Cross Acheron

Haha, don't have much to update but....

2006-08-28T23:23:40Z

Well, I've gotten a bit too busy (and lazy *cough*) in the countdown to college, but I'm going to spread the luv for some much-underrated shounen manga that I'm reading right now, so more people can write fanfiction and make me happy ^^; And I suppose Eyeshield 21, Yakitake!Japan, D.gray-man count as mainstream in Japan (not quite in America *wince*) so I won't mention them here, wonderful series though they may be.
Dangu (Nexgear) and Shin Angyo Onshi are two manwha with really stunning artwork (very realistic, kinda like Vagabond's artwork except less scratchiness and more delicate, detailed inkwork) and shounen storylines, both in the fantasy/adventure/fighting genres. Bishies of every gender abound *cheers* and the pacings are quite slow and careful (the fight scenes tend to be long but interesting) but you get the sense that they have very lush storylines, intricate worlds, and rich characters. Not intentionally "meaningful" and blah-blah "deep", just really great storytelling.

I've always wondered why 20th Century Boys (Manga-Heaven) doesn't get a bigger fandom. Granted, I can't see myself doing fanfiction/fanart for it, probably because the story is sooo freaking good and complex that I'm at the edge of my stool speed-downloading chapters. The only reason I'm not reading it right now is because I've heard that the ending, quite frankly, sucked (there were rumors that the mangaka just got bored with the story and no one even found out who "friend" was). But go read the first 20-something volumes anyway, the storyline feels spielbergian (except with truly evil kids and less sentimentalism) and the plots are amazing. No pretty bishies in this one I'm afraid, which might be why the fandom's limited.
Katekyo Hitman Reborn (KEFI - direct dls are available) is a shounen series that nevertheless caters chivalrously to yaoi fangirls, despite the one really-hot-chick-on-a-motorcycle next door. Basically, the story revolves around the wacky misadventures of a loser high school student (think Sena, only even wimpier) who, in the course of a day, gets told by a baby with a giant head and suspicious weapons(supposedly his new tutor) that he's actually the 10th heir to a famous Mafia family and that the hitman baby is going to train him to become a Mafia head, and then gets shot o_o. Much funnier and randomer than Bleach or Naruto, I can see a lot of possible fanfiction for this series because of its random bishies (OMG LAMBI-TEN-YEARS-LATER IS SOOOOO HOT XDDDD).

For an INSANELY funny manhua series from Taiwan, YOU MUST MUST MUST READ BOWLING KING (from Null, I can give the website address if you can't find it). The artwork ain't pretty and neither are the "bishies", but the story's just so f'ing hilarious that it's impossible to describe. Think bowling is for creepy old men in ugly shoes? Don't think at all! (I can guarantee you won't be able to after reading this manhua.)

For a better-drawn, not-quite-as-insane, very-shounen sports manga, hop on over to Over Time (KO-scans and Jump-scans). There's only a few chapters so far but it looks promising, bishie-wise, and the theme is pretty obvious (blahblahKoushienblahblah), but it reminds me a cross between Mr.FullswingxES21xHikarunoGo. I love Hikago and ES21, so I'll always be biased towards them and say OverTime isn't nearly as realistic or "refined" in storytelling techniques, but the promise of bishies is always enough to make me latch onto a fun series with decent artwork.

That's it for now, I'll update more later. Oh, and might I rec reading "Legend of the Condor Heroes" and its sequel "Return of the Condor Heroes" (which I'm reading and watching now)? The translations are decent, considering these are online, and they're fun reads!! The books themselves, by Jin Yong, are of course beloved and very popular series. I love wuxia novels and martial arts manga, so I'm always on the lookout for more. =^^=

What Colour is Chomesuke's Hair? o_o

2006-08-21T15:46:03Z

A quick midnight drabble for the credits page for 86th Night. Check out my scanlation, there are some neat fonts! ^o^
(argh wtf is chomesuke's pretty hair color) My poor baby....*sob*
But this was a neat chapter, whose ending I really liked. It would have had more emotional impact though if Chome had hung around longer so we REALLY would have cared if she lived or died (I was kinda like, "ehh"...."oh well, she was pretty"). Like, if Kanda suddenly died right now (NOOOOOOO!!!) but then this chapter's death would have been too short and unmelodramatic for such a major chara (must...drag out...death).

