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Abyss-Sama writes:
Well guys, we're still here; we just have many things going on in our lives nowadays, especially I. Heading off to college and boy what a fun ride that will be.
For now, I am sketching and whatnot. My sleep is being disturbed because of my anxiety. Oh well. Here's a recent drawing for any followers we have.
Assassin's Creed (c) Ubisoft
Resident Evil 4 (c) CAPCOM
Abyss-san:
Just felt like posting some recent artwork up. Enjoy, if you can. I've been getting used to my tablet again after a LONG time not using it.
1. The Abandoned
Description: A picture of baby Nero from Devil May Cry 4 when he was found.
Autumn floated crisply in the chilly air in the predawn. Leaves skittered and hissed in the street as they were blown along by the wind. An occasional car passed by, the whipporwill sang his mournful song.
Such was the strange new world that roused a newborn from his sleep; he whimpered and clenched his fists--his infant mind was developed enough to tell him something was not right. Pale, icy blue eyes skimmed blearily at their surroundings, though, their sight was limited to only inches in front of the baby's face before things got blurry. The baby knew darkness, but this darkness was different. Only a few hours earlier he had been curled up blissfully in the obscurity of the womb: warm, dark, and wet, the softness of the uterine flesh cradling him and nourishing him.
But that was gone now. The newborn was cold and dry, wrapped in a black blanket and abandoned in a box full of newspapers. Hunger pangs started to stimulate him; he wasn't even given the opportunity to suckle his mother and feed on her milk. His mother was nowhere to be seen, and the infant was famished. So, he did the only thing he knew to do.
"NWAH! WAAAAAH! NNWAAAAH!!!"
His mewling filled the atmosphere; he wriggled fiercely in his haphazard crib, crying for attention.
A sudden creaking sound and bright light answered his calls as the door to the orphanage opened up.
2. Abyss-san's Avatar
Description: I Na'vi-ed myself, basically.
3. Dante and Nero Facial Sketches
Description: Me getting used to my tablet, again, as well as trying out my new watermark.
Abyss-san writes:
Dragons.
It was the first word which attracted me to this particular movie; it is a take on a series of children's books by British author Cressida Crowell, done by Dreamworks under directors Chris Sanders and Dean DeBlois (who also directed Disney's Lilo and Stitch). The film stars the voice talents of Jay Baruchel as Hiccup, Gerard Butler as Stoik, and America Ferrera as Astrid.
As a lover of dragons, I could not help but to be attracted by the title, and the glimpses of the panther-like Toothless soaring through the skies on the movie trailers. I got my stuff together and enjoyed an evening at the theatre; How To Train Your Dragon proved itself to be a sturdy, loveable movie which deserves to at least be watched once.
The movie opens up with an overview of a fictional Viking village, with Hiccup providing a bit of info. What first caught me was his subtle, sarcastic tone--being rather sardonic myself, I instantly felt a connection to this character--and thus, I was drawn in instantly. The plot itself is timeless, weaving a story of forbidden friendship, the danger of stereotypes, and how love can close even the deepest of rifts.
Hiccup is a character which many can relate to: he is the "black sheep" of his village, so to speak, inept at fighting and slaying dragons and always seeming to be in everyone's way. However, what he lacks in brawn, he makes up for in ingenuity and keen observation. I will not harp on the technology discrepancies in the film--it's purely for enjoyment, not historical accuracy. Anyways, Hiccup's knack for invention and determination to prove himself leads him to downing a dragon with his Bola-Ballista, a Night Fury (in the film adaptation, a Night Fury is the rarest and most intelligent breed of dragon) no less. He tracks it down the next day, finding where the avian reptile landed with an intent to cut its heart out; but, as he is trying to gather the courage to perform the act, Hiccup sees the fear in the dragon's eyes and releases the captive.
As the film goes on, it is later revealed that Hiccup injured the Night Fury, later christened Toothless because of his retractable teeth. A flap on the dragon's tail was torn completely off, leaving the creature stranded in a hollow and unable to fly correctly. Hiccup manages to bond with Toothless and earn his trust, learning amazing and previously unknown things about dragons--which helps him as he undergoes Dragon Training. The Viking boy fashions him a prosthetic tail flap, and eventually an entire saddle rig for controlling it so that Toothless can fly with his help. However, the joy Hiccup finds in this remarkable friendship is soon turn to distraught as it becomes difficult to hide Toothless from his dragon-slaying father, Stoik, as well as many other troubles brought along the way.
