Hey guys!!
So I need some help! After a few months of sketching and thinking, I have decided to paint a series of pictures displaying the everyday beauty of people who live outside of the labels society assigns based on who has two XX’s and who has an XY in their genes. I’ve been sketching from…
Hey guys. Anyone want to help out my best friend? Drop her a line!
Thierry Mugler Haute Couture Fall/Winter 1997: The Chimera GownI am speechless… *__*
I only wish I could wear something this stunningly beautiful. Why doesn’t fashion appreciate this kind of incredible imagery these days instead of dressing up women in a pile of paper squares.
Please reblog to spread the knowledge of how editing is wrong and hurtful to artists all over the Internet.
This has happened to me. This must have happened to all artists at some point. Spreading the word might not change these pathetic leeches hearts but its better than doing Nothing.
Hello conservative north america. Not just denying happiness to perfectly well adjusted, financially stable and loving homosexual parents-to-be but also all the children who get stuck in the revolting den that is the bottom panel.
This is so powerful, why doesn’t it have more reblogs/likes?!
FUCK IM IN TEARS
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Guys, reblog this if you feel everyone should be themselves without fear or shame :)
Alie arrived at our 1st-grade classroom wearing a sweatshirt with a hood. I asked her to take off her hood, and she refused. I thought she was just being difficult and ignored it. After breakfast we got in line for art, and I noticed that she still had not removed her hood. When we arrived at the art room, I said: “Allie, I’m not playing. It’s time for art. The rule is no hoods or hats in school.”
She looked up with tears in her eyes and I realized there was something wrong. Her classmates went into the art room and we moved to the art storage area so her classmates wouldn’t hear our conversation. I softened my tone and asked her if she’d like to tell me what was wrong.
“My ponytail,” she cried.
“Can I see?” I asked.
She nodded and pulled down her hood. Allie’s braids had come undone overnight and there hadn’t been time to redo them in the morning, so they had to be put back in a ponytail. It was high up on the back of her head like those of many girls in our class, but I could see that to Allie it just felt wrong. With Allie’s permission, I took the elastic out and re-braided her hair so it could hang down.
“How’s that?” I asked.
She smiled. “Good,” she said and skipped off to join her friends in art.
‘Why Do You Look Like a Boy?’
Why do I keep getting spam messages on Tumblr from random “girls” saying they want to have sex with me/meet with me?
I am so confused. The occurrence of this spam has been increasing over msn as well. Does this mean I’m getting internet famous or some shit?
To the spammers: I’m flattered but unless you want to get friendly with a strap-on you better move on to more masculine pastures.
The human Taichi and Maverik from a story of ours. You won’t recognize Taichi yet since he hasn’t appeared in Trance, but some of you might know Mav although he looks A LOT different here. Mainly because he’s smiling. And blond.
Taichi is 15 and Mav 16 here and although they’re both huge wow-playing nerds, Mav’s at least more sporty about it. They meet and the vaguely shota make-outs begin.
Anyway, just some sketchies for you wonderful peeps to enjoy. ^^
You’ll have to use this url to see the full size one because Tumblr hates me.
If anyone is wondering why I haven’t been updating this at all, it’s because I’ve been drawing a ton of men kissing and/or boning.
But it’s all for the book >_< Doh! Or for a story that isn’t going to be illustrated that is just for Dango and I.
I’ll try and sift through my sketches and see if there’s anything I can show you guys. I just noticed I suddenly got a basket full of people following me so the performance anxiety is kicking in, ha ha!
Would you guys care to see some of these illus I’ve got? It’s actually still the Trance boys but they’re in a human form. : ) I know you lovely non-furry fence-straddlers will probably like those a lot more XD
Sooo basically I discovered a universal reality of life today. This is what it was.
Buses: always early when you’re right on time, always late when you have the forethought to arrive early and you’re anxious to be somewhere and always either uncomfortably full or just plain smelly when you finally get on one.
Then again this is Vancouver we’re talking about here.
I’m sure this is a redundant thing to say but there have been a lot of following going on in the last few weeks and I wanted to both thank everyone who started keeping tabs on me, and also apologize for the sad lack of art.
It’s been quite a week, but my vacation is over and although that also means Back to Work, it also means a more predictable schedule where I can plan out my drawing.
Also, I’ve been working on specialized illustrations for an eventual book, so I may post small sneaks around from time to time. It also gives me opportunity to practice my illus-style stuff as I haven’t put together full compositions with colour and shit in quite a long while. Comic page composition and illus comp are two different things, apparently and it takes some getting used to for me. I hope it goes well.
Thanks again, hope to feed your eyes again soon.
This new guy is Fafnir Blaze. Who ended up bound to his favourite farm draft when he was abducted for all those horrible experiments that resulted in the Fleet army. He’s a big guy, much more hefty than most of the other soldiers and uses some kind of blade lance to fuck people up. I’m fond of how nice and plain he looks. Not many adornments except for the brand on his back end which was actually the mark of his stable when he was a man of the land. He’s got a deep grey, almost black coat and mane of the same. Eyes are storm grey, usually jolly, and sharp to boot. He’s got a good sense of humor and enjoys a laugh, but not since being enslaved recently by a group of miners who use him to haul half ton carts full of raw ore down tracks both choked with dust and rough on the hooves. He has a temper, but well hidden beneath a generous layer of hopelessness and resignation for his fate. It takes a good deal of abuse to get a rise out of him and thus far nobody has pushed him to the point where he has needed to defend himself out of desperation. He craves good food and good company, misses his wife and children, and can sleep standing like a rock through almost anything. His shackles are locked onto him and mark him as a slave. Unfortunately the locks are arcane and beyond his ability to break. His harness has not been removed for years either.
Posted the first two guys on Y!gallery already at the following link http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/808893/ but figured I’d stick it here for posterity’s sake since I’ll be posting more random sketches of Fleet guys here in the near future.
Painting sketch of Damien that some peeps got to see in flats as a voting incentive on the site. Will also be included in the book along with one of Haku. Probably will start that sketch next….
The sketch for the OTHER guy’s portrait I’m painting for the book omake section. He’s already finished, but I’m not going to be uploading the finished images. Those are special for those who order the book one day. Pardon the roughness of the lines I used a fat brush for some reason.
Gotta say, aside from Trance’s MCs this is my favourite character. He belongs to Dango and I adore him.
