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Wellwishing
By Laurenzo O.
A new year, bright beginnings,
always looking for some winnings.
Friends and families worth more than a zillion,
never too busy making millions.
The year was impressive,
I shall write a missive,
longing for a journey of adventure,
towards our goals we shall venture.
Get rid of that fat gut,
eat less and stop being a dud.
Wishes will be met,
do not give up just yet.
Regale, reach out for the nearest stars,
never lose sight of your greatest tasks.
Be strong, be prepared to be your best,
we will triumph over the biggest tests.
Have zest, be merry, cling your glass,
delight upon victory, the day is ours.
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Literature
The Elementals Part 5
The Elementals Part 5
''Skin wearer?''
Chrysalla cocked her head in amusement and stared at her bloodstained hands.
''Yes my dear, you are my pet skin wearer. You have done horrible things in the past but I
shall forgive your for I am a magnanimous God.''
Chrysalla flapped her wings and circled the glowing artificer. She was still uncertain about
the intention of this entity.  
''Why did you make me do this? They were just beetles.''
The artificer growled. He was like an untamed animal behind the grandeur of his physical
embodiment.
''They were beetles who were craving for your entrails. They were only following my orders but surely you cannot forgive a bunch of numskulls who lacked the willpower to craft their own opinions. Such creatures are unworthy to live in my world, our world.''
The Artificer spoke like a veteran orator, his every word infused with persuasive guile.
The corrupt fairy shook her head, the demonic influence from the blood-lust was overcoming
her own volition.
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The Elementals Part 4
The Elemental Part 4
The winds were threshing about, sands swirling in eddies that attempted to swallow everything that it came into contact with.
The Artificer was hovering in his full splendour, draped in a tan cloak with a hood concealing his wizened features. The creator
of the Earth had his branch-like arms crossed as he stared down at his fairy captive.
Crysalla was shuddering and went speechless in awe. The Artificer had the inherent effect of exacting reverence from his creations, so it
came to him as an embarrassing surprise when Zion executed her escapade.
''Why did you revolt against me puny girl?''
The Artificer asked in a thunderous voice that roiled the sand. The Artificer removed his hood, he was still in midair, and focused a pair
of breaming golden eyes at the fairy. In a flourish of his massive palm, the beetles closed in on Crysalla and she trembled even more.
The false God then extended his palm to stop the bugs in their track.
''I asked you a rudimentary question,
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Literature
The Elementals Part 3
The Elementals Part 3
In the meantime, humanity was springing up within the continents, they travelled from point to point, domesticating other animals to serve their will and acquired knowledge on skills like language and agriculture with the intellect of their advanced brains.
The Artificer was still immensely upset at the fairies who he vilified as the defilers of his paradise. The self-proclaimed “God” became wary of every little detail within his existence as the betrayal of the fairies had dealt a crushing blow to his weak continence.
In order to exact control over the whereabouts of his newly appointed spy, Numinous-the-fairy, the Artificer crafted a small platoon of shadow-melding hunters to tail him- in other words, the veritable spy was being espied. This was clearly the behaviour of a paranoid “God”.
It was however unfortunate, due to the flagrant oversight of the Artificer that the spies of the spy were mostly a bunch of lazy, self-serving vermin and
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The Elementals Part 2
The Elementals Part 2
Zion and her band of fairies flew miles on end, they would halt for sustenance at rivers and lakes whenever the group felt exhausted. In their little heads, the main mission was to outrun the clutches of the artificer and his mindless enforcers so they needed the strength.
The artificer possessed no qualms about hunting the runaways and punishing them dearly. His first act was to summon the clouds to do his bidding. They were to direct lightning strikes upon any creature resembling the fairies. The leader of the clouds, Numinous, abetted with satisfaction as he was a pompous being who wanted nothing more than to destroy anything he considered inferior to the clouds, including mankind.
