ATA Interview with theCHAMBAATA Interview with theCHAMBA3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with =theCHAMBA
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is ~thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview =theCHAMBA, a very talented artist and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, theCHAMBA.
~BaneNacent asks Chamba “Are you going to do new Darkstalkers art for the XBLA release next year?"
Darkstalkers on the XBLA release : I WISH
No news on that if UDON is doing anything on it
If they are, I've not been told
But that would be neat!
~jel asks "Hi Chamba! Can you talk about what professional projects you're working on right now? What can we hold in our hands in the near future?"
Digitally : there's the Shiftylook stuff which has been fun
In Print: there's that Street Fighter next generation Trade
and that's it as far as I know
there could be more
but again, I'm usually told just before I need to do it
and since I tend to get things done very promptly, it'
Silent TearsSilent Tears1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Over the unkept promises of yesterdays life
In the depths of my heart
Reality slowly turns its knife
Over the meaningless words spoken
In the depths of my soul
I'm left alone and broken
Hidden behind a smiling face
I secretly cry
Trapped inside this cold cruel place
Where I slowly die
From the starvation of love
Silent tears fall like rain
A downpour of heave emotions
My heart cries in endless pain
For no one hears my cries
I'm lost in a stormy ocean
Where the winds and waves drown my sighs
Torn by my lover's lies
Her beauty so overwhelming
It blinded my eyes
A painted smile upon her face
But her heart was black
As black as the midnight sky's empty space
Weep all alone
My hunger for love
Goes deep into my bones
Lonely and cold
My body violently shakes
From the pain you cause me
My heart and soul forever aches
No one loves me the way I need to be love
No one understands me or cares to try
No one knows what I'm thinking of
ASKtheARTIST InterviewASKtheARTIST Interview3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
ASKtheARTIST Interview with algenpfleger
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *algenpfleger, a very talented illustrator and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, algenpfleger.
*quietly sits down and sips on a mysterious beverage
WAIT ARE WE DOING THIS OR WHAT
*Vellez asks "What is your creative process? Do you just research and then begin drawing when you get an assignment, or do you mull it over a bit?"
Hmm it usually starts with me getting the assignment since I spend my freetime drawing other things mostly (these days at least). As soon as I know what the client wants, I leave it alone for a couple of days and wait for ideas to sprout in my head. The rest is just craftsmanship, you know, drawing the stuff and everything. The real work is done as soon as I put down the thumbnail sketch.
~smarff asks "How saturated do you think the illustra
Your Promiscuous WaysWhen you suddenly took my hand and told me that you love me,Your Promiscuous Ways5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've never been more touched by the need in your voice and the love in your eyes.
And when you look at me in that promiscuous way,
I can think of nothing else but being gazed upon by you every day.
You don't do this often most of the days,
But when you do,
My heart burns of an unmistakable need in return,
And I can feel this love in your ever simple words.
It's the kind of love I've always wanted,
The kind of voice that makes everything just fine.
It's one of the most beautiful feelings I've ever had,
And something I don't ever want to forget.
Litost*Litost2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It is invisible: sinuous and coiled like an asp’s lethal promise; it glares at her with imagined eyes as hungry as an angel’s. Fallen. It speaks, and the words—as they unravel in her mind—bear the acute, red flare of fresh, stinging blisters. Sweetness lingers: the fading, chilly redolence of hops and tobacco-smoke, of damp, moldy stone and an echo of juniper. It touches her, sometimes, with snow-cream skin and the memory of something dark and shiny in the moonlight: a clumsy thing. It is not human.
It is invisible, now.
But she can see it…
When she closes her eyes.
Fat memories throb behind everything that she sees. Her gaze burns.
The air is indolent and smogged; the pavement beneath her feet is little more than the absence of ancient and weathered cobblestones. Moss and mold are scarce here. Begonias do not riot in clumps of red and white in clay pots stuck on shallow balconie
Take away my painsWrap your arms around my waistTake away my pains5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whisper those pretty words in my ear
Tell me all the secrets that you keep dear
Slowly impress me with all of your thoughts
Just hold me close and help me forget
Take the tears away and I promise to smile
I'll look into those clear blue eyes
And let you protect me as you always wanted to
Sadly my trust in humanity has dimmed
Lost along the wayside of giving in
I can't give you what you want from me
No matter how sweetly you ask
But maybe you can restore some of it
The more you show me you care
The way you prove to me that you're there
Maybe someday I will trust again
I look into those passionate eyes and hope
A bittersweet dream, just hold me close
Don't let me fall away again
Take me to that special place today..
Let the world just fall away
Valentine's Day 1967Valentines Day, Oxnard California, 1967Valentine's Day 19678 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I had never looked upon Valentines Day as a major holiday. To me it was a day for school kids to exchange penny Valentine cards well, they were a penny when I was a school kid or a day promoted by greeting card companies to generate business. I was soon to learn that not everyone held my point of view.