And, er, more puppy stuff. I think I'm starting to get into the "miss puppy very much" phase as I prepare for college. ;_; He's just so adowable I don't want him to be lonely! (He gets depressed easily when no one plays with him.)

(That's not my foot.)

(ARGH MY CAMERA IS SO CRAPPY)

(His new toy. He likes it quite a bit, not as much as his stuffed blue bunny and his blue teething bone though. I think the only toy he doesn't really play with much is his dogPod. Maybe because it's pink. -_-;;)

~~WAIII WORSHIP HIS BIG WUVABLE PUPPY EYES~~

Gomen I can't update much, it's really the countdown to college. I bought a minifridge and a minifan yesterday @.@ Blergh, I haven't left yet and I'm already homesick. *sweatdrop* And I have to read Ulysses before I go, ~~too bad it's 20934728349059283428349612738948712634005934867275+infinity pages long!!~~

Sorry I've been gone so long...I blame the following:

2006-08-10T05:28:05Z

ARGH I AM SO PISSED OFF.
My NEW laptop, which I received the grand total of ONE WEEK AGO, decided to contract a virus from my freaking IPOD. HOW DOES AN IPOD SPONTANEOUSLY GENERATE VIRUSES?! .....

IT'S....MAGIC!!

Improbable. Nevertheless, the virus was apparently both high-risk and new(ly manufactured by Norton) and decided to rape my NEW laptop. Like, graphic, brutal prison gangrape. After panicking for a few days (;_; NO YAOI! NO MANGA! NO DRAWING!) and snarling at Norton "Antivirus" which was as useless as my seminar essays (because apparently they only do ODD numbered courses in the fall sem, and 66% of my choices were...neither odd, nor prime), I decided I had no choice but to lug my victimized slave to Best Buy. Having spent $300 dollars assuring that, should I choose to run over laughing it insanely in a hummer (hypothetically speaking), I would not regret it two seconds later (at least for the next three years), I promptly discovered that my warranty covered only HARDWARE.

WTF?!

I don't drink alcohol, I don't do pot, I don't whore myself to starbucks...why would my hardware ever suffer? And then the BB Geek Squad dude (who was actually quite cute, but I was still fuming at the time and didn't notice), with a bored how-stupid-are-you look on his (sort of cute) face, smeared his fingerprints all over my shiny NEW laptop while telling me that he couldn't touch the software unless I dished out $200.

Well, mea culpa, I'm BROKE. I have no relation to Bill and/or Melinda Gates, nor to any rich Chinese Communist Party Leader, nor am I married to Kubo Tite (who I'm not sure is rich....he looks really starved, maybe he's poor -_-;;). After inventing creative expletives mentally for a while, I was forced to hand it over ;_; to save the life of my NEW laptop. Because apparently, exchanging is twenty-five-fucking-percent. Even in yaoiland or my numerically challenged imagination, 25% of the obscene amount of money my NEW laptop cost is still > than $200.

NORTON DELENDA EST. I piss in the milk of thy nonexistent mother and thy alleged antivirus. I...do bad things....to nine generations of your edition. YOU SHALL NEVER ESCAPE MY WRATH!!! *cough* And my fudgy mutilation of Elyssa's curse, which I can't remember: ON...SHARP ROCKS YOU SHALL DRAIN THE CUP OF PUNISHMENT WITH MY NAME FOREVER IN YOUR CODE; I WILL FOLLOW YOU WITH THE FIRES OF HELL WHEN I AM FAR AWAY; WHEN DEATH SHALL HAVE SEVERED YOUR (NONEXISTENT) SOUL AND PROGRAMMING, MY SHADE SHALL HAUNT YOU EVERYWHERE. YOU SHALL SUFFER, WRETCH. I SHALL HEAR IT - THE NEWS SHALL REACH ME AMONG THE...GLEEFUL.

Argh, whatever. The first thing I did when I got it back was catch up on D.Gray-man (Tiki Mick is so freaking hot! He makes my heart whimper....I kinda like him as an uke though, since he's so slender and metrosexual, so now I have to find a seme, and not Mr. Sweet Tooth or Fatty).

To make myself feel better, I randomly drabbled what started out as an original sketch, but ending up looking rather like Allen Walker in gay clothes with no widow's peak. Oh well, at least I can post it in a dgm comm now.