A preternatural storm brewed and the landscape turned from a vibrant green to a wasteland of shadowy doom, concealed by foreboding thunderclouds.
Numinous and his favoured generals, Vapore and Bolt, scoured the lands menacingly and many butterflies and hummingbirds were executed in t
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The Elementals Part 1
The Elementals
From the Blind Eternities, there was an artificer who sat alone on his gilded throne within the stunning sky. He looked around him and eventually felt bored of his loneliness. He began to draw the energies from the Blind Eternities to create small delicate beings that came to be known as pixies.
The pixies would flutter their exiguous wings in a stream of blue and entertained the Artificer in his newly-formed throne room, since he felt that he deserved more than a measly chair. However, when the artificer grew sick of his creation, he would place the pixies inside an enormous cage. The pixies were very sad and one day, the leader among them, the keenest of mind and brightest of fairy glow, Zion, decided to stage a revolt.
As the centuries passed, the Artificer created more products from the great eye in his mind. Since, he was frequently bored and had a capricious personality, he would keep himself constantly pleased lest he lost his calm and destroyed everything in rage
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Petrichor
Petrichor
The smell of rain is inhaled within my body,
a calmness overcomes my deepest agonies.
The chilling wind accompanying the cooling night,
expels my body of any fright.
Awash with a keen sense of purpose,
I am no longer imprisoned within the curse.
My mind has begun to take on a life of its own,
failure was merely on loan.
I am inspired to conjure my strongest weapon,
my mind!
I am of honour to incline.
The suffering of yesterday has ended,
tomorrow will be positively intended.
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Literature
The Unicorn
Wake up your sweet little head,
the world needs you off your comfy bed.
Go forth and reap the rewards of this earth,
you will be blessed from the divines above.
Be realistic, do not lose yourself in serendipity.
We can only work with the etchings in reality.
The unicorn of fables long uttered by the ancients, come from your mind, within its caverns.
They trample upon the boring peat of life and marshals glory in their stride. You bore the brunt of a doomed collective world, filled with dark omens trapped in a twirl.
Wake your sweet pretty little head, stop living a life that you will soon regret.
Be that magical beast of ye old lore, quit being a blatant petty bore.
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Surreptitiously Lodged
Surreptitiously Lodged
I have been lurking in secret among the rocks near the sea,
calming waves and soothing breezes hit me.
The fish are afraid to ever greet me,
they say that land terrifies them, it truly beats me.
Carrying my home wherever I go,
I lug an entire gigantic household.
The horseshoe chaps had it easy,
their shells are always attached to them, it is their destiny.
Me on the other hand, always picks and choose,
as my body grows, I am granted clues.
Shape and size, these are just some of what I must know,
also the previous tenant must be evicted from the get-go.
Innocent children saunter in groups,
prodding my home with sticks, those naughty galoots.
Intrusion is what I call them,
they do not have heart.
I am but a hermit in the urban lush.
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Literature
The types of personality
We meet all sorts of people daily.
Who we are is a result of reactions toward people and the non-living environment.
It is especially taxing with people because they are temperamental and they affect the environment greater than any object.
We need to identify the type As and type Bs. Type Bs are calm and clear about they wish to accomplish but they do not rush into things or panick. In the aspect of panicking, they are diametrically opposed to type As.
Type As are fast and furious in whatever they do and they pride in their ability to negate style and tact,  in their focus for task completion. They pay little heed to public feedback because they are obstinate and often curt.
Good or bad? We cannot say for certain but it is vital that we identify these traits in our colleagues and acquaintances. We cannot leave it to guesswork because the repercussions would be unthinkable!
If you were to go all-turtle (slow and steady) with Type As, then prepare for some serious tongue-lashing. A
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Some of us
Some of Us
Some people are imbued with a zest for the arts,  some embrace practicality ; atleast, what they make of it.
