commission for =mutednight with her wonderful character dreamer. :3 i'm sorry, but the mane looks kinda light. *ok it looks white* but that was the problem with the filter. i swear...they were grey. if you want the manip without the filter, just note me and i will give it to you.
Whose to know my world? And whose to share my worry? Mountains rise and fall all the time, And it doesn't mean a damn thing to God, So make believe in miracles instead.
Whose to show no fear? Then cast the first stone at the mirror, And break the spell you put down yourself, And crack your shell right open again, And make believe in miracles, my friends.
Whose to give everything Just to serve what they believe in? 'Cause that's the way you play the game of life. You create the world you want to see outside. And remember what it's like to play God, And make believe in miracles again. Oh, make believe in miracles, my friends.
after i was so depressed, because of my oc aelordar i decided to make me a new character. as you can see: the situation is kinda sad and so am i. ._.
~so this is my new character aphrodite. you can't see her tail, because it looks like the one of a deer and about the dreamchatcher? yes. i thought about that she is chasing all the bad spirits on this world, but the problem is-when everybody is happy, because of the spirits...all the bad things will come up to her. like on this manip where she is finding her dead tribe in the middle of her homeland.
Paperthin Hymn by Anberlin When your only friends are hotel rooms Hands are distant lullabies If I could turn around I would tonight These roads never seemed so long Since your paper heart stopped beating leaving me suddenly alone Will daybreak ever come? Who's gonna call on Sunday morning? Who's gonna drive you home? I just want one more chance To put my arms in fragile hands I thought you said forever Over and over A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion These thoughts run through my head Over and over Complaints of violins become my only friends August evenings Bring solemn warnings To remember to kiss the ones you love goodnight You never know what temporal days may bring Laugh, love, live free and sing When life is in discord Praise ye the lord Who's gonna call on Sunday morning? Who's gonna drive you home? I just want one more chance To put my arms in fragile hands I thought you said forever Over and over The sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion These thoughts run through my head Over and over Complaints of violins become my only friends I thought you said forever over and over The sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion These thoughts run through my head over and over Complaints of violins become my only friends I thought you said forever over and over These thoughts run through my head
This is a request from Engraved.In.Silver for her character Mook. I really like this character, she's really simple, but she's extremely detailed, which I love in a character. I really hope she enjoys this as much as I did making it, because I love working with snow and ice, and this had both. <3
There's a room where the light won't find you. Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down. When they do, I'll be right behind you. So glad we've almost made it; So sad they had fade it. Everybody wants to rule the world . . .
A gift slash half of a trade with my dear friend *Moral-Imbecile of her character Dizalgah. He's a big ole draft horse with a white base and black leggings on. He wears leather chaps. Nah, but he could probably pull that off. I used a friesian base and turned it white with A LOT of serious guidance from my new friend *DevonStudios, seriously, I don't think it would have turned out this well without her. Turning friesians white is an ambitious process. I am so glad to have made this though! I hope you like it, Diz.
I'm waking up to ash and dust I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust I'm breathing in the chemicals I'm breaking in, shaping up, checking out on the prison bus This is it, the apocalypse Whoa
I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones Love to make my systems go Welcome to the new age, to the new age Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
I raise my flags, don my clothes It's a revolution, I suppose We'll paint it red to fit right in Whoa I'm breaking in, shaping up, checking out on the prison bus This is it, the apocalypse