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GIR!!! AND HIS PIG!!
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Freehand of Gir and his Piggy from the TV show "Invader Zim".

Done in 3h, 2b, 4b, and ebony pencils.
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PIGGY!!! Ah, I love Gir :love: As promised, this is for :iconkeiton: Hope you like it hun ^^
I personally think I made his head too big but whatever...hehe, yeah...I dont have much to say, I'm exhausted....
Gir © Um, creator of Invader Zim ^^; (forgot his name)
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Gir :heart:s his piggy.
Who doesn't love a little Invader Zim?

Good God i still have hundreds of beanie babies.
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this is an early christmas present for a friend of mine who just loves Invader Zim. Although i have never really sat down and watched the show... i decided that this would make a good gift for her. so let me know what you think.. colored eventually
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Hey guys, I finally got around to creating a new OC! You'll probably see a lot more of this dear~

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Here's a short bio~

Name: Kumako Tsugitama

Nickname: Kuma-chan, Tsugi-san, Kuu-chan

Age: 16

Height: 5"1

Blood Type: AB

Bio: Kumako is a girl who was born in Saitama who absolutely adores bears! She dyed her hair brown and even puts her hair in buns to look like a cute little bear. Her affinity towards the creature came from her mother, who passed away when she was 8. Her mother gave her a teddy bear that her mom had when she was a baby, and Kumako treasured it ever since, and then came to love bears. She goes to a private school in England and studies Philosophy and hopes to one day write a book.
Personality: Very sweet, but a bit shy. She gets along with most people she meets due to her sweet nature and charm. She loves meeting new people, but is always afraid that people won't like her.

Likes: Bears, sweets, plums, ruffles, kneesocks

Dislikes: Spiders, heights, lemons, spicy things, mean people
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Ok, I found some more models I made on 3ds max. I forgot about a lot of these.
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This is my first set of brushes so apologies if they are all screwed up. Don't shout at me just message me and I'll sort them out.

They are mostly all large brushes, hi-res.

I'm going to start creating brushes from vintage images mostly as that's what I'm into, however, if there's anything else you'd like turned into brushes give me a shout and I'll give it a go.

These are available for:
Non-commercial use
Commercial use

HOWEVER - I do not want them repackaged and sold on somewhere else. That's not fair. Also don't just plonk one down on a background and sell them on, again, that's not fair considering the work I've put into them.
When I say commercial use, I mean you can add them to a piece of art, website, leaflet, poster etc. or they can be added to cards, atcs, aceos, collages, scrapbooking etc. but NOT to be sold on as an element by themselves.
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For :iconmiemie-chan3: She's doing a contest, this is my entry! Hope you like it.
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Here's a wallpaper I made for My sister with Gir and his Piggy, I just used photoshop CS4 to make it
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Drawn in Flash
Background in PS7
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TACOS!!!!!
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This is the character gir from the show Invader Zim on nickalodeon =D I love gir he's so cute :meow:
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Grr plays guitar?! :O NO WAY, JORGE.
Who wants waffles?!

Hehe, my pops got me a guitar... I'm attempting to learn how to play, but so far I'm failing. Grr, on the other hand, is a pro :3

Does anyone play guitar here?^.^

PS: Got this necklace at Hot Topic (AKA heaven :3) for anyone who likes it :P
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this is my fear of watching the wind rises tomorrow, having it be front loaded with a trailer of How to train your dragon 2, why you ask, well because of Hiccup's new design is like an evil spirit trying to haunt me, and I seem to enjoy it more in the fan art than the film itself.
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by Michael Andrews - check his profile under roperookie
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This time I wanted to do something special. I love Chucky's girlfriend...but her makeup was too simple. That's because I thought to give her a little twist and I created a broken doll effect.
Hope you like it!!!!
PS: I know the tattoo it's not real...but...understand me... :rofl:
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:iconryanbnjmn: & I are heading out to Dragon Con!
We're sitting @ T-36 & T-37

I will be bringing some of our 2012 artbooks: Octocheeks & both TableTaffy books. You can view some of the pages on our site here----> [link]
grab 'em while ya can!

We hope to see ya there!
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Tools used: SAI, Photoshop CS, and Wacom Graphire 3 tablet

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Thanks everyone for snagging these at Anime Revolution! >v< I had a lot of fun drawing this. Sigh nostalgia!! Super S was definitely my favourite season.

PS: I resisted putting the BG in a rainbow, aren't you all proud of me

Sailor Moon © Naoko Takeuchi
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Some very-very fast doodles of Sailor Moon...

