyn was covered in slush while everyone else got snow. Bitches.

Icon fandoms include:

I. D.Gray-Man: AllenxRhode (x7)
II. 12 Days: Nick (x2), Jackie (x2), Cap n' Tail (x1)
III. Hellsing: Alucard (x3), Pip (x3), misc. (x1)
IV. Bleach: Kaien (x2), Ulquiorra (x4), Ulquihime (x1), Orihime (x2), Rukia (x1), Snake guy (x2)
V. One Piece: LuffyxNami (x4), SanjixZoro (x1), Sanji and Usopp (x1)
VI. Yu Yu Hakusho: HieixBotan (x1)

1	2	3	4	5

6	7

The challenge was to make as many icons as possible from just one chapter. I could have made more... They are from ch. 23, with the exception of the last one, from ch. 27.

II.

1	2	3	4	5

That manga (only one volume, and is American-brand-manga) has to be the sweetest, saddest story ever. I love it.

III.

1	2	3	4	5

6	7

I freaked out about Hellsing for a few weeks, until it became repetetive. And the anime sucks. (in my opinion...)

IV.

1	2	3	4	5

6	7	8	9	10

11	12

EXACTLY WHAT is that sword guy's name? In #'s 11 and 12?

V.

1	2	3	4	5

6

Many many thanks to seltap for her doujinshi scans.

VI.

This is why I never deal with screencaps.

I wish Avatar had lineart, so I could feel good about making a zillion Zutara icons.

My foot was asleep, and I moved it, and now it has all those pins or whatever. It hurts, but does not hurt, and will not go away when pressure is applied.

...

...Mannnnn. Whatever.

perouze @ 2007-02-11T08:18:00

2007-02-11T13:28:15Z

New layout for a while, with Ichigo. Matching icon of Rukia, too, if that counts??

I think I'm becoming an UquiHime fan.

Because of the recent chapter of Bleach, well...

...Man, though. UquiHime? I need to stop it with these crackships. ~~Though maybe it's cannon?!?!?~~

But he was all threatenin' to force feed her and everything, and it was just basically kind of adorable. Ulqiorra, whilst being as emo as emo can get, right down to the makeup, is something of a mean emo, and I can picture 'Hime (after she gets over his being an asshole) just telling him that his hat is the funniest thing and could she please try it on??? Can anyone say oh my god adorable.

I need to stop making these scenes up in my mind.

In other news, I am making baked ziti today.

Icons? Sure.

2007-01-30T05:46:43Z

Hey hey hey. Made a bunch of icons.

EDIT: One extra!!!

Zuko is the manliest of men. It's just the shot that does him no justice, he swears.

Preview:

6.9.15.

Bleach:

1	2	3

4	5	6

7	8	9

10	11	12

13	14	15

16	17	18

19	20

Notes:
9- "How High The Moon?" By Ella Fitzgerald
12- "Sweet Baby Jane" by U2
19- Afrokinetic is an actual bar geared towards African Americans in Brooklyn, New York. I just think it's funny sounding. :D
P.S.- Who is that dying girl that fought Ishida? Does/Did she have a name? She was pretty cool.

These are other icons, most of which I have made for the other
sketch journal I keep, rosenwynn.
You probably don't care about these.

1	2	3

4	5	6

7	8	9

Sketch dump.

2007-01-21T03:29:54Z

Firstly: My scanner needs to learn to scan bigger files.

Secondly: Here is a major buildup of ~~crap~~ stuff that I spent a half hour scanning, and a few mindless whole-hours half-heartedly coloring.

Some Bleach stuff and Avatar stuff, for those of you who don't care about original characters. (also, probably not work safe for one picture.) Way image heavy.

Before/after Rukia pic. I think I'll color it over later, as this seems to suck far too much for my taste.

Rukia and Renji? Never gonna happen. But I'm better at drawing Renji than Ichigo, so... (I might clean and color later, but I dunno.)

