Holidays! And faces.

Hi all!
I'm finally on holidays! Only for a week, but better than none! The problem is that there is very limited internet, Trin is sick and I still have work to do.
So...
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GAH!
Fine! I'm behind on my faces! So here is a bulk post!!

Day 22 and 23: It was just a quick picture. Pretty self-explanatory. Here is the comic that inspired this response CLICK HERE

Day 24: Eilene. She creates force fields (which I'm still trying to figure out how to draw)

Day 25: The Crybaby returns! There is no wi-fi here, so the bonuses I had carefully building up are all gone now.

Day 26: Xochitl - A spiteful goddess obsessed with erasing her mother's legacy. She has tossed other immortals into the mortal realm for various reasons. The thing I like the best is that her wings are useless. The bones are too weak and small to support her weight, so she only uses them to threaten. Bites her in the butt in the end.

Day 27: A Mayan ghost who was one of the sacrifices when her city suffered a drought. It explains why there are paper strips in her ear. She's kinda funny, haunting the museum's water pipes.

Day 22-27: Done!
Two more... I'm going to do it! I'll finally complete a 29 faces challenge!! Just you wait!
Alright! When I get internet, I will do a huge catch-up! Have a fantastic day everyone!

Days 15-17

Hi all!

Just a picture of faces today! I have to take off for Capoeira soon. The Supernatural tutorial today was about witches, shaman and psychics! So I brought in my spell books and tarot cards. Art history was about the Italian and Russian response to Cubism.
Anyway! Faces!

From left to right: A older version of Ashley, Kelda (otherwise known as Vanilla) and Bodyguard #7 (she doesn't have a name yet). When together, they form the Survivor Scouts. It makes sense in context as there are groups of survivors behind them.
I am so sorry about the bad lighting for the picture! I hope that it is clear enough to see

Day 15, 16 and 17: Completed!
Have a wonderful day everyone!

Coming Home

Hello all!
I finally have a week break from Uni, so I am looking forward to staying at home with my family. Still got Uni work to do... But at least I don't have to travel much.
So, first off... One of my classes were cancelled so students could go to the 7th Asia Pacific Triennial that is on display at the art galleries (Check it out, there some neat art, though I'm more of a Impressionist/Baroque/Tradiational type of art fan). So while I was on South Bank...

Yes. I went to the museum. It really shouldn't be that much of a surprise

In one of the entrances

Robot dinosaurs are always a plus in my book!

Once I was away from the dinosaurs, I found a spy training area. These are lasers (although you can only see where they are coming from) and you have to pick your way through them to get to the other side. It was fun!

 Right. So how about a story? I wrote this one a little while ago, so enjoy!

Home – Azure

    Azure knew two things about travelling. Two warnings she was repeatedly given:

1) Those you meet at the crossroads you may never see again or you may see over and over.

2) Home may not be the same home you left.

The second warning terrified Azure. Her parents travelled a lot and sometimes her friends would go on an extended holiday. Azure would wait for them to come back, eager to greet them when they arrived so they knew they weren’t forgotten about. Eventually circumstances changed and Azure was by herself, away from the world and people she knew. She travelled along many paths, determined to find her way back. Hours turned into days, and days to weeks and each night Azure’s thoughts would drift back to those warning. She was scared of what might happen if she returned home and found things had changed so drastically that she no longer fit in. That was if she even made it back.

Along the way she met many people and she asked them her burning question…

“What if your home doesn’t exist anymore?”

“Someone is thinking of me, as long as they do my home is with them.”

“What if no one remembers you?”

“They might forget, but I won’t forget them, so I’ll just remind them.”

They told her what they thought, even offered to help her find her way home, but after they travelled together they would come to crossroads and each would walk their own path once again.

Azure reached a place, a lake the colour of ash, a large town to one side and a single path to the mountains on the other. At the crossroad with no one there, she took a deep breath.

“How long are you going to make me search?!” She shouted to the world, “I just want to go home!”

