New Angel...

FULL VEIW!!!

Don't kill me! :cowers in corner: It's not that good anyway. I just modified it to make it look... slightly better. But it's still smugy, sketching, horribly out of poroportion, and I think I might have added too much blood. (Of course, one of my friends I usually confide my artwork in just says "you can never have too much blood!" She's 18 and hadn't had her medications at the time, but I'm still quoting her on it.)

I discovered I need to practice coloring jeans. And not to try and draw hands while on a caffine high.

As most of you know I was at a party a couple weeks ago where I was on an extreme caffine high thanks to a mound of chocolate and my first coke in a few years. If it's that late at night and I've had that much caffine AND sugar, it's scary when I begin to draw. But now that I look at it, and my friends at school have told me this, but it makes sense. Anyone thinks becoming an angel is easy and painless? Sure, wings sprouting out of you back shouldn't hurt at all. (Yeah, I'm sadastic right now)

It took me a while to get this up because one: I had to get to my dad's house because he has a SCANNER!!! OH YEAH!!! and two: I was trying to figure out which version to put up. Want an explanation on that one go here: [link] I ask you to go look at it and tell me if I made the wrong choice, I got about six pictures to pick between and I chose this one.

This one has a little less brightness, and a little more contrast than the original sketch that can be found at the link above. And I added this cool special effect that is called soft glow. Looks awesome!

Anyway, I can't draw blood stains. And before anyone says that the blood on the wings is random and has no pattern, they wings just unfolded so technically there really isn't a pattern at all.

Okay, I have nothing else to say. Besides that this picture sucks, and somehow I'm still proud of it. Except that STUPID RIGHT HAND! I TOTALLY SCREWED IT UP!!! :goes off to vent... somewhere...:

Ryou Bakura and the Millenium Ring are (c) of Kazuki Takahashi. (I don't care if I spelled that wrong right now, I'll fix it later)

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ONCE AGAIN PLEASE GO TO THIS LINK!!!! [link]

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Airplane's are so much fun! (Especially if you have a sarcastic yami w/ ya! Quote from the seqal to 'hate is the new love' by Dark Hikari15 on ff.net)

“This is where we have to sit?” Bakura grumbled as he stared out the window of the plane.
“Hey, at least you’ve got the window seat!” Ryou pointed out.
“Yes, I can see...the ground.” Bakura said flatly. “Wa - hoo.”
“You agreed to come on this trip!” Ryou snapped.
“Yeah, yeah.” Bakura stretched out. “Are we in the air yet?”
“Look out the window and answer your own question.” Ryou said.
“I spose not.” Bakura grinned. “Will they pull over if I get air sick?”
“Bakuraaaaaaaaaaaa...” Ryou rolled his eyes. He stopped suddenly. “I just remembered...can you speak-”
“English? Yes.” Bakura interrupted.
Ryou blinked. “But...how did you pick it up?” He asked, thoroughly confused and surprised.
Bakura shrugged. “It’s just knowledge I obtained from you, I spose.” He shrugged. “Ever since I woke up I could speak it.”
“You mean...you’ve been able to understand it all this time?” Ryou asked slowly.
“Yeah, I always understood you when you got so mad at me you started to yell in English, or the arguments between you and your father.” Bakura smiled. “I always understood when you fought to keep me around. I just never understood why.”
“I...you cheeky bugga!” Ryou exclaimed, blushing madly.
Bakura grinned. “Cute, Ryou.” He muttered. He looked up at the panel above their heads. “Hey, I wonder what this does.” He mused, pressing a button.
“Bakura!” Ryou groaned, as a light blinded them.
“Oops.” Bakura grinned as he flicked it off.
“Hey, we’re moving!” Ryou said suddenly, as he heard the engine roar up.
“Great.” Bakura said flatly as he felt them lurch. “Are we high enough to be able to jump to my death yet?”
“We haven’t left the ground yet.” Ryou said, his heart racing faster as the plane sped up. His stomach lurched as they left the ground. “There; we’re in the air. How cool did that feel?”
“Big deal.” Bakura said flatly. “You can get the same effect with pot.”
“Bakura, please!” Ryou snapped.
“Tell the pilot to turn around; I think I see Bin Laden in the third row.” Bakura announced.
“That’s not funny.” Ryou snapped. “Please Bakura, will you just behave! For me?”
Bakura cursed softly when Ryou gave him the heart melting puppy eyes. He sat back in his seat and stayed quiet for a grand total of two minutes.
“Hey, Ryou, d’you reckon that’s Suddam Hussein in the middle row?”