Your life is a boat
Wandering the desolate seas.
But then nothing.
Until the heavens open.
The seas waves grow and grow
Hitting your mast,
What guides you
pulling you on your right path.
In the dark deep waters
Lurks a demon.
A demon so big
It will swallow you whole.
until your last dying breath.
Your worst enemy.
It will wrap its deadly tentacles around you.
Squeeze away your pleading scream.
It's your life's worst enemy.
ChangeMy very worst enemyMore Like This
Is that girl I used to be,
And she visits me at night
But I am stronger now,
And I will fight;
I will never be her again.
Everyone can change;
'We shed as we pick up' -
Shed the bad
And pick up the good
To be the best you could
That's So Gay"That's so gay,"More Like This
Is what you say,
You've pushed one
Of your friends away.
"Oh no, honey,
Boys don't play
With Barbie dolls."
By enforcing gender roles,
You are killing
And telling them
That you'll love them no matter what*
Don't push your loved ones
With things you do or say,
Because words hurt;
But they hurt most
From the mouths of
The people that told you,
They'd always love you.
Saying, "that's so gay",
Or making them behave
In a gendered way,
Is telling them
That it's not okay
To be something
They can't help.
(And even if they could,
And it will hurt them
And every time you're together,
They'll be wondering;
"Am I wrong?"
"Do I really belong?"
Every time you say something like,
"That's so gay",
You burn someone's trust away.
And you can't build anything back
I Have ItI can hear it in my heartbeat,More Like This
Feel it in my bones -
Things are changing
Inside of me.
I want the world to see
All that I’ve got to give,
And I’m going to live
Like I am the master of my own destiny.
Because I am.
I’m sick of just dreaming,
Of just scheming.
I’m going to do.
All those people who said
I would wind up forgotten and dead;
I dedicate my ambition to you.
this is a warning.i.More Like This
The first thing you need
to know about people is this:
If you cut off our head,
we will grow two in its place.
We will divide and conquer
until there's nothing left
but tiny gaping mouths,
clacking and salivating
at the crumbs of an empire.
They tell me hurt is like
a paper cut:
quick and forgotten,
Hurt is the first step
off a balcony,
the first gasp
in a chain reaction
screaming from the railing
to beyond the pavement.
When I finally hit the ground,
I looked up and saw my halo
dangling from the edge,
He said, she said,
I wanted, he lost, she won,
I ruined this, I broke your heart,
he left me,
I miss you.
This is nothing new.
Your tragedy is always
what's it like to realize
every slash on your soul
has an identical twin?
What's it like to know
you're going to die
the same way everyone does:
scared and alone?
We are disposable.
The hydra g
The Girl He LovesThe girl he loves is midnight, like the blue of the sea cradled by the moonlight.More Like This
The girl he loves is verdant, the very green of the hill kissed by the summer delight.
The girl he loves is coral, as pink as the roses that grow in his mother's garden.
The girl he loves is crimson, red like the autumn leaves that lay abandoned.
The girl he loves I can never be
Because he's allergic to violets,
And violets are too much like me.
Poem- Seven Deadly SinsThe heavens start to cryMore Like This
Cry out for them to stop or at least try
It's not supposed to be
what is coming from thee
Those tears are not meant to be shed
By those of which they are breed
The things that cause things to fall
Once those tears fall it's quite a task to stop them all
For just seven tears that fall
There are seven million that follow after it all
Other seek comfort
In a way that comfort should not be sought
Going against everything they were taught
The urge to indulge themselves in tainted pleasures
Lovers find themselves other treasures
Being overcome with desirable craving
Forgetting morals and all their raising
Have you not cared
Pain is created, given, and shared
Pain can be healed
But the pain in oneself may always be sealed
Bread is given on ones call
Because it is one for all
You want to let out a curse
For it is that, which is reversed
Drowning sorrows in food
More or less, depending on the mood
being a senseless glutton
Or as others say 'Not think about nothing'
SuicidalBlood flows from our wrists,More Like This
Making our hands turn into fists.
We only feel the pain and sorrow,
Have we given up hope for a better tomorrow?
The rope is hanging from the ceiling,
Helping us end that miserable feeling.
The pills are scattered across the floor,
Maybe we need to swallow just one more?
Others might refuse to see the cruelty of life,
While others try to end it by the knife.
Trying to get out of this cruel dream,
Sometimes all we can do is scream.
There are others like you out there,
You might not yet know where.
But they try to overcome it,
That's something not all will admit.
Every one of us needs a helping hand,
Facing these torments alone is something none can withstand.
But we would first need to admit and ask,
Be willing to take off this smiling mask.
