I hate being emo. I SHALL DO SOMETHING CONSTRUCTIVE. Look, a massive art dump!
I am perpetually cursed by the fact that I am detatched ENOUGH from my emotions to know that they are there and be annoyed by them, but not QUITE enough to make them go away.

Shit, I'm listening to "Nobody's Girl" and "Holy Tears" and vaguely identifying with them and wanting to tell myself to shut the fuck up because I'm being pathetic.

So you get art.

Because if I'm going to mope, I'm going to do it constructively. GODDAMMIT.

I claim moodiness of the artiste.


I am making a doll. He's Sheogorath. Everything else you get under LJ-cuts. This is my "pay attention to me" shot. Sheogorath is the Daedric Prince of Madness in The Elder Scrolls game series.



It's an orc. Hoo ha.




They're pastels of Gorlim. Cell phone camera scanning sucks. Hoo ha.




It's the daM doG. Hoo ha. This is the one I've started 20 times or more and won't let me finish it.




Some Fool with a sword. Hoo ha.




The Lord of the Dance. I saw him in a dream, hoo ha. He said this to me:

""You are pure -- not sterile. You await fruition. You are... unripe, but your fruit is good. Your love is no less worthy because of your youth. And if you can keep pace now -- it is only a sign of how much more worth you will have when your time comes."




We were making fun of Walter Levartius. He's a gay mage in Zarrie's fanfic of amazing, "Destrudo." We enjoy picturing him in compromising situations with breasts. So I drew him. In about 10 minutes. Three hours ago or so. ^^




I found my dragon ring. His name is Martin now, because he looks just like the dragon in the Elder Scrolls games. And Martin is hot. Because he is Sean Bean with Woeful Eyes and a Martyr Complex. This is not art, but it is damn cool. Also, lookit my snakes. I got them two days ago. Their names are Rhedd and Ted until I can think of something that won't creep out the guys who had those names first. It's not my fault they rhyme and stick in my head!!




Marvin-Arthur-mice-pansies-TEA. My favourite characters in the book, drawn before I saw the movie. They're a little disproportionate because my camera wasn't straight. Bite me, hoo ha.




It's Corbin Halloway. Onna couch. Hoo fucking ha.




It is Faramir, hoo ha, with the Rod of the Stewards. What, you thought that referred to something else? That's how it looks in the book. It's a rod. I think Faramir probably uses it to whack Aragorn when he gets whiny.




This is Gorlim, moments before he gets snatched by orcs and dragged off to be tortured into betraying his homeland, his people, and his Captain for the sake of the woman he loved.




One can only hope beyond hope that despite Sauron's promise to cast Gorlim into hell, they found each other in the end. The poem, which is hard to read because cell phone camera photos tend to be, is below. It's one of the only poems that's ever made me cry. I'm so pathetic. e.e But it's so them, and so beautiful.


"Sonnet" by Hillaire Belloc

We will not whisper, we have found the place
Of silence and the endless halls of sleep.
Of that which breathes alone throughout the deep
The end and the beginning; and the face
Between the level brows of whose blind eyes
Lie plenary contentment, full surcease
Of violence, and the passionless long peace
Wherein we lose our human lullabies.

Look up and tell the immeasurable height
Between the vault of the world and your dear head;
That's death, my little sister, and the night
Which was our Mother beckons us to bed,
Where large oblivion in her house is laid
For us tired children, now our games are played.