Category Archives: Others

Korra Animation WIP

    This animation was/is a LOT smoother in PS.
A rough sketch of Korra from LOK which is ending next week :< I’m doing this key frame by key frame if you’re curious. I added motion tween inbetween, but unlike Adobe Flash, Photoshop’s tween is completely useless. Yay…? I’m going to have to get Flash to get this to a decent quality animation but eh, this works for the time being.

Animation attempt

The title is pretty self-explanatory.

I recently got Photoshop CC, and I’ve been itching to try some animation. As I don’t have flash, I tried animating with Photoshop. I thought I could get away with drawing a couple of key-frames and adding 2-3 frames between. Turns out that it isn’t that simple. There’s a separate delay for each frame, and if you want to make the animation seem as realistic, you need to mess with quite a bit of stuff.



Also, apologies for the speed, but Photoshop converts the speed into something much slower when I save it as a .gif

Vocaloid – Hatsune Miku

I love Vocaloids! Especially Hatsune Miku. So… I drew her.



I drew her lineless, and I’m PROUD of doing that. And I’ve also got a new background!

I love the songs so much.

Kind of weird that Japan has taken over my life, isn’t it? I regret nothing.

This was an 8 hour work, and I did it while listening to ‘Looking For Alaska’. Yes, I know, I know, I’m a John Green fan.

Anyho, this was fun, and reminding me why I never do lineless, but I enjoyed it.

The Fault In Our Stars

Now, what is The Fault In Our Stars about?

The Fault In Our Stars is a book written by John Green in 2010. It is the story of 16 year old Hazel Grace, a girl diagnosed with lung cancer. She can’t breathe properly, but that doesn’t stop her from living her life. She meets Augustus Waters at a ‘Cancer group’. And they become best friends, and then Augustus – who is diagnosed with leg cancer [I think] – has to- I’m not spoiling ANYTHING. Sorry.

Oh my goodness.

I love this book so much, and I love John Green. I was bawling while drawing this, and I mean bawling.

I got addicted to The Fault In Our Stars when a close friend of me MADE me read it, and I’m pretty grateful. And last month we saw… a trailer for TFIOS movie.

Yes, I fangirled at that time.

You gave me forever V1

This is my FAVOURITE Gus quote.

You gave me forever V2This is my take on that quote; “Thank you for giving me forever within a limited amount of pages.”

This is a quick 30 minute doodle.

This book is a sort-of romance novel, but it is NOT centred around romance. It is a very very very very emotional book. You WILL cry through it.

I re-read this, and this has to be the sweetest thing ever. And a little warning, it contains a little swearing. [SPOILERS DOWN!]

Van Houten,

I’m a good person but a shitty writer. You’re a shitty person but a good writer. We’d make a good team. I don’t want to ask you any
favors, but if you have time—and from what I saw, you have plenty—I was wondering if you could write a eulogy for Hazel. I’ve got
notes and everything, but if you could just make it into a coherent whole or whatever? Or even just tell me what I should say differently.

Here’s the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death.
We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and
inglorious war against disease.

I want to leave a mark.

But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rock star
and you think, “They’ll remember me now,” but (a) they don’t remember you, and (b) all you leave behind are more scars. Your coup
becomes a dictatorship. Your minimall becomes a lesion.

(Okay, maybe I’m not such a shitty writer. But I can’t pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into

We are like a bunch of dogs squirting on fire hydrants. We poison the groundwater with our toxic piss, marking everything MINE in a
ridiculous attempt to survive our deaths. I can’t stop pissing on fire hydrants. I know it’s silly and useless—epically useless in my current
state—but I am an animal like any other.

Hazel is different. She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. Hazel knows the truth: We’re as likely to hurt the universe
as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either.

People will say it’s sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it’s not sad,
Van Houten. It’s triumphant. It’s heroic. Isn’t that the real heroism? Like the doctors say: First, do no harm.

The real heroes anyway aren’t the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention. The guy who
invented the smallpox vaccine didn’t actually invent anything. He just noticed that people with cowpox didn’t get smallpox.

After my PET scan lit up, I snuck into the ICU and saw her while she was unconscious. I just walked in behind a nurse with a badge and I
got to sit next to her for like ten minutes before I got caught. I really thought she was going to die before I could tell her that I was going
to die, too. It was brutal: the incessant mechanized haranguing of intensive care. She had this dark cancer water dripping out of her
chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still warm and the nails painted this almost black dark blue and I just held
her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she
would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.

A nurse guy came in and told me I had to leave, that visitors weren’t allowed, and I asked if she was doing okay, and the guy said, “She’s
still taking on water.” A desert blessing, an ocean curse.

What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is
funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world,
old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.

I do, Augustus.
I do



Summary of art 2013

The stuff I did in 2013~


Not sure if there’s as much improvement as I would’ve liked. But hey! At least my drawing don’t look like ugly stick figures anymore. And yes, lame pun: I drew May, in May XD(she’s still my favourite trainer.)

I’ve been getting a few comments asking if my name is Penny. No it isn’t. ^.^

Month explanation:

January: A month of slight depression. Not much improvement here.

February: The month of art. I got my VERY first graphic tablet. Tons of improvement(not in the pic above)

March: Two words: Proportion hell. I got my proportions wacko since I stopped using bases, I’m glad I stopped.

April-August: Month of nostalgia. Gaming obsession reborn~ And me getting over artblock.

September & October: Month of craziness. Mad art skills, not to mention manga craze kicks right back into gear.


Epic gaming releases!! I was COMPLETELY hyped up. We see many drastic changes.

December: Me and Sash met(again) and I began putting my skills to the test.



Last ride of the Day

New Canvas

Once upon a night we’ll wake up to the carnival of Life

The beauty of this ride ahead, its such an incredible high

It’s hard to light a candle, easy to curse the dark instead

This moment the dawn of humanity

I’ve been listening to It’s amazing. I really love imaginaerum. I’ve been feeling a little down lately, and this song helped me a little.