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Makeup Helper Cushions Review
Back in August, I discovered this lovely Korean brand called Makeup Helper, which specializes in BB cushions and powders. What sets them apart is their customizable compact designs, as their shades are pretty limited. For their BB Cushions, they have several shades: Light Pink, Natural Beige, Pink Beige, Nude Beige, Natural Beige and they have created both pink and warm toned shades. …
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so far so good on that post-more-art thing I decided on. only thing I gotta do next is one of my "heavy" real pics. you know the ones (those of you who have known me for quite a while) - those weird gory surreal ones. it's been a while since I did one of those
I feel weird posting sort of unfinished drawings on my art blog but...it must be done, because I sure as hell don't have anything legit finished (do I ever?) also no one told me how addictive modding Skyrim is. oh that's right, slowpoke of the year here: I finally bought Skyrim. it's like all the customization I love in MMORPGs combined with the gameplay freedom of a single player game. I am so happy right now when it comes to games <3
Fairies and Pixies
Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain.
Why did it have to be rain?
In comparison the droplets were huge, to a three inch figure with the wings of a dragon fly they were the size of marbles that human children played with. He was forced to dive and weave through them as they sped passed him to splash on the ground soaking everything in sight. He could see water droplets sliding off leaves suddenly heavy with the water. If one drop of water hit his wings he would be done for, grounded until the storm had passed. His only chance was to find shelter and find it fast before that happened. An open window, a light and he sped toward it, closer, closer, closer…
Splash
The water drop hit him square in the middle of his back where the wings connected to it, sending him reeling head over heels. He spun and landed on the window sill of the window he had been aiming for. Sputtering and drenched, hair dripping into his face and creating a puddle on the window sill; he sniffed, looking at his drenched wings as they lay limp on either side of him. He sighed using the back of a soaked sleeve to wipe his face, not doing much in the process.
He finally took the moment to look around the place where he found himself; the window sill of what was a kitchen, the stove, a fridge, normal kitchen hardware. He looked around first, the cost was clear and he slipped down from the window to the counter and sprinted to hide behind containers. Not a moment too soon before someone slipped into the kitchen to close the window. “It’s really pouring out there, lightning too.”
He waited as the figure started to walk away before sneaking out and across the counter to the stove. The mortal had put a kettle on, turning on the stove and he sat next to it for the heat. He covered his mouth as a sneeze tore through him.
Bang
The sound hurt his ears and put him into a panic as a glass was place over him. “There is a dragonfly in the kitchen; I just found it by the stove.”
‘Oh crap’
He held still looking up at the male as he held the glass over him, and watched as a female came to peer at the glass. “Oh, isn’t it pretty.”
He frowned, one they had taken his heat source, he was cold, and he was running out of air trapped underneath the over turned glass. Getting to his feet he stood, brushed his sleeves off of imaginary dust. He stomped his foot and there was a flash of blinding light inside the glass jar. Both mortals shrieked, backing way and letting out a stream of colorful words but the jar was released and he made a break for it, running back to the cover of the jars on the counter. “What the hell was that?”
He leaned against the side, panting and only risked looking around the edge when there was silence inside the kitchen for too long. That is when a pair of hands were clamped over him. “Bloody hell! Don’t squash me!”
Squidy
Art Pact picture for this week. One more done, three more to go.
Digi Art Pact
This week in the Art Pact is Digi week for me, and realizing that it is Thursday...I need to start cracking. Hard though when school has started.
But I realized this morning that I have been devoting all my time to this one picture I have been working on. And it's not going to be finished this week. So I'm loading it as a WIP this week so I can work on some of this week.
I'm liking it so far and it is a work in progress I haven't done Landscapes in a while and have never done them digitally before. We'll see how happy I am with it when it is completely done.
Art Pact Pictures for week 8-14th.
These are all the pictures I did for the art pact this last week. Running late getting them now but...there you have it.
(Human practice of angles: I will admit this was traced from something printed off the net, but it helped surprisingly.)
(Random human practice: I'm trying to figure out how to draw guys and still working on hair and proportion)
(More Random Practice: And then I realized it kind of looks like a human version of my Mac.)
