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Wed, 16 Sep 2009 12:43:35 PDT

Whoo just got paid the rest of my money for the commission for tca254 [link] so as I promised heres more!

I chose this one cuz i enjoy how shes struggling Since this was a photo set I have pics from when shes just tied up to when i stuffed her mouth to when shes fully gagged so if you wanna see any of those tell me and ill prolly post em depending on how many want it.

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Mothers

Tue, 17 May 2005 22:53:07 PDT

THE BAD NEWS...

Today a C-130 Hercules crashed in Iraq. According to witnesses, the wreckage was spread out over a wide area. Anyone familiar with aircraft accidents will confirm that this indicates that the aircraft came apart high in the air, not on impact with the ground.
A week ago, a helicopter crashed in Iraq, killing 31 people. Officially blamed on the weather, reports from the crash site indicate the wreckage covered 2 square kilometers. Again, this strongly suggests that the helicopter came apart high in the air. The Baghdad meteorological office confirms that the weather was clear with only moderate winds and no sandstorms at the time of the crash.

The bad news is that the Iraqi people have gained the ability to shoot down our aircraft. The US, having lost control of the use of the roads in Iraq, resorted (as they did in Veitnam) to trying to run the war from the air. The folly of that approach was demonstrated in Afghanistan when the Mujahideen learned how to kill the helicopters the Russians relied on. And now it is happening again.

That's the bad news.

There is more bad news.

There were no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. Both the United Nations' inspections under Scott Ritter and the subsequent United States search under Charles Duelfer confirmed that Saddam Hussein was actually in compliance with United Nations' demands to destroy the weapons he had possessed prior to Desert Storm. The remains of the destroyed weapons were documented. They did not go anywhere. They didn't exist. The inspectors found rotted and corroded remains dating back to the Iran/Iraq war. When inspectors visited the remains of Iraq's reactor that had been bombed by Israel, instead of a revived weapons program they found the building being used to grow mushrooms. Common sense tells you that if Saddam really had weapons of mass destruction, he would have used them to halt the US invasion. That is, after all, what weapons of mass destruction exist for. Common sense will also tell you that if the US really HAD thought Saddam had weapons of mass destruction, they likely would not have invaded in the first place.

Iraq has not been supporting "Al Qaeda". The CIA has concluded that not only is there no evidence to support such a claim, but that Saddam and Al Qaeda were actually enemies. Al Qaeda's avowed purpose is theocratic rule, and Saddam's government was a secular one. Had Saddam actually armed Al Qaeda, he would have found himself as their first target.

Iraq had nothing to do with 9-11. Nobody has found any evidence to support that claim.

According to people who have been jailed by both Saddam and the US, the US torturers are much, MUCH worse.

The United States has killed more civilians in Iraq than died in 9-11.

And while we are at it, Iran actually gassed the Kurds, according to a study by the US Army War College.

That is the truth. Deal with it.

Bush continues to insist that the war in Iraq was justified, even as every single justification for that war has fallen into dust. Personally, I would like to see him talk to the familes of those kids killed in that helicopter crash and convince them that this war was worth all the pain they are going through; that it was the right thing to do to send our kids over to Iraq, minus the armor needed for conventional wars (let alone what should have been given the kids if the US really thought they were facing an enemy armed with weapons of mass destruction).

I don't know, maybe Bush will grin sheepishly and say the war was about the oil all along. I can't say that makes any sense either. The US is getting about $150 million in oil out of Iraq every month, for which it spends over $5 billion a month. Plus the dead kids, of course. Maybe Philip Zelikov, one of the official 9-11 Commissioners, was correct when he stated in a speech that Iraq was invaded for Israel.

But here is the really bad news.

Rather than admit that the invasion of Iraq is a "Charlie Foxtrot", Bush and his pro-war advisors will continue to pour your money and your children into Iraq, because they have to stay in Iraq in order to move on to the invasion of Iran. And the justifications for invading Iran are, well, the same ones they used for Iraq, weapons of mass destruction, support for terror, yadda yadda yadda... The nation will slide more firmly into unpayable debt at the rate of $5 billion a month, to fight a war whose real purpose is being hidden from the American people whose money and children are being spent so profligately. Bush can't even keep the smirk off of his face any more. He knows he is lying. He knows you know he is lying. And he knows there isn't anything you will do about it. Most people don't have the courage to stand up to a corrupt war machine until after it is their own child lying in that box, and of course by then it is way too late.

So, that's the bad news. The people the US invaded are getting better at killing our kids, who were sent off to invade Iraq for, well, we don't really know, do we? They are angry, and rightly so. The people of Iraq know they did not do any of the things Bush claimed they did to justify the war. Our troops know it too. Our kids KNOW they are the villains, and they have to fight that awareness while they fight the Iraqi people, the climate, and the lack of supplies. The war cannot be won because all the stated goals have been exposed as deceptions. And your kids are stuck there, dying, not because they can win, but because thay are just "placeholders", holding open the door to the invasion of Iran.

That's the bad news.

Kinda sucks, doesn't it?

[link]

PT - Spirit Day 2011

Thu, 20 Oct 2011 02:45:04 PDT

_{Picture This By *Tyshea and *Ai-Bee
A collection of short stories about love between girls.
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Since the story deals with LGBT empowerment, we wanted to do this really, really bad. We apologize for only having ladies in PT thusfar, but when the time comes, we'll be doing this exact same thing with boys. We love you too gentlemen, don't forget that. ♥
While working on PT, we have gotten some commentary along the lines of some of our couples being "too masculine". Now, this is just fifty kinds of silly, okay?
Gender is a socially based thing. Your biological sex and your identified gender have nothing to do with each other, and everyone has their very own way of expressing themselves- that includes gender. But because of the gender "roles" our society is built on (housewife, businessman), gender is something many use as a weapon for hate. But, to us and many other people, gender is fluid. So in this series, we tried to explore types of gender expression within girl love.

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:Sam&Sara: Androgynous, Girls next door.
Commonly known as "Chapstick" in LGBT terms, they are comfortably in between on the gender scale. Sam is taller and more athletic, but it doesn't mean she'd play the "boy" role in their relationship, and it doesn't mean Sara would be the "feminine" role because she's shorter and less active. They are extremely interchangeable. Sara has incredible willpower and is fiercely protective; And Sam has gentle, sensitive, wavering emotions. They both enjoy typically "boyish" activities, such as sports and video games, but why exactly are these things "boyish"?
Their story is about loving without boundaries and finding the strength to face their insecurities. It's about two girls with the same exact problems from two totally different worlds, and how they find strength in each other, which is why they're depicted both protective and gentle at the same time. I personally find it charming Sara is the more protective looking of the two, whereas Sam is more gentle.

:Jay&Jess: Masculine, Boyish.
One of our tougher couples to comprehend, most people don't seem to be used to two extremely masculine girls being in the same relationship.. The usual assumption is that masculine girls dress that way to attract feminine girls- but this just isn't always the case. Some girls that wear pants like other girls that wear pants. Why not? As Ty said in her explanation; "A girl can wear men's clothes and still like masculine men, or feminine men, or feminine girls, or masculine girls" Or gender-queer people, or no one at all. Your sexual preference has nothing to do with your personal expression. The problem is, when someone of one sex takes on the gender binary of the opposite sex, people will become hostile. Whether it's confusion, territorial reaction, or just lack of understanding, they react harshly to people in this bracket. In our current society, men can't even wear skirts or dresses without risking extreme abuse.
In their story, they get a lot of flack because they're so explicitly masculine, but they are protective and stable in their personalities, eliminating the "damsel" everyone keeps trying to find in one of them. That's why their pose is very blunt, strong, and steadfast.

:Stella&Gale: Feminine and Masculine, Protector and Nurturer.
These two, in most respects, are the couple that is comfortable conforming to gender binaries. In the LGBT community, they are the "Butch/Femme" dynamic, generally mimicking the roles of a typical straight pair. This is completely fine! There is no big deal about choosing to follow the girly girl or boyish boy lines- as long as it is of your free will. If you enjoy being a stud, or a bombshell, you are totally in your zone, and that is the best thing you could have. The issue with gender roles is when people start expecting it of you. "Because you are a girl, you must wear frilly dresses and play with dolls. Because you are a boy, you must only wear pants and play with cars." These are the kind of stifling things that create isolate children for years. Not only does it make hard to identify with others, it makes them uncomfortable with themselves, which causes self-destructive emotions no one deserves to feel.
Their story is about gender binary in its entirety, what conforming provides as privilege- and what it can take away. Their pose reflects their healthy masculine-feminine balance, protective masculinity and nurturing femininty.

:Mona&Su-Mi: Feminine, Girlish
Our most feminine couple, also known as "lipstick", they are most widely accepted by default. It's common to have people associate "lesbians" to be "hot" like the pin up models in playboy. Though these two are feminine, we made it a point to disrupt this stereotype by making them opposite sides of the beauty spectrum; petite and plump. On the flip-side of Jay&Jess- There's nothing wrong with being a feminine girl or masculine boy and preferring that in your partners. There are common grounds you may find with someone on the same side of the scale that would be more difficult otherwise.
Their story is about the trails of femininity in relation to sexuality-- "You're too pretty to be gay." And also how girls of a specific body type have to try harder in order to express themselves because of even older dead-horse objectification and assumption. It's about being confident and happy with yourself, and being able to in turn give that confidence to others. Their pose, in that respect, is gentle, soft, delicate, perhaps shy, but also very feminine, and mysterious.
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I'm not too good at keeping up with every holiday- I noticed it wa National Coming Out Day on the day of back on the 10th, and I was like, "Oh.. I totally forgot." Now, this is just my opinion, but I quite dislike NCOD. While I support those who take pride in it, I personally feel like it's actually its own form of peer pressure. I mentioned casually to Ty that it was NCOD, and wondered if it'd be more "appropriate" to submit this work on an 'officially' celebrated LGBT holiday. Her first reaction was "Eeeeh." Which is honestly exactly how I felt!
Honestly, the entire concept of needing to "Come out" is something subjectively over-encouraged. Why do we have to "come out"? Why do we have to "stay in the closet"? Why can't we just be? Like everyone else. Coming out is never a complete process, either- there will always be people you won't want to come out to. Really, 'coming out' happens naturally- without that terminology- when you're ready and in the company of safe people, and that seems like more than enough for me.

On another note, the difference between Spirit Day and National Coming Out Day are that the latter is something you are proud and ready to do, that step you want to take. Spirit Day is about those people that aren't ready, that weren't ready, that could never be ready where they currently are in life. Not everyone is ready- Not everyone, even if they ARE mentally and emotinally ready to "come out", CAN without suffering extreme verbal and physical abuse. I don't care how strong you think you've become by "roughing it out" if you choose do to nothing but belittle those that were weaker than you, which happened last year and continues to happen.
If that is your only goal, leave. You are no better than the people that mentally, emotionally, and physically abused you. And that is something I am extremely pained to say.
I would have defended you if you were falling apart from the abuse, regardless of the dangers it could have put me in, or if I was strong enough to take it.
Why wouldn't you do the same?

