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Okay, I know I really, really, really shouldn’t be doing this but I am desperate, people, SO. PLEASE PLEASE can anyone tell me what the word for a bird’s claw is and NO IT IS NOT A TALON that is the claw on the BACK of the foot I need to know the word for a bird’s fingers. I know Terry Pratchett mentions it in a Discworld novel but I can’t find it SO if one of you excellent incredibly eloquent people who follow my blog — and I know there are quite a few of you — if ANY of you know what that one word is, please let me know. Thank you.

-S

Comic 22 : Milk Cans

 

 

 

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*Tumbleweed*

 

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SO. Inactive for two whole months. New record achieved, I guess. I’ve mostly been stalled due to lack of time. I probably won’t even be able to post again until the summer holidays; I might even have to cancel working on the Dungeons & Dragons backstory comics. *SIGH*

Anywho.

I’m not entirely sure this comic is valid, because so far I haven’t actually come across any glass milk cans at Lonlon Ranch. But hey, it’s funny and I enjoyed drawing it, so whatever.

For those of you who have never played Zelda and therefore don’t get it, glass bottles are often considered one of the most valuable and useful items in the Zelda games. It’s the only container capable of storing consumables in Ocarina of Time : bugs to dig underground, fish to bribe the giant whale beast, poes to sell to the creepy psychic guy, three different types of magic potions, fairies that automatically revive you when you die; and, of course, lonlon milk.

There are only four bottles to collect in the entire game, making them rare and valuable as well as desirable. If you could just get a giant milk can from Lonlon Ranch, it would be able to hold, like, ten fairies, and would pretty much make you invincible.

The idea is right up there with that of strapping a cuckoo to your shield to get a cuckoo swarm to beat up anyone who hits you. Which, now that I’ve mentioned it, I just might draw a comic about. Hmm.

Anyway, I now wish you a good month, as I probably won’t be posting again for a while.

Sheikah

P.S: The text might be a bit blurry, so you should probably click to zoom.

Poem : The Nightmares

 

 

Woo! Masterpiece poem! Awesomeness/Enhanced self-confidence ensues!..I hope it’s readable.

SO. This is technically the blog birthday, even though I started it on a February 29th. It’s been a pretty good first year, I guess, as first years go, and I hope it gets even better.

You may have noticed (you probably didn’t) that I haven’t been tagging my posts. This is because I’m content with the little group of 60+ followers I’ve accumulated, and think it would be kind of stressful catering to a larger community. Which also means that there are only 60+ people who are going to read this, like, ever. 80 at most. So there’s your little ‘I’m speshul’ tip of the hat for the day.

I think it’s also fine now for me to use my real first name, so while I’ll still be going about as Sheikah, those precious few of you who actually care can know me as Isla. (You don’t pronounce the S, for all those of you who are unfamiliar with Scottish geography.)

Anyhoodle. Awesome poem, check. Copyright: Me, by the way. No stealing my geniusness. (Which is now apparently a word.) Have great March holidays, for those of who who get March holidays, and, uh…Happy birthday? I dunno.

Sheikah

P.S: Kudos to the one or two readers who noticed and recognized my use of the word ‘sheeple’. That’s a second ‘I’m so SPESHUL’  hat-tip to you.

Comic 21 : Quoth the Raven

 

I am very bored. (click to enlarge)

Sheikah

P.S. : Buttercup Festival, for when life feels too complicated.

Comics 19 – 20 : Ikki Ikki Ikki Ptang Ptang / Rollin’

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So as you can see, both scanner and tablet are functioning properly again. The image quality is pretty foggy, but there’s not much I can do about that. These are two lighthearted comics I drew a couple weeks ago, which I particularly like because of the style — less distracting detail, more expressive motion.

Sheikah

Back In The Game

Okay, so I’ve been almost completely inactive for like a month now, only to come back and find that both the tablet and the scanner are stubbornly refusing to cooperate with my artistic intentions. Well, that’s not going to stop me from posting a triumphant post-hibernation…Post, I guess. So even though I can’t pin up artstuffs (yes, in my world ‘stuffs’ is a suffix that can describe a plural of any noun), I can still write, well, writingstuffs (shut up, all you English teachers out there). And so I thought, why not give a teaser of the sequel to Let’s All Be Heroes that I’m writing right now? And then I thought, because this sequel sucks compared to LABH, so much that I can’t write a decent bit of teaser text. So…No teaser text for you, I guess. I’m just better at creating new worlds and stories than building on top of old ones. That’s probably why I don’t write any fanfiction-y stuff. I mean, I probably could write a short story using characters and setting from an existing literary work (I once read a bunch of short stories a guy wrote using LotR characters, with plotlines based on fortune-cookies messages — stories which turned out  pretty awesome), but I couldn’t just up and send those beloved characters on an entirely independent story arc. That would pretty much be an insult to the author for me.

So basically, what I’m doing is giving you what was my first attempt at the sequel, which I scrapped long ago before staring over from scratch. It’s pretty awful, but hey, I as a reader love this kind of bonus material, and I’m guessing a lot of you out there do as well. So: I give you the beginning of Born To Slay Dragons, back when it was called Dancing In A Dragon’s Fire. Try not to puke if the familiar characters are too out-of-character.

 

THE STORY NEVER ENDS

                The story never ends. Not truly.

There is a realm called Belecostar. It consists of a short mountain range, with a large amount of forest clustered round the mountains and four villages along the foot of the tallest one.

