AJ loves his Uncle Alvin to bits. He adores his stories, admires his courage and never takes a single word he says for granted.
... Which sometimes aggravates Simon, especially when AJ constantly says "Uncle Alvin said this, Uncle Alvin said that..." Sometimes it's a good thing, especially when Simon goes through a really hard time in life. Alvin tells AJ that he needs to be strong for his Papa, that he should always be a good little boy for him.
Alvin also speaks to AJ as though he was an equal. He never talks down to him, which makes AJ feel three feet taller than the rather small size he is for an eight-year-old chipmunk.
Okay, time for work. May post a Simon and AJ father-son story afterwards. Along with a picture.
Alvin (c) Bagdasarian Sr AJ, art (c) KicsterAsh do not copy or use
Sonic's pretty clueless on the end huh ? This is based on shadow the hedgehog game, the part where Shadow works on the "hero mission", and of course it has to be that blue fag. ( note that I don't hate Sonic in any way, I love that blue litle bastard so much) Anyway I made this quick and not so full of colours cause I don't have the time to color the whole thing. Anyways read and give me comment ^^
I know a lot of people are quick to hate on these guys as a couple for one main reason... they fall in love in, like... a DAY; that whole love-at-first-sight thing doesn't happen much any more, and when it does it rarely works out. btw in the BOOK, Marius saw her, stalked followed her, and they met in the course of THREE days, and THEN decided they loved each other
I mean, you JUST MET THE PERSON! It's stupid! What if later on you find something out about the person that makes you not love them? So much can go wrong!
And while I do understand that reasoning, I also believe it would totally work. Why?
Because we, the audience/reader/viewer KNOW Cosette and Marius' past... We know their likes and dislikes, we know their personalities, we know EVERY TRAIT about these characters... even if they don't know those traits right away, they WILL find those traits about each other... given that fact... what is it about these two that wouldn't work?
I gotta tell ya, I can't find anything about the other that would drive them apart and have that whole love at first sight idea crumble; they have nothing to hide or anything like that.
Also, some people say Cosette is bland and/or too perfect... I see nothing wrong with believing in the best of humanity; she's had troubled past, but doesn't live on that. She lives in the present and she offers forgiveness, kindness, and a sense of joy to all she meets... in my mind, a character doesn't have to be brooding to be interesting.
Marius can be a bit over-emotional, but Cosette is a great reciprocate of practically anything! Is it unrealistic? Well, no, because goodness can exist; just because we don't see it often doesn't mean it isn't there, nor does it make her unrelatable or uninteresting.
HEEEY! REMEMBER HOW I SAID I READ SOME OF LOGAN'S/WOLVERINE'S HISTORY JUST FOR FUN?? WELL I FOUND OUT, AT ONE POINT, HE WAS WITH A PACK OF WOLVES FOR A WHILE! SO! I MIGHT AS WELL MILK THAT FOR ALL IT'S WORTH!! Ohh... this was SO fun to make, like you have NO idea!! I don't make "collages" very often, but this was easier; instead of wrestling with three or four drawings at a time, I decided to draw it all out at once... perfect for someone who gets art over-load like I do
I decided to draw all the elements of life with wolves... or at least, as much as I could think of... the important stuff, you know? The travelling, the hunting, the eating, the resting, the teaching, the position-keeping, and OF COURSE! The howling!!
Oh, and uh, he went through multiple hair styles 'cause he was there for a while And YES! This takes place BEFORE he gets his adamantium skeleton... sooo don't say, "What's up with his claws?" 'cause they are adamantium-less... this is how it looks without them lol
Soo yeah... I always imagined he would have eventually gotten to an "alpha" position; and, like it or not, they fight to keep that position. But he fully respects the animals and, to some measure, understands them. I love wolves, alright? Don't hate on me 'cause I drew him fighting a wolf. Just like in real packs, they fight, they claw, they bite, and they snarl, until one is pinned down and held there until it surrenders. So the blood on him IS in fact his own, it's just that he heals fast, remember? But... healing doesn't clean blood off
Anywho, please comment and enjoy Note: the one where he's with the pups... it didn't turn out at all like I'd hoped... Also, the one on the bottom right... arrrgh his leeeegs
I'm also gonna leave you guys with a few snippets from the chapter in the book that this scene revolves around... the chapter itself is a VERY long chapter, so... I will NOT be posting the whole thing, but rather bits that really compliments this scene to me
"Where do I stand? Am not I dreaming? What have I heard? Is it really true that I have seen that Javert, and that he spoke to me in that manner? Who can that Champmathieu be? So he resembles me! Is it possible? When I reflect that yesterday I was so tranquil, and so far from suspecting anything! What was I doing yesterday at this hour? What is there in this incident? What will the end be? What is to be done?"
This was the torment in which he found himself. His brain had lost its power of retaining ideas; they passed like waves, and he clutched his brow in both hands to arrest them. Nothing but anguish extricated itself from this tumult which overwhelmed his will and his reason, and from which he sought to draw proof and resolution. His head was burning. He went to the window and threw it wide open. There were no stars in the sky. He returned and seated himself at the table.
The first hour passed in this manner.
Gradually, however, vague outlines began to take form and to fix themselves in his meditation, and he was able to catch a glimpse with precision of the reality,--not the whole situation, but some of the details. He began by recognizing the fact that, critical and extraordinary as was this situation, he was completely master of it.
This only caused an increase of his stupor.
