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I am back! Huzzah. Now listen close, for I am interesting. Here is my February daily_deviant post at Insanejournal: Title: "The Honeymooners"
Artist: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) blue_onion
Media: Wacom tablet, Opencanvas, Photoshop
Characters: Bill/?
Rating: PG-13/Soft R. Sort of NWS.
Warnings: Impending bestiality? Or not? You decide. And a little peek of man-butt.
Themes/kinks chosen: Mock Marriage.
Artist's notes: So here's the background story. In a wizarding tradition similar to that of Hinduism, the Weasleys decide to consult a Divinations expert in regards to fortune of Bill and Fleur prior to their wedding. To their horror, the fortune teller predicts that Bill's first wife will die within the first month of marriage. Thus, once again in the style of some rural South Indian villages, it is decided that Bill will marry an 'alternative bride', divorce her, and then marry Fleur so that the other bride will die instead of her. But some arcane wizarding law pops up, as it often does it in fanfiction, and it is discovered that even a mock marriage must be consummated to be considered legal. Heh. Heh. Heh. Art preview:
 ( Click me ) In other news, have any of you heard of a man named Fela Kuti? He's kind of like the Nigerian triad love child of James Brown, Malcolm X, and Hugh Hefner. I discovered his music last week and it is phenomenal. It's called Afrobeat, and it's this amazing blend of jazz and West African Highlife. Kuti was a human rights activist who was educated in London but sang chiefly in pidgin English to reach out to more Africans. He was deeply hated by the Nigerian government, was a total misogynist who had over 20 wives, once accused Paul McCartney (to his face) of "trying the steal the black man's music", and would never perform a song live again after it was recorded, no matter how much he was begged. Check him out.
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Thank you so much, anonymous gift donor! This little mass of pixels has put a smile on my face and a bounce in my step and probably vaccinated me against smallpox. :D |
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This is my November post from daily_deviant at insanejournal. Title: "Feast"
Artist: blue_onion
Media: Wacom tablet, Opencanvas, Photoshop
Characters: Draco/Fenrir
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: It's funny when you have to warn for a lack of porn. Sorry, it's more creepy than erotic. Oh, and imending non-con and violence.
Themes/kinks chosen: "Draco is bitten by Fenrir as punishment from Voldemort for not killing Dumbledore."
Artist's notes: I'm not sure if I missed any sort of clause in the community rules requiring explicit pornography, and if that's the case, I apologize. I was kind of more interested in the horrific buildup before the actual bite, like watching a predator play with its food. In this case, literally. Art preview:
 ( Click me ) In other news, I just came back from the hospital after having my appendix removed. My roommate took me to the hospital but had to go to work after waiting with me for an hour. The worst part was going into the surgery itself alone. Happily, my mom and some relatives drove 5 hours to come and see me and took care of me last night. I am now headed for a painkiller induced nap.
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J.K ROWLING HAS CONFIRMED THAT DUMBLEDORE IS GAY. "In front of a full house of hardcore Potter fans at Carnegie Hall in New York, Rowling, sitting on the stage on a red velvet and carved wood throne, read from her seventh and final book, "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows," then took questions. One fan asked whether Albus Dumbledore, the head of the famed Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft, had ever loved anyone. Rowling smiled. "Dumbledore is gay, actually," replied Rowling as the audience erupted in surprise. She added that, in her mind, Dumbledore had an unrequited love affair with Gellert Grindelwald, Voldemort's predecessor who appears in the seventh book. After several minutes of prolonged shouting and clapping from astonished fans, Rowling added. "I would have told you earlier if I knew it would make you so happy."
-Newsweek Web I cannot put into words the amount of joy I am feeling right now. Yeah, we all suspected after Book 7, but to hear it confirmed makes me squee inside. I love the fact that it wasn't a huge deal in the book and that Rowling didn't act like it was either when she revealed it in Carnegie Hall. It's just another little thing that makes him human.
