Hello peoples. I'll be doing wedding pictures for Kal's wedding ^^
Here's the info I need.
What you look like.
Hair color
Hair Style
Eye color
Glasses?
Piercings?
Other facial features
BFF/GF/BF/Spouse (if you want to be drawn with them)
What you'll be wearing (and what your other will be wearing) Pictures are a HUGE help!
And anything else you think might be helpful. Be as descriptive as you can please!
I'll try to draw as many as I can, but I don't know how many I'll be able to do. I also won't be coloring most of them. Just nice clean sketches, maybe with one color or something. We'll see ^^
COMMENT SOON~!
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
Part one of the Feminae Fortes Clan. Happy birthday Kallie!
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived a beautiful princess. Her eyes were like cornflowers and her hair a glossy raven’s wing. She wore only the finest gowns of rich silk and spent her days practicing poetry and music. The land she ruled prospered under her, and when her people had a dispute, they came to their princess, and she settled the argument fairly. Her name was Kallista Pendragon and-
“Michelle! Come downstairs please.” Michelle sighed and slumped forward, hitting her forehead to the pages of her book. She breathed in the musty, comforting smell of a well-loved book for a moment before shutting it carefully and sliding off her bed. Trooping downstairs on sock clad feet, she went to the kitchen, where her mother waited impatiently.
“What took so long?” She asked, obviously not caring about the answer. Michelle shrugged as she stood listlessly, awaiting orders.
“I’ll be working late tonight.” Michelle’s mother informed briskly “So some dinner would be nice. I’m in the mood for a roast chicken with carrots. And don’t forget to clean up after yourself.” She grabbed her purse and keys, and breezed out the door, leaving her daughter alone in the darkened kitchen. Michelle sighed and pushed her hair out of her face. Today was going to be busy. She had to make dinner, clean up after it, vacuum, clean the bathrooms, and then there were leaves to rake in the front lawn. What a great way to spend a Saturday. Her thoughts strayed upstairs to the book waiting on her bed.
“Well,” She thought “A half hour of reading before a day of chores is fair, right?”
Michelle sighed dreamily and shut her book. It was her favorite, a thrilling love story about a princess unfairly accused and banished, but then she returned to her kingdom after many hair-raising adventures, handsome prince in tow. She ran her fingers slowly over the worn cover, which had once been rich crimson, but now was faded to almost pink.
“Someday. Someday I will find my prince and I’ll escape. Just like the princess.” She stared out the window for a moment, then jumped off her bed
“Oh CRAP.” her feet skidded on the hardwood floor as she ran downstairs. Somehow, the day had decided to into warp drive while she was reading, it was now 6 o’clock and getting dark. There was no way she could cook a whole chicken in the hour before her mom was supposed to return home. She grabbed a twenty from the food money tin in the cabinet and threw on shoes and a coat. If she hurried, she could go buy a roasted chicken from the store, and be back in time to make the carrots. She hurried out, pausing only to lock the door before setting off at a half-run. The chilly November air blew around her, sending little twisters of dead leaves spinning past. For a second, Michelle could have sworn she saw a face in the leaves, a girl one eye covered, before the leaves spun away again. Shivering, Michelle pulled her coat closer and hurried onwards. A few blocks later, she noticed her shoe was untied, and bent down to tie it. What she unfortunately did not notice was the ally behind her, and the three men lurking in it. She straightened up again, frowning and starting to turn. A man with the stature and smell of a bear came up behind her, wrapping his hairy arms around her waist and actually lifting her up a few inches. Michelle gave a short scream as she was carried back into the ally, her cry cut short as a hand was clapped over her mouth. A punk kid, with badly dyed green hair and a switchblade lurked nervously behind a the man with his hand over Michelle’s mouth, who reeked of booze
“Gimme all your money or I‘ll-” A sharp crack echoed in the alleyway and he staggered backwards clutching his forehead. A thin stream of blood trickled from between his fingers and his eyes unfocused. The sound as he hit the asphalt floor of the ally reminded Michelle of a watermelon splitting open.
“The fu-!” The punk jumped and his eyes focused on something behind the small mountain of a man who was holding Michelle.
“Why you little-!” He ran past them, switchblade out in a clumsy lunge. His battle cry was cut off with a short squeal, and several cracks and screams of pain.
A moment later he went flying past, all the fingers on his right hand bent strangely, and crashed into the alley wall. He groaned and went still. Startled, The Bear dropped Michelle and turned to face the new threat. The “threat” was a solidly built young girl, with glasses that shielded her green eyes and scraggly brown hair that fell in her face.
“’Sup?” She asked, bursting into flames. Michelle screamed as the girl was enveloped, but then her eyes widened as the girl did not burn. Her eyes and the end of every hair burned like the hottest part of the fire, but she was not consumed. She just kept burning. The Bear gave a startled yell and took a few steps backwards, almost crushing Michelle. The flames streaked down the girl’s face like tears, running down her neck into her shirt collar. A second later the fire spread out from under her t-shirt sleeves, tracing down her arms to her hands, where it pooled slowly. Out of the corner of her eye, Michelle saw the punk kid stir, getting to his knees while cradling his broken hand. While the fire pooled and took shape in her palms, the punk staggered to his feet, grabbing the switchblade in his good hand and lunging towards the glowing girl.
“You bitch!” he screamed, driving the knife towards her chest. A short hiss, like a snake, and then a soft “Swoosh” and the punk stopped dead. Astonished, he stared at a second woman, who seemed to glow in the dim light of the alley. Her silver hair shined and the one eye that wasn’t covered by an eye patch surveyed him solemnly. The punk’s knife wielding arm had been buried in the woman’s chest, the tip of the knife actually sticking out from her back a little. She had no legs, from her waist down she was a wisp of silvery gray mist, bobbing and rocking gently from the force for the blow. He tugged at his arm futilely, trying to release himself.
“Good catch, Sayen” The burning girl said, the fire in her hands flashing white for a second, then astonishingly solidifying into twin pistols, one held in each hand. This all happened in the space of mere seconds, Michelle and the astonished Bear looking on.
“Soooooo…” the burning girl, hair and eye’s still blazing demonically, drew her word out for such longer then really necessary.
“What we going to do with this little goon?” she circled slowly around the trapped and terrified punk.
“W-what the hell are you?” He yelled, pulling desperately on his trapped arm while trying to keep the twin pistols in sight at all times.
“Heh.” The burning girl jammed the barrel of one gun into his mouth and put the other to his temple. The punk’s eyes widened and he tried to mumble around the barrel, begging and pleading.
“What’s so funny?” The silver girl, Sayen, asked
“He said ‘what’ not ‘who’.” the burning girl elaborated
“Yes, I heard him” Sayen rolled her one silver eye
“It’s funny.”
“Not really.”
“You have weird humor.”
“Says the girl who tells dead monkey jokes.”
“Touché.” she pulled the triggers, sending both bullets into the punk’s head. In the deathly quiet moment after the shots, the punk’s eye’s rolled back into his head, a little dribble of blood oozing form the corner of his mouth. Michelle screamed as he hit the ground, arm slipping easily out from Sayen’s chest. The Bear, who had been frozen in shock, was galvanized back into action by the shots and the scream. With a roar he charged at the girls, only to be shot neatly between the eyes. He fell right on top of the punk, and the girls both winced sympathetically.
“That will leave a mark” Sayen muttered softly before turning to Michelle and asking louder
“Are you ok?” Michelle stared at her, dumbstruck.
“Psst, Sayen, legs.” The burning girl, still blazing cheerfully away with pistols in hand hissed.
“Wha? Oh, right.” Sayen looked vaguely see-through and frayed around the edges, like a watercolor painting. Slowly she came into focus, solidifying and taking mass. Her legs materialized and she touched down gently.
“So, are you ok?” Sayen asked, “I’m sorry if I frightened you.”
“She… just… killed them!” Michelle’s voice rose with each word as she pointed with a trembling finger to the burning girl, who had been staring vaguely out into the distance.
“What?” she blinked and came back to earth “Wazzgoinon?”
“You just killed three people!” shrieked Michelle
“Nah… They’ll be fine!” The burning girl smiled
“You shot them.”
“Asides from that they’ll be fine.” with a soft whoosh the burning girl extinguished, her hair returning to brown and her eyes taking on a less demonic shade.
“My bullets are special. In a couple of hours, those goons will wake up just fine. Asides from mild concussions and blinding headaches. And I might have kinda-sorta-maybe broken some of the guy with green hair’s fingers.” Michelle looked at her blankly
“You must have a different definition of ‘fine’ where you come from.”
“I no spreken da engleesh.”
“Ignore her” Sayen sighed “If you can argue with Liz then you’re probably fine. If you want we can escort you back to your home. You’ll be plenty safe there.”