Why do we do the things that we do? This is a recurring topic in our daily lives. Why does Whitney Houston sing, why the gulf war, why the soverignty of nations or why the Brexit?
We need to delve deep and sense it! Why of course! You must think that this is superficial, what riff-raff, why talk about such things? There are more pressing matters to set our minds to.
Wrong. What see manifests around us: media, propaganda, politics, these are all matters that evolved from the substrate of creative minds. They have become trite due to repetition.
These law and order of things are not perennial. Unless we act decisively, we will forever be indebted to the past and how are supposed to effectively advance then?
We should increase our scope of sight and understand the flow of things. What does the future hold? That is a mystery. But what we can do, is brace ourselves fo
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Chasms
Chasms
Lets talk about chasms. There are chasms in people,  some are full of crap,  some are full of stories.
Some are drab while some are just so lovable to have as company.
A preponderance are just so one-dimensional that it hurts.
Even polygons have more sides than these souls.  
We should not remain classless for too long. Never be lame. Life is too short to be lame.
Unless you are an immortal.
Well are you Poseidon?
Are you Loki?
Are you even a half blood like Heracles?
No you are not. So stop blabbering and sinking into a delusion you cannot awaken from.
Live well and be interesting.
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Look at you
Look at you
Would you look at you, in your little fetal position,  all tucked away in the corner like jack.
Sucking your thumb like a pathetic waif- you get lampooned by meaningless afflictions.
You hear the windows shatter,  you see the shadows scurry,  your head is filled with throes of fear and uncertainty.
The door creaks,  a strange silhouette graces the laminated floor. You cringe, you nearly cry but remnants of your pride comes to the rescue.
The figure moves slowly, it seems to limp ;it makes a horrific sound like that of bones breaking.
Then you see its deformed legs, & kneecaps bending the way that nature did not intend them to be. You see that the being is preternatural.
It is a giant dummy wrapped up in bandage like a mummy but traces of skin are exposed, revealing the putrid flesh of the ghoul.
It is blind. It has only one eye unconcealed by the wrap, it scans the surrounding, sees nothing of interest and trudges away with great idiocy.
You gasp, you th
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Blazing
Blazing
In my sunflower paradise,  everything looks so clean and nice.
The verdant fields filed with fauna that buzz,  all ready to seek the sun's warmth.
I picture myself with a piccolo in hand,  back against a hardwood tree beetling a hillock, trying to adjust my mind to think about the world of things.
To forget about the politics of the crazy world that we live in.
The barn is filled with thoroughbreds,  all neighing like there is no tomorrow.
But there's a tomorrow,  and a very balmy one indeed.  As I carefully finger the instrument,  a thought creeps up my head,  switching on the lights upstairs,  pulsating neurons laboring to afford introspection.
I hear a distant shout, like that of a mad person in an asylum,  this is precedence to me,  nobody ever intercepts me in my respite,  nobody.
It is the farmhand, with his arms drenched in grease, he must have repaired a tractor or lawnmower---wrench and crowbar hanging loosely
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Ineptitude
Ineptitude
The vile serpent taunts us evermore with fangs drenched with venom from within its putrid core.
We abandon cause to build and grow,  amidst the trials of tomorrow.
What torment meets us headlong thus,
No pretty excuse from the hour burst.
We adjoin forces to pulverise, the sinister harpies of the skies,
Those winged miscreants with bloodshot eyes will swoop upon our vaunted prize.
Let no dishonorable word creep into our hearts,  that liken us with deep unjust.
We are soldiers all amassed, to excavate our tainted past.
Drink in ecstasy already,
We see that compass is styled and ready,
The gourmet that we chomp all that,  is the mean mockeries to dismay.
We swallow all the words of shrews,
All implications we heartily eschew.
Grave peril comes to those who hurt,
May angels grieve them who were curt.
Chalcedony is the heart of hearts,
Lined with gold against all rebuts.
We ascend unto gilded throne,
Free from guile within our bones.
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By Laurenzo O.