Before we get to help to finally smile again,
And get rid of all this pain.
Theme Prompt - ExpectationsHeart pounding, breath hitchingMore Like This
Adrenaline coursing in my veins.
Hopes and fears, desire and love
Crystallize in this timeless moment.
Expectations arise and are met
As passion bleeds through us.
Kisses and caresses flow
Promises made and kept.
As we learn each other and
Smile at the knowledge
Without You.And as the blood runs off of this blade,More Like This
And drips out onto this far out glade.
I really wish I'd told you no,
I really wish I had told you "don't go".
And as the tears ran from your eye,
I wish I could've made them dry.
But right now I wish more than anything,
That you were mine, because I am nothing.
she knows her paper cuts by name.Rose bloodMore Like This
on her tongue
reminds her of yesterday's.
A heart's hoarded secrets,
love me pretties, &
scarlet letter dreams.
do these boys know
of the bitter winter
like a blizzard
in her veins?
The sharp edges
or the crisscross
of origami limbs?
as deep &
as the ocean;
Monsters and DemonsI think I'm pretty,More Like This
Don’t even think that.
I think I'm thin,
But you’re actually fat.
I think my friends
No they don’t, they loathe you.
If fact, no one likes you!
Why are you so mean
I AM YOU!
I am the voice,
Inside your head,
That makes you scream.
I am the monster,
That crawls into your heart,
And gnaws on it,
Until you bleed.
Until you cut.
Until you swallow
The internals of your poisons,
Tiny pill by tiny pill.
Until you fall asleep,
But never wake up.
Then I am finally silent.
But yet you’ve ignore me.
Sometimes you have.
Some days you go on,
Like I am never the bit of fragment
Of the sick twisted imaginat
12-21-12The Mayans said it first, butMore Like This
tea leaves said it second, her palm
said it third, and the boy
down the road, the one with the blue,
blue eyes, said it fourth.
The world was going to end and she
could not be happier.
Her affairs were easy to arrange:
money sealed into envelopes,
the microwave unplugged, and one
last kiss for the blue-eyed boy.
She called her mother,
and her mother did not answer.
(But she did not expect her to.)
That evening she hid beneath
a blanket with her dog and told stories
about the good times and the bad times
(but mostly the bad times, and how
now there would never have to be
bad times ever again).
Then she went to bed, heart lighter
than light, winged with hope,
and woke up crying.
Baby's lullabyall of the children went to their beds,More Like This
a soft starry light guarding their heads;
hush now baby, don't you weep,
silence is just music put to sleep.
Shy moon,i've got love carved into honeysuckle wrists,More Like This
a murder of crows in my throat,
& a pack of wolves at my back.
i want to know truths behind these myth eyes, &
the distant galaxies under your fingertips.
but, love me. love me, Love.
show me what's beyond Grimm fairy tales
spare me your ribs;
this skyscraper heart
needs a place to go.
NecromancyShe replaces her wristsMore Like This
with the sharp thorns
of roses and slurred
as she speaks
in an old tongued
language that whispers
She collects stars
on her knuckles,
& her dust eyes
are sad moon nebulas
starved for love.
But, the kisses
she sinks into the curve
of her lover's ribcage
by night, warm that
A contest entry story-A contest entry story--More Like This
Not part of Flame points!
Darkness… that’s all there was. The sound of wings pulsating against the air was all that could be heard. The faint smell of orange blossoms filled the vicinity, injecting the nose with its pleasant aroma.
A faded glow then appeared, its shimmering aura filling the once dark abyss. It gave off a warm radiance, coming closer into view until an image of a small glowing butterfly came into sight. It twirled around in the circles, polishing its wings against the air, propelling it forward and showering the abyss with its gold dream-like dust.
Walking closer, Seine watched the butterfly. It stopped once it sensed her presence and hovered in the air in front of her. It’s iridescent gold dust sprinkling down towards the dark floor.
She curved her lips, exposing her teeth to the air in a smile. Reaching out, she touched the insect and the darkness was weakened as her tail began to glow
Feeding despairThe longer I smile this bland, bloodless smile,More Like This
The more my eyes see the darkness beyond,
Enclosing a realm of sorrows within my breast.
I let it thrive, a welcome nightmare
Feeding the source of despair beneath my eyes.
The longer I play this long charade of lies,
The more I vanish, soon be be gone,
Disappearing with my cold breath of snow.
More ashes swirl into the nascent night
Now that I've let myself fall into the abyss.
The longer I watch these sweet dreams pass me by,
The more I remember reality and how it came to be:
That I'm small and fragile despite this façade,
That I'm not nearly as brave as they believe.
Confusion and fear will be my demolition.