“Uh, sure…” Michelle said unenthusiastically,
‘Like I could ever go back home and live a normal life after I saw someone get a knife stuck right through their chest. Literally stuck. And Miss burning wonder over there.’ she thought, glancing out from the corner of her eye at the girl called Liz. She was staring off into space again.
“I have a question though…”
“Of course, what is it?” Sayen asked kindly
“Just who the heck are you people?”
“We are proud members of the Feminae fortes clan.” Liz announced pompously “A group of proud warrior women that have banded together to protect humanity for centuries! We- ow ow ow Sayen that’s my foot”
“I’m Sayen Salazar, and this is Elisabeth Vague.” Sayen said, causally digging her high heeled boot into Liz’s high-tops.
“The pain… the pain!”
“I’m Michelle; it’s nice to meet you.” The girls shook hands while Liz dramatically complained about her foot.
“Thanks for saving me. From those guys and all.” Michelle said bashfully “How did you do it though? You weren’t even touching the ground! And I have no idea what she was doing either.” she gestured over to Liz,
“Hahaha, story of my life.” Sayen grinned “I am the daughter of the seven nations, born to lead my people to the Promised Land. That job stunk so I joined the Feminae fortes clan. Liz is the perfect example, not of how a clan member should act, but of how they should use their powers to protect others.”
“What are her powers?”
“Ya’ see this?” Liz happily head butted her way into the conversation and bust into flames again. Startled, Michelle shied away from the fire.
“Dun worry, it won’t hurt you” she smiled and the fire leaked from her eyes again, trailing down her arms and forming the duel pistols in her hands.
“These guns, my troll guns, are made out of bits of my soul, which is the fire you see right now. They fire little chips of my soul out at people, which pass through them and disrupt their soul, making them pass out. The soul chips then return to me like a boomerang, so my soul stays intact and doesn’t corrupt.” Liz walked over and pulled the drunkard, the one she had first shot, up by the hair.
“See?” She pointed to a small raised mark in the shape of an X. It was placed neatly between the drunk’s eyes and lighter then the rest of his skin. “That’s where my soul entered his head and knocked him out.” She contemplated the mark “A fine shot if I do say so myself.”
“Indeed.” Sayen nodded, then turned to Michelle. “We’ll escort you home now if you want.”
“Er, sure, I guess…” she sighed, looking away from Sayen’s intense one-eyed gaze.
“Unless…” Sayen smiled knowingly “You don’t want to?” Michelle’s head snapped up.
“What do you mean…?” she asked carefully.
“I ran away from home when I was sixteen.” Sayen shrugged casually, like it was no big deal, and continued “I lived rough for the first couple of days. Enough time to realize I needed a home.”
“And a shower” Muttered Liz
“And a shower.” Agreed Sayen, “If you want, you can come with us. And if it doesn’t work out you can return back home, no problem.” Michelle couldn’t believe her ears. Unless she had a hearing problem, these girls had just asked her to run away from home and come with them, two freaks of nature that she had met barely five minutes ago.
“You guys own a house?” She wondered
“Nah, we live in a group home with a few other people. The matron takes care of us all. Pays the bills and such” Liz said. She was kneeling down and poking the side of The Bear’s head with her pistols, obviously bored.
“So, you want me to come live in a group home with you. I don’t even know you guys!”
“It’s in Ireland~” Liz singsong-ed
“What?” Michelle pretended she didn’t hear
“The house is in Ireland. On a lovely piece of property too, all green rolling hills. They have stables and a nice little duck pond you can swim in during the summer. Lucky is in charge of the gardens, we have roses the size of your head! In all different colors too. The purple ones are my favorite.” Liz smiled, not the overly stretched maniacal grin of before, but a soft one.
“…” Michelle looked out from the alleyway towards the street. She had grown up in this town, and lived life better then most, but still, she couldn’t help but feel she was always meant for something more. Something more then just living the life her parents her wanted for her.
“Can I have a few minutes to pack?” Liz and Sayen both grinned.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KALLIE~! *hugs* I couldn't finish the whole story in time, so it's going to be multi-part ^^ I hope you like it! *hugs again*
“Michelle! Come downstairs please.” Michelle sighed and slumped forward, hitting her forehead to the pages of her book. She breathed in the musty, comforting smell of a well-loved book for a moment before shutting it carefully and sliding off her bed. Trooping downstairs on sock clad feet, she went to the kitchen, where her mother waited impatiently.
“What took so long?” She asked, obviously not caring about the answer. Michelle shrugged as she stood listlessly, awaiting orders.
“I’ll be working late tonight.” Michelle’s mother informed briskly “So some dinner would be nice. I’m in the mood for a roast chicken with carrots. And don’t forget to clean up after yourself.” She grabbed her purse and keys, and breezed out the door, leaving her daughter alone in the darkened kitchen. Michelle sighed and pushed her hair out of her face. Today was going to be busy. She had to make dinner, clean up after it, vacuum, clean the bathrooms, and then there were leaves to rake in the front lawn. What a great way to spend a Saturday. Her thoughts strayed upstairs to the book waiting on her bed.
“Well,” She thought “A half hour of reading before a day of chores is fair, right?”
Michelle sighed dreamily and shut her book. It was her favorite, a thrilling love story about a princess unfairly accused and banished, but then she returned to her kingdom after many hair-raising adventures, handsome prince in tow. She ran her fingers slowly over the worn cover, which had once been rich crimson, but now was faded to almost pink.
“Someday. Someday I will find my prince and I’ll escape. Just like the princess.” She stared out the window for a moment, then jumped off her bed
“Oh CRAP.” her feet skidded on the hardwood floor as she ran downstairs. Somehow, the day had decided to into warp drive while she was reading, it was now 6 o’clock and getting dark. There was no way she could cook a whole chicken in the hour before her mom was supposed to return home. She grabbed a twenty from the food money tin in the cabinet and threw on shoes and a coat. If she hurried, she could go buy a roasted chicken from the store, and be back in time to make the carrots. She hurried out, pausing only to lock the door before setting off at a half-run. The chilly November air blew around her, sending little twisters of dead leaves spinning past. For a second, Michelle could have sworn she saw a face in the leaves, a girl one eye covered, before the leaves spun away again. Shivering, Michelle pulled her coat closer and hurried onwards. A few blocks later, she noticed her shoe was untied, and bent down to tie it. What she unfortunately did not notice was the ally behind her, and the three men lurking in it. She straightened up again, frowning and starting to turn. A man with the stature and smell of a bear came up behind her, wrapping his hairy arms around her waist and actually lifting her up a few inches. Michelle gave a short scream as she was carried back into the ally, her cry cut short as a hand was clapped over her mouth. A punk kid, with badly dyed green hair and a switchblade lurked nervously behind a the man with his hand over Michelle’s mouth, who reeked of booze
“Gimme all your money or I‘ll-” A sharp crack echoed in the alleyway and he staggered backwards clutching his forehead. A thin stream of blood trickled from between his fingers and his eyes unfocused. The sound as he hit the asphalt floor of the ally reminded Michelle of a watermelon splitting open.
“The fu-!” The punk jumped and his eyes focused on something behind the small mountain of a man who was holding Michelle.
“Why you little-!” He ran past them, switchblade out in a clumsy lunge. His battle cry was cut off with a short squeal, and several cracks and screams of pain.
A moment later he went flying past, all the fingers on his right hand bent strangely, and crashed into the alley wall. He groaned and went still. Startled, The Bear dropped Michelle and turned to face the new threat. The “threat” was a solidly built young girl, with glasses that shielded her green eyes and scraggly brown hair that fell in her face.
“’Sup?” She asked, bursting into flames. Michelle screamed as the girl was enveloped, but then her eyes widened as the girl did not burn. Her eyes and the end of every hair burned like the hottest part of the fire, but she was not consumed. She just kept burning. The Bear gave a startled yell and took a few steps backwards, almost crushing Michelle. The flames streaked down the girl’s face like tears, running down her neck into her shirt collar. A second later the fire spread out from under her t-shirt sleeves, tracing down her arms to her hands, where it pooled slowly. Out of the corner of her eye, Michelle saw the punk kid stir, getting to his knees while cradling his broken hand. While the fire pooled and took shape in her palms, the punk staggered to his feet, grabbing the switchblade in his good hand and lunging towards the glowing girl.
“You bitch!” he screamed, driving the knife towards her chest. A short hiss, like a snake, and then a soft “Swoosh” and the punk stopped dead. Astonished, he stared at a second woman, who seemed to glow in the dim light of the alley. Her silver hair shined and the one eye that wasn’t covered by an eye patch surveyed him solemnly. The punk’s knife wielding arm had been buried in the woman’s chest, the tip of the knife actually sticking out from her back a little. She had no legs, from her waist down she was a wisp of silvery gray mist, bobbing and rocking gently from the force for the blow. He tugged at his arm futilely, trying to release himself.
“Good catch, Sayen” The burning girl said, the fire in her hands flashing white for a second, then astonishingly solidifying into twin pistols, one held in each hand. This all happened in the space of mere seconds, Michelle and the astonished Bear looking on.