WHY DOES MY LINEART SUXXOR LIKE HELL. Well, that's what happens when I draw on tablet and don't spend more than five minutes, but I'm too damn lazy to pick up a pencil. And yes, his arm is resting in thin air....on a random cloud. >< I didn't exactly plan this pic...I just scribbled and slapped on color. Yep, I'm brilliant.

I'm going to have to spend some time reading stuff...like college mail and everything I was supposed to know already. So I'll be a terrible, unethical poster. I'm reading Crime and Punishment, but the translation's on crack, and my hands desire to strangle Raskolnikov over and over again because he's so DAMN STUPID. Rodia started out okay (I got really excited when Dostoevsky said he was "handsome"...my yaoi senses started tingling *facepalm*) ; then apparently the ax took the majority of his brain cells. But then tall, handsome, semelike Razumikhin came along, and my yaoi senses went CRAZY. Like, they started PARTYING. I mean, the obvious feelings he has for Rodia is *GUH*. *dies* RazuRaskol slays me. I am so wrong. *sweatdrop* My glasses are GAY-TINTED.

I'm also rereading For Whom the Bell Tolls, and one thought, out of all the lovely choppy sentences and random espanol words and some scenes of dead people dying, kept recurring to my free-tickets-to-yaoiland mind: Hemingway CAN'T WRITE PORN. It's clear (to my bishounen-infested, halfdead brain) that he's never had sex *coughwithawoman* before, because he's so vague (blahblah, yes i know, blahcensorshipblah) and keeps repeating himself in very broad, gaussian-blurred, airbrushed strokes. Most yaoi writers could write something steamier than that!

Anyways, Colbert x Tad/Paul Dinello 4ever. Because I'm on crack.

Spreading the (antinorton) love,

L~aniel

[DOUJIN] coda_in_grayscale: 4-6

2006-08-02T02:26:31Z

Title: coda in grayscale
Author: Me. *yaoi sparkles*
Disclaimer: Ain't mine.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: GrimmUrqui. Yay!
Warnings: Fairly worksafe in this post; a bit of nudity. Still tablet, but cleaner than usual (okay, it's obsessively clean. Grr. -_-;;)
Summary: So why was Grimmjow screwing the (not entirely consensual) *beep* out of poor Urqui in the previous installment? Investigating backstory through Urquiorra's flashback. Mostly Urqui-centric.

Pages 0-3

I can explain it for you, Urqui! It's because he's UBER-SMEXY!! You've just gotten too used to Yami! *gets pwned by Yami*

*points and laughs at crappy lighting simulations* Oh wait, I did that. Oops. *hangs head in shame*

(I keep forgetting that Urqui doesn't have eyebrows. ><;; *faceslap*) And WTF is that 3rd panel on Page 5 so freaking clean?! Why am I so OCD?! *shoots self* And Grimmjow still doesn't look like himself...oh whatever, he's in Yaoiland and *drool*. *stares with sparkly eyes*

GAH, I promise that future pages will have more writing and action. (It's just that transitions/beginnings for me are rather minimalist, and I'm already minimalist with doujins anyway.) Sorry for the lack of smut, but it's moving in a more shounen-ai-ish romance direction, on the angsty/reflective/one-sided side - so don't expect sensitive!Urquiorra or, even more disturbing, emotional/nicebf!Grimmjow *shudder*. But at least it'll have some semblance of a STORY rather than some random PWP (which is always luv, but I can't draw penises *cough*).

The reason for Grimmjow's mention of the "innocence" thing will be made clearer in future pages....hopefully. -_-;; Actually, a lot of things will be clarified....*prays*.

If you're anal like me, you can comment on the heavy usage of white space (as opposed to black...because I'm retarded). It might even have a symbolic sense by the ending (~~or I just didn't want to draw backgrounds, or the backgrounds were basically white walls...which they were~~).

