Lovers' Rivalry

TOO CUTE NOT TO SHARE~!!!!!

Can't Cheat Death

This comic is cute, thought I'd share with you guys.

Comic art in minimalistic at its best

Kimin's Diary-Entry 1-4

First panel
Suzy: Auntie, next time you don't have to trouble yourself cooking up a storm for me.

Second panel
Suzy: Just call me over, and I can have a cook-out with you. I'd love you to try out my cooking as well.

Third panel
Mom: Uh...OK, I...I promise...

Fourth panel
Kimin: He he, not only did Suzy pass Mommy's test...

Last panel
Kimin: She is now my sister-in-law!

Kimin's Diary-Entry 1-3

First panel
Kimin: That night we finally met Boboy's girlfriend. Her name was Suzy. She's kinda pretty...

Second panel
Kimin: But she's gotta pass our Mommy's test first!

Last panel
Kimin & Mom: Stomach!

Kimin's Diary-Entry 1-2

First panel
Mom: I bought this fish from a Chinese hawker just now. I forgot what's the fish called, but according to the hawker's wife if I want to test if Boboy's girlfriend is the Right One, this is the best fish to do it, because it's not the flesh that's tasty, but the stomach.

Second panel
Mom: So if she takes the flesh, she's a good girl.

Third panel
Mom: If she goes straight for the stomach, then it's not good, meaning she's selfish.

Fourth panel
Kimin: Is Boboy's girlfriend...a Chinese?
Mom: Yeah. How do you know that?
Kimin: No wonder she chose this fish.

Kimin's Diary-Entry 1-1

Kimin's close-up
Kimin: What?

First panel
Mom: Your brother is bringing home his girlfriend for dinner with us tonight.

Second panel
Kimin: Since when does Boboy have a girlfriend?!
Mom: Boboy is still a guy, after all

Third panel
Kimin: Well, I don't really mean that way. What I meant was I thought Boboy was...

Fourth panel
Kimin: A freakin' bookworm...Having nerds for friends...Not a single interest in girls at all...
Mom: That's a little over the top thinking your brother that way, Kimin.

Fifth panel
Kimin: So is Boboy's girlfriend alright?
Mom: I dunno. Never really got to meet her.

Sixth panel
Mom: But I got an idea on how to test her out~!
Creepy
Kimin: Mommy...

Kimin's Diary-Cover Title

Life of a teenage girl is full of spice and twist and turns, and for Kimin, it is nothing short than interesting.

Join her tales and adventures as she records her life and its experiences, an entry at a time

FranCille - Europe Skies

Finally got down to it and made a AMIP FranCille fanvid!

I was listening to Europe Skies by Alexander Rybak and I thought this song would pretty much suit it, so here you are. It's basically like Franc singing for Lucille on how he met and how they were now

Sorry if it's crappy coz these are all that I could work with, with what limited footage and pics I have

Disclaimer: I do not own whatever was used to make this video

Deaths of Artists

RIP Takeshi Shudo

The creator of Pokemon, Takeshi Shudo, passed away at 4:03 AM JST on October 29th at the age of 61.

“MSN Japan reports that Takeshi Shudō, former head writer of the Pokémon anime, collapsed at Nara railway station’s smoking area around 6:00am on Thursday, October 28th. Upon being discovered by a passerby, he was rushed to the hospital and is undergoing surgery. It was soon determined at the hospital’s emergency care center that Shudō had suffered a subarachnoid hemorrhage in his head. ” -bulbanews

RIP Yoshito Usui


I found out a few weeks ago from a fellow Deviant Art friend of mine, Raidenokreuz, that Yoshito Usui, creator of Crayon Shin Chan was dead. He died on Sept 11 on a hiking accident. Autopsy shows that he might have fallen to his death while taking a picture from a cliff as a broken digital camera was found beside his body at the crime scene.

I more or less grew up with Shin Chan when I first bought the manga when I was in Primary 4. I totally laugh like a maniac every time Shin Chan does something outrageously silly and that manga pretty much relieves my stress whenever I read them. I never watched the anime coz his drawings is already kinda, sorta ugly enough. But despite the ugliness of the drawing, the humour overshadows it and you can really just forget that flaw and just enjoy the storyline for the sake of it. Although to read this, you must throw all logic away.

I've read his other works before and they were quite...adult-themed in nature, not for kiddies' eyes, but other than that, his works still rocks. I was in shock to hear about his death. It was just so...overwhelming to hear that this man who had brought smiles and laughter to everyone in the world would be...well...dead.

Even my fiance was shocked. First we lost the King of Pop Michael Jackson, then we lost Farah Fawcett, one of the women who started Charlie's Angels, and now this. What is it with this year and celebrities' deaths?

RIP, Yoshito Usui. You'll be dearly missed...