“Soooooo…” the burning girl, hair and eye’s still blazing demonically, drew her word out for such longer then really necessary.
“What we going to do with this little goon?” she circled slowly around the trapped and terrified punk.
“W-what the hell are you?” He yelled, pulling desperately on his trapped arm while trying to keep the twin pistols in sight at all times.
“Heh.” The burning girl jammed the barrel of one gun into his mouth and put the other to his temple. The punk’s eyes widened and he tried to mumble around the barrel, begging and pleading.
“What’s so funny?” The silver girl, Sayen, asked
“He said ‘what’ not ‘who’.” the burning girl elaborated
“Yes, I heard him” Sayen rolled her one silver eye
“It’s funny.”
“Not really.”
“You have weird humor.”
“Says the girl who tells dead monkey jokes.”
“Touché.” she pulled the triggers, sending both bullets into the punk’s head. In the deathly quiet moment after the shots, the punk’s eye’s rolled back into his head, a little dribble of blood oozing form the corner of his mouth. Michelle screamed as he hit the ground, arm slipping easily out from Sayen’s chest. The Bear, who had been frozen in shock, was galvanized back into action by the shots and the scream. With a roar he charged at the girls, only to be shot neatly between the eyes. He fell right on top of the punk, and the girls both winced sympathetically.
“That will leave a mark” Sayen muttered softly before turning to Michelle and asking louder
“Are you ok?” Michelle stared at her, dumbstruck.
“Psst, Sayen, legs.” The burning girl, still blazing cheerfully away with pistols in hand hissed.
“Wha? Oh, right.” Sayen looked vaguely see-through and frayed around the edges, like a watercolor painting. Slowly she came into focus, solidifying and taking mass. Her legs materialized and she touched down gently.
“So, are you ok?” Sayen asked, “I’m sorry if I frightened you.”
“She… just… killed them!” Michelle’s voice rose with each word as she pointed with a trembling finger to the burning girl, who had been staring vaguely out into the distance.
“What?” she blinked and came back to earth “Wazzgoinon?”
“You just killed three people!” shrieked Michelle
“Nah… They’ll be fine!” The burning girl smiled
“You shot them.”
“Asides from that they’ll be fine.” with a soft whoosh the burning girl extinguished, her hair returning to brown and her eyes taking on a less demonic shade.
“My bullets are special. In a couple of hours, those goons will wake up just fine. Asides from mild concussions and blinding headaches. And I might have kinda-sorta-maybe broken some of the guy with green hair’s fingers.” Michelle looked at her blankly
“You must have a different definition of ‘fine’ where you come from.”
“I no spreken da engleesh.”
“Ignore her” Sayen sighed “If you can argue with Liz then you’re probably fine. If you want we can escort you back to your home. You’ll be plenty safe there.”
“Uh, sure…” Michelle said unenthusiastically,
‘Like I could ever go back home and live a normal life after I saw someone get a knife stuck right through their chest. Literally stuck. And Miss burning wonder over there.’ she thought, glancing out from the corner of her eye at the girl called Liz. She was staring off into space again.
“I have a question though…”
“Of course, what is it?” Sayen asked kindly
“Just who the heck are you people?”
“We are proud members of the Feminae fortes clan.” Liz announced pompously “A group of proud warrior women that have banded together to protect humanity for centuries! We- ow ow ow Sayen that’s my foot”
“I’m Sayen Salazar, and this is Elisabeth Vague.” Sayen said, causally digging her high heeled boot into Liz’s high-tops.
“The pain… the pain!”
“I’m Michelle; it’s nice to meet you.” The girls shook hands while Liz dramatically complained about her foot.
“Thanks for saving me. From those guys and all.” Michelle said bashfully “How did you do it though? You weren’t even touching the ground! And I have no idea what she was doing either.” she gestured over to Liz,
“Hahaha, story of my life.” Sayen grinned “I am the daughter of the seven nations, born to lead my people to the Promised Land. That job stunk so I joined the Feminae fortes clan. Liz is the perfect example, not of how a clan member should act, but of how they should use their powers to protect others.”
“What are her powers?”
“Ya’ see this?” Liz happily head butted her way into the conversation and bust into flames again. Startled, Michelle shied away from the fire.
“Dun worry, it won’t hurt you” she smiled and the fire leaked from her eyes again, trailing down her arms and forming the duel pistols in her hands.
“These guns, my troll guns, are made out of bits of my soul, which is the fire you see right now. They fire little chips of my soul out at people, which pass through them and disrupt their soul, making them pass out. The soul chips then return to me like a boomerang, so my soul stays intact and doesn’t corrupt.” Liz walked over and pulled the drunkard, the one she had first shot, up by the hair.
“See?” She pointed to a small raised mark in the shape of an X. It was placed neatly between the drunk’s eyes and lighter then the rest of his skin. “That’s where my soul entered his head and knocked him out.” She contemplated the mark “A fine shot if I do say so myself.”
“Indeed.” Sayen nodded, then turned to Michelle. “We’ll escort you home now if you want.”
“Er, sure, I guess…” she sighed, looking away from Sayen’s intense one-eyed gaze.
“Unless…” Sayen smiled knowingly “You don’t want to?” Michelle’s head snapped up.
“What do you mean…?” she asked carefully.
“I ran away from home when I was sixteen.” Sayen shrugged casually, like it was no big deal, and continued “I lived rough for the first couple of days. Enough time to realize I needed a home.”
“And a shower” Muttered Liz
“And a shower.” Agreed Sayen, “If you want, you can come with us. And if it doesn’t work out you can return back home, no problem.” Michelle couldn’t believe her ears. Unless she had a hearing problem, these girls had just asked her to run away from home and come with them, two freaks of nature that she had met barely five minutes ago.
“You guys own a house?” She wondered
“Nah, we live in a group home with a few other people. The matron takes care of us all. Pays the bills and such” Liz said. She was kneeling down and poking the side of The Bear’s head with her pistols, obviously bored.
“So, you want me to come live in a group home with you. I don’t even know you guys!”
“It’s in Ireland~” Liz singsong-ed
“What?” Michelle pretended she didn’t hear
“The house is in Ireland. On a lovely piece of property too, all green rolling hills. They have stables and a nice little duck pond you can swim in during the summer. Lucky is in charge of the gardens, we have roses the size of your head! In all different colors too. The purple ones are my favorite.” Liz smiled, not the overly stretched maniacal grin of before, but a soft one.
“…” Michelle looked out from the alleyway towards the street. She had grown up in this town, and lived life better then most, but still, she couldn’t help but feel she was always meant for something more. Something more then just living the life her parents her wanted for her.
“Can I have a few minutes to pack?” Liz and Sayen both grinned.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KALLIE~! *hugs* I couldn't finish the whole story in time, so it's going to be multi-part ^^ I hope you like it! *hugs again*
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Guns, guns, and more guns. (And me shooting said guns)
Wow, what happened to my fanfic blog? It seems to have turned into a blog about my life. *shrugs* Meh, whatever ^^ I'm be posting some stories soon. Very soon ;) And before you ask, I'm not telling ;3
So, the deal here is some of the Appleseed crew got together to shoot at long range. Out to 300 yds, or about 300 meters for you weird British folks ;P Me, my dad, my uncle Chuck, Dan, and James (who has an awesome accent) were there, and we had about... Er... 15 rifles between us? Something like that. We all rotated and took turns shooting each others rifles and putting them on the "Do want" list of things to buy ^^
Me shooting my uncle Chuck's M1 Garand, which is very much so on the "Do want" list. That thing kicked like a bloody mule :P Ignore the people talking in the background, they weren't in our group.
So, the deal here is some of the Appleseed crew got together to shoot at long range. Out to 300 yds, or about 300 meters for you weird British folks ;P Me, my dad, my uncle Chuck, Dan, and James (who has an awesome accent) were there, and we had about... Er... 15 rifles between us? Something like that. We all rotated and took turns shooting each others rifles and putting them on the "Do want" list of things to buy ^^
Me shooting my uncle Chuck's M1 Garand, which is very much so on the "Do want" list. That thing kicked like a bloody mule :P Ignore the people talking in the background, they weren't in our group.
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| My friend Todd's (he wasn't there because we wife is preggers.) AR with sweet eotech holographic sights. |
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| My dad's AR with tech sights and a GI web sling. And boots, which belong to me ^^ |
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| Yay! The Pink! :D Sooooo good to shoot her again (yes, my rifle is a girl, deal with it) |
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| My friend Dave's AR (with open sights) on the right and his M1 A on the left. The M1 A has a folding tripod on the front and open sights. |
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| My uncle Chuck's M1 Garand, with open sights and GI web sling |
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| James shooting his M1 A (I think) James is a FANTASTIC shot. He put's the bullets in the same hole every time. After a ten round string he'll have a single hole in the paper. |
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| Uncle Chuck and his M1 Garand |
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| Dave shooting his M1 A in the foreground and me shooting the AR in back. |
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| I love the Garand :3 |
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| My dad, with Dave hiding from the camera behind him, and Uncle Chuck setting up his gear. |
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| Uncle Chuck and Garand in foreground, Dave and M1 A in middle ground, and me and the AR in the background. |
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Pompeii pictures!