I just got my new laptop yesterday! No more thousand-something viruses! Yeah!! Had to reinstall a bunch of programs, PS included. Hopefully these next few pages won't suffer from the lack of brushes ><;;

I also read the latest fifty chapters of Eyeshield 21 today. If you're an ES21 fan and want me to be your worshipping slave, please point to these fic pairings (or write some yourself ^^):

-Agon x Hiruma non-con (OMG I want some SOOOOOO bad....Agon is one hot mofo'in' seme)
-Musashi x Hiruma (fairly popular, I think?). Please no Rui; I like him, he just doesn't appeal to me as much as Musashi ~~screwing Elf Bro~~
-Kakei x Mizumatchi (oh pleeeease please? they're so cute together. oh stripper Mizu)
-Anything x Yukimitsu, just because it's crack. And Yuki looks kinda uke cute in the latest chapters, with his hair down. So slender and pale too. Just how I like my ukes. *faints*

If you want more SMUT and can draw, ~~sell your soul~~ pledge yourself to my doujin circle ~~of hell~~ and we can produce prolific amounts of smex. Or send me PSbrushes/money/inspiration after I'm done with this one *coughtenyearsfromnowcough*. Cheers.

Spreading the (absurd lighting) love,

L'Aniel

p.s. He now has a hole in page 6. Let us perverts squee in happiness.

Long Drabble

2006-07-31T19:19:57Z

Title: Kind Like Crucifixion
Author: Me. *facepalm*
Rating: G
Pairing: slight IshiIchi/IchiIshi.
Disclaimer: Neither the hair product nor the series is mine, damnit.
Warmings: First Bleach fic. Unbetaed. Depressing angst. Sentimentality. Death. Very surreal AU. A bit of poetry (not mine, fortunately). My writing, which is suspected of causing allergic reactions in some people....and extensive eye-gouging in others.
Summary: Based fairly faithfully on a dream I had (yes, I dreamed I was Ishida pining for Ichi...because I'm strange). Rather surreal. Ishida has left the group and lives alone in some old European city. It makes more sense to pretend they lost the winter war and Aizen has taken over the world, but to stick to my very strange dream ...the soldiers are Nazis. -_-;; So I tried to make it as ambiguous as possible. So, erm, let's just say that they're some random bad people.

"How long does a man live, after all?

Does he live a thousand days, or one only?

A week, or several centuries?

How long does a man spend dying?

What does it mean to say, 'for ever'?"

-Pablo Neruda, from "And How Long?"

It all began and ended, he supposed, with the cross. And ashes and dust and the sun from sixth grade bio, but there seemed no more fitting archetype of mankind’s and its derivatives’ worth than two scrawny sticks chafing against the other, awkwardly bound at incongruous right angles. (It would have been easier to simply tie them together, side-by-side.)

The cross it was, however. No Quincy would bear less into battle, or suffer death without it – more manifestations of that superbly illogical Quincy pride.

So it was that, the noon sun prancing brilliantly on the cobblestone, imbuing its familiar bumpiness with luminous golden hues; a breeze teasingly brushing his wispy hair into his collar, obscuring his glasses; a few playful sparrows overhead expressing how sweet their pleasure that the world was young and beautiful and alive – Ishida Uryuu thought of the cross lying quietly on his bed, and realized how pitifully he would die.

Ishida Uryuu knew, cliche of cliches, that the day would come, but still found himself surprised at its promptness. He supposed that fate was infallible and unmerciful; spinsters always seemed to be. Before now he would have begged the string-cutter to hurry up with it – just don’t let me see – but now his legs were feeling stiff and frozen, clinging to the pebblestones, dragging along not the weight of his sparse frame, his skin and bones and glasses, but an existence heavier than life. Briefer than love.

He glanced at his immobile feet. The bags had unconsciously slipped out of his hands, but luckily, only two apples had rolled out and were basking in the sunlight. What was he thinking before . . .oh yes, Dinner. Steamed fish, perhaps a tofu dish. He picked up the apples and carefully placed them back in the bags. There was a dent in one of them. He touched the wounded area gently to check; it wasn’t too bad. The tofu’s almost expired, I'll have to finish it this weekend. He started walking again, and found to his satisfaction that it wasn’t difficult at all. Just one foot in front of the other, step. One, two, one, two, one - miso soup then – two, one, two - and tomorrow grilled – one, two, one...