So I had this idea that this guy has four arms. And uh, that's about as far as I got. Four arms. Great character design!!!1111

These things suck. Avatar kids do not get along with me. ~~My drawing hand hates Katara's guts.~~ I feel like Zuko has this Dr. Jeckyll/Mr.Hyde thing going on, and my plan to illustrate it backfired. Did I tell you these drawings suck yet?

More crap. But I like that there's at least one ATLA character who's a badass bitch, even if she wears the most awful stuff. And I think Tykka is kind of adorable.

My favorite guy character to draw, ever. Meet Shen. He's cool, yo. And doesn't actually smoke, promise.

I finally got foreshortening right! Hoshit! And I know it's bad to draw chicks with huge bajungas because it's belittling or whatever, but I'll stop when it stops being more fun to draw than boxy people.

Got bored at right about the hands/feet or whatever. As per usual. I'll clean&color later, too.

I feel like such a faker with these pictures. Gawd. Go take an art class, me! Do it!"

And then the goats cried, "It's time to party!"

2007-01-17T22:26:40Z

OH MY GOD. GAWD. OMG. ETC.

I'm on the internet. And I won. PIEA contest, single image, etc. I'm only an 'exhibitor' (what the hell is that?), but still. I get stuff and I'm on the internet. For photography. Maybe now I'll be able to go to college?

Over here:

http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d144/reekay/DSC_3284.jpg - the picture, saving you the search

http://www.pieapma.org/gallery/2007/Grades_10_11_12_SI/ - all winners in single image (mine is on the second page)

Those guys were crazy. One quite literally, and the other in a more Evangelical-faith-healing kind of way. This was taken at Ground Zero this past 9/11. There were a lot of crazy people there.
Some other people from my school won. Actually, a lot of them did. Michael won grand prize for his portfolio. I think he's applying to NYU or something. Or applied, past tense. Whichever. He's a deadbeat except for his amazing pictures.

I'm gonna jump-drive some stuff from the school computers. Some of it is way cooler.

Also: I have recently watched Samurai Champloo over again and have been reminded of the pure unadulturated awesomeness it is. Really, it is pretty awesome.

I Broke Down.

2007-01-06T02:23:31Z

I did it. I was finally bored enough to do it. I made a Deviant art account. It's weird, and gray, but it has my photos on it if anyone wants to see them, here.

If you're too lazy, here are my latest photos. The files are pretty big, though. Then again, there's only five.

These are brownies. They are being used for my new banner I just made a few minutes ago for my layout. Yum. They were awesome.

Those three were in a neighborhood called the Gowanus, in Brooklyn. First two were of my friend, Abby. Pictures taken of her are not her favorite.

Whoa look! Me! You can't make out any of my features, though. That picture was hard to take, and I needed a tripod.

I hate skiing, by the way. Sucks.

Workin' on Zutara drabbles, I just have to check them over once.
I'm gonna try and update this thing more often.

perouze @ 2007-01-01T19:57:00

2007-01-02T01:19:12Z

Well, there goes the year. New year's eve never seemed like the most exciting holiday, and yesterday I figured out why. When they drop the ball in Times Square, they don't let it shatter. That should be a crime! That crystal ball should drop and break! And then there should be fireworks.

So for new year this year all I did was stay up 'til twelve and lean my head outside when the countdown started. Nobody set off fireworks. I will have to make it my duty to do so next year.

New years resolutions:

1. Get into college
2. Get better at math/writing/drawing/grades
3. Be healthy?
4. Get a job

I can't think of anymore. Those are pretty typical resolutions. I should be more creative.

5. Be more creative.

Have yourselves a happy new year, everyone.

P.S.: Next weekend I am going with Abby to see a musical about Scientology. I have no doubts that it will be hilarious. If Tom Cruise is enough evidence, I don't know what is.

Christmas dump!

2006-12-25T18:53:52Z

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.

Drabblin' Party

2006-11-07T04:38:02Z

I have lotsa stuff here that I was trying to put off posting just because there is so much of it. I must do this more often.