Sketch, Colors, Text, sexystuff by *Tyshea
Sketch, Lines, swooning over this concept *Ai-Bee

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Find out more about the "NOH8" campaign here: [link]
Find out more about Spirit Day here: [link] and [link]
deviantART honors Spirit Day
Let's extend Spirit Day to 2011
"It Gets Better"
The Trevor Project
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Because in the end, we need to stop looking at gender, and start looking at people.
Happy Spirit Day, in memory of those heroes.
Let's dye the world purple. No Hate.}

Chop Suey

Fri, 17 Dec 2010 23:49:24 PST

Please read the description fully before jumping on me.

I am rather shocked and appalled at the lack of understanding what suicide is, and what people go through that commit suicide.
So I decided to make a stamp for a statement.

Okay, let's get one thing straight:
I don't believe suicide deserves sympathy.
`DoItForTheLulz makes a good explanation here: [link]

The people who deserve sympathy are the family and friends who must have to suffer the loss.
_{If, you know, they don't disown them. Some people do disown their kids for committing suicide.
In which case I would say the victim does deserve sympathy. Not so much for the suicide, but for having a shitty family.}

Anyway,
what should be paid attention to is why they committed suicide, not that they committed suicide.
I'll get to that eventually, but let me get on with what this stamp is talking about.

Please understand suicide!
I've attempted suicide.

My therapist told me suicide isn't about wanting to die.
It's about wanting to get away but not having any other way of doing it (or not seeing one).

To be honest, did I want to die? No!
Did I want to leave though? Yes.

It's human nature to want to escape that which causes pain, discomfort, anguish, etc.
Suicide is just a form to try and get away. It's no different than running, changing schools, divorce, moving towns, avoidance, blocking, ignoring, walking away -- all other socially accepted forms of escaping.
So why do we pick on suicide victims, call them "weak" and the like, when they're just doing what we do on a regular basis?

Suicide is natural, btw.

"Because they don't consider the feelings of others"?
That's not weakness. That's selfishness.
And I'll certainly be the first to admit that suicide is very selfish.

But you don't think of that when you've got your chosen method of death sitting in your hand.
That's the thing people don't seem to get about suicide that eats at me most.
You don't think of anything when you're about to do it. Just like you clear your mind when you first go off the high dive at the pool, you just calm down considerably and... well, there you go.

It's still selfish though, don't get me wrong.
But weak? Not really.

Here, have another related stamp:

Everyone is selfish every day of their life. Selfishness is not inherently a bad thing, just where your selfishness is going to and how it affects others.

You don't have to be mentally ill to commit suicide.
A lot of people who commit suicide do not have mood or personality disorders.
Most people, in fact, I'd say, all people, think about suicide at least once in their life.
And that's okay!
Like I said, it's just human nature to want to escape quickly from that which we don't like. We are still animals, so we still think primitively sometimes, and suicide as a form of leaving is... well, pretty primitive. Lacks critical thinking, for sure.

Suicide is a right.
We have a right to bodily autonomy. That means we can do whatever the hell we want to ourselves.
We can shoot up, get pissed, get pierced, have sex, commit suicide -- what the fuck ever.

So if someone commits suicide, it's their right.
There are more reasons for suicide than bullying.

Suicide doesn't make someone weak or sick.
It just makes them selfish. It just makes them human.
_{Which is another reason why it doesn't automatically warrant sympathy.}

Now let's back up a bit;
"Why is suicide awareness important, then?"
Because the families and friends of the deceased need support, for one.
Two, and most importantly of all, we need to understand why they committed suicide.

What drove them to suicide?
Several reasons for suicide include: Bullying, rape, abuse, terminal illness, pregnancy, mental illness, economic downfall, excommunication....

You know, generally unpleasant things we'd all like to get away from?

Overall, these scenarios have one thing in common:
Hopelessness.

You can say "There's always another way!" or "There's always hope!" all you want, but it doesn't automatically make it true, and it certainly doesn't for the victim.

Considering the suicides being mourned on Spirit Day are about bullying, I'll talk about that.
Bullying is itself a pretty serious problem.
But what takes it from simple bullying to a life-threatening hopelessness?

The lack of doing anything.

`DoItForTheLulz made a stamp I find related to this:

When I was bullied as a child, to be honest, I don't think it was that severe.
It was fucking stupid. It made me feel like shit. It probably contributed a bit to my depression today.
But it wasn't on an extreme level, by far.

You know what really ate me up as a kid?
When I felt like it was too much to handle on my own, and turned to adults for help,
all I got back was;
"So what?"
"Tough shit."
"You did it to yourself."
"It's your own fault they're bullying you, you know."
"Well, you responded so we can't do anything."

Fuck, my elementary principal threatened to put me in juvie because of me standing up for myself, physically.

And my school isn't the only one doing this.
Obviously!

It's my theory that it's not so much the bullying,
but the unsympathetic, unhelpful, ignoring, victim-blaming atmosphere created when people are young by adults the kids look up to for help, understanding, and advice when they can't take care of things themselves (being that they're, well, kids).

This creates an eternal feeling of loneliness, helplessness, hopelessness that, if it doesn't lead to suicide, it at least leads to a very miserable, cynical/pessimistic life. Sometimes to the point of mood disorders.

The fact of the general consensus of "So what?" across too many schools in America is what causes the problem.
Not just schools, either -- family, too.

When you can't expect adults to do as they should, why expect kids?

This hopeless environment is what creates the locked doors around the suicidal, imagined or otherwise.
It's called Learned Helplessness. And many people are prey to it, not just victims of suicide.

So we have to look at the causes of suicide, not just go "Oh, a kid died, how terrible!" and leave it at that.
Wearing purple is nice for supporting the families and friends, but it does nothing to prevent happenings in the future.

If you're serious about student suicide issues, then you will address your local schools, teachers, bring about awareness.
There's a bill in Congress now about making it mandatory for schools in the US to have (and actually enforce) anti-bullying programs.
"The Safe Schools Improvement Act (H.R. 2262/S. 3739) would require schools to enact policies to prevent bullying and harassment of all students. It has already been introduced in both the House and Senate.

The last count I heard was:

Safe Schools Improvement Act (SSIA)
HR 2262: 125 cosponsors in the House
S 3739: 12 cosponsors in the Senate"

_{There is also a sister bill, SNDA, about specifically LGBT discrimination in schools;
"And a sister bill, the Student Nondiscrimination Act (H.R. 4530/S. 3390), would ban discrimination in schools based on sexual orientation or gender identity/expression.

Student Nondiscrimination Act (SNDA)
HR 4530: 125 cosponsors in the House
S 3390: 25 cosponsors in the Senate"}

Contact Congress if you are truly interested in stopping student suicide and bullying.
Wearing purple is nice, but using purple is better.

_{The title is in reference to System of a Down's song "Chop Suey!"
The song is about how we judge people based on mode of death, and declare that some "deserve to die" while others do not.
Serj made a statement that everyone deserves to die. I agree; everyone deserves to go to sleep.

However, considering the lyrics of the song, I would go so far as to believe this song is about those who pass judgment on the suicidal in particular. I had heard a rumour it was inspired by an event where a priest (or more?) had publicly insulted a suicide victim and the family of the victim. And I mean nastily insulted.

I cry when angels deserve to die.
So I found it relevant.}

[edit] I'm closing comments on a few of my older stamps. I've heard it all and don't wish to hear any more.

No Dance For This Damsel

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 12:07:43 PST

I was never a huge fan of homecoming or prom and everytime I was there I was either drunk or just didnt go. I mighta satyed if I knew this was goin on behind closed doors!

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-PUNKSAMURAI-

Heart's Door

Thu, 02 Feb 2012 12:43:51 PST

Because she is the one that make me feel alive. Because she is the one that make me smile. Because she is the one that opened my heart's door. Because she is the one I love.

From: [link]

How Does This Open?

Tue, 01 Feb 2011 22:30:43 PST

My white cat asking for the door to be opened (his favorite toy is on the other side of the door)

Suicide Kills. People Care.

Sun, 30 Sep 2012 16:36:43 PDT

Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. Youve had yet another horrible day. Youre just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note youve written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the l...etter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You dont answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks youre asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. Shes screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that Mommy is crying and sissy wont wake up. Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, whats going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, theres an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things theyve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he cant help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He cant handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? Theyre sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? Shes in shock. She cant believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad Bad enough for you to end it. She cant cry, she cant feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. Its a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyones crying, your little brother still doesnt know you killed yourself, hes too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesnt stop for days. Its two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesnt know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didnt succeed like you did, but she triedyour brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices dont just effect you. They effect everyone. Dont end your life, you have so much to live for. Things cant get better if you give up. Im here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we've NEVER talked before, Im here for you. ♥

Muerte's Halloween 2005

Thu, 27 Oct 2005 13:47:30 PDT

Click for full view, please.

Hear ye, hear ye. I'm now finished with this wallpaper now. It sure took its while and it was a good thing I have some days off from school work. It took a couple of days to sketch and a some three days to color and clean up. Quinn is the young adult coongirl in the picture who is magically transformed to meet who ever is at the door. The scared kids are Collin (as Grim Reaper), Darius (as Boyscout), Sheana (as Cowgirl) and Celina (as a Pirate gal).

I want to thank the donators of the wallpaper war, who picked the costume and helped ~shivaesyke. I also want to thank Zorla for sparking the initial idea. And shoutouts go to ~ryalto, *breakbot, Elizar and everyone else who gave invaluable comments of it all.

I hope this'll satisfy your annual fanboi hunger for Quinn. So without further ado, click on for full view.
Cyantian Chronicles Characters, [link] , are courtesy of ~shivaesyke

(EDIT: Preview picture was broken)

Spirit Day

Fri, 19 Oct 2012 05:21:12 PDT

Love is how you see it, whatever the form may be
I've never been able to express how I feel about homosexuality and I guess spirit day has really opened that door.

I believe people have a right to express their love in any way they choose.

While I'm here, I want to admit that I'm thoroughly against bullying, in any way shape and form
I know you might think otherwise, due to most of my artwork based on the video game "Bully"
But that's just a video game, I would never ever treat anybody with disrespect like that, I couldn't live with myself if I did.

I know my picture is simple, but I just wanted to do something before spirit day was over.

I also want to say that I admire the courage people have to go out into the world, showing who they are and facing those people that oppose you, I truly admire your strength <3

Thanks for reading (-:

Secret. 4442

Wed, 03 Dec 2008 21:37:40 PST

The Secret teller would also like to say
Some of the comments I've seen lately make me feel bad for whoever runs DAS, and I'm sure its worse behind closed doors.

Send your secret to DeviantArtSecret@gmail.com
You are invited to anonymously contribute your secrets to DeviantArtSecret.
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Secret. 5208

Tue, 24 Mar 2009 06:29:11 PDT

This Secret is a response to Secret 4540

The Secret teller would also like to say.
I have gotten help{doctor} but it opened so many other doors and problems, and their solution/pill is hurting all of my relationships, personal and family. I almost wish i had simply dealt with it on my own.

Send your secret to DeviantArtSecret@gmail.com
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Advent Calendar 2010

Fri, 26 Nov 2010 08:33:21 PST

Don't know if it's the right category . So, this is the advent calendar for this year . Every day I'll update this picture and you'll see one more OC . At 24th of December are all doors open . Yes, you see right, the 24 is a door like all others . Curious who it could be ?