For I am not this puppet I fashioned out of hurt.
I am not the beacon of strength I long to be,
And I let myself fall into deceptive sands,
And settle not into what stuff I would rather be.
What I could do always brings me to my knees.
The ArtistA serene melodyMore Like This
Played by the instrument of sky and painted into the world by sweeping clouds
Brush strokes in the evening and wonder in the closed eyes of the waking world
Wonder in the dreaming hearts of sleeping people
As the beat of harmony takes up
Eyes open, hearts awaken
And life is awake
An arpeggio in gold and light
A tune carried in a hand basket
As the maiden sun dances in the air
Our instincts glow with warmth
Meet new people
Talk to old friends
The broken dawn of a brand new day and a fiery hope for all those who look upon the searing sky
The embrace of a night lost
And the wonderful song of a new day dawning
A wooden flute plays a single note
And the crowds fall silent
No crowns are shoved around
And the disputes of opinion stop and listen
To the grace of the wind on the world and the rattling of the awakening morning
And the beginning of a new piece
Where all know peace and strife has no place
But the artist is given poisonous words
Words so agonizing, so insidious
Protect yourself against fraudAlthough, as an active member of the community, it's nearly impossible to have missed this huge issue, I think it's very important to warn people for this.More Like This
What happened is a large case fraud in which apparently one user (under multiple names) scammed several members of DeviantArt community. Leaving some people as much as $3000 in debt!!! Money they, most likely, never see back.
Even though the user is banned by DeviantArt now, there's no reason why it won't happen again.
After all, the problem is caused by a loophole in PayPal's rules. So basically everybody that's using PayPal for its business (and that's a lot of us) is at risk.
People doing commissions
People selling adoptables
To understand where all of this comes from, it's first of all important to know what a PayPal chargeback actually is.
This video offers a proper explanation of what chargeback is, and what it should
Lackadaisy - PatreonI've recently left my job in the game industry so that I could focus more of my time and attention on Lackadaisy. Patreon is my weapon of choice in trying to see this to fruition.More Like This
If more Lackadaisy comic updates, illustrations, tutorials, mini-comics, books and other things interests you, please do check it out!
Notes on Character Design
I received the question pictured below at my tumblr blog. In case it's useful to anyone here, I decided to go ahead and use this otherwise dormant journal to share the article I put together in response.
Character design and drawing are tome-sized topics and even if I had all the answers (I don't - I have a lot to learn), I'm not sure I could communicate them effectively. Here are some thoughts an ideas that might help, though.
First, some general things...
Let some of that anxiety go. This isn't a hard science. There's no wrong way,
EncouragementWhen I started out on DeviantArt, I used to be one of those artists that thought I could never do art properly.More Like This
I'll start saying that I spend most of my childhood getting only little encouragement.
My parents were, like many other parents, convinced that art wasn't that much of a useful skill since it's nearly impossible to earn money with -- and would've liked it if I spend my time doing something more useful instead. At school I was that pathetic kid without friends. Creative, yet very introverted. The one that gets bullied in the schoolyard. Needless to say; it was rare to find people saying something nice about me, and it was even more rare to find someone actually encouraging me.
Back then, I used to believe that I was alone. I initially signed up to DeviantArt to find people with similar interests. But it happened to change my mind along the way. When I came into contact with other artists, I came to realize that there were in fact many people just like me. People th
Second ChancesHe wandered the desert, rifle slung over his shoulder. The sun beat down hard on his loosely-clothed form, making him sweat hard. He pulled the akubra down further, the brim shading his eyes. The sunglasses were cracked, and the pants were torn. He wore no shoes, the sand shifting hot under his feet. He walked with a purpose back towards the bases, lingering in the distance.More Like This
The gods had granted him a second chance, and he wasn't going to waste it.
When the blood had curdled in his veins, he had left behind two young daughters, a grieving lover, an injured friend, and much more. He had heard a voice, whispering in his ear about a war and the fate of an entire universe. He had woken up with a rifle and a massive headache in the middle of the wastelands, expected to hike back and prove his worth.
He had so much more to fight for now.
He couldn't afford to lose.
Not this time.
The ListAnother ten painstaking minutes of lecture went by. The girl wasn't quite sure what she was still doing there, sitting in class trying to hold it together. Truthfully, she loved the material that was being taught; statistics was a rather fascinating topic, while the teacher was nothing short side of a saint. Nevertheless, she found herself nodding off, struggling to maintain focus if not failing to altogether.More Like This
A darkness suffocated her thoughts as positivity became nonexistent. Sitting through the monotonous sounds of a classroom, her mind engaged in all but academics. Instead, her conscious entered a state of warfare – a fight to distinguish truth from a painful barrage of lies that seemed too real. Before she was fully aware of her circumstances, a voice caught the young girl off guard – its words backing her spirit into a corner, crushing her feeble confidence.