Don’t forget the strawberries for dessert. They had been extravagantly displayed in the store (beside the heap of overripe bananas no one wanted), glistening lusciously red in their plastic containers. Oversized genetic monstrosities, but damn tempting nevertheless. The most attractive ones are often the least sweet. But they were on sale, and he had not had strawberries for the longest time, and his deprived sweet tooth was an extraordinarily talented beggar. The last time, he remembered vaguely, was when he was at Ichigo’s house for Karin’s birthday. Orihime, Chad, and Rukia were there too – Orihime, beaming, with her cheeks stuffed full of chocolate cake, Chad eating his slice with grave sincerity while wishing Karin well, Rukia playfully bickering with Ichigo over some mundane matter. (And we laugh and cross paths like unknowingly anesthetized butterflies; who will listen to my bitter sonnets?)

The plain alabaster columns surrounding the central plaza, about four on each side, looked immense (they were also architectural horrors). For a fleeting second, the sheer whiteness blinded his eyes. When he glanced up again, the heat shrouding the upper air made their sharp, rigid outlines wobble and shudder.

In the expansive plaza center the meager townspeople were gathered, a murmuring, nervous mass that swayed from side to side as everyone fought to reach the interior. Young and old, men and women, the mayor and the numerous beggars, the storekeeper and his wife. The sunlight glinted off the plaza’s ochreous sandstone and the soldiers’ faint yellow caps and made him think of El Dorado and vast golden seas swirling around his feet, his dented apple, his bargain strawberries, Ichigo. There were not many things that did not remind him of Ichigo.

He motioned for a small period of time, and the lead soldier acquiesced, not in any particular hurry and assured of the impossibility of escape. It was not like he had anywhere to go, besides; the world was theirs. They had come specifically for him, but kings didn’t bother to gloat over the demise of paupers.

Outside the plaza, leaning his back on the column’s warm stone, he noticed that the world was startlingly sharply defined. The rooftops in the distance were intensely lucid, every crack, every jagged edge, every eroded bump. Every blade of grass, a few still aspirating the morning’s dew, gently quivering back and forth in the breeze. Light chirping quaking in the back of his ears like thunder. He closed his eyes.

Ichigo would have charged forth and died like a hero, selflessly martyring himself for the others. Ichigo, whom he knew would taste like strawberries and light. Ichigo, whom he could not kiss to make sure.

(The fragile bonds fastening together Shinigami and Quincy on the cross...who can discern their lifeless translucence?)

Their parting was anticlimactic. No bitterness, no tears, no charged words of betrayal or anger or passion. On a sunny day like this one, Ichigo leaning against the doorpost, hands shoved in his pockets, his crumpled t-shirt wearing a streak of chocolate cake. An awkward grin, an imperceptible movement of his lips. “Bye.”

Living, Ishida Uryuu thought, was a bit like crucifixion. It could have been mercifully quick, the pain in the chest collapsing in on itself and a millisecond later, nothingness. But crucifiers in the old days, whose profession was inhumanity, would place nails underneath the condemned’s feet to ease the pressure on the aching chest. The nails could support a young man’s body to endure for days - eternities longer what it should have been. Then the rest would no longer be fleeting, excruciating fire, but a dull burning whose beginning he could not remember and whose ending he could not figure out.

(A sacrifice of life. A forfeit of existence. Who is able to say, 'the latter is lesser'?)

Exposed in the sun, his thoughts ghosted up and down his spine: miso soup tonight; grilled tomorrow. Orihime, there’s only two cakes, you know. Their rifles seemed new, gleaming in the noonday sun. Ichigo looks idiotic eating strawberries . . . Not entirely unattractive though. His throat was parched. Damn chirping sounds like thunder. I want to do it, Ichigo. I don’t know why. An apple would be nice for his thirst, but I have to finish the tofu soon. He remembered that the baka’s lips had acquired the vivid tint of strawberries; probably just his imagination. Silly, it’s just one kiss. But...I can’t. Why can’t I do it, Ichigo? His cross was lying on his bed at home. A pity. Huh, where’s your Quincy pride now, Uryuu. Ashes and dust. The sun felt rather pleasant on his skin, and he smiled slightly and shook the hair out of his eyes. Don’t hate me, Ichigo. Bye, Ichigo.

Dying, Ishida Uryuu thought, was a bit like long-overdue reprieve.

~*~

Muffled by the vague clouds soothing the back of his hearing, they rang out like light raindrops replenishing an ebbing golden sea. Far off in the haze it seemed like a man's voice was mourning,

“I’m going to be a father, I’m going to be a father...”

The rain ceased, and the chattering sparrows, momentarily preoccupied with sprinkling the wetness off their wings, resumed their song.

