| V-Day submission |
|
|
| 09:43am 07/01/2013 |
| |
My stylus stopped working. In the meantime it’s pen and paper for me!
Yes that's a box of chocolates on the floor... O__O |
|
| |
|
|
| |
| Sample Deleter 1 |
|
|
| 02:41am 29/12/2012 |
| |
Sample drawing with deleter tones
I recently got a tumblr account, this was uploaded there for a test. It does look slightly better with the layout there. @___@ |
|
| |
|
|
| |
| Delving into the female mind |
|
|
| 04:58pm 19/07/2012 |
| |
"Why do so many girls who like yaoi find bishonen [ukes] so attractive anyway? They look like girls! Do these girls really just like other girls?"
Answer is, they don't.
Welcome to the female mind. Or at least, what little I understand of it. I'm no expert on all things women, but I have been involved in the BL genre for years (and I say "years" very proudly - I've been in it for a good whole seven), so I, Lucas Wilheim, can rightfully say that I do understand the demographic to an extent, after years of trying to crack into the mindset and adopt it seamlessly myself. Alright, perhaps not the whole demographic, but hopefully most of whom who are in the bishonen-appreciating demographic.
Let's assume you're a guy who wanted to make it comfortably big (i.e.: more popular than a good many) in the BL scene, and you want to, say, make a comic that would be acceptably attractive to this demographic. You're a guy. You see two guys. They get along well. Couple immediately?
No, it's not as simple as that.
( Read more...Collapse ) |
|
| |
|
|
| |
| Funniest Quiz I have ever taken so far... |
|
|
| 09:42am 17/05/2012 |
| |
You are a Chibi Seme
You are the seme in disguise. Able to fit in and get along with uke and seme alike, you are able to get close to the uke on their level before exerting your dominance. This makes you at times manipulative and able to fool others about your true seme nature. Because of your harmless appearance, it takes the flamboyant Flaming Uke to match wits and really bring out your aggressive side to expose you for the seme that you are.
Most compatible with: Flaming Uke, Badass Uke
Least compatible with: Dramatic Uke
What seme or uke are you? Take the experience at SemeUke.com, or get seme/uke merch..
----
Mischievous, loyal, and playful - I'm a Chibi Seme! #semeuke What seme or uke are you? Take the experience at http://www.SemeUke.com
This is hilarious. But a bit of it is true - I'm rather poor with dramatic people, or high strung people. People don't know what an alligator I am until they get to know me. (´～`) I can totally see myself in an extra story as a character who gives the badass seme a run for his money.
Anyway this is a cool quiz, I recommend it to others who want to try their "luck" at finding out what they'd be in a BL anime. Silly stuff, but worth the few minutes spent.
|
|
| |
|
|
| |
| The girl who got her face scarred because of a video game |
|
|
| 05:26pm 16/05/2012 |
| |
Before we moved to the city, we lived in an idyllic little village. It wasn't exactly rural per se: - we had a market right at our garden gate and were rather sub-urban in a lot of ways. There were plenty of things to do as you can imagine; stealing potatoes, kicking that old fishmonger’s bucket over for him... It was a lovely place, and the locals smelled just as it did – of day-old bread, wilting vegetables and dried-out fish. All courtesy of the market.
But you know how kids are. The fresh greenery, old men to torment and clear streams were never really enough entertainment. We had three houses away a very rich family. They owned the sundry shop next door to our next-door neighbors. Me and my mates used to go there and buy between our bit of money a bottle or two of Sarsi and Sprite. Those were the good old days.
Now, along with riches came technology. The rich folk had two sons. They were both gamers. All this is very normal. It wasn’t as if we lived during a war, as serious as I sound. We already had color tellies back then and watched some really good cartoons on VCR at that shop owner’s house. Upstairs was where they (by “they”, I mean the entire neighborhood’s boys and a few girls) played video games. They had every console available… an Atari, a Sega, a Nintendo… and well, later on, and where our tale begins, a Playstation.
It always feels as if Playstation starts the sirens ringing. But no, this isn’t about FFVII.
