$4

Full Color, full body, complete commissions open at the very reasonably low price of $4.


Did I say I was crazy?


BLAM.

MINOR CONDITIONS


I'll need references, or detailed descriptions of what you desire in your piece. You can have multiple characters, but don't go overboard. (Won't cost any extra at this point)
If you have an idea of what you want your peeps doing, posing, wearin', just post it with your order.
You can pay me after the picture is done. (When I know the money is in the account I spaz thinkin' I have to hurry and my work turns to serious crap.)

kikioson16[at]msn.com is the paypal account to send yo' monies.

Thank guys!

(UPDATES)

[My life's pretty hectic, and I'm really trying to focus on my commissions, but shit keeps getting in the way. So the process might be slow, thanks for being patient and understanding. <3]



Okay, spots are limited, and I'll work on them as they have been received.

[1.] axiroth (100% done!)

[2.] l1zz4rd (100% done!)

[3.] bakasaka (90% done: COlorin)

[4.] kalira9 (15% done: roughs)

[5.] bakasaka (25%: fine roughs)

[6.] nasonxian

[7.] nasonxian

[8.]

- It's pretty damn cold, and I'm never prepared.

Renting my own place now. Had to get outta my sister's crazy ass life.
I've got my own shit to wade through, I don't need to be waist high in hers.

So, yeah. I'm alive.

Not that that is much consolation.



It feels like a big accomplishment to be out from under anybody.

I think our house is haunted.

It's got weird closets, and doors.

Was made in the early 30's. -

-Art related entry-


Not doing much of anything.
Drawing and creativity has either ended horribly, or has become a stagnant waste of effort.

So, maybe gonna work on stuff. Maybe.

-


See ya.

I'm opening about 6 slots for free art!



They will be sketches, or doodles, whatever we work out.

1. DONE. O:
2. DONE.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.Dooooone!



I'm also opening up commissions again.
With 5 slots.



1.
2.
3.
4.
5.


(PRICING)

Doodles: 1-2$
Complex drawings: 3-5$
Fully Inked:5-10$
Fully colored digital image: 10$ and up, depending on the multiple characters.


If anyone is interested, just hit me up here, or note me.

So, I'm totally jazzed up with some Halloween juices!


I CAN'T WAIT.


I was talkin' to Prisma, and I suddenly decided to paint up my face.



Here's that result.

http://www.axcessmypics.com/photos/.....593d0e8d94.jpg





I'm gonna go around town with this on today.


YESSSS!

I HAVE ONE HOUR BEFORE I GO TO WORK...






I HATE THE NIGHT SHIFT.



SON OF A bitch.




It's pretty late, and Rynn's sitting behind me watching every word I slowly type with my untrained hands.

Work's going okay now that I've found my rhythm(thanks babe).

We've got new hires and Rynn happens to be one of them! O:

Yuma's Old Navy is going to be completely revamped come July, and Rynn's one of the lucky seasonal workers hired on for the task of making my store look fantastic.

I'm not super excited about our hours.

I'll be mostly working during the day, and his hours are all overnight.
We'll be okay, like we always are.

I started a no soda diet, and I'm not too happy about it.
It's a no soda/not high in fatty foods diet.

I'm expecting good results, even with my horrible cravings.

Rynn told me that I say "I want" about seven times a day.

I know I want a lot of things. I want so much that it hurts, but it's not what I need, so nyeh. I can do without, you know?

My parents are moving out pretty soon.
We haven't really gotten anything sorted out when it comes to bills, or rent, or if we even WANT to stay in the city/house/state.

Everything is pretty up in the air, and one of the things I'm most worried about is when Rynn's gonna pop the question. Like, for reals.

I don't know if being maried would sole our problems. Chances are, they'll be even more problems with everything if we were to get married right now.

It's a really hard adjustment to go from sleeping without anything, to sleeping with a Rynn, a Kiko, and a Buddy.
It was easy with Rynn, but Kiko and Buddy? They're our two very stinky dogs.
(Especially Kiko)

The sound of typing is kind of comforting and sensory dulling. I feel like sleep isn't too far away, so I'm going to say good night.
<3

...