“You're worthless. Unwanted.”
No... She thought in horror.
“A burden,” it replie
DronesMore Like This
Choose any media or medium and there is no question that Drones have become the white hot center of debate for a multitude of deeply consequential concerns for the entire Earth Sphere. No matter the digital end point or theatre of conversation, whether it be politics, war, privacy, pop culture, or the rise of machines – Drones or UAV's (unmanned aerial vehicles) are the current catalyst du jour in any number of flashpoint discussions. From the front page headlines of news outlets around
Starving ArtistShe held an aquamarine crayonMore Like This
in between her chubby little fingers
Her small hand swallowed it
A glow enveloped her cyan eyes,
like firecrackers on the Fourth of July
She scribbled wildly,
with no direction
She held a marigold pencil
in between her slim fingers-
no longer chubby, but she thought they were
Her collarbones smiled through her skin,
even though she did not
But she still doodled,
eating her mistakes
She held a ballpoint pen
in between her brittle bones-
they were supposed to be fingers
Her ribcage protruded like shelves at the market,
however held no food: only pain
But she still drew,
and devoured the ink
She was a starving artist,
and art was all she ate.
Going to China!It's been almost five years since I last visited my homeland, and I'm excited and scared at the same time.More Like This
My last visit in 2009 left me a bit traumatized but I think I'm okay now. My stepmother and half brother in China had tried to kill me with a kitchen knife. I was shaking and crying when I escaped in a taxi that night. After that event, I couldn't feel safe anymore. I changed my flight to return to the US sooner, and never wanted to go back again.
But that's in the past now. I miss my grandparents and other relatives. I miss the food, the cicadas, the unique mountainscape of Sichuan, and ever dwindling bits of the old city that's quickly being replaced by skyscrapers.
I'm looking forward to seeing how much China has changed. Though I'm not looking forward to breathing that air. Air pollution is such a constant health hazard that I had to buy hundreds of dollars worth of respirators for me and my grandparents. I will also be buying air purifiers (that's another five hundred dollars
My Official WebsiteSo I finally smuggled away some time to slap together my own web-page.More Like This
This is your one-stop shopping destination for my absolute favorite subject: Me.
From there you can buy prints, see commercial and personal art, get booking information and even contact little 'ol me if you feel like it.
And why wouldn't you?
You can even see abandoned or rejected magic card sketches and rough unfinished randomness.
I hope you and yours all had wonderful and safe Holidays.
Collection: Fall LandscapesMore Like This
There’s something about the brilliant colors of the dying leaves of autumn that reflects the wonders and the sorrows of life. It’s as if by waking up each morning into this beautiful world of natural colors, we are being given our bittersweet reward for surviving another year on the planet. We are regaled with a brief seasonal ceremony of the turning of the leaves, nature’s gift for our eyes as a promise she will soon return after her yearly rest. And then it’s time to let winter’s grey pallor unfold over us in blankets of dark cold rain and bright brisk snows; we sleep, the autumn’s leaves having promised
Commissions Contracts: A Must Have. Yes, there is a lot to read and Yes you should read it. Copy it, paste it and edit it to suit your needs as a commissioner or commissioned artist. Protect yourself by drafting a contract and understanding it.</a>More Like This
It has come to my attention that many deviants commission their work and hold proceedings entirely over deviantArt. In the case that your client/commissioned artist begins to use and distribute your work illegally you will need to have a greater standing than simply a bunch of e-mail print outs if you are to go to court over the matter of misuse. Often the matter is over misunderstanding, which a contract will also help clarify for both parties.
I cannot stress how important it is when doing commissions to have physical signed copies of an Artist/Client Commission Agreement or at the very least a signed confirmation of engagement. It takes longer to organise, especially with overseas clients, but it protects the rights of both parties to the work and is worth the day or so
So you want to do requests?A basic guide to taking and making requestsMore Like This
Just like when taking commissions, requests also require a bit if organizing. And I hope that in this article I'll be able to help answer a couple of questions regarding requests.
Previous article: "So you want to do commissions?"
If you find the article informative, please it.
First things first
If you're reading this article, you're probably thinking of opening up requests. Whether it is to improve your art, or to have some samples ready to move on to commissions: various people take requests for various reasons. Just take a gander through the Projects-forum and you'll see just how many there are.
