I Have More Time Than Good Sense

Rather than get anything useful done today, I ended up dicking around with the WoW Model Viewer.

With my sincerest apologies to xkcd:

And this can only be explained with "the people I play WoW with are all insane". It's a long story.

To Hell and (most of the way) Back

Spent entirely too much time working on a visual timeline of the blood elf version of Ms. Kos:

(A properly large version is here.)

1. Wee sproglet. Yes, she was originally brunette.

2. Sprog. Not exactly appropriately dressed for a future noblewoman, but see if she gives a toss.

3. Disgruntled adolescent (is there another kind?).

4. Majoring in Evocation with minors in Alchemy and Transmutation. Also probably breaking the U of Dal dress code like it's going out of style.

5. Bored with roasting trolls in her backyard; decided to kick some orcish ass in the Second War.

6. Following the Third War, has completely lost her shit.

7. Went back to studying the Art properly instead of screwing around with warlock crap. Being talked to by the saronite in the walls of Icecrown Citadel. Holding a trinket from a friend and attempting to not completely lose her shit again.

8. Yeah, she feels a little better now.

Don't call me Ishmael.

(Because if I had a gold piece for every time someone misread or mispronounced Ismial's name...)

God, I hate warlocks...

Actually, I don't--I have one, that being Ismial's sister--but my main in WoW is a mage, so one must keep up appearances, yes? You know how it is; you're strolling along, discussing Thalassian politics with a colleague, and all of a sudden some smartass warlock's pet demon is chewing on you.

Something for two friends. The felhunter gnawing on Anasyan's robe is by far my favourite part. Who knew something with no eyes could look so freaking happy?

Oh, and seriously? Don't ask about the dead fish. I don't want to know either.

Defrosting

Am altogether too cold, but have more beads. Cannot decide if I should set out some velvet and catch up on necklace pictures, or wait until spring so I can use the logs as a backdrop.

Yes, I realise that I could just brush the snow off and set up regardless, but it's something like -35 with the windchill and I have not completely lost my mind. Yet.

Anaquiel says, "Be my valentine or I'll break you in half, you sissy wizard."

Ismial and his megalomaniacal sister.

In retrospect, given that I tend to warp the "cute monster girl" trope and use it primarily on male characters, yet when it comes to decorating a face with scars I only seem willing to do so on females... somewhere, there's a second-rate armchair psychologist who'd have a field day with this nonsense.

"You've all taken leave of your senses."

Remember what I said about art-rust and Starcraft 2? Well, now I have Civ 5, too. My muse is essentially doomed to shrivel up into a raisin when Cataclysm comes out, so to give it a bit of exercise before then...

...Ismial, looking less than amused. And just because I can:

Twenty Thousand Dead and Counting!

Wholesale slaughter of Alliance forces in the field is but one of her feminine traits.

Curios and Trinkets, part the fourth

Not that this has anything at all to do with jewelery, but I think I'm now one of the few people on my WoW server that has the 'Kingslayer' title but uses something else instead. 'Loremaster' is so much more stylish on a mage...

Anyway.


I took apart an old bracelet to make the cord for this one; it had five strands in all, so I used two more for...


The red oval was one of the Shrinky Dinks that turned out. Ended up making a nice surface to mount one of my brass flies on, and doesn't go half bad with the carnelian and onyx beads I just added to the hoard.


And these are the others. Need to dig up a more accurate hole-punch. The trees are from one of the many lovely free patterns over at Webtreats ETC.


Something simple with some twisty black chain and chrysocolla beads.


And a sister piece.


...and this one is MINE.

It's moss agate and fancy agate (the white bead with the adorable mossy spots up top). But seriously, it's mine.

Needle of Damocles

I don't think I could explain why (beyond, perhaps, "visual overindulgence") I ended up drawing Ismial with a mana injector hanging over him. Still waffling on the colours of his clothing, and thinking of putting some trees in the background.

Given my intense loathing of syringes, I think this may be the first time my muse just bitch-slapped me and told me to draw what she wanted, phobias be damned.

Evocation, part the fourth (among other things)

A bit past due, but I suppose this painting can stop gnawing on my arm now.