She chocked back the sobs that started and collapsed to the ground. She repeated the word ‘home’ between the tears and closed her eyes to see her family and friends as she remembered them.

“Azure?”

Azure turned around to the person that called her name. The person was a familiar face for Azure, a female friend of hers.

“Light?” she asked the girl, not believing what her eyes saw.

“Hey, we’ve been looking everywhere for you. You were hard to find. Lucky for us, we ran into some people who knew you,” Light offered her hand to Azure, “Come on, I’ll tell you everything later. Everyone is waiting.”

Azure wiped her face of remaining tears, took her friend’s hand with a smile and walked along the path that would finally take her home.

And FACES!! Because I am still going to finish a 29 faces challenge.

...

Eventually.

So, meet Vangelis, T.J, Drift and lastly Azure (this is a better picture than the previous one)

So - Days 19-22 are completed! Have a wonderful day everyone!

Been so long

Hi everyone. How are you all doing?
I'm actually stuck in a drawing rut right now. I cranked out on really good picture, and then when I tried to draw a different one, it was horrible. Seriously, it's like a really bad superpower to be able to draw one picture really well, then screw up the next 10. And it's the same case with my writing too. Nothing is really working for me and I need to get back into the swing of things now that I'm (hopefully) heading off to uni.
So, here's a forced story.
It sucks.
Trust me.

Chance Encounter- Mint

    October 11
Punched someone at school today. He called Mum a failed experiment and that her kinds' presence made him sick. Dad wasn't happy with how I handled the situation, but when I told him that he would have done the same he dropped the subject altogether. Mum looked happy that I had defended her name.

    October 12
I've been kicked out of the school. They said they didn't want someone like me to start fights at the school and ruin their reputation. Biggest load of bull I have heard in my life. They didn't want me there because I attended 'Fair treatment' protests in my school uniform. Dad is looking for a new school now and he isn't talking about what happened.

   December 15
Dad finally found a school. My old one had spread rumours about me to the other 'high education' schools, so Dad found a Multi-kind school nearby for me to go to. Looks okay. They house a lot of the students and teacher on site and have some neat classes. Since it's the holidays I'll be starting there next year.

    February 16
I thought the point of Multi-kind schools was to be tolerant and fair towards all students, no matter what kind they are. In other words, I got into another fight. I wasn't going to sit on the sidelines while a gang of students bullied and pushed one of the girls around because she had expressionless face. At least I wasn't kicked out of the school for fighting.

    February 17
The girl from yesterday said thanks and tried to smile. I say tried because it looked like she didn't know how to do it. So she gave some awkward attempt at it. I started to laugh and she looked slightly hurt, so I took her out for ice-cream to make up for laughing. She said her name was Kelda, but I decided to call her Vanilla 'cause of the flavour she choose. She inspected my choice and dubbed me 'Mint'. I like it.

     April 30
Mum and Vanilla get along really well, coming form a similar background. Vanilla spends a lot of time around the house on her days off and keeps trying to smile. She's getting better. Slowly.

    May 20
Today Vanilla called me her friend. I wasn't there when she said it, but apparently most of the school was. Someone insulted my family and Vanilla immediately stood up for us. She's in the hospital now, but she'll recover. I visited her and she had the goofiest smile on her face when I walked in. It was a real one, but still...

I had to by her ice-cream from the cafeteria to make up for laughing at her.

    May 24
Vanilla was discharged yesterday and was back at school today. A new student also arrived. Introduced herself as Fawn and kinda vanished into thin air for most of the day. Vanilla and I found her being bullied by a group of students. There was another fight. One group had injured egos at the end of the day, and the other had ice-cream. Fawn is now known as Honeycomb.

    July 1
Something weird is going on at the school. After Honeycomb's arrival, a lot of odd things have started happening. I feel like I'm caught up in something way bigger than a new arrival.