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Hooray! This is a repost of my daily_deviant post over at insanejournal. Untitled
Pairing: Ron/Tonks
Rated NC-17 - Not Worksafe (Nudity, Het sex, Blindfold, Pegging) Preview:
 ( If you click here and you're under 18, I will know. And I will hunt you down and tell all your friends that you stuff your bra. Even if you're a guy. Especially if you're a guy. ) Anyway, today during one of my drawing classes, the reason why I truly love being an art student really hit home for me during the following exchange: David: You know, whenever I'm drawing some sort of scene with two or more characters I've created, I'll start hearing rhetorical conversations between them in my head. Then I'll start making the imaginary facial expressions my imaginary characters will make during their imaginary conversation. Is that weird?
Me: Oh my god, I do that too!
Ryan: Oh my god, I do that too!
Mandy: Oh my god, I do that too!
Ashley: Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP. I have such a fucking hangover. In what other classes will you experience such a camaraderie with your fellow weirdos?
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I am a hot little potato. Yes I am.
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Can Milla Jovovich go like five minutes without being put in a tank and genetically fiddled with? I mean, she was biologically engineered by wayward scientists in the Fifth Element, Ultraviolet, the Resident Evil movies... I bet every morning that she doesn't wake up suspended in a fishbowl full of amniotic fluid with tubes of Special Zombie Potion #9 being pumped into her neck, must be a blessing.
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Title: "Teamwork" Pairing: Harry/Colin Creevey/Romilda Vane Rating: Hard R, NWS Summary: Harry's two craziest fans team up and ambush him in the elevator/lift on his way to work at the Ministry. Kinks/Warnings: Dub con, threesome, light bondage, clothed erection, boygroping, sweat ( Time for smut! )
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I got a call from my roommate earlier this week saying that there was an A/C leak in my room and water seeped into my carpet for several days. This took place in the corner of my room. The corner of the room where I, wily as a fox, chose to keep my giant portfolio. I came back to my apartment from my parents' house today. The maintenance people already came by and changed the drain on the A/C and left a giant fan to dry up the moisture under the carpet, though now it seems the upstairs neighbor's A/C is leaking. I just spent the past hour wearing a pair of latex gloves and weeding out the salvageable from the hopelessly destroyed. The portfolio was a mess, housing about eight year's worth of sketches, paintings, chalk drawings, pastel work, scrap paper, and print plates. About 80% of them are moldy at the edges and give off a dead, noxious odor. Most of it was crap, to be honest, nothing that I can boast about. There was a lot of blank paper, unused and misshapen hunks of leftover boards I used to mount work, and little doodles or sketches from 5 minute still life exercises. The most important pieces, the ones I was saving to submit for my graphic design upper division portfolio next year can be salvaged and just need to be cleaned and remounted on fresh boards. I wound up throwing out half of the portfolio's contents. Not to sound melodramatic or anything, but... it was like a chronicle of nearly a decade of my life. I sifted through those pages for the first time in years, remembering the soft spoken boy that used to peer over my shoulder when I drew one piece, the songs I would play over and over again when I painted another. The way I used to leave my sketchbook lying around to desperately fish for compliments when I was 12. The epic struggles with rubber print stamps, the delightful quickies with Sharpie markers. They shredded as neatly as string cheese in my hands. Silverfish scurried out of them. I'm left with the highlights of my art education, and not the evidence that I've evolved. It's... really a godawful feeling. Umm. On a lighter note, I'm going to start posting HP drawings again soon, including my reaction to DH. Woo.
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The other day, while I was driving to work, there was a mid-sized turtle on the road. At that moment, I vowed to start a chain reaction of random acts of kindness that would eventually snowball into worldwide nuclear disarmament. (Or a Free Cake Day.) Unable to stop directly on the street, I parked in the nearest parking lot, and then ran a quarter of a mile down the median to find the turtle and carry it over to the grass. And by the time I'd gotten to it, someone had already run it over. FUCKER FUCKY. ...Rest in peace, Mr. Turtle. In other news, I have concluded that I am sexually attracted to my tablet. It's at my apartment. I've been at my parents' house for the summer and haven't had the time, privacy, or tablet access to draw smut. I have been overwhelmed with a wave of longing for it, the likes of which cannot be spun into words. I'm going home in a month, but it feels like eons away. I have decided to name it Pepito. Pepito, my love, I shall return to you soon. Soon.
