ASKtheARTIST InterviewASKtheARTIST Interview2 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
AskTheArtist InterviewInterview with *JonasDeRo 11/11/12AskTheArtist Interview2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
<thefluffyshrimp> Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is ~thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *JonasDeRo, a very talented artist and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
<thefluffyshrimp> Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, JonasDeRo.
<JonasDeRo> Hello all, the pleasure is all mine!
<thefluffyshrimp> ~Fisharto asks "Without sharing too much of your ways to making environments how do you come up with ideas for painting?"
<JonasDeRo> Hello Fisharto, good question!
<JonasDeRo> I would say my main source of inspiration is traveling. I love painting but I love to travel even more; seeing cities, towns, nature really inspires me in the first
Deaths Diary (Entry 9)Deaths Diary (Entry 9)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I respect a fighter.
I've been in every war that mankind has ever waged, and there is something about a soldier that always makes me admire their tenacity and drive. What is it about this occupation? From a standard view point, it looks like nothing more than a bunch of men with guns trying to kill each other and make my job a nightmare. Yet, that's not what I see at all.
I don't just see barbarians in the middle of a field, ravaging each other like animals trying to destroy everything. I see men with passion in their hearts and fighting spirits. Men who will risk their lives for something that they hold dear and something that they love. Men who come rushing across the battlefields, roaring, bleeding, and even crying as they defend that one thing that they fight for. Sometimes, it's not even a country that they are fighting for, but it's something more personal. In the end though, I must admit that they aren't running at enemies of any kind but at me.
I recall many war
Create Your Own D and D RaceCreate Your Own D and D Race3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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Attitudes and Beliefs
Roleplaying this Race
PDSU - MonsterOrihime sat at the table, her head resting on its smooth cool surface. She had hoped it would help with the faint throbbing that threatened to drive her crazy. It didn’t. She squeezed her eyes shut, her cheeks warmer than before.PDSU - Monster6 years ago in Romance More Like This
She couldn’t believe that she and Szayel…they had…
Even now the whole situation felt surreal. The feeling of Szayel’s lips on hers. His tongue making slow, soft circles into her neck. His fingers pressing into her hips. A shudder ran down Orihime’s spine. Thinking about was not helping.
She sat up, sighing.
What had she gotten herself into? Their kiss wasn’t merely a kiss. It was a kiss. But what did that mean? Was it possible that she was starting to have feelings for—
Orihime stopped herself before she could finish that thought. No. Szayel was their enemy. And yet, the more she tried to deny it, the clearer it was that…perhaps…just maybe...
She crossed the room and lay down on the
i scream softer than i whisperthis is it, mental suicide, social breakdown.i scream softer than i whisper5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a king and queen, a hundred fold.
children pouring from every furnace,
i am unsure what is becoming of us,
or if turning the tables is like splitting spines
or cracking skulls.
shedding lips, crucifix formats for our
daily occasions, waking up next to
sheets marked in chalk, post-it notes
placed around the house of where
we should have held hands, made
love, crumbled into one another.
this is bipolar disorder at it's finest,
"i love you."
point blank sentences, curl them around
our tongues, the royal court reading out
queen of the bipolars,
king of anxiety disorder.
[fuck they've caught us on pages,
a hundred stories long.]
there's our throne, laden in blood, crack
children's eyes across our crowns, the
king's jewels all in a row.
what now. what now. what now.
oh right. time to rule. your hair makes
a finely tuned floss, ripping unneeded particles
from crevices, abyss lovers cradled in tumbleweeds.
After Five Lifetimes" Kurosaki-kun!" Orihime called out with a gasp, putting her hand over mouth.After Five Lifetimes7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She watched as he was tossed across the room, flinching as he slammed against one of the many pillars scattered about. She wanted to run to him, to make sure that he was still okay, but she forced herself to stay. Out the corner of her eyes, sauntering up to the injured boy was...
" You honestly believed you would be able to defeat me, Shinigami?" Ulquiorra said emotionlessly, tilting his head slightly as he glared at the orange-haired teen. He gripped his zanpakuto tightly, pointing the tip of it at Ichigo's throat. " Foolishness. It's that conceit that will bring about your downfall."