One of them I already posted in my personal blog but since it's art-related, I decided to post a copy here

Osmosis Jones Hyadain World Western Show

I saw the TFP version of this and I just simply couldn't resist! I HAD to make a vid outta this. The original song is from Super Mario called 'Super Mario Hyadain World Western Show' where Koopa fights with Mario over Princess Peach's affection, but played by our OJ characters, and who better than to do the Thrax/Ozzy/Drix love triangle, with Leah in the mix XD

Those who can't see the lyrics (which I grabbed and modified from the original song to suit this universe) is down here:

Drix: Hey, Thrax, you're such a stubborn fellow
Why don't you give up on Ozzy?

Thrax: Well, I regret to inform you that's unacceptable.
I'm her destiny no doubt about it!

Ozzy: Won't the two of you stop it?
Just look at the mirror...

Drix&Thrax: Well, you don't have to say such a thing...
Men compete with their heart!

::Interlude::

Thrax: Nice job

Drix: Ah, nice job

Thrax: Drix baby, how are things lately?

Drix: Doing excellent, you know. The phlegm and fever are all smoothed out

Thrax: Isn't that nice? No time to slow down.

Drix: Oh, cut it out, Thrax. Ah, second verse is starting.

::Second Verse::

Thrax: My sweetest Ozzy babe, I'm in love with you
If you can't understand that, I'll have to kidnap and seal you away again

Drix: I'll steal you back risking my life
But I can't steal your heart.

Ozzy: Cut it out, both of you
Are you listening to me at all?

Drix&Thrax: The tsundere in you is also charming
And men compete with their heart!

::Second Interlude::
Suki sa suki sa suki sa
(I love you I love you I love you)
Suki sa daisuki da
(Love you love you a lot)

::Third Verse::

Leah: Wait a minute! Aren't you forgetting someone?
Luigi! Entering the stage! Thanks for waiting!
Wait? What? Excuse me?

Thrax: KY! KY! Try to understand the atmosphere here
(KY is a Japanese term for spoiling the romantic moment)

Drix: If you get carried away I'll really kick the hell outta you!

Ozzy: One health freak is enough for me
Quite insolent for a stand-in

Drix&Thrax: By looks we'd only pass medium/low class

Drix: Well, men compete with their heart

Thrax: Men compete with their heart

Ozzy: Men compete with their face

::Ending::

Thrax: Ah, it's finally over

Drix: I'm exhausted

Thrax: So let's get the night life rolling

Drix: Ah, sorry, I got....this and that for today

Thrax: Ah, you fiend, next time won't you introduce him to me?

Drix: Wait,is the mic still on?

Thrax: Is it? My bad!

Disclaimer: I do not own whatever was used to create this fanvid

Love Song Requiem

Created: 24-10-2011

LOVE SONG REQUIEM

Emily se trouver un meilleur endroit pour s'endormir

We were friends longer than we can remember. We lived at opposite ends; he lived on the shoulder blade area, I was near the rump. But everyday, when the sun rises and seeps through the monkey’s hair, we would meet, and we would do everything together. We were inseparable. That’s how it was between us. And we were content.

Elle appartient aux contes de fées que je ne pourrait jamais être

The first thing I saw of myself was hands, hands that only humans would have, not for a flea. In the midst of cloud and smoke and loud exclamation, I saw myself standing on my hind legs, looking at the oddity that was myself before me. Small head, broad shoulders, four hands and two feet. A face…a face! With features of man! And when I turned around, there was our host monkey and the old human who used to pet and talk gibberish to him standing there looking at us with an expression I did not recognize. I was terrified. I was trembling in horror at what have I turned into. Who am I? What am I? What have I become?

Before I could scream into a frenzy, a hand that was similar to my own held mine. I looked up to see a creature who was of the same oddity as I was. Almost the same features, but still slightly different in a sense. I didn’t know who he was at first, but a gentle chirp “Brethren?” that escaped his lips told me who he actually was. And for now, I felt safe.

La hante l'avenir avec des souvenirs que je n'aurais jamais pu

The old professor came over again. He said he brought us our food and that he was not going to hurt us and hope that we would be friends. I didn’t give him the chance. I growled at him to drop the dead felines and canines he collected at our feet and leave, holding my brethren close and brandishing the tiny knife I managed to snag the day my brethren and I had turned into his accidental abominations. I dared him to come closer. He did not. He just tried to calm me while putting the food down and backed away carefully. I kept my eyes on him long enough until I could no longer see him before I picked up the canines and felines and divided it between us.

My brethren asked when will it be that we would return to normal and be back to our old home. I could not answer that. I don’t even know if the professor had any intention of turning us back the way we were. To be honest, I don’t even trust him with manhandling us. No filthy human was ever going to touch my brethren. He’s all I have in this fucked up world. And I will protect him with everything I’ve got.

Et l'espoir est juste un étranger, se demandant comment il allait si mal

The old man had not returned for several weeks now. He had left our host monkey in charge of the lab, but our host monkey did not dare to try and approach us. He just brought our food religiously and was content with keeping his distance from us. Which was fine, because I honestly cannot cope with any being other than my brethren. He’s all I’ve got right now, and he’s the only thing that made sense to this surreal reality.