Be a Fan of my Drawings Facebook page : [link]

Ma BD Bichon sur FB : [link]
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Commission for :iconstarfata:

Thanks so much for commissioned me. It was my first time to draw Ciel in this dress. All those laces gave me a lot of lesson ^^;

You can grab another version of this pic at my Tumblr >>> [link]
(search for slothxxx, if you can not access the page >w< )
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That took me quite long lol. Anatomy is still bad but I just don't care XD. I absolutely loved that show~

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Sketch: pencil
Colors: ps cs3
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LOL! XD Yes, I joined Sonic and the others who we're/are turned into ponies! I had alot of fun making this, that I just had to include more then one pose XD lol. I like how she turned out. What do you think?
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~Je suis en vacances >8D !!!
~Je suis super contente je passe en S x3, je ne vous dit pas comment j'étais stressé *sss*.~
~Mais je souhaite bon courage à tous ceux qui passe le Bac et le Brevet >:D !!!. ~

~Joyeux Anniversaire :iconkuraicrazynoctali: >x3 !!!.~
~Donc pour toi un œil (pas deux xD) de ta Oryon que j'adore :3.~
~Bon je m'entraine sur les yeux en se moment x), je trouve que j'ai pas trop raté ^^, mais sa marque bleu clair sous son œil est royalement raté Dx ... mais bon j'ai essayer *sss* et son poil est bof aussi je trouve :/.~
~Voila en espérant que tu aime ^^.~

~Fait sur Sai.~


Oryon©KuraiCrazyNoctali
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I like my unown. I consider them my..friends. I don't usually train these things called "pokemon" And I find the games childish...but..I do like these.
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And here's the little lady of the bunch from my Sonic's Alpha Vampuppies pic, also known as 'one hard, ass sleeper' by her beloved brother Dark.

I bet Shadow is so proud!!! XD

She is the only one out of the four pups that inherited Shadow's chest fur, btw X)....and the jacket was a gift from her 'Uncle Scourgie' as she calls him, lol ^^


Name: Princess Gaia the Hedgehog

Gender: Female Age: 18 Status: Omega

Parents: Sonic (mother), Shadow (father)

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Siblings: Doom, Chaos, and Dark (all older brothers)

Blood Relatives: Silver (aunt), Mephiles (uncle), Crystal (cousin)

Self Proclaimed Relatives: Bunnie (grandmother), Scourge (uncle), Manic (uncle), Sonia (aunt), Rosie (aunt), Fiona (aunt)

Personality: A leader, a sniper, kind, caring, strong, and sweet, yet very deadly and is EASY to piss off...

Likes: Guys, her dad (she's 'Daddy's little girl' ^^), her brothers, spiders, running, fighting, guns, shoes, shopping, guns, training, texting, and...did I say guns?? :?

Hates: Guys who don't take no for an answer; when her brothers don't do what she says; when her brothers try to kill every guy that comes up to her (AND I CAN SEE WHY!!!)

Oh, and humans...definitely can't forget the humans...

Hobby: Spending time with her daddy n telling her brothers what to do.

Favorite food: Hamburgers n fries

Least favorite food: Sushi

Abilities: Supersonic speed, ability to harness Chaos n one heck of a sharp shooter!!
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Thank you for the people who created the images we used !
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a wallpaper make for fun.
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Tails, pretty simple.

Wanted him to be doing his super flying action that was seen in Sonic Triple Trouble.

Tips:

-Tails head is a rounded-block shape, same with Marine's head.

-Like with most small kid characters, Tails's arms and legs are very short.

-Tails has a belt between his socks and his sneakers in his classic design.

-Tails snout stretches out further from Sonic's (cause he's a fox,) This is most notable on his Classic design.
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I love dragonball :love: I had this idea in my head for a while.. I made the sketch of this one 2 days ago and I felt like colouring it. yay SA style OwO heh I hope you like it. I just want to grab Sonic from the tail and swing him around until it goes off xD You will probably see Shadow too. Btw I couldnt come up with a good pose so I just made the one Goku and Vegeta take before they start making this weirdo dance to fuse.

Sonic belongs to seeegaaaa/ sonic team.
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~Back to Masky’s POV :’D~

It’s been three days since my little incident, when I woke up at Jeff’s apartment. That’s also the place I spend most of my time now. I’ve no clue why really, since he’s usually a sarcastic dick most of the time, or not even home. And he comes back drenched in blood half the time. I’m thinking of tailing him tonight, to see what his deal is. It’s not so hard to believe that he’s part of some gang, or maybe even some weirdo from one of the mobs that work around here.

However... The whole ‘Other world’ kind of nonsense has me curious. It’s not something I’d usually even consider a possibility, but Jeff also doesn’t seem like a liar. I’m confused, but...

I push the thoughts away, knocking back the last bit of brandy in my glass. The alcohol feels warmer than usual as it rushes down my throat, but I’m so used to it, I don’t even make a face at the sour taste. Instead, I rise from my spot in the bar I was at, nod a brief farewell to the bar tender, who I knew quite well, then turn and head for the door. The bells on the doorway chime drearily as I pass through, the door slamming shut behind me, due to the hinges being over used over the years.

