Megonaut: finished.

Smile, little bear.

His name is Bernard, the main character in a story being written by a friend of mine.  It's a fantastic story with a heartwarming end.  Bernard is brave and never without a sense of optimism even in the toughest of times.

This was just a Photoshop doodle to try out some colors.  Not finished, and with some anatomical errors, but you get the general idea.

Wooah, listen to the music~

A fun experiment of painting in Photoshop.

I found a tutorial I really enjoyed about this kind of process, and I decided to try it myself. Still need to practice the act of painting in general, but overall I like this look.

I still tend to keep my art simplified in a cartoon-y way, but I'm okay with that. I'm not a hyper-realist or anything.

Your hair smells like food.

I love my Pokemaaaaaaans. :]

Pacie is my Quagsire, and my faaaaavorite. I had a dream that she was real and following me around and when I hugged her she was squishy and soft.

Of course, I was just hugging my pillow in my sleep.

I can never write down what I mean.

I'll be close behind.

"Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
Cause we'll hold each other soon
The blackest of rooms

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark"

--DCFC

Your red sky at night won't follow me...

Lots of things have been flooding my brain lately.

I feel numb and incomplete.
Like.
A verse, with no chorus for companionship.

On repeat; "Cold Days from the Birdhouse" by The Twilight Sad

Where the toiling ghosts spring.

" At night they would go walking ‘till the breaking of the day,
The morning is for sleeping…
Through the dark streets they go searching to see God in their own way,
Save the nighttime for your weeping…
Your weeping…

Singing la lalalalala la lé…
And the night over London lay…

So we rode down to the river where the toiling ghosts spring,
For their curses to be broken…
We’d go underneath the arches where the witches are in the saying,
There are ghost towns in the ocean…
The ocean…"

Cemeteries Of London © Coldplay

show me your heart.

I can't get enough of Iron Man.

I was called a female Tony Stark. Which is pretty much the most badass statement ever.