Doodles

 

I dunno…

 

ALSO!!

here’s a dumb little coloring book to download:

Coloring book!!

and you can download more weird coloring pages of mine here:

Separate Coloring Pages

and I’m bored so here, read Rani Reads the Entire Library before you buy it:

Rani!

(but please still buy it) (sorry for self-advertising)

https://magicallittleworld.files.wordpress.com/2015/09/littleanimalfashionparadecoloringbook-final.pdf

https://magicallittleworld.files.wordpress.com/2015/09/littleanimalfashionparadecoloringbook-final.pdf

Hmmm — Stuff that should add a bit of interest.

Sergio Aragonés.  Ub Iwerks.  John Stanley.  Kate Leth.  Carl Barks.  William Van Horn.  Art Spiegelman.  Melanie Gillman.  Daan Jippes.  Ryan North.  John Allison.  Jack Hannah.  Don Martin.  Malachai Nicole.  Ethan Nicole.  Osamu Tezuka.  Andy Runton.  Emmanuel Guibert.  Marc Boutavant.  Yuki Midorikawa.  Jeffrey Brown.  Irving Tripp.  Marjorie Buell.

Man, I hope I spelled all those names right.

Mmm.  Google Drawings thingies.

Mmm. Google Drawings thingies.

Originally made entirely out of arrows.  Looked terrible.

Originally made entirely out of arrows. Looked terrible.

From a baby book that used a weird font.

From a baby book that used a weird font.

Maybe some of you recognize this guy- or not. :|

Maybe some of you recognize this guy- or not. 😐

I just tried adding a sock monkey story preview, but it didn’t want to upload.  Ah well.  And I should probably get off the computer, or else I won’t be able to sleep tonight.  Stupid daylight simulating lights, and stupid primitive brain for accepting them as real!

CURSE THIS HUMAN CONSTRUCT!!!!!!

Well, anyways, goodbye!

~Changuita

Mivsie’s Photo Contest

So, I’ve had the idea for a long time that Mivise should hold a photo contest! 🙂
The theme would be ‘Life’, and could be interpreted in any way, such as a scenic picture with Sylvanians or some other sort of critter, a photo story, etc, as long as it has to do with pictures, a story can be a legal entry.

The rules are as follows:
1. It must include Sylvanians, sock monkeys, or small-ish critters of any sort.
2. Each entry must pertain to the theme, and only one entry is allowed per contestant.
3. The entry must be posted on your website or photostream.   If you are skilled with HTML codes, you could even post it in the comments here, on my photo contest post. 😀
4. To enter, comment on this post, and then post a link to the entry or the entry itself.
5. Tag your post or photo (if possible) #mivsiesphotocontest or Mivsie’s Photo Contest
6. Don’t enter if you feel lazy or don’t feel like it, the prize is pointless.

7. ENTRIES DUE JANUARY 24!!!!!!

8. Have fun! :love:

Since I don’t have a good way to give people prizes or anything, you just get your entry re-blogged/posted on my blog with a link to your website, or else your pen-name and a little photo badge to put on your site’s sidebar if you have one. So… yup. Have fun if you enter! 🙂

And some succulents

Lil, Mivsie, and Grumpy Butt. (I don’t know if Grumpy Butt is her official name)

Setting Sunrise

Here’s the beginning of a story I just started.  I know, I should be working on The Vision Stones, but why refuse inspiration?

I think the strangest thing about Kloeva was the fact that she told me and reminded me constantly that she was not my mother.  My mother, she said, was wandering out there, somewhere in the universe.  She told me never to call her mother, or mum, or mummy, momma, or mom.  I was to call her ‘Fox’.  

I’m not sure why she insisted on being called Fox.  Perhaps it was her silvery hair, so much the same color as a small fox’s coat in the spring, or maybe it was because she could sit still for so long, anticipating, the way a fox watches a seal hole out on the ice.  We didn’t live on the ice, so we didn’t come across seal holes, but Fox anticipated the chicken being done, so that I could set the table and she could test out a piece of golden-brown skin.

My mother, she told me, was a beautiful woman, who shone like the rising sun.  Or the setting sun.  It depended on what sort of a mood Fox happened to be in.  Mostly, she was quiet, wise, strict, and still, like a fox stalking a grouse in the long grass just outside of our house, in our wooded backyard.  Fox called it our own, private ‘Sylvareglum’, which she said was a forest kingdom.

She sometimes was in a cheerful mood, especially when we collected mushrooms and berries in the Sylvanreglum.  That was when she would tell me about my mother.  She told me how tall and elegant she was, in contrast to the short and stocky Fox, draped in her dark grey, almost black robes and sometimes a forest-green peacoat, and how her big, dark eyes caught the light in such a way that they seemed full of stars.  Her features were fine, Fox said, and her skin soft as velvet.  One day, as we were walking through the woods, collecting moss for no reason other than the fact that Fox felt like it, she told me about how she had met my mother.