The city air is moist, like it’s been raining, the cement’s dappled with puddles here and there, and the roof tops of all the buildings are hidden in thick clouds of mist.
Unlike my usual I actually have plans for the evening. I’m out of cash. Which is a first, in a long while, but the Jam I was at, the night I nearly ODed, took a lot of my money, and I hadn’t had time to steal anymore, since I’d been at Jeff’s house, sleeping, or the bar.

Once I’m out into the damp night air, I slip on the mask I’d had since... God only knows when....

Oh... Yeah. It was after my mom and dad died. Most of the time, I tried to forget I ever even had parents. It’s easier that way, just pretending something never happened. But the mask, it was in with my fathers old stuff, along with a bunch of other weird stuff.
Well, I needed something to hide my face when I started robbing stores. And since then, it’s just become my signature. Although no one else really knows it’s me. I don’t have friends. I only have allies.

Mask on, hood over my head, I turn away from the entrance to the main road, and instead turn my feet to the path that would take me deeper into the heart of the city. My steps are silent, and even as I’m walking I don’t let my thoughts wander. That could be a terrible blunder when you’re on the streets. Although, I’ve lived on them long enough to know exactly what I’m doing.

Usually I’m aware of any presence that comes even remotely close to me, even if its just a bird or a squirrel.

The path I’m taking, I’ve walked it enough to know where it goes, without keeping my eyes open. So instead, I just listen to everything around me. The whispers of the city are carried so easily in the still night air. Cars honk at each other, people talking in loud voices in the apartments above, or a TV blaring obnoxiously. It’s almost like the entire city is breathing. Or perhaps it’s all the drugs I’ve done in the past, that even gives me those thoughts.

It doesn’t surprise me when I pick up the small skritching sound of rubber soles against wet cement. I don’t turn around, although I can tell there’s some one tailing me. Instead, I keep a regular pace, but duck into the nearest door way, disappearing from anyone’s view. That is, until a familiar voice calls out to me.
“Relax sunshine, it’s me.”

Jeff.

Letting out a ragged sigh, I step out of the shelter of my hiding spot and back into the misty streets. I give Jeff a narrow glare, although my mask kind of makes it redundant.

“Ugh, what the fuck do you want?”

“What’s with the mask??” Jeff completely ignores my question, quirking an eyebrow and looking at me strangely. It’s kind of ironic since he’s the one with the scarred mouth and bleached skin. Not to mention the black around his eyes.

“What’s with your stupid fucking smile scar?” I retort irritably.

“I’m beautiful.” Jeff replies smartly, as he suddenly trots past me, shoes scratching against the soaking concrete below. The bottom of his pants were dyed darker from being dragged through the water as he walked. He took the lead, and I followed, since he was basically just heading in the direction I’d been.

Rolling my eyes at his comment, but deciding to answer anyway, I pull my hood down further, and fall in step behind him. “I’ve had it for awhile, kinda like a signature.”

“Yeah I figured, something like that. You’re good though, I mean noticing I was here and all.” Jeff said absently, looking around at all the buildings and stuff as we passed by them. He didn’t really seem all that interested in our conversation, but that was him for you. For the past few days I’ve known him, he hasn’t seemed interested in anything really.

“Dude, you’re louder than a rhino.”

“... I break into houses and kill people, and don’t get detected till the last second. How am I noisy?” Although it was a question, he doesn’t give me any time to reply, and instead carries on. “I’m not. You’re just really good.”

I don’t argue, because I don’t really know what to say.

For the next few minutes its nothing but silence between us. That, and the sounds of Jeff’s footsteps and thunder that rolled in the distance. Maybe it would start raining again. As we neared the end of the street, I finally spoke up. “Where are you going?”

“Where ever you’re going.”

“Oh.” Was all I said. I didn’t need the extra help, but it would be nice to have some company, although I’d never say that out loud.
And so, we continued on our way.

    The video store was quiet. Of course Jeff and I were the only ones in at this hour. It was only a quarter after one. The night was still young. Only one worker sat behind the counter. He was a chubby, middle aged man, and he seemed to want nothing to do with us.

“Can we get some video games and stuff while we’re here?” Jeff asks, now it’s his turn to trail behind me, as I quickly scan through the aisles. For a brief second he reminds me of a kid, excited at being n a video game/movie store. Then something else strikes me. It’s not like Jeff couldn’t walk around like that in public, but with how his face was and stuff, I’m surprised the man behind the counter isn’t gawking at us like we just escaped the zoo.

Of course I’ve got my mask off my face and slipped around the back of my neck. But Jeff doesn’t have that luxury....

