http://browse.deviantart.com/traditional/?order=9&q=frat+boy+party deviantART RSS for boost:popular in:traditional frat boy party en-us Copyright 2013, deviantART.com Tue, 21 May 2013 09:41:37 PDT deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://st.deviantart.net/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://mansketch.deviantart.com/art/Frat-Boy-300838008 http://mansketch.deviantart.com/art/Frat-Boy-300838008 Tue, 08 May 2012 13:40:14 PDT Frat Boy adult traditional/mixedmedia/people ManSketch http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/m/a/mansketch.jpg?1 Copyright 2012-2013 ~ManSketch
Anyways hope you enjoy this.

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Anyways hope you enjoy this.

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]]> http://lycanthropeful.deviantart.com/art/Party-Boy-Lineart-181222521 http://lycanthropeful.deviantart.com/art/Party-Boy-Lineart-181222521 Fri, 01 Oct 2010 22:47:52 PDT Party Boy - Lineart nonadult traditional/drawings/people lycanthropeful http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/l/y/lycanthropeful.png?3 Copyright 2010-2013 *lycanthropeful The Pursuit, quite possibly, yet also a nice reflection of what you're bound to see if you walk into the living room at a house party on my college campus.

Additionally, this was 1. me wanting to draw more figures because of my figure drawing class, and 2. Ryan = hot, intentionally so, to the point where he just becomes an over-sexualized typical college dude. Obviously I wanted to bring that out. Really I just wanted to draw a hunk. SHUT UP.

I used no reference for his pose, so I'm not sure how accurate it is... the legs are the worst part IMO. (Though, I'll admit, it was hard to make his face not look like any Renaissance version of the Pieta. Maybe he still does.) I'll leave full critique off since it's a sketch, one I may never finish, honestly, but if there are glaring errors you can help me fix, by all means do!

_{A redline would be awesome... O___o}

These are Ryan's shoes, by the way.

Ryan and the lineart are © me, *SaxGirl1010 ]]> The Pursuit, quite possibly, yet also a nice reflection of what you're bound to see if you walk into the living room at a house party on my college campus.

Additionally, this was 1. me wanting to draw more figures because of my figure drawing class, and 2. Ryan = hot, intentionally so, to the point where he just becomes an over-sexualized typical college dude. Obviously I wanted to bring that out. Really I just wanted to draw a hunk. SHUT UP.

I used no reference for his pose, so I'm not sure how accurate it is... the legs are the worst part IMO. (Though, I'll admit, it was hard to make his face not look like any Renaissance version of the Pieta. Maybe he still does.) I'll leave full critique off since it's a sketch, one I may never finish, honestly, but if there are glaring errors you can help me fix, by all means do!

_{A redline would be awesome... O___o}

These are Ryan's shoes, by the way.

Ryan and the lineart are © me, *SaxGirl1010

]]> http://irish-neko.deviantart.com/art/ATC-Club-Villain-206949424 http://irish-neko.deviantart.com/art/ATC-Club-Villain-206949424 Fri, 29 Apr 2011 21:21:14 PDT ATC - Club Villain nonadult traditional/drawings/illustration/conceptual Irish-Neko http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/i/r/irish-neko.png?4 Copyright 2011-2013 ~Irish-Neko @irishneko And the Witch was booty dancing! With Mason and Ganon!

Club Villain, it's a song by Ray William Johnson who does a show on youtube called =3 (equals three). I loved this song and thought I'd do a few cards of the characters together.

Here is the witch (A little better looking though) with Ganondorf whootin' like a frat boy and Charles Mason trying to get the witch to come closer.

I loved how the background came out X3

Now on SALE! $15.00 at [link] ]]> And the Witch was booty dancing! With Mason and Ganon!

Club Villain, it's a song by Ray William Johnson who does a show on youtube called =3 (equals three). I loved this song and thought I'd do a few cards of the characters together.

Here is the witch (A little better looking though) with Ganondorf whootin' like a frat boy and Charles Mason trying to get the witch to come closer.