So when he heard unfamiliar noises approaching the greenhouse we reside in, I tried my best to keep up with my brethren when we made ourselves scarce. I tried to run as fast as he could, but I’m still trying to get used to walking on hind legs. I tripped and fell, and my brethren was far ahead of me. He tried to come back to me, but the sound of my fall caught the intruders’ attention. I locked eyes with a dwarfish human who returned his gaze with the look of horror, and when a tall, lanky human barged in asking his friend what was wrong, I panicked. I leapt upwards, crashing through the glass roof and out into the open. I shouldn’t have done that. I never should’ve done that. I am leaving my brethren behind in the mercy of those humans, but I didn’t dare to go back to check on him. And I felt terrible for that.

--

Je meurs chaque fois que vous regarder loin

I searched high and low for my brethren. The moment the two pesky humans who scared him had left, I quickly leapt out the same way he did and looked for him through every nook and cranny. I peeked through an old human female’s window, scaring the hell out of her in the process, and more or less horrified another younger human female into unconsciousness at an alley. It was to be expected. If the old professor could be terrified by our looks, it’s no surprise that other humans suffer such affliction too. But that wasn’t important. If I have to scare a few humans into submission to locate my brethren, so be it.

Imagine my shock when I found him, in tattered human clothes, sitting crouched in a tiny alley right in front of a building called L'oiseau Rare. Unlike my brethren who is perfectly fine with staying in his little world, I took the trouble to learn and study the culture of humankind, which includes learning their language. The old professor doesn’t know I have learnt human speech (and I don’t intend to let him know), and my brethren seemed to have lack the vocal means to be able to communicate in human speech; he would be torn apart by the humans without hesitation. But as I was about to go there to take him, a young female came out. She looked hesitant at first, almost afraid, but she approached him anyway, holding out an umbrella. She asked if he had a name, but he could not reply, nor is there any human language to describe our names. She then invited him to follow her, to enter her home. I wanted to stop him, to run there to grab him and drag him away from this treacherous human, but he got up hesitantly, his eyes filled with the same trust he had with me and followed her inside. I didn’t know what possessed me to hide out of sight when she stuck her head out to check if no one was looking, but I did, and I regretted that action that very night.

Mon cœur, ma vie, ne sera jamais le meme

The human lady was kind. She asked me for a name, but I couldn’t tell her, because I cannot speak. My vocals were more primitive than my brethren’s. She took me in, gave me a warm bath and told me her name was Lucille. She gave me a name ‘Francoeur’, because she found me on the street with the same name. It was a nice name; it had a nice ring to it. The old man never gave us a name. He just called us ‘Subject A’ and ‘Subject B’. She gave me some food to eat, and even though it tasted bland and foreign, it was only nice to accept them, and I was hungry anyway. I didn’t want to be clothed at first—I have no need to—but I’m glad I indulged her, because whatever she made me wear gave me a sense of security. A sense of belonging. A sense of…humanity. She said that wearing clothes will keep people from finding out how I really look, because most people are not as understanding as she was. In a way, she was right. I admit that I am frightening to people, even to the old human and our host monkey. If donning these clothes would help protect me from the dangers ahead, then it is wise to do so. Besides, she said I look sharp in it. And I agree.

Cet amour va prendre mon tout

I could not believe my eyes when I saw what the female was doing to my brethren. She bathed him in a tub that would surely drown him, fed him with human food that was not meant for our stomachs and clothed him unnecessarily, and even gave him a name. ‘Francoeur’. It means ‘honest heart’. While the name suited him very well, the getup did not. She was trying to make him human! One of them! The very species I have been tried to protect his young brethren from! He is not human! He is a flea, and should be proud of it, but he threw that pride away for a mere human female! Does he not remember me anymore? Does he not think of me anymore? Am I so easily forgotten? Were years of being together so easily wiped away by a mere few hours with a species that barely understands us? I will rescue you from her grasp, Francoeur, and take you home where you truly belong.

Un souffle, une seule touche, ce sera la fin de moi

Lucille taught me how to use the guitar, and I suddenly discovered that while I cannot talk, my vocal capacity is able to vibrate in such a way that I can imitate song and music. She even taught me how to sing, and I feel almost connected to her in a way. Though there were still barriers as to how I should communicate with her, I think the human term ‘action speaks louder than words’ sorta apply here. She told me the guitar belonged to her father, who was a traveling musician, and told me that her mother had ran off to America to marry some rich human male and left her behind with her father, and when her father died from pneumonia, her aunt and uncle were kind enough to take her in. I cannot believe how a mother would abandon such a beautiful creature like her and how delicate and fragile being like her was able to endure such a tragic life and maintain that angelic smile. I suppose that her divine demeanour could be the reason why she was able to look past my monstrosity and see me as…well, me. The only other person who sees me that way is my brethren, but it seems that he didn’t manage to leave the greenhouse. What have the two humans done to him, I wonder. Did they hurt him? No, he would be able to hold his own. I bet he was able to hide from them. He was so good at hiding. As much as I like my new home, I miss my brethren, and I do wish he’s OK.

