My deviantART Story.So, today marks dA's 14th birthday and to tell my story, I have featured a few of my friends' work because a persons story is not all to just their own. In order to tell your story properly, you have to include the main characters and supports in it.My deviantART Story.1 year ago in Art Features More Like This
I have been here at deviantArt a long time, 12 years now. It hardly feels that I've been a member of this community for over a decade, I'm hoping because I do not want to feel that old!
This community has inspired me in so many ways because I have watched artists grow, along side of me, into some of the most talented people here.
Art has a way of inspiring your technical skills but so much more than that, how to be as a person in life. It gave fuel a strength inside to deal with the worst that circumstances throw at you; that is something I have learned from the community here whether by watching idly as I read journals and updates or interpreting the beautiful works of art that come glide thru my deviation me
my deviantart storywell, it's part of dA birthday celebration, i figured what the hell. i can introduce myself properly at one pointmy deviantart story1 year ago in Personal More Like This
you know british manners and all :iconlikeasirplz:
i won't lie, Mars came to life out of sever depression. it was my final cry for help and some friends know i call this account my miracle. A year ago i returned to deviantArt after having lost pretty much everything, friends, lover, college, my family had their own lives, they didn't know. By june 21st, 2013, i'd hit the lowest point of my life and i realized something, i wasn't happy about it, i didn't like where i ended up, i wanted out of my self destructive cycle, and i wanted to live. so i wrote my pain out, i picked up my pen again. This is one of my favorite pieces, it was perfect to describe how i felt back then, between frustration, shitty news pouring every
The Bridge Series....Hey my friends!!.. Hope you're all doing fine!!...The Bridge Series....1 year ago in Personal More Like This
I've been randomly posting some pics of "The Bridge" of Guel Park in Barcelona, and it seems that you guys liked it (thanks so much by the way!!) ... I think I'm finally done with this small series... so I'm posting it here so that you guys can see it complete... I know some of you had already seen this pics... but I think it changes a bit if you watch them all together.... Anyways... I hope you like it!!...
And as always, thanks so much for taking the time!!
This last pic it doesn't show much... But the bridge is in the background!
stand alone in my only songoften i see the ravenstand alone in my only song10 months ago in Personal More Like This
from afar and wonder
does he know my name
will the wind blow
only to chill my bones
wires waving from the sound
then memories come foward
find myself once again
with the light my friend
...as i gaze upon the open portal
and wonder what the day will bring
stand alone in my only song
come with me to the unknown
If you Read ThisIf you Read This4 months ago in Personal More Like This
Ok my friends
If you’re reading this
Then you’re the ones
That left the check-box
So I must ponder
At this time
With my art
I have been here
A long time
Am old as dirt
Younger than sand
During that span
Had ups and downs
As all must face
At one time or another
Trial and error
Learn by doing
Baptism by fire
Was my learning curve
Dark to light
Photos to thoughts
Many ways to weave
The many dreamscapes
Dream to dream
My vision has
Become more clear
As a rise upon the ladder
Current Greenwich Time
Am standing still
As time slips backwards
Have I gone blind?
Is my skills gone missing
Is the dreams become
Nothing but a mere blur
My head spins
My heart hurts
To my feet
The climb to be
The best as one can get
Is not a lite task
Some have to work harder
Just last year
My dream flew upward
60 -- 90 golden stars
HeronsThere is a small heronry near where I live. Sited on the bank of the Ladybrook and nestling in tall Scots pines, this breeding colony comes back every Spring to re-build nests, lay eggs and raise its young. I've been lucky enough to watch this annual event over about 25 years. At one time there were as many as 18 breeding pairs, but now, I think the number closer to 9. The local landowner has cut down several of the nesting trees for some unknown reason.Herons7 months ago in Art Features More Like This
The high swaying tree tops with their densely packed needle foliage make viewing of any chicks by the naked eye all but impossible, but a long lens, patience, and a still day can pay dividends. The female herons attend the nest and chicks, while the males fly far and wide for food and for sticks to build and reinforce the nests. The herons are pair bonded, and the females can spot a returning male at about 1/4 mile, letting out a shrill call of greeting. The females also guard the chicks from their arch enemies - the crows, and now als
Postcard #9Postcard #91 year ago in Personal More Like This
Dear Alan, I am leaving. I'm taking the cats too. Just be glad we don't have any children. The fall is as good a time as any to fly the coup and I can't take anymore of your mother's incessant criticism and nitpicking. I've never been good enough for you in her wicked eyes. We had some good times in the beginning and I don't regret it, but I would if I don't get out now. I'm going to Italy with Gino (from the ice cream parlour), he loves me right and treats me like I want to be treated. You haven't made me feel very special for a long time. I've been your cook, your cleaner, I've washed your clothes and waited on you hand and foot. You've been more interested in your work and your fascination with motor-sports than you have with me. I have felt lonely and forgotten. Maybe this is the wake-up call you need. I won't apologise but I hope you realise that you cannot treat another person like you have treated me and expect them to feel loved. No longer y
Quote to help with inspirationClara sometimes ask me if I dream..Quote to help with inspiration2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Of course I dream, I tell her..
