Shop More Submit  Join Login

Similar Deviations


----------
:iconpmd-explorers:
Show
Add a Comment:
 
No comments have been added yet.

My friend shared this with me, and I thought to share this with you guys.

:iconbutterflyplz:The Butterfly Project:

Rules:

1. When you feel like you want to cut, take a marker, pen, or sharpies and draw a butterfly on your arm or hand.
2. Name the butterfly after a loved one, or someone that really wants you to get better.
3. You must let the butterfly fade naturally. NO scrubbing it off.
4. If you cut before the butterfly is gone, you have killed it. If you don't cut, it lives.
5. ...If you have more than one butterfly, cutting kills all of them.
6. Another person may draw them on you. These butterflies are extra special. Take good care of them.
7. Even if you don’t cut, feel free to draw a butterfly anyways, to show your support. If you do this, name it after someone you know that cuts or is suffering right now, and tell them. It could help.
I've already got butterflies on me.

Here's just a nice little movement for cutters. It's actually helped a great number of people, and I'm sure it's saved a lot of lives.

EDIT: Man! You guys are so awesome! 236 favs in under ten hours after I posted this! Wow!
I hope many many many more people will be able to get knowledge of this idea, and I hope it helps! Keep up the awesome work, you guys! You're the best! :iconiloveyouplz:

I've got some stories to share! One of them, :icontinyfurrtails: really made me tear up. Here's the link, if you want to go read it.: tinyfurrtails.deviantart.com/a…
They put it in poem form, and I got to tell you, it's very inspirational! Harming yourself in any way is what the Butterfly Project is here for.

sugoi-mishrano.deviantart.com/… Here is a fictional story written by :iconsugoi-mishrano: to depict the Butterfly Project. I personally think it is a great story, and very inspiring.

detective-may.deviantart.com/a… An amazing piece done by an awesome artist. I love what they did!

If any of you guys have stories to share, share them, art to dedicate or share, share those too! Let us know how the butterflies have helped you!
Show
Add a Comment:
 
No comments have been added yet.

Add a Comment:
 
No comments have been added yet.

I seriously didn't expect this but it made my day. Week. Month. He is perfect x)

Hussie just keeps serving us Erisol now, amazing <3
Show
Add a Comment:
 
No comments have been added yet.

The sudden loud noise gave the mother a shock yet again. “Hm? What do you mean, Hayden?” She paused the operation, with the needle stuck halfway through Leon’s body.

“Leon is soooooo stupid!” He repeated, emphasizing somewhat to show his irritations. “Why is he smiling, even though you have poked to needle through him so many times?” From his expressions, one could easily notice that he was somewhat angry. His cheeks was flushed with cherry red and he was frowning rather seriously.

His mother was rather shocked that at that moment, she couldn’t think of anything to say. However, as soon as she thought about it again, she just gave Hayden a weak chuckle. “Silly boy, Leon is just a doll, he does not know pain.” She slid her hand to pat Hayden’s head, trying to make him more comfortable. “He is smiling, because he is made that way.”

Hayden didn’t seem to be satisfied with his mother’s answer. In his young mind, Leon was living. The Riolu was just like his dad’s dragon Pokemon, he should smile when he was happy and he should frown when he was in pain. However, it didn’t seem so. Leon was still smiling no matter how many times Mom had stabbed him with that cold and sharp weapon of hers.

“Now...” Hayden’s mother spoke again, patting his head somewhat, trying to get the young boy to feel better. “Let Mommy finish the job so that Leon is truly happy again, okay?” She kept her smile as warm as possible, while continuing to seal the gap.

Hayden said nothing, he watched again, but the frowns on his face didn’t seem to have dissipated. They only got deeper, so were his thoughts. He stared at the ever-smiling doll, nearly glaring with anger.

As soon as the ripped part was nearly sealed, the mother fetched some cotton wool and stuffed more into the doll, making him as puffy as before. She finally stitched the remaining portion and call it a completed job. With a twist of red string, she firmly tied a knot at the end of the ripped part.

“There!” Showing the finished product to Hayden, the mother was smiling rather brightly. She was quite proud of how it came out, for it was nearly as though it was new. “Leon is all healed and happy now!”

Hayden raised himself from the floor and reached to give a firm hug to his dearest doll, drawing it to himself. “Thank you, Mom...” There was a hint of reluctance in his voice, he was expressing his gratitude in an unexpectedly cold way.