My cousin, about four years older was the one who got everyone from playing Street Fighter to playing Suikoden, the water margin historical game. Although it was an RPG, a lot of the younger kids had a lot of fun watching the older boys fight and collect things. The girls in particular seemed more fascinated with this game than they were with Street Fighter or Fatal Fury. I have no idea why. But I guess it was because the main characters were cute. They’d come and watch everyone try to kill bunnies. Poor bunnies.
As a kid who liked climbing around and being a general read-all-you-have-in-the-house-including-your-secret-boyfriend-letters, I got bored early. I resigned myself to going away and playing by the little stream, drainage or whatever there was outside my house. The brown gate was easily unlatched and never ever padlocked. These drains were clean and with tadpoles and small fish living in it and there was a long stretch of morning glories alongside it that housed frogs, beetles and dragonflies. I’d pop in once in a while to see how they were doing. Sometimes the girls would join me for a “cookout”. With no fire. And teacups. Imagine that.
The game got old and there came a lull. The kids went back to their fighting/shooter games. Then came its successor, Suikoden II.
At that point I was already in my teens and not entirely the most sociable person next door. I’ve been to and fro town since we were getting ready to move, and spent plenty of time with my maternal grandmother, about an hour or two away, visiting during the weekends. Things changed rapidly. My relatives also seemed to have grown more mouths. Man, they were loud. You couldn’t stay one minute indoors without someone mouthing away about Miss Mathilda dating Mr. Smith’s pet’s daughter’s owner’s girlfriend’s cousin’s aunt’s friend. Miss Mathilda wasn’t all that hot either. Her mauve shawl looked awful with her too-long skirts. But I digress.
Now, where was I? Oh, right, visiting on weekends. During our most awkward years we’d start alienating ourselves, and I for good measure, did just that. The drains had started to get contaminated by that time, but I found myself a good spot for dipping and fishing (or what I LIKED to call fishing; I’m jinxed and came back empty-handed usually), and a good quiet read on warmer days. Children would come by and give me odd looks. I’d never met these kids before, or their parents. I’d offered them a sweet or two but they just ran away. Hey, at least they were taught how to never accept things from strangers, right?
Wrong. I tell you, when it comes to kids and video game fantasies, everything gets tossed out of the window. I’ll bet they had their own games now and their own sets in their own rooms. Lucky little critters.
So, you have here a bunch of kids. And usually in this ragtag group of little runts there’d be in charge of it a ringleader. Ringleader likes the idea of being a hero. He dubs all the other kids character names that they don’t want for themselves. He’s the hero, of course.
Cue Lucas, apparently a thirteen-year-old warlord who could never age and hoogah-moogah could eat people to death. Or was it my rune? I forget.
How did that happen? You see, my dad had this red pirate bandanna he had to don on one of his Company Caribbean Party nights and I “inherited” it. I was fond of it because it was silky and clashed horribly with my favorite blue t-shirt. It made me feel like a natural pirate – you know; dirty, grimy, lacking fashion sense. When I hadn’t an equally red cap on on hot days, I’d wear this bandanna. I imagine I’d look like a pirate on an off-day catching fish, but noooo, apparently I looked more like a tragic orphan who believed in pacifist beliefs and would never, never bludgeon bunnies to death ever again with a wand stick and a hand-tattoo that could eat people up for dinner and supper alike. That made me too evil to take sweets from. But oh well, their loss my half-melted gain!
So apart from evil medieval pirate orphan who loved bunnies, there was, in the little ragtag group, a little girl about eight; plumpish, pasty, long slightly greasy brown hair. She was to be a mediator between evil old warlock Lucas and the illustrious gang of… I don’t know, about roughly seven stars? I think they’d wanted to ditch her, which was why they left that scared little goose in my presence. They’d go on their adventures and leave her there with me, because hey, they believed in slavery and she was undoubtedly my unwashed, unpaid loyal servant. She never took my sweets.
I can’t say I agreed with what they did. You can’t just leave a little girl with a terrifying, candy-munching stranger. According to kid logic I was respectable and trustworthy because I happened to be the protagonist of the game’s prequel game. All because I wore a red bandanna. I’ll bet Captain Hook could learn a thing or two from me.