1.) Twitchy can't wait for christmas and already got a shield 'Merry Christmas '. Merry Christmas Yvonne ! *ForgottenMyShadow

2.) Fenny seems to be happy there below . With her red wings she don't need christmas jewellry . Merry Christmas Hannah ! ~Kamaite

3.) Libertad looks quite happy to have a warm scarf . Merry Christmas Rosa ! =leadmare

4.) Cleo seems to like the golden glitter lamette . Merry Christmas Simone ! ~mona1995xx

5.) YAY, candys, grass and a teddy for Moonlight Shadow . Merry Christmas Fabienne ! ~fabifee

6.) Instead of getting present is Spirit the present . Merry Christmas Kitty ! !DancesWithTheHorses

7.) Hailee opened a candy cane stand with rainbowcolored candy canes . Enjoy your meal Hailee . Merry Christmas Jenny ! *Starshinehorse2

8.) Black Thunder is dressed as Santa. Hohoho, now you get presents . Merry Christmas Candace ! *AhernStables

9.) Aerynne looks so cute with her new hair clips and the ribbon ! Merry Christmas Michelle ! =boribaby

10.) Lorella also looks like an angel without angelwings, halo and glitter . Second angel here . Merry Christmas Kathi ! ~Lorello

11.) Libelle gets a present form a squirrel . What's in it ? Maybe a nut ? Merry Christmas Sophie ! =Horses-Echo

12.) Pocky has warm earmuffs . Better than cold ears, right ? Merry Christmas Kjara ! ~AppyNinja

13.) Zoey has a little snowman until it melts, but where is its nose ? Enjoy your meal Zoey . Merry Christmas Miri ! =shehi101112

14.) Destiny looks so damn beautiful with that little holly behind her ear . Merry Christmas Alice ! *Wild-Hearts

15.) YAY, it snows. Catch them all Heart !!! Merry Christmas Airenne ! ~Moonshine-Horse

16.) Elena only wanted to have some choclate but now she has a little problem with her christmas sock . Merry Christmas Hayley ! ~Peggycupcake23

17.) Aurumm got a little Gingerbreadheart . And who gave it to her ? Cisco of course . Merry Christmas Vivi ! *Bloodrose25

18.) Venus is decorated like a christmastree . The light chain looks good on her . Merry Christmas Paula ! *Paulinka13

19.) Freiha looks so beautiful! A smile for christmas . It's comming ! Merry Christmas Freiha ! ~Freiha

20.) Silver got a early christmas present . A reindeer antlers hairband . She looks very pretty with it . Merry Christmas Steph ! *BronzeHalo

21.) Alanis seems to like the big red candle . Only a few days until christmas ! Love the beautiful candles . Merry Christmas Eszter! ~hamano-kumiko

22.) Ivory wants to be the only one who looks in the other direction . Cheeky girl . Merry Christmas Natalie ! ~ToLaRu

23.) Kiddi looks a bit too small beside the adult horses . Poor little cutie . Merry Christmas Kiddilimausi !

24.) And for a good ending. Here is Samantha. No one knew that she would come in this door, right ? I wish you a Merry merry Christmas and a happy new year ! Thanks for the support at the Advent Calendar. This is my first and last one I'll do . You DON'T know how much work it is ! =Lilafly

Merry Christmas !!!

idea © =boribaby
art © me (=Lilafly)
OCs © their owners

Halloween Fanfic :: Naruto

Wed, 14 Nov 2012 19:35:31 PST

I would like to say I am sorry for such a late story, but MY EDITOR decided to take her sweet time on editing my Fan Fiction. Although, I love her so much because she makes my stories 10 times more awesome! Maybe even more with her slow ass self.

Editor:

Time ticked on as Luna sat at her seat, tapping her finger on the table while staring out the window. She was trying to drown everyone out. Earlier on in the day, various students were assigned groups to make a Halloween event and she’d been grouped with; Naruto, Sakura, Hinata, Kiba, and Choji with Kakashi Sensei as their leader. As she stared out the window, still trying to think of a way out of the whole thing, she could hear Sakura, Kiba, and Naruto still trying to figure out what to do. And Yelling. There was always a lot of yelling involved with them. Luna let out a deep sigh and right when she was about to stand up, Hatake Kakashi walked in the room and she froze in her movement.

"Kakashi Sensei! You’re always late, aren't ya?" Sakura tossed from across the room as a general means of saying, 'Hello'.

"Ya! Sensei, can you please tell Sakura-chan that we should do a skit of zombie and vampire ninjas!" Naruto groaned, pointing in Sakura's direction and complaining.

Again, more bickering as time dragged on. Luna stood stock still, with her head slightly looking at the desk, but just enough to catch a glimpse of Kakashi. She could feel her cheeks get warm, but luckily for her, her long dark purple hair covered her face, even as she started to space, thinking about how his hair was a perfect, angelic shade of silver. Shaking out of her reverie in her own little world, she sat back down and looked back out the window as Kakashi slowly approached everyone.

"No Sensei, we should do a nice skit of a lovely princess falling in love with a fallen angel,but all hell breaks loose because of their forbidden love! Cha!" Sakura chimed in imaging as she spoke.

Kiba bluntly put his opinion out there and said, "Angel! The hell? Werewolf would be so much more in the Halloween spirit."

Luna chuckled a bit in thought. Of course Kiba would want a werewolf and Sakura would want a princesses forbidden love type skit. She thought that everyone was truly and utterly predictable, and stopped to ask herself why she had tried to tune everyone out when she could have been laughing a long time ago. Without her even realizing it, everyone had begun to stare in her direction, thinking she had something in mind.

Again her cheeks went a bright pink and she scowled to quickly cover it up.

"What are you guys looking at? Is there a dragon out the window now? Or a Vampire? Oh! I know! Maybe a ghost!” She chuckled darkly to herself.

"If all this is funny to you Luna, then why don't you throw in an idea?" Kakashi asked.

Luna's eyes grew and she thought, 'Crap, me and my emotions got me into something again. Why is it whenever I try to cover up something, I just drag myself into it!? So much for me walking out of this thing...'

“well,” Luna said as she began to speak up, " I am no expert at this or anything like that, but I just thought it was pretty funny how you guys couldn't compromise on anything. Why not make a skit where a princess gets kidnapped by some Rogue Ninja's or whatever and get’s saved by a sexy werewolf man? It's as simple as that. The werewolf man beats up the Rogue Ninja's and then gets the princess. I think it should have a twisted ending though. Like, maybe the princess is a actually a vampire princess and the two could never love. I don't know, just a thought." Luna shrugged her shoulders trying not to feel herself heat up since everyone was still blankly staring at her.

Again Kakashi spoke, "Great idea, Luna. I wonder why everyone else can't think the same way you do." He smiled at her in a way that felt so nice it seemed as if it went right through his mask and into her heart. "Why don't you be the princess, since it was your idea?" He stated.

Almost everyone but Choji gave a sharp, high pitched 'Whaaaaaaat!?' in amazement at what Kakashi said. Luna gave a faint smile and shook both of her hands in front of her, disapproving the statement.

"No, no, no!" She exclaimed. "Don't you think Sakura would be better for this role? I mean she’s so pretty- Or even Hinata! She has the lady like qualities of a princess. I on the other hand-" As Sakura and Hinata blushed, Luna was cut off by Choji slamming his chip bag on the table.

"Luna, you’re just as pretty as those two. And you’re really nice. Don't put yourself down. You’d make a very convincing princess. Besides, if the princess is secretly a vampire, then a more eerie look is better fitted and Hinata’s too shy to act out the scenes!" Choji exclaimed.

"Very well explained Choji. It’s settled, then. Luna, you’re the Vampire Princess, Kiba, you’re the werewolf, Hinata will do make up, Sakura is the maid, and Naruto and Choji are the Rogue Ninjas."

Kakashi Sensei explained so quickly and passionately that everyone agreed almost too easily. Well, besides Luna. She kind of had a look on her face that said, 'The hell? How did I drag myself into this even more?!'

On the day of the event, Hinata was at Luna's house dressing her up and getting her ready for the skit- at an entirely ungodly hour of the morning. Luna wore a simple, yet elegant purple kimono with thick layers, and Hinata effortlessly made her hair seem like silk in a way that made Luna shine. Looking in the mirror, Luna almost didn't recognize herself. She looked, pretty. Not that she wasn't pretty, she had just always thought of herself as average.

"Hinata! You- you made me so beautiful!" She turned around sharply to hug her, almost tripping over her kimono.

"Th-thanks. To be honest. You are already pretty to begin with. I just added some things to liven you up a little." Hinata gave a faint smile. Luna felt like she was about to tear up, but she held back the hot salt water threatening to ruin the makeup Hinata had worked so hard to put on her face.

"We're both beautiful Hinata." Luna smiled back.

Hinata gave a chuckle and said, "Hey Luna, I-I still have to go to Na-Naruto-kun's house and do his c-costume ... a-and Choji's, so is it alright if you walk to the town square by yourself?"

"Of course Hinata. Go get to your man!" she gave a wink and did a little gun with her fingers. Hinata blushed, put her stuff together and as she walked out Luna's doorway she faintly spoke, "Thank you, and good luck to you as well...."

Luna looked down really fast as Hinata closed the door with a giggle. She paced in her house, thinking, 'I really do look pretty. Will Kakashi-Sensei like it? No... he’d probably want something more revealing.' She slightly pushed her right sleeve so it would slide down her arm and then looked in the mirror again, giving a seducing look to herself, turning bright red. "Ahh, gaaaah! I can't do that! I have respect for myself! I want him to like me for me! " She yelled and then pulled her sleeve back up. She looked at the clock and told herself she should get going so she wouldn't have to walk through crowds wearing the kimono she kept tripping over.

She walked out the front door and held the hems of her kimono in her arms so it wouldn't get drag and get dirty. After about five minutes of walking, she felt as if she was being followed. She stopped and closed her eyes, listening. She could here rustles in the bushes. She quickly opened her eyes and right when she was about to strike someone with a kunai, she found Kakashi Sensei standing with a grin.

Luna quickly looked askance and put the kunai away as well. Her heart was thumping so harshly against her chest she thought for sure Kakashi could hear it.

"Hey now," Kakashi started. "Don't turn away. I know you’re irritated or even upset with me for making you do this, but-" he was cut off by Luna.

"No, it's just - I feel weird. I kind of sort of-" Luna paused trying to find the words so she doesn't seem full of herself.

"Look like an actual princess?" Kakashi finished. Luna flushed a rosy pink and giggled, then looked Kakashi straight in the face.

"I know right?! Surprising isn't it?" She asked as her smile began to fade at the thought that Kakashi thought it was silly for her thinking that way.

"Surprising?" Kakashi put in a questioning tone. "No not really. Anyone can look ten times better if they put make up on and dressed up all pretty." Luna's smile fainted more. He went on, "But you, it's not ten times, it is only five." He looked up to the stars and started walking forward to the town square. Luna's smile completely faded. She was frowning almost tearing. Then she laughed. Kakashi looked back glancing at her.

He looked at her face, Luna was smiling in disappointment while she laughed. He could see a faint tears being held back from her eyes. "You ass hole." Luna quietly said to herself. She dropped her head and tears ran down her face. Kakashi could see them falling his eyes grew. Luna thought to herself, 'How idiotic of me. Thinking I actually looked pretty. Thinking that Kakashi Sensei would actually admire that part of me. I am such an idiot. I am so stupid.'

