Figaro, my beloved, ever-patient and long-suffering desktop pc, is acting up. When I reattach my penkeyboard and turn it on, it makes strange crackling sounds in its depths. No~, does that mean it can't handle the slew of gorgeous half-naked men I've been doing?! I don't think a pc can get jealous over silly pixels, do you?

That means that yes, my Aurally Inspired art are stuck in limbo. T_T In frustration, I took out some paper and sketched, but any attempt at drawing failed miserably. Trust my mood to affect my hands. Anyway, I got a page scanned, and the results were okay. Sorry if they're messy - I did eveything on medium gsm bond paper, and the creases showed after I cleaned them up.

Look, _dilation, it's my rendition of your Sarid! *squee* I still owe you KabaAto.

( Sarid )

( [Hikaru no Go] Pirate Ogata: You're my damsel in distress! )

( July 7 birthday sketches - Mokuba and Nanao )

( random Harry Potter? )

mierin_lanfear, currently reading TS and your FB entry. Expect something for you here soon. ^_^

Like a flower blooming. Saiyuki andf Zenki on terrestrial, with nary a sign of my beloved St Seiya in sight. It's a conspiracy, I tell you.

And goodness, I forgot about the things that makes Zenki seem like a sanitized H series. XD

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The LO doujin contest requires digital screentones, so I busied myself the other day to fetch some all over the place. The ones I used were from this page. this just made me go "gyah" at the difficulties - I draw very messily, so laying down the tones on PS7 meant hell.

( now how the heck do I make highlights? XD )

And for some Seika fun. ^_^ It's Yukino showing up during the grand Seika get-together three or so years after we all first met. And basically the script goes:

Yukino: Sorry I'm late.
Yumeko: Yukino!
Yukino: Ah!
Yukino: Congratulations on the engagement, Zhyn.
Zhyn: WE ARE NOT ENGAGED!
(in small text)
Yumeko: I thought she should know.
Kalven: Ah, yes, she finally got me to say yes.
Hikaru: I thought this was a serious meeting.
Haruko: Oh, look, Irah, she's denying it!
Irah: Nyaa!



By chance I stumbled upon this. Please look at Paper Eleven, and agree with me that I should never ever draw again against such greatness. *sighs*

All over coffee. Disjoint sets

During one of their rare talks over coffee, Shirakawa told Ogata about his experiences with go as a child. How he used to play in different go salons, how he joined his school's go club, how he'd lost chances to date because he forgot the time while playing and the girls wouldn't speak to him again. How the children and the old men would smile at him when he played, saying he showed great promise for a little child with big glasses. The fun times as an insei, the friendly rivalries that turn serious when the pro exams approached. And as he said it, Ogata would wear a half-smile, faintly mocking, as if those things were trivial, inconsequential to how he had developed as a go pro.

And what did you do, before you became pro? he'd asked, irritated at Ogata's claim of superiority. Didn't you play at salons, or have fun in your go club? What made you into a go pro?

And Ogata told him, tonelessly, of soba noodles left cold as he replayed game after game of the best players of that time, of staring at a goban for so long that the shape and pattern of the stones burned behind his closed eyelids when he shut them, of his grandfather's distaste when he finally won his first game with no handicap.

That is what made me a pro, Ogata finished, picking up his coffeecup. More coffee? he asked.

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(for osmalic)

"I owe you," A said, as they left the cafe. And he said it carelessly, meaning the cups he'd drank while Grantaire was reading papers, not noticing the thoughtful look that crossed Grantaire's face when he'd said it.

And then Grantaire said, looking off the distance, "Yes, you owe me." And the way he said it told nothing of his thoughts, except A looked at him, sharply, and flushed.