I'm starting work at Old Navy tomorrow, under the really bogus title of Customer Service Assosiate Assisstant.

Anyway, I'm scared shitless because I've never had a steady day-to-day, strict schedule type of work...

I've never had to work with clothes, or sell anything.

I've always had to deal with people, and my conversation skills are pretty high.

I'm outgoing and "pleasant", I think.

I JUST GET REALLY NERVOUS BEFORE I START THINGS...

It's like a defense thing I do...
Like, I go in there expecting EVERYTHING to go wrong, so I'm prepared for when they do...

And I'm doing that right now. Going over all the possible things that could go wrong...

Like I fuck up at the register or something...

Retail isn't rocket-science, but I ain't no rocket scientist or style specialist... OR A FUCKING MATH-UH-MATISHUN...

My math confidence is so low I think if math was the only language that existed in the world, I would have killed myself long, long ago...

ANYWAY...

Please wish me luck for tomorrow.

Love you all.

So much. <3

OKAY


I'm about 75% done with the commissions that I currently have, but I'm waiting on Pay Pal to finally get done doing the conformation crap that it has to do.

Just note me for concerns, questions, or comments.

<3

I'm 21 years old, and it's by far time that I move out of the house.

I need some help, especially with the time constraints that I have.

My parents are moving out of Yuma and I'm essentially gonna be homeless within the next few months.

The thing, though, is that I can handle not having a home and couch surfing until I can get on my feet.

But this isn't about that anymore, I've invited Rynn (Who currently lives in Minnesota) to come and live with me and my family so he can find work and we can get a place.

This isn't just about me anymore, I'm putting him, his life and stability at risk too.

That's some heavy responsibility and we're either gonna sink or swim, but we're gonna do it together.

That's why I need help. I've never opened myself up for commissions before, especially paying ones...

I know my work isn't all that fine and swell for some people, but I want to know how I can get started on that.


Like, what's the steps to making commissions?
What accounts do I need to set up, and how could really get a handle on all of it?

If anyone has answers, could you note me? Thanks, you'll be a life saver. <3

And I take a deep breath and I GET. REAL. HIGH.

I heard 4 Non Blondes today while stuck waiting for my sister outside of Starbucks, and IT WAS GLORIOUS. I was singng off key and very loud with the window rolled down. Jaxon, my nephew, was chilling in the back with his rattle things. So we were like this hippy duo of INDY ROCK. FUCK YES. The old guy walked by and gave me a look, but that didn't stop me. I turned that b up louder and sang louder.

Then this fat chick walked out with her super grande extra whipped cream heart attack enducing fat in a fat cup...
And I thought that looked hella tasty and I wanted one too...
Whatevs. I had a coke.

But I'm pretty portly in my fatty fat gut and need to watch what I'm drinking...and eating...and breathing...

SO IF I HAVEN'T BORED YOU YET...

A bunch of mexican ladies ket touching my nephew's feet as I was clothes shopping today. I was getting a little nervous when they started closing in on his face with their SPICE BONES...

Like..."It's fucking COLD AND FLU SEASON. STEP OFF, ABUELITA."

Then it wasn't just mexican ladies... There was this old couple that look like they were trying to suck out his youth to replenish their life stream.

They were buzzing around him like misquitos...

The poor bastard was just kicking his little 6 month old feet away and laughing like nobodie's business.

Jaxon's a hard little dude, man. He knows what he's doing.

After all... He's the effing DON.

http://www.axcessmypics.com/photos/.....efcb7296ad.jpg

RYNN'S GON' BE HURR SUNDAIS OMFG I JUST CAME IN MY PANTEES




LIFE IS GREAT NOW.


I'M REALLY AN EMO FAG SOMETIMES.


:D

(Yeah, you'll read my journal now that I've said something about cocks.)

So, like, I'm being an emotional bastard this week.

And I've been on a holy fuck-storm of ups and downs.

Rynn wanted to see me for his birthday, and I can't go because the money is tight and I'd loose and few jobs visiting him.

This caused some problems, and I've felt like a real dick for a few days.



-



I've had a few firsts this week, too.


