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~Rawr 82 Meeting Jack the shadesooo, I'm writing this journal mostly because I want you to know that dreams come true. Week ago I was sitting here like that thinking about that I'm going to meet my dear friend tomorrow for the first time in my life, see her being real, hug her for the first time and have fun together for the next 5 days.More Like This
It was so unbelieveable to me, and the whole next day I spent in the car almost fainting because of emotions, then I had to wait the longest hour in my life at the airport.. to became completely speechless.. I can't even describe what I felt using words, because words are so empty and useless, so I will just simply show you the photos:
And yeah.. I was staring at her like a creep not believing my eyes, trembling and completely speechlees.
Then we had to survive a looong drive at night to my city (about 4 hours by car) but it was also amazing time. We couldn't resist to not went crazy e
The Fog"The Fog"More Like This
Every one of us has fog in our lives
Some more than others; some of us choke
And no matter the place where we reside
We're always gasping and breathing in smoke
This fog develops and envelops us whole
Blinding our very sense of direction
We often can't see which way to go
So we hide behind our fog's objections
This air becomes too thick to breathe
From the very moment of our youth
And often hidden below and beneath
Is the very essence of elusive truth
But we can not see all the ideals
Walking around lost in a cloudy haze
So we blindly guess at what is real
Hoping that we have found the way
But opaque roads are rocky and littere
CloudlessI've seen a blind womanMore Like This
Growing cold outside,
An older image of
Our younger selves.
She wears a shard of mirror
And a broken sword
Screaming "Look at yourself!"
She is the scales; she is the statue,
She is what we should have always been,
But she has long since been replaced by greed.
This eternal rain of dust has fallen
Down upon the scales,
And they're broken,
Rusted, and brown...
Falling down
What gives you the right to
Take life away?
In the dawning of our darkest hour,
Who says what's right?
What gives us the right to
Take life away?
While these images are cutting through
A cloudless September sky.
Hall Of Mirrors"Hall Of Mirrors"More Like This
I was once thrown into a hall of mirrors
Surrounding me on every side
I was forced to look deep into my soul
For I had not a place to hide
Every mirror reflected someone different
Some versions were fat or thin
Each version had different color eyes
But none revealed the person within
Some versions were short or tall
Some had me in a tie and suit
Some had me in a summertime shirt
But none revealed the person I knew
Every mirror showed different contrast
And different objects floating in space
Some reflections were lighter than others
But none helped reflect my own face
So finally down on hands and knees
I asked desperat
We're Not Crazy"We're Not Crazy"More Like This
Sometimes I used to think I was crazy
But I could never really tell
For was it wrong to have suicidal tendencies
Even when everything was going well?
Was it crazy to cry alone in the dark
Believing things would never change?
Believing darkness consumed my heart
And my life would be the same?
Was it crazy to stay up all night drinking coffee
Just so I could sleep all day
Just so I wouldn't face the people
Who used me and threw me away?
Crazy people don't know they're crazy
Or at least they aren't meant to know
I can only speculate if this is true or not
But that's how the cliche goes
But then I started thinking
Maybe it'
The Little Girl BlinkedThe little girl blinked and he was goneMore Like This
Unsure if he was ever really there
But she knew that something had inspired her
To do things she wouldn’t normally dare
A teardrop too many he once told her
Had brought him from the shadows of her mind
As those around her began to wander
Across her imagination's fine line
But now he seemed to have walked away
As she found the life she had long sought
He slowly drifted back to the shadows
From her notebook and her beautiful thoughts
And the fools around her carried the spades
Burying him with her imagination
With an epitaph etched on a tombstone
‘Here lies my potential for creation’
Open Heart SurgeryI've got ink throbbing through fissured veins,More Like This
poisoning every atom of my soul.
"Bite your tongue," they say.
How I'd love to chew the damn thing off
and suck down every filthy syllable
just like the rotten bone marrow it is.
They'd all watch as my body spontaneously combusts
and becomes nothing but convoluted karma.