--

Vous pourriez être la goutte d'eau qui me ramène à la terre

Rumours of a monster in Paris spread across town. To think that my innocent acts of searching for my brethren caused such a destructive sensation throughout humankind. Such is a nature of humans. They fear things they don’t understand. There is a human law enforcer who seemed to have taken interest in my case, but he would never suspect it was me. No, he didn’t even realize that I was walking just right by him in plain sight, although these much abhorred human clothing served their purpose well to shield me from detection. I still remain within the vicinity of L'oiseau Rare, watching, learning, waiting for the opportune moment where I can take Francoeur from harm’s way. I watched him as he went on stage with that female human named Lucille, acting as if he was part of humanity and entertaining them like some circus freak. I will admit that his voice was surprisingly beautiful to the ears, but this was not where he should belong. He belongs with me, with his kind! Not this joke of a life where he had to wear a mask to conceal his true self from the world and with a woman that insist it is for his safety when she was just ashamed to be around in public without the mask! And I worry that he may get in trouble with the human law enforcer they call ‘Prefet Maynott’, because he had the same eyes towards Lucille as I have towards Francoeur.

Aéroports toujours en attente pleine de l'amour que vous méritez

I met the two humans again that I’ve seen at the greenhouse when we went backstage after another successful performance. Lucille introduced them as Raoul (the tall lanky human) and Emile (the dwarfish human), her somewhat childhood friends she knew since she was just a hatchling. We shook hands, but I forgot that I did not have my other hand in the sleeves and gloves and instinctively shook both their hands at the same time. They were shocked, as expected, and told Lucille that I was the monster every human in Paris was talking about. Have I been spotted by other humans and have scared them when I was escaping the greenhouse? How can I be so careless? Now Lucille will be in danger and it’s all my fault.

But I was surprised when Lucille slapped both Raoul and Emile, defending me and insisting to them that I was not a monster. Only my brethren had ever defended me, but here stood a human female who defended me and protected me from the dangers of humanity’s prejudice. Does that mean she…? No, I cannot bring myself to think such a thing. She could never…with a creature like me…but she said I was not a monster…does that mean…I have a chance…? And maybe even…something more…?

J'ai Souhaitant pourrait trouver un moyen de laver le passé

After weeks of watching and waiting, finally that Lucille and her family were called out for a social dinner to Prefet Maynott’s mansion. Francoeur had to be left at home because she thinks he is not ready to be in an actual social crowd yet. I, for once, agree with her. He couldn’t even talk to her, let alone a herd of humans before him. I took that opportune moment to leap into his room, surprising him with my wellbeing and shared a heartfelt reunion. I told him that I took on the name ‘Chaos’ because of the chaos I created due to my search for him, and begged him to come with me, to go home or run away, anywhere but here.

Nothing prepared me for what I had to hear from my brethren tonight. Not only did he tell me that he do not wish to leave, but also he told me the reason he didn’t want to leave was because he had fallen for the human female. I was naturally furious. I told him that humans are not capable of loving monsters like us, that they would never see us anymore than just an abomination that should not exist. Has he not learnt that harsh lesson when we were with the old professor or when the two human males found us? I told him that there is no way Lucille would ever love him back, that only I…I bit back those last words. It felt so wrong to utter it. To have such feelings for a brethren, a member of the same gender…? No, this was just my over-protectiveness talking. I changed the subject by saying that only I can understand him, that only I can truly see him as he really is, but he was adamant. He said Lucille defended him, she said he was not a monster, and he believe he could have a future with her, and that even if he didn’t, he was content to live within humanity and be by his saviour’s side for the rest of his life.

That night, my heart broke, and I had never felt more betrayed as I left his room, shedding my first tears in years.

Sachant que mon cœur se brise, mais au moins la douleur va durer

Lucille read to me tonight before bed. I always love the human stories she reads, especially the story Belle et la Bête where the Beast turns into human and gets Beauty. It was a wonderful story that filled me with hope, hope that Lucille and I would be together just as the Beast did with Beauty, even though Lucille reminded me that this was fiction, not real. It did not hurt to dream now, did it? But what if Chaos, my brethren, was right? What if she cannot love me the way I have hoped for? What if her heart actually belonged to that childhood friend of hers, that Raoul? The way she talked to him, even though there were annoyances in between, seemed to show a little hint of fondness between each other, like a love-hate relationship. Even if she did not love Raoul, what if she could not bring herself to love me, like what Chaos said? What if…No, no, I must not think such negative thoughts. I would be just playing into Chaos’ hands. I have to prove to him that I can make my own decisions, that I can protect myself now and learn to be strong just like him. Even if the possibility is small, it is still there for me to believe that we may have a future together. Even if only as friends, it would be alright for me. And I’m sure of it.

--

Je meurs chaque fois que vous regarder loin

I did not know why I did not leave. After what Francoeur had said to me, I should be running off, disappearing into the night, leaving him to his own devices and let him learn how it feels like to disbelieve me. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t leave him alone. So I stayed. I continued to fuel humanity’s fear of Le Monstre, leaving dead canines and felines in my wake and maybe nip the occasional human if my hunger was too much to bear, and that Prefet Maynott continues to raise his suspicious eyes at Francoeur, who seems to be intent to want to have an in-depth conversation (more like interrogation) with him, but continuously rejected by Lucille with some flimsy excuse only humans would believe. Did I do this to spite him? To bully him into submission? To force him to return to me? I don’t know.