And do what he would, he always fell back upon the heartrending dilemma which lay at the foundation of his revery: "Should he remain in paradise and become a demon? Should he return to hell and become an angel?"
What was to be done? Great God! what was to be done?
He wavered outwardly as well as inwardly. He walked like a little child who is permitted to toddle alone.
At intervals, as he combated his lassitude, he made an effort to recover the mastery of his mind. He tried to put to himself, for the last time, and definitely, the problem over which he had, in a manner, fallen prostrate with fatigue: Ought he to denounce himself? Ought he to hold his peace? He could not manage to see anything distinctly. The vague aspects of all the courses of reasoning which had been sketched out by his meditations quivered and vanished, one after the other, into smoke. He only felt that, to whatever course of action he made up his mind, something in him must die, and that of necessity, and without his being able to escape the fact; that he was entering a sepulchre on the right hand as much as on the left; that he was passing through a death agony,-- the agony of his happiness, or the agony of his virtue.
Alas! all his resolution had again taken possession of him. He was no further advanced than at the beginning.
Diamonds are found only in the dark places of the earth; truths are found only in the depths of thought. It seemed to him, that, after having descended into these depths, after having long groped among the darkest of these shadows, he had at last found one of these diamonds, one of these truths, and that he now held it in his hand, and he was dazzled as he gazed upon it.
*now I'm gonna jump to the chapter when he reveals himself 'cause this moment is frigging awesome*
"Do you not recognize me?" said he.
All three remained speechless, and indicated by a sign of the head that they did not know him. Cochepaille, who was intimidated, made a military salute. M. Madeleine turned towards the jury and the court, and said in a gentle voice:--
"Gentlemen of the jury, order the prisoner to be released! Mr. President, have me arrested. He is not the man whom you are in search of; it is I: I am Jean Valjean."
Not a mouth breathed; the first commotion of astonishment had been followed by a silence like that of the grave; those within the hall experienced that sort of religious terror which seizes the masses when something grand has been done.
In the meantime, the face of the President was stamped with sympathy and sadness; he had exchanged a rapid sign with the district-attorney and a few low-toned words with the assistant judges; he addressed the public, and asked in accents which all understood:--
"Is there a physician present?"
The district-attorney took the word:--
"Gentlemen of the jury, the very strange and unexpected incident which disturbs the audience inspires us, like yourselves, only with a sentiment which it is unnecessary for us to express. You all know, by reputation at least, the honorable M. Madeleine, mayor of M. sur M.; if there is a physician in the audience, we join the President in requesting him to attend to M. Madeleine, and to conduct him to his home."
M.Madeleine did not allow the district-attorney to finish; he interrupted him in accents full of suavity and authority. These are the words which he uttered; here they are literally, as they were written down, immediately after the trial by one of the witnesses to this scene, and as they now ring in the ears of those who heard them nearly forty years ago:--
"I thank you, Mr. District-Attorney, but I am not mad; you shall see; you were on the point of committing a great error; release this man! I am fulfilling a duty; I am that miserable criminal. I am the only one here who sees the matter clearly, and I am telling you the truth. God, who is on high, looks down on what I am doing at this moment, and that suffices. You can take me, for here I am: but I have done my best; I concealed myself under another name; I have become rich; I have become a mayor; I have tried to re-enter the ranks of the honest. It seems that that is not to be done. In short, there are many things which I cannot tell. I will not narrate the story of my life to you; you will hear it one of these days. I robbed Monseigneur the Bishop, it is true; it is true that I robbed Little Gervais; they were right in telling you that Jean Valjean was a very vicious wretch. Perhaps it was not altogether his fault. Listen, honourable judges! a man who has been so greatly humbled as I have has neither any remonstrances to make to Providence, nor any advice to give to society; but, you see, the infamy from which I have tried to escape is an injurious thing; the galleys make the convict what he is; reflect upon that, if you please. Before going to the galleys, I was a poor peasant, with very little intelligence, a sort of idiot; the galleys wrought a change in me. I was stupid; I became vicious: I was a block of wood; I became a firebrand. Later on, indulgence and kindness saved me, as severity had ruined me. But, pardon me, you cannot understand what I am saying. You will find at my house, among the ashes in the fireplace, the forty-sou piece which I stole, seven years ago, from little Gervais. I have nothing farther to add; take me. Good God! the district-attorney shakes his head; you say, 'M. Madeleine has gone mad!' you do not believe me! that is distressing. Do not, at least, condemn this man! What! these men do not recognize me! I wish Javert were here; he would recognize me."
Me: Really? You wish Javert was there?! Y'know... If I didn't know you were doing the right thing here, I really would have thought you've gone mad!
Continuation of the styled Sonic redesigns, y'know, since you guys loved it so much. Here's Cream.
Still polite as can be, she had a slight growth spurt. I don't think there's much to change on Cream (since she's much more of a recent character), other than I think she also has a high IQ and serves as Amy's brains when they're not operating correctly due to being in dreamy states with Sonic. I see Cheese being mischievous.
TOOLS: SketchbookPro2011/PhotoshopCS5/Cintiq21UX MUSIC: Sonic the Hedgehog 2006 OST TIME: 50 Mins.
So I've gotten a lot requests over the years for this guy, so I figured it was about time I made him into an art card. Whether or not he'll sell, who knows? But I always enjoy practicing my likenesses.
Maybe I should so "Scrubs" next?
::Edit::-Fixed his head and darkened his stubble a little bit.