No, I didn't go to Pompeii :P I went to museum of Science in Boston with my family for my mom's birthday. Mom loves Pompeii, so dad got us tickets for the exhibits ^^ It was amazing, and heartbreaking.
The Casts. When the people were buried in hot ash, they left behind imprints of themselves. They're amazingly detailed and heartbreaking. These were once living humans (and a dog) that choked to death on burning hot ash. It's just... really powerful to see them in person.
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| My phone wallpaper :3 |
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| You see that card there. This is a LOAF OF BEAD. That survived a VOLCANO. o.O damn... |
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| Gladiators helmet! |
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| A young lady covering her face from the ash |
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| A man and a lady (married, perhaps) that wouldn't leave the other to die alone |
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| Skeletons found in a bathhouse people had taken shelter in. |
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| A man's face |
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| A guard dog that was left behind. It strangled itself on it's chain when it was trying to get away. |
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| Me, my sister, and my brother underneath the exhibit poster. |
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Birthday loot!
Hello people of earth! (and wherever you are from, Dragona :P) As you may or may not know, today is my birthday! And birthday means presents! So I'm showing you all my loot, because I can ^^
And I also go some other stuff, like a nice light purple shirt, some blue and pink hair dye, a new set of PJ's and some really cool (but very heavy) earrings that are skull and crossbones ^^
*hugs* Thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday! :D You guys really made my day ^^
And thanks to Kallie, who wrote a fantastic poem you should all go comment on [link]
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| The shirt on the left says "i pwn boys" :3 and I do. I love the middle shirt <3 <3 <3 |
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| YAAAA I got a cellphone~! |
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| My epica new headphones. I would be wearing them now, but they make my ears too hot :P |
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| The amazing little tophat my brother got for me. It had just woken up and was still in bed when he came and gave this to me. Just kind threw it in my face with no wrappings. I wore it over my bedhead to breakfast :3 |
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| Leather working tools! So I can add leather craftsman to my rather huge list of skills ^^ I'm going to make a pair of steampunk goggles, and maybe a nice belt :3 |
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| BWHAHAHAHA *snort* HAHAHAHA |
And I also go some other stuff, like a nice light purple shirt, some blue and pink hair dye, a new set of PJ's and some really cool (but very heavy) earrings that are skull and crossbones ^^
*hugs* Thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday! :D You guys really made my day ^^
And thanks to Kallie, who wrote a fantastic poem you should all go comment on [link]
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Feminae fortes clan
Hellboy told me to post something.
So I did.
*hugs Kal*
Comment or I'll eat your face off
The original: [link]
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Spent bullet casing jewelry
Hey guys, just a quick post to get some feed back on these jewelry pieces i made. This is the first time i ever made anything like this, so i would like feedback ^^. If people like it, i might just open up a shop on Etsy and sell earring, bracelets, key rings, necklaces and whatever else i can make ^^
All the .22 brass was gathered at the Appleseed this weekend. My feet are killing me, but it was a lot of fun!
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| This is a spent .22 long rifle casing, about an inch or so long and hanging from a sliver tone cord with barrel clasps at the ends. I let the brass soak in a solvent for a while, then took it out, rinsed it, and polished it lightly with a very fine grain sandpaper. Then i punched a hole in the end and strung it up ^^ I also made one for my little sister, but with a green bead at the end. |
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| These are the earrings. I cleaned the brass the same way as before and strung it on french hook earring wires. They jingle when i shake my head ^^ |
Sunday, July 24, 2011
This is Spartaaaaa! JK, its really fanfic ;D
Hello everyone! I've been plotting this fanfic since before I stopped writing fanfic, so I figured I might as well share my ideas with you lot. Have fun!
After four straight days of clouds, the sun was finally showing over the Vampire Inn. Victor certainly wasn’t complaining. He had grown used to the sunshine during his month long stay in Texas, working as a temporary guard at The Warehouse. His gray eyes scanned the parking lot as he slammed his car door shut. All the usual cars were in there usual spots, it was as if nothing had changed. Smiling broadly, he walking up the crumbling cement stairs and nodded at Ralf, the stone frog that acted as a doorman to the Inn. Ralf appeared to be asleep, but the door was open about an inch, so he just walked in.
“Victor! Welcome back!”
“Hey man! How are you doin’?”
“Ooo, Victor you’re so tan! What’s Texas like?”
The babble of many exited vampires filled the room almost instantaneously and he smiled, waving and greeting his friends. Moving quickly through the crowd, he walked up the stairs. About halfway from the top, a flurry of green fabric launched it’s self over the upper railing and fell a few feet before landing in front of him.
“Bonjour, Victor”
“Hallo, Eloise” The short, French vampire grinned and gave him a bear hug.
“It is good to see you again!”
“Same to you, shorty” she thumped him on the shoulder and smiled again, willing to let the degrading nickname slide just this once. Straightening her skirt, she led him up the stairs and chattered amiability about all that he had missed. Pausing only to make sure no one had messed with his room and to dump his suitcase on the bed, he continued onwards towards Bridget’s room. Eloise trailed behind him, hovering uncertainly. Victor knocked quietly and then barged right in, already smiling…
… at an empty room.
After four straight days of clouds, the sun was finally showing over the Vampire Inn. Victor certainly wasn’t complaining. He had grown used to the sunshine during his month long stay in Texas, working as a temporary guard at The Warehouse. His gray eyes scanned the parking lot as he slammed his car door shut. All the usual cars were in there usual spots, it was as if nothing had changed. Smiling broadly, he walking up the crumbling cement stairs and nodded at Ralf, the stone frog that acted as a doorman to the Inn. Ralf appeared to be asleep, but the door was open about an inch, so he just walked in.
“Victor! Welcome back!”
“Hey man! How are you doin’?”
“Ooo, Victor you’re so tan! What’s Texas like?”
The babble of many exited vampires filled the room almost instantaneously and he smiled, waving and greeting his friends. Moving quickly through the crowd, he walked up the stairs. About halfway from the top, a flurry of green fabric launched it’s self over the upper railing and fell a few feet before landing in front of him.
“Bonjour, Victor”
“Hallo, Eloise” The short, French vampire grinned and gave him a bear hug.
“It is good to see you again!”
“Same to you, shorty” she thumped him on the shoulder and smiled again, willing to let the degrading nickname slide just this once. Straightening her skirt, she led him up the stairs and chattered amiability about all that he had missed. Pausing only to make sure no one had messed with his room and to dump his suitcase on the bed, he continued onwards towards Bridget’s room. Eloise trailed behind him, hovering uncertainly. Victor knocked quietly and then barged right in, already smiling…
… at an empty room.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Bridget's back!
I'm posting here so people who don't have a dA can comment
Woot! It's everyone's favorite surly vampire!
Those of you who follow my blog know that I've been steering away from fanfic for the time being, so it was great to draw Bridget again ^^
PLEASE COMMENT. Comments are love
Woot! It's everyone's favorite surly vampire!
Those of you who follow my blog know that I've been steering away from fanfic for the time being, so it was great to draw Bridget again ^^
PLEASE COMMENT. Comments are love
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Picture!!
Holy shoot it's been a while since i posted. I am still alive.I'm sure you're all thrilled. Have a picture
Me, doing what i do best, which is annoying Dragona ^^ He looks so cuteee~ :3
Comment or i won't post anymore pics! legit threat! rawr! >:3
Comment or i won't post anymore pics! legit threat! rawr! >:3
Monday, June 6, 2011
Announcement!
I have decided to stop writing fanfic. I don't know how long it will be for, or if i'll start again, but i want to work on a different project and don't want the pressure of writing fanfic right now. Don't worry, i'm fine and nothing has happened that suddenly killed my writing spirit, i just want to work on other stuff ^^ And i'll still roam blogland, so its not like i'm dead or anything. ^^ I might post little bit here and there of fanfic, when i get tired of working on my other project, and i'll still post with pictures and such. :D I'm just taking a little break
Thursday, June 2, 2011
A pair of poems
These aren't done by me, a friend asked me to post them for her. She wants some feedback, so i gave her the link to my blog so she can see all your comments :)
On the outside looking in,
through the window trimmed in black
of a house on the finest block.
The little girl paused and dreamed,
longing ached in her heart
She saw a mothers love for her tiny child,
so sweet and pure, deep and precious
It warmed the little girl from deep inside
Even as she stood with bare feet in the snow,
thin shoulders barely covered with a second hand threadbare shawl.