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I love children. With ranch dressing. |
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I am still a douchebag. But now, I am a douchebag who has finally completed giftart for adalanne! (Check this out: hold out your hand, palm facing down. That's the sensation of hell freezing over.) The request was for some Remus/Luna. I figured that one of the principle features of this relationship would be a lot of patience for some very, very strange requests. Also, it is worth mentioning that the two of them are about two minutes away from their doom. Title: "Bait"
Rating: G ( Read more... ) Caption: "One of Luna Lovegood's unsung traits, which reared its head during a hunt for the Welsh Reticulated Borgamamie, was her masterful power of persuasion."
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For this month's post to the daily_deviant, the prompt I picked was 'foot massage'. I guess this scene... well, it started out as a foot massage. "Instep"
Harry/anyone. Use your imagination. Rated PG-13/soft R. ( Checka dis. ) In other news, I am a douchebag to the nth degree. How so, you ask? Somehow, my dumb ass completely forgot that I owe my last caption contest winner, adalanne, some Remus/Luna. Since LAST OCTOBER. How in name of Vishnu did I forget this? Because- and I cannot stress this enough- I am a douchebag. Yessiree Bob. I am a bag of douche. And I'm leaving my tablet behind to spend the summer at my parents' house this weekend, so I have to scramble to finish it after my finals are over this week. That may very well be the last doodle I can post until August, when I come back to college and have porn-related freedom again. Unless I go into sneaky onion mode. Which is very sneaky indeed. Hmm.
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i haven't slept for more than two hours at a time for four days. AND EVERYONE'S HEAD IS STARTING TO LOOK LIKE A PINEAPPLE MONSTER. i hate finals *cries*
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We went out for pan-asian cuisine in hot pursuit of some MSG loaded goodness, and my friend got the weirdest fortune cookie ever. It read, and I am not making this up: "Never smell the inside of a hat". ... Shit, what the hell does that mean?
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Is it really so much to ask for the world of journalism to, maybe once a in blue moon, do the responsible thing instead of the hugely profitable thing? I'm not allowing myself to watch any of these NBC videos of the VA Tech killer posing with his gun and going off on his tangential spew-fest of vitriol. I want to, and I'm quelling the urge. I'm beginning to recognize that this desire to watch it something akin to the same horrified fascination of passerby drivers slowing down to gape at 6 car pileups on the highway. This hateful idiot is dead, and indulging his self-glorification is not going to do anyone good, least of all his victims or their grieving families. I know that it's fascinating. I mean, who wouldn't want to be able to study this guy and be able to make useful generalizations about the red flags to look out for in a potential mass murderer? But the so called telltale characteristics that psychiatrists are no doubt underlining as the news unfolds this week about this douchebag, are not all that uncommon. I can name several acquaintances off the top of my head who are unusually quiet, don't have that many friends, write extremely violent fiction or are prone to violent fantasies, or have access to weaponry. Am I living in a pit of sociopaths waiting for a chance to strike? I highly, highly doubt it. Because 99.9% of the population won't burn that one very last bridge. Airing the video footage mailed by the killer to NBC might have made for memorable tv, and that sells. And two weeks later, when another huge event takes place, that event will take precedent in terms of airtime, and this horrific tragedy will very slowly begin to fade from our collective short attention span. But guess who'll remember the VA Tech killer's words the most? All the isolated and angry loners out there, who can't determine the source of their hurt and summarily blame the world at large. One might recall this media frenzy and, and it's not a big stretch for them to wonder, "Why not go out with a bang?". I don't... want to be resigned to the ways of irresponsible media. Why can't anyone consider the long term effects of inadvertently lionizing the killer and not his victims? I want to see more about the victims, how their families are trying to heal and recover from this terrible loss, and what, if anything, I, an outsider, can do to help. I want more coverage on other events that happened today- the landmark Supreme Court ruling on abortions, Vermont's call for the impeachment of Bush and Cheney- hell, even what happened to Paris Hilton's vagina this week. You hear that? I'd actually rather hear about Paris Hilton's vagina. That's how nauseating Cho Seung-Hui's monopolization of airtime has gotten. As a college student, this event has especially hit home for me, and I'm still deeply saddened by this senseless and horrific act of violence. Unfortunately, my reaction is the same to the media coverage of it. My heart goes out to victims and their families.
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So it goes, Mr. Vonnegut. |
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