Like, I went to a few bars and got "bar drunk" for the first time.

I played pool well for the first time- I became progressively better through the night and myriad shots that I slopped down my gullet.

I went to a gay bar.

I danced in a gay bar.

I danced on a stripper pole.

I danced on a stripper pole with two gay guys.

The owner wants a mural, and wants me to come up with concepts.

I got a bunch, and I can totally rock this shit.

It's like I'm a shitty artist, and there are amazing artists out there wanting to do what I do, and I get to it first, do the job, and come out rollin' in the bitches.

I feel like a bastard, and a worthless, no-good piece of shit that just happens to be extremely lucky and find someone with a scat fetish.

DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW REALLY LUCKY I AM?

I have like two polar extremes with luck.

It's either really good, or it's so bad I feel like slitting my wrists to let Lady Luck suck out the last bit of life I have.

That's another thing...
I'm feeling so down, but shit... I don't want to off myself.

Fuck killing myself, man. I'll just wait until someone does it for me.

Fuck everything with a giant horse cock.

I'm going to knuckle down, wait out this period storm, and wait til the crimson rain has cleared up.

Ugh, ehh, buh-jeezus.

Have you ever gotten into a slump so bad that nothing seems worth it?

Like putting on pants?

I HAVEN'T PUT ON PANTS FOR DAYS.

In fact, it's almost too much effort typi-...

TUESDAY, AUGUST 18th, I WILL STEP FOOT IN MINNESOTA AND NEVER WANT TO LEAVE RYNN'S SIDE AGAIN.

I'm so scared. I've never traveled alone, and I'm worried I'll make a mistake somewhere and end up not seeing him tomorrow.

I can get through anything knowing he's on the other end waiting for me...

Bye, guys! See you the 8th! Take it easy!

<3

TONIGHT IS A FUCKING SUPER AWESOME NIGHT AND TODAY WAS FREAKING GREAT


I JUST BOUGHT MY TICKETS TO SEE RYNN, AND I'M LEAVING THE 18th.

I've never flown by myself, so this will be a new experience for sure.

I gotta save up spending monies so I can rent a hotel room when I go. O:

HOLY SHIT

I'mma meet hi familia.
I'm so scared they won't like me. :x
Gotta be on my best behavior and still be myself.

I love them. <3

I love him. <3









WE'RE GONNA FUCK IN A CAVE.
(I'll take pictures.)

So my job is helping mentor some young adults on how to be a muralist. :D
It's fun because I get to be a muralist, too.

I get payed minimum wage, but I'm having so much fun drawing up concepts with these guys, and teaching them little drawing and painting tricks that it's hardly work anymore.
And my boss, Lia, is only a few years older than me and we get along so well. >.>
Like, omfg, status. Anyway, she wants to get together after this job and do one for just us. Split the mural earnings down the middle. Mmm, money.

I'm gonna upload the concepts I've made some time. They aren't too shabby.

I'mma put up pictures of us paintin' the mural, too.


The mural project that YPIC (The place I work for) has been running for about six years is a great way for kids to get job experience and art skills. :O
And to show them that there are different career options out there, if you know what you're doing.
This year the city commissioned the kids to do the mural at the new aquatic park. THIS REALLY KICK ASS POOL. LIKE THE SEA WORLD OF PUBLIC POOLS.

The wall's located in the life guard training room, and the theme is "Aquarium".

So this is gonna look really spiffy. We got really interesting kids this year, and I can't wait to see what this turns out to be. x3

After this, in August or September, I want to go visit Rynn and his family. I wanna meet his mom so bad. >.<
SO BAD.
I LOVE MOMMA CONSTANCE.

If Lia and I do the second mural, I'll save up to get a car.
Mmm, or a place.
Yeah...
Independence. ;D

I graduated.
I got a job.
Rynn FUCKING VISITED.
AND IT WAS AWESOME.
SO FUCKING AMAZING.
MY FUCKING GOD GOD GOD GOD.
I LOVE HIM.
RRRRRAAAAAUGH.
Anyway.
Other than that...
Stuff. :o
I'm alive.