I loved how the background came out X3

Now on SALE! $15.00 at [link]

]]> http://shadowgaze.deviantart.com/art/2D-Design-Subjective-Portrait-348784928 http://shadowgaze.deviantart.com/art/2D-Design-Subjective-Portrait-348784928 Wed, 16 Jan 2013 01:40:12 PST 2D Design: Subjective Portrait nonadult traditional/drawings/illustration/conceptual Shadowgaze http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/h/shadowgaze.png?8 Copyright 2013 ~Shadowgaze

In my 2D Design class we had to design a portrait by only using stuff to relate to the person. I decided to do mine of my boyfriend, Andrew

It's a black bear because I feel as if that's his spirit animal (fierce but more of a puppy than a beast). Then we have the Eagle Scout metal because (surprise!) he's an Eagle Scout. The right hand side arm is made out of a sub because he has worked at a deli for years and a Redbull can because he loves that drink and at parties wears a Redbull shirt. The left hand side arm is made of a iron helmet from Skyrim because he loves that game, a wooden ship because he has a collection of them all over his room, and an Xbox 360 controller because that's what platform he uses 2nd to his PC. The belly is sheet music of a song he likes. The right hand leg is a tuba because he plays that instrument in college as a Music Education major (he also has a tuba tattoo on his leg). Then next to that to the left is Phi Mu Alpha logo because that's the frat he's in and the left side leg is the Philmont Scout Ranch patch because he used to work there as a Ranger.

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Image © Christina Phillips ]]>

In my 2D Design class we had to design a portrait by only using stuff to relate to the person. I decided to do mine of my boyfriend, Andrew

It's a black bear because I feel as if that's his spirit animal (fierce but more of a puppy than a beast). Then we have the Eagle Scout metal because (surprise!) he's an Eagle Scout. The right hand side arm is made out of a sub because he has worked at a deli for years and a Redbull can because he loves that drink and at parties wears a Redbull shirt. The left hand side arm is made of a iron helmet from Skyrim because he loves that game, a wooden ship because he has a collection of them all over his room, and an Xbox 360 controller because that's what platform he uses 2nd to his PC. The belly is sheet music of a song he likes. The right hand leg is a tuba because he plays that instrument in college as a Music Education major (he also has a tuba tattoo on his leg). Then next to that to the left is Phi Mu Alpha logo because that's the frat he's in and the left side leg is the Philmont Scout Ranch patch because he used to work there as a Ranger.

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Image © Christina Phillips

]]> http://niur-tarow.deviantart.com/art/Kings-of-New-York-311246516 http://niur-tarow.deviantart.com/art/Kings-of-New-York-311246516 Thu, 28 Jun 2012 08:09:02 PDT Kings of New York nonadult traditional/drawings/animals Niur-Tarow http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/n/i/niur-tarow.jpg?1 Copyright 2012-2013 ~Niur-Tarow Because I can.

Sassafras John JMR, 3yo TB colt URA L2
James Mighty Oak
URA Triple Crown
The Belmont Stakes GI
STATS ON THIS RACE:
Date: June 9th, 2012 (entry deadline is June 8th, 8 pm USE)
Distance = 1 and 1/2 miles
Surface = Dirt
Weather = Sunny, some clouds but by no means overcast. Hot as Hades, solid ground- little dusty.

Past URA Tickets: 0

URA Sponsored/Sanctioned Races:
Hopeful Stakes 2011 (First Place - Qualified for URA BC Juvenile 2011)
URA Breeders Cup Juvenile 2011 (Third Place)
THS Derby Dozen Stake 2012
URA Kentucky Derby 2012 (not sure if we are counting these)

Other Races:
Live Race Juvenile hosted by ~HorseandWolfLover

Training Pictures:
Painting Pennies
One Furlong Sprint
Two Furlong Sprint
Three Furlong Sprint
Uphill Jogging
Second Phase

Triple Crown Prep Races:
Bluegrass Stakes, Keeneland
Wood Memorial, Aqueduct
Florida Derby, Gulfstream

Cameos:
_Meadowlark's Baroque Baron, owned by ~MooiHorseDesigns
IDS Fight Club, owned by ~patchesofheaven74
bc Entity, owned by ~fuangel29
THS Pick Up Line, owned by ~xLadySadiex

Story:

Warning: Bec may be a teenager, but her language is a bit “mature”. If you don't like it, don't read it. Also, the song suggestions are shuffling through Bec's Ipod, and are ones I chose that somewhat convey the colt's personality.

At first, the young girl looked almost normal: jean shorts, Jabbawockeez T-shirt, Ipod peeking conspicuously out of her right front pocket. One tiny speaker was tucked into her ear, the other was tucked down the front of her collar. She slipped through the saddling paddock in silence, her young face and lack of chaperone making more than one official pull her aside – until she flashed her ID and proved herself a member of JMR's staff. Bec Mighty Oak was a woman on a mission.

