Well, besides me practically murdering my PC with so many programs running... xD I got bored during history a few days back and ended up doodling GCSG stuff. >___<
It`s at DeviantART.
Here's the quote of what I say in the Artist's comments on DA, because I feel like copy-pasting. xDD
Yeah. >__< Meo was bored. Feel free to take any part of it, or ask me for the non-watermakred version of a certain part, I'd be glad to provide. heart And lookit that, you can see Meo's Hiragana chart in her notebook in the scannage. whee And the PPG-Style PPGZ. xDDD And if anyone's wandering what that scribble by the text above the sniper is, it's a scribbled out Heart. xD Being sniped is not " heart " whee
Yeah so, comments on it. Meo thinks her best drawings are when she's doodling.
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And Meo has a drawing of Lyzzeh she has scanned and not put up yet on DA that she should do just that soon. sweatdrop 3nodding
EDIT :: I put it up. xD Lyzzeh <3
Meo Luffles how the hands came out. heart
EDIT 2 :: Meo wrote stuff.
It`s at DeviantART.
Here's the quote of what I say in the Artist's comments on DA, because I feel like copy-pasting. xDD
Quote:
Fan Art because it's Gaia Stuff. Might scrap this later.
Anyways, It's some doodles I did during History while they spoke about History-Related Electives. I WAS listening, just doodling at the same time. xD The person in the top left is My Gaian avatar as it was at that time. The Head is of Merumiharu of the GCSG, The little blue-chibi thing is Yumichi of my Novel (Unrelated to GCSG xD), The little person under Meo is a Sniper with "GaKoSaGa" What I would THINK the Katakana shortened version of Gaia Community Sniper Game would be... Then There's some words saying I forgot what `Nymphie looks liiiike... Under that (and Meru's Head), is a box of "`Aine Chevious Pie" with a IRL Me head saying "Good thing I don't eat pie." xD... And Lastly over in the bottom left is Lyzzeh, also of GCSG. Why I drew her in blue when she's wearing Green I will never know. xDDD
Anyways, It's some doodles I did during History while they spoke about History-Related Electives. I WAS listening, just doodling at the same time. xD The person in the top left is My Gaian avatar as it was at that time. The Head is of Merumiharu of the GCSG, The little blue-chibi thing is Yumichi of my Novel (Unrelated to GCSG xD), The little person under Meo is a Sniper with "GaKoSaGa" What I would THINK the Katakana shortened version of Gaia Community Sniper Game would be... Then There's some words saying I forgot what `Nymphie looks liiiike... Under that (and Meru's Head), is a box of "`Aine Chevious Pie" with a IRL Me head saying "Good thing I don't eat pie." xD... And Lastly over in the bottom left is Lyzzeh, also of GCSG. Why I drew her in blue when she's wearing Green I will never know. xDDD
Yeah. >__< Meo was bored. Feel free to take any part of it, or ask me for the non-watermakred version of a certain part, I'd be glad to provide. heart And lookit that, you can see Meo's Hiragana chart in her notebook in the scannage. whee And the PPG-Style PPGZ. xDDD And if anyone's wandering what that scribble by the text above the sniper is, it's a scribbled out Heart. xD Being sniped is not " heart " whee
Yeah so, comments on it. Meo thinks her best drawings are when she's doodling.
...
And Meo has a drawing of Lyzzeh she has scanned and not put up yet on DA that she should do just that soon. sweatdrop 3nodding
EDIT :: I put it up. xD Lyzzeh <3
Meo Luffles how the hands came out. heart
EDIT 2 :: Meo wrote stuff.
Meo
Watashi no namae SANAIPARU.
--A GCSG-influenced short story.
BANG. A shot taken, along with a life.
It was many days ago the sniper had begin his work. Shrouding themselves into the darkness, the sniper was well hidden with clues of lies and covers of suspicion. Everyday two people were sent away, either to jail, or to the great beyond. Why the killings were going on was beyond the people, it was beyond everyone who was a target. The killings were made for no apparent reason, like some lost memory that only one person recalled… that person being the sniper of course. But why take it out on everyone?
The courtroom was packed with people, people waiting for the next jailing. One more would be packed into the almost full jail, they would have to begin sharing jail cells if the sniper kept at it. A slam and a shout later, the room settled down. A person called to the stand plead innocent, but it was always ignored. People became riled up again, shouting lies and false suspicions, the one at the stand trying to reject all of them, but more lies were thrown back. No one could stop the lies; no one could stop the deaths.
Another slam and a shout later, the court was over. The innocent person, though safely tucked away in jail, was still sent to jail, despite all the evidence being biased lies and rumors. One more person to the list of innocents, one more person taken off the suspicion list, only due to a false jailing. It wouldn’t end until the sniper was caught, it wouldn’t end until the sniper was caught.
Aiming his gun, the sniper readied to fire again his trusty weapon, letting yet another bullet fly through some unsuspecting persons’ body, leaving them limp and in a pool of blood on the ground, only to wait for others to find the body, and realize they had sent the wrong person to jail. Again. But no one would ever figure it out; no one could figure it out. The reporter, with all their ties and links to the sniper and getting their clues, had left over a week ago, feeling as if it was all a lost cause, and fearing for their safety, left. The people were left in a cave without a candle. There was no clues, no hints, no ideas of truth that they could use anymore, it was all gone and lost to the darkness of suspicion. There was no way out of the one-way cave; they could only enter, with the exit being death.
BANG. Another bullet shot, another life taken.
--A GCSG-influenced short story.
BANG. A shot taken, along with a life.
It was many days ago the sniper had begin his work. Shrouding themselves into the darkness, the sniper was well hidden with clues of lies and covers of suspicion. Everyday two people were sent away, either to jail, or to the great beyond. Why the killings were going on was beyond the people, it was beyond everyone who was a target. The killings were made for no apparent reason, like some lost memory that only one person recalled… that person being the sniper of course. But why take it out on everyone?
The courtroom was packed with people, people waiting for the next jailing. One more would be packed into the almost full jail, they would have to begin sharing jail cells if the sniper kept at it. A slam and a shout later, the room settled down. A person called to the stand plead innocent, but it was always ignored. People became riled up again, shouting lies and false suspicions, the one at the stand trying to reject all of them, but more lies were thrown back. No one could stop the lies; no one could stop the deaths.
Another slam and a shout later, the court was over. The innocent person, though safely tucked away in jail, was still sent to jail, despite all the evidence being biased lies and rumors. One more person to the list of innocents, one more person taken off the suspicion list, only due to a false jailing. It wouldn’t end until the sniper was caught, it wouldn’t end until the sniper was caught.
Aiming his gun, the sniper readied to fire again his trusty weapon, letting yet another bullet fly through some unsuspecting persons’ body, leaving them limp and in a pool of blood on the ground, only to wait for others to find the body, and realize they had sent the wrong person to jail. Again. But no one would ever figure it out; no one could figure it out. The reporter, with all their ties and links to the sniper and getting their clues, had left over a week ago, feeling as if it was all a lost cause, and fearing for their safety, left. The people were left in a cave without a candle. There was no clues, no hints, no ideas of truth that they could use anymore, it was all gone and lost to the darkness of suspicion. There was no way out of the one-way cave; they could only enter, with the exit being death.
BANG. Another bullet shot, another life taken.
Just a short little thing that poped into my head. It's 10:30PM, part of my peak writing hours. xD Man it felt good to write again, I haven't since around the 25th of November. >___< ... and thank you so very much english teacher for naming all these new literary devices that I bang my head on the desk for using so much. [/sarcasm]
Meri- Kurisumasu! heart
Meri- Kurisumasu! heart
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