Extraversion |||||||||||| 50%
Stability |||||||||||| 42%
Orderliness |||| 18%
Accommodation |||||||||||||||| 70%
Interdependence |||||||||||||||| 70%
Intellectual |||||||||||||| 58%
Mystical |||||||||||||||| 70%
Artistic |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Religious |||||| 30%
Hedonism |||||| 30%
Materialism |||||| 30%
Narcissism |||||| 30%
Adventurousness |||||||||||||||| 70%
Work ethic |||||||||||| 50%
Humanitarian |||||||||||||||| 70%
Conflict seeking |||||| 23%
Need to dominate |||||||||||||||| 70%

Romantic |||||||||||||||| 63%
Avoidant |||||||||||||||| 70%
Anti-authority |||| 16%
Wealth |||||| 23%
Dependency |||||||||||||| 56%
Change averse |||||| 23%
Cautiousness |||||||||||| 43%
Individuality |||||||||||||||| 63%
Sexuality |||||||||||||||||| 76%
Peter pan complex |||||||||||| 43%
Family drive |||||| 30%
Physical Activity |||||||||||||| 56%
Histrionic || 10%
Paranoia |||||||||||||||| 63%
Vanity |||||||||||||||| 63%
Honor |||||| 23%
Thriftiness |||||| 23%

Stability results were moderately low which suggests you are worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious.

Orderliness results were low which suggests you are overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense too often of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment.

Extraversion results were medium which suggests you are moderately talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting.

trait snapshot:
messy, disorganized, not rule conscious, rebellious, rash, weird, ambivalent about chaos, likes bizarre things, anti-authority, not good at saving money, not a perfectionist, leaves many things unfinished, low self control, strange, desires more attention, romantic daydreamer, abstract, impractical, unproductive, leisurely, likes the unknown

 applecore Did this personality test, but it's probably one of them tests you could probably take the next day and get different results.

Mood: Tired. Stressed. Impossibly in love.
Lots has happened since my last journal. I went to San Antonio, Texas March 12th. Stayed until Sunday.
Was awesome. Gave me drive to get the hell out of Yuma. Small towns drive me crazy it seems.
Well, I talked to my school's administration about Knutson. They've implemented this new system of allowable contact. Public displays of affection are extremely limited. And that's not just from my experience with awkward, and inappropriate situations.
A few kids got arrested for sexually harassing a freshman. It's not my business, so I didn't butt in at all...
Anyway. Back to San Antonio.
The hotel we stayed in was called The Crockett Hotel. We were literally right across the street from the Alamo. That was some mind-tripping stuff. I'm not a well-traveled girl, so that blew my mind.
It was a pleasant trip, but it didn't feel like a vacation.
I went with my bio-dad and his wife. We had fun, and I got to see his side of things for a change.
I went to Texas for my brother's basic training graduation. He's in the Air Force now. I'm so proud of him. I've never really considered myself a patriotic person, but seeing my baby brother in his blue made me very proud to be an American. I know, sappy, right? But really true.
He's doing great. He's in Mississippi for school. I don't talk to him much, but I know he's busy.
I miss him.
He makes me want to leave Yuma for other reasons.
I feel a little torn on the "moving away" stuff.
I'm fairly rooted in Yuma. This is my home, for more intensive purposes. It's forced on me, but it's still home.
My best friends are here. The ones that you only find once in your life.
We've all been together for years.
They keep me tethered here.
But my other loved ones are elsewhere, like Rynn.
I don't talk about him much.
I don't know whether it's right to talk about him-- No, he wants me to tell the world how awesome I think he is, even though he doesn't think it himself. His views of himself are really low, though I think they've approved since I met him... and started dating him. ;D (Love you.)
We've been dating a while now. Internet dating doesn't apply to us anymore... It's a long-distance relationship...
We've never met in-person before.
That scares the crap outta me, ya know?
How can someone possibly be so in love with anyone knowing so little of them?
Well, goddammit. No matter how much I don't know about him physically, I make up with stupid questions and scenarios that gauge his reactions. I analyze every answer he gives me.
And it's not always like that. Actually, most of the time we talk it's just a lot of fun.
I almost feel him there.
Like tonight, he wanted to snuggle with me in bed, and I was almost willing him there through my cell phone, I could imagine so clearly how it would be to curve my body into his and fall asleep!
I can't wait for this summer. I hope everything works out.
That's when he's supposed to be coming to visit.
We gotta earn up the cash. Sucks being unemployed and all.
That'll change this summer, too.

