Encryptions Decrypted II

Let me take this time to yell at you all about something that matters most to me, somewhat. That guy with the shirt that says "I'm a douchebag." His shirt is not some form of sarcasm. He is indeed a douchebag of the highest degree and knows it. Thank you. That is all.

Wait. Ok one more thing. I've renewed my love and adoration for Hailey Williams. Amazing singer, hair like fire, younger than me by a couple months. Ok. That's all I had to say really, haha

Have any of you he and she spies watched Top Chef or played Final Fantasy XII? Well, I've done both and been captivated by two beauties: Padma Lakshi from Top Chef and Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca-somethingorother from FF12. So, I used Padma as my real life model [probably because she is a real life model] and super imposed Ashe's clothes onto them. Worked out pretty fine with those brush pens I love so dearly.

Another of Niki Fury looking tough and buff. She's the type of woman who'll take a kick to the teeth but rest assured will have your neck broken in return. She's the fire of desire. The female Nick Fury in my connected comic-verse of spies, thieves, assassins, and et cetera.

The first American comics I ever read were the Death of Superman. My dad said I could only read them once if I was very careful with each and every page of every issue. I didn't understand most of it with my adolescent mind, but very much enjoyed the fist to face action of Supes v. Doomsday. And when Kal-el died saving us all...I cried. Actual fluids escaped my tear ducts when I read that. Powerful stuff. Heavy, too. I was 6 or 7 when that happened. To be introduced to a great character only to have him martyred by story's end was a whole experience when you're that young. Oh, and I actually asked to wear that black armband once I knew of them.

Ever do that? Just sit in a field looking for some lucky four leaf clovers? I've never done it. Just wondering if you have. If Lady Luck looked this lascivious, I'd have asked her to blow on my dice too.

A sketch, a sketch, I do confess. Here's another character I love of mine. Her name's Phoenix and she's Chinese. She's immortal in a rather unconventional fashion and controls fire. The story here, in the best Geoff-Johns-sicko iteration I can muster, is:

"He doesn't deserve me. He doesn't deserve this. But I'll give it to him anyway. I'll show him the passionate flames that flicker in my heart-- whether he wants to see them or not. If only love and marriage were as simple as fire. I'd have no trouble with it then-- because I'd be the one in control."