I was a photographer in the Air Force back then, stationed in the Base Photo Lab and Oxnard AFB. I phoned my wife from work that morning, and at the end of our conversation she asked me to pick up a box of book matches at the Base Exchange if I had a chance. I did this at lunch, and when I got back to the photo lab I had a brilliant, funny idea!
I gift-wrapped the box of book matches, and then set to work in the studio. I built a sort of cone out of stiff paper and stuck an candle in it, lit the candle and took a photo. I pasted the photo onto the gift-wrapped book of matches with the caption, You Are My Flami
Actors in the FleshActors in the Flesh1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm rather good at playing the role of a man in pain. God gave me some noticeable baggage beneath my eyes, and bleak look that would have had victims of some great disaster asking me of the burdens on my shoulders. Funny thing was, that I had always been a little angry about that...never really got me anywhere but in a world of unwanted pity.
"Time was a mean old bastard to this face," I thought, "or was it choice?"
It didn't matter so much half the time. A walking, talking corpse seems like a good line up for a good punchline to some twisted joke. And that's the thing, is it not? No one likes a frown in that world of pity, they just want smiles, even if only for themselves. If they're just shy of the right size or temperature of heart, they take a swing at that joke, just for kicks...even if those kicks were really sucker punches below the belt. Took me years to realize that it couldn't be helped, but when it came to me, it came. I don't really remember when or where, and I don't thin
The Knife In Your Mouth“Let’s try this again.”The Knife In Your Mouth1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Do we have to?”
I’ve met this guy before, somewhere along the line. He’s been with the precinct for months, probably transferred from a quieter one, which must be why he’s so up in arms about being in the city. The vein in his forehead has been bulging for two hours, and if I keep him any longer I’m sure it’ll burst. His last name has Pepper somewhere in it; I didn’t catch the full moniker only because I had my eyes on the upside-down heart of one of the junior officers.
“Listen, Jay. I don’t want to keep doing this. I just need some truth outta you before things get complicated. Paperwork, signatures, finger prints...it’s a mess. A nightmare. You don’t want it, and neither do I. So why keep this up any longer?”
He slides the picture across the table again, maybe hoping I’ll see something new, but it&
the PassingThe Passingthe Passing3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
(Please see Artist's Comments for warnings and disclaimers)
Bumblebee sat in silence by the bedside, on the cold linoleum floor, looking to his hands, clasped on his lap. He prayed to Primus. He prayed that his friend wouldn't suffer when... when the time came.
'Bee?' An aged, tired voice called him. 'You there?'
'I'm here!' Bumblebee jumped to his feet and clasped his friend's hand when the other reached out, looking for him. 'How're you feeling?'
'Tired.' Spike replied, opening his eyes. 'How long have I been out?'
'Its almost... eleven in the day.' Bumblebee checked his internal chronometers and converted the time for Spike to understand. 'Do you want anything-'
'Where's Carly?' Spike asked.
'She's gone out.' Bumblebee replied, 'she should be back soon.'
It hurt to Bumblebee's very spark to lie to his friend, but he didn't want to hurt him with the truth. Carly had passed on five years ago. The entire Autobot team had been present at her funeral, just as they
Raise Your Glass HighControl? No. She couldn't. It was hard enough converting the heretic geth... even the Reapers, horrible as they were, didn't deserve to have all choice taken from them. And it had been what they wanted The Illusive Man to do-- who knew what would happen if she tried taking them? Things could very well become so much worse, what if she reached the same decision as the Catalyst one day, and simply began this all over again?Raise Your Glass High3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Destruction was equally unthinkable. If there was one thing Shepard would not let herself be remembered for, it would be a mass genocide the likes of which the galaxy had never seen before. Killing the geth when they had just achieved peace, just achieved true sentience; killing EDI when she had shown just how human 'artificial intelligence' could be. There was also the confirmation that each Reaper was indeed the last remains of an ancient species. Even after all they had done, she couldn't destroy the little that remained of those people.
All that left was what t
Crossing ArielYour wedding;Crossing Ariel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you spoke your way toward it
one prospect at a time;
having not been
the cripple or whore,
you settled for
singularity, no future or past,
just announcement and umbra, joy in shade,
soft smiting breath.
How though did you put your children away?
squinting toward dawn.
If your days had been counted
perhaps you would have gone off
fatter, sated as a rook scavenging
in the quiet
instead of blindly staring out bread crumbs
like a gassed canary.
The shine of your boy's hungry mouth
did not dissuade your long whim;
to any call of loneliness
the answer was a towel,
clean and wet
and a ration of cold milk.
Did any irony strike you
like a bell hammer?
Aimlessly you once doodled
no small feet wiggling
toe-ward to fill them.
Gentle prophecy of
immortal effigy for the beauty of drowning.
The flaxen-haired siren
counting out pins from her hair,
swallowing them slowly to armor her heart,
a myth of eaters
and sadness consumed
An Endless WaitAn Endless Wait5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
From the shadows you had me played,
And the loneliness that you displayed,
You had me waiting forever it seemed,
And no matter whatever I schemed,
You told me I was in denial,
That nothing was worthwhile,
Just a worthless waste of space,
A carelessly broken disgrace.
