How2-Ask artists you admireHow2-Ask artists you admire5 years ago in Letters More Like This
Have you ever tried to talk to an artists you admire on DA and s/he ignores you?
Well, there's a few tips on how to talk to them and get more comments back...
I don't say this will always work, because some artists are just too busy, or too shy to talk back, but it will work better than if you just bluntly ask a question.
There are nice artists who will answer your question, so make them feel a bit special for doing you a favor.
Here's my tip on how to talk to some big name artists...
===== MOST IMPORTANTLY!
1. Research first, check their blogs for FAQ if you have a question such as...
1. what pen/paper/program/medium did you use?
>>>(tools related, trust me, usually its on their FAQ)
2. Hi, you're good.... what do you recommend for a tablet?
>>>(Go to forums to ask that please, search forum for old threads on it, don't bother them with this.)
3. Hello, what brushes did you use, can you share it? Did you use Photoshop?
>>>(Don't ask so fast, search their gallery or u
On LoveHow should I love,On Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If not with all
My heart and all my soul?
How could I love,
If I do not
Answer to true loves call?
How would I love,
If I can not
Let go and loose control?
How do I love,
If I do not
Decide to finally fall?
Fate Lines, Part VFate Lines, Part V5 years ago in Horror More Like This
The letter had been sent by my benefactor, Anton Arroyo, and after a quick look, I realized there were several - all in nondescript envelopes, bearing no seals. My initial reaction was complete and utter bewilderment, followed by the very natural desire and need to pocket the lot and peruse them at my leisure, but I was worried she would notice them missing. Of course, I could always sit here in her room and read them, but that idea was quickly thwarted by the sound of a coach thundering into the palace's courtyard. A quick peek out of her casement window ascertained her return and I knew I had to beat a hasty retreat to my own quarters. I slipped the letters back into the box and secured it, praying that I had managed to return it as closely as possible to its original spot. I made my way quickly out of her chamber, praying a brief thanks to whomever might be listening for the circuitry of stairways that whisked people to and fro throughout the castle, and made my way back to my own q
disturbingit's disturbing -disturbing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the words left
under your chin
or bad paint.
best left unsaid and
in our pockets
blue and forbidden
out of doors
where your smile
and catches my ankles
like wayward children
like bad ink
touching our night
your poetry is horribleyour poetry is horrible12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i am irrepressible teenage angst.
here is my bitchy poem.
woe is me.
(insert typo here)
i can use
drastic S P A C I N G
to make my point
(insert computer shorthand here)
my girlfriend just dumped me.
perhaps i can
write at length about
s u i c i d e
(insert trite phrase about loneliness)
because i am ohsotouchy
so, to all you
adolescents out there
your poetry is horrible.
pain does not always equal great art.
now, go write something worth while.
Washing Down WordsA miscarriage of unwritten words:Washing Down Words8 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
she washes lead streaks
from the side of her hand,
quicksilver water spiraling
down the bathroom sink.
Red, Yellow, and BlueToo poor to purchase more art supplies, I learned to paint only with primary colors; I covered canvas after canvas--or reclaimed wood when it was a choice between painting or eating--with saturated sentiment. Canary yellow was the color of the dress you wore the day we met--and it harmonized perfectly with your straw colored hair--while cadmium red matched both your tempting scarlet lips and the fire I saw in your eyes. But ultramarine blue didn't suit you, and I never once used it until the day God or Guilt or some Guy stole you from me.Red, Yellow, and Blue5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My Warrior CatsKuroClanMy Warrior Cats7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Leader: Twilightstar- a beautiful black and white she-cat with bottomless black eyes
Deputy: Hiddenshadow- a black tom with a white dash across his chest and bottomless black eyes; some cats say that Twilightstar is his sister
Medicine Cat: Robingaze- a tortishell she-cat with olive-green eyes.
Rockheart- a dark brown tabby tom with harsh green eyes
Musicdevil- A white tom with blue eyes and bright red markings that appear to be in the shape of musical notes
Starbucks- a delicate brown tabby tom with white paws and gentle brown eyes. It was usually forbidden to have star before your name, but his mother, Melodysong, insisted that he was born to be a leader but never would be, so he deserved star in his name
Lightwhisper- a golden tabby she-cat with one green eye and one blue eye
Punktail- a tom with a strange violet colored pelt and clear blue eyes
Soaringheart- a blonde she-cat with brown eyes and a unbreakable spirit
Little Songbird“Leave me,” I dare in song. “Leave me if you can.”Little Songbird2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My valour is false. I am right to be afraid. Your sliding shadow smothers me, and death pecks close. Step wrong, and you will know the crunch of a dead bird; the mess that follows. You will never know what you escaped. You will never know me.