A new year, bright beginnings,
always looking for some winnings.
Friends and families worth more than a zillion,
never too busy making millions.

The year was impressive,
I shall write a missive,
longing for a journey of adventure,
towards our goals we shall venture.

Get rid of that fat gut,
eat less and stop being a dud.
Wishes will be met,
do not give up just yet.

Regale, reach out for the nearest stars,
never lose sight of your greatest tasks.
Be strong, be prepared to be your best,
we will triumph over the biggest tests.

Have zest, be merry, cling your glass,
delight upon victory, the day is ours.
St Griffus Citadel
My first attempt at drawing a castle. Castles are edifices in architecture that really take my breath away.
Historically, castle are known to be the abode of royalty but also places where treaties are signed and the order of power is shifted. To the laity of the past, a castle also holds court where their pleas are attended to by the presiding monarch and nobles.
I have used the traditional medium of a HB pencil along with a playcolor 2 marker upon A5 80gsm woodfree paper. Free the Woods!
St. Griffus Citadel is a fictional bastion of Griffin rearing monarchs. The magnificent structure contains a crocodile-infested moat, crenellated walls, arrowslits and pennants that symbolise the Griffin dynasty.
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The Elementals Part 5

''Skin wearer?''

Chrysalla cocked her head in amusement and stared at her bloodstained hands.

''Yes my dear, you are my pet skin wearer. You have done horrible things in the past but I
shall forgive your for I am a magnanimous God.''

Chrysalla flapped her wings and circled the glowing artificer. She was still uncertain about
the intention of this entity.  

''Why did you make me do this? They were just beetles.''

The artificer growled. He was like an untamed animal behind the grandeur of his physical
embodiment.

''They were beetles who were craving for your entrails. They were only following my orders but surely you cannot forgive a bunch of numskulls who lacked the willpower to craft their own opinions. Such creatures are unworthy to live in my world, our world.''

The Artificer spoke like a veteran orator, his every word infused with persuasive guile.

The corrupt fairy shook her head, the demonic influence from the blood-lust was overcoming
her own volition. The Artificer knew this and he was pleased.

''Come child, let us begin your journey for a new sense of purpose. You must put down everything that reminds you of those fallen beetles. Every life form which is incapable of
developing a resolve should be extracted from this world and pulverized.''

Chrysalla could detect the villainous nature of her companion but she was growing weak and powerless to defy him. There were flashbacks of her mission in her head, of the quest for a forward camp, of pixies, of Zion but they were quickly fading. Her strength too, was starting to leave her small body.

''I cannot think straight. I feel like I am about to faint. What is going on? What is wrong with me? I am afraid...''

Chrysalla wiped her forehead with the back of her dainty hand and removed the stifling
''beetle mask'' from her face. She saw the sun and it was moving violently, the whole world around her was shaking and twinkling, she felt that she was going mad. Then, she fainted and fell from midair, into the arms of the artificer.

''You are weak but soon, you will grow to accept your new body. I will program you to be greater than any of those traitors who thought they were better than me. They will rue the day that they were created. I am the Artificer and my will is absolute.''

The Artificer levitated with Chrysalla in his arms. He rose above some clouds and caught an aerial glimpse of the desert below him. He could see that the devious fairies were separated into two camps. He planned his strike.

''Zion must be dealt with last, just so that she witnesses the destruction of her sisters.''

The malicious God held the small fairy with one hand and whistled with the other. From the sky, Zargos appeared and landed on the sandy desert like a dexterous cat.

''Attack the band of fairies away from Zion. Leave none alive.''

Zargos, the monstrous hound gave off a preternatural bark in rage, sounding like the engine of a steam train more than an organic animal.

''But you will need to be punished for your lack of vigilance. That way, you shall learn.''

The Artificer performed a gesture with his unburdened arm, resembling a choke hold. One of the seven eyes of the demonic dog started to bleed and loosen from its socket. The eye putrefied and fell off like a overly ripened fruit from a tree.

