Red-9 is now open for watches. It's still in incubation but I plan on slamming it full of art as opposed to this stagnant mofo of a profile. Hop on over and watch me if you're interested.

I love all of the people who have followed me. I appreciate their support and you guys make me feel loved as fuck. I've done pronz and clean art, but ultimately... there isn't enough... momentum in this account. I never post enough to justify the art in the gallery. It's fantastic in a few places and retarded and has a lot of art that jumps styles etc back and forth yadda ya! The point I'm trying to make is: I'll be making a new account soon. I want to strike a proper name for myself. It may be a different name than Res The Rabbit, but I'll always be Res. Maybe a psuedoname will be made.

Other artists and friends have inspired me to attempt to strike a well of posts and art shit. I'll be starting a comic soon also. There may be a separate account for that but... perhaps not. Not sure yet.

Anyway! Please follow the new account and keep close to the journal updates to get a link to it soon.

See you guys soon and I'll be bringing a giant bag of goodies, full of butts and stuff. And some... rabbits I guess. *salutes*

Let the onslaught begin!

Truthful single or not questionnaire

You may inbox me the answer if you wish

♥ = I want a relationship with you
C: = I'm falling for you
:3 = I miss you
;] = i really like you
:* = I want to kiss you
:< = I hate you
: X = I like you
O: = I like you but im in a relationship
:/ = I like you but your in a relationship
:] = You're cute
</3 = I regret leaving you
:b = We should get to know each other
;^) = We should hang out
<3 = I love you.. \o/
<:^ = i want to know you
@FT@=*stalk*
eue= You're hot
<:3 = You're a great friend
^_^ = We're friends
^.^ = We're best friends
>;3 = I want you on top
>:3 = I want on top

So I realize that I leave for like... a month at a time sometimes. I'm a derp. Derp derp derp. That's all I ever do.

My ability to vanish from FA is astounding. I'll stick around more and post more stuff sooner than a month in between.

I'm on a three week christmas break from school and am looking to unleash my artist fury. In other words, I'm going to lower the rates of my commissions for the season to encourage those christmas pics and other general art.

5$ sketches
10$ Inks
25$ Cel Shaded Colors

7$ For a full page of sketches of your character in multiple poses. (12$ for inks of those poses)
10$ for 6 sketches of facial expressions on one page (highly useful for character refs. 13$ for inks of those expressions)

An art raffle is to be included for those who spread the word of this journal. :3 Leave a comment that you've spread this journal for your ticket to be entered into the raffle. THe prize of the raffle is a FREE cel shaded color piece, inked with a basic background of a character of your choice.

Happy holidays!

-sincerely Res The Rabbit

I figured it'd be easier to do this this way.

Right now, I have a few commissions running and a personal project. A couple of people were asking regarding commissions, so I'll post it like I've seen it on other's pages.

[ ] Deacon Chaos' 2 character pic.

[ ] Jester Fox's character Ref.

[ ] Wildpup11's gift art

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As is visible, there are two spots open for commissions. I had been bogged down with school and walmart and had no time to begin on these pieces yet, but I have arranged my schedule to begin these. If you wish to commission me, send me a PM with a description of what you would like made. Pay attention, I will respond with a message asking additional questions and approving the spot being taken in my commission list.

:3

Although political things keep coming up... you know... a lot of other things are probably more immediately important than complaining about what you can't change. ^^; It's been a couple of days and the rage is still going on. No matter who's running the country, we should try to enjoy our lives and accept that what will come will come regardless.

And just as a reminder, no one trusts politicians in the first place. Politicians aren't exactly going to tell you the truth no matter who's in the office and what they promise is never how things turn out because no president can foresee anything to unexpectedly happen, such as hurricanes, acts of terrorism, or that things they plan to pass can't get through congress.

I've always been on the sidelines of politics and prefer artistic endeavors. Despite whatever troubling times there may be art and entertainment is what keeps a country afloat. It's why other countries have such great entertainment in simple things with what little they have. It lifts their spirits. All this political feuding and hate mongering is just hurting us all. So let's just return to our lives and focus on more important things than being upset at who won the election. :3

~sincerely Res.