Drabbles:

D.Gray-Man
(2) AllenxRhode

Flavor of Deception (title unsure)
A/N: I think this is one of my better AllenxRhode ones. (One reason may be because it's almost-smut) Thus, it gets to go first.

Dark hands glide over pale, sallow skin, embroidering designs with fingertips and sensations. There is something impeccable in this. It is something like stomping your boot-encased feet in virgin snow, caught up in a childish fit of destroying that which is pure. Nerve endings sizzle and hairs raise; the tracery is starting to get far more detailed.

“You should get out in the sun more, Allen.” A nail pinches a sensitive inch of skin, the victim hisses out of pain or pleasure. “But I suppose it’s not really your fault.”

When had it gotten to be like this? Covert meetings and veiled looks on both parties’ sides seemed, for all appearances, to be easy enough to conceal. There certainly didn’t seem to be a weakening sense of purpose. So when did this thing start? There wasn’t necessarily a time (minutes and days run together like watercolors, bleeding out of the lines of everyday life in dripping hues of black and white), so the seduction was that of unbridled indulgence in the forbidden, the prohibited, the taboo. It was that of unbridled indulgence in betrayal. The action of it left a taste in their mouths incomparable to that of lollipops or heaps of food.

“It must be this London weather,” She drags one nail down his chest and he shudders, but at the same time her toes are writhing with anticipation. She is the only one of the two with balls enough to create taunting half-conversation.

He tugs at her striped stockings with one hand in reply, using the other to heft himself up and latch his mouth on her shoulder. There was something about that flavor, wasn’t there? A bell rings in his head, and he places his finger on the word.

Ambrosial. That was the essence of betrayal.

Toys
A/N: Tiki Mick is God's answer to women. Other than that, I like the idea of a possesive Rhode and a protective brother. (P.S. Are they even really siblings? I hope so.)

“Good. You’re here.” Rhode beckoned him. “I need help with my maths.”

Tiki stood in the doorway, watching his sister tap her pen on the table expectantly. One gloved finger tapped the edges of his stovepipe hat. “I met your toy today.”

Lavender eyes rose from the sheet of paper to meet his. “Oh? Did you? What did you think of him?” Don’t you mess with him.

“He was very good at cheating, but we didn’t call him on it.” I won’t.

“That’s surprising,” She said, tilting her chair on its back two legs. She does not speak for a second, thinking. Replaying. “…He cried, you know.”

Her brother smiles, cheeks dimpling in remembrance of a lost Noah childhood. “Your expectations panned out, it seems.”

She grins now, savage jack-o-lantern expression taking siege of her face. “They always pan out.”

Bleach
(1) Soi Fong, Ulquiorra
(1) Gin, Aizen

I Don't Know if You've Heard
A/N: I wrote this for my Bleach Exchange. I'm pleased with the idea, I just wish I had longer to work on it. Once again, laziness conspired against me! D:

I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I am someone like you. I am someone who serves someone else. I am Arrancar.

I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I don’t particularly enjoy my job when all it consists of is slaughtering those bits of trash I’m ordered to when they serve absolutely no reasonable purpose. Aizen-sama ordered it, though, and I must obey his will, because there is always some reason behind it later on. But I digress. I don’t think of you as one of those insignificant little pricks. In fact, I think I have acquired some small degree of respect for your determination, your sense of revenge, your power. You are making me draw my sword. I haven’t been forced to do this yet.

I don’t know if you’ve heard, but your friends are dead. One does not blindly rush into Hueco Mundo. When blind men run into the street, they are killed. With no disrespect for Tousen-sama, I can truthfully say that blindness is the most potent weakness. I can tell you how they perished, if you want. No? Very well. I will tell you that many of them were quite formidable.

I don’t know if you’ve heard, but only just last week, the desert was flowing with dark rivers of billowing red shades. It was quite a biblical sight if you are familiar with the Christian religion. The lower arrancar spent two days cleaning it up, but it didn’t matter. Such a thing is only fit for Heaven.