And so I wrote,
"Dear poetry,
Teach me the ways of ripping out a human heart,
and stitching it onto ink-stained parchment."
The answer that came was rasped from a cauterized throat:
"Read your future in the collapsed palm of the stars;
find the abandoned pulse of your lionhearted muse;
steal their conformed scalpel and mak
Please, forgive me.Like lies, you saidMore Like This
I make breathing the cosmos
through rose colored lungs
look easy- vertebrae stretched
toward the moon.
& I'm hanging my bones
out to dry, carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists- my
star burst ankles.
I swore then I'd keep my
black tongued poetry
& uprooted limbs far,
far away from you.
But, like lies, galaxies,
& night fevers, you
are the destination
on my star map skin.
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An idiot! That's all he is.
AJ grimaced to himself, pulling his hood over his head to keep the icy wind from stinging his pale skin and checked his phone.
He didn't even apologize! What the hell is wrong with him? Kissing me and then saying he didn't mean it. That makes absolutely no sense!
The blue-haired teen walked along the sidewalk, turning and ducking into the music store Gage always went to, to escape the crisp air. His eyes perused the room, it consisting of many rows and tables of soundtracks, DVD's, and even some vinyl records. The walls were heavily adorned in posters of famous r
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"Hey, Mom?"
My mother looked up from her book and raised her eyebrows at me expectantly as I rubbed the back of my head.
"Yes, Gage?"
"Do you mind if I go out tonight?"
"And where do you plan on going?"
"Over to Dan's."
"Oh, but of course! That Daniel is such a nice boy," My mother picked her book back up and smiled to herself. "If only you were more like him."
I frowned and ran upstairs to my bedroom to change. Before I stripped, I stared at myself in the floor-length mirror on my closet door. My black hair needed a trim to keep it from falling over my icy, blue eyes. My skin was white as a sheet
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"So where are we going?"
AJ gave me an odd look as we left the club and I shrugged, looking around for Talen. It had taken me twenty minutes to lure my blue-haired friend away from the girls and 10 extra minutes to persuade him into leaving the club. My patience was running out as we walked into the crisp, night air.
Inside the club, I had checked my phone as AJ dramatically came up with an excuse for his new fan club, only to find 3 missed calls… all from my mom. She found out, I just knew she must have. She must have tried to reach me at Dan's. For some reason, my mother finding out wasn't the b
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"I'm going on my jog!"
I zipped up my sweatshirt, as I thumped down the stairs, coming face to face with my mom at the last step. Her arms were crossed and her eyes were fixed on me with a stern glare.
"You're not going to meet up with that emo kid again are you?"
I exhaled with aggravation as I recalled the occurrence that happened a few nights ago. I had lied to my mom about who I went out with and got home late, causing my parent's suspicions to rise and their trust to diminish like leaves in the wind. It was difficult now to even take a step onto the front porch without them sticking their noses i
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"The carnival?"
"Yes!" AJ turned to me, smiling brightly. "It'll be a blast!"
"Well…" I rubbed my hands on my legs nervously beneath the table, looking away. "I don't know if I'll be able to get through my parents."
My blue-haired friend raised an eyebrow at me and crossed his arms.
"It never stopped you before."
"I- I know but…"
"I know what it is."
I suddenly became rigid all over.
"Y- You do?'
"Yep," AJ leaned forward, smiling slyly. "You're already going with someone, aren't you?"
My face burned red and I closed my eyes, exhaling slowly.
"HA!" AJ jumped up, pointing to me. "I KNE
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"Ugh! It's hot! How can you wear that thing? It's like 100 degrees!"
AJ fanned himself and stuck his tongue out, panting heavily like a dog would. I shook my head, smiling as I zipped up my sweatshirt.
"It's 60 out and perfect for a sweatshirt."
"What? It's boiling!"
"You are so over-dramatic." I laughed and stared down the road, my eyebrows furrowing.
"What time did they say they were picking us up?" AJ asked, mimicking me as I stared towards the corner.
"Talen said he'd be here around 5:00. It's 5:30 now."