On top of attending school full time where average A work is considered a C and A work is for your portfolio... I got a job pushing carts at walmart on weekends. No sleep, no time to do much else but work on school or at wal-mart, but hopefully I'll find time to post furry goodness. :3 I'll make time.

Also, discussing movin in with my dog. He'll keep me on my toes and arting. >:3

Also, despite having been lime green for nearly two years, I'll be experimenting with color changes. Probably orange with white belly and purple thigh and arm bands with diamonds in them. still working it out, but green has gotten old to me. I like lime though, so I may stripe it along the orange and purple for split complementary scheme purposes.

It's been a rousing few days. Jumping from the fantastic Fangcon 2012, which did extremely well for its first year, and going onto school and then HALLOWEEN! ^w^ I'm tired tired tired, but work is to be done. >:3 Art to be drawn, pixels to be painted, and holes to be filled. (#war cry MURR X3) I'm also thinking of opening up for the iron artist challenge to get some bitchin art on my gallery since it's so dry.

 Shakuhachi was put to the proposition that I'd draw him a picture if he'd connect his computer (since he had been wanting to anyway) and I turned up a couple of semi-decent sketches. Given that my skill from attending school has improved drastically, I've decided to finish up some commissions I'm currently working on and start producing art since it seems to make people popular kinda.

*salutes* see you guys in the future.

I'm sorry if I offended you with my dirty pics. I'm sorry you feel like you have to advise against it but I am not you. I'm me. I make my decisions and I'm sick of the squabbles. If you don't like it, then don't look at it. Don't advise my friends to tell me that it's wrong. Don't patronize me or lecture me. I'm done proving myself to you and I'm just gonna be me. *stamps foot* If I wanna draw this, then I'm gonna draw it. I draw clean stuff too. So take my cock and stuff your muzzle full of my easter egg cream cause I'm done with you telling me how and what to do. GOT IT?