Zargos whined and leapt about in excruciating pain as blood leaked from his empty socket. The dog soon regathered itself and let out a stronger howl, one portending that the hunt had begun. This beast thrived on pain, its head was covered in a host of clefts, suggesting that it was once a creature with at least a thousand eyes. The bloodthirsty hound bent its hind legs and shot itself into the distance.

The Artificer smiled, hugged the fairy closer to his broad chest and lifted himself into the upper levels of his realm.
What is the difference between a raven and a writing desk?
That was a question that continuously popped up during Tim Burton's rendition of Alice in Wonderland.

Johnny Depp's mad hatter constantly pondered over the solution to the odd conundrum.

So what indeed is the difference? That is a good question. Scientifically, we are all non-existent, just formations caused by the coagulation of particles distanced apart and kept intact. Form itself is subjective. When somebody sees the statue of Liberty, what indeed greets their mind? Is it an edifice of beauty and splendor? Is it an avatar of freedom? Or is it just a gigantic inanimate woman that occupies way too much of an island?

What is the difference between a raven and a writing desk? Indeed, what is the difference between a chopstick and a cow? Why stop there? What is the difference between a book and a tunnel?
Only when we begin to ask lots of questions, do we finally learn the art of knowledge.

We cannot decipher any of the greatest mysteries of our splendid world but certainly we can try to make sense of our lives. To pinpoint the direction that we are most familiar and comfortable with. The mad hatter may appear outwardly ludicrous but internally, he may be at peace with his own thinking self.

Most of us are bogged down by the terrible rapidity of life, of the need for survival and acceptance from a cold and harsh society living by rigid rules but ultimately, if we want to enjoy every single second of our waking lives, all we need to do is to be true to ourselves and everything shall take flight. We will get a panoramic view of choices that will benefit not just ourselves but also those around us.

What is the difference between a raven and a writing desk? It is either something or nothing, what do you see?

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I'm the cupidkiller, seize your moments people, love, romance all that magic, its not a fairytale..just know what you're doing and you'll watch the amazing effects unfold.

Cupid is just a short fart who thinks he knows best, well, I shot him down, so go get the right one for yourselves, you got the power now!

Personal Quote: You don't need an angelic midget for love, you need you and the special one
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jasloaa Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2019  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday!!
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Phototubby Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2018  Hobbyist Photographer
El Djem,on the tracks of the Romans (II). by Phototubby   :iconthankyoutailsplz:
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rkk414 Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2013  Student General Artist
Hey!  I finished drawing the dragon with the humanoid head, but I'm lost on the background.  At the moment, it's transparent and I think it looks okay like that, but it would be better with a background.  Should I show you the finished one and we can decide on a background together?  Or do you have some ideas for backgrounds?  Or should I just do abstract whatever?  (Just a warning, I'm not very good at backgrounds)
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CupidKiller Featured By Owner Aug 21, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Sorry for the late reply, yes yes, please do show me the finished product so we could work on the final result together. Looking forward to your reply! So sorry, I have been inactive on Deviantart!

But I am surelyl back now!
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rkk414 Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2013  Student General Artist
Ok, I've done the guidelines and the head (but no coloring or shading, just the outline.) This look okay so far? [link]
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CupidKiller Featured By Owner Jun 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I am loving so far, especially the impassive facial expression.
Keep up the excellent work and enjoy your vacation to the fullest :)
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rkk414 Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2013  Student General Artist
Or, after seeing my horrid attempts to portray your idea, would you rather stick with something along these lines?
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rkk414 Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2013  Student General Artist
Or more of something like this?
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CupidKiller Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
No way, it is not bad at all, I love it!

Alright let us stick to this humanoid face and bond it with the dragon body that you drew below.

You are talented, I now know that you're totally up for the job :)
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rkk414 Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2013  Student General Artist
So, you'd like a profile view young woman's face [and hair,] and a dragon body that goes down to about shoulder/elbow length?

I'll try my best :)!
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