As nice as symmetry is, asymmetry can do a lot. As it is, Demona's pose and the angle of her lines bring the eye back up to the post, which is a very elegant and efficient use of form.
EDIT: Note that in my own sig, Dak's dark colors against the light background move the eye to the relative lightness in the center of his face, up through his left eye, and out of the image. Same theory.
So. I have to wonder why GK and Peach's time together ended badly. O_o;
Some more imaginitive reasons I've come up with are:
-Horrible prank.
-Poor sexual performance.
-Losing at rockband.
-They got into a debate over Peach v.s. Bowser
-One of them likes Micheal Jackson and the other cracked a bad joke.
-Parents.
-Hangover supplemented with a series of unfortunate events, which neither party is at fault for.
😂
Basically, last night I was supposed to take a plane from San Antonio to Dallas, with a 40 minute layover before getting a connection to Chicago.
The flight from San Antonio was delayed, but I was told it should arrive in time for me to make my connection. Well. It landed an hour late. 20 minutes after my connection left. And I had also missed the last flight to Chicago for the day.
So I ended up stuck 1000 miles away in a strange place with none of my belongings (as I had checked my baggage), and had to get up at 4am to catch a 6:55am flight back to Chicago (the airline had given me a hotel room and a voucher for money for dinner, but by the time I got to the hotel the restaurant was closed and I had no idea where there was anything around there, nor any way to get anywhere). The flight left 45 minutes late due to storms, btw. And then once back in Chicago, had to deal with baggage claim people to get my damn suitcase which had arrived last night ermm
So yeah.
I have a similar story. 😆
So, I'm a canuck who once engaged in a long distance relationship. With a girl in Georgia.
I pay out my ass for a return ticket to Georgia, and six hours in, get owned by border cops in NJ. Fail. So then I'm stuck at the border with 100$ american waiting until 1:30 am for the bus home, which will take another six hours, and doesn't even take me to the city I live in. [Read, more travelleing ahead!] By this time, it's like, 5 pm. Lol. So I head into the bar next to the Greyhound station. The Pewter mug, it was called. Best. Bar. Ever. I met some really awesome people there. Among them;
An Italian man named Goose who ate 15 hamburgers, and yet was skinny. [Eatign contest, he won.]
A Scottish fellow named Al who's accent was so thick no stereotype could do it justice. I wanted him to yell at me, and succeeded in doing so by getting drunk and failing at pool.
An ex con who'd just gotten out of jail in Ohio that morning, hopping the exact same bus as me. He was also Canadian. Kool shit, wierd day.
This bar was amazing. 2.50$ for a /glass/ of vodka. By 1:30 I was broke, and thoroughly thrashed. Did I mention it was winter, and I was dressed light because I had been headed to Georgia? Omg, so wasted, I didn't care. I practicly had to crawl on the greyhound, and try not to pass out on the bus. 6 hour ride FTL. Once I got to Toronto I was halfway between drunk and hungover...
Great times.