(Practice: *sigh* I really don't have an explanation for this one.)
I'm Different.
Arie gave me the word count, MissD gave me the subject and this is kind of what came out of it.
Subject: Robots
Word count: 500
I wasn't sure what to write about Robots and then this little story popped into my head. Turret and Rick. Rick is a big of a bragger and a terrible flirt. But I got this idea of what if he got this weird fascination with a turret he saw on the assembly line and he decided to go 'save' her.
He...also over exaggerates...and fibs...
This is my written project for the Art Pact this week.
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" I'm Different"
Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmm
The facility was active but where she was stationed there was no one there. “Hello?” the sound echoed off the steel plate panels around the room, bouncing up the high vaulted ceiling. “Is anyone there? Hello?” the sound bounced and faded, there was no one there. No one to shoot at or anything to guard, she was guarding an empty room, standing in a corner. There was a knock and she swung her gun around to aim toward the sound. “Hello?”
“Hello Gorgeous.”
She narrowed her eyes and aimed her gun at the shape that came around the corner. “Target acquired. Firing.” She opened fire.
“Aaaah.” The figure vanished back around the corner with a dive that took him from harm. She stopped firing and waited when there wasn’t a sound she took a step away from her corner. “Target lost. Hello? Are you still there?”
“Are you going to shoot me again, Gorgeous?”
“What are you doing?”
“I want to talk.”
“Why?”
“Because, can I come out now? Will you stop shooting at me?”
A head poked around the corner, peering at the turret sentry in the corner. Her stance ridged and her gun trained on the wall he was hiding behind. “I see you….”
“I know Gorgeous, I want you to see me, I just don’t want you to shoot me.”
“Whose there?”
“Rick, I’m Rick, Gorgeous. Can we talk?”
“Illegal operation.”
“Its’ not illegal to chat, Gorgeous.”
Here eyes narrowed as she stared at the figure around the corner, there was a smile on his face and one hand pressed and holding on the thing on his head. “Sentry mode activated.” She lowered her gun but kept her finger on the trigger and he waited until the red laser light vanished from the wall before he risked coming out.
He walked to the center of the room before she swung her gun up again. “Activated, target acquired. Preparing to dispense product.”
He blinked at her throwing his hands up. “U’oh, Gorgeous I thought we had a deal, I came out so that we can talk, we can’t do that if you shoot me.”
“Don’t move.”
“I’m not moving.”
She looked at him, carefully and then lowered her gun again, aiming it more at his feet then at his heart. He waited and then smiled. “That’s better, Gorgeous, can I put my hands down now?” She nodded and he lowered his hands back down to his side before setting one on his hip. “Hey. Took me a while to find out where you were stationed, and then to get down here, quite an adventure getting through all your sisters and trigger happy brothers to find ya. I’m just lucky your brothers don’t know how to load a gun.”
“I don’t understand.”
Rick smiled, “I’m here to save you, Gorgeous. I saw you come out of the assembly line, and I noticed you right away. But they sent you off before I got a chance to talk to you and I found out you got shipped off way down here and I figured I’d come and whisk you away to sunshine and the great outdoors. What do you say, Gorgeous? You and I…have adventures together.”
“Target acquired.”
“Hey, now! I’m serious about this, Gorgeous, your special. You’re different.”
“I’m different?”
“Yeah, I know you turrets all look the same, worse then that time I was with those Siamese twins from H.R. But that doesn’t fool me, Gorgeous. I can tell you from the others one hundred miles away.”
She looked at him suspiciously, his smile, his hat. “Come on, Gorgeous, let Rick save ya from the boredom. Come have an adventure with me.” Before she could react he moved over and swept her up into his arms. Her eyes widen, wrapping her arms around his neck to cling there. “What are you doing? Put me down.”
Her gun hand dropped to the ground and after picking it up Rick slung it over his other shoulder. “It’s okay, Gorgeous, Rick’s got you.”
“But I’m afraid of heights!”
He blinked, looking down at the floor and then laughed carrying her out of the room and passed the other turrets, fleeing from the gunfire with her in his arms.