“What is the matter, dear? Don’t you think Leon is happy now? You will make him sad if you’re still sad like this...” It worried his mother a bit to see her son still puzzled as she proceeded to pat his head again.

“No...” Hayden cast a glance over the sealed portion on his Riolu doll again. With the red stitches contrasting his deep blue fur, it seemed almost as though he was bleeding. “He is not happy. It is just that he is not showing it.” He gave the Riolu another firm hug, caressing him carefully to his own chest.

“Hayden, dear. He is fully recovered, don’t you see? He is no longer ripped apart. His wounds are all gone.” His mother felt a hint of gloomy air, but managed a smile in protest to the sinking atmosphere.

“No...” Hayden disagreed once again, with a more tenacious tone this time, but it was soon turned into a shaky one. “E-even if Mom has healed him, the wounds are still there... He is still b-bleeding.” With a rush of emotions, tears start falling from his brown-tinted eyes. Following the shape of his face, they dripped off his chin and landed onto the doll.

His mother was surprised how deeply her son had thought about this simple event. At the same time, she was glad that her son was caring enough to feel for a mere plushie.

It might be time to lecture him a bit more.

“Yes, you’re right, Hayden, dear...” Placing the knitting equipment away in a plastic tool box, she lifted him up by his arms and allowed him to sit on her lap. She caressed him and let him lie his head on her chest, all the while brushing his hair slowly.

----------------------

Prologue for Round 1

Prev:
Next:

--------------

:iconsixfold-league:
Show
Add a Comment:
 
No comments have been added yet.

Have always been fascinated with the night and extreme long exposures. I stayed back after the sun set and set up for a 8 minute 30 second exposure in complete pitch dark.

After the image appeared on the lcd.. It was a marvelous array of blues and purple that was not apparent to me when I was looking at the scene.. Our cameras so capture alot even without us knowing it.
Show
Add a Comment:
 
No comments have been added yet.

Commissioned by Shrikealvaron from FA
Show
Add a Comment:
 
No comments have been added yet.

A moment of doubt is all it takes, and if that doubt sinks in and lingers too long, it will consume the artist leaving nothing behind but an empty shell of a person, for all to gawk at.

DON'T DOUBT YOU'RE SELF!
You got that, just be happy for who you are,
and don't listen to the crap that falls, and sometimes spews
out of the mouths of the ignorant and idiotic.



This is not directed to any commentator or critique of my art.
This is just what I see so many other artists are living with, and living around; at school, in the home, at work, or wherever the trolls and dream crushers lurk about.


I hope you like it.
Thank you for the views, faves, and comments.:heart:

Show
Add a Comment:
 
No comments have been added yet.

Leon shuddered. He was rising towards the surface. He could feel the water pressuring easing on his body. The Tentacruel still held true to its iron grip as it clung to Leon tightly. Leon could feel his assailant struggling with something. The Tentacruel was jerking rather violently as its free tentacles thrashed about through the water. Forcing open his eyes, Leon discovered that the water was turning a shade of crimson. He tasted a copper tint within its mixture and knew that it was blood. Whether it was his, he could not tell. Overcome by exhaustion, his eyes closed again.

***

It was cold. Very cold. It seemed that his body even lack the strength required to shiver. Leon had little feeling in his body at that moment and began to wonder if he was even still attached to it. The Tentacruel seemed to have released its grip from around his body as he continued to float towards the surface. The coppery taste of the water seemed to have grown stronger. It was then that a moment of feeling returned to Leon’s body.

Rather than the iron-like grip of a dozen tentacles, Leon felt himself in the grip of something more gentle. He took a sudden liking to this new contact. Before losing all feeling and comprehension of his surroundings once more, a voice came to him. It was warm, comforting. “You’ll be ‘right, mate.”

***

“Hey! Oi! C’mon, mate! Wake up!” The words struck Leon like thunderclaps, jolting him awake from his unconsciousness. The words were followed by a pair of small hands pressed down on his chest. “C’mon. Up ya get. You’re not hurt.”

From his lying down position, Leon shot up. With the feeling of water clogging his lungs he began to cough until he forced it all up and out of his mouth. He felt a pair of arms hold him as one firmly thumped his back, helping him cough up the water his lungs had taken in.