I don’t know if you’ve heard, but that human girl still lives in this palace of the dead. The state of her mind is severely cracked by human standards, but by my own, I believe it has never been better. Gin’s woman was the only death of her friends that she witnessed, and a single tear was all she shed when our Sixth Espada pierced the woman through the stomach. It was after this occurrence that Grimmjow met his demise and Gin fled to the human realm.

I don’t know if you’ve heard, but the world is going to end.

I don’t know if you’ve heard, but you are soon going to fall into these ranks of the expired. Your eyes go wide, Mistress of the Hornet’s Sting. You don’t understand what is happening when instead of your flower blooming atop your chest, it is the tip of a weapon used to kill; the tip of a sword. Instead of your flower, a flower of a higher caliber of beauty opens its red petals.
“Y…Yoruichi?” You whisper her name as you stare back at her face, your eyes unmasking any and all emotions you have ever corked inside.

I don’t think anyone’s mentioned to you that I’ve adopted much of my style from my master.

Country of Liars
A/N: This could have been written better. I think I am infatuated with the idea of Gin betraying Hueco Mundo. Maybe I just like Gin too much.

He is not the only one with hidden thoughts and sly lies. You know this. He is good at it, you’ll admit, or else how could he fool those who are called gods? Aizen Sousuke is a slippery man, the type to fall through your fingers, the moment you give him the smallest crack.

A kind disposition is often one not to be trusted, but it is just as often trusted anyway.

This man with the kind disposition knows all there is to know about trust: how to obtain it, how to keep it, how to use it, and how to throw it away.

He should, you think plainly, write a book.

And you might even help him, because while he knew it all, you had learned it all.

And there was something guarded about his eyes, even now.

My, you think. So many liabilities with this man. Is he not someone you have vowed to follow?

You do not commit to vows easily. You think long and hard about them, turning them over in your mind with a rather frightening thought process based on chance and consequences weighed against personal gain. You never really trusted gut feeling, anyway.

Rangiku never questioned this. She understood-- no, you can’t say that. She tolerated. She tolerated your lack of taking vows. Never had you uttered those words she so wanted to hear.

She didn’t trust you. Perhaps now, when you are gone, she will teach Kira a lesson in suspicion.

Aizen is suspicious. Aizen, you know, is doubtful of everything. It is how he is so confident. He thinks of everything.

A vow is a vow. A mask is a mask. Masks can be worn underneath masks, and even then, your face could be painted with blossoming reds and beautiful untruths.

“Gin,” Aizen summons, crooking a finger. Beckoning.

“Yes, sir,” You reply lightly, voice lilting with the accent native to liars. This is a Country of Liars.

Vows are not things to take lightly. It is a good thing, then, that they are easy to deflect when you cross your fingers behind your back.

Fic-fics

YYH
(1) Hina, Yukina, Hiei
(1) Many chapters for HieixBotan

he comes to me one evening
Miles to Go (HB)

Both of these fics turned out to be fairly awesome. I'm a romantic at heart, though.

Misc.: D.Gray-ManxBleach crossover

So This is London

This one is terrible. I wrote it awfully. I should revise it like crazy one day, but I think I'm too lazy.

In completely other news: I finished the Ouran High School Host Club anime the other day, and found that I didn't really like the ending. It ended too fast. :( But I like every single pairing that exists in that entire thing, pointedly because I like all characters. Even when I didn't care for Kyouya too much, I decided I liked him once he got stranded in the mall. How adorable.

I also have some D.Gray-Man doodles scanned. I'll mess with them later. I'm just glad I got all this crap out of the way.

And I'm the vice president of Shut The Fuck Up.

2006-10-30T23:58:10Z

Pictures, yes please. These are all pretty new-ish.

...The best notes you will ever see. Ever. No kidding. Nice 'n detailed.

This is my take on Rukia's sentient sword, Sodeno Shirayuki (alt.- Sode no Shirayuki). It is a very unconventional idea, but Rukia has got to have her bitch-slap technique explained somehow!

