Love in the 90's

Apparently, I am hitting the nostalgia hard this month. It must be those looming taxes making me regress harder than if I were to cross paths with a bouncy castle. But I don't care what anyone says- I absolutely adore 90's X-men (especially these two). Gambit was the fourth love of my life, and Rogue was just way too cool to be jealous of. They are my all-time favorite couple* despite that issue of never really being a couple (and let us not discuss how Rogue hooks up with anyone and everyone she is capable of having relations with). Maybe the tragedy of their situation never sank in as a kid, but comics and cartoons have always taught me to never believe in tragedy.** No one truly dies, Magneto really just means well, and Rogue and Gambit will find a way to make-out.

Anyway, my life wouldn't be complete without painting them (this will probably be one of many, because I find my old work hard to tolerate). I was aiming for a 90's palette that would get the point across without making anyone want to puke.

Quick show of process, because I love when I get to see under other artist's skirts. This isn't the best drawing example, but I never remember to take progress pics...Also, I am an old lady who only recently discovered applications for photo collages (I mean apps), so be prepared for another month of Brady Bunch style art display.

<3 Kaz

*hyperbole

**this is a big fat lie- I just have selective memory

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I was just so excited to finish this that I am skipping the Tauntaun Anatomy post. Now, before you say it- I know many levels are missing, but I wasn't a fan of how that layout was working with the rest of the map. Believe me, I spent too many hours replaying the Vanilla Dome to pretend it isn't important- but that, Valley of Bowser and Star World (etc) will just have to wait.

This map is a little different than the others. I originally wanted to just make the "continents" without elevation, but so much of the personality is about the different levels (that's a weird pun- I mean planes). It may not be antique-y enough, too bright, too similar to the original, but it's working for me (I hope it works for you too).

And so you're back, from outer space...

There was a period of my life where I terrified my mother by wanting to join the military. I thought that my best chance of getting into the FBI was by working up through the ranks (and apparently, this seemed easier than being smart). The combination of wanting to join the x-files and those army commercials that showed cadets skydiving, frankly, had me hooked.
If the army would have taken an 11 year old girl, my life would have been pretty different.

Nonetheless, this is definitely long overdue. The X-Files got me through middle school and aided my nerdy love of sci-fi and horror. With that being said, I am trying to restrain my feelings about this. Everything after season 7 sort of broke my heart. X-Files, you are the alcoholic relationship that keeps popping back into my life. You show up after 10 years and say "baby, I've changed!" and my morbid curiosity (plus the sweet memories our shared summer nights) makes me think that I can give you another chance. But this needs to stop. I've moved on to other shows- shows that treat me right. X-Files, I will truly always love you, but I think we should just be friends.