"Of course, he'd be late," the blue-haired boy scoffed and crossed his arms, sticking out
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Even though I was frozen in place on the seat of the Ferris wheel, my mouth curved into a warm grin.
"You like me?" My voice quivered and I licked my lips, hoping to get a taste of Talen's Chap Stick from them.
"Yeah," Talen chuckled a bit, rubbing the back of his head. "I thought I was straight before I met you."
My eyes widened and I straightened up a bit.
"Seriously? I... I turned you?!"
Talen laughed and wrapped his arm around me as the Ferris wheel came to a stop part way to the ground.
"Well, when I first met you, you were just so cute, what with the red cheeks and the way you were so terribl
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Stopping a block away from my house, Talen put the car in park and stared out the windshield. I turned in the passenger's seat to stare at him one last time, his hazel eyes shifting to me as I smiled a bit.
"I don't want this night to end," I whispered, staring at my hands in my lap.
"Me neither," The black-haired man whispered, caressing my face in his hands. "But… I had a really good time. I'm glad you like me back."
Talen leaned forward and let his fingers sift through my hair as his lips gently brushed mine, bringing me into a tender kiss. I closed my eyes and brought my hand up, tracing Tale
Sadist - Chapter 13More Like This
The six policemen pointed their guns at Zehnder, a little unsure of what to do, as they were in the presence of this intimidating being.
“Hands where I can see ‘em!” One of them shouted out.
Zehnder snarled at them.
“Esther, stay behind me.” He said quietly to Esther, and stood in front of her.
“We can take them on, right?” Esther said back to him quietly, and took her hammer out of her bag, “They’re not so tough!”
“No. Stay behind me.” Zehnder took her hammer from her and tossed it to the side.
“Fine.” Esther grumbled, but obeyed.
“I said
Sadist - Chapter 14 (Final)More Like This
“Zehnder . . ?”
Esther blinked her eye open slowly. She gazed around her surroundings, feeling light headed and numb.
For a moment she thought she saw Zehnder again; killing those cops, ripping them apart one by one. And all the bullets flying towards her, and all the blood, and finally the wail of the ambulance as it sped towards them; then a blinding white light, and then nothing.
Esther looked around more, trying to clear her head. She saw white walls and odd machines. It was all just a memory; she was no longer in the alley, no longer covered in blood, and no longer with Zehnder.
She tried to sit up, to get a better l
Silent FaithMore Like This
Silent Faith
My trembling hands
Don't want to come together
I refuse to feel weakness
Oppress the confessor
I will defy the defeat
Of my body and mind
And my tears will freeze
So I...will never cry
-
I was once told
That I have to be strong
But a child can never grow old
When reminded that every action is wrong
I didn't need to know
That strength was everything
I would have given up a long time ago
Because that is my hollowed instinct
Take back every single breath / Take back those moments I lived
I am not some stepping stone / I am not meant to have a torn soul
You can only push so much / I can choose to give up
You're the only one w
Sadist - Chapter 5More Like This
The next day, Esther is wondering about the tall man again. She thinks she may have approached too strongly, but she was determined to talk with him again. She had the day off today, so she planned on looking for him again.
* * *
Esther walked around the park that she had seen the tall man in. It was still early in the day, but she wanted to see if she could find him. She passed by several people, but not the tall man. She thought she saw him once, but it turned out she was wrong. Plenty of times she smelled smoke, but they were just regular people smoking.
Then she decided to go deeper, Esther found the little dirt path that he was wa
Sadist - Chapter 6More Like This
The tall man stood there, the yellow glaring eyes on his bandanna staring at her. He didn’t say anything, just looked. Esther saw him turn his head slightly, looking at the dead body of Ron, and then back to her. Finally her took the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked it to the ground.
“H-how long have you been standing there?” Esther asked. The tall man stared at her; she was beginning to have a small doubt that he even could talk at all. But then he uttered a short laugh and responded.