~Finis

I'm sorry I had to include the last bit- it was somehow in my dream for no reason. My subconscious is very....~~retarded~~ strange. *hangs head*
One day, I shall PWNED the angst out of my subconscious! I shall pierce it with the lance of happiness! MWAHAHAHA! *hack* *cough* *blush*
I didn't really dream the entirety of the IshiIchi/IchiIshi thing - all I can remember is the sense that I = Ishida was thinking about Ichigo, just not entirely sure what. So I just made up some stuff ^o^ The setting was very disturbingly clear, though. And Nazis *shudder*. I think my pillow must've been ~~eating~~ suffocating me or something.

The poetry lines in original Spanish:

"Cuánto vive el hombre, por fin?

Vive mil días o uno solo?

Una semana o varios siglos?

Por cuánto tiempo muere el hombre?

Qué quiere decir 'Para Siempre'?"

When I first read the poem, with my nonexistent grasp of the Spanish language, I originally mistook "que" for "quien", and butchered the last two lines as,

"For how long does a man die?
Who wants to say, 'Forever'?"

That led me into leading Ishi's questions with "who" since the mistaken line infected me (in some ways, I actually like it better than the real translation...because I have no poetic sense ;_; Forgive me, Neruda!).

Spread the (surreal) love,

L'Aniel

p.s. I swear I'm working on that dj. But since I was typing up my essay, I decided to just write something else while doing it, because I can't do anything without multitasking.

Puppy luv!!

2006-07-30T18:50:08Z

I really don't have anything to contribute today since I have to write an essay and buy a laptop, so I thought I'd post up some photos of my naughty puppy. These are all rather old and he's a bit bigger now (though not by much -_-;; he's around seven months old now, born on Jan 1) and the camera was really crappy, but you can still see him ^^
He's bounced right back from the surgery - I thought he would mope around for a few days since the vet said 10 days, but after sleeping for a day he's as pleased and ~~annoying~~ enthusiastic as ever, and running/scratching/gnawing/pooping around the house as usual.

Gah, these photos don't do him justice at all. He's actually really cute and - forget the saucer - has platter-sized eyes. Since he got his fur trimmed, we found out that he's actually pitifully skinny...not puffy at all like above. And he's not the most obedient or smartest dog in the world, but he's very clever (when doing mischief) and stubborn and tries to be good....sometimes (~~but secretly very evil...Fuji-evil)~~. You can tell I spoil him by the giant crate of toys (and yet he still eats our slippers). (He has two kinds of dog food and three kinds of snacks, but will starve himself until we're forced to feed him our food. For some strange reason, he likes vegetables, especially carrots ~~because he's not really a dog but a rabbit~~.)

But anyways, an update on me and why I'm terrifically busy:

I'm struggling to pick my third choice for seminar for this fall; there are so many choices and I'm banging my head on the wall because there are some that sound interesting but I have no familiarity AT ALL with their subjects (eg., architecture, psychoanalysis, law), and I really don't want to fail! So I'm leaning on the safe side with liberal arts courses (I haven't read widely, but I'm generally more comfortable with books than, say, programming). My first choice is "Great Books: Ideas and Arguments" (because the professor is Cornel West and I've heard rave reviews), dealing mostly with philosophy, and my second is "Ancients and Moderns: Classics in the 20th Century", also drawing heavily from literature. Some of the third choices I'm considering are: "What is 'Law"? Law and Culture in and Outside the West", "Dying for God: Origins of Martyrdom", and"Art as Science/Science as Art". There's also a graphic novel seminar, but that deals more with Am. comic books than manga ><.
I'm uncomfortable with the fact that all my choices are humanities courses since I prefer to balance my schedule, but, as seminars are supposed to appeal to students' interests, I'd hate to find myself the only non-science/math/programming geek in the class (I'd also be the only girl, but that's a plus ^o^).
As of this moment I have NO CLUE what I want to major in, so that's no help *prods self*. I'm not interested in medicine or biology or the staple Asian professions. I wouldn't mind being an editor or anthropologist (even though they make negative money ;_;) and doing manga and translating on the side, but I'd probably be miserably poor. If only I could get a comfy tenure in...something o_O. Like, I dunno, manga. XDDDD

Spreading the (puppy) love,
L'Aniel

Original Doujinshi: coda in grayscale, PGS 0-3

2006-07-28T04:19:37Z

Title: coda in grayscale
Pairing: GrimmUrqi
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Not mine! (But the doujinshi is. ^^)
Warnings: NOT WORKSAFE. Non-con, angst, depressing stuff, sappiness. Sketchiness because art is all done in tablet.
Summary: Um, it's an excuse for smut, angst, and GrimmUrqi.