I had never intended falling so in love with him. Actually, after the break up (which is a muddy topic) with Kyle (my recent ex)..(And was partly caused by my deep feelings for Rynn)... (i'mma explain soon.)-- we had an internet thing, after knowing each other in the physical state, too.
I wasn't as willing to do things with Kyle as I am Rynn. I never intended to be in a long distance relationship past Kyle. In fact, I simply swore I would never go through the heartache again. But I fell too hard for Rynn. I seriously don't know anyone like him. I've never met anyone like him. He makes me so happy to be alive, just to hear his voice. He give me a drive, and a reason that I had never expected to have in life. I feel like... (I'mma say it.) I feel like a woman, and I feel right with him. No confusion with us.
I used to be... well... A little promiscuous while with Kyle.
That's how I met Rynn. We were both going through the "I'MMA BE A WHORE ON THE 'NET CUZ IT DON'T COUNT" phase.
In retrospect, not the smartest thing I ever did.
I never felt faithful to Kyle, because in the back of my head-- there was always Rynn. I was in love with Rynn, and wanted him.
He was always there, and always that thought of "what would it be like?".

So, Rynn and I had an on-off thing going for a while. Then nothing. Then another fling...
Then we were friends.
There was no pattern. I couldn't get to the computer when he was, and he was always... I dunno.. heh, he was very popular. Even when he was with his girlfriend Orika , I think I loved him. (That was a rough patch, for sure. ;O)
Finally, one day, I 'simply' told him I cared for him more than a platonic friend would.
Loved him, in fact.
And we ended up not being able to speak for a while, not that we didn't want to! He's said he missed me way too much than normal.
And once he said he loved me, too.

That was an awesome night. Set my perspective of love and relationships into throws of chaos.

I was with Kyle again, not too long after the 'confession' Rynn and I had.
I had loved Kyle deeply.
Loved him more than anyone before him.

I thought we were soul mates at a point...

But I was a little girl when I met him.

That little girl grew up, and out of love possibly... Realized that it wasn't my love for him keeping me with him. How could I be in love with two men at the same time? It happens, I'm sure.
But not to me. I wasn't going to be in love with two men at once. I was not going to be riped apart over something so impossibly complex. Emotion and the sway of a woman's heart is irratic, senseless and chaotic! I don't fall out of love like some fickle tart. I loved Rynn. I love Rynn. The day I met him, something changed in me. I wanted to change for him. I wanted to be good enough to be his friend. Not in the bad way. To see myself along side him, on the level he is.

I don't fall in love easily. Well... I'm not sure about that. What I should say is, "When I'm in love, I'm in love."
Rynn just came along and swept my vision of love away like dust. It wasn't his fault. He was the catalyst. My fire. Heh.

He makes me fiercely committed to us. I so jealously guard him, and I'm so possessive over him. I willed myself to him in the universe. We're an amazing match, I think.
So much has happened between us, that I think none of my other relationships match us in depth, or maturity.

A fraction of Kyle is still in there, strictly nostalgia, I believe, but I'm not in love with him anymore.



No... My heart goes to the kindest, most caring, impossibly wonderful man a thousand miles away from me.

I love you, Rynn. No matter the distance. You're always gonna be in my heart, my head, my thoughts.
Don't worry so much, 'kay? :3

MOOD: Alright, just a little tweaked.

Okay, so day before today was pretty bad. Everything I did seemed to go wrong. I actually failed a class, and the teacher has known me for years and she just passed me with a low D. I still feel horrible, like my morals are somewhat lowered because I need that grade and let the little "over-looking" go unacknowledged. Well, it wasn't exactly over-looked...
She flat out told me, "Becky, I can't let you fail. I can't fail you..."
She loves me that much, that she'd go against her teacher's word of honor, or oath, that she'd give me a grade when we both knew I had earned the F.