“Tim?” Jeff echoes.

“Huh? Oh yeah, sure, whatever man.”

“Sweeeet.” The pale teen hisses, before disappearing from my line of sight. I walk by a shelf, and slip an interesting looking movie into one of the inner pockets lining the side of my leather jacket. I continue to collect a few more, carefully avoiding the glance of a camera. I won’t use my mask until later, when I go for the cash. Right now, I’m just enjoying myself.

After I practically rattled with every step, I stopped putting things in my jacket and looked around for Jeff. Who was promptly sitting on the counter. I didn’t even try to hide the look of shock that crossed my face. The store worked didn’t even seem to notice Jeff’s existence. He just sat there behind the desk, nose buried in a book, while
As usual, relevant material never seemed to surface in my mind, till it was nearly too late, or till I nearly had the answer myself anyway, but I was suddenly brought back to the day, when I woke up in Jeff’s apartment. He’d said...

‘But the fact that you can see me, means you were close enough to death as it is.’

I decided not to stupidly test any of the theories that suddenly bubbled in my mind, and instead I quickly reached inside my hood, and pulled my mask up over my face, and looking up enough so that my hood didn’t have to cover my expression any longer.
Jeff leapt off the counter as I walked over to it, the slow relaxed saunter in my step was gone, replaced by an aggressive hurry. “Sir, you’re going to have to give me all the money in your till.”

The man looked up at me, his lazy expression suddenly shifting to rather startled one. He didn’t move, and just froze looking at me, as if wondering what to do. After all, it wasn’t like I was pointing a gun at him... Although I could be, if I wanted to.

“Hurry up!” I snap, a hint of a snarl in my voice.

“Ou, tough guy.” Jeff’s scratchy voice chuckles beside me, but I know better than to take my gaze off the enemy, even for a split second.

At my tone the man rises from his chair, but instead of heading towards the cash register, or even glancing at it for that matter, he reaches under the counter and retrieves a rather large wooden stick. It had a metal poker at the top of it, which I assumed was used for hanging up videos on high shelves.

I sigh figuring this wouldn’t have been that easy, but it’s always polite to give people a chance.

The man doesn’t say a word, but lunges at me with the stick, swinging it violently, like a blindfolded kid after a piñata. To me, it’s nearly like he’s moving in slow motion, and I can almost sense what move he’ll make before he actually does it. I lean to the side, avoiding a sharp jab from the wooden instrument. Turning on my heels, I reach out with on hand, grab the man’s weapon and jump up, my feet leaving the floor.

Shoving the stick back, it strikes the worker in the chest and sends him staggering backwards, while I make it up onto the counter. I’ve only killed someone once. And it was an accident. Usually I just knock people out, or beat them till they decide not to move. So instead of reaching from a weapon of my own, I simply jump down into the inner side of the counter and lash out with a barrage of punches.

Each one landing exactly where I planned.

One to the man’s face, one to his stomach, and one to his throat. He collapses backwards, knocking over his chair, and it clatters noisily against the hard tile floor. The man escapes into the corner, probably on the verge of loosing consciousness, after how hard I hit him.

So I turn my attention on the cash register. I try the till, but it’s locked, not to my surprise. Just before I can start looking around for the key, Jeff suddenly brushes past me and arrives at my side.

“Here.” He says, and I glance at him just in time for him to press a key into the palm of my hand.
“Thanks.” I breathe quickly, taking it and jabbing it into the key hole. The till pops open with a chiming sound. I quickly begin harvesting the money, and to my relief Jeff helps me.

     By the time we’re heading to the door, the two of us, had collected all the money in the cash register, taken a few games and videos, and even escaped with a box of microwavable popcorn and a bag of gummy bears and other assorted candies.

The adrenaline coursing through my veins is setting my nerves wild, and I can barely hold back the laughter threatening to spill out my throat, unlike Jeff who was already howling in amusement as the two of us crash through the front door and escape into the misty night air.

I pick up the pace till I’m practically flying down the street, I keep my hands in my pockets so the bunch of bills don’t escape in our epic dash. I only look back once, just to make sure Jeff’s still following behind me, and he grins back as our eyes lock.

“Nice job, Masky!”  

“Masky?” I chuckle breathlessly, casting the other boy a questioning gaze.

“Oh, that just...  I guess that’s your new nickname or something.” Jeff shrugs carelessly.

“Whatever.” I roll my eyes, although the idea isn’t unappealing to me. I haven’t had a nickname... since grade school. Some how it feels nostalgic. I try not to dwell on the thought though, I turn back to the path in front of me, because I think I hear sirens in the distance.
Hnnng here you go you stupid losers D:<

I'm kidding qugfquy9eruqw8q <3 I fucking LOVE you all. Thanks for actually reading these :'D You guys make me so happy.