Just like with commissions, it's important you decide what you'll be taking requests for. And whatever your choice or reason, be prepared for a lot of people to find their way to your page
So you want to do commissions?A basic guide to setting up commissionsMore Like This
When it comes to commissioning, there is so much that needs to be decided, arranged and thought of that it can all appear a bit daunting at first.
However: when following a couple of basic guidelines, setting up commissions really is not as hard as you think!
If you find the article informative, please it.
First things first
So you have decided you want to start doing commissions. That's great!
The first thing to do is to determine what you want to offer.
Do you want to offer drawings, or designs?
Will you be coding journal-skins for people, or will you be pixeling?
Take a look through your gallery and try to determine what you do best and what you like to do the most.
Because that will most likely be what you'll be offering.
Stick to what you're good at.
Don't promise what you can't deliver when someone is paying you for it.
Now that you've mo
Things I learned at: The Industry Workshops 2014Holy shit amazeballs... this past weekend....More Like This
But let me start of by shortly telling you what the industry workshops actually were.
(The artwork in this journal are from some of the lecturers.)
What is: #IW_14?
The Industry workshops took place last weekend August 29 to 31 2014, at 2 venues both located at Hoxton Square, London United Kingdom.
It was organized and hosted by a group of industry professionals in the fields of concept art, matte painting and illustration in film, games and freelance.
Let me name the people that profited the lectures and demo's from 10 in the morning to 8 in the evening, ending with a 1+ hour QA session as seen on the picture below.
(Not in the same order as the picture)
Alex Brady, Alex Heath, Alex Negea, Andrei Riabovitchev, Björn Hurri, Dave Neale, emrah elmasli, Jama Djurabeav, Jon McCoy, Jonas De Ro, Kan Muftic, Levi Peterffy, Mark tompkins, Nadia Mogile
Where to get started before you can apply for workThere is no such thing as suddenly knowing when you are ready to turn yourMore Like This
passion into your profession. But there is a way of measuring your chances on being
able to get work and eventually sustain a living from it.
Accepting commissions or freelance for low payment won't help you. You can think any penny counts, but it will lower the worth of your work and damage the market.
How to measure that you are ready?
You probably have high goals, but they are usually not your first step. You must search out the clients who can be that first step. Often found in the card game industry, book cover illustrations and smaller game company's.
Look at the artwork shown by a company such as the card game company: Fantasy Flight games. Compare your skills with the average of their artworks. If it matches yours, you will have a chance. However, keep in mind that those artworks had been done in a limited timeframe, usually within 12 hour
Are you on the right track? + Fuck Talent!Am I on the right track?More Like This
This is a thing people often wonder and think it's a complicated to find out, but it is actually pretty simple. It's a different question you need to ask yourself based on different topics.
As for: Fuck talent! You'll find it if you scroll down
Topic 1: Am I on the right track to becoming a better artist?
Does your work from today, look closer to your initial goal than your work from last week? (this needs to be both in skill and idea.)
Good skills: Honing your technique, training you muscle memory, being more knowledgeable about your tools and art rules. With art rules I mean: Perspective, form, light, texture, composition.
Good ideas: Storytelling, characteristics, charm, emotion and design. Not just making things look polished but also convey something more, something that brings it to life and speaks to pe
So tired of not achieving what you want?So tired of not achieving what you want?More Like This
Everyone has something they really want dearly, a career, to have a certain loved one, to be able to make certain things...
The most common one among us artist are:
- I want to be able to draw better
- I want to be able to draw like "this"person.
- I want to earn money with my drawing.
- I want to be able to draw what I imagine in my head.
- I want more people to appreciate my art.
- I want more feedback from artists I admire.
- I want more..
- I want better....
All this wanting.. dreaming of... hoping for.
How about doing it!! With these sort of "wants", it's a matter of DOING IT!
How? You ask?
There are many ways, but the usual and only answers to those desires are:
- Spend the most time you have on drawing/painting.
- Go and ask people for help, it is okay to do so!
- Look at that amazing artwork and try and figure out how this person made it, perhaps he/she will tell you? Perhaps this person has made a video or tutoria
Realm of Fantasy, The Anatomy of a GroupDecember 7, 2012by techgnoticRealm-of-Fantasy →More Like This
Realm of Fantasy
The Anatomy of a Group
The grey dressby *sakimichan
The special kind of dedication, spirit and discipline devoted to the assembly and construction of a successful Group within the vast technicolor ocean of artworks, artists and art appreciators that is deviantART might very well be the experiential epitome of what it is to be a part of the deviantART journey. From the very first conception, through the ten thousandth practical step, alltheoriginalnames and his cadre of steadfast partners in artful curation have built a virtual sanctuary of the fantastical— Realm-of-Fantasy. Housing the largest and most significant collection of exceptional fantasy ar
a poem for that one guy -edit-Roses are redMore Like This
Violets are blue
If I ever go down
You’re coming too.