All I know is that when I enter the cabaret to check on him, it somehow made my heart skip a beat when he seemed to be looking my way as he sang, as if he was singing it to me, but yet seeing him having so much fun with the human female, that smile he had that used to be reserved for my eyes only, made my heart go sour with jealousy, which motivated me into venting out my frustrations by scaring the living daylights out of the humans. Do I really have feelings for my own brethren? Am I really falling in love with him? Or is it the years of being together both as a small flea and a big monster to the point of inseparable clouded my emotions? It was a deadlock, and I know that one day, Francoeur would pay the price for my actions.

Mon cœur, ma vie, ne sera jamais le meme

That old family friend Prefet Maynott was getting more and more suspicious of me. This morning, he almost forced his way on Lucille and barged into the cabaret looking for me because he thinks I am Chaos, the monster that terrorized Paris. If it weren’t for Raoul and Emile who brought me out of the cabaret through the backdoor and hid me in their car, he would’ve found me. I’m sure Chaos didn’t mean any harm. I’m sure they’ve mistaken his actions as being monstrous and dangerous, but why me? Could he not tell that when the incidents happen I was with Lucille all the time? Could he not notice that when those things happen I was on stage performing or in the music room practicing with Lucille? Could he not deduce that when Chaos was around, I was with Raoul watching him fail another invention or eating popcorn with Emile while watching his favourite movie flick? Why could he not think of other people besides me? I cannot help but feel that the Prefet was jealous of me being with Lucille, and he would stop at nothing to expose me for something I didn’t do.

Cet amour va prendre mon tout

My worries came true. Prefet Maynott had started to target Francoeur, and he had to be on the run. I have to admire the three humans Raoul, Emile and Lucille who went out of their way to protect him. Of course, pride kept me from showing up to help my brethren, but that doesn’t mean I cannot help him in the sidelines. With clues that only we both nurtured and understand during our flea years on our host monkey, I left a trail for him to follow so that he could escape and evade the Prefet safely. The Prefet was chasing them around like mad as hell, and I was right when I thought that he had the same eyes he had for Lucille as I had for Francoeur, because when he used that blimp (where I was hiding on top of) to grab Raoul’s car and hovered above La Siene and threatened to shoot Francoeur and take him with him dead or alive, we could both hear him hiss in that jilted tone, saying that Lucille should’ve been his and he had ruined it, both Raoul and Francoeur, and if he couldn’t have her, no one will. I had to do something to stop him, or at least stall him. I punctured the blimp with my teeth and claws, and hope for the best.

Un souffle, une seule touche, ce sera la fin de moi

The Prefet was dead. Somehow the blimp burst and when he was distracted by the noise, we went for the gun, trying to wrestle it out of him. The blimp went crashing against the Eiffel Tower and we both ended up clinging for dear life on the scaffolding while Raoul and I had a face-off with the Prefet. The fight was long and arduous, and we had a few close calls in between, but in the end, when it came down to it, I wasn’t really much of a killer. When the Prefet lost his footing and fell back, I grabbed him and tried to pull him up to safety, but he screamed “Don’t touch me, you monster!” and stabbed my hand with his tiny pocket knife and forced me to let him fall to his doom. No one could survive that, not even me.

As we clung to the scaffolding and breathed a sigh of relief, I turned to see Lucille crawling hurriedly to Raoul and hugging him, crying happy tears, saying how glad she was that he was alright. I watched in horror as she planted those lips on Raoul’s, kissing him deeply like in the stories where the heroine would kiss the hero and proclaimed her love to him, just as she did now, saying that she had always loved him as a child and that had never changed. She did not love me. She could not love me. She never loved me. And I am better off alone.

--

Emily se trouver un meilleur endroit pour s'endormir

I am standing before La Siene under the pouring rain, slowly removing the ridiculous clothing that hid away what I truly am: a monster. They must be looking for me right now, but I couldn’t care less anymore. I crept down the tower and leapt away from the scene as quietly as I could after what I saw. Lucille has her own happy ending, and it did not include me. I realized that I was no longer in Belle et la Bête, but in Le Bossu de Notre-Dame where the hunchback did not get the girl, not even in death. From that moment I realized that even though I told myself that I would be fine if Lucille did not return my feelings, I could never endure the pain of watching her in his arms, getting married, having a family, growing old together for the rest of my life. I couldn’t. I was lying to myself, and I lied hard and deep, to the point that the truth hurts me the worst when it broke through the lies. I am neither man nor flea. I am an existence that shouldn’t have been, and I shall correct that error…