Anyway this DOES have a plot, and half the reason it took me so God damn long to finish this was because I was still working on it XD. But yeah here's part three, enjoy guys!

I DO need some opinions though you guys.
Who should be our Uke, and who should be our Seme? I really wanna say Jeff would be seme, but I want your opinions too, so... Hit me? XD

The beginning: cannibal-candice.deviantart.co…
The next part: captain-jei.deviantart.com/art…

Jeff (C) Creepypasta
Maksy (C) Marble Hornets
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~Jeff’s POV~
It’s been a month since Slendy had asked me to keep an eye on Tim, his next big project. Personally I hadn’t really understood why the boss had wanted me to watch a Street Junky, and observe him to see if he was a good picking for our group. But throughout the month, I think I’d finally come to understand. Tim was completely unafraid of Death. He didn’t care about anything around him, and it nearly seemed like he was just wondering the earth without a purpose. In that sense... I kind of felt a connection to him. After all I used to feel like that a lot, till I joined Slendy, and that gave me a purpose or at least a reason to keep breathing every day.

There was a deep frown that creased my scarred lips. Although I suppose with my lips gouged into a permanent smile, I couldn’t really frown anymore. And when I did, I just looked psychotic.... I guess I kind of am. Pushing the thoughts away, I leaned back against the warm furry body behind me. Smile snorted lazily and looked at me briefly before closing his eyes again. I pet the dog’s head and gaze around the darkness of my room. It’s only lit by the TV a few feet in front of me, but the volume is down low enough so that I can’t hear it, and it’s only on for the light. I gave up on watching it half an hour ago. My thoughts were louder in my mind then the world outside my head was. I don’t think I’ve slept in forever, and the last time I went out was to kill a victim or two. The blood on my white hoodie was already turning an oxidized brown colour instead of the usual pretty scarlet. I’m kind of hungry and I don’t feel very well, but I think it’s mainly because of the whirlwind of thoughts going through my head. I let a cool breath of air pool in my lungs before exhaling and putting a hand on my forehead.

Too busy with the thoughts fluttering around in my head, I didn’t notice the sound of footsteps coming up the carpeted hallway behind me, at least not until Smile’s red and black furry head shot up, ears standing pin straight. The sudden movement of my partner brings me back to reality and my gaze snaps up to where the living room connected with the hall way.
Standing in the door way is Tim. He’s leaning against the door frame. There’s a pair of faded dark grey jeans hugging his waist, and just visible above them are chequered black and white boxers. He’s got a hand on his head, as though he’s got a head ache, and I don’t doubt that he might, considering how close to ODing he was. He’s not wearing a top and I’m faintly surprised at what good shape he was in for a street junky.
“Feeling better, sunshine?” I call from my spot against Smile’s side. The large dog watches Tim through cautiously narrowed silver eyes, lips pulled back in a permanent sneer like smile.

Tim’s brown gaze rests on me, and I can see vivid shock cross his face. A reaction I could have seen coming a mile away. Let’s see, my eyelids are burnt out, I’ve got a smile carved into my face, and my skin’s whiter than a bed sheet. Not exactly what anyone expects to wake up to. I watch the muscles in his torso and arms tighten as he pulls his hand away from his face and glares back at me suspiciously. “Who are you?”  He asks.

“Jeff.” I reply simply, somehow glad he asked. The frown that had been sitting in my face suddenly dies and rises from the ashes as a faint grin that brightens my scarred features. I push myself up lazily from my spot against smile, briefly pausing to stretch my arms above my head after being in the same position for an hour or so.

“What the fuck is with the blood all over you? And where am I?” Tim looks around the room and reaches for the light switch on the inside of the wall leading to the living room, while I headed to the kitchen, which was just a pace away, and actually attached to the living room. Light suddenly bathed the grey carpeted room. There were a few beer cans on the floor, a bloody knife on the coffee table, a big black leather chair behind Smile, and a matching couch against the wall.

“Take it easy, I’ll explain everything, but the fact that you can see me, means you were close enough to death as it is.” I say casually, kicking the fridge open. I grab a beer, and pause for a second, I knew Sally would probably get mad if I gave her patient beer after she’d worked so hard on keeping him alive, but I kind of pitied him, and ended up snagging another beer off the shelf.

“What? That’s really none of your business.” He grumbled defensively, but when I tossed the glass bottle of beer at him, he caught it easily and seemed to relax a little.
Returning from the kitchen, I crossed the living room and sat down in the big leather chair, letting my legs drape down one side, while my back leant against the other. I cracked my beer open and let the bitter cold liquid flood my mouth, then swallowed it down. “As for the blood, well that’s a story for another time. You’re here because I brought ya here. And you’re alive because my sister Sally saved you at my request.”