She watched as each of the colts were led out into the summer sun, their coats gleaming and the promise of unlimited power rippling under their hides. Each was more than worthy of passing through Belmont's gates – giants in their own minds as well as the minds of their owners and fans. It was almost like a Broadway opening or the night of a great concert. The press was everywhere, drooling and fawning by turns over each perfect specimen of equine athleticism. The boys, for their part, reacted as only their personalities would allow.

“Burn it to the Ground” by Nickelback:

Fight Club was a bastard. There was no other word for it. He was the guy who drank too much, punched you in the face and fucked your girl when your back was turned. His teeth snapped together like a gunshot whenever a reporter came too near, or when another colt came too near, or whenever someone looked at him cross-eyed. He was an ass, a trouble-maker, but he was a force worth remembering when it came time to race. Bec smiled as she watched yet another pressman leap away with a squeal.

“One Vision” by Queen:

Entity was a demigod, his sire and grandsire so famous they were something of a breeder's wet dream. Indy was more of the same, already a household name in many circles and with the stunning markings that had turned heads when his father had raced. The son of Poltergiest did not disappoint the crowd – his bald face and black coat twisting necks from every corner. He was fresh, eager, determined, his attention to the matter at hand written plainly on his face. Bec waved to the Birdcatcher staff before moving down the line – she could not deny that the colt was amazing, but she had her hopes set on another runner.

“Lets Get Rocked” by Def Leppard:

Pick Up Line was one of those rare creatures, the smoking hot guy who had no idea of his sex appeal. He was funny, happy, a fan favorite, and the hype had not seemed to affect his personality. Bec was tempted to visit. One muzzle rub wouldn't hurt.. would it? But as with the rest of the beautiful people, it was next to impossible to get close to him. He was guarded like a priceless artifact, and half of you knew that you were unworthy to touch him, anyway. Still.. he was soooooo pretty...

“Robin Hood” by .38 Special:

Baroque Baron was the life of the party – bouncing around like a hyped up pop star. He showered his staff and adoring fans with kisses and shoves. Bec had the vague impression of a well-meaning, slightly drunk frat boy. Baron was larger than life, seeming to know that this was the last match in a high stakes game and that he was a major player in that game. He showed off for the crowd, skittering just to the end of his lead before running back to his handlers like a loyal puppy. He tossed his mane, he flared his nostrils. In short, he made everyone swoon.

“Swamp Music” by Lynyrd Skynyrd:

And Sassafras.. Sassafras was a sweet, sexy Southern boy too naive to realize that the girls were undressing him with their eyes. He moved around the ring in his lanky, lazy stride, his head bobbing up and down like an eight-year-old field hunter. Bec walked up to him the minute he came in, getting her customary slobbery kiss before the start. The colt was all kindness and shy excitement – knowing that today was important but too child-like to understand the prestige he might earn himself.

At last, it was time to take the giants out of the ring and onto the track. Bec switched her Ipod one last time as the favored sons slipped into the gates, waiting for the critical moment before pressing play. Even before the finish, before the final turn... in the first charge the girl found tears in her eyes. The music fit the horses perfectly. With or without a win here, every horse surging down the track was a hero, a superstar, a god. The proof was in the fans, all standing and screaming at the top of their lungs, their hands reaching for the sky.

All I do is win win win, no matter what.
Got money on my mind I can never get enough.
And every time I go up in the building everybody's hands go up... and they stay there.

artwork and characters (c) *Niur-Tarow
Other horses (c) their respective owners
no reference, bitches! ]]> Because I can.

Sassafras John JMR, 3yo TB colt URA L2
James Mighty Oak
URA Triple Crown
The Belmont Stakes GI
STATS ON THIS RACE:
Date: June 9th, 2012 (entry deadline is June 8th, 8 pm USE)
Distance = 1 and 1/2 miles
Surface = Dirt
Weather = Sunny, some clouds but by no means overcast. Hot as Hades, solid ground- little dusty.

Past URA Tickets: 0

URA Sponsored/Sanctioned Races:
Hopeful Stakes 2011 (First Place - Qualified for URA BC Juvenile 2011)
URA Breeders Cup Juvenile 2011 (Third Place)
THS Derby Dozen Stake 2012
URA Kentucky Derby 2012 (not sure if we are counting these)

Other Races:
Live Race Juvenile hosted by ~HorseandWolfLover

Training Pictures:
Painting Pennies
One Furlong Sprint
Two Furlong Sprint
Three Furlong Sprint
Uphill Jogging
Second Phase

Triple Crown Prep Races:
Bluegrass Stakes, Keeneland
Wood Memorial, Aqueduct
Florida Derby, Gulfstream

Cameos:
_Meadowlark's Baroque Baron, owned by ~MooiHorseDesigns
IDS Fight Club, owned by ~patchesofheaven74
bc Entity, owned by ~fuangel29
THS Pick Up Line, owned by ~xLadySadiex

Story:

Warning: Bec may be a teenager, but her language is a bit “mature”. If you don't like it, don't read it. Also, the song suggestions are shuffling through Bec's Ipod, and are ones I chose that somewhat convey the colt's personality.

