looking for a not very expensive way to make a partial fursuit of Charlotte so I can party like its my birthday. Its not, but I still want to find a suit maker to help bring Char to life.

Recommendations or anything would be great.

I have been driving myself insane with this for the past few weeks, since someone had asked me something on the subject matter and didnt care for my response. Now, Im curious, this is for anyone to answer, but Id like to know, how did some of you get your fursonas? Its a silly question to some Im sure, but I am genuinely curious and would like to figure out my own in the near future.

EDIT: In case any of you who have not seen the most recent works of my gallery, Ive finally discovered my fursona yaaay. Her name is Charlotte, and is a mix breed between a Siberian Husky and a Dalmatian. She has more husky looks to her, other than her many markings and spots thanks to her Dalmatian mother. I love Charlotte to death lol. I got her name from Charlotte's Web, since I loved the character of Charlotte in the story so well. Im still working on her and figuring out things about her, but I just want to say she is adorable xD

S'been awhile since I posted a new journal so for those who bother to read these, buckle in because there is going to be a LOT of whining, ranting and just plain weirdness.

Ok, first on the agenda: Fish.

I bought the prettiest blue male veiltail betta fish from Petco about four days ago and I was so happy to have a fish, something that was my own to take care of. Nemo seemed fine until the start of day three. I woke up that morning and looked at the temporary home Nemo was in, to see him nose down in the rocks. Slightly confused I gently tapped him with the net, and he started to swim like a crazy well...fish. Nemo took a few gulps of air before following my finger for food. Dropping in a few betta pellets he chewed on one then spat it out. He looked at it then went to the next piece. Same thing. He eventually ignored the food and swam a little amongst his leafy water plants, then immediately nose-dived into the rocks. I left the room for almost five minutes before he was on his side, his eyes glassy but somewhat dark, with not a fin or gill movement from him. Attempting to recesitate him with the net, he took one huge gulp of air before going still.

Thus was the end of Nemo.

So that day I go up to Petco, with Nemo in a bag with a water sample, and demand a new fish. Lucky for me the demanding didnt need to be so forceful, as I got a new betta for free and two cute little guppies for a buck each. With a new cycled aquarium that Nemo didnt have the chance to live in, I slowly introduced the guppies to the tank. I couldnt tell if they just got stuck in the filter current or if it was one of their favorite exercizes but they stuck to one corner of the tank, where the filter spat out the water, thus making their little fins go a mile a minute practically. The betta impatiently remained in his little cup until the guppies were done with their aerobics. With the help of a friend I came up with names for all three of my new fish: One guppy was silvery-blue with a darker violet-blue on his/her tail, naming him/her Blueberry. The next guppy was a soft peachy-pink color that followed Blueberry wherever they went in the tank. Color Me Pink was the name that stuck. Now for the betta, I could not think of anything creative for him other than something stupid and boring like Streak or NightShade. With the same friend's help after naming Blueberry and Color Me Pink, Scrambles was originally brought up. After sitting on the name for awhile I fed the betta and guppies, randomly thinking of Star Wars while looking at the betta. A dark purple almost black coloring for his body, with silver specks on his sides with crimson fins, I couldnt help but think of Darth Maul. I started to call him Darth Scramble, and it stuck. He goes by Darth for short, just because its easier to say xD
Anyway, the guppies were in the tank and flitting around near the filter and the current, when Color Me Pink slowly began to sink lower and lower in the tank. Noticing something was wrong, Blueberry followed him/her to the bottom and nudged Pink lightly. Pink flitted up just an inch before his/her fins clamped against his/her body, and they slowly spiraled down to the gravel. I netted him/her and checked for gill movement. I put Pink in a hospital tank before he/she just sank to the bottom. I scooped him/her up with a plastic bag and set it aside as Blueberry flitted around; no doubt looking for Pink.
Two hours after Pink passed, Blueberry twirled onto his/her side before clamping together and sinking like a rock. Getting ready to bag Blue, I noticed his/her right fin was gone. It wasnt anywhere in the tank, and it didnt seem like Darth had even touched him/her without just a light bump occasionally to get him/her away. So both guppies are in bags next to each other, waiting for their final travels back to petco to rest together in peace forever.
Darth seems to be enjoying the guppy-free tank, and has taken a liking to the little tool I use to feed him and to my finger against the glass, so I hope he will survive much longer than his ex-tank mates and his predecessor before him.