Some could say the plot was predictable because of the ageless themes prevalent in its story, but I found myself too into the interactions between characters and the relationships developed between them to sit there and go, "Oh, so-and-so is gonna do this, and that is going to happen." Part of DreamWorks' magic is that their movies possess humor that appeals to even an older crowd. The Vikings and their dragons are no different.
Which leads me to the next point. DreamWorks is well-known for its animations, and with How To Train Your Dragon, they lived up to their reputation. The 3D animation was flawless and breath-taking, down to the last miniscule movement of eyebrows and facial muscles, and every last scale on the dragons. Understandably, the movie was limited in how many species of dragons it could entail, but the several species they did include were each distinct and each had their own personality and attributes.
The only real issue I had was the technology in the movie, though, as I said before, I am not going to harp on historical accuracy when the real value of the film is in its entertainment.
I rate this film a 9/10, and suggest that moviegoers give it a try; however, if you are one of those people who are SO down-to-earth and judge a movie on how "realistic" it is, don't go see it. I recommend How To Train Your Dragon to the people like me who still have their childlike sense of wonder and are not afraid to admit it, for this wonderful film will sweep your imagination off on the wings of what every fantasy dreams of: Dragons.
Abyss-sama:
Wow, it's been a while since we've posted. Well, I've been busy preparing for the end of my senior year (Whoot!). My graduation is in about three weeks and my English teacher is covering three time periods in British literature in those three weeks. Yeah, exciting. I've been a bit stressed, but once school is over, I'll be able to focus on my drawings more.
Later, gators!
Abyss-sama:
Okay, peeps! Just so you know, we're not dead.... I apologize for the blog inactivity and I will be posting up a few more pictures this weekend. For me, it's been school-work, but I have a three-day weekend and I'll be doodling my heart out when I want to. For now, I'm just letting any followers we have that we are still alive, if preoccupied with schoolwork.
Love ya'll!!
Okay. This bugs the crap out of me. A country radio station I listen to offered the chance to win front row tickets to a Brad Paisley concert this Saturday in the Colosseum. Not only good seats, but also a chance to MEET HIM LIVE AND IN PERSON backstage before the show. I entered, but did not win. THAT'S not what hacked me off. So, I listen to the radio when I drive to and from school. Well, this morning they announced the winner. Big D and Bubba called this woman to tell her she'd one. Her name escapes me right now. But anyway, the phone rang and rang, then she finally picked up. They asked her if this was so-and-so, and she said yes. They started playing Brad Paisley songs in the background, and excitedly asked her, "Who's that playing?" The woman replies with, ".... I don't know." Big D and Bubba laugh slightly in disbelief, but tell her that she's won the tickets. This woman did not sound the least bit enthusiastic. Folks, if you're going to enter a drawing like that, AT LEAST be able to recognize the voice and/or songs of the artist! Secondly, if you win front row tickets to a popular artist, with a chance to meet them live and in person before the show, SHOW SOME ****ING ENTHUSIASM! I DON'T CARE IF IT'S 7:00 IN THE MORNING AND YOU JUST GOT UP! I would have been squealing if I had won those things! At least let a real fan win the damn tickets! Geez!
Abyss-Sama
2. Abyss-san's Avatar
3. Dante and Nero Facial Sketches
Dragons.
As a lover of dragons, I could not help but to be attracted by the title, and the glimpses of the panther-like Toothless soaring through the skies on the movie trailers. I got my stuff together and enjoyed an evening at the theatre; How To Train Your Dragon proved itself to be a sturdy, loveable movie which deserves to at least be watched once.
The movie opens up with an overview of a fictional Viking village, with Hiccup providing a bit of info. What first caught me was his subtle, sarcastic tone--being rather sardonic myself, I instantly felt a connection to this character--and thus, I was drawn in instantly. The plot itself is timeless, weaving a story of forbidden friendship, the danger of stereotypes, and how love can close even the deepest of rifts.
Some could say the plot was predictable because of the ageless themes prevalent in its story, but I found myself too into the interactions between characters and the relationships developed between them to sit there and go, "Oh, so-and-so is gonna do this, and that is going to happen." Part of DreamWorks' magic is that their movies possess humor that appeals to even an older crowd. The Vikings and their dragons are no different.
The only real issue I had was the technology in the movie, though, as I said before, I am not going to harp on historical accuracy when the real value of the film is in its entertainment.
