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!"

Inktober 16th

Lately, I've gotten into the habit of "selling my soul" to my parents in exchange for money/food/movie tickets. Because of my debts, I've had to do a lot of babysitting lately.

On the 16th, way too early in the morning (9:55AM), my Mom told me that she would forget my debts if I would take my littlest sister to her bird class at our neighborhood nature-center. I was desperate to have my soul back (so I could immediately sell it again for some fried rice), so I obliged.

The class was nice, but I heard little of it. I was too busy being absorbed with/having my psyche destroyed by chapter 62 of Shingeki No Kyojin/Attack on Titan. 

For part of the lesson, however, the class went upstairs to see the new owl at the center. 

I think it was an Eastern Screech Owl. He was little and brown, with humongous eyes that looked as if they were constantly crossed. His name was Cricket, due to the little trilling chirp that constantly came out of his tiny beak. 

(I wonder if the nature-center would let me borrow him, so that I could take him to a bad performance and let him chirp in the absence of applause)

I ended up begging my five-year-old sister if we could stay with the owl instead of going on the nature walk. She relented, and I spent the next twenty minutes trying and failing to capture Cricket's cuteness.

Inktober 15th

My Mother got the old-timey Kid Icarus game for her birthday, and she is rather obsessed with it. However, she can't get past the Bubble-boss guy.

Anyways, her belligerent game-playing inspired today's Inktober. Here's Pit!

Inktober 14th

(I was unable to post this yesterday due to a splitting headache and a chill that sent me to bed early. Sorry guys. ;-; )

My Color Guard Captain really likes owls, so this is for her! 

Inktober 13th

I'm very tired. Of everything.

I've been having a difficult time lately with my low self-esteem, which is a sort of side-effect of my depression. 

I've been overthinking everything. 

I haven't been sleeping well.

Last night, I couldn't sleep. It was around midnight, and I was in bed with my eyes wide open. Just laying there was pretty boring, so I lit some candles for light and opened my sketchbook. 

I was tired, but I was warm and I was happy.

And everything was nice.

Inktober 12th

The Walking Dead is one of my favorite shows. 

I began to watch it during the summer of 2012 when my older brother and I were staying at my Grandparents' house in Washington state. Having a weak stomach and a weak constitution (and an extremely vivid imagination, awake in the dark at 3am), I was not very excited about watching a gritty and gruesome zombie show. However, I couldn't stand my brother ignoring/not spending time with me, so I watched it anyways. 

Naturally, we finished it in about two days. 

Last year, my Drama teacher suggested that I read the comic books. 

Naturally, I finished them in about two weeks.

Season 5 of the TV show was released yesterday, which made for a perfect Inktober prompt. 

So here's comic-book Carl Grimes, who is one of my favorite characters in the comics.

Inktober 11th

I haven't been feeling too good about myself lately, to say the least...

Inktober 10th

Happy late birthday, Uzumaki Naruto!

Inktober 9th

Armin Arlert, the little blond coconut-head from Shingeki No Kyojin/Attack on Titan, is my baby. So, when I received a request from a snare-drum player that I could easily turn into a tasteless anime joke, I took the opportunity to add in a modern-day rendition of my little Armin! 

Inktober 8th

This is my kiddo, Naan. She first came to my ward at church while I was at EFY, so she met my sister, Annie, first. 

Annie told her that she would know me when she heard me.

Inktober 7th

I'll find a story behind this sweet little baby someday. 

Inktober 6th

This is Shelby. Some of the other Foxes don't like him because of his grey coat and his little antlers, but he doesn't mind too terribly. He's very introverted, and likes to be alone in his nest.

Drawing Lions

1. Go to a zoo

2. Try to draw the lions

3. Lions move around while you're trying to draw them

4. Cry

Inktober 5th

For today, I have a little frog. His name is Ferris, and he is very shy. he's hiding from a pretty girl-frog, named Lily, that he secretly admires.

Inktober 4th

General Conference was today, which served as inspiration for today's Inktober! I sometimes get a lot of crap for my Mormonism, but I don't take any of it.

Inktober 3rd

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood is my favorite anime, and that makes today very special.

Inktober 2nd

In Color Guard, so that we would remember to make our jazz-running across the field very pretty, our captains would tell us to "prance like a beautiful guard pony." For the second day of Inktober, here is a beautiful guard pony who loves Marching band very much!

When your non-Mormon friends don't tell you that it's coffee

Inktober 1st

My very first #inktober drawing! I drew little Bean from Ender's Game/Ender's Shadow by Orson Scott Card. Both of which are amazing books, by the way.

Salutations!

There are many things, facts, and othersuch that I could disclose about myself in this introductory post. But really there is only one element of my composition that I feel carries enough weight to be relevent right this minute.
I don't like teenagers.
Adolescents are the bane of my existence. I would sooner intentionally set myself on fire or contract the bubonic plague than have to be around teenagers for extended periods of time. Personally, I don't see why high school teachers get paid so little. I know I would sooner sell my soul to Kilgerbon than be obligated to spend the entirety of my day with a bunch of ungrateful and generally useless not-adults that don't actually care about learning at all.
Unless I was a chorus or art teacher. I can see some feeling of fulfillment being a possibility in that profession.
Of course, as is with nearly everything, there are exceptions. Not all of the teenagers I know are abominable demon spawn, but... a good few of them are. Now that I think of it, my dislike for teens, and my actually being a teen, might very well explain the little inkling of self-hatred that festers within me and lashes out from time to time.
Anyways, my name is Tabitha.
I'm like a tall, thin, awkward tree, but without all of the tallness and thiness, and with all of the abrasive bark (my personality), the insects and spiders (my quirks) and the bright and colorful leaves (my hair) that make a tree so awkward. Then again, some people adore the feeling of gently-coarse bark underneath their fingertips, or the tickley-tiny legs of busy little bugs, and the way the wind rustles the leaves as they change from vivid color to vivid color, and sometimes have very few leaves at all. Some people really like trees. Those people are why I have friends.

I'm trying to be nicer...