“About the time you started shattering the bones in his left hand.” He laughed again, and then was silent. He stared a
Sadist - Chapter 7More Like This
It’s late, and dark. There are hardly any people around, but still Zehnder walked around like he normally does. Esther is following him, joyful that she can finally be with him. Zehnder walked silently, and when he passes by anyone he only turns his head slightly to look at them; they never notice. He seemed to be looking for a worthy candidate.
After walking around for about an hour and a half, Zehnder finally sees someone that he feels like killing. The person seems to be young, maybe still or just out of college. They were walking a large dog, a German Shepard.
Zehnder muttered under his breath “What the hell kind of idiot
Sadist - Chapter 8More Like This
It was a normal night. Zehnder was walking around, Esther was following. So far nothing too exciting had happened. They were walking in silence, and there weren’t many people out either; it was only about eight o’clock.
They were passing by the park, and Zehnder stopped. He motioned for her to stay quiet, and then entered the park. Staying out of the light, Zehnder looked around. Esther followed, trying to not make any noises; such as stepping on a dead leaf.
Zehnder looked over towards a park bench; someone was over there. He pointed at the young woman sitting on the bench, signaling that she was his next target. Esther expe
Sadist - Chapter 9More Like This
Evening of the next day; Esther had just finished work. She walks outside to see Zehnder waiting for her, as he usually does. She smiles and walks towards him as he begins to walk down the sidewalk.
“Anything special today? Or just the usual walking around?” Esther asks, as she catches up to him.
“Yes, actually. Something more exciting, it should be fun.”
“Where are we going?”
“The park.”
“Again?” Esther sighed, a little disappointed.
“Don’t worry; it’s more exciting than those sorry asses that we dealt with yesterday. I think you’ll enjoy it. Yo
Sadist - Chapter 10More Like This
Esther lied face down on her bed. Her face was red from crying, and she was still sobbing a little. What Zehnder had said kept playing in her mind. She tried to block it out; but it wouldn’t go away. She tried to tell herself that he was wrong. But that was the worst part. She knew he was right.
She could have had a normal happy life; playing with the other little children, growing up with friends, being in a home with happy parents. Parents who were alive. She thought about all of the things she had missed. Learning how to ride a bike with her father, learning how to sew with her mother, special moments like family vacations. But no
Sadist - Chapter 11More Like This
In the darkness of the early day, Esther walked quickly. It was almost twilight, the sun seemed like it would emerge from the horizon in a little bit. She sped up, that memory playing in her mind. That regained memory, and the memory of Zehnder the last time she saw him.
Esther looked around; but found no one. No cars, no people, not even a stray cat.
She looked around for anything; any clue or sign at all. Still, nothing. But then, finally, she found something. She saw a small spatter of blood, and then another, and another. She followed this trail of blood to a small parking lot next to a convenience store, only to be greeted by a grue
Leave your past behind.More Like This
I know that you remember all of those bitter moments
But what is it worth for to keep those memories working
They’re not making you happy; they’re just making you hopeless
Then follows depression from the feelings that you’ve let lurking
Because you went through it, but you relive it every moment
When it’s all in your mind and you’re making it a necessary component
It’s just jarring to your heart, yet you keep it for your mind is uncertain
Many broken hearts, from family to friends, something you won’t admit was certain
I’ve been like you, for months to years, having a mind that’s unc
I'll wipe off your tearsTrust me when I say this, everything will be alrightMore Like This
I’ll be here, to comfort you every moment of your life
Cry on my chest if you like, only if it lets you feel right
Because I will always be here, right by your side
I know some things can be unexpected,
And sometimes the bad can’t be evaded
But I’ll try my best, so you can be able to rest
And I’ll try my best to relieve you from stress
Because I care too much to leave you with pain
It tears my heart to see you like this again
You’ve told me to step back, but it's too sad and tiring
I promise you, this will be the last time you’ll be crying
Flash of Lightning, Resonant Thunder:icontechgnotic:More Like This
The Serenely Powerful Art of `yuumei
In the top half of an hourglass, a polar bear and her cub perch perilously atop a wedge of melting ice, its dripping water becoming the "sand" that is inexorably drowning an urban couch potato figure in the hourglass's bottom chamber. The beautiful yet arresting digital painting is "Countdown" by `yuumei and it is currently one of the most popular pieces on deviantART. It is "archetypal yuumei" in its perfectly balanced blending of a striking lyrically beautiful visual with an underlying urgent social or political message.