PAGES 0-3 (Title Page not currently available....still pondering it...=_=)

*.* XD I just lost my smut-virginity! (All my fanart is below PG-13 because...yes, I'm a wussy. Haha, I admitted it!)

Gah, it's my first doujinshi ever (except for the one Aigin page that never went anywhere -_-;;) and it's fully TABLET and NON-CON SMUT. ~~I'm such a baaad girl *hangs head*.~~ So you'll have to forgive me for the crappy anatomy (I need art lessons....;_; but I'm so poor) and the amateur quality (I still haven't gotten the hang of PS...it'd probably take me e to the square root of infinity years). And I have no clue what Urqi looks like o_O and kinda bs'ed the helmet thingy (Taito-sensei is so evil...he has to make up obscure props to confuse amateur doujinka).

I really don't have the story planned out ~~*totally clueless*~~, but I made up some stuff anyway: The timeline is set before their first appearance in Bleach, pretending that Urquiorra wasn't born with his tear markings and somehow acquired it later...after this doujin (yes, I just didn't want to draw them. They disfigure his pretty uke face.)

I'll probably post three pages at a time. This won't be too long...hopefully -_-;; So I won't include any other pairings *nods resolutely*
I might be a bit slow on the next post because of the megalithic evil called REAL LIFE: picking seminars and writing essays, reading and making up book reviews, and most importantly, my puppy just got neutered *sob* and I'm planning to spend the next few days cheering him up (he's really spoiled *sweatdrop*). AAAH now he's a eunuch ~~like how I imagine my ukes to be~~ and I feel like a terrible, evil, meanie monster (at least he's treating me like one....he's still pouting at me).

Title page comes later. Can't really figure what I want right now. (Gah, even the title has almost nothing to do with this doujin, since I don't have the story *facepalm*. Oh well, I like music - listening, not playing....I think I have piano-induced trauma.)

Oh, and a big THANKS to everyone who friended me *passes out huggles*. I'm always amenable to more ^o^ so feel free to ADD(yay for friendship! truth! justice! shounen jump!). I suppose this doujin = bribes. (Though this post is probably scaring away more people than attracting *facepalm*).

Spread the (smutastic) love!

Ishida ishida ishida....yum

2006-07-26T21:46:17Z

Variations on Windswept (different hues). All tablet drawn.

Version Gold

Version Violet

Version White Gold

drool Ishida...

2006-07-25T21:44:37Z

I saw Pirates of the Caribbean. ^^ I adored the costumes...heheh, now I'm planning cosplay PotC fanart (Renji would quite dashing as a pirate...*drowns*). But today I come updating with Ishida, whose appearance I apparently forgot. I've never drawn him before so this turned out quite interesting.

-_-;; Yes yes, i know, his shoulders are at a queer angle. And I f*ed up his hair.

A healthier!Ishida version.

I'm not sure if I like that reddish glow on Ishida. It doesn't quite fit in this picture, but glossy red lips/nose are becoming quite popular for bishies these days (perhaps not for the whole body, heheh..).
And he's so angular! I think of hot archers as having fairly long limbs....though admittedly, his left arm looks rather longer than his right. And I scanned in pencil again, which is why the lineart looks terrible.
After I somehow get these on Bleach_yaoi as a bonus (since it's not quite yaoi...shirtless, but not yaoi ;_;) I'll start posting the Grimm/Urq doujin. I'd need to do a yaoi pic first though....perhaps a GinBya pirate piccy? *wink*

But Gin, I don't want to....

2006-07-21T02:47:49Z

More practicing with teh Photoshop today. I wouldn't mind a few good CG/coloring tutorials. Anyone? Many thanks. I color too slow, it's taking me fooooreeeevvveeerr....But I come bearing one fanart plus a BONUS. Yes, a BONUS!!! Mwahahaha. Anyways, a bonus sketch, for me, is either a doodle or a drabble or (as with this one) a page from a manga or doujin that I probably will never finish (therefore it's still rather useless).