Kneel human. My tiny heart flutters. Death pecks close.
Your shadow stops in surprise . . . and you kneel before my form. Now close, I see you regret your choice. These structures used to be wings, if you’ll believe me. One sigh – and you cease your reverence. Propriety is not to be wasted on one so damaged. You lift me from the bloodied pavement. It is worse than I imagined, but my beak is clamped shut and allows no note of pain.
My mother told me everything about your kind. She told me the horror stories of what your people have done.
We reach your place. I eye the cage that will become my stage, and you prod me in the name of healing. You flinch when <
A Dust of SnowSnow was the great purification. All of the dark places of the land dotted with coated trees were blanketed by mother snows cold hand. The earth was softer in winter, in white. It was sleeping soundly beneath the coverlets where only wolves, rabbits and deer went tuttering by leaving their trails and magic.A Dust of Snow2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The girl’s cheeks had long turned chill-burnt red, polished and bright as two crisp autumn apples. They burned in the pale of her skin in the moonlight. In some other time, her lips as red as hearts and her hair as dark as raven’s wings might have stirred a poem. But the eerie mingling of fear and desire glass coating her brown eyes made her seem a mad, mad straw creature than a beauty.
The snow was deep and it bit to the knee, sometimes keeping her stuck in place. Frostbite tingled, a small sting at first and now a sharp bite in her feet; fingers. Her mittens had been swiped by a lashing pine, a boot kept by unforgiving drift. Her dress cold and wet.
The Grave of GodThis crater marks the place where God and the adversary annihilated each other. No more God. No more adversary. There's nothing here now. Just me.The Grave of God5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If you were to head west from here and climb the lip of the crater, you'd find yourself in a desert, where the sand dunes gather against the ruins. There are mountains on the horizon, pale blue. They look as distant as the moon, and they very nearly are.
In those mountains lurk creatures, ancient and colossal, constructed at the adversary's behest. They barely move anymore, for there is no-one left here to kill. Though their bodies have become part of the landscape, their eyes never close. They will lie waiting for all eternity.
Beyond the mountains are the riverlands, where used to be settlements and forests, all of which have long since rotted. North you might find what remains of Telassar, the capital city of the angels. Half underwater now, with its mighty bridge broken, only the palace stands proud of the sea, and it too is dead.
Are We There Yet?"Liam," I pondered, watching the latter haphazardly dissect an insect. He sat at a makeshift table with several other boys, their heads all bowed together, intently poking and prodding with the most delicate of hands.Are We There Yet?4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Its eyes are buggy-funny!" Liam chirped in response, then turned his head to me.
I smiled at him in the dim light, not being able to get a grasp on our surroundings. There was Isaac, the troublemaker, Elijah the brainiac, Alex, the clown. All of them were five or six, all of them were intrigued with the bug we found on our wanderings.
"What?" Liam said, his assertive tone not unkind. Seeing that I was reclining on the floor watching the group, he put down his tool and dropped to his knees by me. I stared at him for a moment, realizing this was someone I loved more than anything. I knew him unlike anyone else: he was squeamish, intelligent, and had the darkest sense of hu
count to ten Close your eyes and count to ten.count to ten1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I glanced at all of the displays in front of me, double checking pressure, fuel levels, generator power. Everything came back green.
In the silence there was a moment to breathe. I closed my eyes and put my hand on the empty seat beside me, one of thirteen now vacant. This journey was never supposed to be two-way. Fourteen people were supposed to come out here and never come back. Of course, we were supposed to have support, aid, and supplies sent to us until we were secure, too.
Nothing had gone the way it had been planned. Command stopped communicating two weeks after the ship had landed. Gorsky died of some kind of allergic reaction to the local flora at the same time.
And then there were the razors. I opened my eyes and shivered, staring up through the canopy of terrorized looking trees. How many bullets did you send with fourteen people tra
ApocalypseContrary to popular misconception, the end of the world is not global warming, a nuclear fallout, or a mechanical uprising. Zombies do not erupt from their graves, aliens do not suddenly decide to invade. There are no horsemen, vengeful Gods or wayward comets. Lightning does not smote the wicked and angels do not lead the worthy to peace. The end of the world is not a mass disaster; there is no exploding sun, tidal wave or earthquake. Instead, it is those quiet moments happening all over the world, every day.Apocalypse6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Resting my hand on the gentle curve of my belly, I croon sweet nothings to my baby. I have decided that "it" is a "she", though the ultrasound confirmation is still several weeks away. Still, I have heard her heartbeat, and I am looking forward to hearing it again later today. I sit like this for an hour or so, soaking the sunlight into my skin and communing with the life growing inside me. I am lulled by the sound of traffic in the street, but the unmistakable drone of my hus
Watch the World BurnWhen I was young, I was told I’d live to see the world end. I believed it to be true when the earth was split wide and began swallowing everything in its path before closing over it, sealing us in the soil.Watch the World Burn6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When I was free, I assumed that was that; my world had ended, replaced by one of men who feared the unknown and an unknown that feared man.