Kakashi was looking back up at the stars and he kept on walking. Luna about to follow in his tracks to the float they were suppose to do the skit in until something grabbed her by her mouth and both of her arms. Something was put over her mouth. She couldn't figure out what, but it felt like cotton and powder was on it. She faintly grew sleepy as they dragged her away. She wanted to cry out to Kakashi for help, but it was to late. Her eyes fell shut and the last thing she saw was Kakashi. His back facing towards her and his head still looking up at the sky.

As Luna slowly opened her eyes, she saw nothing. It was pitch black. She was laying on something soft. 'It was only a dream' Luna thought to herself. She thought she was in her room, on her bed, claiming that the Halloween event hadn't even happened yet. She closed her eyes in relief, but also in sadness. She turned to her left wanting to go back to sleep on her side, but something yanked at her wrist. Her pulse began to race. So she tried to turn to her right, but the same thing happened. Her eyes widened trying to see more clearly in the dark room. Luna attempted to lift her legs, but they were tied down even harder.

"Wha- What is this!" She yelled out. Suddenly a harsh light flicked on. Luna quickly closed her eyes to wait for her eyes to make the adjustment and opened them again. She found a pretty blonde boy standing by a door and a older looking man around his 30's in the corner of the room sitting.

"Well well, isn't the lovely princess awake?" The blonde boy spoke in a mocking tone. His hair was a medium length and his eyes were narrow and green and he wore a punkish looking T-Shirt and some black slacks. He looked like he was at home getting ready to sit on the couch and watch a good movie.

Luna glared at the good looking blonde and said nothing.

"Aww, what's this? Cat got your tongue?" He mocked some more. "I'm sorry Missy, let me introduce myself, I am Haru. I have no last name. I was an orphan and I was found by that old man in the corner there. He gave me this name. I'm a Rogue shinobi and I do the dirty work for people to get paid, and someone asked me to take you on a little joy ride for the time being." He started.

Luna scoffed. "I don't care who you are. You can be the devil's son who come to bring me to hell and I wouldn't care. But then, that would be more pleasant, because even he looked more handsome then your ugly ass lemon head." She spoke up with her silver tongue that was as sharp as quick silver.

Haru jumped back at her comment and got a dirty grin on his face. "I see. So little miss princess doesn't care, huh? Fine, but just remember that's what you said. Hope you don't have any regrets." he smirked as the old man got up and left the room, shutting the door.

Luna felt her pulse race again right after it just calmed down. 'Why do I have the feeling he wants to rape me?' She thought to herself. A very slight mist started to fill the room coming from the air vents. Luna felt dizzy instantly.

"You see my darling, this mist is a drug you can say. Very strong. Me though, I have grown immune to it. Kind of lived around it my entire life. Once your - ready I should say. We are going to have a little fun." Haru winked walking towards her bed.

"Yup, this guy is going to rape me." Luna spoke out loud. She tried to think it to herself, but the words just spilled right out. She started with a giggle then it turned into a laugh. This was bad, Luna can get drunk off of sparkling Cider, so there was no telling what this shit was going to do to her.

Haru slipped off his shirt and threw his body on top of Luna's. She blankly stared at him, not really giving it any thought, but for some reason she felt like she needed something.

Haru slowly slipped Luna's sleeve from her shoulder as he gently kissed her neck. He untied the thick ribbon wrapped around her waist and slowly moved her top layer kimono has he worked his hands up her body.

She heard a big crash in the distance and jumped a little. Haru seemed like he heard nothing. Maybe it was just the drug getting to her. Trying desperately not to let Haru take her first kiss away from her she moved her head to the side. Haru grabbed her chin and brought it forward.

Right then and there, the door flew open and the Old Man came flying through the opening and crashing through the wall. Haru jerked up in shock as did Luna, but Luna was more in a doped up 'Can we just get this shit over with already. I am seriously irritated. This is not my day' kind of mood.

Luna moved her head to the left and faintly saw Kakashi. It seemed as if he was 50 feet away when he was probably barely ten, if that. Haru got up and looked slightly nervous, but he acted like he wasn't. Luna started laughing to herself. ''What a loser. This guy is really going to get his ass kicked... But... Kakashi? How ... why? I thought he hadn't even noticed my absence." Luna spoke out loud again still thinking she was in thought.

Haru turned his head just for a second to look back at Luna. Bad move. Kakashi swung his right foot across his head and sent him flying the same direction the old man had gone. Kakashi looked at Luna a bit disappointed in himself. He'd let this happen. His gaze fell on the way she looked; Her clothes in the middle of being taken off and her being tied up. He grabbed a single kunai and cut the rope off her ankles, then her wrists, and he picked her up like they were newly weds and walked out the dungeon like bedroom door.

As Kakashi walked down the path he just blankly looked ahead. No words came out of his mouth, he just walked. Luna looked up at his face for almost the entire time, but then she couldn't take the silence anymore.

"Hey Kakashi Sensei? How did you know I was there? How did you know I'd been kidnapped?" Luna's voice still seemed a bit slurred from the drug.

Kakashi just looked forward and it kind of pissed Luna off.

"What the hell, Sensei? Why won't you answer me?!" Luna's voice grew. "I mean, why would you even come help me? You don't even like me right? That's what you implied when you told me I only looked 5 times better instead of 10 like the rest of the girls did!" She started to yell. "I mean what the hell are you trying to do to me? Making me love you and then you go and make me think that I'm ugly- And then you watch me cry without even caring and then you decide to save my ass after I get kidnapped?! What the hell is wrong with you?" Luna started screaming and shoving Kakashi, wanting to get down and away from him, his arms, and his infuriatingly gentle hold. She didn't even notice that she'd said she loved him through the drug and anger.

Luna was able to put her feet on the floor after squirming so much and she attempted to get back her balance. She kind of wobbled in her standing position and then started to cry, "I hate you Sensei! You're one of the biggest ass holes I ever met. You annoy the hell out of me. You think you're all high and mighty?" Luna's crying turned into sobbing, " I don't even want to see your stupid face! I bet under that mask, is the ugliest face to ever exist on planet freaking earth!!" She turned around trudging and stammering her way about 3 feet before she tripped over her Kimono.

She was about to fall face first in a cement road, but Kakashi suddenly dove in front of her and broke her fall. She cried even more as Kakashi held her again, but this time in a piggy back ride style.

"I'm sorry Kakashi." She cried. "I didn't mean anything. I really am sorry. Don't take anything I said to heart." She whipped away her tears.

"Nothing?" Kakashi asked. "Not even when you said, that you loved me? Well, that's just harsh, Luna. That actually did touch me." Luna's eyes widened and her face turned into a tomato. She shoved her face on to Kakashi's neck wanting to hide her face. Kakashi laughed, "Hey now, that tickles." Luna's grip on Kakashi tightened a bit.

"Hey Luna, listen okay?" Kakashi started. "When I said that you were only 5 times prettier, I meant that you were already so pretty that the make up and clothing didn't really do anything. You look just as magnificent as you always do. When you were crying, I looked up at the sky because I thought you didn't want me to see you in tears. I thought they were tears of joy too, but I guess I was off a bit. I'm sorry. When I heard the crying disappear I supposed you had stopped. I thought you ran off some where, until I saw a shine off into the distance. I saw people taking you away. I wanted so badly to run after you right then and there, but I had to let the rest of the team know you weren't coming so they had to make up something on the spot. I really am sorry Luna." Kakashi stopped and there was a long silence.

"...... what the hell made you think the skit was more important than my well being?"

"let's just say I wasn't exactly thinking straight at the time..."

Luna could feel Kakashi get kind of wobbly as well.

"Hey, Kakashi Sensei. Are you all right?" Luna asked.

"Ha ha, what kind of question is that? You're the one who got kidnapped." Kakashi replied in a humorous tone.

Luna chuckled a bit herself and relaxed. "Thank you, Sensei." she spoke softly into his ear.

Kakashi was now standing at her doorway wanting to open the door, but he couldn't. It was locked. So instead he went up through the window and placed Luna on her bed. She was sound asleep. Kakashi smiled at her and right when he was about to walk off, he couldn't feel his right leg and left arm. He stood there hovering over Luna like some lunatic.

Luna slowly opened her eyes and found him standing there. She kind of freaked out for a moment and asked again, "Hey Kakashi Sensei, what's wrong?"

Kakashi gave a chuckle and replied, "I can't feel my body." He slowly fell on top of Luna with his eyes at point blank with hers, his arms and legs on each side of her trying to keep himself up.

Luna blushed, but she quickly asked in a worried tone, "You want me to get you anything Sensei? What happened?"

"Nothing really major, the old man just threw a needle at me with some chemical on it, I suppose. It was some sort of drug, but it's all right. I don't need anything but rest." He smiled trying to keep Luna from worrying.

Luna laid there still gazing at Kakashi. She steadily moved herself up a bit in her bed and closed her eyes. Next thing she knew, Kakashi had placed his for head on her neck. His body relaxed, but she could feel his heart racing just like hers. It seemed as if they were in sync. She could feel her heart beat at the same fluttering pace as Kakashi's; she inhaled and exhaled at the same time as him. She could feel his warm breath on her chest coming from his nose. It kind of gave her chills.

"Hey Luna-" Kakashi spoke quietly.

"Ya, Sensei?" She replied.

"If it wasn't obvious, I love you too." Kakashi finished with a smile grabbing onto Luna's wrist lightly. Next he knew, he was sound asleep.

No way out for Bush

Mon, 21 Nov 2005 14:24:10 PST

President George W Bush tried to make a quick exit from a news conference in Beijing on Sunday - only to find himself thwarted by locked doors.
Reade here: [link]

What's All The Fuss

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 12:29:35 PDT

This is Gizmo chillin, who I took in in september 2011 she was constantly meowing at my door
and sleeping under the trampoline, I tried to resist but she got the better of me....lol
I finally got a shot with her eyes open and she always has her tongue out.....
My Other cat Guinness
They fight like cat and Dog....now fighting to Free Fellas

Humans

Sun, 16 Sep 2012 12:13:51 PDT

Long a go, my boy and I, thought to publish a book with short stories written by him, and drawings made by me. So,we've put hands on work. I would like to give us your opinion of both the drawing and the text. I hope you enjoy ^^

This is his deviantart where he submit more oh his texts: [link]
English (sorry for the mistakes) :

I listened as closed the door suddenly, is back! I went with small strides towards her and happy, ready to receive it, how I missed! But it passed, passing tired. Again. Every day that went back with the worst side of the street, I have really worried. The persecuted innocence and curiosity, wanted to know what was the reason for his behavior, but he was ignoring me. I was really worried about her, things were not like before, came running toward me to hug me ... and just remember that warm feeling.
He lay on the couch and let out a big sigh. Willing to listen to their problems, what was tormenting him, I went to his face, but he kept ignoring me. When it happened a while and saw that he had no intention of leaving, I looked, but not with those bright eyes, full of life he longed for, but with the new look of fatigue, which had lost all the magic they once possessed. He grumbled a bit and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. I tired to follow it, I sat where she had been lying and took in the little heat that was on the couch and sucked the last breezes of perfume.

People will never understand ... maybe it's because I'm not like them, I'm just a little kitty.