“You didn’t have to. I would have been fine on my own.” Despite Tim’s words, I can see the effort it’s taking him to even stand up, and the distrust doesn’t leave his face the entire time he’s talking to me. I roll my shoulders back in a shrug, I wasn’t expecting a thanks or anything. When you look like a freak it’s hard enough to get people to even talk to you. Not that that bothers me much, I mean... I am a serial killer. But I had no intention of putting a blade anywhere near Tim.

“Doesn’t matter. My point is, you’ve stepped into a new world, and it’s not something you can really step out of...” I lifted a hand and lazily gestured to myself. “As you can see, I don’t look like you’re average teenager. It’s because I’m not, to be more specific, I’m a Proxy. In my world, there are two types of people.” I pause for a moment, Tim’s looking at me like I just grew another head, I can’t really tell what his expression’s supposed to mean, but I get a kick out of it and amusement stirs in my voice as a continue, although I wonder how much of this he’ll actually believe and understand.

“There’s Proxy’s and Monsters. Proxies are as human as you get in this world. We’ve all had near death experiences and can see things part of a different world. Since you can see me, that means you stepped over the special boundary. Monsters on the other hand aren’t so human. They’re a neutral existence that’s purpose is to keep humanity’s balance negative and positive balance in check. My boss’s name is Slenderman, I call him Slendy. He’s a monster type.”

“Jesus, you’re even more messed up than me. Whatever drugs you’re doing, can I have some? Actually, being legit do you have any blow?” Tim doesn’t seem interested in the slightest, and he’s watching the ceiling with intent brown eyes, his stomach and chest rising and falling still abnormally quickly, but I guess it’ll take awhile for his body to rid itself of every last trace of drugs in it.

“I’m being serious.” My voice comes out harder than I intended it to. I’m not actually mad, but I need him to understand that he can’t go overdosing whenever he feels like it. If Slendy’s right then there’s a reason we need him, and I’m the one who was put in charge of keeping an eye on him.

“So am I.”

A silent sigh escapes my lips; obviously I can’t convince him the easy way. Reluctantly, I realized I’d have to raise a blade or two to our new comer. I hate to admit it, but as my hand quietly seeks out the butcher knife on my coffee table, I’m excited to here the shocked yelp that I know will come in a few seconds. My fingers coil around the handle of the blade and I grip it tightly in my hands before effortlessly rising from my chair, and in one quick fluid movement I cross the small space between Tim and I.
Leaping up off the grey carpet, I catch both his wrists in my free hand and pin them above his head. He may be slightly bigger than me, but I’ve out fought families who were fighting for their lives. People fight hardest when their lives are threatened. I’m strong, and even when he tugs against his wrists, I keep them pinned and lean in close. I bring my hand with the knife, up to his throat, and I press it against the soft skin there, enough to be felt and enough to sting, but not enough to break the skin, I don’t want to hurt him. But the picture is perfect, it’s beautiful. The enlightened shock on Tim’s face, the way his mouth is open just enough catch a lungful of air, but I can tell I’ve shocked him so much it’s caught in his throat. He’s got his hands clenched into fists now, and I can tell he’s straining to get them free, because his knuckles are turning white from the effort.

There’s no denying it, he’s strong, I almost can’t keep him pinned, but other than pulling at his wrists and the defiant expression that quickly crawls across his face, he’s not fighting me. I’m straddling his waist, faintly surprised he hasn’t tried to kick me off, it’s probably because of the knife I have to his throat. I almost don’t want to take it away.
It looks to perfect against his skin, leaving the lightest of white lines.
“I’m not joking around with you, You’re one of us now! Welcome to the show, sunshine!” I hiss, my breath stirring a strand of spiky black hair that had fallen in my face.

We stare at each other for a few extra heartbeats, and after a second Tim stops pulling at his wrists. Reluctantly I retrieve my knife as well, keeping it there probably made me a little more excited than it should have, but I tried not to pay attention to that.

“Now, what do you say we start over?” I ask slowly, instead of slipping my blood stained knife back into the pocket stitched into the front of my white hoodie, I lift it to my face, and run my tongue across it, slowly very slowly. I can taste the blood of yesterday’s victims, it tastes like iron and coffee, since I spilt some on it this morning. It mingles with the taste of beer already on my tongue. Giving Tim one last chuckle I put my weapon in my pocket and quickly hop off of him.