Ichigo glared at the Cuatra Espada from his spot on the ground, clutching a gaping wound in his stomach. His face contorted with pain. " You bastard."
" Hm," the green-eyed Espada responded, throwing him one last piercing glance before turn around and settled his eyes on Orihime. " Woman."
She could feel
PDSU - The Butterfly EffectSzayel groaned as he struggled to push himself off the floor. He supposed, in a way, he was lucky Ulquiorra hadn’t used his full strength. Otherwise he would’ve been nothing more than a pile of ash on the floor. Still, getting hit by a cero head-on wasn’t exactly a walk in the park.PDSU - The Butterfly Effect7 years ago in Romance More Like This
He had barely gotten to his feet when Szayel heard Ulquiorra sonido to him. He looked up. Ulquiorra glared, a ruthless look on his face.
“Prepare yourself, Szayel,” he spat. “I’m not holding back.” The moment Ulquiorra finished the sentence he let out another cero, incinerating the spot Szayel had been moments before.
The Octava Espada leaned against one of the walls in the hallway, sighing. But it was short lived. He shouldn’t have needed to use that much energy to sonido. Then again, considering his current state, Szayel supposed it made sense.
“Running away?” Ulquiorra asked, stepping closer.
Szayel scoffed. “It’s not in the na
SupernovaShe only ever wanted a real reason to scream, collecting her tears in jars and hiding them behind Poe and Hemingway; she secretly hoped for an ocean to call her own. She would name it after an aged bird spirit, pain manifested in many a Gods imagebelieving our vast universe formed by the callused hands of artists.Supernova3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"They must have a sick, twisted sense of humor." she said, eyes on the moon.
And I asked her "Who?" curious, because I'd yet to figure her out.
"The Gods; they give dead stars the prettiest of names."
Lovely Insomniait's four AM andLovely Insomnia5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my mind is screaming your name
hoping to be heard
divulgefor the last time idivulge5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
am saying, get me the hell
away from myself
crashonce, happinesscrash6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
was as simple
as silver dangles
on french wires
and frosted pink
then he came
with dark hair
and darker smiles,
his bright blue eyes
lit up when
I walked in
oh, the things
we did in the
(the light of
day would have blushed
had it seen)
we swallowed each
other whole like
bottles of bad
medicine, the kind
that makes fools
jump off buildings
trying to fly
but we were greedy,
gorging on each
other until we
left with him
now I dream
of happiness as simple
as silver dangles
on french wires
and frosted pink
chickenhe so feared beingchicken6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trussed up like a
by her need for affection
that he accidentally
slit his own throat
in his frantic attempt
to escape it
evangelistyour mouth burns mine,evangelist6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stringent as Isaiahs coals,
dropping new truths on my tongue
to slide down my throat
and explode in my belly,
blasphemies that reveal windows
into the domains of unknown gods,
opening doors into strange heavens
I long to enter despite the knowledge
of my coming
EundrickEundrick3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There were things that couldn't be explained, take for example almost always, why is the sky blue or why do things seem to work this way? Life is a box full of surprises waiting to happen, whether it be something day to day or it be an object that blooms and grows within the mind, due to experiences by the person or emotions. These thoughts run in circles across my mind, thoughts seemingly endless, unbound by reality. It intrigues me so, just like a splinter in my mind. One cannot go through the day without thinking upon a thought.
Thoughts can be expressed in waves or circuits, just like a computer data base; a thought racing through the brain, unlimited and full of knowledge, waiting to be uncovered. Even the very existence of thought enthralls my mindset. I sit here thinking of the "code-like" waves, stimulated in the brain. The human mind is vast and mysterious. Seemingly linked together perfectly in the days and commotions o
Digging Deep (III) - Bottoming OutDigging Deep (III) - Bottoming Out10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Back inside her apartment, Reiko had heard Haruhi’s boisterous ultimatum as she made her way to her bedroom. “What was that?” the man on the phone asked. “Er, nothing, nothing Higa. Just some noisy neighbors…” Reiko’s disdain for Yuki and her friends seemed to only increase with every encounter. “So, you were saying?”
“I talked it over with some of my contacts. From what you’ve shown me thus far, I’d say five million yen is a decent estimate.”