3/27/12
Had an interesting and yet... numbing day. It started out fairly slow and felt a little hazy. Dare and Kasel were playing games. I, lacking a better thought as to what to do to make better use of my time scanned Raulin's bookshelf. Upon finding a copy of Dog Days of Summer by the furry artist Blotch, I hopped on top of the bunk bed and started reading it.
At first I lapped up the art and was really enjoying the story. I had read the prequel and was interested in the characters. The more I read, however, the more I discovered that I really identified with my... first relationship. The issue I had most with reading the comic was that the main character was very very similar to my ex. He had seemingly lost all love for me abruptly and left me to yiff promiscuously with strangers who could offer him a sense of... "happiness".
Reading each page was like going further and further underwater. I felt the pressure building in my head and my ears began to want to pop. My heart was sinking and beating harder in my chest. I didn't like the feeling but I kept reading, nearly on the verge of tears. The secondary character, Bayshore, was like my mirror image, though I wish I could be as strong as him emotionally over the same issue.
I finished up the comic, having to skim through a few pages to avoid breaking down emotionally. I began to question why I had kept reading. The story reflected the happy ending to the recovery I now seek. It made me question the integrity of whether people can change. I had heard from different people of whether anyone could "truly" ever change from who they are. I began to wonder if I ever crossed his mind. I needed a break or some form of escape.
Hopping down from the bed I told everyone present that I was going for a walk and prayed no one would follow me. I could feel each step in my head as I walked, as if my ears had been stoppered up. I walked to the elevator and felt a dread seeping deep into my stomach. My eyes, which normally see vivid colors because of my synathesia greyed everything out. I wanted to just cry in the elevator but I couldn't let myself.
I walked out to Dragon Park. It was a good mile or so maybe depending on how far I'd imagine a mile to be. I walked past the students of Vanderbilt, the smokestack(s) of the big generator on campus, the parking garages, the stadium, and finally arrived at the park in no better a mood than before.
I looked at the wonderful sunshine around me landing on the grass. Everything was perfect. The wind, the sun, the clouds, all enforced an atmosphere that mocked my growing depression. I couldn't decide what to do at the park so I sat at a bench and mulled over quite a few of the thoughts cramped inside my head.
I couldn't understand why I'm given so many compliments. I've been told I look like Adonis, exclaimed to be heavenly, and caring, and amazing, and irresistible by nearly everyone I've shown affection to or get close to. Those are wonderful things. But how is it that the one person I want to understand, forgive, accept, and love me is the one person in this whole world I can't even approach? It is... utterly devestating to say the least. To know that no matter how much money you can spend or how many hours you devote to this one objective... nothing will ever result from it.
I climbed all of the equipment at the park to exercise my muscles and relax. I wanted to suppress the horrid thoughts of my ex. I hated this. It'd kept happening for the past months since before christmas, and every time I had thought I had pulled him out of my mind and away from my heart, something reminds me of him and makes me realize just how much I had and how hard it is to find someone of the same caliber. I've been told that he wasn't worth it and that I deserve better, but those words only prop me up as being someone higher than him. I hated feeling that way.
I had wanted to write apologies to him for weeks. People told me he said "I will never forgive him. I'll move past it but I'd never forgive him." And so, I didn't send them. I didn't want to make him angry. I hadn't done what I did in anger or in spite. I can't say I did it with a clear head but what drove us impossibly apart was something that I had done because I truly cared and was scared for him. I pray every night that maybe one day he'll see that I just wanted to help. As misguided as an attempt as it was, I feel my heart was in the right place.
I saw many people. I saw daughters and husbands and wives and brother and sisters and aunts and uncles. I saw kids playing soccer, climbing ladders, swinging on swings, and laughing. I saw happiness. It was a very care free commoditee. The pain began to subside and I tried to enjoy the sun. I tried to relish in the fact that I was on my Spring break, but still it persisted.
I had had dates beforehand. During our first skirmish, I refused to go back to him, but I dated others. Every one of them enjoyed my time with them. Each of them had no problem with me as a person or as a mate. I, however, could never find the same connectivity with them. Each relationship lasting mere weeks to determine that I was in a still born affection.
I cursed what my first love had done to me. He had coiled his way around my heart and with the fight we had undertaken, it had been ripped out. I was hazy on what I was comfortable with or what I wanted. Aesthetic, personal values, morals, background, and future plans all became a check list for each potential mate. Failing any of the criteria, I searched for the next possbile true love, knowing I had been face-to-face with mine and killed every chance of having him.
My friends arrived as I hit the anger phase of my memories. I could think of how many meaningless, loveless encounters he had most likely encountered. How much better he must of though of them than me. It made me sick and at the same time, heart broken. I began to remember how the main character of the comic had changed. How he had realized that someone had actually really loved him. I wished so badly in my heart that Aaron could do that.
I knew in my heart and in my logic that it would not happen. I couldn't say for sure, but the logic was impossibly downing. Aaron didn't think I loved him. He thought I wanted to break into his house and kill him. He thought I was insane or deeply lost... or gone. He probably thought I was a freak, an emotional heartbreak, and worthless. He had said he never really liked people unless they could do something for him... I suppose I can't do anything for him and I couldn't do anything for him then either so there is no real hope of him ever thinking of me.
I moved on in my day. I had to. My friend arrived at the park and I hadn't wanted to come across as emotional. I wanted to cry. I wanted to go home. I wanted everything to just be better but I couldn't fix this problem. I haven't been able to fix this problem for months and I somehow fear it will be a very long time before it is exorcised from me.
It had taken an entire year for the Dingo main character in the comic to come to his realization... I sometimes think it may surprise me to find a note from him on FA or even a text in the long future but I've actually abandoned hope of any and all communication. I suppose I picked a rabbit for my fursona for another reason. Rabbits never seem to be able to dictate much. We just get by on luck. Well... after writing and reading this over... I find that today has been a very depressing day it would seem. :/

So... I slept 28 hours and I'm doing okay. There's so much to explain that I honestly don't want to explain a damn thing. So instead I'll pose a query.

"If a kitten eats a cupcake and throws up a rainbow, does the rainbow taste like skittles?"