The aroma of a delicious meal, coming from the kitchen
wafted under her nose, teasing her
with the rich spices and savory cooked chicken.
Family would come and gather
under the warm glow of the glittering chandelier
And raise their crystal glasses to another good year.
But for the small child standing outside,
loneliness, cold, and hunger her only companions,
She treasured each sight and dreamed what it would be
If such loveliness was hers to enjoy.
Of silken sheets and chocolate treats.
While lounging on a soft bed in front of a flickering hearth.
You said your heart would always be mine,
We danced and laughed and shared deep with each other.
Love was awoken quickly after the spirit of kindred hearts lighted.
Your kindness amazed me your knowledge and understanding delighted me
.
And when I saw your gifts of poetry and writing
Your passions inspired me.
Now a short time later after a dark time apart,
I find myself refreshed once more with your presence.
Bittersweet as I see you suffer with many things on your heart
For a Jewel has captured your eye and quickly won your heart.
So I give it back this treasure that once was mine
Knowing it will shine brighter
When held by the right owner.
Love is not love when we keep it hidden from it’s purpose.
Love is love when it’s freed to fly high and land where it dreams.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
through the window trimmed in black
of a house on the finest block.
The little girl paused and dreamed,
longing ached in her heart
She saw a mothers love for her tiny child,
so sweet and pure, deep and precious
It warmed the little girl from deep inside
Even as she stood with bare feet in the snow,
thin shoulders barely covered with a second hand threadbare shawl.
The aroma of a delicious meal, coming from the kitchen
wafted under her nose, teasing her
with the rich spices and savory cooked chicken.
Family would come and gather
under the warm glow of the glittering chandelier
And raise their crystal glasses to another good year.
But for the small child standing outside,
loneliness, cold, and hunger her only companions,
She treasured each sight and dreamed what it would be
If such loveliness was hers to enjoy.
Of silken sheets and chocolate treats.
While lounging on a soft bed in front of a flickering hearth.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Oooo, a pretty necklace :3 and I made it!
Yayz I made a pretty necklace :3 The charms are people from my favorite animes ^^
One of the chains with all the charms
The Hetalia charms ^^ Clockwise from Gakuen Germany, is America, North Italy, England with Flying Mint Green Bunny, France, and Punk!England
Gah, i don't know why its flipped like that :/ These are from Fullmetal Alchemist, The one on top is Ed and the bottom is Winry
Grell, from Black Butler (Squee~ He's so awesome <3)
L and Light from Death Note (much love to that show, it's one of my favorites)
Japanese letters on one of the chains
Flying Mint Green Bunny on the other chain
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Sunny Italy... Part Six
“Bored. Boreddd. Boreeeedddddd. Borrrrreeeeeeeeeeddddddddddd-”
“Shut up already!” Michelle snapped, glaring at Lizzy, who was sprawled out in the backseat of the hotwired car.
“But I’m b-”
“If you say bored, I’m locking you out of the car” Lizzy fell silent. For approximately two seconds.
“When is Kallista going to get here?” she asked, admiring the vines she had doodled allover her wrist with a marker.
“I’m not sure, soon I think” barely a second after the words were out of Michelle’s mouth, a black motorcycle pulled into the little back ally. She rolled down the window and waved to Kallista, who immediately parked and pulled off her helmet.
“They all went into that door” Lizzy said, popping her head out of the back window “No one else has gone in and no one has come out.”
“Great, thanks” Kallista muttered hurriedly, jogging towards the door and checking her sword’s scabbard at the same time.
“Right, you two stay here, I’ll be back in a minute” Kallista hurried into the shadows beyond the door.
“Wow, she’s in a rush” Lizzy commented blandly, opening the car door and climbing out.
“Where are you going?” Michelle asked suspiciously as the younger girl stretched a few times.
“I’m just goin’ to get a closer look…” Liz flashed a quick smile and cracked her knuckles
“Sureeeee you are… But Kallista told us to stay here.” Lizzy blinked a few times and cocked her head to the side
“So?” Michelle sighed and face palmed
“I forgot you have a problem with following orders” Liz pointed at her friend
“Damn straight” she said, arching her eyebrows comically and turning for the door.
“Wait” Michelle dug in her pocket and took out the folding knife Liz had handed her “Take this”
“Naw, I don’t need it” Liz smiled cheerfully and waved goodbye, leaving Michelle sitting in the drivers set of the car, knife in hand. She sighed and slumped back in the seat. Liz was going to get herself killed, or worse, bitten. Sighing again, she opened the folding knife and inspected the blade. It was nice and sharp, drawing a thin bead of blood to her fingertip when she touched it lightly. Perfect.
Lizzy crept quietly down the hall, sticking to the shadows at the edges of the hallway. She heard voices and carefully edged forwards, pressing her back to the rough wall and sliding towards the corner. It was a blind corner and she couldn’t see around it, but she could hear every work that was spoken.
“-if you won’t go peacefully I will escort you there forcefully” Kallista’s was saying calmly and then silence for a seconds before the Azeman spoke
“Make me” it said in a nasty, sneering tone. There was the sharp clatter of metal hitting the concrete floor and then a light rustle of cloth as someone moved suddenly. The tension in the air was so think you could cut it with a knife as Liz exhaled slowly and reached behind her, to the small of her back. Her paint-spattered fingers closed slowly around a smooth plastic grip. With another deep breath, she stepped swiftly around the corner and dropped to one knee, pulling the small pistol from the holster at the small of her back and squeezing off one quick shot before ducking back around the corner. The shot hit the ground at the Doona’s feet and it yelped, releasing Kallista instinctively and staggering back a step. Kallista darted forwards the second the pressure of Doona’s grip left her throat, snatching her sword up from the ground and taking a fighting stance facing the Azeman. Bridget recovered from her shock at the unexpected shot and stepped forwards so she was next to Kallista. She reached into her battered leather jacket and pulled her whip from its secret pocket, cracking it once and grinning cruelly. Victor and Eloise also joined the impromptu battle formation, Victor standing at Bridget’s side and Eloise standing at Kallista’s, both sinking into Chinese fighting stances. The Azeman took another look at the warriors and narrowed its eyes. It’s edges started to fray and become less defined, like you were looking at it threw a few feet of water. Kallista darted forwards and thrust squarely into its chest, but the blade passed straight threw, throwing her slightly off balance. Bridget’s whip cracked loudly in the small space, wrapping lightly around Kallista’s narrow waist. With a sharp yank Bridget pulled her friend out of the way as the Azeman’s solid fist came swinging towards her.
“Thanks…” Kallista muttered, regaining her balance and re-assessing their enemy. It seemingly had grown larger, now looming easily eight and a half feet in the small hallway. It’s hands were the size of dinner plates and tipped with needle-like claws and Doona was making no effort to conceal its triangular sharks teeth, which gleamed in sharp contrast to it’s ebony skin.
“What’s going on?” the Don poked his head out of the office door. He had heard the gunshot wanted to see what the matter was. Doona turned its yellow eyes to him, pinning him with the force of its gaze. It looked back to the vampires and Kallista, but the Don stayed were he was, frozen with a expression of fear on his face.
“Don’t look it in the eyes” Eloise muttered softly and Victor snorted
“No duh, Sherlock”
“Shut up before I rip your face off.” Bridget said crossly, not taking her eyes off the Azeman. Doona growled deep in its throat and crouched, slowly coiling its body like a spring, ready to strike. Bridget nodded imperceptibly and Eloise sprang forwards, whipping out her blades of choice, scalpels. At the same time Victor lunged forwards also, swinging his fists towards the Azeman’s stomach as Eloise went for it’s head. Doona moved lightning fast, swatting Eloise out of the air with it’s huge fist as she leaped for it’s head. She crashed into Victor and they both hit the ground hard. Before they could recover, the Azeman kicked them both out of the way. They both hit the wall with bone shattering force and lay still. The Azeman growled triumphantly, turning its yellow eyes to the last people standing, Kallista and Bridget. It hissed, a low, menacing sound in the back of it’s throat, before lunging directly for Bridget.
“Shut up already!” Michelle snapped, glaring at Lizzy, who was sprawled out in the backseat of the hotwired car.
“But I’m b-”
“If you say bored, I’m locking you out of the car” Lizzy fell silent. For approximately two seconds.
“When is Kallista going to get here?” she asked, admiring the vines she had doodled allover her wrist with a marker.
“I’m not sure, soon I think” barely a second after the words were out of Michelle’s mouth, a black motorcycle pulled into the little back ally. She rolled down the window and waved to Kallista, who immediately parked and pulled off her helmet.
“They all went into that door” Lizzy said, popping her head out of the back window “No one else has gone in and no one has come out.”
“Great, thanks” Kallista muttered hurriedly, jogging towards the door and checking her sword’s scabbard at the same time.
“Right, you two stay here, I’ll be back in a minute” Kallista hurried into the shadows beyond the door.
