magic tree tutorial: http://ryky.deviantart.com/art/Magic-Tree-step-by-step-tutorial-423824527
Life as i see it
"the fault is not in our stars, but in ourselves"
Sunday 27 April 2014
Thursday 17 April 2014
Wednesday 16 April 2014
work in progress/ forgot i had this thing :3
my brain: " hey i know your trying to do your holiday homework and all buuuuuuuuut you should draw P.B"
Saturday 12 October 2013
My new devintart ID
So i got a new deviantart page because i didnt like my other username and didnt want to pay to change it soooooooo yea. I only have this picture up at the moment but im close to finishing annie and tibbers ^_^
Tuesday 24 September 2013
Art
i decided i didnt like levy -_- so i stopped working on it. Also the last photoshoped drawing i did was around Easter when i did marshell-lee and fiona. So here is Annie from league of legends and i will finish this one ^_^
Friday 23 August 2013
Creative writting
I was thrown forwards. My shoes squeaked against the floor
as I readjusted myself. I looked up at him. He held the book closed on his lap,
a bookmark poking out from his place. “I don’t care HOW people read, I care IF
they read” He smiled with the corner of his mouth, leaning back in his seat,
pleased with my answer. His hair was black and uneven, longer that the
front then it was at the back. A satchel that was covered with anime characters
and Japanese text rested against his leg. I was seated on the singular seat
with one opposite me. It was the type of seat you sat at if you wanted to sit
alone. But the train was full. The seats had been covered with an itchy blue
fabric that was never the same shade as the seat next to you. A shiver ran down
my spine as my neck touched the cold metal bar above the top of the seat. The
windows were scratched and had become an awful yellow colour that made the
train look older than it probably was. I looked down at the book. His hands
covered the title. “What’s the book?” His half smile shrunk. “You know those
books that are yours?” he pushed his glasses and turned to look beyond the
yellow window “you know those books that are so special and rare that sharing
them feels wrong?” I followed his gaze.
It was still raining. I called it dry rain. Of cause rain
isn’t dry but if you were to walk in this rain you wouldn’t get so wet. He
sighed looking back at me “But I suppose I could share it with you” His fingers
curled around the book as if he was still reluctant to share. He handed the
book to me and rested his hands in his lap. I looked down at it. The book was
red with two white silhouettes on the cover each with the same name inside of
them “Will Grayson Will Grayson” I
flipped the book and looked back up at him. I scanned his face. I noticed a hit
of regret in his eyes that had been hidden under his hair. I handed him the
book. “I’d love to read it” He paused. His eyes widened for a moment before he
laughed and took out a pen. He scribbled on the inside cover and handed the
book back to me. His fingers pinched the bookmark so that it slid out of the
book as I took it. I looked at him. He smiled at me. It wasn’t his half smile
it was his real smile.
I was thrown forwards
as the train came to a screeching halt. The train was old and screeched
each time it approached a station then stopped with a tremendous jolt. He
stood, clutching a satchel in his hand, smiled once more and left. I listened
to people closing their umbrellas and moving about the train. I placed my own
satchel on his seat and opened the book. His hand writing was messy and barely
readable. I studied it. I was able to decipher the numbers scrawled under the
authors note. However the name above it remained a mystery to me. I reached
down into my own satchel. I dug through it until I felt my phone and pulled it
out. I clicked it so it would show the time. 10:27.
__________
He sat down opposite me. A book placed in his lap and a
satchel at his side. “Books or kindle’s?” His mouth curved into a half smile.
I was thrown forwards. My shoes squeaked against the floor
as I readjusted myself. I looked up at him. “I don’t care HOW people read, I
care IF they read” He smiled, leaning back in his seat, pleased with my answer.
“What’s your name?”
“Sebastian” I answered.
Friday 2 August 2013
Saturday 6 July 2013
Wednesday 3 July 2013
Nerd Fighters
Saturday 22 June 2013
Supernova
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