“Once, when I still lived out on the ice,” Fox began, her black eyes shining with memories as she bent down to pull a bit of fluffy green moss off of a granite boulder, then sniff it with her eagle-beak nose, “I was hunting for dinner.  I thought I heard something behind a snowdrift, and so I walked slowly towards it…” she mimed stalking something carefully, holding a spear with her moss-basket free hand, “and then- Guess what?”

“What?” I asked, sitting down on the boulder and curling my skinny legs to my as I watched her act it out.

“From behind the snow drift, a beautiful woman emerged,” smiled Fox, “with deep brown hair, in two braids, glinting eyes, smooth skin, and-”

“Did you have brown hair, too?” I giggled, gesturing at the smooth greyness underneath her hat.

“Quiet, boy!  I was born with a full head of lovely, platinum hair!” snapped Fox, swiping in the air as though to hit me, but missing, not entirely on purpose. “As I was saying before someone rudely interrupted, I was faced by a beautiful woman.  And she asked me what my name was, so I told her.”

“Surely you didn’t say Fox?” I asked playfully.

“Of course not, boy!” laughed Fox, swinging the moss basket at me, “I said Kloeva!  Kloeva is a very respectable name, you know, you good-for-nothing little-” but she stopped because, after swinging the basket a little too hard, everything had dumped out of it and onto the grassy forest floor.

“I can help you,” I said, jumping down from my perch and starting to gather moss.

“Don’t bother,” Fox shrugged. “It belongs to the forest, anyhow.  Let’s go make tea.”

So we did.  Fox’s urges never seemed to last very long, especially not as soon as she had another one.

Waddya think? 🙂

P.S. I know that foxes don’t hunt seals, I know that peacoats don’t drape, etc.  Too bad, alternate timelines are fun!  Yay! 😀

Random Doodles!!!

So here are some photos of doodles.  Mostly random ones, showcasing my terrible photography skills (at least in the area of photographing drawings) and my drawing skills (you decide how good they are 😉 ).

Showed this to a math substite.  I did a little more cross-hatching later on, but didn't take a picture. Meh.

Showed this to a math substitute. I did a little more cross-hatching later on, but didn’t take a picture. Meh.

Number One.

Part of a baby book I did.

Part of a baby book I did.

Two.

Not actually that bad of a drawing...

Not actually that bad of a drawing…

Three.

Yup.  That's Oevy, Moo, Qeqe, head-ish thing, and Alice.

Yup. That’s Oevy, Moo, Qeqe, head-ish thing, and Alice.

Four.

A lovely "screen-shot".

A lovely “screen-shot”.

Five.

Yeah... anyone notice the long tail?

Yeah… anyone notice the long tail?

Six.

A bakeneko, eh?

A bakeneko, eh?

Seven.

Two rows of monkey kids.  I like the little oddball with the fairy wings in the first one!  She needs a story! :3

Two rows of monkey kids. I like the little oddball with the fairy wings in the first one! She needs a story! :3

Eight.

So... I'm guessing you sre, creepy... thing...

So… I’m guessing you are, creepy… thing…

Nine.

Stresssssssssssssssssssss

Stresssssssssssssssssssss

Ten.

Oh no! The electricity is out, so I can't go on the computer, the food in the fridge will spoil, I can't recharge the battery on my electric car, etc. etc.

Oh no! The electricity is out, so I can’t go on the computer, the food in the fridge will spoil, I can’t recharge the battery on my electric car, etc. etc.

Eleven.

I doodle random, weird stuff.  These things just pop into my head. @_@ I'm not crazy- oh wait, I am.

I doodle random, weird stuff. These things just pop into my head. @_@ I’m not crazy- oh wait, I am.

Twelve.

I dunno.  Like I said, just came into my head!

I dunno. Like I said, just came into my head!

Thirteen.

A cat-humanoid thingy-thing.  And some cadnles. I should probably finish the background…

A cat-humanoid thingy-thing. And some cadnles. I should probably finish the background…

Fourteen.

There are a lot of samurai lizard drawings.  He never seems to wear an obi.  His kimono is held together using will-power.  He breaks the tradition of samurai.  Huh.

There are a lot of samurai lizard drawings. He never seems to wear an obi. His kimono is held together using will-power. He breaks the tradition of samurai. Huh.

Fifteen.

Okay!  Now look back through them, find your favorite, and tell me which one it is and why in the comments!  Or not.  I don’t really care. 😐

~Changuita

The Vision Stones Part….. Eight????

