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Greetings~This is a side account of :iconxSitax:! ^U^
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On this account, all I put here are agenda drawings and old, and I mean OLD, drawings.
And there are some newer drawings (of 2012) in a folder that I decided to just leave here on this account.
What are agenda drawings?
Um, well, they're exactly what they sound like. o^o" Drawings in...agendas. Yep. I love to pass the time in school by doodling in my lovely agendas~. <3
Anyhow, I DO have a sketchbook, but those drawings are going to be in my main account~.
Also, this may be my side account, but that does not mean that I am inactive here! Even today, I still draw in my agendas. "OTL
So I suppose I'll be adding more agenda drawings here until I'm done with school. Haha, it's too fun. XD lol
Well, thanks for visiting~.
I made this journal to take advantage of the oppurtunity to use a journal skin, haha. =u="
Sunday, Day 4 of Comic-ConNo matter how tired your feet are by what is actually Day 5 of Comic-Con, counting Preview Night, no matter how exhausted your body and empty your wallet, there's always a bit of sadness in the air when the last few hours of Comic-Con wind down.
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In the deviantART booth, we witnessed something a little magical when the voice came over the loudspeaker to announce that Comic-Con was closed at 5:00 pm sharp, the remaining straggling attendees and exhibitors packing up stopped what they were doing and burst into applause. It was a mixture of relief, pride, and fulfillment of a successful convention.
Someone yelled, "See you in 365 days!" and there was a true moment of community with everyone in earshot. Sure, it's a sad sentiment, but it gives us all something to look forward to, and the months ahead will be filled with the happy memories of all we accomplished over the past week. Friends met that stop by every year, new friends, new properties to become fans of, new comic books to read and
For Lucy: Apparition in the Gray RainThe world is bleak,
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And colored only in
Stains of gray.
It wasn't this way before,
but without you,
All I can see is this bleak,
Our hearts had intertwined,
And our emotions were connected deeply.
I felt I could always be happy.
Though my world was always gray,
You had been the one to light it with vivid reflections of color.
The box in my pocket,
It's tiny, but it feels so heavy.
My tears won't cease their flow.
I had wanted to spend my life with you,
But you were gone before I could say anything.
Standing here in the rain,
The world looks as bleak as it ever has,
But at least it conceals my tears.
When I start to the house,
I swear I see something strangely familiar.
A figure of white,
But there is something warm in that familiar expression.
A soft reassurance,
From the one I thought I'd never see.
Our hands connect for the final time,
And we dance in this bleak, silver rain,
But to me, it's so bright,
Until you leave my side.
My tears are falling more than t