Spirited Away

Tierra, Tiembla!

Sailor Uranus' fanart. Because she kicks ass.

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www.gutterglitter.net ;)

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materials: the oh my fuck orgasmic dip pen from heaven, a 00 brush, some wonderful chinese black ink, photoshop CS3 (I haven't seriously found any difference on what can be done between all the different versions of photoshop I've used) and liquid paper.

someday I'll take the time to make my own typography, in the meantime we don't, gasp!

still got the blues

WIP: usagi

inks for an art trade with Luli, who wanted my rabbit girls :)

I think the last drawing I made of them is years, yeaaaars old. Colours will be up shortly!

rose bush: clean version

The last rose bush was planted at the top of a mountain, isolated from the world as punishment for having been a source of temptation and wicked desires. In its hair, bloomed the heavy flowers of its past passions, and birds made of bronze guarded it zealously, ready to peck out its eyes should it try to descend.

However, it does not try, for the rose bush is wise and knows the hearts of men, and prefers to stay up there, away from them, refusing to feed their perverted desire of watching it crawl.



(ink + colour touches for the inkgroup at dA. The version I sent has more shades, as I wanted to increase the idea of volume, and the one at dA has colours, colours everywhere. This is the one I am fond of)

Everything will Flow

a little something which is part of a bigger something
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una cosa que es parte de otra cosa

WIP: Monsieur Pirate

the dagger he is hiding got, well, hidden by mr. googles


The Improver:


Monsieur Pirate. He considers himself a scientist more than a pirate, though, and a gentleman of quite gentlemanly ways.

He is far from that, of course.

*But* he does keep to his word and is fairly responsible considering we are talking about a person who is mostly absolutely selfish; so after the initial surprise of finding himself married to his life-long enemy, instead of running away he chose to stick to it and be a Man.

The world would regret this forever.

INK: A pirate's life for me!

this has to be the most bizarre thing I've drawn so far.

Story time:

Once upon a time, there was a pirate lady called The Bad Wench, who was feared by all in the Seven Seas. Not only was she called that way because she was bad and a wench, but also because she had the very nasty habit of playing necromancer with her crew whenever something ill happened to them (as dying, for example)

During the same days of this woman's dreadful reign of terror, there was another pirate, almost as vile and hated as the previously mentioned excuse of a lady. This man forced others to call him The Improver, for he was certain there was nothing he couldn't, well, improve. With some tinkering here and there. And some bolts. And rope. And whatever there could be at hand.
As this improving of his also extended to his crew and whoever happened to be near, plus a very very painful process, he was avoided at all costs by everyone who knew him.

Considering he was flashy as hell, he was widely known.

These two persons not only shared terrible reputations of their own, but also a rivalry that had turned so annoying to both of them that they decided to be adults about it and meet face to face to discuss the situation.

Many drinks later, they found themselves waking up in the same bed and married. Taking into account that the path of the pirate was lonely with just dead people or screaming people around, they accepted their new bond as an acceptable solution to their problem; their highly narcissistic personalities internally thinking that the other was lucky of having found such a fortunate match as themselves.

Oddly enough, it was a fortunate match indeed. The Improver met her living-dead crew, and a world of potential opened up before him. No more complaining people screaming whenever he wanted to attach a new limb on them, no more whimpering!
And the Bad Wench could finally stopped worrying about how to find a new crew when they started rotting. It was blissful.

Right then, enjoying the advantages the other brought into their lives, it could be said that they even fell a little bit in love.

Just a little.

As the tides went by the Improved Zombies became the thing legends are made of, and thus is how we know the story today.

(Fortunately for all, no children blessed that marriage)

The End