“Wow, she’s in a rush” Lizzy commented blandly, opening the car door and climbing out.
“Where are you going?” Michelle asked suspiciously as the younger girl stretched a few times.
“I’m just goin’ to get a closer look…” Liz flashed a quick smile and cracked her knuckles
“Sureeeee you are… But Kallista told us to stay here.” Lizzy blinked a few times and cocked her head to the side
“So?” Michelle sighed and face palmed
“I forgot you have a problem with following orders” Liz pointed at her friend
“Damn straight” she said, arching her eyebrows comically and turning for the door.
“Wait” Michelle dug in her pocket and took out the folding knife Liz had handed her “Take this”
“Naw, I don’t need it” Liz smiled cheerfully and waved goodbye, leaving Michelle sitting in the drivers set of the car, knife in hand. She sighed and slumped back in the seat. Liz was going to get herself killed, or worse, bitten. Sighing again, she opened the folding knife and inspected the blade. It was nice and sharp, drawing a thin bead of blood to her fingertip when she touched it lightly. Perfect.
Lizzy crept quietly down the hall, sticking to the shadows at the edges of the hallway. She heard voices and carefully edged forwards, pressing her back to the rough wall and sliding towards the corner. It was a blind corner and she couldn’t see around it, but she could hear every work that was spoken.
“-if you won’t go peacefully I will escort you there forcefully” Kallista’s was saying calmly and then silence for a seconds before the Azeman spoke
“Make me” it said in a nasty, sneering tone. There was the sharp clatter of metal hitting the concrete floor and then a light rustle of cloth as someone moved suddenly. The tension in the air was so think you could cut it with a knife as Liz exhaled slowly and reached behind her, to the small of her back. Her paint-spattered fingers closed slowly around a smooth plastic grip. With another deep breath, she stepped swiftly around the corner and dropped to one knee, pulling the small pistol from the holster at the small of her back and squeezing off one quick shot before ducking back around the corner. The shot hit the ground at the Doona’s feet and it yelped, releasing Kallista instinctively and staggering back a step. Kallista darted forwards the second the pressure of Doona’s grip left her throat, snatching her sword up from the ground and taking a fighting stance facing the Azeman. Bridget recovered from her shock at the unexpected shot and stepped forwards so she was next to Kallista. She reached into her battered leather jacket and pulled her whip from its secret pocket, cracking it once and grinning cruelly. Victor and Eloise also joined the impromptu battle formation, Victor standing at Bridget’s side and Eloise standing at Kallista’s, both sinking into Chinese fighting stances. The Azeman took another look at the warriors and narrowed its eyes. It’s edges started to fray and become less defined, like you were looking at it threw a few feet of water. Kallista darted forwards and thrust squarely into its chest, but the blade passed straight threw, throwing her slightly off balance. Bridget’s whip cracked loudly in the small space, wrapping lightly around Kallista’s narrow waist. With a sharp yank Bridget pulled her friend out of the way as the Azeman’s solid fist came swinging towards her.
“Thanks…” Kallista muttered, regaining her balance and re-assessing their enemy. It seemingly had grown larger, now looming easily eight and a half feet in the small hallway. It’s hands were the size of dinner plates and tipped with needle-like claws and Doona was making no effort to conceal its triangular sharks teeth, which gleamed in sharp contrast to it’s ebony skin.
“What’s going on?” the Don poked his head out of the office door. He had heard the gunshot wanted to see what the matter was. Doona turned its yellow eyes to him, pinning him with the force of its gaze. It looked back to the vampires and Kallista, but the Don stayed were he was, frozen with a expression of fear on his face.
“Don’t look it in the eyes” Eloise muttered softly and Victor snorted
“No duh, Sherlock”
“Shut up before I rip your face off.” Bridget said crossly, not taking her eyes off the Azeman. Doona growled deep in its throat and crouched, slowly coiling its body like a spring, ready to strike. Bridget nodded imperceptibly and Eloise sprang forwards, whipping out her blades of choice, scalpels. At the same time Victor lunged forwards also, swinging his fists towards the Azeman’s stomach as Eloise went for it’s head. Doona moved lightning fast, swatting Eloise out of the air with it’s huge fist as she leaped for it’s head. She crashed into Victor and they both hit the ground hard. Before they could recover, the Azeman kicked them both out of the way. They both hit the wall with bone shattering force and lay still. The Azeman growled triumphantly, turning its yellow eyes to the last people standing, Kallista and Bridget. It hissed, a low, menacing sound in the back of it’s throat, before lunging directly for Bridget.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Oliver Jones
Just a little drawing to see how drawing with pens works. I really like how it came out, so keep a look out for more like it! I used a really cheap ballpoint pen, in case you were wondering. And also you won't be hearing more about Oliver Jones, so please don't ask ^^
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Sunny Italy... Part Five
“Hello” Doona said smugly, pushing the muzzle of the gun slightly into Bridget’s chest. Bridget’s face remained mostly the same, the only indication of her shock being her eyebrows raising slightly. Victor started to take a step forward, but she held out her arm, stopping him.
“Doona, what a surprise…” Bridget wasn’t even being sarcastic
“You aren’t going to get me back to Africa, so don’t even try. I will kill you.”
“Hmm, that’s nice. Now what the hell are you talking about?” Doona cocked its head to the side
“The Italian sanctuary ordered my deportation, but you won’t take me back” the Azeman glared fearsomely at the vampires. Bridget raised her eyebrows
“Need I repeat?” she asked smoothly, “What the hell are you talking about?” the Azeman looked confused
“You aren’t going to take me back?” it asked hopefully
“How can she take you back if she doesn’t know what you’re talking about? Victor asked crossly, frowning while his girlfriend remained cool.
“Wrong people, we’re just here to meet with your boss. It’s a pure coincidence that we happen to be vampires” Bridget pushed the revolver away from her chest and handed Doona the bullets. The African vampires eyes widened as it checked the chambers, every single one was empty. Bridget had removed the bullets from the six shot revolver while they had been talking without anyone, even Victor or Eloise, noticing.
“Come on” Bridget walked off down the hall, smirking softly to herself. The smirk dropped slowly as she sensed something, someone, moving in the thick shadows at the edges of the corridor. She sniffed twice, bringing the stale sent of mold and concrete to her nose, a long with a strange sent that was out of place in this dank and gloomy tunnel. Cherry blossoms. The smirk sprang back into place and quickly became a full blown grin, even if it was a bit sadistic.
“Oh I get it…” she said, continuing to walk toward the exit, Eloise and Victor following, even if they were slightly confused.
“So it’s getting deported, eh? And the Italians sent you to do their dirty work?” Eloise cast a sideways glance at Bridget. She was looking straight ahead and seemed to be talking to someone that wasn’t there.
“I was called in on a favor...”
The Azeman gave a small yep of surprise and spun to look at where the voice was coming from. Emerging from the shadows was a long, gleaming blade, which was held to the Azeman’s throat. The person holding the blade was hidden in the shadows, the only thing showing was their eyes, which gleamed in the sparse light.
“Kallista, long time no see” Bridget said, turning calmly to look at the delicate young woman, vampire eyes easily piercing the shadows to see her clearly.
“Same to you” Kallista smiled brightly, teeth gleaming in the darkness “Eloise, Victor, nice to see you” the vampires nodded politely, slightly startled by the sudden turn of events, and Kallista returned her attention to the Azeman, which was still held at sword point.
“You have killed to many innocent people on Italian soil. The Italian Sanctuary hereby orders you to return to Africa peacefully, and if you won’t go peacefully I will escort you there forcefully” she said blandly, watching Doona’s expressions cartwheel quickly from shock to anger.
“Make me” it sneered, swiping the sword blade away in a lightning fast movement. It clattered to the ground as the Azeman lunged forward and grabbed Kallista’s throat, pulling her in front of it like a human shield. Bridget, who had started forward at the first sign of movement, stopped as the Azeman gripped Kallista in a sleeper hold. If it applied pressure then she would be unconscious in seconds… or it could break her neck. Bridget calmly chewed her lip, sharp teeth drawing blood as she pondered how to beat the Azeman to a bloody pulp without it killing Kallista before she could get to it. She didn’t like fighting enemies like this, she had no idea how fast or strong it was, or what it was capable of. It was completely unknown and therefore this fight could get very, very messy and drag on for a while. That couldn’t happen because the longer a fight went on the better chance there was of the Azeman getting in a lucky hit. Bridget needed a way to end this quickly and with little bloodshed from her or her friends. The answer to Bridget’s thoughts came in the form of a bullet…
“Doona, what a surprise…” Bridget wasn’t even being sarcastic
“You aren’t going to get me back to Africa, so don’t even try. I will kill you.”