Humans
Escuché como se cerraba la puerta de golpe, ¡ha vuelto! Me acerqué con pequeñas y felices zancadas hacia ella, dispuesto a recibirla, ¡cómo la echaba de menos! Pero pasó de largo, trasmitiendo cansancio. Otra vez. Cada día que pasaba volvía con peor cara de la calle, me tiene realmente preocupado. La perseguí con inocencia y curiosidad, quería saber cual era la razón de su comportamiento, pero seguía sin hacerme caso. Estaba realmente preocupado por ella, las cosas antes no eran así, venía corriendo hacia mí para abrazarme...ya apenas recuerdo esa cálida sensación.
Se tumbó sobre el sofá y soltó un gran suspiro. Dispuesto a escuchar sus problemas, qué era lo que le atormentaba, me acerqué hacia su cara, pero siguió ignorándome. Cuando pasó un rato y vio que no tenía la menor intención de irme, me miró, pero no con esos ojos brillantes, llenos de vida que tanto añoraba, sino con esa nueva mirada de fatiga, que había perdido toda la magia que antes poseía. Refunfuñó un poco y se fue a la cocina a preparar la cena. Yo, cansado de seguirla, me acomodé donde ella había estado tumbada y absorbí el poco calor que había sobre el sofá y aspiré las últimas brisas de su perfume.

Jamás entenderé a las personas...quizás se deba a que no soy como ellas, a que solo soy un pequeño felino de compañía.

Hello kitties

Tue, 06 Apr 2010 16:55:44 PDT

A scene from when I was little. I opened the door to the kitchen and found all my cats piled ontop of the table. It was hilarious!
The biggest cat is Freddie, who we nicknamed "Uncle Fred" because he looked after all the kittens while the mamma Cleo (girlie cat on the far right) galavanted off.
Yes, this is true btw. They're not fictional cats.

Hope you like (:

Oliver

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 08:19:37 PDT

I am so sorry about the awful quality and tiny size. This picture was taken with my cell phone.

This is Oliver and his X-Ray look.

Last January I went to the beach for some vacations. When I arrived there, there was this tiny little thing waiting at our cottage front door. When I was about to pick him up, my mother and daughter arrived and scarred the little one away. After we manage all the luggage I came back into the garden and he was there. This time he came straight for me. I took him and noticed he was hurt. So, I talked to the caretaker lady and she told me some cat had gave birth at a pile of rubbish nearby and some boys (if we can call them boys!!!) had beaten the kittens badly. Then I noticed the kitten I found had his tale broken. The lady told me the boys had taken it by the tail and swing around.

While everybody went to the beach I went to the vet. I kept him with me all week I spent at the beach and I took him with me when I came back home (it was so hard to keep him inside the car for four hours).

Now he is a happy health baby, so playful and mischievous and my pride and joy. I named him Oliver after Oliver Twist.

I will post better photos of him if he stays still for 5 seconds lol

Something to think about again

Sun, 26 Feb 2012 07:46:01 PST

"The reason that can be reasoned is not the eternal Reason.
The name that can be named is not the eternal Name.
The Unameable is of heaven and earth the beginning.
The Nameable becomes of the ten thousand things the mother.
Therefore it is said:

'He who desireless is found
The spiritual of the world will sound.
But he who by desire is bound
Sees the mere shell of things around.'

These two things are the same in source
but different in name.
Their sameness is called a mystery.
Indeed, it is the mystery of mysteries.
It is the door of all spirituality. "

(Lao-Tzu 6th century BCE)

"so that they may all be one. Just as you, Father, are in me and I am in you, may they also be one in us..." (John 17:21)

YTP's Host of Villains

Thu, 28 Oct 2010 06:14:18 PDT

I always wanted to see what a Youtube poop verison of the House of Mouse looks like.

Happy Halloween Everyone!!

It's midnight! I got a trick for Super Mario. Sorry Toadstool, but we don't want to be dull villains on halloween.

(Kamineko passes the signal to Skaylz which now passes to the Administrator which she is holding the light switch.)

Okay everyone, now it's time for a change a pace.

Lights out!! (Shuts down light)

huh?

Right you are Mario! It's Halloween, you know, and with just the right touch.

(Music starts)

*This could be quite the place!*

*Full of wholesome and happy faces.*

*Hanging out!*

Skaylz: *Feeling fine.*

*Where everyone's a friend of mine!*

*Inside this evil joint.*

*Every guest gets to the point!*

*This day will live in infamy!*

*THE HOST OF TOAST IS HISTORY!!!* (Evil laughter)

*It's our host now! It's our host now!*

CD-I Witches from Wand of Gamelon:*It's a fact you can't ignore!*

*SHUT THE WINDOWS, LOCK THE DOORS!*

*It's our host now!*

*Raise your jugs, you theives and thugs! Join the rabble-rousing crowd, it's our host now!*

*All the Raving Rabbids fit in so perfectly!* (DAAAAHHHH!!!!!)

*Every evil weeboo gets due respect!*

love...Your...work.

*You'll forget your troubles, put your trust in me.*

*You've had your fun!*

*You've made your play!*

*But every rodent has his day!* (Evil laughter)

(Salad Fingers knocks Mario and Toadstool onto the slide of the unown)

*It's our host now!*

*Down and dirty!*

*It's our host now!*

Villains from Spongebob Squarepants:*Me hearty*

*What a place for breaking bread!*

*Things are better!*

Coach Buzzcut: *Kick him in the jimmy!*

*It's our host now!*

What a party!

*Join the fun with no regrets. Only greedy, dirty deeds are allowed!!!*

YOU FAILED, STALEMATE!!!

Skaylz: Game over, Mario!

Hit the road, Toadstool!!

Take a hike, Smarty!!

*It's our host now!*

*Don't bother coming back!*

*It's our host now!*

I.M. Meen is owned by Animation Magic
Robotnik is owned by Sega
The Administrator is owned by Valve
Kamineko is owned by Kiyohiko Azuma
Ganon and the moon are owned by Nintendo
Skaylz is owned by

::A Soldiers Creed::

Mon, 11 Feb 2008 23:21:21 PST

Did this while listening to Citizen Soldier by 3 Doors Down.

[link]

Beyond the boundries of your city's lights.
Stand the heroes waiting for your cries.
So many times you did not bring this on yourself.
When the moment finally comes, I'll be there to help.

On that day, when you need your brothers and sisters to care.
I'll be right here.

Citizen soldiers.
Holding the life of the ones that we quide through the dark of despair.
Standing on guard for the ones that we've sheltered.
We'll always be ready because we will always be there.

When there's people crying in the streets.
When they're starving for a meal to eat.
When they simply need a place to put their beds.
Right here underneath my wing, you can rest your head.

On that day, when you need your brothers and sisters to care.
I'll be right here.

Citizen soldiers.
Holding the life of the ones that we quide through the dark of despair.
Standing on guard for the ones that we've sheltered.
We'll always be ready because we will always be there.

Hope and pray, that you never need me.
The rest assured I will not let you down.
I walk beside you, but you may not see me.
The strongest among you may not wear a crown.

On the day when you need your brothers and sisters to care.
I'll be right here.
On that day when you don't have strength for the burning you bear.
I'll be right here.

Citizen soldiers.
Holding the life of the ones that we quide through the dark of despair.
Standing on guard for the ones that we've sheltered.
We'll always be ready because we will always be there.

This song really hit me hard...becuse it is so true. And the bad thing is so many people are saying that the men and women that are fighting for our freedom are doing these terrable things. But in harsh reality they are dieying just to keep your freedom safe.

Please do our brave men and women a favor.... Please support them...and please pray for there safe return.

all pictures are to all respectful owners.

My Ninja Kitty

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 15:28:12 PDT

First off, this photo has not been edited in ANY WAY. I did not make the cat's eyes glow like the evil demonic thing that she is - that just happened all on it's own.

Yes, it's just the camera and the way cat's eyes reflect stuff, but it's still very fitting. heh.

So, this picture is actually old - like... 4 or 5 years old I guess. But seeing as the day's theme seems to be cat world domination, it seemed especially fitting.

This is the oldest of the three cats I have. Her name is Luffy - and yes, she's a girl, and yes she's named after a male character, but she's absolutely insane, so it's still quite fitting.

She's really really REALLY attached to me, and if I allowed her in our bedroom at night, she would sleep on my face. Literally.

So we keep the door closed at night. The door frame all the way up to the door knob is actually scratched to hell because of her desperate attempts to claw at it each night.

Once, she managed to lift up one of the floor vents (they're not screwed in, they're just held in place by gravity) and then crawled her way THROUGH THE VENTS IN OUR HOUSE and managed to find her way to the en suite bathroom to my bedroom.

She then pushed that vent out, entered our room, and promptly lodged herself on my face for the rest of the morning.

Therefore, we have labeled her Ninja kitty.

Additional pictures of her being a Ninja:
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Door Men 2

Wed, 12 Jan 2011 12:11:23 PST

checkin out the new fallen snow!
second in a series... the first was taken in summer
DoorMen - [link]
Aodh and Bond watchin at the door
*look up* to see the cat!
the Halloween lights that didnt get replaced with Yule lights this year make some lovely glowiness

Bond is our 2 yr old tux cat
Aodh is a Long - Resinsoul 70cm from Featherfall!
Aodh & photo © moira hawthorne 2010

SPIRIT DAY!

Thu, 18 Oct 2012 20:04:05 PDT

I took the time to make this image from scratch because I, myself, am (or was) a victim of bullying. The background text is something I found on Facebook, so I'll post it below if you'd like to read it.

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Thinking of suicide ? Youre sitting in your room ~ door locked ~ with a pen in your hand and a blank piece of paper infront of you. Your hand is shaking, and the tears begin again - for the third time in the past hour. To my family you write at the top of the page, but decide its a bad way to begin your letter ~ your suicide letter. You try again, start over ~ again and again, but you dont know where to begin. No one understands you; no one knows what youre going through, youre alone or at least thats what you think. Nobody would care if youre alive or not, you mean nothing to nobody.

Its night, and you slip into bed. Goodbye you whisper into the darkness. And with that, you take your last breathe and end it all.

No body cares, right? Well you thought wrong. Its a Tuesday the following morning, and when its 7:21, your mother comes and knocks on your door. She doesnt know you cant hear her she doesnt know youre gone. She knocks a few more times, calling your name to open up. When there is no reply from your side of the door, she opens it and screams. She collapses on the ground while your dad rushes to your room. Your siblings have already left for school. Your very weak mother collects all the energy shes got which is close to nothing to walk over to your bed. She leans over your dead body, crying, squeezing your hand, screaming. Your dad is trying to stay strong, but the tears escape his eyes; calling 000 or 911 with his left hand while his other one is on your mothers back. Your mother blames herself. All those times she had said no to you, all those times she had screamed at you, and sent you to your room over something stupid. Your father will blame himself for not being there for you when you asked for help, for being away from home at work for long. Nobody cares, right?

8:34. Theres a knock on your classroom door its the school principle. She looks more worried than ever. She calls the teacher to the side; all the students worried: whats going on? The principle then later announces about your suicide. The popular girl that always called you fat and ugly is now blaming herself. The kid that would always copy your homework but treat you like crap ~ hes blaming himself. The boy that sits behind you ~ the one that always threw things at you during class ~ hes blaming himself too. The teacher is blaming herself - for all those times shed scream at you for forgetting your homework, or not listening in class. People are crying, screaming, shocked, in regret of what they did. Theyll all be devastated - even the kids youve never talked to before. Still nobody cares about you, right?