Urgh... So bad... But a bit better than expected.
Anyway, have a wonderful day.
Oh!

(LATE) HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

Out of Time

Haha. It's funny that in my previous post I said I would write if I found the time too, and I did. The prompt I pulled out was time! Anyway, here's the story.

Time - Silver
   His first attempt to control the multiple worlds ended in failure when his specimens had somehow let the Meddlers know his location. Beaten by the confrontation, but not down, Silver decided to wait for his chance of vengeance against them and resume his plan. Four years later, a blink of the eye for a god like him, Xochitl the stuck-up head goddess decided to wipe out all life-forms from every world and rebuild the worlds in her eyes, not those of her mother's. Silver was almost worried, but that brief moment passed when Faun, an extremely young goddess who was thrown into the mortal realm, challenged Xochitl to a dual. 

If Faun won, the worlds would be spared. If Xochitl won the worlds would be destroyed. Since Xochitl was the head goddess, she had the power and created a world where she made the rules of the game. Memories are wiped clean with each loss and an entrance price to make it all that more hopeless. The important thing for Silver was that a whole month there was equal to a single day in reality. New specimens were taken from every world to fight and win in what Silver deemed a 'fun' game. 

Silver entered that artificial world and created an area where neither goddess could detect him to carry out his experiments on the specimens that had been gathered. He had all the time in the worlds to corrupt minds and turn them into empty vessels to do his bidding. His time to overthrow the other gods and goddesses and control all the worlds was within his grasp. He had all the time he could want, but it didn't belong sorely to him. 

A group of highly abnormal mortals, even in their restricted environment, had the same amount of time too. 

And Silver underestimated them.

And have a wonderful day everyone

Storm warning

Right, so... There isn't a storm warning, which is a bit of a shame because I'm waiting for snow to appear (and not the ice that I slip over on the sidewalk). Anyway, how is everyone going? Checked out Mum's post about a SunshineShelle sale?
So here's a story!

Storm - Wolf
    Faced with his current situation, Wolf recalled the storms that he had weathered to get there.

His first storm tossed the sea over his mountain home, killed many and destroyed everyone's lives. But it gave the survivors a purpose in life. United by the storm that destroyed, the survivors strived to protect what was left with everything that they had.

The second storm was a different kind of storm. Although there was no wind or rain, the sky had darkened and the light from the sun turned a deep purple. No wind or rain, but Wolf's instincts told him something was terribly wrong. The storm's true purpose was to disguise the being that took him from the place where he belonged, and threw him into a twisted game of survival.

The third storm took what seemed like years to form. For this storm to build, another group of desperate, but capable survivors banded together. Wolf had joined them in the hope that the leader had somehow inspired. Once the storm they created had picked up speed, there was no way to stop it. The world that held them prisoner showed signs that it wasn't real, and with a final push, the survivors freed themselves and others trapped in that distorted fantasy. However they soon found themselves in the middle of another storm.

Wolf had hid himself to observe the battle that raged around him, his keen senses on overload. He could smell the fear of those who were strangers to battle and tuned them out as they tried to flee. Instead he watched the ones braving the endless wave of faceless enemies. The woman that had pulled together the ragtag survivors was covering the cowards who fled, while a man was brutally slicing enemies that came from the other side. Another four of the survivors were boxed in and struggling against the mass that threatened to overcome them. Arrows and bullets from unseen snipers tore through enemies, but it another faceless monster took the fallen one's place. Wolf could smell the others fighting, but they were surrounded by too many enemies to see. Then the clouds churned and the light darkened. A low growl came from Wolf as he recognised the disguise that started the chaos. The battle hadn't stopped even with the new arrival, and Wolf's instinct kicked in as he stepped out from his observation spot. If the small resistance wanted to make it through the storm they found themselves in, they'd need all its members to take part.

With a clear leap into the fray, Wolf entered another storm. 

One he hoped to come out of.

And that all for today! Hope you all have a fantastic day (or night) wherever you are!