Moving on from the fish talk, my Bamboo tablet is officially retired. Bam-Bam lasted me almost a year so Wacom has been notified my tablet is no longer working, and luckily, under warranty, a new one will be sent out, hopefully soon. That leaves me with the unfortunate news that Commissions, Kiriban Prizes, and any other digital work will be put on hold until Bam-Bam 2 arrives and is confirmed on my puter. I apologize to all my watchers until the new tablet is in the mail, that nothing new will be posted until this is resolved.

Thought I was done didnt ya? Nope. Just one more thing that irks me.

I pre-registered for Otakon in baltimore this year yaay! Got this done about a month or so ago and was all happy to be able to go and work there this year to make money instead of waste it on silly shit I dont really need xD. Well, turns out, I wont even BE here on Otakon weekend, nor the week before. I fly out to Colorado for about two weeks, for my sister's wedding that happens Ota weekend. I cant change the date nor can I get a refund for pre-registering for Ota. Plane tickets have been bought and the fly out date is set in stone. I am sorry to all who might have wanted to meet me or see me or whatever or for those who are even going to Ota, I will not be present in the artist alley, or at the con at all. Im not even sure if I'll have a table with the company I work with for cons will have a table in time. If we do, look for K-Collective whoever is going, my work will be up for sale there, as well as charms and my perler sprites. If we dont get a table for Ota, then Im sorry.

Phew...I feel...somewhat better.

Thank you all for your continued support while Bam-Bam 2 is readied for departure and Bam-Bam the original is laid to rest.

AK out

UPDATE: My new tablet is here! Commissions and kiribans and random pronz stuffs can continue yay

So the plushes have for the time being just been put on hold, until I can think of something cute to make that would sell well, they'll be put aside.

In other news, been testing different things out in SAI and so far I like most of what Ive been working with. Yay

Im not going to say Im suddenly super amazing with it, cause I am far from it, but just from teaching myself different things using SAI Im happy with how Im progressing.

I dont need nay-sayers to put me down, cause I am too happy and up for lack of a better term to let things get to me!
(sure, real life is always going to bother me, but Im doing what I love, and thats create art and learn)

Thanks for noticing me

I made my first pair of handpaws...I feel....

AWESOME!

Yeah I had a bunch of black felty material laying around and thought Id try to make something out of it. I still have a bunch of the black left over, but I made a bunch of claws out of sculpey and the paws to fit my hands. Theyre both finished but theyre hard to manage. The claws Im guessing are too...hooky...yeah...thats a good word.

I tested them with my Wii (more specifically, Twilight Princess, Im at Castle in the sky) and I ended up flying off the ledge xD But I like them and Ill probably make another pair when I get the money to get different colored material...(thats not getting anywhere naturally.)

So yeah, Im pretty happy about the handpaws.

...bye!

*runs away waving handpaws in the air* Eeeeeeeeeeeee!

Thaaaaaats me!

Yup, if people need an artist for concept art or character sheets or whatever, I am your go to person.

I will draw just about anything from character sheets to the nasty nasty stuff.

Please get in contact with me either via note, or email me @

life4mustang[at]live.com

We can discuss the work requested and payment and go over any questions one may have.

Yeah, not sleeping well, creative juices are flopping for the most part, and this dream is scaring me. It involves my oc's, or at least five of them. I might be overthinking this whole thing, but Im close knit to them, so its a little close.

(read at your own risk, its a huge dream)

Dream that wont let me alone:
Began as Aion, who seemed to be running from something. Ducked behind a white painted brick wall as what appears to be gunfire coming at him as he remains behind the brick. A rapier is at his hip and a gun of some type is in his hand, as he returns fire to what appear to be white haired males and females with blazing orange eyes firing at him. Aion is shot in the arm as he recoils and remains behind the wall. A foreign language is spoken amongst those on the opposite side of the wall, a dialect Aion cant understand. He turns and fires at them, only to find they are no longer there. Startled, he scans the area before turning back to his side, to find the men and women in front of him now. His eyes widen as a silver headpiece with ornate orange stones is shot at him, grabbing onto his head, clinging to his forehead. His hands grab and claw at the mechanism attached to his head, as two 'arms' pull out of the sides of the headpiece and grab onto his lower jaw, securing itself to his head. He writhes in agony before his mind is won over, and his emerald eyes are replaced by a hellish orange. He drops to the ground as the headpiece takes over, losing consciousness shortly after. Something is muttered amongst the people in white robes, before he is trapped inside of a large green crystal. He is put aside close to the entrance inside that was formed by an explosion, and left alone to sleep as the headpiece rewrites his mind.