But what do you dream about she'll ask..
Same thing everybody dreams about I tell her..
I dream about where I'm going..
She always laughs at that..
You're not going anywhere, you're always wondering about.
That's not true...Not anymore..
I have a new destination..
My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyones..
It’s taken me so many years so many lifetimes
But at last I know where I'm going..
Where I've always been going....Home
The long way around..
Man on the bridgeWhat seemed like hours of honking cars, some even yelling, "jump already!", a long line of impatient commuters crawled past a man that many of them would identify as the faceless stranger that made them late that morning.Man on the bridge1 year ago in Personal More Like This
The railway tracks two hundred feet below the bridge deck blurred in and out of focus through the wet film forming over his eyes and the high wind speeds rattled his grey hoody as the bridge itself softly shook, it's gentle rhythm of movement hovering above the beat of cars driving over the separation in the bridge's pavement.
The ultimate contemplation of a young man in his twenties, who had always been so cautious about inconveniencing others was doing something different this day.
The view below was beginning to look familiar, as though time, in its unraveling, was revealing what always had been the final stretch, the inevitable conclusion to this life all along. His focus switched from his vantage point to the tape he had been playing over in his
Postcard #3Postcard #31 year ago in Personal More Like This
Dear Oleg, the U.K. tour is going well. Last night we played a symphony of Cajun fusion to a capacity crowd in Dunstable. We have a few days off at the moment and visited the stone circle (overleaf). It was really really dull. I can't see what all the fuss is about. It was cold, raining and packed to the rafters with hippy types. However my day was brightened when I found the service station at Swindon has it's own Costa coffee! Fabulous! However they'd jacked the prices up causing Tarquin to quip "Costa fortune!" (He's always been a tight arse!). Everything is expensive here and the people are crude. I like it, I may stay on an extra season. Your friend, Ratzinger.
Commission Guide Version 2.0NOTE: I updated my commission guide, just a wee bit. There's some important information for everyone, even if you've commissioned me in the past (particularly in regards to how I accept payments).Commission Guide Version 2.03 weeks ago in Personal More Like This
WHAT DO I DO?
I make Flash Animations that are drawn using Adobe Illustrator. In the past my commissions have mostly involved shrinking/giantess/vore scenarios, but my gallery of work has expanded to include different subjects and themes like inflation, muscle growth, weight gain, breast expansion, TG, male giant growth, AR/AP, uneven growth, and much more.
Really the only areas that I have an uneasiness of drawing/animating would involve subject matter that is politically charged or graphically violent.
There are a few other areas I wouldn't touch with a 20 foot pole, but I won't go over them here. Just ask me over notes if you have any questions over what kind of content I'll accept.
I can draw characters from various sources such as animes, c
Postcard #12Postcard #121 year ago in Personal More Like This
Alice, greetings from Des Moines! I have now been awake for over 121 hrs (an Iowa State Trooper record). Uncle Hank has had to turn every stone and look in every seedy back alley of Beaverdale to replenish the ever-dwindling supplies. I'm looking forward to your visit next month. I hope your mother doesn't try to dash our plans by taking you on an impromptu skiing trip to Aspen like she did last year. Yeah Doris, I know you'll read this before it gets to Alice! If that douche-bag Rick has moved in already I'm gonna blow my stack. If he has then I hope you read this too, Rick. You gaddam turkey-necked pencil pusher! Alice, sweetheart - Don't forget to ruffle Gunderson's feathers by letting Randy out in to the yard to howl at the moon. Sure do miss that dog. Your loving father.
