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So.  Back in school again, been a  stressful past few weeks getting last minute shit done, starting classes, getting a cold, and getting really fucking overwhelmed.  I've had a bad depression spell for a while, but things are smoothing out and I FINALLY got back on my meds after being without them for months.  After all this, I've concluded that school is still bullshit no matter where I go, but actually having people to hang out with is AWESOME and makes it more bearable.  I've already been on a fun stalking adventure, helped my boyfriend John host an "Asian themed drinking night", and this Tuesday I get to take my first stab at D&D.  

GUESS WHAT.  I"m going to totally fail Ceramics.  I had to make pinch pots this weekend to catch up after missing a few days, and they are so hilariously crap.  I know this because the person helping me get started told me it takes about 2 hours a pot, and today it took me 2 hours to make 5.  MAYBE I'M JUST REALLY GOOD.  Probably not.  Pfft, I don't fucking care (lol yes I do), I hate 3D art stuff anyway.

I made this up as I went along, I just needed something to play around on with my markers and colored pencils.

( I put on my murder hat and fuck-up boots... )

In 1986, Peter Davies was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from Northwestern University .
On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seemed distressed, so Peter approached it very carefully.
He got down on one knee, inspected the elephants foot, and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it. As carefully and as gently as he could, Peter worked the wood out with his knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot. The elephant turned to face the man, and with a rather curious look on its face, stared at him for several tense moments.. Peter stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but being trampled. Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away. Peter never forgot that elephant or the events of that day.
Twenty years later, Peter was walking through the Chicago Zoo with his teenaged son. As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to near where Peter and his son Cameron were standing. The large bull elephant stared at Peter, ; lifted its front foot off the ground, then put it down. The elephant did that several times then trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man.
Remembering the encounter in 1986, Peter could not help wondering if this was the same elephant. Peter summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing, and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder.. The elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of Peter legs and slammed him against the railing, killing him instantly. Probably wasn't the same elephant.

LESS WHINING, MOAR SKETCH.

( Simon! )

STORY TIME:
Simon is Lucretia's completely useless demon familiar, summoned with an enchanted Zippo engraved with a magic seal. He does nothing but smoke smokables and drink drunkables, which gives him the ability to hack up sentient gooey black tar minions and vomit acidic grossness.

STOOPID STORY OVER. GO AWAY.

I originally sketched this in open canvas and was going to just leave it at that but it ended up REEKING OF JPEG so I roughly inked it in Photoshop.
( Spellcaster )

I NEVER get tired of watching this.

Boring Halloween is booooooring.  Our neighborhood has NO Halloween spirit so Mom didn't even bother busting out any of our decorations; we didn't even get a pumpkin.   NO PUMPKIN.  That's how dull this year is.  I've spent my evening doing laundry and watching my sister's puppy.

HOWEVER it is not a complete loss.  We actually got a handful of trick-or-treaters this year, which is cool because we were expecting maybe 2 at the most.  (Those 2 being my cousins who live next door)  I've also got a par-tay tomorrow so I guess it all evens out in the end.

Meh.  Happy Halloween anyway.  Hope your Night of 1,000 Heath Ledgers was more interesting than mine was.

Shooting at Ark. university kills 2, wounds 1.


A damn good thing I didn't go back to that shithole, eh?  One might say I...dodged a bullet.
Harr.

I was going to use this for an icon but I didn't like how it looked when I shrunk it to 100x100.  I'm not going to bother submitting it to DA or FA since those places have more than enough pics of Lucretia looking like a smug bitch.

( pic under cut )
Oy, I've been up since 2 am.  And yet I was doing so well with that whole "sleep like a normal person" thing.

I woke up at about six this morning and I immediately hit the sketchbook. The result is a nice revamped design of my Murder Nurse and a digital painting that I plan on having a ton of fun with. Gonna render the fuck out of it, man. I love the sketch but it is one hell of a mess, so I've screencapped the WIP in order to show that I'm not a complete hack.


Boot laces are a total bitch to draw, but hot damn am I glad I put in that extra effort. 

While I was sketching this out I started to brainstorm her background, seeing how murderous medical officials are a dime a dozen.  At first  I didn't really care about the uncreative concept, but now I want to give her a little more substance than simply a blood-n-guts muse.  A while back I decided that her outfit is actually a costume, so I started with the idea of Halloween party Ouija board antics gone awry.  From there her story turned into a spooky urban legend.  I'm really liking that direction a lot and now I can't wait to properly write up her origin story.

THIS JOURNAL WAS EMPTY AND SAD.  IT IS NOW +1 POST AND MAYBE JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE HAPPY.  Everyone smile and say "Hi!"



I SAID SMILE, DAMMIT. D8<