“F-five million?” Reiko breathed. ‘I’ll be able to pay off my debt and have plenty of money to spare!’ Something else about the price had the woman thinking. ‘Higa was probably trying to act nonchalant and business-like, but all of those questions…’ “So, you’re
1: Beauty and the BeastHe sees her huddled near the side of the road, the hood of her tattered brown cloak pulled tightly around her wrinkled face.1: Beauty and the Beast4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She rises to her feet as he nears on horseback, her tiny frame hunched over, a crooked wooden cane clutched in her weathered hand.
"Won't you buy a rose, my lord?" She asks, her voice a low cackle that crawls over his skin.
He glares down into her white eyes, the eyes of a blind woman, and the stench of sickness reaches his nose. Her hood falls back from her face, revealing her blistered lips and her ashen skin, marred with the spots of disease.
"Get away from me, peasant." He shouts, disgusted.
She bends one crooked arm and reaches into her basket, pulling out a long stemmed rose, the bud shriveled and black, the petals dry and brittle.
"Please, my lord," she begs, her eyes brimming with tears. "I am but a poor and hungry old woman, with no home or family to speak of."
She lifts the rose towards him, ambling closer, when suddenly she trips and stumbles into t
mutedas the worldmuted6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
goes to sleep
my body sings
a surging demand
to remind me
that I'm alive
and life is good
but you're not here
and my singing flesh
NumbFamily, everybody has one. Some people may have a small, close-knit family. Others may not even know theirs. Mine was large enough to run a circus. See, my mom was one of five sisters, and her mother was one of nine siblings. Yes, nine. Despite two of her brothers dying in WWII, the remaining six had between two to four children each. Including my mom and aunts, the grand total came to a whopping twenty-four. And they had children giving me a total cousin count of eighty-seven, a number that seems to grow by the year. And that’s just my mom’s side of the family. There are so many of us we have to have a family reunion every year just so we won’t forget whom everyone is.Numb6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now, not all of them come to the reunion, but the crowd that does show up is still enough to start our own civilization, and certainly large enough to make my Great-Uncle John’s farm feel like the size of a tennis court. The event felt more like a festival than a family gathering. In fact, there
Tali and Shepard's Citadel Date Part 2 Tali And Shepard's Citadel Date Part 2Tali and Shepard's Citadel Date Part 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shepard laugh at Tali's confused reaction. "I'm asking you if you want to go out with me and enjoy the Citadel as my girlfriend?"
It was a soon as those words left his mouth that Tali had finally realized what he was asking. John Shepard was asking to spend more time with her. In Public. With her.
Suddenly Tali's emotions exploded into utter bliss. She hugged Shepard even tighter than before and began to cry her tears of happiness and replied "Yes! A thousand times yes Shepard!"
"Well that's good because if you had said no I might not have survived the trauma of rejection" he replied with a chuckle. This resulted in a chuckle from her lips as well, replacing the tears of happ
cauterizedcutting you fromcauterized6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my heart is like
laying my hands
coals until my fingers
but I can do
this if it's the
to let you
Shepard Family Stories - Tali's Teatime TagTali: Teatime TagShepard Family Stories - Tali's Teatime Tag3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Aunt Tali!" are the only words she hears before a blue streak rockets into her midsection. Tali glances down as she tries to catch her breath. Little Ayrene looks up at her with sheer joy in her eyes, her arms wrapped tightly around Tali's waist. "Well look at you, I can't believe how much you've grown Aya.
Tali glances up to see Liara standing in the doorway with a bemused expression on her face, her hands placed on the bulge at her stomach. Tali's eyes widen "Keelah, Liara! Why didn't you tell me?"
Liara chuckles, "Shepard figured your reaction would be priceless."
Tali shakes her head, "That little........."
Ayrene finally extricates herself from her. "Can we play Aunt Tali?"
"I'm sorry Aya, I've got to talk to your mom for awhile."
Ayrene looks crestfallen. Tali kneels down to her eye level. "Tell you what, I may not be able to play with you, but how would you like to play with Chiktikka vas Paus?"
She activates her omni-tool and a purple sphere materiali