Peut-être qu'elle va me sauver dans les océans de son rêve

I saw Francoeur at the edge of La Siene, preparing to jump. I realized he was gone when I got off the blimp to find that he was not there with his human companions. One look at Lucille in Raoul’s embrace, I pretty much have guessed what had happened. He needs me the most now, and there he was trying to off himself. No, I cannot allow it! Not after all these years of being together as brethren and all those days of protecting you in my arms and all these months watching over you in the sidelines to make sure you are safe! I cannot allow you to be lost to La Siene! I jumped after him, both of us hitting the water. I swam as fast as I could towards him, wrapping my arms around him and dragged him back up to shore. I shook him awake, trying to get him to return to me. That female is not worth dying for, I said. I will not let you leave me alone, not after all these time! I cannot lose you! I love you, Francoeur! I love you! Please don’t leave me again…

Et peut-être un jour l'amour

I opened my eyes slowly. Why am I not dead? Why am I not consumed by the depths of La Siene? Why do I still feel the rain pouring down on my face? I looked up to see that it was Chaos. Chaos? Are you crying? What did you say? You love me? Yes…it all made sense now. Our years together on our host monkey, our days together in the greenhouse as giant fleas, our estranged weeks where you came back for me but I rejected, the clues you left behind for me to follow to escape…How could I have been so blind…? How could I have searched for a love that was not meant to be when the one who truly loves me was right here before me? Please hold me…Please love me…Please love me more than I could ever want or need…Please don’t leave me…

Peut-être qu'un jour l'amour

We have each other now. And we love each other. And we are content.

FIN

Ugly as Fuck

I was back in my hometown and somehow dug through my old drawers of my childhood home and discovered some old drawings I had that I did when I was a kid

During the golden years of Disney, I prolly have watched every single Disney movie under the sun. And yes, at the tender age of grade school, I've already discovered the art of gender-bending.

This is my Disney gender-bends, drawn when I was 9 or 10

OMGHOLYFUCKMYARTISUGLYASFUCK

Dholl Arts

Like creepy dark arts?

Have a thirst for the macabre?

Go click on the image above and check out this art site.

It'll feed your morbid fascination for the creepers

Death & The Maiden

Ever since I posted that drawing of Death and his lover in that Monster and Maiden post, I've been obsessed with looking for the perfect Death & human lover art.

And look what I have found?!

The most terrifying yet the most beautiful necro art I have ever seen in my life.

Death & The Maiden is based on this poem by the fabulous composition by Schubert based on a poem by German poet Matthias Claudius:

Maiden:
Pass me by! Oh, pass me by!
Go, fierce man of bones!
I am still young! Go, rather,
And do not touch me.
And do not touch me.

Death:
Give me your hand, you beautiful and tender form!
I am a friend, and come not to punish.
Be of good cheer! I am not fierce,
Softly shall you sleep in my arms!

Much Appreciated~!

Sometimes it just feels awesome to be receiving gifts from fellow fans and friends.

These are just some of the many wonderful gifts (that I managed to filter out of the gajillion favs I have in my fav gallery) that are given to me. Might add others as well soon.

Sailors Ahoy!

The Beasties in sailor outfit, just because.

Sail ahoy~!

Little Black Dress

The Beasties dressed in their glamorous little black dresses being all hipsters. Yayy~!

Fruitti Tutti

The Beasties in their maid outfit promoting fruity goodness

Fruits are good for you, boys and girls!

Baywatchers

The Beasties is back~!

Just some random drawings of them, since it's been forever since I drew them.

The Beasties in their best swimsuits. Oh la la~!

Tumblr Meme

I saw this in Tumblr and I just COULDN'T resist, not after seeing what uber witty titles that other people had made in Tumblr.

See the results of other works and those who wanna do can get the original blank meme here

Taste of Reality

A few words from the original artist themselves:

A fantastic collab with !!

Anga was the mastermind behind this concept. He thought of the idea and I merely drew under his direction. The drive behind the concept was very clever. He wanted the first half, where Simba is still in the Disney world, to be drawn by me in my digital comic style. This was then contrasted with his own style. Compared with my style, Anga's traditional drawings bring out the harsh reality of the second world - where Simba meets reality. Of course, this is based on the movie Matrix. In the film, this was contrasted well with colour and form. Anga's idea reflected this well.

It was a great experience working with such an awesome artist. The final result is here for all to see. Great stuff Anga!

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Anga's words:

It's all started with 's kiriban. Before that I had an idea - to draw comics with someone. And then suddenly I saw the number 6665 in the Juffy's gallery. After 30 minutes of waiting, finally i caught kiriban. Well, after that all started. I don't know how Juffy tolerated me because I was sometimes too meticulous. Thanks her for her patience. After she showed me the first sketches, I was very happy. It was so cool - a person from far away draws by my sketches! And I am very thankful to her for that.
Her style is perfectly approached to this idea.
We've done a cool job!
Hope you like it

Awesome work. One part of me is in awe of it and other part of me can't stop laughing! XD

Ice Cream Skribble

Trying my luck on this Skribble contest that was going on in dA in conjunction with the 11th dA Birthday celebrations. Not expecting to win much coz of the super entries out there I've seen so far, but who knows? Keeping my fingers crossed here.

Desperate Beasties

Sorry for the lack of update, due to both our heavy and busy schedule, but I decide to be a bigger person and post one of my old art as I attempted to redraw The Beasties, and integrate it with Desperate Housewives just for fun.