“Evil never sleeps,”  Helia laughed. “Well, I’m practically nocturnal.”

“Huh.”  Ristle was fighting to stay awake now, despite the biting cold.  “So how come not many people know about the vision stones?  How come people don’t make them all the time?”

“Eh… It’s like a lost art kind of thing.  A lot of people don’t know about the quest, think we’re crazy, or just don’t care either way.  It’s mostly adventurers, dragonslayers, wise guys, and tied people who come looking for them with us.  Only when all the vision stones are united can all of them be destroyed.  It’s a magic thing that shaman did to the stones.  He must have been one creepy old guy!”  She laughed.

“Tied people?”

“Yeah, like, people who are in some way tied to the vision stones.  People like you, or Elidia, or Rokudo… you know.”

“Oh, yeah…” Ristle remembered Elidia’s words:  But that isn’t all they do. If you scream loudly and desperately in their presence, you’ll become trapped in limbo between all of them. If you laugh and say someone’s name, they will become cursed with a curse of your choice.

“Yeah.  You can bike pretty good.”

“Oh?  Oh yeah, I guess I can.  We learned at school.”

Ristle and Helia fell silent, looking at the dark trees around them, as they had driven into a forest.  It was cold, and still, the only disturbances in the air were the soft breeze, the rustles in the bushes, the cricket’s chirps, and the rattle of the cart.  Finally, Helia spoke.

“Well, Ristle, that Tiger really has a thing for you.”

Ristle didn’t know what to say.  He decided on the truth.

“I know.”

“Yeah, well, you seem to like Elidia enough.  I hated boys at your age.”

“Yeah.”

“Hmm.”

Both of their attentions wandered back to the road.  There was a soft rustle in the bushes, and a tiny, green spook emerged onto the dirt road.  It had a round body and head, two, huge blue eyes, and tiny horns poking from its head, along with two clawed feet and a long tail.

Ristle and Helia coasted to a stop as it scurried across the road.  It looked at them with its huge, blue eyes, then darted into a large, purple bush.

“I wonder where it was going.”  Ristle thought aloud, staring after the spirit as they started moving again.

“To a well, to collect water.” Helia was quiet and subdued, rather than loud and nonchalant.  

“How do you know?” Ristle sounded a little more startled than he felt.

“I know because I know.”  Helia answered sharply.  

There was a flapping noise behind them, and Ristle could tell it was Rokudo.

“So, how are things?” the “chicken” asked.

“Meh.” said Ristle.

“Well, we should rest soon, as soon as it is dawn.”

“When’s that?” Helia sounded like herself again.

“Soon, very soon,”  he paused. “Would you like me to take over with magic?  My powers, and dexterousness, are limited as a chicken, but I enjoy having wings, and, certain exclusive skills.”

“Sure.” Ristle was glad for an excuse to get off his bike, but Helia only shrugged.

They both lay down and watched the stars speed by as Rokudo closed his eyes, using some sort of telekinesis to propel the cart.  Helia stared up at the sky with a distant, almost strained, and yet relaxed expression on her dark face.  Ristl tried to sleep again, unsuccessfully, so he sat up at the front of the cart with Rokudo

“Where are we going?” Ristle felt the wind on his face.

“Hmmm… I suppose I should be able to answer that.  We’re going to see a dragon.” Rokudo’s eyes remained closed.

“Dragon?” Helia was sitting up straight now. “A dragon?  A real, living, talking dragon?”  There was both fear and strange hunger in her voice.

“Well,”  Rokudo sighed. “If the spirits let us pass.”

“Spirits?  You mean like spooks and sprites?” Ristle inwardly hoped it was nothing more.

“Yes, and a few yokai.  Maybe even a small god, or some ghosts.”

“Gods?  Are gods spirits?” Ristle had never seen or worshipped a god, but he knew of their existence.

“Yes, I guess.  Gods are a type of spirit, but only exist when there are people to worship them.”

Helia had layed back in the cart, her eyes still fixed on the heavens.

There was a melancholy feeling in the air.

“Ristle, go to sleep.” Rokudo’s eyes remained shut.

Ristle lay back, next to the figure of Elidia, whose eyes were half open.

“Rokudo, I can take over now.”  she whispered.

“With who?  Emerald and Mark are much too small, and everyone else has had their turn.”

“Okay, sure.” she layed back down.  “I’ll just go back to sleep.”

“I have a feeling you will be needed more later,” Rokudo opened his eyes slowly. “Just sleep now.”

So Elidia closed her eyes again.  It was a few moments before Ristle finally sunk into sleep, and a few more before he was woken.

“You aren’t welcome here.”  a voice boomed menacingly.

“We must speak with Kadelvesi, and it is important.” Rokudo sounded frantic, but kept cool.