Some time ago, a Hero named Berthond Gellcomar set out to complete a quest and save the realm. He had with him three companions; Reynold Blightington, Harresta Brittlebuch and Telcrow Despar. He also encountered Selebriar Darkleaf, an Elf, who agreed to aid them in their quest.

Only Berthond and Selebriar survived.

When they returned to Berthond’s home village, the boy – along with his best friend Frestel — created a group of warriors to defend the borders of Belecostar, to lessen the chances of invasion of any sort.

Berthond himself no longer had much desire to go around completing quests; but he had the blood of a born Hero, and a bloodline never dies out…

 

PART ONE

A CHILD BORN IN BLOOD

                ‘He’s sort of…cute, I suppose.’ Selebriar carefully prodded the small pink thing in the cot. It gurgled back at him. He sighed. ‘I’m afraid I’m not particularly familiar with children.’ Berthond stroked his newborn son’s forehead. ‘I wasn’t asking you to babysit. I just thought you might want to meet him.’

Meliann, who had been wed to Berthond for three years, bustled into the room with fresh nappies. She wasn’t very good at bustling. She was more accustomed to lopping orcs’ heads off.

She and Berthond had met when he had first set up the warrior group and started recruiting. Meliann Shivertimb was from Arcondrake, the fourth village. She had been training as a warrior in case she was picked for the quest. In the end, a mage named Telcrow Despar had been chosen. Like the others who had accompanied Berthond on his quest, Telcrow had died. Berthond was glad it had been Telcrow and not Meliann.

‘Hullo, sweetheart. Oh…Good day to you, sire.’ She bobbed a little curtsy. Meliann was always extremely polite to Selebriar, believing that since he was an Elf, he was superior to humans. It rather irritated him, but he mostly ignored it. ‘Lescir dalun tìnel, Sea-Rose.’

The young woman blushed. ‘Oh, I don’t deserve an Elvish blessing…’ Selebriar sighed once more. ‘It just means “all goes well”, lady.’ Meliann blushed further. ‘And I…I don’t think I deserve being called a lady, sire’, she stuttered. ‘And what is “Sea-Rose”?’ ‘It’s what “Meliann” means in the Elvish toungue’, explained Selebriar, only mostly patient.

It didn’t seem possible for Meliann to blush even further, but she somehow managed it, and turned a bright red color. ‘Oh…You needn’t have gone and translated my name for me, sire.’ Selebriar turned to Berthond, who was trying not to burst out laughing. ‘Maybe it’s better if I just left, before her head explodes.’

The child’s name was Draketoer, which meant ‘dragon-slayer’. It was a noble and heroic name, which Berthond hoped could one day be lived up to. Everybody called him Drake, though; it being easier to remember.

 

 

And that’s how far I got before realizing that I had made a terrible mistake in beginning with Meliann’s  introduction and starting over again. Also, Draketoer is a stupid name. It sounds like it could be the Ancient Belecostarian word for ‘dry toe fungus’. I changed it to Drakendrar in the new version, which admittedly is fairly absurd, but much better. Well, I’ve dropped enough hints for this to actually count as a teaser, so there you go. Until next time, I guess.

Sheikah

Art 25 : Christmas Special

Merry only-three-more-days-until-Christmas! Yes, I’m releasing this early because I’d probably forget to do it come the actual day. So sue me.

I recommend zooming in by clicking on it, though; there’s quite a bit of detail you can’t see when it’s full-size, especially around Midna and her helmet.

Boy that imp looks pissed off.

Sheikah

Adventurers Adrift : Episode 1

Hey there, people-who-read-the-stuff-I-post. Been a while, huh? Thing is, I don’t get much time these days for drawing and writing and stuff, so updates may be sparse. And by sparse, I mean like once-a-month or whenever-I-feel-like-it. So…Yeah.

Anyway, I think I’m going to do a series of comics illustrating the first dungeon my new Dungeons and Dragons character has gone through. I’m not sure if I’ll do the entire campaign, because I’ll probably get bored and lose interest by then — in fact, I’ll probably lose interest halfway through the current story arc. But at least it’ll be pretty cool.

So there’s my character right there; as you probably figured, I’m opening with my backstory. These are her earliest memories as a child, blah blah blah. Ran from fire, found by random Elf dude…I bet you can figure out the rest. It’s pretty basic backstory stuff.

Yes, her hair does change colour at night.

Sheikah

Comic 18 : Braces

 

 

Those really were my friend’s first words when she saw me with braces. Her next words were, ‘Ooh, Elvish braces’.

Sheikah

P.S: By the way, try typing “if you are what you eat then” into the Google search bar and see what comes up. Don’t ask. Just do it.

Stuff! Lots and lots of stuff!

Okay. First off, I got braces. Not cool, but I’m going to be doing a comic about it soon. I think. If I don’t keep putting it off too much. You know what, I’m just going to say I will draw it, and now I can’t not do so, because I said I would. Or whatever.

Secondly, I updated the About page. New picture, new text. You can go check it out if you want.

But, thirdly and most importantly, my friend started her own art website, because apparently I inspired her to do so. Aww. Isn’t that cute. Anyway, you should go see it, maybe become a member or something. I’m a member; so maybe I’ll post some drawings on her website only, to force you to go there if you want to see it. BWAHAHAHAHAaren’t I cruel.

Happiness is Art Shaped! Yaaaaaaaaaaay

…Just…Just go check it out, okay?

Sheikah