We then move to Kieiru, who is actually at work in the shop at the time of the incident. As hes working under a car on an oil change and tune up, he notices someone approaches the car hes working under. He says he'll be out in a moment to assist them, when the feet walk away to talk with his manager. He looks confused for a moment before sliding out from under the car, seeing his manager on the ground, unconscious or dead he isn’t sure, but he sees the person that had paused next to the car he was working on in nothing but long white robes with red going down the sleeves originating from the shoulder down to the hand, ending in a red spiral, with blazing orange eyes that stare down at him. In the man's hands is an ornate silver headpiece with orange stones that seem to blaze much like his own. Frozen just taking in the characteristics of this new man, he gets up and goes to his manager, checking his pulse, breathes a sigh of relief to feel his pulse at a steady speed, just glad he isn’t dead. When he gets up the silver headpiece is in front of him, a language he has never heard slips between the man's lips, which remain tight and almost unmoving. When the man finally stops his speaking, the silver helmet flies at Kieiru, who ducks below it before lifting a wrench to fight it off with. As the thing approaches, he swings at it. The wrench connects with the headpiece as it flies off to his left and hitting the wall with a defeated clang. Snorting Kieiru turns back to the white cloaked man, cussing at him and requesting he leave the premises or the police would be notified. The man didn’t even react. He looked over at the fallen crown, muttering something between his tightly closed lips. Kieiru attempted talking to him, the wrench still in his hand, frowning when the strange person wasn’t even looking at him. When Kieiru started to speak again, the man started talking over him, as the headpiece lifted from the ground, and flew at Kieiru. Before Kieiru could smack it away again, it latched onto his head as two pieces strapped to his jaw, to keep it in place. He fell to the ground and fought to get it off, tiring too quickly for his liking (perhaps a side effect of the new crown or just fatigue from having been at work already for a few hours its unclear.) Soon enough he stops struggling and goes limp on the ground, lifted into the air by invisible hands that hold him upright as a red crystal formation covers him, his eyes opening barely to be the same startling orange of his attacker. His eyes close as he sent into sleep from the power of the crown, as the man and the red crystal disappear from the shop, the red crystal now next to the green one Aion is in.

We then switch to the troupe, with what seems like the clean up of a finished performance, with Matthew and Torren assisting the other troupe members with taking down the tents as others put costumes away in their proper places. As the troupe finishes packing and the crowd has all but dispersed, Torren notices someone in a white robe just standing where the audience had once been. First thing he does is go up to him to see if he needs anything. The man looks down at him and removes a silver headpiece with orange gems from the inside of his robe, holding it out to Torren. Quizzical of the man's intentions, Torren takes the helmet, lifting it to his face to take a closer look at it. Turning the thing over and looking through the hole for his head he sees the man take out another, tilting his head as he says something. Unable to recognize the language Torren almost asks him to repeat himself, before the headdress seems to come to life and latch onto his neck. He yelps and struggles with it as he slips up to his head, clinging to him as the arms of it relocate from his neck to his jaw, securing it in place. Torren screams now at this point and attempts to fight off the strange power from the headpiece. Torren's screaming alerts Matthew, who drops the crate he was carrying to one of the wagons to rush to Torren's aid, seeing him writhing on the ground attempting to get the thing off of him. Matthew falls next to him and attempts to pry it off of Torren, who is crying and whimpering as he is terrified. As Matthew struggles to free Torren, the white robed man removes a second headpiece, and lets it go to Matthew, who is barely alerted when Torren whimpers in warning. Turning quickly Matthew ducks beneath the seemingly living headpiece, kicking it away as he returns to help Torren. The headpiece that went after Matthew rises again, flying at him. When Torren stops struggling and the headpiece is in place against him, Matthew shakes him, trying to wake him. Torren's eyes slide open, the hellish orange that are the same color as the adornments on the crown and of the robed man's eyes. Matthew, now terrified of what may happen to Torren, gets up and charges the man, throwing a punch at him. Feeding off of Matthew's greatest fears, the man suddenly disappears and reappears behind him, his form changing. By the time Matthew turns around, he is face to face with a white serpent with red patterning down its back, paling at the sight of it. He steps back before tripping over a crystal that appears around Torren, golden in color, standing him upright. Matthew beats against it trying to wake him, as the massive snake approaches him. His eyes widen in fear as he beats against the crystal again, before it disappears, the white serpent the only thing against him now. He steps back once again in fear, as the snake strikes, coiling around him tightly to keep him place as he struggles. He's panting heavily as he kicks helplessly as the headpiece flies at him, grabbing onto him quickly and tightly. Screaming in fear and pain, Matthew writhes in the snake's coils as the headpiece rewrites his brain to accepting commands. By now Garrison has heard Matthew and Torren scream, as he hobbles towards them, seeing Torren is gone and Matthew in the clutches of a white robed man. He frowns and attempts to approach him before the robed chap disappears, dropping Matthew to the ground. Garrison approaches him before a large deep blue crystal forms around Matthew, blocking him. He beats against it and attempts to bond with Matthew to wake him, but the crystal lifts and disappears before him.
There are four crystals back in the room, one green, one red, one golden yellow, and the other deep blue. Just one last person.