Leon let his exhausted body rest in the stranger’s arms. His lungs laboured heavily to draw in air. To Leon, it could have never tasted any sweeter; it was something he thought he would never breathe in again. He was cold; freezing in fact. His body trembled and shivered as his wet fur burdened him. He held the stranger close, enjoying whatever warmth its body could offer.

“You got some guts in ya, pal,” commented the stranger. It was a masculine voice with a hint of rusticity to its tone. “It’s not everyday that someone tries to pick a fight with big Bermuda He chuckled for a moment. “Hell, it’s not everyday someone even survives a round with Bermuda” With his laboured breathing beginning to ease, Leon opened his eyes and stared up at his apparent rescuer.

As his vision began to clear, his eyes were met by the face of a rugged Totodile. In the dim yellow light of the dawning sun, Leon could make out most of his distinct features. A black eye patch adorned the right side of the Totodile’s head, concealing a maimed eye. However, it was the other eye that caught Leon’s attention.

Beaming proudly, an emerald green eye stared back at Leon. Almost as though a spell had been cast, Leon felt the cold in him vanish when he gazed into it. “V-vagus?” he whispered. He recognised the Totodile. It was the same one he had looked upon fondly during the performance of his magic show. The same one that was even kind enough to buy him drink at the cafe one day and stay for a chat.

“Yea, it’s me.” The Totodile smiled as he looked upon Leon. “Are you alright, Leon” he asked.

Leon still maintained a hold around the Totodile. He was warm now; he no longer needed to be close to him. Still, Leon could not bring himself to move away from the Totodile. His warm and welcoming smile kept his close. “Y-yes,” shuttered Leon. “I-I’m fine, thank you.”

Vagus exhaled a short breath with a sense of relief. “That’s good.” For a moment, Leon thought that the Totodile would release him, but it seemed that his thoughts were wrong. Instead the Totodile maintained his caring hold of the Riolu and looked away shyly.

Leon thought it was best to start a conversation to relieve the moment of its awkwardness. “I-it’s been a while, Vagus.” In truth, it had only been a few weeks. Even so, Leon had felt a longing to be in Vagus’ presence again.

The Totodile responded with a nervous chuckle. His lone eye flicked back to meet Leon’s gaze once more. “I...guess it has been.” Leon could have sworn that he felt Vagus’ arms tighten around him when he spoke those words. “Life’s been...keeping me kinda busy...”

The silence fell once again, leaving Leon without the slightest clue on what to say next. He found himself overcome by an urge to simply stay in Vagus’ arms and gaze up into his eye. “Erm…cool, I guess.” For a reason that defied his logic, he was beginning to feel slightly awkward; as though this whole moment was becoming silly.

Vagus also seemed to be somewhat agitated. He pulled away his arms. “Ah…hehe. The hug is nice, Leon, but just a ‘thank you’ will do.”

“O-oh…ah...y-yes of course…” Almost by reflex, Leon quickly withdrew his paws from around Vagus, and wrapped them around his chest. “T-thank you, Vagus,” he chuckled shyly. His eyes fell away from the Totodile’s gaze.

With a grunt, Vagus rose to his feet and spent a moment to take in his surroundings before speaking. “Well, I guess we should be heading off.” He suddenly seemed eager to leave.

It was at that moment that Leon noticed something. A small pool of crimson liquid had gathered by his foot-paws. Unable to find or feel any injury on himself, his eyes wandered back to Vagus who had risen to his feet. A deep and bloody gash was visible across Vagus’ side.


----------------

Prev:
Next:

----------------
Collaboration with :iconslydragoon16:
Written by :iconslydragoon16: Team Spartan/The Masked E6 Pt4 ''You'll be 'right' Leon shuddered. He was rising towards the surface. He could feel the water pressuring easing on his body. The Tentacruel still held true to its iron grip as it clung to Leon tightly. Leon could feel his assailant struggling with something. The Tentacruel was jerking rather violently as its free tentacles thrashed about through the water. Forcing open his eyes, Leon discovered that the water was turning a shade of crimson. He tasted a copper tint within its mixture and knew that it was blood. Whether it was his, he could not tell. Overcome by exhaustion, his eyes closed again.

It was cold. Very cold. It seemed that his body even lack the stre

Art by me


:iconpmd-explorers:
Show
Add a Comment:
 
No comments have been added yet.

Personal work.
More practice XC
Show
Add a Comment:
 
No comments have been added yet.