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So, yep. Tried to get into a bakery, but because of the injury in my left hand and the stress not to fuck up, I completely botched a cake :< At least the sous chef there was kind enough to understand that the holidays are ALWAYS insane. Also because Tumblr’s being silly, this post should’ve been on December 14th, but only now pops up Oo;

So, yep. Tried to get into a bakery, but because of the injury in my left hand and the stress not to fuck up, I completely botched a cake :< At least the sous chef there was kind enough to understand that the holidays are ALWAYS insane.


Also because Tumblr’s being silly, this post should’ve been on December 14th, but only now pops up Oo;

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And now for something completely different. I have been meaning to do this series for a while, but it&#8217;s one of those odd ones where I have to be in the  right &#8220;mood&#8221; to draw them. This is my Manifestation series, interpretations of different emotions or feelings. The full description will be attached to each finished piece, but right now this is a WIP of Manifestation: Loathing.

And now for something completely different. I have been meaning to do this series for a while, but it’s one of those odd ones where I have to be in the  right “mood” to draw them. This is my Manifestation series, interpretations of different emotions or feelings. The full description will be attached to each finished piece, but right now this is a WIP of Manifestation: Loathing.

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Some more D&D related art, now with 50% more Free Riders! :D Up top is Gregory Higgins, once platinum-tongued bard of the Free Riders, and now rusted silver-tongue cleric of The One Hundred under command of the Platinum Chain. He’s also Megan’s love interest from the days of The Free Riders before they were disbanded for safety reasons.

Beneath is Megan, my character, eying the glowing white tattoo on her forearm that allows her to traverse the World Gate into Githyanki territory. The quote beneath says “It beats in time with my heart…”

So I fudged up on Greg’s hands, but it compensates for Meg’s AWESOME HANDS :O!

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So, to explain my unintended &#8220;hiatus&#8221;. The first three weeks of my life in 2013 could be considered something out of a biblical tale in which God and Satan get into a pissing contest and take it out on poor Job. On January 5th, my eldest cat, Oreo, passed away. She was beyond a pet, she was family. She guarded my brother when he was ill, comforted my mother on many long nights, and even warmed up to my father. She knew which lap needed her most, and never wanted much beyond the occasional scritch behind the ear. When we adopted her, she was ran over by a car, but her organs were unharmed. Rather than euthanize her, our family friend, aptly named Cat, picked her up and gave her to our household. Two years in, she broke her right leg falling down stairs; given that it has fused with her hip, it was only a matter of time. Again, the threat of euthanasia loomed, but we opted to take the leg instead. Her coat turned glossy, she got fat and was almost impossible to catch when chased around the house. Death sought her many times, snapping at her heels, but she denied it each time, leaving only when she was ready. She died sleeping in a pool of sunlight- I could not ask for a better death for one so unique as her. The following weekend, I lost my bag in a NYC cab. So, I can kiss that one goodbye. Then when I come home, I&#8217;m welcomed with the news that finances have loomed their ugly head, so pasta and crackers will now be my diet until I secure work of some sort (secure being the operative word). Then, my laptop, that held my resume and cover letter for work, up and died- shut down and refused to start. When I brought it to the Apple store, I was told that IF (big if) the data was retrievable, it would cost $100 I didn&#8217;t have. That same evening, I got into a car accident. No one was hurt besides me, thank god, and I walked away with bruised kneecaps and nose (lost control of the car and hit an unoccupied parked vehicle). So, now down a work laptop AND down a car, brilliant.And then, the worst- my friend takes me out to lunch the next day to cheer me up, and I contract food poisoning from the meal I had in the wee hours of the following morning. Huzzah for projectile involuntary evacuation! I was really expected a bird to fly over my head and just litter me in droppings; it seemed apt. But then, I went into my tea shop. After three weeks of this insanity, of all this chaos and depression, of doubt and misery, I was given a cup of tea. Happy Kombucha, actually. For a moment, things felt okay. For a moment, all of the hardship that was thrown my way, much the same as an amateur knife thrower wants to impress a crowd, there was a sense of normalcy, of familiarity. Part of me wanted to cry, but it&#8217;s not exactly good form to start bawling your eyes out in the middle of your favorite store. So instead, I pulled out my sketchbook, helping my friend with her knitting as we sat in the shop till closing, sipping tea, nibbling on cookies and chatting about everything under the sun, leaving the world and reality behind to just enjoy a moment, with a smile and a cup of tea.

So, to explain my unintended “hiatus”. The first three weeks of my life in 2013 could be considered something out of a biblical tale in which God and Satan get into a pissing contest and take it out on poor Job.

On January 5th, my eldest cat, Oreo, passed away. She was beyond a pet, she was family. She guarded my brother when he was ill, comforted my mother on many long nights, and even warmed up to my father. She knew which lap needed her most, and never wanted much beyond the occasional scritch behind the ear. When we adopted her, she was ran over by a car, but her organs were unharmed. Rather than euthanize her, our family friend, aptly named Cat, picked her up and gave her to our household. Two years in, she broke her right leg falling down stairs; given that it has fused with her hip, it was only a matter of time. Again, the threat of euthanasia loomed, but we opted to take the leg instead. Her coat turned glossy, she got fat and was almost impossible to catch when chased around the house. Death sought her many times, snapping at her heels, but she denied it each time, leaving only when she was ready. She died sleeping in a pool of sunlight- I could not ask for a better death for one so unique as her.

The following weekend, I lost my bag in a NYC cab. So, I can kiss that one goodbye. Then when I come home, I’m welcomed with the news that finances have loomed their ugly head, so pasta and crackers will now be my diet until I secure work of some sort (secure being the operative word). Then, my laptop, that held my resume and cover letter for work, up and died- shut down and refused to start. When I brought it to the Apple store, I was told that IF (big if) the data was retrievable, it would cost $100 I didn’t have. That same evening, I got into a car accident. No one was hurt besides me, thank god, and I walked away with bruised kneecaps and nose (lost control of the car and hit an unoccupied parked vehicle). So, now down a work laptop AND down a car, brilliant.

And then, the worst- my friend takes me out to lunch the next day to cheer me up, and I contract food poisoning from the meal I had in the wee hours of the following morning. Huzzah for projectile involuntary evacuation! I was really expected a bird to fly over my head and just litter me in droppings; it seemed apt.

But then, I went into my tea shop. After three weeks of this insanity, of all this chaos and depression, of doubt and misery, I was given a cup of tea. Happy Kombucha, actually.


For a moment, things felt okay. For a moment, all of the hardship that was thrown my way, much the same as an amateur knife thrower wants to impress a crowd, there was a sense of normalcy, of familiarity. Part of me wanted to cry, but it’s not exactly good form to start bawling your eyes out in the middle of your favorite store.

So instead, I pulled out my sketchbook, helping my friend with her knitting as we sat in the shop till closing, sipping tea, nibbling on cookies and chatting about everything under the sun, leaving the world and reality behind to just enjoy a moment, with a smile and a cup of tea.

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