 

 

 

Of Crafts and Fairs

And boxes, and devilsticks and flowersticks, and clay animals and foods, and….

I had these in little boxes with question marks on them, so customers could pay $2.50, pick one, open it, and take home the animal.  Last year I had comics, too... but... procrastinating...

I had these in little boxes with question marks on them, so customers could pay $2.50, pick one, open it, and take home the animal. Last year I had comics, too… but… procrastinating…

And craft fairs.

And about $100.

And thinking about getting new Sylvanians…. heh heh heh.

So, anyways, there was a craft fair today, and it was pretty fun.

Here’s what happened:

-Arrived, found friends, found my table, set it up.

-Said hello to Mr. Vested and like a gazillion other people I know who were there.

-Was bored.

-Read the first few pages of Fablehaven, talked to friends.

-Walked over to Mr. Vested’s booth, looked at his stuff, came back.

-Sat and was bored.

-Drank chai.

-Mr. Vested came over and looked at my stuff, went back.

-Drank more chai.

-Craft fair finally started!!!!

-A lot of people came by and bought my stuff.

-Sold out of mystery boxes. (little blind boxes with stuffed animals in them)

-People bought stuff.

-Let my eyes wander around all the other booths.

-More people bought stuff, but less after I sold out of the mystery boxes.

-Ate some of a bagel.

-Traded a monkey for a brownie made by some friends.

-Ate the brownie.

-More people bought stuff.

-Ate the rest of the bagel.

-Walked around and bought some stuff.

-Came back, people commented on stuff but didn’t buy.

-Packed up.

-Left.

So, yeah… it was pretty cool.

I should have had a FAQ board:

Are you the one with the knitted hippos?

No.

Are monkey hats for sale?

No.

Did you make this stuff? (because this isn’t a craft fair or anything)

Oh no, I’m just minding the shop for someone else.  Not.

Can my kids touch these? (a lot of parents scolded their kids for touching my polymer clay stuff O_o )

If they’re careful.

Are you the one with the FIMO mice?

No.  That’s two tables down.

My sculpey thing broke.  Can I get another one?

No, just glue it back together.

Whoa, you chopped off your hair?

Yes.

I remember you from last year, yeah?

Yes, you do, don’t you.

Are you in a sarcastic mood?

No, what gives you that idea?

Yup.  I’m super tired.

-Changuita

It’s Friday Already??!

Betty_1

“It’s Friday already?”

“¿Ya es el viernes?”

Betty_2

“(sighs) It isn’t that the week went by fast, it was just that…”

“(suspira) No es que la semana pasó rápido, solo es que….”

Betty_3

“It went by so slow that I couldn’t see the end of it…”

“Se pasó tan lentamente que no pudé ver su fín…”

Betty_4

“Until now!”

“¡Hasta ahorita!”

So yeah… a little mouse narrates thoughts that were almost my thoughts exactly…

And I feel that a storm of strange tension is beginning on the horizon…

And that it will not only affect me when it hits us.

I’m a little weird right now.

I think I’m dehydrated… a bit.

Mostly just a bit of other randomness

Yes… randomness… Okay, today it rained, so this is what I did:

Right… it rained, and I had math and was in lotus position for a lot of it.  I still wonder why I am two years up in math if I can’t even hold the book right. (or flip a picture right-side up)  Well, it is CPM (College Preparatory Mathematics) and does try to make math simpler by making it complicated, and (pause)  Actually,  I’ll save the Common Core rant for another day. 😉

Seeing as my computer is being slow and I was going to post a Sylvanian story, it decided to reload all my tabs without my consent, sending all my photos into the black hole of unsaved content, and I am too lazy to re-upload them. :/

Right then.  So, I suppose this will be another post about randomness.

It was raining.

Then I ran around barefooted in the pouring rain.

Okay… more random stuff…

Hm. Monkeys are cute!  APPLESAUCE!  And… dragons!!!

The beans aren't actually green.  The jar is.

The beans aren’t actually green. The jar is.

Little fan and club tail. (yes, I make sure that my dragons are the correct gender.)

Little fan and club tail. (yes, I make sure that my dragons are the correct gender.)

I made them out of Sculpey and dressed the older boy in some smallish Sylvanian clothes.  I might make something for the little girl… hmm…

So… the little girl has a name.  She’s called Li.  I thought it was fitting, seeing as she has a pearl of power, and her older brother (yet to be named) does not.

Okay then.  Any suggestions for names for him???  Comment to answer!  I would prefer Chinese names, seeing as they are Chinese dragons, but Japanese, Korean, Vietnamese, or Indonesian names work, too.

Thanks for tolerating my weirdness,

Changuita 😛