Where making this happen.

We are the coolest people to ever exist.
Left: Takara
Middle: Me
Right: mobo

I tried to throw in little quirks about each other. Like mobo's Pokewalker and Takara's alot shirt.
I also drew a ring on my finger to show how I'm married to Takara.

Notice that I hand-wrote mobo's name with a lowercase m. You will never escape this, mobo. Never.

So yeah, we're pretty much just awesome.

I live in my dreams.

Here's a WIP. I've been working on it for a day or two.
Basically the idea behind this is inspired by the music video to "Must Be Dreaming."

"Must Be Dreaming" was the first song that I ever heard of Imogen Heap's. It's easily my favorite music video. I listened to that song on repeat for weeks after hearing it for the first time. For this, I must obsessively thank my friend Clancy, who introduced me to this song. It kick-started my fandom (or obsession as many would call it 9v9) with Imogen Heap. Oh, my goodness. This song brings back so many great memories~

I still love this song, even 3 years after the first listen.

This particular digital painting is inspired by the part at 1:50 (music video) where she opens the door with the fish, etc etc.~

Someday I kind of want to do my makeup like she has it at the end. ;w; Just because that would be awesome. I'd walk around with my eyes closed and people would think I was looking right at them ahaha~


So yeah, I was doing a bit of this on Livestream.


Oh, and, uh.
I never mentioned.

I got a new tablet.

;w;
I finally got it last Wednesday. I. LOVE. THIS. THING.
Seriously.
I wasn't sure if there was really that big of a difference between my Bamboo and this intuos4 that I have now, but ask;ldfjdlaskf it's SO MUCH BETTER. Omg it's amazing. Really.

So hopefully I'll get this painting finished soon.

You'll get what you deserve.

Karma's got me in a chokehold, and I'm about to fight back. But now I'm caught in a battle with myself with no sign of relief. Now the air has drifted out of my lungs and I'm floating on a comatose breath. I can see everything before my eyes, but there's nothing I can touch. Nothing but a shattered shiver and a crumbling cry resonates from my withered hands.

My cracked voice shakes out one last effort before evading me forever. It's a little slice of what I deserve, unable to defend myself or destroy the chains that bind me. I am an executioner of worlds, a swallower of dreams, and a butcher of loves. These sinned hands may smother out the lives of my enemies but know not of the aches the others feel in their hearts.

Three strikes and you're out, well, this must be my fifth offense. Perhaps a sixth or ninth. I've lost track of all the crimes of which my conscience does not know. Maybe it will take a hailstorm or a hellhound to hammer me into submission. I don't know, but I've got myself a problem here: to rouse my heart and inflate my lungs. Maybe I'm regretting my decisions, or maybe I'm just conspiring my next plan of action.

Pixel practice.

I want to do more animation. :I