remember when this blog was about avatar and then it turned into a blog about me complaining about art and midterms i do
HI HELP ME OUT IT’S ART STUFF AND OK
So I want to enter this competition and yeah so EVERYBODY IF YOU LOVE ME please message me which collection you think I should submit:
The collections are being judged based on presentation, quality, and concept. Thank you for voting and I love you forever <3
occasionally i get recognized as korraquality at RISD and then i get super awkward and melt into the floor because i’m pretty sure i’ve reblogged smutty fanart once a few times always and i can tell everyone’s totally judging me with their eyes why am i so awk
ok
If anyone has questions regarding things other than Korra (or my life at RISD), could you kindly ask them without using Anon so I might answer directly? I promise I don’t bite! I realize I basically invite discussion with some of my posts, but I’d prefer not to clutter my Korra-themed blog with answered questions.
If you’ve sent something on anon and want an answer, I’d appreciate it so much if you re-sent the question under a username. I really want to answer all of you, but it’s much easier for me to give in-depth answers in direct messages.
at RISD for three days now! sorry i haven’t been posting, but i love everyone and everything and ahhh <333
three days
THREE DAYS
tHrEe dAyS
i leave for college. i’ll try to keep this blog as active as i possibly can, but i don’t know how much time i’ll have to do fanart. if anything, would you guys be satisfied with a low-quality but endearing sketch once a week? and maybe a portrait once in a forever if i’m not too sleep-deprived?
thank <3
this is my entry for Bryke Day, which I guess is officially September 1st (according to a post I saw). anyway, i realize today is not September 1st, but i wanted to post this regardless. i’m really thankful for Avatar not only because it was—and remains—entertaining, but also because it’s inspired me and motivated me to hone my skills in both drawing and storytelling.
haha so this’ll probably get six notes and bryke (or the rest of the amazing team) will never see it, but whatever. it was fun to make and good practice for comic-style narrations, which i don’t do as often as i’d like.
working on a 4-page autobio comic that traces my artistic improvement and involves avatar.
it’s also the story of how i learned to tweeze my eyebrows and straighten my hair.
guys i’m just really emotional about avatar right now because i concluded that were it not for me practicing drawing via fanart, i would not have gotten into RISD
so yeah casually planning out this elaborate thank-you comic to bryke and the team for Bryke Appreciation Day which they probably will never see anyway but still.
i dreamt that i and the love of my life were in some kind of sinister shopping mall, and if we correctly guessed what the product was, we could have it—but if we guessed wrong, we’d be killed. so we’re walking around and then my husband sees a drawer within a drawer and he thinks he knows what it is, and i’m like “no man stfu don’t say it we don’t need that drawer thing” so i tackle him to the ground and try to cover his mouth but the evil overseer lady comes over and he blurts out that it’s a magic drawer set or something.
the evil overseer lady turns around in her bitchin’ gold coat and just shakes her head. my husband or whatever he is becomes aghast and after lots of “i love you“‘s he’s killed in a puff of gold dust. i’m so sad that i climb into a pink Missioni-printed ferrari and drive to bloomingdales for some normal shopping.
tahno was in my dream.
So in my dream, there was this group of men and women who put on those 40s cabaret-style shows for soldiers. And then there was this really young girl who ended up being really talented and so everyone hated her. After a couple musical numbers (which were pretty elaborate and well-remembered for a dream), you see Tahno, a lanky animation, in the corner. I guess he was part of the group. Anyway, when they’re on break, the little girl sits down across the room and winks a Morse-code message to Tahno. He comes over and asks what she wants.
The little girl says, “I need to know the full recipe for a Krabby Patty.”
Tahno smiles and opens her hand to bestow the recipe. ”With pleasure, young one.” He smiles and is very kindhearted and they form an alliance against the bitchy older performers.
And all throughout this part of the dream my subconscious was yelling, “See? SEE?! Tahno’s a good guy!”
my renaissance faire costume is bitchin’
on another note i read all these flirtatious facebook conversations i had on this guy’s page last summer and i kind of want to stab myself because i said “hhahahahahhaha” more times than should be allowed. meaning more than zero times.
