ASK the ARTIST Interview - ZombiesmileASK the ARTIST Interview - Zombiesmile3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
ASKtheARTIST Interview with Zombiesmile
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview `Zombiesmile, a very talented illustrator and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, Zombiesmile.
Hi, thanks for having me! :3
* Zombiesmile is super excited, oh god! * -*;
~rankirubai asks "In what ways has Shaun helped your art and creativity improve? What kinds of insights on art, character design, storytelling, etc has he given you?"
Before I met Shaun (`endling) I was pretty much on my own when it came to art, looking things up and reading tutorials etc. It's been really hard sometimes.
Nowadays, he's the person I talk to all the time, discussing art and stories and games and such. it's really important to me to have another opinion on my work, especially from someone
Paganism and ChristianityPaganism and Christianity3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Since the day I felt the clench of self power and control was the day I converted to
Paganism, but I didn't think I'd be entering a world war. I remember it like it was
yesterday, six years ago I was sitting in church with my family, and I never liked
church, but I believed in God. It was until I felt the holy spirit slip through me
causing me to go into a fit of tears, I felt like I was being uplifted, and to any
Christian, this is a good feeling, to me, this was God's warning .Do not put any God
before me. I got up from my seat, trying to get pass the crowd of people with their arms
raised in praise, I quivered, grew nauseated and ran for the bathroom. The green essence
of light in the bathroom was blinding to my eyes, so I went over to the sink and tried to
vomit, I began to shake as if having an anxiety attack. This feeling of torment seized me
to learn over the sink pulling out my hair screaming a holler of terror. My eyes rolled
into the back of my head, and I could he
Sheogorath Stops ByPrize for LadyRedDarknessSheogorath Stops By4 years ago in Settings More Like This
The sun was drawing closer to the horizon, sending a mist over the small group and casting a chill down their spines.
"We should not be here," peeped Merrill from under her hood.
Hawke looked down at her, silently agreeing. Varric walked just ahead with Bianca before him. They had stumbled upon the ancient ruins as they explored Sundermount. Hawke had become intrigued because he had never seen something so ancient as the stone walls that now surrounded them. There were symbols etched into the walls that Merrill didn't recognise, and the chance to explore had overpowered him.
He was curious by nature, but now he wished he had gone and come back. They had wondered way too far into the ruins and now the light above the broken ceiling was breaking, which would mean if they couldn't find their way out then they would have to camp there. But the twilight was brining an unnerving feeling over the three of them, and Hawke was starting to curse his curiosity.
DreamsDreams5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Inside of us there lives a light, burning like fire in the night.
Gleaming down and lighting the way, for hopes and dreams to shine someday.
It gives a brilliance to our lives and sparkels like diamonds with a glowing light for all to see.
So never let go, your dreams are the key.
Ask the Artist interviewAsk the Artist interview3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with `loish
~MemoiresDuneFille asks "Loish, what inspired you to become an artist?"
I can't say that anything specific really inspired me. It was more a natural progression. I have been drawing since I was very young and honestly do not remember when I even started doing it, but I do remember always enjoying it and seeing it as my 'talent' throughout elementary and middle school. By the time I had to make a career choice in high school, I decided to do pursue it professionally because I just couldn't stand dividing my time between schoolwork and making my personal drawings. It was torture! So I felt I had to do it in order to stay sane :] That's pretty much how it went!
*merry-zazoue asks "You're doing both animation and illustration, how can you manage to have a good level in both? I'm an animation student and I love illustration too, do you have any advices? Aside working like crazy of course! I'm already doing it ^^"
I think the main reason I do both is because
Really Bad Cliche PoemMy soul is as dark as my thick, poorly drawn eyelinerReally Bad Cliche Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody loves me
Hot Topic is my only friend
I can feel the tightness of the world wrapping itself around me
Tighter than my overpriced ripped skinny jeans
With all sense of grammar and spelling cast aside
I, rite, dis, poem, 2 show, how, dark, I, is
GIVE ME ATTENTION!
My boyfriend broke up with me
That's why I hate myself
I cry myself to sleep every night because my parents
Wouldn't buy me those leopard print skinneh jeanz
I HOPE U LYKED MY POEM!!!1!!!one!!!
Melt-8-31-13-Steamy AffairsThe door was unlocked. My mind first jumped to thoughts of burglary, but then I remembered that Jazmine had forgotten her phone yesterday. She had probably stopped by to grab it and forgot to lock the door, but when I saw a pair of her shoes lying by the door, I soundly guessed that she was still here.Melt-8-31-13-Steamy Affairs2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I shut the door behind me and dropped the keys on the kitchen table, then opened the kitchen cabinet and withdrew a large glass which I proceeded to fill with water. I chugged it and refilled it again. I had been working out and as a result, I was tired and very thirsty.
Wanting to see Jazmine, I left the kitchen and searched the living room. No sign of her there. I guessed that she was upstairs, and a small part of me hoped that she was in the bedroom. A guy can dream.
I walked towards the staircase and noticed another pair of shoes at the base of the staircase. They were a pair of white flats. I did not remember Jazmine owning anything like that, and besides they were too small for her
'my Night''my Night'5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I make constructs
draining the light
of an eccentric candle
but suddenly the night moves
into an impossible morning
and dreams dissolve in the wake
of an atomic sun
'Solitude''Solitude'5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the familiar wailing of a saxophone on a side street on a rainy day.
the last building on the left, with a heavy wooden door... and no windows.
words... walls of concrete covered in concrete words
that mean absolutely nothing.
pedestrians walk up and down the street and partake
in the exchange of distant glances with approaching people.
among the myriad of cold raindrops.
RecallingOnce, I forgot my limbs.Recalling7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I left them downstairs because I was in such a rush to get up to the second floor. I didn't even realize my legs were missing until I was halfway up the stairs. "No matter," I thought, "I won't need them for a while anyway." Only when I tried to reach for a paintbrush did I realize that my left arm had done just that, and the right away. Again, I shrugged it off (with only my shoulders) and went about my business.
My business is rather unconventional. There's no elevator in my office building, because I work from home. Thus, forgetting my limbs downstairs would be, as you probably assume, a hassle. And, well, sure, it's a bit of an obstacle, but I can deal with it. I'm still here now, aren't I?
I asked my boss about installing an elevator once. No, he declined without a moment's consideration. Well, how about an escalator? Absolutely not. You see (he told it to me somewhat like this, but I fear that a few words are off), stair-climbing is a virtue. It isn't sup