“Hmm, that’s nice. Now what the hell are you talking about?” Doona cocked its head to the side
“The Italian sanctuary ordered my deportation, but you won’t take me back” the Azeman glared fearsomely at the vampires. Bridget raised her eyebrows
“Need I repeat?” she asked smoothly, “What the hell are you talking about?” the Azeman looked confused
“You aren’t going to take me back?” it asked hopefully
“How can she take you back if she doesn’t know what you’re talking about? Victor asked crossly, frowning while his girlfriend remained cool.
“Wrong people, we’re just here to meet with your boss. It’s a pure coincidence that we happen to be vampires” Bridget pushed the revolver away from her chest and handed Doona the bullets. The African vampires eyes widened as it checked the chambers, every single one was empty. Bridget had removed the bullets from the six shot revolver while they had been talking without anyone, even Victor or Eloise, noticing.
“Come on” Bridget walked off down the hall, smirking softly to herself. The smirk dropped slowly as she sensed something, someone, moving in the thick shadows at the edges of the corridor. She sniffed twice, bringing the stale sent of mold and concrete to her nose, a long with a strange sent that was out of place in this dank and gloomy tunnel. Cherry blossoms. The smirk sprang back into place and quickly became a full blown grin, even if it was a bit sadistic.
“Oh I get it…” she said, continuing to walk toward the exit, Eloise and Victor following, even if they were slightly confused.
“So it’s getting deported, eh? And the Italians sent you to do their dirty work?” Eloise cast a sideways glance at Bridget. She was looking straight ahead and seemed to be talking to someone that wasn’t there.
“I was called in on a favor...”
The Azeman gave a small yep of surprise and spun to look at where the voice was coming from. Emerging from the shadows was a long, gleaming blade, which was held to the Azeman’s throat. The person holding the blade was hidden in the shadows, the only thing showing was their eyes, which gleamed in the sparse light.
“Kallista, long time no see” Bridget said, turning calmly to look at the delicate young woman, vampire eyes easily piercing the shadows to see her clearly.
“Same to you” Kallista smiled brightly, teeth gleaming in the darkness “Eloise, Victor, nice to see you” the vampires nodded politely, slightly startled by the sudden turn of events, and Kallista returned her attention to the Azeman, which was still held at sword point.
“You have killed to many innocent people on Italian soil. The Italian Sanctuary hereby orders you to return to Africa peacefully, and if you won’t go peacefully I will escort you there forcefully” she said blandly, watching Doona’s expressions cartwheel quickly from shock to anger.
“Make me” it sneered, swiping the sword blade away in a lightning fast movement. It clattered to the ground as the Azeman lunged forward and grabbed Kallista’s throat, pulling her in front of it like a human shield. Bridget, who had started forward at the first sign of movement, stopped as the Azeman gripped Kallista in a sleeper hold. If it applied pressure then she would be unconscious in seconds… or it could break her neck. Bridget calmly chewed her lip, sharp teeth drawing blood as she pondered how to beat the Azeman to a bloody pulp without it killing Kallista before she could get to it. She didn’t like fighting enemies like this, she had no idea how fast or strong it was, or what it was capable of. It was completely unknown and therefore this fight could get very, very messy and drag on for a while. That couldn’t happen because the longer a fight went on the better chance there was of the Azeman getting in a lucky hit. Bridget needed a way to end this quickly and with little bloodshed from her or her friends. The answer to Bridget’s thoughts came in the form of a bullet…
Monday, May 9, 2011
Sunny Italy... Part Four
The two American girls sat in the hotwired car, air-conditioning turned all the way up and radio on. Liz had found a sharpie in her pocket and was doodling on her hands as Michelle tried to get in touch with Kallista.
“Kallista’s five minutes away” she said, closing her phone and leaning back into the seat.
“So we have to wait” Liz sighed and rubbed her hands over her face “I hate waiting”
The vampires followed Doona down the concrete hallway, which was lit only by a few bare bulbs. They took the concrete steps down towards the basement level, passing by a few door as they walked. Nothing stirred as the Azeman led them to door at the end of the corridor and held it open for them, bowing its head slightly in an indication to go through. Bridget sighed and rolled her shoulders once before walking boldly into the large room. Eloise and Victor followed, only a step or two behind her as they walking into a room that was designed to impress and leave someone awestruck. The floor were paneled in a deep colored wood that was a sharp contrast to the concrete floor and the walls were papered with a rich red printed paper, accented with gold. Bridget remained unimpressed, face impassive behind a blank mask. The person that could only be the Don stood up from behind his cherry wood desk and opened his arms in greeting.
"Hello! Welcome to my humble abode" he said in Italian, coming around the desk to shake each of there hands in turn. He was in his fifties, with black hair that was starting to go gray at the temples and a funny little mustache above his top lip. The pinstriped three piece suit he was wearing was well cut and looked expensive, but not overly flashy. Bridget didn't like him.
"My name is Vernanso, Don Vernanso, how may I call you?"
"Bridget"
"Victor"
"Eloise" The Don looked a little surprised at the vampire’s cold manner
“Not one’s for introductions, I see” he tried a small, friendly smile
“Correct. Now, what do you want? We have places to be” Bridget said in flawless Italian
“Such a hurry” the Don sighed and shook his head “Young people these days..." Bridget raised her eyebrows. Even Eloise, the youngest of the group, was at least triple this man's age. Young people indeed.
"Well, if you are really as rushed as you act, then I might as well be frank.” He dropped the smiling, cheerful act and glared directly at Bridget
“Which one of you killed Francesco?”
“That would be me.” Eloise spoke up boldly in halting Italian, matching the Don’s gaze
“You?” the Don looked incredulously at petite vampire. Eloise was only about 5 feet 3 inches, very thin and had a tendency to wear flowing dresses. She was not the sort of person you would expect to take down a Mafia boss.
“Were you aware that he had a wife and child?” the Don asked, coming out from behind the desk to stand before her.
“No, please send them my deepest condolences.” Eloise looked at him coolly, her mismatched eyes boring into his.
“Go Eloise…” muttered Victor under his breath, watching his friend hold her own against a very powerful crime boss. Bridget stepped on his foot.
“Is that really all you have to say? His child is only four years old.”
“Are you trying to make me be feel bad? Silly human” Eloise smiled, showing off her pointed incisors. The Don backed up a step, startled
“I wasn’t myself, if anything you should be blaming Victor, he didn’t keep the area clear properly.”
“Is that really the best you can do? Say you weren’t yourself and then try to shift the blame?” the Don recovered from his shock and shook his head in mock sadness.
“I quiet literally wasn’t myself. You should know what I’m taking about, you have an Azeman in your employ.”
“…A what?” The Don looked very confused and Bridget stepped in.
“Eloise, leave him.” The French vampire nodded and fell silent.
“This man is wasting my time” Bridget scowled and turned to leave, the others following. She paused for a second at the door and turned back, digging something out of her pocket. A wad of bills all bound up with an elastic band was tossed onto the Don’s desk.
“For the widow and her child. If you even think about touching it then I will kill you.” the threat was delivered in a cool and careless fashion, in a tone that left the Don no doubt that she would actually do it.
“This was a waste of time, that guy is clueless and was just trying to get money” Bridget pushed the door open and walked out, straight into the barrel of a gun.
“Kallista’s five minutes away” she said, closing her phone and leaning back into the seat.
“So we have to wait” Liz sighed and rubbed her hands over her face “I hate waiting”
The vampires followed Doona down the concrete hallway, which was lit only by a few bare bulbs. They took the concrete steps down towards the basement level, passing by a few door as they walked. Nothing stirred as the Azeman led them to door at the end of the corridor and held it open for them, bowing its head slightly in an indication to go through. Bridget sighed and rolled her shoulders once before walking boldly into the large room. Eloise and Victor followed, only a step or two behind her as they walking into a room that was designed to impress and leave someone awestruck. The floor were paneled in a deep colored wood that was a sharp contrast to the concrete floor and the walls were papered with a rich red printed paper, accented with gold. Bridget remained unimpressed, face impassive behind a blank mask. The person that could only be the Don stood up from behind his cherry wood desk and opened his arms in greeting.
"Hello! Welcome to my humble abode" he said in Italian, coming around the desk to shake each of there hands in turn. He was in his fifties, with black hair that was starting to go gray at the temples and a funny little mustache above his top lip. The pinstriped three piece suit he was wearing was well cut and looked expensive, but not overly flashy. Bridget didn't like him.
"My name is Vernanso, Don Vernanso, how may I call you?"
"Bridget"
"Victor"
"Eloise" The Don looked a little surprised at the vampire’s cold manner
“Not one’s for introductions, I see” he tried a small, friendly smile
“Correct. Now, what do you want? We have places to be” Bridget said in flawless Italian
“Such a hurry” the Don sighed and shook his head “Young people these days..." Bridget raised her eyebrows. Even Eloise, the youngest of the group, was at least triple this man's age. Young people indeed.
"Well, if you are really as rushed as you act, then I might as well be frank.” He dropped the smiling, cheerful act and glared directly at Bridget
“Which one of you killed Francesco?”