Zeitgeist Preview Arts

My friend and I, who goes by the codename Mimeme for privacy (and shyness) reasons, have been collaborating on writing an IZ fanfic. She has two in mind: a main one and an AU one that are snippets that sets the main one in motion. I'm co-authoring the AU part, mainly because she's borrowing my IZ OC Majara and a few others for the AU part.

Here, with her permission, I feature some of her doodles based on the fanfic.

Concept art of Dib and Gaz

My most favourite scene in which she doodled the POV of Twik after his smeeby was a failure

Concept art of Deez and Taz, lovechild of Gaz/Zim

The Tallest with their young smeets groomed to be the next in line for the Tallest

Short doodle of Dib and Zim arguing, which brought back Zim's old wounds

Concept art of the new generation of Pak-less Irkens

More concept art of the Pakless Irkens at a younger age

Concept art again of Dib and Gaz

My OC Majara, revamped by her, which is pretty awesome, ftw
My OC Majara in her human disguise. Way better than I have imagined X3

One of the early scenes of Chapter 1 of the main fic

Tallest Purple being one of those "Who's my cute smeet~? Yes, you are~! Yes, you are~!" Daddies XD

The enemy our IZ gang will face in the main fic, the Navokai, which is a sort of parasitic drone that inhibits people, both human and Irkens alike

Doodle scene of the battle at the end of the main fic

Super sad death scene, the end game of the main fic [oh noes~! spoilers~!]

There you have it. So totally look forward to our upcoming (tentative title) Zeitgeist!

Zeitgeist Preview Snippets-Part 3

Sorry that there hasn't been any fanfic updates for like forever, since I've super hectic and all. But right now, the status is that I'm working on a Jigoku Sensei Nube, as well as being a co-author with Mel Celestial in writing her IZ fanfic both a main one and an AU one with the tentative title "Zeitgeist". I'm focusing more on the AU side of it, of course.

Here's a preview of my part of the fanfic:

"Come on, come on..."

Sol was at the edge of her toes as she watched her latest batch of eggs starting to hatch. Her hands clasped tight as her heart prayed that this time it would be a success.

This marked the 4th time she and Twik had tried for smeebies to secure their lineage. The past 3 times were a total failure; all the eggs were stillborn and did not hatch. Worse, the 2nd time she and Kwil tried for smeebies ended up in a miscarriage due to work-related stress.

Sol shuddered at the memory of being fine for one moment, and then the next moment she was starting to bleed between her legs and the eggs just slid out of her womb in front of her eyes the moment the medics removed her bodysuit to try and salvage the pregnancy. If it weren't for the fact that the level-headed Kwil was there by her side throughout the entire ordeal (blame his human-raised emotions for that, since Irken females usually go through birth alone), she would've been screaming at the medics, blaming them for her loss (again, blame her human-raised emotions for that).

Sol shook her head to rid of that memory. This time the eggs are hatching. This time it will work. It will succeed.

Time passed almost too slowly for her liking as the eggs popped and cracked. Sol was almost tempted to just use her claw and ripped the shell apart but she knew it would only break the cycle and interrupt the smeebies' natural process of breathing on their own. She had to restrain herself as she continued watching. Her leg couldn't stop tapping though.

Finally, after what felt like forever, 3 eggs have successfully hatched. 3 beautiful little smeebies crawled out of their shell, wheezing and mewling for their mother. Sol mourned for the loss of the other 2 eggs that failed to hatch, but soon regained composure as she cradled the 3 successful ones in her arms.

All 3 smeebies were born physically perfect. They all inherited the claws and bipeds of their father and had their father's darker green complexion. Sol cooed at them lovingly as she checked their cloacas: 2 males and 1 female. Both males somehow inherited her eyes while the female inherited their father's eyes. Sol could almost cry with joy if not for the fact that the tough part was after the hatching process.

Grabbing a cloth, she gently wiped the smeebies down, cleaning them off of the mucus and tiny shell shards that clung on their skin. She couldn't risk cleaning them in the birth tank until the worst is over. The smeebies, once hatched, had to be given a 30 minutes headstart to see if their will to live was strong enough to adjust to life outside the egg. If they did not last for the first 30 minutes of their lives, they are considered a failure along with the rest of the stillborn eggs. It was a touch-and-go situation.

Wrapping them up in big towels to give them some warmth, Sol cradled them close to her chest, rocking them every so often. The smeebies had stopped mewling and flailing and had settled to cooing and sucking their thumbs.

"You're strong, like your father. You can do this, I know you can. Fight on, fight to live in this world, my little smeebies," Sol whispered as she paced around the room. "I know your father will decide names for you later, but I am going to have a say of name for at least one of you. Hmm...Let's see, I think I'll name you Sonia, how's that?" she tapped the female smeeby's antennas at that, "Yes, I'm definitely giving you the name Sonia. I don't care if they say I'm not supposed to name you before you survive this phase, but I'm naming you anyway, since you are going to survive this. I know you are."