I don't really consider it done, but it's a start. I really like her. So does Zangetsu.

This was my entry for the Fall 2006 Fanworks Contest over at the IchiRuki community. I don't think it's a winner, but I think it was good. I'm happy with the concept I came up with and the coloring. Less with the coloring, and more with the shading. I think they are different? Of course they are!

Meanwhile, I am downloading the 26 episodes of Ouran High School Host club, of which I read the first three volumes of manga over the course of last week. It is the most hilarious shoujo I have ever had the pleasure of reading. It's great to find something that can make fun of bishi-archetypes, and work.

Dude. Been a while, eh?

2006-10-02T18:29:37Z

So: new obsession=D.Gray-man. Because oh my god I love it. Allen Walker. And Rabi. And Rhode Camelot. gIYGFiehf3ek. Let's all have an orgy. New OTP's go along with this, no?

Anyway:

Arcane Discourse is for HieixBotan. Lovelove.

Miles To Go will be a multichapter HieixBotan. How exciting.

And this is for Allen/Rhode, new OTP, and as DGM does not have a section in ff.net, I'll just put it here.

He still felt the contact. The warmth. He had never before held the feeling of it in such low regard.

“I feel warm, don’t I?”

“This is the feeling you get when one human touches another, isn’t it?”

The sensation of her arms encircling his shoulders still lingered, as did the knowledge that these arms resembled snakes (they twisted and choked, suffocated) closing in, and yet at the same time, he felt that human warmth.

“Allen?” Linali touched his forehead, timidly checking for a fever.

He flinched away from her fingertips (they were warm), apologizing as he realized his folly. “Sorry, it’s nothing.”

She wasn’t convinced, but let it drop.

Allen remembered these conflicting natures, and he remembered her words to him, sadism intermingled with some strange breed of regret.

“You’re so kind, Allen.”

End.

...

Kind of creepy, but you gotta love it anyway. I guess.

These are only two, and still not the best, but I got 'em up here.

This one got a pretty funny reaction on the ichiruki comm.

Profile practice. Not particularly awesome, but I was proud of it at the time.

This is all for today. Ta!

perouze @ 2006-08-24T14:41:00

2006-08-24T18:49:43Z

There are so many things to bring here.
No, really.

A fic:

"It has nothing to do with you."

The words resonated in her head although she saw them forming in his lips as soon as he had decided to say it. Her own words before that shocked him well enough; that much was plain to see. It was written all over his face.

He had been doing well up until about there. Ichigo had been keeping up his façade for a few months now, hadn't he? Tatsuki wasn't able to pinpoint the exact date he started to behave strangely; it might have had to do with that truck accident that happened to his house. She also knew that ever since the abnormality, Orihime had become slightly distant.

That much alone was cause for concern.

Then Tatsuki's sightings started. If epic battles in her home-town that included classmates weren't an indication, she didn't know what was. Ichigo's face told her she wasn't supposed to know. She didn't need the words to confirm that.

'It has nothing to do with you.' Like an out of control train the sentence charged into her stomach.

Fists react on their own. It's a natural law of science: Newton's law or something like that. Arisawa's fist is no exception. In fact, it is a perfect example.

She felt her knuckles collide with his jaw, in turn shattering the school's second floor window. The school will want her parents to pay for that, she thought in the back of her mind.

She was dimly aware of Ichigo's stupid friends rushing to hold her back, and she knows she is shouting about nakama or something like that. She believed it, too. And wanted to keep on believing it. She wanted to know that Ichigo is her friend and that he could trust her. But more than that, she needed to know where Orihime was. She eventually fell silent, the torrent of force and feeling momentarily muffled as she ran out of steam.

"...Don't concern yourselves with me."

Keigo's face looked a bit funny and Tatsuki pulled out of his grip and slowly stood on her own, watching the back of the kid she once thought she knew. The least he could have done was let her know what was going on so she could verify Orihime's safety, but she had a feeling he wouldn't comply.

He has a real hero complex, Tatsuki mused. She knew full well that he was trying to protect his friends again.