Tell all those secrets
Tell all those lies.
Our friendship fades, and slowly dies.
I tried my best
to be your friend.
but I guess all good things come to an end.
A hug or two ago,
you used to rock me to and fro.
Every time you walked by, I was speechless
Every time you spoke I was breathless
Every time we touched I was helpless.
I was trying to make you mine
But I guess I ran out of time.
(CLOSED)1500 Points Raffle(CLOSED)More Like This
1500 Points raffle
How to join
just fave this journal
The raffle will end in 3 days
My ConfessionI never really thought about my lack of sexual interest before society confronted me with it.More Like This
It took me quite a while to notice guys as anything more than "other people", and when I did, it was more a group pressure thing than real interest.
I even had a boyfriend then, but not because I particularly liked the guy. Having a boyfriend in your teens is a status symbol. Have one, you're cool, have none, you're not.
Of course, back then things weren't that clear to me. I went with the flow.
For a very long time, I wondered what is wrong with me that I don't enjoy sex, that It makes me feel awkward and that I have no desire to go out and date. Society made me believe it is wrong to be like that. I was ashamed of myself, of my flaws and my obvious failure of being a full-fledged human being.
You define yourself through others. You try to figure out who you are, and you look at others for guidance, for something you can identify with. But you only limit yourself with that, and not finding si
Creepypasta ABC'sA is for Abby, who has a creepy stalkerMore Like This
B is for BEN, he drowned in some water
C is for Cupcakes, which you'll just die to eat
D is for Dating Game, beware of who you'll meet
E is for Eyeless Jack, he wants to slash you open
F is for Funnymouth, who'll leave your jaw broken
G is for Guardian Angel, he's always with you
H is for Humans, and they can lick too
I is for Ickbarr Bigelsteine, your teeth he will keep
J is for Jeff the Killer, who tells you to go to sleep
K is for Killswitch, a game impossible to find
L is for Lavender Town, the music messes with your mind
M is for Misfortune, a hidden game within a game
N is for No End House, which lives up to its name
O is for On the Bus, you'll be riding forever
P is for Penpal, they can be oh so clever
Q is for Quiet Room, a film with a cursed TV spot
R is for Russian Sleep Experiment, more sinister than we thought
S is for Slender Man, wearing a black suit and tie
T is for Trust, who shall live, and who shall die?
U is for Unbranded Lapto
Creepy Pokemon Artwork: Chansey From HellCelebrate this week's launch of Pokemon X and Y with a daily dose of disturbing Pokemon artwork. The adorable Pokemon, Chansey, gets several creepy and realistic twists.More Like This
chansey by nastyjungle
Chanseydon Preview by Gumbogamer
No. 113 - Chansey by PokemonFromHell
Chanbra by SolaMontoya
Chansey by altered-worlds Chansey by OMGaMOOSE
Chansey and Ratata by lmerlo72
150+ project: chansey by edface
And some Pokemon fusion Chansey mashups:
Pokemon Fusion 4 - Eleggtrode by BonnyJohnElectresy by JosemonCosplay
Pokemon Fusion by eduardocatebPokeFusion - Geosey by kaj18
Pokemon Fusion: Psysey by SakuraSetsuna
Pasey by KinkoKitty
1 WEEK AHHHH!!UNTIL i'm 20!!!!More Like This
and yeah before you ask you can totally draw me birthday art that's ok here's what i'd like :iconbadassplz:
I love art of myself the most! Cause sometimes i get sick of my ocs but i'm stuck with myself forever...
here is my info and more pictures, and here are a couple of my current hair!!
or you can draw my ocs! http://xxanemia.deviantart.com/journal/MY-ocs-243822885
Insidious Chapter 2 Contest Winners AnnouncementInsidiousMore Like This
We challenged you to add a shadowy twist to a 'normal' daily experience, and you responded with some absolutely terrifying entries! Director James Wan was so impressed that he kept going back and forth trying to determine a winner because the entries were THAT good! However, he did complete his difficult task and the winners are now in
Help fund WAR COMMAND! :)Hey guys!More Like This
If you didn't already know War Command has a Kickstarter raising funds right now for the physical release version of the game. Please check it out and share it round cause we could really use all the help we can get. You'll be supporting not only the game but all the illustrators (myself included) who've done all the artwork for it. Think of it as a kind of pre-order for the whole thing - with lots of different perks and rewards available.
Here's the link! http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1997386731/war-command-the-physical-edition?ref=card
Any support given would be greatly appreciated :3 And sorry if I'm spamming you with War Command stuff, I'm just pretty psyched about it!