“That would be me.” Eloise spoke up boldly in halting Italian, matching the Don’s gaze
“You?” the Don looked incredulously at petite vampire. Eloise was only about 5 feet 3 inches, very thin and had a tendency to wear flowing dresses. She was not the sort of person you would expect to take down a Mafia boss.
“Were you aware that he had a wife and child?” the Don asked, coming out from behind the desk to stand before her.
“No, please send them my deepest condolences.” Eloise looked at him coolly, her mismatched eyes boring into his.
“Go Eloise…” muttered Victor under his breath, watching his friend hold her own against a very powerful crime boss. Bridget stepped on his foot.
“Is that really all you have to say? His child is only four years old.”
“Are you trying to make me be feel bad? Silly human” Eloise smiled, showing off her pointed incisors. The Don backed up a step, startled
“I wasn’t myself, if anything you should be blaming Victor, he didn’t keep the area clear properly.”
“Is that really the best you can do? Say you weren’t yourself and then try to shift the blame?” the Don recovered from his shock and shook his head in mock sadness.
“I quiet literally wasn’t myself. You should know what I’m taking about, you have an Azeman in your employ.”
“…A what?” The Don looked very confused and Bridget stepped in.
“Eloise, leave him.” The French vampire nodded and fell silent.
“This man is wasting my time” Bridget scowled and turned to leave, the others following. She paused for a second at the door and turned back, digging something out of her pocket. A wad of bills all bound up with an elastic band was tossed onto the Don’s desk.
“For the widow and her child. If you even think about touching it then I will kill you.” the threat was delivered in a cool and careless fashion, in a tone that left the Don no doubt that she would actually do it.
“This was a waste of time, that guy is clueless and was just trying to get money” Bridget pushed the door open and walked out, straight into the barrel of a gun.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Sunny Italy... Part Three
Please comment on the pic i did for Kallista! [link] and i can't actually hotwire cars TT.TT
The car drove slowly through the heavy traffic, making their journey of only about a mile last much longer. Eloise pestered Doona with questions that where deflected politely (for the most part) and Bridget stared out the window, bored and tense with anticipation. She didn’t know where they were going, but she knew that a fight was on the horizon, and no matter how hard she tried she was going to run straight into it. She didn’t really mind, she was in the mood for a good, rough, brawl that would leave bruises on her knuckles for weeks.
“I don’t think we’re going to get in a fight” Victor said, speaking the German he had learned as a boy
“What?” Bridget was shaken out of her violent thoughts.
“You were rubbing your knuckles, you only do that when you’re thinking about fighting.” Victor smiled “but lets try to keep this peaceful, ja?” Bridget sighed heavily
“Ja…” she cracked her knuckles and scowled. The Azeman parked in an alleyway behind a large hotel, next another car. It got out, gesturing for the European vampires to follow it through a small metal door, which it had unlocked with a key from it’s impressive key ring. Eloise was the last to enter, but she paused for a moment before passing through the gleaming glass and metal doors. She thought she caught the scent of something familiar and turned to scan the street. Nothing struck her as out of place, it was just a vaguely familiar sent. The wind shifted, erasing the sent and Eloise shook her head to clear it, causing her dreadlocks to bounce around wildly, and followed the other vampires into the hotel.
Michelle peeked her head carefully out form behind a parked car, just in time to see Eloise shake her head and disappear into the building.
“All clear” she said to Lizzy, who was flopped by the cars tire, panting. The girls had run all the way from the airport to the hotel, trying to follow the car without being spotted. The only reason that they had managed it was the noonday traffic was so heavy the car had barely gotten over 15mph.
“I think…” panted Lizzy “I’m dead. Do I look dead to you?” Michelle ignored her and studied the building, plotting about how they would get inside. Lizzy rambled on.
“I feel rather dead, but maybe its only heatstroke. It’s so bloody hot out! I miss the north and the cool” Michelle looked over her shoulder at the annoying girl
“Maybe you wouldn’t be so hot if you took off that…jacket…thingy…” she gestured to the oversized flannel shirt that Lizzy was wearing as a jacket. It was at least four sizes too big and so patched and ratty that it looked like might fall apart at any second. She flapped her hand, causing the overlong sleeves that covered her hands to flop around comically.
“I’ll live, are we goin’ in there?” she ginned, ready to go kick some butt
“No” Michelle said firmly “We’re two teenaged girls. Those are full grown men with guns. We’re going to wait for Kallista.”
“Fineeee~” Lizzy rolled her eyes and peeked into the windows of the car they were waiting behind before pulling a knife from her pocket and starting to slash away at the tires.
“Hey! Don’t do that!” Michelle grabbed Liz’s wrist.
“We’re going to have to go in there and whoever is in there is going to want to come out. So I get rid of the escape route.” She said this all rather fast, her words blending together. Liz handed the switchblade to Michelle and went over to the car that the vampires had just exited. She popped open the hood and started tugging wires and prodding at the car battery.
“What are you doing?” Michelle asked cautiously, watching her younger companion rip a few wires out of place and start fiddling with them.
“Lookin’ for the spare key.” She crossed the wires and the engine roared to life.
“Cheers~!” she said happily, slamming the hood shut and grinning like a maniac.
The car drove slowly through the heavy traffic, making their journey of only about a mile last much longer. Eloise pestered Doona with questions that where deflected politely (for the most part) and Bridget stared out the window, bored and tense with anticipation. She didn’t know where they were going, but she knew that a fight was on the horizon, and no matter how hard she tried she was going to run straight into it. She didn’t really mind, she was in the mood for a good, rough, brawl that would leave bruises on her knuckles for weeks.
“I don’t think we’re going to get in a fight” Victor said, speaking the German he had learned as a boy
“What?” Bridget was shaken out of her violent thoughts.
“You were rubbing your knuckles, you only do that when you’re thinking about fighting.” Victor smiled “but lets try to keep this peaceful, ja?” Bridget sighed heavily
“Ja…” she cracked her knuckles and scowled. The Azeman parked in an alleyway behind a large hotel, next another car. It got out, gesturing for the European vampires to follow it through a small metal door, which it had unlocked with a key from it’s impressive key ring. Eloise was the last to enter, but she paused for a moment before passing through the gleaming glass and metal doors. She thought she caught the scent of something familiar and turned to scan the street. Nothing struck her as out of place, it was just a vaguely familiar sent. The wind shifted, erasing the sent and Eloise shook her head to clear it, causing her dreadlocks to bounce around wildly, and followed the other vampires into the hotel.
Michelle peeked her head carefully out form behind a parked car, just in time to see Eloise shake her head and disappear into the building.
“All clear” she said to Lizzy, who was flopped by the cars tire, panting. The girls had run all the way from the airport to the hotel, trying to follow the car without being spotted. The only reason that they had managed it was the noonday traffic was so heavy the car had barely gotten over 15mph.
“I think…” panted Lizzy “I’m dead. Do I look dead to you?” Michelle ignored her and studied the building, plotting about how they would get inside. Lizzy rambled on.
“I feel rather dead, but maybe its only heatstroke. It’s so bloody hot out! I miss the north and the cool” Michelle looked over her shoulder at the annoying girl
“Maybe you wouldn’t be so hot if you took off that…jacket…thingy…” she gestured to the oversized flannel shirt that Lizzy was wearing as a jacket. It was at least four sizes too big and so patched and ratty that it looked like might fall apart at any second. She flapped her hand, causing the overlong sleeves that covered her hands to flop around comically.
“I’ll live, are we goin’ in there?” she ginned, ready to go kick some butt
“No” Michelle said firmly “We’re two teenaged girls. Those are full grown men with guns. We’re going to wait for Kallista.”
“Fineeee~” Lizzy rolled her eyes and peeked into the windows of the car they were waiting behind before pulling a knife from her pocket and starting to slash away at the tires.
“Hey! Don’t do that!” Michelle grabbed Liz’s wrist.
“We’re going to have to go in there and whoever is in there is going to want to come out. So I get rid of the escape route.” She said this all rather fast, her words blending together. Liz handed the switchblade to Michelle and went over to the car that the vampires had just exited. She popped open the hood and started tugging wires and prodding at the car battery.
“What are you doing?” Michelle asked cautiously, watching her younger companion rip a few wires out of place and start fiddling with them.
“Lookin’ for the spare key.” She crossed the wires and the engine roared to life.
“Cheers~!” she said happily, slamming the hood shut and grinning like a maniac.
A pic for Kallista!
Cheerful greeting. Witty comments. Apology for making Kallista wait so long. More witty comments. *dies*
Hope this makes your day a bit better :)
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| Here you are m'dear. I'm sorry for making you wait but the pic wouldn't cooperate *shot* |
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| Close up of Kallista. |
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| Close up of Dragona |
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| Close up of Octa |
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| Work in progress |
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The original (done over a month ago) |
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