Postcard #6Postcard #61 year ago in Personal More Like This
Dear Padre, greetings from the Cardinal State! The tour is going well although not without it's hiccups! Mainly from Mary-Pat who has insisted on drinking constantly since we left Ohio. The rest of the band is praying for her return to sobriety, but we have to admit she lights the stage up and nails every performance when she's been on the Wild Turkey. We ran out of dulcimer strings in Michigan so had to drop a few traditional mountain songs from the set for a few nights. Audience numbers are dwindling here in Illinois and I'm afraid I will have to ask you for more cash to see us through to New York. T-shirt sales are up though (the one of you holding the rooster was incredibly popular in Arkansas) and we have enough to feed all the habits for at least two more weeks. We go on stage again in a minute here in Springfield so I will bid you good night, God bless from all of us in the troop. Fond regards, Sister Bernadette.
I Needed You Last NightI needed you last nightI Needed You Last Night1 year ago in Personal More Like This
I needed you to make me hurt.
I needed you to come and push my body
which means pushing my mind.
I needed release.
I needed you to make me uncomfortable
to take me to an edge
and then take me over it.
I needed to shake
and be scared
and to have you there through it all.
I needed you last night.
I needed to be held
to feel your arms around my body
feel my back pressed up against the soft skin of your stomach
to feel the weight of you
heavy and safe.
I would have taken either
the gentleness of being held by you
or the harshness of being pushed
and the sting of pain
I needed you last night
And maybe someday I'll trust you enough
to tell you that
Postcard #8Postcard #81 year ago in Personal More Like This
To whomever now owns this house. The floorboards are rotten, the hinges are squeaky, the roof tiles are broken, the structure is warped. On top of that the neighbours are nosey, the weather here's lousy, the cattle are noisy, the Preacher is a Calvinist, the nearest shop is 3 miles, it's closed on Sunday, Wednesday and Christmas. The glass needs replacing, the wall paint is poisonous, the asbestos in the lagging is exposed in various rooms upstairs. There was a double murder in your house 12 years ago and Sheila Pitts from next door swears blind the place is haunted. I thought it best to let you know what you're up against before you settle in. Feel free to pop round for a cup of tea anytime you like. Elsie Savage (No. 22 red door.)
AliveLocking eyes with beautiful strangers,Alive1 year ago in Personal More Like This
locking horns with brothers.
Looking for prisons to escape from
Drama in one form or another
Postcard #4Postcard #41 year ago in Personal More Like This
Dear Buddy, your Uncle's funeral was morose and sober, as one would've expected. He has not left you the Cadillac as you insisted and inferred. He instead has bequeathed you his entire collection of rare quail eggs. This fact is all I had to amuse me the entire weekend. I got the Steinway but he knew I couldn't afford to move it and besides, there's no space in my apartment anyway. It will remain in the ancestral home he stole from our father. I may just turn up every day to play it, just to grind Aunt Clara's gears! I missed the train back so I've had to buy a bus ticket. It irks me that you will get a lot of pleasure from this, knowing how much I hate the bus. Enjoy yourself all you can because I'm bringing Cousin Frankie back with me and he says this time he wants his money with "No excuses!" We've ran out of cash and have had to survive on the quail eggs since Rochester. See you Friday, Trent
Postcard #5 (in response to Postcard #2)Postcard #5 (in response to Postcard #2)1 year ago in Personal More Like This
Dear Trigger, I miss our times together, out on the open range without a care in the world. To be honest though, my singin' voice ain't what it used to be and some days I can't even get out of the bunk. Doc says the procedure was a success but I'll never ride a horse again. I hate to break it to you like this, but I think your dreams of teaming up one more time and heading to the High Sierras are shot. If Zeke Petersen gives you any trouble buck him and run for the creek. He can't swim neither, so take him out to Chesapeake and drown his sorry ass if he gets too big for his boots. Send my regards to Margaret and Hank. Be seein' ya, Roy.
Yes“Yes”Yes1 year ago in Personal More Like This
It was a slow burn.
A simmering arousal all week, talking to this guy, this stranger who not only seems to be a sensual person, but someone who purports to be looking for intimacy, not just sex, but also someone who knows the scene. Like, really.
So all this factors in, and my own space and physical desires and it’s late Friday night and I decide to just take the phone into bed, rather than lying on the couch.