Your siblings get home. Your mother has to tell them that youre gone; forever. Your little sister ~ no matter how many times shes screamed at you, told you she hated you and stole your stuff ~ always loved you, and saw you as her hero; her role model. She now starts to blame herself; why didnt I do what she told me to do when she told me to? Why did I take her stuff even when she asked me not to? This is all my fault. Your brother gets home ~ the boy that never cries. Hes now in his room; mad at himself ~ he caused your death. All those times hed played pranks on you. Hes punching holes in his wall, turning over things; he doesnt know how to deal with the fact that youre gone. Forever. Nobody cares about you, right? Right?

It has been over a month. The door to your room has been closed all this time. Everything is different now. Your brother has to be sent to anger management classes, your little sister cries everyday still waiting for you to come back. Everyday she waits for you to come back home. The popular girls have now turned anorexic. They dont know how to deal with the pain that theyre feeling. Your father has depression; your mother hasnt slept for nights its all her fault. Shes been crying and screaming every night wishing for you to come back. The boy who would always bother you dropped out of school. The boy that copied your homework now cuts. But nobody cares about you, arent I right?

Your mother finally decides to go clean out your room. But she cant do it. Shes locked herself in your room for two days to try to clean up your clothes, your things. But she cant she cant say goodbye to you, not yet, not now. Never.

Its your funeral. Its a big one ~ everybody comes. No one knows what to say. The beautiful girl with the big smile is gone; youre somewhere else. No one knows what to say, theyre all still shocked. Everyone cries, everyone misses you. They all wish youd come back but you dont, and you wont.

Still think nobody cares about you? Think again. Even if people dont show it, they care about you, they love you. If you kill yourself today or any other day you wont know just how much you meant to people. If you kill yourself today, it stops your pain, but it pains all the ones who know you for the rest of their life. Suicide is the easy way out - but its the wrong choice. Life is beautiful. Yes, it does have its ups and downs everyone has their bad days. Sometimes people go through tough times in their lives like youre probably going through now but bad times come and go. You might not see the light at the end of the tunnel, but its there. No matter how hard life gets, never give up on yourself, or on your life.

Take a minute now, and think. If you killed yourself ~ how would the people that love you feel/go through? Cant think of anything? Well Ill tell you: tears, tears, and more tears. Devastation. Guilt. Pain. Broken. Regret. Miserable.

If after reading this you still feel suicidal, there are people that can help you. Im here for you whenever you need me, and Ill be more than happy to listen to you and try to help you feel better. There are teachers, parents, grandparents, neighbors, adults, councilors ~ theyre all there for you whenever you need them

Jesus Has Pride for Us

Sat, 23 Oct 2010 11:50:19 PDT

To be read: "JESUS doesn't hate us... You do!"

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I believe completely in Jesus. He was a figurative angel, to my eyes, and an amazing person, the likes of which the world has quite possibly seen since. I would not ever talk disrespectfully of him. I would not be suprised if his name was the last to pass my lips when I die. My faith in Jesus is under no, and I repeat, NO question. and I will explain why, if you don't mind:

One says he healed cripples, and saved us all from our sins, and all that... but we cannot prove it. We can't say "here are the facts, you can review them in the laboritory and they will be consistent." But there ARE other facts:

He died on the cross for all his believers. (fact: you can check the roman accounts)
Since his Life and Death, people have been whispering his name, as a prayer by itself, when they were in great need. I can not fathom how many soldiors and warriors and knights etc. have died with his name on their lips... their last hope: Jesus Christ of Nazareth.
How many people have been close to dying of hunger, have found faith with jesus, and have stood up, bringing their family to happiness again, instead of killing themselves in their times of despair? How many families have been saved by parishes that decided to work together to give them what they needed to live on? How many THOUSANDS of things have been done in Jesus' name? It is WONDERFUL! Beautiful, to my eyes.

But it is his name. Not Jesus. Jesus does not walk among us. He doesn't lay his hand on the back of ours to help us not to steal when we are just itching to take 'just that one small little thing'. It is his memory that helps us. We think of that one figure who died for us nearly two thousand years ago... Who told us to live in peace with each other. To love each other. Not like the hippies, with lots of drugs, sex and laughter. Not necessarily love, but respect each other. Jesus did not want us to steal. He didn't want us to lie. He protected the prostitute, though leviticus quite clearly states that they are to be killed. Jesus shows us that we no longer have to hate or kill people just because it was right 4000 years ago. He updates the old testament so to speak.

Now tell me: Those miracles, those small unlikelihoods that brighten our lives every so often. Do they come from God? The fact that you didn't miss your train because it was leaving late... Did god make it stay those two minutes longer? No. But maybe... just maybe, the traindriver stayed in the station just two minutes longer that day... because he wanted to give latecomers a chance. Maybe it was just chance. But Jesus? Jesus was the icon, the figure that gives half of us the little motivation needed to be the girl standing with her foot in the door, stopping the train from leaving because she saw you coming.

Jesus means love. Jesus died for us to love and respect each other. If you hate, you will not disappoint Jesus. He won't know. But you will, and you will be scorning the reason for his death.

_{disclaimer: This text is thought to be compatible with... strong believers as well. They are my thoughts on Jesus, as a person. I hate what the old testament says, and do not agree with all of the new testament. I HATE people who use Jesus as a reason to hurt anybody.
People who use a book thousands of years old to justify hurting Gays is rediculous, and I believe people who blindly hate deserve the death sentence more than a murderer. _{_{As long as the murderer wasn't sadistic. I hate sadists.}}}

Anime School Window! ^-^

Fri, 21 Dec 2012 11:50:38 PST

This is what I do in school instead of going to class ^-^

And before you ask, because half the school that passed by wanted to know what Pokemon has to do with Christmas.....IF YOU PUT A SANTA HAT ON IT, IT'S CHRISTMASSY OK?!

Me and my friends Kerry and Orla did it I'm responsible for L and Mello (who didn't turn out the best because I kinda rushed him ._. ) Sorry Mello......

Hope ye like it anyway, oh yeah and its on the glass window when you walk in the school front door, so yeah bitches we just ANIMIFIED our schoooool! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

The Door

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 05:35:21 PDT

What's outside? Is it a bug? Is it a squirrel? A birdie?

Leftovers

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 02:22:16 PDT

An old photograph of Gizmo, next door's cat.

_{_{I want a badge, okay?? >)}}

LookOut

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 19:00:07 PDT

~~_{Mah cat Romeo.....creeping on the neighbors through the front door, as always~}~~

Hetalia - Play the Music

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 11:05:47 PST

"Oh, Hungary. When did you get here?" Austria looked up from his piano at the female country. She wasn't in uniform though, she was in her old maid outfit from back when they were married.

She smiled and walked up to him, placing a hand on the piano. "Just moments ago. You shouldn't leave your door unlocked. But, it's Valentine's Day so I'll pretend you did it to let me in. Will you dance with me, Austria?"

Trying to keep from blushing, Austria closed the piano and stood up, smiling at Hungary. He bowed and replied, "I would love to."

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Happy Valentine's Day to Austria and Hungary. The couple who still care for eachother, despite their bosses keeping them apart.

Marcie valentine

Tue, 12 Feb 2013 22:23:50 PST

I WASN'T GOING TO UPLOAD THIS BUT YOU ARE TOO NICE TO ME, SO HERE SAVAGE, GOD DAMMIT. HAVE A VALENTINES DAY MARCELINE. I'M PRETTY SURE YOU LIKE ADVENTURE TIME ANYWAY...

it's kind of living on my dorm door, so excuse the peep hole and number plaque

The Holiday Bonethief

Wed, 22 Dec 2004 21:04:31 PST

He wishes you a happy holiday as he bursts from a package, probably to crawl into you, destroy your skull, and make you into it's own private meat-mobile :3 It was really freakin' hard to get a reference for this. I had to play the game through to Max's level on *flawney's memory card, and she had taken the only god as Pious that would yeild a headless Bonethief. This meant I had to get rid of all my sanity (a few of Max's servants had to die for the cause...What? They were going to anyway! ) and run in and out of doors a lot, hoping to get the tiny enemies insanity effect. This took a while...I'm not sure why I didn't just start a new game XD This is actually a holiday card for the contest on Planet GameCube. The prizes were so awesome (a platinum GameCube, 2 Wave Birds and Metroid Prime 2: Echos) that I had to at least give it a shot. I know I won't win, but it was a quick and fun project :3 I also learned that if you draw huge, glassy anime eyes in the soulless eyes of the Bonethief, they become strangely cute That is all, I am rambling!

Bonethieves and Eternal Darkness is copyright to Silicon Knights
Card belongs to meeeeeeee :3

Cute Cat Collection

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 10:12:54 PDT

I wanted to try and get a cat badge. I just love cats ~<3 mew

So here's a small collection of photographs I found while browsing in my folders, old and new of some of my cats, including cats from my relatives. I'll list them in the order...

Image 1: I can't remember her name, but she was my aunt's cat down in Florida. She would sleep with me when we visited there for vacation. Yes, that is me as a little girl. My brother's in the photo too lol My dad took the photo while we were sleeping... The next time I came to visit, at a much older age, my aunt had told me that she had been killed. She got hit by a car while she was out roaming about.

Image 2: This is Baby. She was one of my cats. She was born outdoor, and we brought her in and got her fixed along with a few other cats we brought in. A couple years later, I think she became diabetic. She lost a lot of weight and was always thirsty. She looked like she was nothing but fur and bone. I was afraid to even pick her up because she looked so fragile. She was mean to the other cats [except her brother Smokey], but sweet to us when none of the other cats were around. She was very defensive... But when she had started getting sick, we had to take her to the vet/humane society to let them care for her from that point. I still wonder if they were able to bring her back to health and find a home for her.

Image 3: Baby with her big brother, Smokey. We still have Smokey at home. He's a great companion. He's kind of goofy. He does the matrix trick alot, flipping and darting on walls. It's hilarious. And when he's really happy, his purrs are so low, you can barely hear them.

Image 4: Another picture of Baby. She liked that rainbow baby blanket, which was mine once. I had it on my bed for her to get comfortable in.

Image 5: This is Callie, at a younger age, before she started gaining weight. We used to have a box on our window sill, and she liked going in there for privacy from other cats that would pick on her. She looks a little annoyed in this photo because of them.

Image 6: One of the outdoor cats.. I think we named her Gizmo, not sure though. We didn't name all the outdoor cats because there were so many :S

Image 7: Awww Missy/Lucy. We called her either name. She was the sweetest outdoor cat ever. She didn't even act afraid of us, so she must have been owned by someone once. When I was working on the garage door for Sonic's 19th birthday contest, she would constantly visit me and try to get attention or help out. Whenever my dad would get ready to leave for work, she would leap into his truck, as if she were going to leave with him. And when I would wait outside for the bus, she would wait with me, much like a mother, and sometimes she would try to get on the bus with me. She always gave us a warm welcome home every time we returned from school, work, shopping, etc... Then, during the summer, we found her limping around the yard, with a deep hole in her stomach. We weren't sure what had happened to her. She may have been attacked by a dog or a person. We're not sure. But she wasn't doing too well with the deep wound. We were afraid she was going to die. She would hide under shelter to keep predators from finding her, either to die in peace or to recover. We had to catch her and bring her to the humane society. They were going to treat her wound and then try and find her a home. I really hope she was taken to a sweet and loving family, because she was the sweetest outdoor cat out there. I would hate her life to be wasted like that if no one took her. I wish we could take her in, but we couldn't afford another cat for indoor. We had more than enough in our hands...