Sol paced the room long enough to wear a hole through the floor before she checked the time. 35 minutes have passed. She smiled. The smeebies have passed the touch-and-go stage. They've survived the post-hatching process. Delighted, she intercommed Twik to come over.

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Jaden was in the middle of teaching his latest batch of Irkens when the call came. He excused himself as he went out of the classroom to answer it.

"I can't talk right now, I'm the middle of cla..."

"Jaden, you better come quick!"

Jaden blinked at Kwil's distressed voice at the end of the line.

"Kwil? What's going on?" Jaden asked in concern. Despite years of being told that he'd rather be called by his human name than his Irken name, Jaden insisted on calling him the latter to train him to get used to it since he'll be called that by 'the next gajillion citizens, both Irken and human, that he can't kill'.

"It's...It's Sol," Kwil replied, his distress seemed to make him forget to retort in annoyance at being called his Irken name. "The eggs...She..."

"Understood," Jaden replied and hung up. Re-entering the classroom, he gathered his things and turned to his students, "Class dismissed. Emergency. Remember to study Chapter 69 on Diplomatic Immunity."

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Loud thrashing and banging could be heard by the time Jaden arrived at the Tallest quarters. He saw Kwil cradling Twik on his lap and flinched as the sound of somewhat a heavy object was hurled against the door.

"What happened to Twik?" Jaden asked as he checked the unconscious Irken.

"Sol sorta knocked him out in her outburst when he tried to calm her down," Kwil replied awkwardly. "He's probably having a concussion right now, and I'm planning to take him to the medic. May have broken a few ribs of his and dislocated his shoulder, but he'll live."

"So...the hatching didn't go well, huh?"

"No shit."

"Alright. Take him to the medic. I'll handle her."

Kwil nodded and hoisted Twik over his shoulders to bring him to the medic. Jaden watched him leave for a while before bracing himself to enter the room. He felt almost thankful that Sol gave him the passcode to her door in one of her attempts to seduce him as he clicked on the buttons to unlock it.

As soon as the sliding door hissed open, he reflexively dodged an incoming lamp thrown at him. Standing out of harm's way, he saw that the room was completely trashed. Most of the furniture had suffered her wrath and crude claw marks were all over the bed sheets. He could see signs of mucus and egg shells on the surface of the bed and some on the floor.

He turned to see Sol slamming her fists against a mirror next. The poor inanimate object didn't stand a chance. Sol maybe quite small, but she compensated with strength, and the mirror shattered in an instance with one punch. That didn't stop the female Irken from punching it over and over again, and her fists were starting to bleed from the mirror shards getting shoved deeper and deeper into her tiny hands.

"Sol, Sol!" Jaden speed-walked over and grabbed her by the wrists, pulling her away from the mirror. "Sol, that's enough!"

"Let go of me!! Let go of me!!!" Sol struggled in his manhandling. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!!"

"Sol, CALM DOWN!! You're not helping yourself or the situation by hurting yourself like this!"

"What do you know about my situation?! Why do YOU care?! You're always avoiding me and defy my advances even though I'm your Tallest!! What the HELL do you know?!"

"I know that if you don't stop right now you're gonna risk losing those hands."

"What do I care?! It's not like I can lose anything else!! I can't even do my duty to secure my lineage for my mates!! I'm a Tallest and I can't even produce heirs for my husbands!! I'm a failure! A FAILURE!!!"

"No!" Jaden held her close to his chest. "No, don't say that. You're not a failure. You're a Tallest. You lead your soldiers to battle and saved the world many times over against the Navokai. You watch over your people alongside Twik and Kwil and make tough but fair decisions for their wellbeing. You perform your duties wisely and just. You're not a failure. And I do not train failures. You know that. You're not a failure."

"YES, I AM!! Lemme go!! LEMME GO!!" Sol screamed, struggling in his arms, wanting to push him away, wanting him to leave rather than seeing her so vulnerable right now. This was not the impression she wanted to give his long-time crush. She didn't want him to see her like this.

"No, you're not. You're just a grieving mother who lost a child. You were a mother whose luck was not on your side. You were a victim of fate. That's all you are right now. Not a failure."

Slowly, the female Irken stopped struggling and slumped in the hybrid's arms, her claws gripping tightly at his suit. Her shoulders shook as she started sobbing long and hard into his chest, muffled cries and wails that would break anyone's heart coming out of those lips.

"I...I was so sure..." Sol whimpered. "I was so sure...they would live...They passed the post-hatching phase...They lasted more than 35 minutes...Twik was...was so happy..."

"I know, I know," Jaden whispered as he rubbed her back, crooning at her gently.

"They...They just started wheezing...the moment we decided to clean them properly...S...Sonia started first...One minute she was OK, and the next she...and her brothers..."

Jaden continued to croon at her, letting out a purr that he seemed to have inherited from his mother.

"I watched them die...They died...in my arms...I tried...I tried so hard..."

"Shh, shh, shh..."

The world outside was soon momentarily forgotten as Jaden held Sol in his arms, hushing and purring at her as he rocked her gently to and fro, the room echoing with Sol's tiny sobs and whimpers.

More to come...