~~ARGH I'LL NEVER SCAN PENCIL AGAIN~~
I really should go back to inking. The lines tend to be extremely thick though, so I'd have to do the lineart AGAIN in PS, which takes forever to trace (I'm just terrible with a tablet, I shouldn't live).

Naruto is pleasantly picking up. I like the less action thingy Kishimoto-san is doing (and KAKASHI!! YESS!!) since the fight scene with the puppet dude (I have a nonexistent memory) was basically DBZ, only with a bishounen (who promptly died, of course, since shounen mangaka are pure evil) and evil Sasuke arc was completely useless except for two happy bits: 1) Sai (*glomps p*enisluvin' magnet*) and 2) hot Sasuke (yes, I think he looks a bit hotter...more zen or something, but he's starting to look like Itachi).

Oops, I forgot the bonus page. Anyways, here's the first page for my Aizen x Gin doujin that I shall never finish (as I can't recall the story...yes, my memory is that of a goldfish). It was supposed to be quite angsty and depressing.

This took me forever too, because of the lines. I should take backgrounds off the net instead of spending a gazillion hours drawing it myself. *sigh* I wonder how mangaka get their lines so straight? (And some backgrounds are incredibly detailed, with TINY lines.) Ink has nasty tendencies. I suppose they use very large pages and have a few assistants.
By the way, Hayabusa (yaoi manga...I think it's from Storm in Heaven) has lovely minimalist art. Not particularly flowery or detailed, but very pretty, particularly the faces (though the expressions could use some flexibility). However, the storyline is currently making me want to gouge my brains out in frustration. Badly paced, confusing, and simply boring. It has so much potential too, if the mangaka will just slow down and explain the universe and the characters more thoroughly so we can actually 'feel' something for the main character and understand wtf is going on. Especially because the visual language is stunning at times.

-L (still trying to think up a nick....Aniel? Btw, it's pronounced Luh-thaw-nee-yell)

Anestiel, ai adore azure

2006-07-21T02:23:39Z

I seem to be having an obsession with blue. Witness the practice sketch below:

He's a main character in an original manga I'm planning. ^^ (but knowing me, it would take infinity + 1 years before the first page came out) His eye color would be amethyst though.
Argh, Photoshop keeps fighting me and dying at odd and inconvenient times (ie., when I'm selecting a color). Well, I suppose I'm doing well enough for someone who's just received it (two days ago) but I feel like a rotton beginner. I have absolutely no clue what 99% of the functions mean or do or signify, and I consider my Engrlish to be adequate (ignore the latter part of this sentence, I know it makes no sense).
Add to that the fact that I'm so used to black and white and ink that I no longer consider the world in colors, much less shades...
On a side note, I found out what "genetic chimera" and "mosaicism" meant today. I was reading the manga Intersexual (Janimes - the first chapter has been scanlated) and looked it up on wikipedia (and I was still calling ISs hermaphrodites....argh, I feel so old-fashioned and politically incorrect) and, browsing the links, discovered that FMA is not entirely BSing with the chimera-thingy. I also discovered that there was a HUMAN-RABBIT cross which made my eyes go O_O until I read that it was not allowed to live. Blargh, I feel so terrible for that poor creature. I would've liked to know how it developed though that might've been cruel. But still interesting.

Of currency and hollow butterflies...

2006-07-18T15:02:10Z

Rupi is so damn cute and I keep thinking he's a travestite because of his ridiculous outfit (and the hair! the hair! *points screeching*) and the snarkiness. If he were a hollow type, he'd seem to be a plant-type ~~or a tentacle monster but let's not go there~~

Excuse the lousy inking job, I ran out of patience

And yes, the dripping black pool of doom is either ink or blood, or inky blood, or bloody ink, or a failed Rorschach castout, or a black mushroom. Yah.

Oh Photoshop, you slay me

2006-07-17T21:48:57Z

I got Photoshop yesterday and now get to play with it *pleased look* Take that, indigence! So I'm gracing my first post with variations on a ~~remarkably bad~~ drawing of Rupi. (I prefer the middle one, though I spent waay too much time attempting to color in PS)

Ahaha, he's not a man. ~~Technically he's a hollow, but -~~