Image 8: This was one of Missy/Lucy's kittens. This kitten had disappeared. We weren't sure what happened to her. We were thinking that a hawk had caught the kitten..

Image 9: Missy/Lucy resting outside, while Callie lies down inside against the door. Sometimes they would communicate with one another.

Image 10: One of the goofiest ways Teddy and Oreo slept together. They're cousins, so they are like close friends. They play around a lot together and sleep together.

Image 11: Another photo of Teddy and Oreo sleeping.

Image 12: Oreo has his head against Teddy, facing opposite directions. I thought it was really cute and took a picture of them like this. I took the other photos of the two sleeping.

Image 13: I think mom took this photo of Teddy. He liked sleeping in the laundry baskets.

I hope you liked some of the images here I actually cried after writing about some of these cats. It brings back happy and sad memories of them...

Photos taken by me and family

Use the powah

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 08:46:59 PDT

Better picture of when my cat slams the door to come out

Freedom of the Inner Spirit

Sat, 14 Jun 2008 16:06:24 PDT

I missed the first deadline for this and the final deadline is today so I am realllly cutting it close with this pic, but heck its here, my contribution to the wonderful collaboration made possible by collab-da

On this I was put together with two amazing artists which happen to be and , DAnnsCreations making the necklace which I photoshopped into my part and the original can be viewed here [link] and the basis for the character and glowly lighty designs are courtesy of marauderforever who's original lineart can be viewed here [link]

My part of this collab was the digital aspect, and as always I used the trusty program photoshop, what I did here was slightly tweak marauderforever's character and designs and added the colours and epic glowyness.

The idea behind this is that the key which is a part of the necklace has opened up the door to the girl's inner spirit and its now flowing out in a somewhat physical form.

My part on this is that I believe the inner spirit to be of another plane of existence like an astral plane or something like that.....you can thank transformers' Primus for that idea.....so I made it seem like a spacey environment, anyway I hope you like it ^^ considering I managed to do this in two hours YES two hours, but now the cramp in my hand has returned so I'm going to stop typing now.

Tiko, my little fighter

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 06:35:19 PDT

(Photo was taken the day before she became ill)

Tiko, my little 8 week old kitten who nearly died on me after comming down with a serious upper respiratory infection along with being critically dehydrated.

She was at deaths door, scarcely able to breath, ready to give out any moment...

But this little girl is a fighter! Where at first we thought shed die and may be best to put her down, she proved us all wrong and bounced back!

She is right now sitting happily on my shoulder playing with my hair.

..................this also shows those cleaning pads to clean laptop screens leave behind some nasty shit that you can't normally see....

...ew.

Spring leftovers III

Fri, 13 Aug 2010 08:55:55 PDT

new set,
in doors studio

Miiichaaeell

Wed, 10 Feb 2010 14:15:06 PST

*me and Michael pull up in da car w/ da security pplz )
Michael and all security ppl get out
Michael: stay here baby, we'll be back.
me: mmk
-they walk away-
-one minute later-
me: hmmm, im bored. imma go check on Michael!
-me gets out of car-
-me opened the courtroom doors-
michael thinking: wh-what is she doing here?! get outta here girl!
me: michael!!!!
-me runs at him and jimps over the table thingy-
michael: ehh, i told you to wait in the car -///-
me: i was bored.
michael: girl, you in BIG trouble when we get home -.-'
me: *huggles him* mmmmh, michael.
person left in BG: gah! who-who is that?!
person right in BG: billie jean? ()
judge: michael, who is this?!
michael: ehh... security, take her bac to the ranch, and please make sure she don't get out again -.-'
-Security comes and drags me out-
me: nuuu! my michael!
michael: jeesh, i'll see you at home. very clingy arn't you?
me: nuuu! mikeh!!!!!
-they drag me outta Cort room-

A Key to my Inner Spirit neckl

Fri, 16 May 2008 17:09:34 PDT

Finally finished my part of the Inner Spirit Contest over at More to come as my partner's take up the slack to create more, they are and

edit: here is *marauderforever 's piece [link]
and here is =SHADOWPRIME 's piece [link]

Aren't they just wonderful I have thoroughly enjoyed working with the both of them

For the bones of this necklace, Rose Quartz of course in many sizes, Rainbow florite in 3 sizes, Freshwater Pearls, black Onyx in 2 sizes and just a bit of Amethyst with silver triple strand connectors to a beautiful Silver Onyx closure. A Rose Quartz pendant with a double strand of small rose quartz beads on a silver antique key complete the picture of a door to your Inner Spirit.

Hope you enjoy this one
Blessings to all who enter
Pegs

btw I give my permission for *collab-da to display my picture/deviation

Anime Club door

Sun, 19 Dec 2004 23:02:31 PST

Forgot about this...

Every year, my school does some sort of door decorating contest thing... which is supposed to be a competition between the departments, but ends up being... teachers bribing students with extra credit and pizza to decorate their doors for them. So this year the Anime Club supervisor, one of our school's English teachers, asked us to decorate her door. I guess the theme was like, common Christmas songs written with big words... we got "We Wish You a Merry Christmas".

The door ended up taking us about six-and-a-half hours to paint; from 2:30 until 8 at night. Most everyone else was gone by maybe 3:30 or 4. I mostly had three other girls from the club working with me; in the first photo, from left to right: Jill Johnson, Christina DeLorenzo, Shannon Hunt. Lauren Wood ( ~mirrinight ) dropped in at one point and drew her character between Ed and Inuyasha there. I'm not sure who drew and painted what... it was really a collaborative thing... but I did the (absolutely horrible) drawings of Ed and Ein from Cowboy Bebop and Ed from Fullmetal Alchemist at the top, and Gir from Invader Zim on the bottom. You can kinda tell from the handwriting that I wrote the title too. I don't feel -too- bad, since everything I did at the top I painted upside-down...

Whole thing's basically just acrylic on this huge piece of red paper that we taped to the door when we were done. It was exhausting, but we had a lot of fun doing it. even if we didn't win anything for it... I think the Math department won.

characters © respective owners

Lock Your Doors

Wed, 14 Feb 2007 03:52:11 PST

Didn't think I'd ever end up doing a Valentines Day piece, but what the hell. The idea came into my head last night and I spent most of today working on it. I wanted to mimic those old comic covers and movie posters from the 60s and 70s. "Tales Of Horror" and "It Came From Delaware" sort of thing. Also it gives me a chance to upload something into the "Community Events" category.

The lighting effects didn't come out quite how I wanted, but otherwise I'm happy with the result.

Happy Valentines Day everyone!

Pokemas: Caroling

Fri, 24 Dec 2010 20:22:10 PST

I went caroling the other day, got together a bunch of her friends and we went door to door around their neighborhood and sang carols to people. It was great. It really is something we shouldn't let die, caroling is a wonderful way to get into the holiday spirit, and just spread good cheer in general.

Sneasel, Snover, Spheal, Weavile, and Snorunt singing carols for you. Merry Pokemas!

This is it Poster

Thu, 28 Jun 2012 18:01:17 PDT

This is the huge poster on my door

DSR Character: Samuel Day

Tue, 07 Aug 2012 07:30:09 PDT

for this group : [link]

~Edit~ I had to change the name please don't be confused

*Character information
*Real Name: Samuel
*Nickname: Sam, Sammy
*Title(supername): The Empath
*Age: 17
*Gender: Male
*Ability: Extremely good senses, empathy (if he tries really hard he can project feelings and emotions on other people) and if they are super heroes who's powers are linked to their emotions he can control those powers, very good reflexes, knows exactly what his body is capable of and how far he can push it, can read beoples body language by analysing them with his senses
*Team: TEHA

*Physical
*Hair: Light brown/very dark blonde
*Eyes: He has a DNA based Iris disorder so his eyecolor changes once a month or so but they're usually aqua blue...

*Height: 174 centimetres
*Distinguishing marks: Eyes that change color

*Personality:
Sam is normally a nice person but over the years he suffered from depression and extreme moodswings due his hyper-sensetivity but he still tries to keep his head up and works on his H.S.
*Background:
Samuel easily decides to use his powers for good because he knows what pain and suffering feels like and he doesn't want anyone to deal with what he has to deal with every day.
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I almost have to throw up. I can't do this anymore. The loud music the people dancing, sweating, screaming. It's too much.
"I'll go home! I can't take this anymore!" , I scream at Toby. He nods in understanding: "Good night then!" I smile and give him a hug. I smell the alcohol he's been drinking for the last few hours. But he's having a good time and I don't want to bust this party by falling to the ground screaming and acting like a psycho. I hate this hyper-sensetivity thing. Toby would understand, but I don't want to ruin his night...
One time I was at a party and as soon I was in the room I fainted because of my H.S. That shouldn't happen again. I don't consider saying 'bye' to my two other friends, that are propably somewhere in this room. I want to get out of here as quickly as possible. As I leave the club, dark clouds are covering the night sky. I walk fast to the apartment where the others will arrive sooner or later... If they don't drink too much... I enter the lobby and head straight for the elevator. Luckyly there is noone at this time and I can sort out the feelings and emotions that are my own. I feel exausted and I have a headache. I hope I'll fall asleep quickly so I don't have to deal with the others...
I'm at the apartment now. As I open the door the smell of oranges 'enters' my nose. I turn the light on and walk into the kitchen. There is a bowl of oranges and grapes on the counter and a piece of paper next to it. I pick up the paper and scan it.
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I don't know how long I stood there just staring at the note that Michael left on the counter. My brain starts working. Why? Why would he do that? And why did I never notice? Did I fail as friend? I have no idea. Where is he now when he's not at the club anymore?
I don't even have to answer that question to know he's on the roof of this building. It was always his favorite place. There is a little garden from where you can see the whole city. I run out of the apartment. Up the staircase. The elevator is too slow and I am very fast in climbing up stairs...
I climb up the ladder that is leaned against the wall. I climb through the the hatch and stumble through the garden.
And there he is... Standing on the edge of the roof, his hands on the railing. I walk slowly towards him. As he hears my steps he flinches and turns around. Tears are streaming down his cheeks and I and my stomch hurts.
"Hey, Michael."
No answer.
"Michael, don't do this", I say straight away.
"People normally ask me 'Why?' "
"Normally?"
"Whatever.", he says. His voice sounds hoarse and broken.
I refuse to come near him. I could'nt handle his feelings. But I give myself a little push and take a step to the railing.
"Do you remember when we used to watch sunsets from here?"
"Stop it.", he says with a weak voice.
"One day we stayed up the whole night just to se the sun rise over the skyline." I say bringing myself closer to him.
"Stop it!"
"It was nice. When I first met you, you didn't act like I was a freak. I felt like I finally found a friend..."
"I said stop it!"
"I wont.", I say simply. "Because if I stop I cant stop YOU from doing something completely stupid."
"Yeah that's how it is. I'm stupid.", Michael says.
"No, you're not! Your wonderful and I love you!" I exclaim. "Do you think I don't know how you feel?!" I say in a louder voice. I'm loosing patience.
"Come on take my hand." , I say reaching out for him.
"I'll come up to you. See?", I say stepping at the railing.
He looks at me. Desperate. "I know how you feel. I've been in the exact same situation. But I had friends. Friends like you. You don't need to do this, Michael." He looks at me with this pain in his eyes wich makes your heart shatter. I still offer him my hand. "Give me your hand.", I say.
And in this moment, black raindrops start to fall and touch my skin. I'm confused but there are more important things right now than a little bit of rain...
"I know how you feel." I say with a loud voice. "Look at me."
Michael turns his head again and looks at me. "I'll promise you somethoing.", I say. "I'll never let you go again. Never. I'll be always there to talk to you, if you need to. Just promise me to give me your hand."
The rain grows stronger and I stretch myself as far as I can.
"I know how you feel. Believe me! You're not alone!" I say again. "Give me your hand."
Very slowly he stretches his hand out and as soon as our fingers touch, I grab him and pull him with all my strength over th railing onto the roof. We fall on the ground of the small garden and I grab him, shake him, and pull him in a very tight hug to make sure he can't move.
"See, I'll be there for you.", I whisper as I press his head against my chest. He cries but he doesn't pull away. I look at the black water that falls down the sky and streams over our bodies as we sit there on the roof. And I swear to myself I'll never let him do something like that again
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erhm so those are my writing skills.... yeah please look over the spelling mistakes :/ I'm from Germany my English is good but it's not the best, so please be gentle oh yeah and my editing skills suck too so please.... LET ME BE IN DSR I'M ONLY A BEGINNING ARTIST SO PLEEAAASSEEEE

Tiger

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 04:55:39 PDT

This here is my old cat, Tiger. One of the first photos I ever took of him.