My heart’s beating a little quicker than it had been, and I can’t go back to my seat, so instead I lean against the back of my chair, watching Tim. He’s watching me more cautious than ever, and finally he lets out a heavy sigh, before quickly scrambling back into a sitting position. When his gaze meets mine, there’s a slight glare in his light brown eyes. “You’re fucked.” He says, but to my surprise his lips twist upwards and he gives me a small grin. “Fine. I’ll play your little game for awhile. Better impress me. They don’t call me the King of the Streets for nothing.”
The long awaited part 2! LOL Finally finished this. I dunno how many parts you can expect, probably around 5, unless I somehow really get into it.
Anyway I think part 2's a little sloppy, but that's because I've been working on one of my other stories and it's from third person point of view. Rotating from one to the other is difficult sometimes XD.

Anyway! Enjoy folks! Remember, if you guys wanna see more of this, the best way to keep me motivated is to comment and tell me you want more C:

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~Masky/Tim's POV~
Music throbbed around me as I staggered through a mass of dancing bodies. People swayed left and right in graceful motions, or drug induced spasms. Personally I sided with the drugged out ones at the moment, although at this point I wasn’t even going to try and dance. Coming down off of coke was rough, and all my sense felt like they’d been abused the whole night, which I suppose they had, with the strain cocaine put on one’s body. I wiped a thin layer of sweat from my forehead, and finally reached the emergency exit. I swear I didn’t have the energy to go out the front.

“Tim!” I hear someone call my name, but I don’t look back, and nothing really feels real anyway. It could have just been in my head for all I knew. The door gives out beneath me and I stumble out into the cool night air. The ground’s wet from the rain, and it’s still spitting a little. The cold takes awhile to sink in, and my nerves feel delayed as they pick up the moisture and cool air a few minutes after I’m outside. I can barley stay on my feet, and I can’t really feel my lungs...

I think I did too much.

Because I really can’t breathe well, and my arms are tingling. They call me the King of the Streets, and everyone knows my name, fears and respects me.  I don’t feel great though. This scummy city, and this scummy life I live. I feel like the King of Shit Mountain if anything. I can hear my thoughts as though someone’s yelling them right next to my ear. But I can hardly hear anything around me, like the rain and the sound of cars in the distance. It’s like there’s cotton balls in my head, and the lights lining the back alley way I’d exited to, were glaring right in my face. Way brighter than normal. I’ve got alcohol, MDMA, and Coke in my system. And I kind of know what’s happening to me, but I can’t really bring myself to care because it doesn’t feel real.
.... I know I’m ODing.
The rain’s soaked through my white T-shirt and I vaguely notice the drops rolling down my forearms and dripping down my numb fingers. I blink, and the ground sways beneath me, but I manage to keep my balance after pressing my spine against the brick wall behind me. I’m trying to get some cold air into my lungs and stop whatever’s wrong with my body, but that’s all I can do, and all I want to attempt to do. Everything around me feels like it’s breathing, or tingling. Like, I’ve been dropped into a pool of liquid electricity. I feel sick, numb and tired. I’m not sure if I’m imagining it, but I feel eyes on me, and I can hear footsteps coming down the alley way towards me. They’re coming from the right, which is strange, because it’s a dead end that way, and the entrance is on the left.
Then, remembering my title, and how I was kind of wanted by more than a handful of people, I try to drag my gaze off the tarmac below me. As soon as I do, everything moves with me. Grey blurs into black, and as I shift, my gaze passes over a blurry black and white blob. Maybe there’s some red there. Too. My vision starts to go all salt and pepper, as the familiar faint feeling over comes me. I imagine my body meeting the floor as I’m suddenly met with darkness. At this point.... I’m not sure if I’m dreaming or not.

Am I going to be okay?

The black numbness takes over, and my thoughts are suddenly drowned out into a pool of vacancy. I wonder if I’ll ever see the light again, but I don’t think anything matters. Fuzzy images pass before me, and then I’m gone, dreaming about nothing.
Just a fanfic I've had floating around on my desktop for ages! I've decided I'll probably finish it, but till then, have part 1~ C:

I'm sorry about the drug use and everything, I know most of you are gonna be like "What? Masky's a junky? O.O" But just go with it for now x_x If you don't like it, you don't have to read.

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Jeff (C) CreepyPasta

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So I watched Monsters Inc today with a friend

been a long time since I saw that film.

But I always did like Randalls design and after seeing all the Monsters University trailers
his story is probably going to be pretty tragic
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I've wanted to hold a design contest for a long time now, and finally I've gathered enough points to do it :D 

Go here to browse entries: taravia.deviantart.com/favouri…

EDIT: I've extended the deadline to  15. September c;



What I'm looking for:
Everything! Wolves, foxes, fennec foxes, ferrets, servals, snow leopards, bobcats, tigers, other big cats, small cats, deers, dragons, gryphons, dogs, birds, hybrids, original species.. bring it!

