Showing posts from February, 2017

Sprinkling Thoughts on the Page

I'm sitting on my bed, listening to Green Day and I think I just ate like half a box of cheese its and I don't care.
I found some pristine watercolors that my friend gave me for my 10th birthday and I never used because I didn't want to mess them up, but today I got them out and I painted two roses. They're really pretty and I like them. I have red and purple right now and I plan to paint more.
I want to listen to my music where I have enough space to really dance. I want to do the big dramatic stuff but if I tried to do that in my house I would break something.

Do you guys mind when I make posts like these? This is just stuff that I want to tell someone but I feel weird telling them directly because my policy is pretty much "If it doesn't concern them you're just being weird, Evy." I make posts instead, but I don't know if you even read these and if you don't I'll stop posting them.

I have art but I'm not sure how/when I'm going t…

Introducing the Twins!

I know that you must be asking, "twins? What twins?" Well luckily for you, I am here to answer all of your questions.
The twins are Finnegan and Garrett Monroe, from left to right.
Their names are above their heads, but I doubt you can read them.

Never again will I attempt to draw identical twins. Never again. They don't look alike at all but both of them are well drawn so I don't mind.
I imagine that this was one of those twin photoshoots where they do their hair and dress and pose the same.
Except I also imagine this went down right before they were about to leave:

Finnegan stomped down the stairs, holding the orange shirt out at arm's length like a dirty rag. “I can't wear this,” she said. “Why not?” Mom sighed. “We're about to leave, Finnegan, couldn't you have brought this up earlier?” “You didn't show me the clothes earlier,” Finnie complained. “And have you seen my hair this past year?” she held a lock of it against the sweater. “It's


[February 9th, 10:47 pm]
Look at this:
[better picture :)]

On another note, my legs fell asleep. And so did my cat. On top of my legs. I'm sorry, Mint, but you're going to have to move.
Somehow, she didn't wake up. Weird.

[February 11th, 3:15 PM]
Aand I'm back to finish the post. Here is the finished drawing:

This is Smoke Sky. She is an OC in progress. Don't ask about the fandom, it is too difficult to explain. (Seriously, don't. I won't answer.)
I don't know much about her story yet, but when I was thinking of an appearance it gave me such a cute/interesting mental image that I had to draw it.
I'm really satisfied with the posing and stuff for this too. THE HAIR AND FACE AND JACKET AAHH! I have plans to draw her actually wearing the jacket too. Do I start it now? (I shouldn't but I probably will anyway.)
I was going to do a slightly more detailed…


I have writing to share with you?? What??
But yeah, I actually do. It's 300 words of something, I'm not really sure what. I really like the way it sounds though.
Here it is:

*** She wrapped a hand around her necklace to steady it and keep it from jingling as she ran. She pressed the cold metal into her palm, running faster. The night air rushed past her like a tornado of freezing wind, whipping her hair into her face and against the sides of her neck. She slowed a second, just enough to lay a hand on the doorknob and turn it. She stepped inside, pushing the door mostly closed, but not all the way. She stood there for a moment, eyes closed, hand still resting on the doorknob, breathing and shivering. Then she pushed the door closed, listening to the clunk as the lock slid back into place. She turned, and started up the stairs. 
The kitchen was warmer than the back hallway, but she still shivered. She grabbed a cup from the counter and turned on the tap, filling the cup with lukew…