Now I better get back to colouring ZOMBIE, the comic I'm working on at the moment with ROUGH
Plugging the VAsHello all,More Like This
Things are still incredibly busy and hectic over here, in light of which I don't have much time to dedicate towards Honour Amongst Thieves at the moment. Rest assured, we haven't seen the last of the project and the characters around here, but in the meantime, I thought I might tide you over with some "goodies". Each of the characters' VAs are very talented in their own ways, and I thought I'd plug some of their websites for those of you interested in what they do when they're not cussing at pirates or berating heathens.
Brendan Julian, voice of Louis:
As well as voice acting for several college projects, Brendan is also a
musician and songwriter. He has several videos of his guitar covers uploaded to
his YouTube account, as well as some singing. You can find his best stuff here:
Richard Johnston, voice of James:
Not just a polite British man, Richa
My first FAQHere's my first V.1 FAQ, to help me save more time answering the same questions again and again, I will add more questions later.More Like This
I'm still getting used to using proper words for English, But I hope this FAQ could be useful and easy-understandable for everyone. : o
Q: Mind If I watch you?
A: I don't mind, And thank you very much for the watch.
Q: When did you first starting drawing?
A: I start to practice drawing seriously since 2004
Q: What do you like using the most?
A: Watercolor and colored pencil
Q: what is your favorite size of the paper?
A: My favorite paper size is A4, Because it fits my A4 scanner perfectly.
Q: Your favorite kind of paper?
A: Cold-press 190g to 300g Watercolor paper with semi-rough surface; I can't fully control the color on Rough surface paper and hot-press smooth surface paper, And I use normal 80g printer paper for pencil drawing.
Q: Your favorite brand of paper?
A: Canson Monval, Sakura i-paint, Arches aquar
The Price for Being Saved Part II“Lily?” He was small, out of breath. “Lily?” He said again, this time, louder. His voice was drowned out by a deep thunder clap. He was running, stumbling through the woods. He could feel the air around him, humid and charged with energy. The wind lashed out at the trees. Then a flash of light pierced the sky. He was blinded. Wiping the rain out of his eyes, he was about to call for her again, when he heard a scream. Then more thunder drowned it out. His heart leapt into his throat.More Like This
“LILY!” He screamed, his voice raw and tortured. He could still hear her screaming, and he was sure that she had been struck by the lightning. But where was she? The tree branches whipped out at him, blocking his view. He tried to control them, but his wand was not in his pocket. Then, Lily’s screaming stopped. He grew dizzy with fear. This was worse than not hearing her at all. Suddenly, he wasn’t a child anymore. The forest struck out at his long black robes
Make or BREAK: UlquiHime EssayThis is an answer to a question regarding a statement I made on Orihime FC on Bleach Asylum that Ulquiorra 'changed Orihime's character for the better'. Basically, the person said that my statement disregards everything th other characters did to develop/change her character, and tha Ulquiorra instead broke her mind.More Like This
Let me just take a moment to sum up the roles of the 'other characters' (Ichigo and co) in terms of helping develop Orihime's character (prior to the Fullbring Arc):
Sora: Her gaurdian that protected/shielded her to the point where she felt a burden to him and thus refrained from telling him her troubles because she thougt that doing so would only further 'burden' him. Even after he died, she would never show anything but happiness to him. She was forced to bottle up all her pain and sorrow without taking the chance to solve her problems thenceforth because she felt like a burden. Sora may have been positive in his self-esteem-boosting compliments on her hair colour
1. The Black RoseMore Like This
Out extended the unwelcome arm,
for my soul to take...
My shadow, with me, trembled,
knowing no way away,
from this inevitable ending of my own.
The pillars of my legs crumbled,
and down I fell...
The arm hesitated,
and to the side tilted the head,
from which came its orders.
Of golden bone was it made,
and its base disappeared
into the caverns its sleeve....
Shying from my sight.
The Robe was black
with a fine woven silk.
I beheld none but black,
and only by will
was any other sight
begotten to my terrified eyes.
Eyes of sapphire gazed down on me,
as my back fell to the ground in terror...
Paralyzed was I in the presence of Death,
But it made no haste against me.
"I am Time, just as history knows me."
He spoke as despondence dove to my ears.
To me did Death speak, as it always had,
but with gentle motion did it cry out...
Yelling to grasp my thought, as it knelt before me.
the leaves beneath it made no cries of pain...
as they were already dead, and decaying.