Figured I'd upload a photo of him because of this whole April fools joke DA has going.

He was the kind of cat that would chase his own tail, get stuck in boxes, run into closed doors, and poke you in the eye with his nose while trying to give you a hug.

He was such a lovable, adorable klutz.

May you rest in peace, you brilliant cat.
At least you're not suffering anymore...

'Fear not...' -Arabae+Veld4SpiritDay-

Fri, 19 Oct 2012 02:23:22 PDT

Fear not this night
You will not go astray
Though shadows fall
Still the stars find their way

And you can always be strong
Lift your voice with the first light of dawn

Dawn's just a heartbeat away
Hope's just a sunrise away

Last year I did Thodre for Spirit Day

And this year, Arabae seemed to step forward and seemed to want to be drawn with Veld. I'm sure Veld might've smacked me with Mr.Snuggles for drawing her so "exposed" in ways but hey This is what came to mind. And Arabae wanted to really showcase the message that everyone's beautiful....You're precious. Strong and soft, powerful or tender... Love undefined... Let it shine.

Can you still see the heart of me?
All my agony fades away
When you hold me in your embrace

Don't tear me down
For all i need
Make my heart a better place
Give me something I can believe
Don't tear me down
You've opened the door now
Don't let it close....

...

Everybodys got a dark side
Do you love me
Can you love mine
Nobodys a picture perfect
But were worth it
You know that we're worth it

Will you love me
Even with my dark side

Don't run away, don't run away
Just tell me that you will stay
Promise that you will stay
Yeaah yeaah
Don't run away, don't run away
Just promise me you will stay, promise me you will stay

Will you love me?

...

When I look into your eyes
It's like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise
There's so much they hold
And just like them old stars
I see that you've come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul?

I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up

Veldrinus © M. Y.
Arabae & image © me, V. B.

Be My Valentine Love Fluttershy

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 07:14:46 PST

Fluttershy came to my door today like this. So I took a picture. AWW! SHE'S SO CUTE . I died from cuteness, then got resurrected by the cuteness of fluttershy. Btw, she is, actually idk, I was trying to draw her human, then this happened...

dA Advent Calendar

Sat, 27 Nov 2010 11:46:58 PST

lol, inspired me a long time ago, when she did an Advent Calendar, so, i wanted to do one, too

Do not ask me to draw your character in this - it will be my friend's chars
I will try to upload the pic at the all 25 days 'til X-mas.
Of course, I'll upload the detail pics too

Okay, after some hours lil' hard work, this will be X-mas gift for my dA friends this year I'll choose 1-1 characters from each 24 people, and the 25th pic...hm, it's a secret, pst!
Each day, i'll erase one-one door and the character will be behind the door
Oh, and i'll post the link if your character is in

Enjoy, and thanks for looking, comments and favourites

I will reply all the comments

1 . This is Lio the handsome vampire stallion Oh, and he is taking something Character (C) *Bloodrose25
2. Here's Seraphiel the pretty TB mare Character (C) ~2011ds
3. Yup, it's Fei Yen Character (C) ~Julicica13
4. It's Nerinn, who wants to be the mate of my Norh Character (C) ~Navarose
5. Glich with a Santa-cap Character (C) ~Ahses00
6. Kevin *-* Character (C) ~windchilde
7. Raff with a Santa-cap on his head Character (C) ~squiggy-303
8. It's Aurora god, i love this girl Character (C) ~Anna-95
9. Penny (i drew her when i watched the Death Note last night ) Character (C) *Lilafly
10. Yay, it's Zoey Character (C) =shehi101112
11. Alejandro, Kumi's mate I love that smile Character (C) !DancesWithTheHorses
12. dah, this is the first time when i draw a wolf well-i think yay, Hanmoushou ^^ Character (C) ~wolftsume

Idea came from =boribaby
Wood texture (C) ~silver- [link]
Art (C) ~hamano-kumiko aka Me!

Gremlin Fools Day ~ Color

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 18:54:44 PDT

_{Holy *^#*$ I'm not dead!

No, dear Watchers and fellow deviants I am indeed alive.
Just not quiet active at the moment.
Which I plan to change in the coming month.
With any luck I'll be around more (and yes, I actually mean it this time) as I'm not sick anymore.

Anyways, I'm glad to be back and will be tackling my massive pile of messages in the next coming days. So if you haven't heard from me, be patient please. I promise to get back with everybody.

I've been wanting to upload this photo for a while and figured with our current overlords (is that what we're calling them ) ruling our little internet world now would be the appropriate time.
Plus I wanted the MajorGeneral Cat Badge.

This is my cat Gremlin.
He's solid black with tri-colored eyes; has a very large mean streak and an unexplained fear of the doorbell.
He's extremely smart - he taught himself how to unlock doors and how to use the toilet - and will use it both to his advantage and against you.
He's really my other half if that's possible.

I'll have some real art out later this week.
It should be more what you guys are expecting from me.
Happy April Fools, see you guys later!}

Cup of Purple, with Extra Hope

Sat, 23 Oct 2010 20:22:38 PDT

This was something I made in honor of those departed. (The reason of DA being purple) This is the best of four pics I took and it looks awesome. C:<

See, I was planning on making one of those descriptive picture things since I wanted to try it out, and wow it came out GREAT!

I can change colors on the DSi so I might make some of other awareness bands.

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*~Facts that might not have known or guessed~*

Did you know? ...

* I took this picture with a Nintendo DSi.

*The room was not dark. (I had the door open, lights on out there, and in the room. And the shiny white light was also on. C:<)

* The DSi had a feature that made everything, except what ever I clicked in black and white.

* The purple paper was "recycled." (It was from an ABC booklet of my sister's for all the V words, and I ripped them off and chopped them up.)

* All of the "Hope" words are in different fonts.

* The glass was made in Malaysia.

* The three other pictures were taken while being held in my hand.

Feline Cravings

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 10:14:23 PDT

Freeing Fella with my Cat Luna standing next to the fridge.

Take no notice that my dad keeps the garbage right next to the door at his house.

I took this photo in February last year with a $10 phone.

Macumba

Fri, 30 Jan 2009 16:25:06 PST

_{Based on "Macumba" by ~matiasromero, [link]

This is what is called a despacho, an offering to ancient Vodun African gods. These offerings usually consist of brandy, roosters, candles, and matches. The color of the candle corresponds to the chosen god (usually). These despachos are often left for the gods at crossroads, but churchyards, quarries and waterfalls are usually welcome too. The offerings like this are usually called macumba by uninformed Brazilians. In this case, the creator is in an isolated location, a run-down house, making the offering. The candle's color in this case means nothing, and I decided to not add a rooster. I felt that this dark atmosphere needed something hopeful, or bright, so I decided to the resident of this "house" hoped to one day see the world outside, with no problems, and that he/she will one day be loved...
I am still debating if I should keep the chalk sketches on the walls.

This is an entry to A Room With A View. I decided to remove the door. Also an entry to Inspire Your Heart with Art!
(PS: this is not the actual size.)

Thank you:
=Akumac [link] | *Irie-Stock [link] | ~life-wont-wait-stock [link] | ~Photodream-stock [link] | ~ithi-stockphotos [link] | ~GRANNYSATTICSTOCK [link] | =MaureenOlder [link] | =prolific-stock [link] | ~fotovizions [link] | ~nitch-stock [link]

© All rights reserved to Jasmine (Scionlights), 2009-2010. Do not: steal, redistribute, copy, etc.}

.: 20/04/2012 :.

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 20:46:53 PDT

Survivor Diary
14th day - April's First, 2012.

It's been two weeks and I'm still striving to keep sane. I've found a nice plain near the ocean and decided to settle for at least two days - my boat projects would finally be put to action, and I still have to recover from that creeper accident.

During the night, though, something woke me up. I can't really say what exactly was it - but it was unsettling.

I looked outside; there were no mobs. No animals. Nothing. The pretty land filled by sheeps and pigs I've seen at that same morning was now filled with a dealy silence and nothing but the moonlight.
Curiosity got the best of me and I went to my chests to pick some armor up and find what the heck was going on.

The chests were empty. No armor, no tools.
Everything was gone, except for what I had in my pockets.

I tried to stay calm, but I began panicking as soon as I noticed all the house's torches have been taken down. Was I finally going insane?

I opened the door, confused, and took some dizzy, clumsy steps into the night. The silece was terrifying, as well as the horrid sensation of someone watching me. My senses were so numb due to the panic that it took me too long to focus on the ground around me. When I finally did, a faint gasp for breath was all I could let out.

My hands moved by their own will and made their way inside my pocket. I somehow picked a torch up and placed it down instinctively.

The light revealed dozens, hundreds of them.
Staring at me, perfectly still, with eyes that pierced through my soul.

I was cornered.

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_{FUR takes over Minecraft!
[link]

Minecraft (c) Mojang}

Me and my new men.

Mon, 16 Jul 2012 08:13:59 PDT

Its me and i have a new army of recruits, mercenaries, old heroes, and washed up bad guys and soldiers to join my cause and lead me to all my goals. It costed a real bundle but now they do my bidding and all i say, their all mine. Its gonna be a real hussle noooow.... Its time to take part in this cake we call world. Its now or never..... okay boys, how about some targets ah ?hehehehehh....... aaand maybe be friends ya know ? any details you wanna know? ask then.I feel proud of this one... i realy do... P.S. a total of 13 mercenaries are seen here but there a more, sure and thats me seen standing in the door way the farthest away and too bad theres so much details i added its hard to see inst it? Like the blue eye combine is holding a Iphone and the big Executioner is having his feet on the table and his hand on the belly, bullet holes around and much more...be sure to comment, anything.P.S.S. this was made when im in need of a plan to defend myself and show others im tired, too tired of getting killed and killed and i must do something because i never did any harm in images but they did in so many ways, in so many images.... the mighty have to fall or im just a nobody.....

Mah next door kitty

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 17:36:36 PDT

Mah next door kitty