And a closeup from when I was working on it:

And another spot of work for the folks of Electric Mummy:



I also feel it necessary to share the stoopid that a few of my WoW guildies and I got up to the other day when our hair-obsessed paladin picked up the coveted pink shirt from ICC. It wasn't pretty, but it was fabulous.


I'd just like to point out here that the cake, flame brazier, and rose petals are totally my fault here.

And not content with merely baffling the people out on the streets, we paratrooped into the Alliance quarter to cause trouble.

Elfpunked

Why?

Because I can.

(He's made it to 70. I don't know if it's because of the goggles or because I like getting stunned looks from passersby who don't expect priests to be able to pull off efficient AoE pulls.)

Evocation, part the third

"Cut us from the U of Dalaran varsity team, will they?!"

(Really, given that it's an institution of mage-geeks, how bad would you have to be?)

Ahem.

That aside, I am currently dividing my time between working on a delightful little commission and murdering wayward Alliance players that blunder into the Undercity in search of a free turkey dinner*. Hey, I thought it was rather apropos for a Forsaken-style Thanksgiving.


*What makes this all the more entertaining is the fact that I was on my rogue, and thus managed about half of those kills in the form of an extremely aggressive turkey.

Evocation, part the second

Working on an underpainting of sorts. Also, B and I think that it would be greatly improved by the addition of a basketball.

Evocation

To most, it means a sort of conjuration. To a few of us, it also means restoring a good bit of sweet, sweet mana.

It'll make sense later. Special effects explain everything.


To give you an idea of how badly I've gone in over my head with that one, the first picture is shown at 12.5% of its actual size.

On an unrelated note, I suspect that I've cracked a toe.

I mentioned mummies a while back. I was talking about these guys, who've taken me on as their official art-monkey. So if you play really fast and loose with definitions, I'm in a rock band. Sort of.

A reworking, part the fourth

And like magic, we have a disgruntled mage.


There's a bit more meaning in a few of the runes than I care to let on, but most of them are just for show.

On a totally unrelated note, I'm swooning over a monogoggle.

Postcards from Azeroth, part the second

Because some of the things in my screenshot folder are just too stupid not to share.


I felt a twinge of guilt for having done this to my poor hawkstrider.


Remember what I said about Prince Malchezaar turning my shaman into a damp splat way back when? Vengeance is delicious.


I have *got* to see a picture of Kendris' rogue in this getup sometime.


Instant ten-man raid. Just add conjured water!


Rather than work on spells or stay in-character, the Magey R&D Department elects to develop the ultimate ret paladin attack cycle. In Kirby emoticons.



Speaking of ret paladins, I've given up asking how B gets himself into these situations. I'm just glad that he has a parachute.

A reworking, part the third

Her expression speaks to me. More specifically, it says "you know you want to set aside your actual work and finish painting me."

And to that I say, "shut up, Lady."

>:|

A reworking, part the second

The lady won't leave me be; it's as simple as that.

A reworking

Ms. Kos continues to enjoy her recently re-acquired position as paramount figment of my imagination--so here's a cropped reworking of an old sketch of her.

She appears to have filched Mebby's cloak and added runes to it.

My Phone is Filing a Restraining Order

I've several things to mention:

Firstly, that Abney Park's "She" is a delightfully bittersweet and utterly addictive bit of music.

Secondly, that there is no greater hilarity in WoW than staging an excursion and making one's way into the ruins of Dire Maul in character, right down to unlocking the doors... and then getting a faceful of wall and an "additional instances cannot be launched at this time". Can't speak for Ms. Kos' colleague, but I was dying of laughter.

Finally, I've been cleaning for about twelve hours. Some notes regarding the highlights of the evening:


9:30 P.M. - Mothers are greeting dishes in much the same fashion as one does a friend they've not seen in years.

10 P.M. - Had to explain that the loud thumping noises emanating from the basement were a result of my beating clothes against the washer to get the dust off prior to washing. In retrospect, am contemplating doing laundry on a slightly more regular basis.

12:30 A.M. - ShopVac attempted to eat a fingerless glove. Have administered Heimlich and am now chastising it for poor dietary habits.

1 A.M. - ShopVac has made a second attempt at fellating the phone cord. Fairly certain that the phone cord was not particularly happy about this, going by what sounded like a high-pitched shriek of horror.

1:15 A.M. - ...that had better have been a shriek of horror.