One evening, as I was fishing (or rather, failing horribly at even catching a guppy), I heard a scream. I had no idea it was that little girl because she had, although having been my mediator, never spoken a word to me before. I jumped out, got my bare feet horribly pricked before I came upon said ragtag gang of runts.
They were holding the girl down. One of the boys was holding a rusty-looking blade and there was blood on her face. I shouted WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU IDIOTS ARE YOU INSANE and they ran away. The girl was crying and I couldn’t get anything out of her. I told her I’d take her home only I didn’t know where she lived. I didn’t have anything clean on me just drinking water in a bottle, so we used that and her hanky to clean her face a little. I walked her home and little by little, the story came out.
The kid logic thing? Yeah, that was part of it. You see, those kids imagined that they couldn’t well talk to me without a secret password. Password being? You guessed it, stew-spewing blond manservant. She was supposed to get close enough so they could recruit me by talking to her. When that didn’t work out, they decided she wasn’t manly enough. They’d wanted to carve an x-shaped scar on her face. That’s where the blade came in. I was aghast.
It doesn’t end there, however. When I got her home her parents believed that I was the culprit. They screamed at me although she was screaming that I didn’t do it, that I’d saved her, etc, etc, etc. It took a whole fifteen minutes for me to clear my name. Her dad finally calmed down and made me sit there so that he could talk to my parents. And oh boy, the look my dad gave me.
I was sick and tired of this rubbish. I took to staying with my maternal grandmother during the weekends and never visited my other relatives again for that time being. I know they’d talk about me. But quite frankly, I didn’t care. About a half-year later my grandmother lapsed into depression and went senile. The following year, she passed away. And well, the rest is history.
Whatever it is children are naïve. It’s not violent videogames and programming that makes them the way they are, one hundred percent. It’s partially also the lack of guidance given to them that made them do the things they did. I mean I played Suikoden (well, somewhat). I never went around killing bunnies or giving people concussions. I did dress funny but like I said; pirate fashion sense.
Parents need to try to explain to their children that some things on telly aren’t real. You’re not ruining their fun time or stifling their creativity by doing so, or destroying their dreams. You are in fact helping yourself, themselves and others to protect them. They will come to their senses someday, but will they be able to survive till that someday comes, or remain unscarred? I don’t know if that girl ever recovered from her scars. I did drop by once, but they’d already moved out. And the children who scarred her? They might not have meant to hurt her at all. In their eyes, they were the good guys. They were just trying to have adventures.
Nobody wants another Cody Porter to happen.
http://abcnews.go.com/US/MindMoodNews/story?id=4430328&page=1#.T7NxK8VGzDc
Oh, and this story I just told you about my youth is completely fake. Had you fooled! I hope you enjoyed this writing project though. I do mean what I said about parents taking a care and giving their kids the time of the day.
Lucas, out!
EDIT: For record, I actually like both Suikoden games and Naruto. I replayed the games when I was 16 and 17. Couldn't complete the second due to time constraints. |
|
| |
|
|
| |
| Birthday doodle |
|
|
| 11:56pm 06/04/2012 |
| |
Happy birthday to me
happy birthday to me
I have always been bratty
Or was it ratty?
 |
|
| |
|
|
| |
| [Webcomic] Bouquet: Extra - Breakfast Set |
|
|
| 06:43pm 12/02/2011 |
| |
Extra from: Bouquet
Reading direction: Right to left ( ◄◄ )
Summary: Darrel's best friend feels lonely, but will that feeling last?
[COMPLETE, 4 pages]
Credits:
Screentones by Fish Bowl
Fonts by Nate Piekos and Keith Field
( Page 1Collapse )
( Page 2Collapse )
( Page 3Collapse )
( 4 KOMACollapse )
To make up for Lam's boredom and loneliness I decided to make Marco cuter than Alan. Lam's got thick brows while Marco has tiny ones! Believe it or not, Marco's older, he's a freshman in college. (Yes, it is a fetish.)
EYES I WANTED TO DRAW IN THE COMIC BUT DIDN'T LOOK GOOD T_T
 |
|
| |
|
|
| |
|
|
|
bomb4y
okay