Again the sapphir
BubblesMore Like This
We all live in our own little bubble,
Believing that the things we can fit in that small space must be all there is,
Never once thinking,
To just reach our hand out and brake the surface with just a touch,
To get just a glimpse of reality,
To hear just a whisper of peoples true voices.
But what if I were to do it?
To push past the swirling vortex of my own reflection,
To Feel the air outside of myself,
To See others like no one else has,
To Hear sorrow, joy, anger.
Could I go back?
Would I want to?
Why it makes sense that Snape died...Now that I have probably angered a bunch of Snape fans, let me explain.More Like This
I love Snape and his death broke my heart, and of course I wanted him to live! I wanted him to live because I felt he deserved better than dying the way he did, never having a chance to really make his own life, as he was always bound to his dead love, his guilt, mistakes, and his masters.
However when I really think about it in a canon sense, and more detached from my Snape-love, it really makes perfect sense to me that he died and it seems right that he did.
If Snape had survived the war, what sort of life would he have had after? Fanfictions deal with this a lot, and in many varying ways. I love to read about "Snape survived" fanfictions because the possibilities are interesting and endless. Does Snape get away from it all in a quiet cottage in the Orkneys? Does he stay at Hogwarts and take up his old post as Potions Master? Does he spend the rest of his life with effects from Nagini's bite? Does he finally move
Control - Chapter 4 (LokixReader)The next day you tried hard to avoid Loki around the building. It wasn't too difficult. He actually stayed in his room all day. Of course, he was still wearing his cuffs and muzzle, but you could understand why he wanted to be alone. He probably had a lot on his mind and he wanted somewhere quiet where he could think.More Like This
Everyone else had decided later that nigh to go to a club. You were a bit scared, since your last incident and all, but Tony convinced you to go. Luckily for you, you brought a few different dresses from your house the other day so you could try something new. Whenever you went to a club, you wore a dress. You would look at all the other pretty girls who dressed up and went to the club, and you wanted to look pretty too. It's not every day you get to dress up.
You searched through your closet, and found a fairly newer dress that was black. The skirt re
All In A Day'Aodhfin. I like that one.' The Voice pipes up.More Like This
'Hm, white fire, it does suit you, Aodhfin.' I think in response, testing the name out.
I realize that Camm is still pacing, ticking off another name, completely unaware of the conversation taking place in my head.
"Aodhfin." I interrupt her. "We want to go with Aodhfin."
She stops moving and gives me a strange glance, but it leaves quickly and is replaced by a look of satisfaction. I press on to a more important issue, the one that Camm has forgotten twice now.
"So why are you here again?" I prompt her.
"Oh! Oh, yeah!" She starts, simply to stop again, looking a little stricken. "Give it a second; it'll come back to me." She says as she pauses to think. "I got it."
I laugh as her terrible memory and wait for her to continue on with her explanation.
"Sam showed up at my place last night."
"What?" I exclaim, standing up in my shock. How could she have forgotten this?
"Yeah, she had a giant cut across her chest and was
Give It A ShotThe door swings open and Antony flies into the room, interrupting our bout of laughter.More Like This
Before I even have the chance to introduce him his arms are around my waist and he is twirling us in circles.
"Camm, you came home!" He shouts enthusiastically.
"I always come home Antony." I tell him.
Despite his obvious age he is quite strong and he exhibits this by continuing to spin us both about the room, my feet never touching the floor.
"I know." He says, finally stopping out progress when he returns to the door and setting me back on the ground. "But I always fear the day that you wont."
I advert my gaze from his intent eyes momentarily but quickly look back to him to show him my candour. "I will always return here so long as it is in my power." My tone holds much more weight than I even thought possible; our entire history hangs on these words.
He embraces me once more around my shoulders, his long silver hair curtaining us from the rest of the room. "I trust you, Kei." He whispers surrepti
What The Hell?I get to Chris's house to find his family all a flutter. I enter and quietly close the door behind me. As soon as I make it down the front hall to the intersection that connects their living room to their kitchen I am nearly ploughed down by Alice as she races from one room to the next.More Like This
"Hey Camm!" She calls out behind her.
"Did you hear what happened?" Emily asks, trailing after Alice.
"No, what happened?" I question, trailing after them.
"Vandals." Emily replies with venom.
"They trashed the park!" Alice elaborates.
No one ever thought to do anything to the old memorial park; it was just too bad to be done.
"Yeah, and we've been assigned to help clean it up." Emily grumbles, grabbing a pair of thick gardening gloves.
"So we're getting gear ready so we don't get hurt!" Alice calls out from the hall closet where she is rummaging for supplies.
"Well good luck with that, and have fun." I tell them sincerely, patting Em on the head.
"Thanks." Emily and Alice say in unison, using