Her specialty is digital art in an anime style, but she often employs traditional watercolors and other elements. Her cause is saving and preserving what's left of the Earth's wildlife and its environment; she donates large portions of profits from her artworks to a host of wildlife and environmental organizations and urges all deviants and others to do the same. But what has really been her stand-out achievem
Dead I LayWhat would you do if I died today?More Like This
Slit my wrists, would you cry that day?
How would you feel if I died in May?
Dead in a field, in flowers I'd lay.
Who would realize if I died today?
One of millions to turn her skin to grey.
Where would you find me on that fateful day?
Dead in a brook because I'd gone astray?
When would you care that I died that day?
Tomorrow, next year, on that day in may?
Why do I feel this need to pass away?
Lost in this world and full of dismay.
Cry in my name for I have died today.
Bled out the sorrow on this dreary day.
Surrounded by flowers from this past May.
Washed up to shore and dead I lay.
The Golden Man "The sky is beautiful this time of night,"a lonely voice sighed. A pair of honey brown eyes gazed to the purple sky, lit gold by the silver moonbeams. It was early morning, before dawn in Paris and Stephano was awaiting the return of his father from an excavation in the Valley of The Kings.More Like This
He couldn't sleep. He was exhausted but rest was impossible to accomplish. The worthless, broken artefacts scattered decoratively around his bedroom kept him alert. Some things just seemed to tell him to stay awake, to keep guard, to not look away. It was mid August of 1914, the Germans had just declared war on the French. The terrain of his countr
PewdieCry - Carnival of Rust Carnival of RustMore Like This
Rated E because it's just a strange little fluff thing.
D' you breathe the name of your savior in your hour of need,
"Felix!" The brunette stumbled over the craggy stone alley to his best friend. His hands shook violently as they hovered over Felix's body, afraid to touch him. There were wounds - three of them -Straight through his chest. Why did he have to be a hero?
And taste the blame if the flavor should remind you of greed?
"It's not your fault Cry, don't worry about it." The Swede's voice was shallow and rough. It was weak but it was raw with emotion. Despite his body sluggishly draining of his life fo
GratitudeMore Like This
November 21, 2012
I believe in deviantART. Which is to more accurately say I believe in the concept and the reality of the deviantART community.
When in contemplation of the eternal wellspring that is the deviantART project and how it has become the engine keeping my heart and mind on a full burn as I strive to be an upstanding member of the community as well as a helpful architect and eager participant in the conversation -- my thoughts inevitably settle upon my attempts to define my concept of Gratitude.
Marma Lisa by *HenrySchreiber
No matter your medium of choice as an artist, your artistic intentions or the mystic guiding force that has led you to this community, there is one thing all constituent members have in common:
A first step into this world consisted of a simple return to the practice of
Constructive Criticism"Tell me what you think."More Like This
"Of the poem?"
"No, of my face. Yes, the poem."
"I was going to say, because your face is just stupid."
"Very funny. Read."
"..."
"What did you think?"
"Why did you write this?"
"I wrote it for you."
"For me?"
"Yes."
"You make me self conscious when you say things like that."
"I know."
"I'm not worth this you know."
"What does that mean?"
"I am half a girl, and I deserve half a poem."
"That is not true, and you still haven't told me what you really thought about it."
"It's as broken and complex and half hearted as a sad song about the way you feel ink trail between your fingers like it's blood. There
EscapeI've been captive here ever since I can remember.More Like This
I am no longer the young innocent girl that I once was.
I've grown into a young woman.
No mother to teach me how to behave as one.
No father to protect me from the harms of the world.
I had them once…I think.
Before I was stolen.
I've dreamed of the day that I will be reunited with them.
To feel the warmth and safety of my father's arms around me or the loving touch and voice that is my mother.