I think in some ways I know what this means, I know where I’m going with this but I slide into bed anyway, clothes off, already aroused and tingling from the sexual questions, the conversations we have scattered in amongst the other talk, my body already keyed up and … like I said… simmering.
I don’t know what we’re talking about but at some point I roll over onto my stomach and something presses up against something else and all of a sudden things feel really good. I don’t say anything, just take a moment o
signpostYesterday I needed to be somewhere but I was unable to go.signpost2 years ago in Personal More Like This
There has to be someone, at some point in your life there has to be someone who has an affect.
It may take years to realise who they were or are, hopefully you discover it was them while they are around.
But there has to be someone to influence who you are, to set a standard, an example.
Someone you want to be worthy of, who you use as a measure - a yard stick.
There has to be someone who by their acts, words or values makes you see the meaning of being true.
They may never know that they were the one, the someone, that gave you an insight to the real meaning of being human.
Being strong but not brutal, caring but not soppy, true but not rigid, faithful but not dogmatic.
Yesterday I needed to go to the funeral of my someone.
The headmaster of my primary school passed away. He was a true giant of a man.
The kind of headmaster they don't make anymore.
Not a manager with his eye on league tables or kpi's.
Every autumn he helped th
Postcard #7Postcard #71 year ago in Personal More Like This
Dear Mom & Dad, I know you were both hacked-off with me about dropping out of nursery to join a metal band but I now know I have made the right decision. The guys in the band are looking after me and making sure I am fed the correct formula. Skinface (the lead singer) wants to move me on to solid food as soon as we complete the North Western circuit of the tour. Humper (the bass player) has been changing my diapers regularly and tells me I'm the most vicious drummer this side of Winnipeg. I realise you must've been worried but I beseech you not to come out here on the road and try to persuade me to come home. This is a dream I have to follow. Some nights we earn $500 each! I will send some money back soon, maybe Dad can get that lawnmower he's been hankering after and Mom can get herself a couple of new outfits from K-Mart. I know how you love those acrylic pant-suits. Look after each other and don't worry, Satan (the guitarist) is looking
Postcard #2Postcard #21 year ago in Personal More Like This
Dear Roy, the winter has been tough in Odessa. We had a storm blow in last week, took the stables with it. As you can imagine, this has caused issues. Hank often mentions you, usually in his sleep. Other than that the bunk-house has been pretty quiet without you. Old man Petersen is on his last legs and that peckerwood son of his is itching to get his greasy paws on the reins. Margaret sends her love. She is trying for a position at the summer fayre again, don't 'spose much'll come of it. Same thing every year. Well, that's about the long and short of it, looking forward to your visit in spring. Regards, Trigger
His MarkI already knew he'd left a markHis Mark1 year ago in Personal More Like This
but it's fading to purple,
no longer a reminder each time I stretch my neck
leaving me only to wonder how many days I'll be wearing a scarf,
high necked shirts,
keeping my hair down at work.
It's the new ones I keep finding that surprise me.
The new marks
on the skin he says is so soft beneath his fingers
skin I know takes his marks easily
like the one on my thigh that rubs if I walk a certain way
my mouth was there.
Another I found
as my fingers ran over the skin under my arm
and my nipples
one still sporting marks from seven nights ago
hardening in the cold air
and surprising me with a sting
just like he said they would
none of it
none of them
I knew it was over the moment he asked if I was on that site.
Flash Fiction: Starry Night, Letter to TheoBreaking news!Flash Fiction: Starry Night, Letter to Theo1 year ago in Personal More Like This
New letter from Vincent Van Gogh to his brother, Theo, found detailing Starry Night's unique perspective. Telescopes found to be the true reason the stars shone so brightly in the famous painting, to be displayed at The Museum of Modern Art beneath original painting.
Found in a desk by new owner Molly St. Claire, the desk was thought to belong to J. J. Isaacson, friend of Theo and long time admirer of Vincent Van Gogh's work.
Published by Isaacson in the August 1889 issue of De Portefeuille, a Dutch periodical, "Who will interpret for us, in form and colour, this great and mighty life that is achieving more and more self-confidence in our century? I know one man, a man who has gone his own way, a pioneer, struggling on in the darkest night, and posterity will do well to remember his name- Vincent."
The letter, unnumbered yet, is currently on display at the Museum of Modern Art until fur