That's not even the worst part.

Now, my bewbs are pretty-I dunno- out there? Well, they're big. D:
And I guess people notice this.

Like... A teacher.
Knutson. Yep. K-nutsacklicker-son.

Anyway. I think he's one of them men who's moral standard is low, too. He's approached me and asked me personal questions, "out of friendly curiosity" he tells me. Questions like: "What do you plan on doing after school?" He's not my teacher. And I would over look him asking and just answer my usual, "Art school, probably." But I can't. He tags on things like, "If I was your age," or "You're so young"!
I might just be a little paranoid, but  applecore assures me that when I'm pretending to not look at him, he stares at my chest.
That's disgusting. He knows my age. I'm sure every teacher is aware of it, because I am not too embarrassed to remind them.
Why should I be? (Another time...)
Anyway, the worst part, and don't believe me if you want, but it seriously got weird that same day when my other teacher passed me.

I was walking out of our lunch room. It's where the seniors and myself eat. I wast sent on a trip to get some snackies for someone, I can't remember whom, but I was walking down the aisle to the cafe. The teachers are assigned lunch posts to keep the students in line.
Knutson just happened to be guarding the rooms that the upperclassmen were in.

The learning center gets pretty busy, what with students from all grades slipping in and out of rooms, and you can bump into anyone at any time.

I try to avoid as many people as possible. I don't like being touched. So I weaved my way almost halfway down the aisles when I was passing Knutson. His back was turned to me, and another student came rushing on my other side. So it was Knutson, me, the kid. I would have gotten by by slipping in between the two of them easily...
But Knutson turned...
He turned...
He's a big, big, big man...
Standing some where around 6'6".
His elbow hit my chest, pulled up quickly, his hand was open and his fingers slipped over my breasts...
That's not the worst part.
I laughed it off, apologizing quickly and turned for the cafe again, a blush burning my face. I really hate being touched!

He grabbed my arm with both hands quickly, he giggled nervously... My stomach dropped and he pulled on my arm, moving his hands down from the crook of my elbow to my wrists. I again, very quickly, said it was alright, and no harm done. He let me go. And I felt very dirty. I smiled awkwardly and turned and my escape to the cafe.
Happy to be free of that icky, icky, man.

I ran in with a sickened look and over to my friend Andrew.
Andrew's an alright guy, and I told him everything that I'm typing now.
He was a little disgusted, and said he was sorry for me and that Knutson should be put away...
I could be imagining that his apology and this little incident was all malicious, and he's really a pervert.

But feelings and instinct tells me differently...

Gross, huh? X[

CAUTION: I AM REALLY TIRED. STRESSED. AND HUNGRY.
(I started a diet.)

I never really have anything to write about...
Like... I never keep up with journals or anything like that. O3O


So...
Okay. Today was REALLY awesomely-super-fantastically-terrifically PRODUCTIVE!

Like I said in my little "Me in a Nutshell" thing on my profile: I'm still in high school.
And I have priorities. An education is definitely the tip-toppiest one.
But my boy-toy Rynn is pretty up thar too~! <3333

Meaning...I would rather talk to him than get sleep. I'm very sleep deprived, people...
Like...
I wake up at 5:00am and usually go to sleep when we're off the phone at 1:30am... or around there.
I SUCK SUCK SUCK SUUUUUUCK when I don't get enough sleep. At least that's what the irl friends tell me. (I sound like an airhead. YES.)

I'm usually really good at getting work done ahead of time. I'm not too dumb. Even when I act it. DO WORK. I don't like procrastinating when I can just shrug and say "I'm done" and leave it at that.
But...
I haven't done work... Meaning our really crappy A+ assignments...
In like...
6 or 7 weeks...
SHHH. Don't tell anyone.

With one or two assignments a day... that's like... 30 or 40 assignments for the three classes I have to make up! D:
That's BALLS crazy!
But, you know what Becca did the past two days? SHE DID WORK.
She typed her poor little fingers off.
*bloodykeystrokes*
I'm tired...
I want to hold Rynn...
Then choke him with a pillow~

OH, pretties, there's a whole world of wonders I'm too lazy to post.