I'll roam these caverns, trying to find my escape, but today…
I think I've found it.
You Won't Control MeMore Like This
Dear grief:
You strangled me
As I snuggled into your hugs
I remember your joy
Toying with my lungs
Dear hate:
I remember the excitement
The bruises you left
Told me to "look at the concept"
As you sneered at me, you never left
Oh I smiled as you burned my flesh
There I go thinking of the past, it's dead
Here I go feeling no peace, just dread
You'll never get to break me
Emotion's ran me deep
They had prevented me from sleep
I looked elsewhere ignoring them
And yet the emotions tried to brush my lips again
I want to tell you, my sweet emotions,
I used to be yours
The past is, the past
And little by little, I don't know you
The Diary of JaneThere was this book in which she wrote her every thought,More Like This
She remembered every painful memory her mind wrought,
She wrote some words with her own blood,
She would ask herself what is it that she had done.
She wouldn't die for love, nor would she listen to lies,
She would try to find a place for everyone, dig through her personal ties,
Only those who bothered knew her name was Jane,
Only no one knew she was devoured by pain.
Chorus: Her life is no fairytale; the magic has long since depleted,
But in her own mind, she won't let herself be defeated.
She will be herself, and she will walk with grace,
As she falls apart at every s
Take My Hand"Take My Hand"More Like This
Please take my hand
And look me in the eyes
Make me understand
That I wasn't born to die
Don't say those last words
Please don't say its time
I can not concur
Its not time to say goodbye
I feel broken and alone
On many, many nights
But you make me feel at home
Like the stars in the sky
I've watched the world change
I've seen people come and go
Longing to stay the same
But this is never so
Just when things are stable
And at least one step I can take
That's when the cables
Yet again always break
So don't make me sad
Let's run away and hide
And no matter how bad
Together we can cry
Don't bring me down
I'm Not the Marrying KindI'm not the marrying kind.More Like This
I have stones in my hair instead of flowers,
And a rosebush of thorns is more poignant to me.
I'm not the marrying kind.
My words aren't pretty or wise,
And I can't sing about anything but a broken heart.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am the sort of damaged you see in an old recorder,
And the kind of old in an instrument that breaks into a billion pieces at a touch.
I'm not the marrying kind.
Neither neat, nor tidy, nor correct in my behavior,
And yes, I did in fact tell you to fuck yourself.
I'm not the marrying kind.R
What Guys Think"What Guys Think"More Like This
Maybe if I tried a little harder
Or was a little bit smarter
Maybe if I wasn't such a bore
Maybe then she'd like me more
Am I even exciting enough?
Does she like a guy who's tough?
Maybe if my breath didn't smell
She'd like me more I can tell
Does she even like me at all?
Maybe she's more on the ball
Maybe I'm just a fool strung out
Maybe I need less self-doubt
Before she starts to prefer
Another guy next to her
Maybe I'm her only one
Burning brightly as her sun
Maybe I should walk away
And leave her to another's prey
Falling into the hands of a fiend
Maybe I should intervene
Maybe if I applied who I am
POINT CONTEST! 300+ points and more!Alright this is my first contest so let's make sure I get everything right..More Like This
Here is what you'll have to do to enter:
1. Favourite this journal
2. Leave a comment saying you're joining the contest
3. Share this journal with someone (Any way you want, send the link, write a journal for this contest...jam your friend's head into the screen...doesn't matter!)
THE CONTEST:
The contest is a fairly simple one and should be do-able for most people...it is a COLORING CONTEST!
You'll simply be coloring one of my drawings/linearts and the best ones win!
Rules:
1. You have to color 'one' of any of the submissions in this gallery: http://thecoldtrojan.deviantart.com/gallery/41156176
- Which one you do is up to you entirely, so pick one that suits your style the best!
2. This can be done digitally, but you can also print it out and do it traditionally, use whatever means you have!
3. No altering the lines,
- This could make it
Frequently Asked QuestionsI get asked many questions and it can be hard for me to answer them all, so I have compiled a list of questions which I'm often asked in the hope it is of interest to some of youMore Like This
--Making Art--
Where did you learn?