I did not expect to find people and a place I could call home, didn’t ever imagine how attached I would become, how much I’d grow to love this odd little group of creatures. So when I watch a girl who I have thought of as a sister begin to spiral towards the dark as did my true sister, I can feel the earth begin to quake once more.
And I cannot stop it.
FFM 19: Corruption < Corrupted Data: “CaptainsNotes107.ecr” >FFM 19: Corruption1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
< Recovery/Decryption: 12% Successful >
< Compiling Text . . . . . . >
< 1713h, SDQ2, July 31, 2208, Anno Domini >
Completed transcription of official reports regarding the temple on TS-014, and the recovered artifact. Radiation interference prevents transmission to home base, but the timestamp will confirm that I did my duty in a reasonable timeframe. Long day. No life on TS-014, despite our best hopes and signs of a previous civilization. Sgt. Dalassen’s scans report unidentified emanations from the artifact; Dalassen nearly contradicted me in front of the engineering crew when I ordered Lt. Gabras to bring it into the cargo... < data corrupt > ...omorrow, our Mission continues. Despite setbacks, the Lord has blessed me with this station, and I’m proud to be the Captain of the Prester John.
I've Really Lost My MindThe young man smiled, with just a touch of embarrassment. “I seem to have lost my mind.”I've Really Lost My Mind6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The female attendant looked at him. “This is a railway ticket office.”
“You want the lost property section over there.” She pointed at a counter where a severe-looking man was rearranging misplaced umbrellas.
“Thank you!” The young man nodded politely and headed across to the other section.
The lost property attendant looked up as the young man approached. “Is it an umbrella you want?” He indicated the display.
The young man appeared to be tempted for a moment by a purple one decorated with cats and dogs, but then apparently remembered why he was there.
“No,” he said. “I’ve lost my mind. I’m pretty sure here was the last time I used it—I was trying to work out what would be the cheapest ticket to Inverness on a weekday in June, outside peak hours, travelling with my back to the engin
Ignoring the StarsThe stars above do not know love; from hearts their bodies are parted.Ignoring the Stars1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Frozen, they stay far from the day; dark skies the waters they've charted.
You must forget their loneliness; don't let your wishes get started!
They'll wipe your tears, chase down your fears...and then leave you broken hearted.
GoneGoneGone5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
My body was slammed into the wall, I lost my breath. Gasping I turned around to see the light swallowed by the darkness of the box. A sudden jolt of the room made me slam my nose into the ground.
I fell over but made no effort to get up. Sprawled on the jagged floor I could smell fear. Hundreds of frightened dogs had sat in this room before, waiting for what would happen next. What if I die here, I silently despaired.
The wall suddenly opened up, letting in the bright sunshine. My eyes adjusted fast enough to see a big hand reach for the scruff of my spotted neck, but it was too late to run. Yelping I tried to bite the human with my razor sharp teeth. I couldn't reach so I snarled, but this only made him dig his nails deeper into my skin.
The human dragged me into a dark building thick with the odour of thousands of suffering dogs. Whimpering was ringing through my ears and lost dogs called out for their owners. As my eyes got used to the darkness I could see rusting cages lined a
OneAndOnlyPeace Part1 CritsPlzPart OneOneAndOnlyPeace Part1 CritsPlz5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Whoosh! Leigh let go of the arrow, sending it flying through the emerald grass, hitting the small deer mouse square in the chest. Leaping out from behind the tree, the kitten raced towards the mouse and picked it up with her small mouth. She proudly held her head up, and trotted in the direction of her cozy home.
Her den was built with branches and sticks from oak trees, and mud from the river bank. She shared this pleasant home with her sister and mother. Leigh had lived there her whole life, and had many fond memories of the den.
Grrrrrrrrrr Leigh spun around, and saw only the trees. Her legs shook. Thump thump thump was that her heart, or paw steps? Leigh let out a yelp and started to run in the direction of her home. She couldnt shake off the feeling she was being watched through the trees.
Snap! Jumping as high as a hare, she realized she had only stepped on a twig. Feeling embarrassed, she continued to creep through the forest, fe