I'm leaving the details to your imagination, but here are some things I really like:
-White base color with black and red markings<33 (mostly on canines)
-Cute and fluffy things! No need to go all big eyes and oversized heads, but animals with fur. Creepy and slimy things just aren't my thing.. Still don't be afraid to make something dark/evil
-Anything tribal/ runes e.t.c
-Native american stuff
-Feathers! 
-Accessories like jewels, bows, companions, swords, knives, scarfs, armors, anything! 
-Tawny, golden, brown, white, red, blue, cyan, gray, black (well, not all combined)
-I like more natural base colors, but with smaller markings in unnatural colors like blue or red
-Long tails, big/long ears, long bodies, short bodies, small paws, (be creative with the anatomy. I like pretty much everything, just make something special!)
-I like detailed and semi-detailed designs, but also more simple ones so I can animate them

Keep in mind that it doesn't have to be that complicated (I must be able to draw it), but each character needs something that makes it special! Just a rare pattern or a small marking in the face e.t.c

Here's a list of what I don't want:
-Scene or sparkle-dogs (I allow hair/ hair-tufts, just no scene-stuff)  
-Humans or anthro
-Characters with 2 or less different colors (C'mon guys!)
-Horses are ok but no My Little Pony


Prizes:
1st place:
4000:points:
$20 USD (PayPal)
1 drawing by Icestar34
1 full body drawing by me (transparent bg)
1 custom design by me
1 chibi by me
A lama and a watch from me

2nd place:
1700:points:
$8 USD (PayPal)
1 drawing by Icestar34
1 full body drawing by me (transparent bg) or a custom design
1 chibi by me
A lama and a watch from me

3rd place
700:points:
$5 USD (PayPal)
1 full body drawing by me (transparent bg) or a custom design
1 chibi by me
A lama and a watch from me

4th places
(These are only if there are other designs I really like. There might be more than one of them)
200:points:
1 full body drawing by me (transparent bg) or a custom design
A lama and a watch from me

If you don't have PayPal the money prizes will be given in points and art c: 


Rules:
-You can make as many entries as you wish (but please spend some time on each design)
-1 character each picture please!
-Please link back to me and this contest in the description of your entry
-Send me a note with the link to your entry or comment on this journal
-You can enter older characters of yours
-If you don't win anything you can do whatever you want with the character
-All the art must be yours 
-If you win the art will still be yours, but the character/design will be mine and I can do whatever I want with it 
-I want original characters so your lineart must only be used for this contest (anatomy makes half the character!)
-You don't have to make a ref sheet, but I'd really appreciate it
-You may give it a name and a gender but if it wins I can change it if I want to c;

If you have any questions please don't be afraid to ask~

End date: 31. August 2013 (May be extended) EDIT: I've extended the deadline to  15. September

I'll give 5 free :points: to everyone who advertises this in a journal e.t.c please send me a link!

If you're making a jornal please include that it's a design contest, some of the prizes (like 4000:points:, 20$ and lots of art) and a link to the contest and me!
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Another commission for :iconarchimages:

I love me my watercolors ;__;
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I warmed up the colors from meme version. Anyway, enjoy my "regress" picture ;;;;

Pencil + photoshop for colors. Pencil part only: [link]
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More Fisheye Placebo promotional art! :D

This one features some silly programmer graffiti despite the serious atmosphere.

The pigeons with IPoAC (IP over Avian Carriers) is a proposal to carry Internet Protocol (IP) traffic by birds such as homing pigeons as a part of an April fool’s joke.

The 3 square icons next to it says eat, sleep, code.

The ones on the stairs refers to another April fool’s joke that created Error 418. Like Error 404, which means “Not Found”, Error 418 means “I’m a teapot”.

The rest of the graffiti are various words and symbols related to the story.

Ch0 of Fisheye Placebo will hopefully be released around March…maybe…

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Art trade with one of my favorite artists, *megatruh! (I'm finally done, haha.) She requested a painting of Ashitaka from Princess Mononoke, which happens to a movie that I absolutely adore so I enjoyed doing this! I wanted to capture movement as well as this interesting perspective (I love his costume design here.) Ref images: www.animeresimleri.com/data/me… imgur.com/ArL4ex9 I might continue this portrait series... I want a San and Lady Eboshi to match this one...

Step-by-step process: alicexz.tumblr.com/post/424790…

Amazing piece I got in return from *megatruh!
chemistry of common life . by megatruh

Artwork by Alice X. Zhang
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This is my entry for the Disney Club Historical Disney Contest: [link]

Dedicated to a close friend of mine, he'll know why ;) : [link]

Here you can see Aurora, Belle, Marie Antoinette, and Cinderella dancing.
I chose to set the scene during Late Baroque also known as Rococo, which evolved slightly before Marie Antoinette's time, but she was still a part of the late Rococo, because I just love the dresses and elaborate hair designs. I also wanted the Disney ladies to have the honor of meeting an iconic fashion guru. hehe
Hope you like it.

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