I've taught myself. My Secondary (High) School art teacher told me 'cartoon are not art' and so I had no interest in perusing 'art' classes any further. At about 13 I began to draw every day, less studying, more drawing what came to mind, creating characters and worlds and getting my thoughts and feeling onto paper.
I joined deviantART at 15, and the feedback and critique I've gained through sharing my art online has helped a lot in my improvement. I wasn't born with a 'gift', unless you count functioning hands, I learned through practice. I am nowhere near finished my learning (and never will be) though now I
Anime North 2013 Artist Alley Location Map★More Like This
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D14
:iconaka-shiro: + :iconxhiro:
Anime North
May 24-26, Toronto
Artist Alley @ D14 !!
Assuming that people may find a labeled map useful, I'm doing this again~
Just drop me a comment here with your table location and I'll add you onto the map! Will try to update as fast as I can.
You can right click > open image to view larger version!
A03 :iconyolichan: & :iconslumberybunny:
A16 :iconoceanchan:
A18 :icon32channel: & :iconphibonnachee:
B09 :iconKusumiii:
B11 :iconsugar-thief: & :iconMyEternalNight:
C05 :iconzeekayart:
C06 :iconkai-shii:
C08 :iconreirei18:
C14 :iconikeda:
C17 :iconcloverfirefly: & :iconmegomobile:
D01 :iconawys: & Kenji
D09 :iconperipyrus: & :iconmyku:
D11 :iconyummy-su
Anime North tomorrow-!ANIME NORTH IS TOMORROW~~More Like This
I'm..... so........ scared.............???? Lol I'm nervous about how well I will do.
This is the new print line up I have for this year~
A few people asked, and yes, I will have my old Pony prints year. They are very limited though. This will probably be the last con I am selling them at, so this is your only chance to get them~
And for now, here's a few pics of my crunch time!! >u
Ocean's FAQ (Updated)Hello guys, welcome to the FAQ.More Like This
If you have any questions that aren't on here you may ask me, but please read them throughly before doing so. Thanks!
LAST UPDATED: Mar 17 2012
G E N E R A L
Q. What's your real name?
A. Trying not to give it out so much anymore, sorry heh~;; Just call me Ocean!
Q. How do you pronounce Oshaikeuchi?
A. Oh-shy-ee-keh-oo-chee
Q. How old are you?
A. Secret! Though my birthday is April 24th.
Q. Where do you live?
A. Ontario, Canada :3
Q. How long have you been drawing?
A. About 7 years. I can't really put a specific number on it because I stopped drawing on-and-off a couple of years back.
Q. Do you sell at any cons?
A. Mainly Anime North (Toronto), and Otakuthon. I am going to Anime Expo 2012 and Toracon 2012 as well. You can buy my work online at meloncake.net.
Q. Can I purchase your manga at Barnes&Noble/Chapters/Indigo/etc?
Sorry no, but you can only purchase it through me. It is not offici
Entry examplesEdit: Added more examples to clarify that subject matter DOES NOT have to be nature related; could be about culture, people's hobbies, lifestyle. Doesn't have to be natural landscapes!(scroll to bottom please)More Like This
We won't be strict about the colour of the characters, objects, but the overall picture must give off the impression of the colour you have chosen. In fact, we encourage you to experiment with colours, exploring the depth of toning and lighting using different kinds of colour!
Here are some examples of what kind of artworks we are looking for in terms of colour composition and quality:
Green
Green-Blue
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reunionhe waits.More Like This
you hide.
he comes.
you giggle.
he smiles.
you smile.
he hugs.
you kiss.
he lifts.
you twirl.
he laughs.
you laugh.
he holds.
you hold.
he walks.
you walk.
If you come closerMore Like This
Don't come closer,I'll fall in love.
Stay away,I kill.
This dagger in my hand shines so bright.
It awakes a special thrill.
But you came closer,I fell for you too fast.
You're so close to me it hurts
I trusted you too much,
But words...They are just words.
