Centuries

It isn't often that I find song lyrics that fit past or current situations of mine perfectly. So when I do, I put them to use.

 I was, for a long while, infatuated with a boy who listened to a LOT of loud, raucous metal music. He had emo-tastic hair and wore nothing but band shirts, and was the pain that fueled this art.

Little Fox

I've been experimenting with my tablet, and this is my favorite piece so far. You might remember Shelby, the little antlered fox from my sixth Inktober drawing. You may be seeing a lot of him on here in the future.

"Flirting"

Inktober 20th

An extension of my Inktober 18th.

Inktober 19th is brought to you by bitterness

Dark, dark chocolate, coffee, cyanide. The world is full of bitter things, and I am one of them. 

The whole Hufflepuff perspective on life, forgive and forget and that sort of thing, has never really come close to fitting me as well as the nicely-tailored gloves of bitterness that constantly cover my tiny hands. They're also good for slapping people. 

The source of the newest seams in my tart-tempered gloves is a boy who, no matter what I do, utterly refuses to notice me. 

Exhibit A of how much he refuses to notice me: the two of us were at a dance. I dare say I looked adorable, in a polkadot dress and bright red lipstick. As we were leaving, he leaned down to me and said:

"Wow, so many hot chicks." 

If that isn't the cruddiest friendzone of all time, I don't know what is. 

It was like being thrown into the friendzone pit, and then having the entrance boarded up. 

After vying for his affections, or at least the most meager amount of his attention, my infatuation with him was poisoned with a lethal dose of bitter, bitter cyanide. 

And now his really nice hair and ridiculously good eyebrow game is like a free, daily, mandatory refill of my bitterness mug.

Inktober 18th

My family had a mandatory movie-night for the four children in the family over the age of eight. We were told to/commanded/forced to watch Master and Commander. It's a terrific film, based on the tenth book in the Master and Commander book series by Patrick O'Brien. It inspired today's Inktober, and put me in a sewing mood with it's amazing old-timey English Naval uniforms. Forget rings; if someone bought/made/stole a Napoleonic-era English Naval officer's uniform for me, I would likely marry them with no questions asked.

Inktober 17th

I feel like Armin could really be saying nearly anything in this picture.

"Just because I have bunny-soft hair, doesn't mean that I'm a bunny!"

"I do not have a coconut head!"

"I am not a weenie!"

"Let's hit her in the throat with a ski!"

"I-I love you, <insert name>-chan!"

"I-I hate you, <insert-name>-chan!"

"As a matter of fact, I do know a lot about waterfowl!"