Nothing like a sexy kitty vogue pose…in the bathroom…
…she’s so lady-like…
Shimi’s been struggling on learning how to ‘smiiiize’ XD
Time for a 2nd round of “When did you Wednesdays”
Here’s how it goes.
I’ll ask a question. It can be anything really.
In turn I’ll answer my own question here.
Very simple.
Ask a question. Answer the question.
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So here’s my question
When did you start drawing in the your main art style?
My main art style is the ‘anime/manga’ style.
I’d say it was near the end of 7th grade. What led me to that path was actually ‘Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time’. I was playing this game back in 3-5 grades. Somewhere between there. I didn’t have an N64 so I played it at my friends(a little too much to the point where it caused us to argue..heh..heh..)Eventually I got an N64 for xmas which was amazing cause my parents didn’t really like the idea of videogames(waste of time). After I got the game for our system I played it again and I think this is when I started getting back into it. I started with tracing the artwork from the official strategy guide I had, then free handing then, then suddenly I decided I wanted to make my own characters.
When I made these characters they were within the Zelda universe though. I didn’t know I could make anything outside of that. I just didn’t know or understand yet how to go about that.
Eventually the story developed further and my friends and I which I pulled along for the ride joined in and we formed a story that was original and unique. We didn’t want it to be drawn from an already existing universe anymore.
That’s the point where I started drawing anime seriously(although I didn’t know the style I was drawing in was considered that XD. It was just really cool art to me).
From there I started creating a lot of different characters. It became an addiction and still is :)
So what is your main art style and when did you start drawing in it?
Last photo for tonight x__o
Mr. Twilight sparkle(his name is really just Twilight but I like to tease him about his name XD) and Shimi sitting side by side in the same pose..
Twilight’s face…I love it..everytime
Don’t make fun of my lion king blanket! :< THAT THING HAS BEEN WITH ME FOR TOO LONG FOREVER
I miss when she was tiny!!!!
Now she’s a big 11Ib teenager with the mentality of a toddler who plays in bathtubs and beats up adult male kitties XD
Her belly is shaved from when she got spayed XD
Always the creepy wide-eyed stare
I think this is turning into one of Shimi’s signature faces XD
I seem to always catch her just after she yawns
Typical day with the shims.
Sometimes my cat poses better then I do >3>
Oh how I love my Shimi-shims and her retarded-cute faces XD
I remember…back in the day…when I was a ‘heartless eating paopu’
Nothing could quench my hunger but a nicely baked heartless cake.
Yes. oh yes.
Do you guys remember?YOUR FACE CLO, I NEARLY FELL OUT OF MY CHAIR LOLOL~ Could never forget! This pic was taken right outside my house even~<3 That was some fun - we gotta get together and watch stupid movies again sometime….
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH YES! I REMEMBER THIS DEARLY <3 Remember we decided to watch Blair Witch Project late that night, and mid-way through the movie, Cloe you got up off the couch and curled up next to me laying on the floor ‘cause you didn’t want to be alone? XD
HAHA YES!! Movie marathon would be awesome! Think of all the new crazy fun that would ensue!
Laughing so hard!! I remember at the beginning of the movie I was like “psh. blair witch project! Soooo not scary” then like by the beginning-middle or something I curled/clung to Joanie XD. I’m pretty sure I was like..glued to your side during the rest of the movie XD haha
it’s true..I didn’t want to be a lone…if I was alone..something could reach out and pull me under a couch..or into a closet..or the DARKNESS and you’d never hear from me again!
Screenshot I took a while back while playing the game.
Groose how I love you.
I can’t help but laugh at anything that comes out of his mouth. Seriously this character always puts a smile on my face and gives me a good chuckle XD
I remember…back in the day…when I was a ‘heartless eating paopu’
Nothing could quench my hunger but a nicely baked heartless cake.
Yes. oh yes.
Do you guys remember?
Do your feet smell?
I thought It’d only be fair to answer via video response..to prove that I really did smell my feet to determine their…odor…
They smell like feet…you know..that fleshy feet smell..
I do however need to repaint my toenails…
(sorry for the quality of the video..still trying to figure out rendering and posting gifs at a small file size with ok quality :/ )
Ask away!
If you got questions…I probably got answers ;D
If not…I’mma just post stuff while I wait :<
[video]
Last night was a blend of various strange dreams.
The strangest being I died in my dream. There’s this myth that if you die in your dream you die in real life but I’m still skeptical even after the dream, but I’d rather not experience it again.
I don’t remember much of the beginning of this dream. Just that I was undercover as a Nazi. For what reason I don’t even know. The fact that Nazis were even in my dream is disturbing enough.
I was riding in one of those old vehicles in the back seat with my sister haru on my right side. The air was tense.