I want you to know my dreams,
Hold them between your ribs.
You own my every paper-cut,
my wishes and my sins.
I like to bury my head in your neck
And feel your arms around me
I like your fingers in my hair
In these cold Decembers,you're my heat.
I warned you-Stay away
But I wanted you close.
You pulled me to yourself
You're my thorns and I am your rose.
You're my naked t
Sending Me To HellSending Me To Hell:More Like This
I close my eyes, as the black smoke fills the air.
Incense burned to create a semi-choking sensation.
A tiny inkling of the perceived suffering,
But it is enough to make this difficult...
Next, wounds are carefully opened.
Patterns carved into the flesh,
Resembling the nine circles of suffering.
As each begins to form a red river,
An ocean pools beneath my stained elbows.
In the distance I hear the cackling of witches;
Accompanied always by the mad shrieks of those beyond.
Already they can taste the red wine that I ooze
And eagerly, their tongues wag; anticipating the feast.
Concentrate...I have to concentrat
I Can't Devour You, Not YetI Can't Devour You, Not Yet:More Like This
I long to taste the sweetness of your flesh,
To roll your meat between my tongue and teeth.
So many times have I come - so close -
To taking that first bite from your neck.
Yet, there is something about you,
A scent perhaps or a sickly sap.
It turns bitter upon my tongue,
Poisoning it; I am left unable to eat...
Much like the caterpillar, covered in spines,
Each bite would spew only bitter venom -
Numbing my senses and dulling the mind;
It would leave me naught but a gormless wreck!
Even so, despite me knowing of the repugnant taste,
I am drawn toward you, like a moth to the flame.
May my wings crum
Still Life Stills Features BlueBlue is the colour of the clear sky and the deep sea. On the optical spectrum, blue is located between violet and green.More Like This
There are many variations of blue, from the violet-blue indigo, to the dark blue shades of ultramarine, cobalt blue, navy blue, and Prussian blue; to lighter blues; sky blue, azure, cerulean blue, and Egyptian blue. Cyan, or aqua, is the colour midway in the spectrum between blue and green. Other blue-greens include turquoise, teal, and aquamarine.
Some blue pigments and dyes are made from minerals and plants, while others, such as Prussian blue and synthetic ultramarine, have been created by chemists in the laboratory.
Full Article on Wiki here
Little Soldier BoyHe does not fight for the General barking orders,More Like This
Nor for the man in a suit, who sent him across borders...
In his pocket he keeps a single picture, a sole reminder
Like ancient scripture. A home he misses so endlessly,
Tirelessly calling out in his dreams at night. It is the last
That remains on his lips, with his finger pressed upon the trigger.
A single heartbeat, as he sights his enemy; A quiet prayer
To rest in peace. Yet soon it fades, as hope is fleeting;
For the little soldier boy, once marching home.
"Bottoms up buddy, I miss you..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th October 2012
Still Missing YouMore Like This
I thought I was past this,
That I was done feeling this way.
But why is it you that I still miss
And think about some days.
It appears you have moved on,
And I thought I did too.
I'm trying to be strong
And figure out what to do.
But I can't stop thinking about it,
Can't help but remember all the fun we had.
A possibility inside my mind has been lit,
And this idea has been driving me mad.
Could there still be a chance for us?
Could we start it up again?
I don't want to leave what we had in the dust,
So what does this mean for us then?
Maybe I should just come right out
And say what has been on my thoughts.
What happened has
HeartbreakWhen you walk awayMore Like This
I count how many steps you take
As you leave my life forever.
When you turn away from me
I lose sight of the face I
Once thought was in my life forever.
When you don't speak to me
My heart breaks since
I miss the way your voice sounded
When I assumed you were mine forever.
When you leave my heart
The pieces of my broken heart
Are missing you so.
When you're gone forever
You leave heartbreak in your wake.
I never thought it'd hurt that much
When you left.
Days seem likes years without you.
I need you when I cry
Even though I never though so before.
You're out of my life forever.
You've left me with sever
