Antonin Dvorak: “Dumky” Trio – Kelvin Mun, violin, and Jill Sauerteig, cello
Olivier Messiaen: Poemes pour Mi – Kelsey Vicary, soprano
Johannes Verhulst: Selections from Kinderliederen and Dertien Geestelijke Liederen – Nicole Tan, soprano
Charles-Marie Widor: Flute Suite – Madison Deppe, flute
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I have a shoulder angel and a shoulder demon, except I don’t imagine them as being small. You’ve seen the Angel in a few other drawings and paintings, including the header, but I think the Demon has only showed up in one so far, and maybe I haven’t even put that picture on the site yet. (click for larger picture) Continue reading
Listening to all the wrong music.
Messed around a bit with Corel Painter 12 again. I’ve found a really nice blend brush, but I’m a little wary of the fact that it doesn’t work ‘properly’ unless all the colours I want to blend are on the same layer, which is a thing I am used to doing. I’m a little paranoid of it, in fact, because I like to layer things so that I can move them around independantly, and if I really mess something up, I can just get rid of it later without having to redo everything. Anyway, I might work more on this picture later – it can be better. But I’m impatient, and I want to get something that looks finished as fast as possible, so I turn out a half-baked job on things like his face. And, well, everything, really. This picture was somehow inspired by Sarah Ellerton’s picture of Tam that I commissioned a couple years ago, hence the blurry foresty background. Someday I might paint as good as her. In the meantime, need to draw more shirtless boys, omnomnom. Mathaning doesn’t mind. He’s all right with that. He’s a goodnatured fellow.
So Corel Painter 12 was on sale yesterday… for 50% off… which meant it was only ridiculously priced, as opposed to super-ridiculously priced. So I got the trial version, and drew a bizarre picture of Gyoriing. (Shush, I haven’t drawn in about a month.) I tried out a few different brushes here, including pencil, digital airbrush, art marker, and digital watercolour.
I also drew a terrifying picture of Gullac, but you don’t get to see it. : P Continue reading
I’m done. I’m done, I’m done, I’m done. I finished a thing. It’s been a long time since I finished a big thing like this. (No epilogue, unless someone demands it. But no one’s going to demand it. :3 )
What’s the next thing to finish? Hmmmm… Well, my paper for school, but that’s a little thing. It is very little. This thing clocked in at over 110 pages and over 45,000 words (if I’d written that in a month, DecemberWriMo, lol) but I only wrote the last 20,000 in the last couple of weeks.
Flairé: Only, she says. Heh.
(For comparison, the paper is 8 pages max.)
In the future, I also have the old Zelda fic to finish, as well as the Fire Emblem 7 fics. I would like to finish the old stuff before the newer stuff, you know? It feels more right. But I am intending to finish the Star Wars NaNo next November, and I’m intending to rewrite parts of Esgalwen’s Story so that the ending can happen.
And then there’s those two webcomics…
One thing at a time!
Chapter 17: Sacred Stone
Wide stairs led down a hall, down, down, down, until we were well below the ground. Seth trotted up behind Eirika and me, carrying a torch.
Lyon was waiting for us at the bottom of the steps, at the front of a vast dark stone hall. We halted, and we looked at him as he looked silently at us.
“Eirika…” he said, finally. “Ephraim…”
“There’s no need to say anything, Lyon,” I said, and I found it was true. I had forgiven him everything. “We know everything, and we’re sorry.”
“You must kill me now,” he said earnestly. “The Demon King will use my body to revive his own…” He paused, then continued quickly, strain rising in his voice. “You don’t actually know everything. When the Demon King first reached out to me… there was… I must say it… jealousy and envy in my heart. I did not resist as I should have… I am to blame for my unforgivable weakness…”
“No, Lyon. You are not to blame,” Eirika told him. I nodded. Everyone has depressive episodes once in a while. Most people don’t end up unlocking the end of the world, but hey. It happens. “Everyone has weaknesses. I know I do. I’m certain my brother does.” Well, thanks, Eirika. “We do, we do forgive you.” Continue reading
Kayyyy second last chapter, here we go! One more!
My sleep cycle is heading west. I’m not sure how to stop it, or even if I want to chase after it. Maybe I’ll try and catch it when it comes back from the east.
I forgot what else I was going to say here. I had things, but they’re gone now.
I’m not sure why I put in the long introduction to this chapter, with Ephraim waking up and everything. Maybe a bit of a breather, before these intense chapters? But they’re not quite as intense as they should be, because Ephraim is very pragmatic and while he’s a bit temperamental, he’s not very demonstrative in this story. Oh, who am I kidding? He’s kind of a boring protagonist when I write him. He’s more interesting than this! I promise you! : P
Someone pointed out the fact that if no one dies, it’s not very tense. Unfortunately it’s a fic based on a game in which it is possible to save every single party member except in cutscenes, so… I’m savin’ ’em.
Also Eirika’s Story is really, really terrible at this corresponding point. I would not suggest reading it ever again. : P This story may not be genius, but it’s better than Eirika’s… I matched it up to the new Frelia’s Finest instead. Thank you, Someone, for teaching me how to write combat better than before.
Chapter 15: Last Hope Chapter 17: Sacred Stone
Chapter 16: Darkling Woods
I woke early the next morning, immediately aware that I had slept in my armour. I had never gotten around to taking it off. I felt creased and rumpled and heavy.
I craned my neck until I could see the window, and groaned. The sky was grey, but the sun was rising behind the clouds; time to get up.
I sat up, stiffly, and stretched. Ow. Falling asleep in armour was definitely a better thing to do outside, where it was less uncomfortable than the ground. Inside, in a featherbed, was really stupid.
I sniffed my shirt. I smelled terrible, and I was still covered in gunk from fighting. Whoever had the unfortunate job of changing the bed after I left… I felt sorry for them. I reached into my pouch and left a gold coin under the pillow. It assuaged my guilty feeling a little bit.
But there would be no time to change. We needed to be ready to leave in an hour, and that meant checking supplies, fixing armour damage, and breakfast. I hopped up, grabbed my lance, and headed for the door.
I checked on Eirika, first. She’d bothered to get changed, into a frilly lace nightgown probably lent her by L’Arachel. She rubbed her eyes blearily as I charged in. “Brother? What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, just time to get up. Come on, sleepy head. Big day today! Killing the Demon King.”
“Mmph.” She rolled over. “But I haven’t slept in a real bed in…”
“Come on, princess. Kingdoms to save! Boyfriend waiting for you!”
“He’s my fiancé, and I’m tired.”
I put my hands on my hips. “Eirika.”
“I’m coming,” she muttered. “I’m just afraid.”
“And comfortable,” I teased. “Sleeping in won’t make the Demon King go away. It’s not like our history finals with Father MacGregor.”
“I said I’m coming,” she said, and waved me out. Continue reading
We’re getting close here.
I’m slightly happier with the action in this chapter, for all I threw it out in a few hours. With an Imgur break. It’s not fantastic, but it’s better. It’s certainly better than Eirika’s Story. Oh, Eirika… “we fought hard, and we won! Yay!” that’s how she sees all this fighting. Blah.
Going to practice for a bit, and then when I return… perhaps the last two chapters? That would be awesome. All right! Here goes.