In the passenger seat(the driver is completely unknown to me) was this mofo(I’m seriously not even kidding):
We were riding in this car with the pretense that we were nearing the end of our mission and the end of the line.
The radio was going but I couldn’t make out much of it, just that there were live broadcasts of what was going on elsewhere, Hitlers name being mentioned briefly.
The man seemed to be shining his gun, reloading it, something of sorts. This made me nervous.
Regardless for some reason, I decided to whisper under my breath “Hitler…was an ass” In those exact words. I caught myself and tried to recover by saying “They’re an ass for trying to stop him”(this I don’t remember the exact wording of). The man leered back at me and for a moment I could feel time stop as he raised his gun towards me uttering a few words, but I couldn’t make them out. I could only hear the explosion of the gun shot and the area around me grow dark. As my eyes heavily began to close shut I saw the man turn his gun to my sister. In the darkness I heard the gunshot and knew. We were going to die.
I struggled with myself in the darkness. It was as if I hadn’t faded away completely but I was locked inside the darkness of my own body. As I struggled to gain some control and force my eyes open slowly, I watched as the man brought the gun to his head and pulled the trigger.
At the final gunshot, my body jolted awake and my eyes anxiously looked around the room in a panic, constantly yelling to myself “Where am I?” “Where am I?”, “What room am I in?” “What room am I in?”. As I begin to settle into my bed after confirming my location I noticed my allergies had flared up immensely. My nose was congested to the point where a pressure-pain resided there. As I sat up hoping it would relieve the pressure I noticed my arms felt strange. I moved them a little trying to assess the tingling sensation. They felt heavy as though they were asleep but I still have feeling in them. A tingling sensation pulsated throughout my arms just slightly. I brushed it off believing they had just fallen asleep, even though when I awoke I was sleeping flat on my back with my arms at my side.
That’s the end really.
I can assume that the reason Nazi’s were present in my dream because of the movie “Sarah’s Key” I watched that night on Netflix. Everything else though is a mystery to me.
Normally in my dreams that involve any theme of death, I’ve never actually met with that death. I’ve always just been aware that I could die, but it never happened. I awoke before that moment might have occurred.
Having actually been shot, to what I believe was my head, was unpleasant to say the least but happened so fast it felt startling real. I believe this is why I woke up slightly panicked repeatedly asking myself in my head where I was. For a moment I legitimately didn’t know where I was or what room I was in.
That was the unnerving part.
Anyone else have dreams such as these?
Lets begin the first “When did you Wednesdays”
Here’s how it goes.
I’ll ask a question. It can be anything really.
In turn I’ll answer my own question here.
Very simple.
Ask a question. Answer the question.
___________________________________________________
So here’s my question
“When did you feel you made your ‘very first’ best friend?”
When I was in 2nd grade. After my family stopped moving around, it felt as though a lot of people at the school cycled through me as if they were trying on new clothes. I loved making friends, but I was not one to change myself in order to fit in. After what seemed everyone had moved past me I pretty much played by myself on the playground. One day I met a girl named Brittany who seemed to be sitting by herself. I was running around in the snow on all fours pretending to be a horse. When I asked her if she wanted to play with me, I fortunate to finally have someone to just run around and have fun with. To be carefree. After that we spent a lot of time hanging out and going on adventures. We often had our arguments like any friendship, but we always pulled through.
Truthfully, I remember myself as being selfish at times. I took for granted a lot of the things I had, but there were many times Brittany was there to knock some sense into me.
She did the one thing I needed the most and still crave for to this day, and that was honesty. She was the only person who would honestly tell me what you never want to hear, but you need to. For that I can’t thank her enough, because the small moments is what shaped me to being a more thoughtful observational person(although I still have much to learn).
When did you feel you made your very first best friend? What made that person feel like a best friend to you?
Please share!
I’m gonna start something new for Wednesdays.
Called the “When did you” Where instead of like Tuesday where you ask me questions, I get to ask you all questions.
This sorta sprang up within the past couple of minutes after I:
-Read emotional stories about people’s struggles on Tumblr
-Talked to my alcoholic father
- watched an incredible movie “Sarah’s Key” on Netflix
It got me thinking about me, about us, and about changes that occur in our lives.
So if anyone else wants to join in, by all means I would be ecstatic to see this grow bigger. I feel that inner reflection can cause change as well.
I’ll ask a question. It can be anything really. Ex: “when did you first learn how to ride a bike” or something more deep. It’s all up to you really.
This isn’t just to learn about each other but hopefully share our experiences and walk away from it with new knowledge.
In turn I’ll answer my own question.
Where would we be, and who would we be without the history of the countries we live in? Each moment in our lives brought us to where we are today.