
...so I decided to do a video tag I recieved from Nate while I was gone. I won't be tagging anyone, if they want to do the tag, they can! just let me know you're doing it, I'd love to see what you post! ;)
"...But to me the darkness was red-gold and crocus-coloured, With your brightness, And the words you whispered to me, Sprang up and flamed—orange torches against the rain. Torches against the wall of cool, silver rain!" ---Summer Rain, Amy Lowell


I'm getting so good with his eyes!!! *happydance*
And the mouth looks good. It all looks good, for chalk.



Envy, copied from the front of my FMA novel. He looks too happy. He's supposed to look more cruel and prideful. Maybe he's happy cause he's the only bad guy I drew. Or maybe because I did well on him, first try. :) Smiles all around!!! :) :) :) :) :D 8D
Roy Mustang, also copied. I seriously cannot get him right. Now I bet you've guessed who's the hardest. T.T Must keep practicing!!! *Puts on Tohru Honda's determined look*>:|
And this is a picture of two children. Guess who? Remember my post back on December 8th when I mentioned Haley Rose and Elliott? Well that's who this is modeled after. I saw them walking up my Granparents driveway and got inspired to do this. They're made to resemble Edward and Winry ever so slightly. But Elliott and Haley really did look like that.
And finally, everyone will know what Starr looks like.
STARR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!8D 8D 8D

^Ed and his father, Hohenheim of Light^
^From left to right: Bottom row-Arisa, Kyo, Tohru, Momiji. Mid. Row- Yuki, Hanajima and^ ^then Hatsuharu at the top!^

So I'm still not doing my best job ever. But this is the first style of drawing anime I ever attempted, so mine and this style are slightly similar.


When the warm sun, that brings
Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,
T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs
The first flower of the plain.
I love the season well,
When forest glades are teeming with bright forms,
Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell
The coming-on of storms.
From the earth's loosened mould
The sapling draws its sustenance, and thrives;
Though stricken to the heart with winter's cold,
The drooping tree revives.
The softly-warbled song
Comes from the pleasant woods, and colored wings
Glance quick in the bright sun, that moves along
The forest openings.
When the bright sunset fills
The silver woods with light, the green slope throws
Its shadows in the hollows of the hills,
And wide the upland glows.
And when the eve is born,
In the blue lake the sky, o'er-reaching far,
Is hollowed out, and the moon dips her horn,
And twinkles many a star.
Inverted in the tide
Stand the gray rocks, and trembling shadows throw,
And the fair trees look over, side by side,
And see themselves below.
Sweet April! many a thought
Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;
Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought,
Life's golden fruit is shed.