Snarling Ke'al is approached on all sides by white robed men, the one in front of him holding the same silver headpiece in his hands, attempting to speak to him in civilized manner to tell him they are doing good. Ke'al snorts and dives at the man, throwing the headpiece away as he attempts to claw him, slashing into the dirt. He looks down at where the man was before turning on his heel, seeing the man behind him unscathed. Growling as the others close in around him, he swipes at them and dives beneath them, running now. The men follow him as they attempt to stop him, using their more desperate measures by throwing orange colored glowing ropes at him. Ke'al ducks and dodges them expertly, used to the feeling of humans trying to capture him, kicking back one when he gets to be too close to him. He seems on the homestretch as he runs, seeing the thicket he, his wife Julen and their son Teil share as home, not wanting to put them in danger. He is jarred from his thoughts as a rope suddenly catches his right leg, dragging him down with a thud. He growls and struggles, clawing at the impenetrable rope as it wraps and wraps around him, trapping his legs together. He snarls as the men catch up, seeming un-bothered about the whole ordeal, as one approaches with the headpiece. Ke'al manages to bite him, even as the orange ropes are now up to his arms, coiling higher and higher, trapping him in place. The man recoils and disappears for a split second, only to reappear behind Ke'al. Before Ke'al has the chance to turn and bite him again, the ropes end at his throat, tightening to the point they could suffocate him if he made a wrong move. He growls as the man removes the headpiece again, holding it in front of Ke'al's face. The hybrid snarls and bites at him again before choking once, growling when the headpiece suddenly flies at him and latches onto his head. Ke'al's eyes widen as he struggles with it, writhing about on the ground as the ropes hold him snugly, howling in pain and in fear. The headpiece shifts into place and gets to work immediately, rendering Ke'al suddenly helpless as he drops to his side, his brilliant sapphire eyes replaced quickly with hellish orange. As soon as there is a sliver of obedience in him, the headpiece, using the mysterious powers it has, puts him to sleep, closing his terrifying eyes as an amethyst crystal covers him. The robed men look at each other and nod, before they and the crystal disappear to join and regroup.

-End Dream Log-

yeah, I know its late but been crazy for the past weeks or so.

If anyone was interested, I was at katsu, and I didnt sell a single friggin print. Not a one.

Am I happy bout it? Not particularly. Did I manage to pay back my pass and make a profit? Yes to the first and very very little to the second. It was still a learning experience for me, and I get to do it again for Otakon. Im excited for it but also not really.

1. because I have no place to stay, and since its in Baltimore, no friggin chance am I going back and forth for all three days.

2. for the HUUUUUUGE intake of people to the booth, even if we only got crap to sell. No joke, the peeps I was working with at the booth were selling shoes for $100 or so. Im not bashing them as they were a HUUUUGE help with me getting my feet wet in the world of selling at cons. So yea, I might be at Ota if I can find some place to stay.

So yeah...

random update like two weeks too late over.

Katsucon is fast approaching but prints are done and stuff is ready for selling. Now Im just struggling to live from day to day on the money from the dead end job from the end of last year. So please! Contact me for estimates or offers or anything! You can chose how you want it, traditional media, or done on the computer in MS Paint or SAI. Please please Please!

Unfortunately, it is true. Paint Tool SAI is not working on my computer, even after uninstalling, reinstalling, repairing what have you. It simply doesnt work. Im not too happy about it myself, but I will try to fix it. Thank you for your patience to those who watch me.

Christmas is fast approaching and Ive been able to manage a little Christmas shopping with some money I got from a past commission, but I am out and I need much more to do! I need something to do instead of fry my brains with fail attempts at drawings I don't know where the hell they came from. Please, so I can finish my Christmas shopping for this year, ask me about commissions.

Hey, this is a heads up to those who request commissions from me; I only post artwork after payment is received and if I post it before hand it was a mistake, namely because I wasn't thinking.

And Ive changed my payment options; I can only take cash for now. Im not going into the ordeal with checks, but cash is the only method now, until paypal is figured out on my end.

Pricing:
Transformation pic (in mspaint): $8 usd

Transformation comic (mspaint): $12 usd

Hand drawn requests:
Sketch: $5 usd

Black and White: $7 usd

Colored: $15 usd

Colored is more expensive simply because the materials I use are expensive.