I'd walk away but the walks too far,
I'd strum my heart if I could play guitar,
I'd sing these words if I could find a tune,
I'd tell you I loved you if it wasn't too soon,
I'd turn my back if only I had the strength,
I'd fight for you no matter the length,
I'd smile at you if it didn't break my heart,
I'd love you but it tears me all apart.
The hurt came in and happiness came out,
The complications I could do without,
My tears washed all the waters away,
And my blue skies turned to grey,
I yearn for the blue reflected in your eyes,
To wash away my darkened grey skies,
Will you come and take me away please?
Away from my heartaches cool breeze.
I'd walk away but the walks too far,
I'd strum my heart if I could play guitar,
For Two BoysI have imaginedFor Two Boys2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how your hands would feel
playing my piano key spine
and my cello-curved hips,
and how your lips would feel
between the plateau of my shoulder
and the slope of my neck—
I hate myself for it.
I can mouth all of his stories,
read all of his expressions,
and tell you all of his favorites,
as if he is the language
I have spent years studying.
I don’t even know
your father’s name
or your favorite season,
and some girl could have
the lines in your hands,
freckles on your face,
and baritone of your voice
memorized and playing
on repeat in her mind.
Even though our class swears
that we’re madly in love,
I have not once wondered
what flavor his lips carry
or how his body would feel
pressed firmly against mine.
I don’t even deserve you
in my wildest fantasies
if she knows you like I know
and Plath’s poetry.
Sometimes I’m afraid
that when he catches my eye
from across the crowded class,
it’s because he wan
The Bear Fact People have their reasons for not wanting to engage in given activities. Disregarding any moral questions about the activity, I disdain being a hunter for other reasons. Such reasons include: the contemptible hours that are spent scouting out a viable position, the spending of time and funds in preparation, the tediousness of waiting for the game, and my personal bane of waking up very early in the morning. There is one experience that smote any potential for a desire to hunt for me.The Bear Fact2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
The incident began during my fifth grade year, when winter’s chill struck early in my area. We suffered a turbulent ice storm for the entire day only a couple days after my birthday in November. My grandfather was absent that morning, for he was out hunting on Ecallaf Mountain at the Terncur Dam on rather dim prospects for a bear in bear season. I trekked to my bus stop, blinking snow out of my eyes as I t
Jessica Biel TGJessica Biel TG3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mitch had fallen on hard times. He wasn't eating out of a garbage can or anything, but his income was much less than sufficient to live a decent life. He had started to try every which way to get extra money, odd jobs and the like. Eventually he gave up and went looking to the lottery for hope. Mitch honestly had never done a single lottery ticket nor had he any idea how it really worked, but he was desperate.
Mitch went into his local GT Seirots gas station for a ticket. He went up to the counter of the store and was greeted by a gorgeous woman. She was beyond description, he couldn't believe she was working at a gas station, even one as nice as Seirots. "Do you have any lottery tickets?" Mitch said shyly, regretting saying that because now she must know that he is new at this. "Oh sure right over here," replied the woman in the most sultry voice he had ever heard. Mitch followed her down the counter to the little lottery ticket center. There were a million of them he thought, some fo
Tea BrownIt was all about finding those edges where the shore metTea Brown2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
took a trip at first, a little dip to test the water, tea-brown and murky
but swimming was easy and keeping one hand on land
was like trying to climb a mountain of sand
and the tide, a rip, took us out to sea
It was all about keeping your head above the water
because you'd never see the monsters underneath in that lightless place
but they could only get you when you got tired or
when it got too hard to escape that place
deep-space diving got dangerous
It was all about coming up for air to fill your lungs
and trying to keep the hair out of your eyes even though you couldn't see
it felt safer, like running at night, faster and silent
but the only way was down and deep
with all the added weight
It was about remembering what floating was like back when you could always
put your feet down and walk out when you were done swimming
or when the water got too cold or when you just needed
to get someplace dry but now every direction is
Shedding Stars IIyou were the sky i wasShedding Stars II2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sea, with the sun
in an offering of light
you wore the night as i
called your stars down
The Redacted Qur'an (Excerpts)I THE EXORDIUMThe Redacted Qur'an (Excerpts)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
IN THE NAME
Praise be to
the straight path
of those who have gone astray
80 HE FROWNED
(IN THE NAME OF PASSION)
He might have sought
to purify himself - but that
wealthy man remained to
cleave asunder the thickets,
to delight in each brother;
each of them beaming,
smiling, joyful, face veiled
88 THE OVERWHELMING EVENT
(IN THE NAME OF PASSION)
Have you heard
of men, worn out, drinking
from a bitter gushing
fountain, soft silken carpets
spread, and Heaven leveled
to their account?
90 THE CITY
(IN THE NAME OF PASSION)
I swear you
are a created
91 THE SUN
(IN THE NAME OF PASSION)
The sun and the moon,
the day, the night spread
Him with knowledge of sin:
"Blessed shall be the man
who kept pure ruined pride
when Allah's own spurge razed
the city. He was afraid