**!CONTEST!**Yes yes yes. A contest.
Art is due by February 20, 2013.
You have to comment the link to your picture on this journal.
GOAL: You have to create a VERY detailed picture of Sora, adding your own peice of spunk to it (A silly pose, a hat on her, jewlery, etc.)
You can find her reference here;
How to enter;
Favorite this journal
Comment that your are participating.
Make a journal advertising this journal/contest.
NO LINE ART. All art must be original!!
Don't steal ideas.
[Bullet; Pink] No entering more than two pieces of art.
[Bullet; Pink] No sexual themes. ALTHOUGH, gore is allowed.
[Bullet; Pink] No cursing in the picture.
[Bullet; Pink] Art has to be either a painting or digital art.
[Bullet; Blue] PRIZES
[Bullet; Red] First place;
-A request of anything for me to draw.
-Feature on my page for
Do you have a Pony OC? (Free Requests) -Closed-I'm taking THREE requests. They won't be first come, first serve though.More Like This
Comment on this with a link to your ponysona's reference pic, and a pose that you'd like, though you don't have to add that in.
I will pick one person that comments each day until August 1st.
They'll look like these, style-wise:
They won't be done right away, and I'm going to keep the recievers a surprise until I submit the drawing.
You don't have to be my watcher to participate.
So be sure to comment! And keep an eye out for my big point giveaway, coming soon!
7.29.12 Update: First person has been chosen! I will be choosing a new person tomorrow!
Oops x.x forgot to update OTL
But I've picked two other people :3 I'll be posting them within the next few days!
I findI find my daysMore Like This
riddled with cigarette butts
and coffee cups,
bridges and brick dust.
River rocks rescued out of the rain
pages of poetry all lipstick stained
fragments of people,
cigars, Pall Malls, and Marlboros.
Smoke long stale
wafts in loops and spirals
through the morning air
as I untangle memories from my hair
and track hand prints and fingerprints
on my spine and my hips.
Finger tips follow lines of scars
that I lie about and love.
Swanning over old aches
a stronger soul.
I find bruises on my heart and my knees
the color of black, blue, and raspberries,
earned from too much time preying,
Praying for some almighty force
reveling when they did.
There's a smudge of paint on my thigh
from when my skirts
and passions rode too high
as I rode my inspiration 'til 2 am
with a paintbrush in my hand
to make something lovely.
Lips silky and swollen
from too many kisses stolen
from unsuspecting lovers.
I find my life riddled