"Asshole."

And several pictures, most of which are unfinished and painfully old:

I shall be uploading more
up-to-date-and-also better pictures later on.
Like, when I get my scanner back, yes?

perouze @ 2006-07-03T22:24:00

2006-07-04T02:26:47Z

I did a 100-word drabble for one of my guilty pleasure pairings. Botan-Hiei! Hah. Don'tkillme.

Title: Bodies
Pairing: BotanxHiei
Summary: Botan likes her body. Hiei disagrees. Not as dirty as it sounds.

Botan’d always been proud of her human body. Her debut in front of Yusuke and Keiko had been most entertaining, even if it threatened their relationship—and oh, did they have a relationship.

She never thought it was a bad guise, really. Nobody was able to tell that she might be anything but wholesome, organic human. This was something to be proud of.

"It’s ugly," Hiei said. "Hideous."

Botan was shocked. "Now, why would you say a thing like that?"

"Because," He explained, not at all patiently. "The real form is infinitely better."

She could see how that made sense.

Story concepts, etc.

2006-07-04T00:26:45Z

For those of you who have ever been to Quizilla.com,
you know that there's a thing about series or something.
A bit weird, but I quickly found it addictive,
and have since started making Yu Yu Hakusho things.
It's been a way to pass time, I guess.

Anyway, I recently started a brand new one about a ninja.
You can't go wrong with ninjas, after all.
So the character vaguely looks like this:

It's lots of fun.
I'm not entirely sure what's going to happen next. :3

Also, here's some pictures, also, by me:

Grown up Yachiru, from Bleach:

An early picture of Gwendolyn, which actually ends up looking more like Pani:

This is all for now!
Hope you like, etc. Ta.

More WC news. One more picture.

2006-07-01T01:56:36Z

Germany won against Argentina today.
They are my #1 favorite team... For now, anyway.
It was a very suspenseful game. It ended 3-1.
Very nerve-wracking. Overtime, penalty kicks, etc.
Then Italy beat Ukraine. I'm happy.
I really dislike Ukraine. x3

Then I went to a Voxtrot concert.
I'll see when I can put pictures up here.
I then got the other one of their EPs, which so far seems pretty decent.
It was fun, but the crowd there was a bitch.

Anyway, Hooray for Germany. Now here's a picture:

She is by far not my best, but I like the coloring a bit. So so many anatomy issues.
Anyway, don't ask me why she's hiking in shorts and no sleeves at night on a snowy mountain.
She just is. So nyah.

D:!!!!!

2006-06-29T22:57:27Z

GHANA LOST TO BRAZIL 3-0!!!! ALL IS NOT RIGHT IN THE WORLD!

R.I.P., Ghana.

I got the new Futureheads album today.
Much fun.
At least, so far anyway. It's raining outside.

Have to leave soon.
Real quick, some photos in order of awesome factor:

One more thing:
An OC character, not named yet.
He's from France, and is a football/soccer obssesive,
thus the French jersey.
Just a quick thing.
His character isn't finalized yet.

Pictures & Football

2006-06-26T02:03:18Z

Okay, I recently got a scanner, and thus have made puh-lenty of pictures. Here we go, to start:

This is a picture of Pongo (Pangari), who is the best friend of of my male lead, Nero. She's very fun to draw and, apparantly, to color.

She's kind of an old picture, which I scanned and colored the same exact day I got it (the scanner). Dora belongs to Questionable Content and its creator, Jeph Jacques.

This is probably it for now, but more should be arriving tomorrow, yeah?

By the way, who here is watching the WORLD CUP?!??!?! :O:O:O:O Here's the part where
I start almost-freaking out. It's all exciting, etc. GO GERMANYYYYYYY.
ALSO, GO GHANAAAAAAAA. I love underdogs etc.

Bye.

First Post?

2006-04-03T23:51:20Z

I have determined that I need a scanner, and then I need resolve. Hopefully I'll keep this and that, no?

I hope to make this layout my own, soon. Eventually.