At first, the young girl looked almost normal: jean shorts, Jabbawockeez T-shirt, Ipod peeking conspicuously out of her right front pocket. One tiny speaker was tucked into her ear, the other was tucked down the front of her collar. She slipped through the saddling paddock in silence, her young face and lack of chaperone making more than one official pull her aside – until she flashed her ID and proved herself a member of JMR's staff. Bec Mighty Oak was a woman on a mission.

She watched as each of the colts were led out into the summer sun, their coats gleaming and the promise of unlimited power rippling under their hides. Each was more than worthy of passing through Belmont's gates – giants in their own minds as well as the minds of their owners and fans. It was almost like a Broadway opening or the night of a great concert. The press was everywhere, drooling and fawning by turns over each perfect specimen of equine athleticism. The boys, for their part, reacted as only their personalities would allow.

“Burn it to the Ground” by Nickelback:

Fight Club was a bastard. There was no other word for it. He was the guy who drank too much, punched you in the face and fucked your girl when your back was turned. His teeth snapped together like a gunshot whenever a reporter came too near, or when another colt came too near, or whenever someone looked at him cross-eyed. He was an ass, a trouble-maker, but he was a force worth remembering when it came time to race. Bec smiled as she watched yet another pressman leap away with a squeal.

“One Vision” by Queen:

Entity was a demigod, his sire and grandsire so famous they were something of a breeder's wet dream. Indy was more of the same, already a household name in many circles and with the stunning markings that had turned heads when his father had raced. The son of Poltergiest did not disappoint the crowd – his bald face and black coat twisting necks from every corner. He was fresh, eager, determined, his attention to the matter at hand written plainly on his face. Bec waved to the Birdcatcher staff before moving down the line – she could not deny that the colt was amazing, but she had her hopes set on another runner.

“Lets Get Rocked” by Def Leppard:

Pick Up Line was one of those rare creatures, the smoking hot guy who had no idea of his sex appeal. He was funny, happy, a fan favorite, and the hype had not seemed to affect his personality. Bec was tempted to visit. One muzzle rub wouldn't hurt.. would it? But as with the rest of the beautiful people, it was next to impossible to get close to him. He was guarded like a priceless artifact, and half of you knew that you were unworthy to touch him, anyway. Still.. he was soooooo pretty...

“Robin Hood” by .38 Special:

Baroque Baron was the life of the party – bouncing around like a hyped up pop star. He showered his staff and adoring fans with kisses and shoves. Bec had the vague impression of a well-meaning, slightly drunk frat boy. Baron was larger than life, seeming to know that this was the last match in a high stakes game and that he was a major player in that game. He showed off for the crowd, skittering just to the end of his lead before running back to his handlers like a loyal puppy. He tossed his mane, he flared his nostrils. In short, he made everyone swoon.

“Swamp Music” by Lynyrd Skynyrd:

And Sassafras.. Sassafras was a sweet, sexy Southern boy too naive to realize that the girls were undressing him with their eyes. He moved around the ring in his lanky, lazy stride, his head bobbing up and down like an eight-year-old field hunter. Bec walked up to him the minute he came in, getting her customary slobbery kiss before the start. The colt was all kindness and shy excitement – knowing that today was important but too child-like to understand the prestige he might earn himself.

At last, it was time to take the giants out of the ring and onto the track. Bec switched her Ipod one last time as the favored sons slipped into the gates, waiting for the critical moment before pressing play. Even before the finish, before the final turn... in the first charge the girl found tears in her eyes. The music fit the horses perfectly. With or without a win here, every horse surging down the track was a hero, a superstar, a god. The proof was in the fans, all standing and screaming at the top of their lungs, their hands reaching for the sky.

All I do is win win win, no matter what.
Got money on my mind I can never get enough.
And every time I go up in the building everybody's hands go up... and they stay there.

artwork and characters (c) *Niur-Tarow
Other horses (c) their respective owners
no reference, bitches!

]]> http://gezzed.deviantart.com/art/Brosiden-King-of-the-Brocean-325203986 http://gezzed.deviantart.com/art/Brosiden-King-of-the-Brocean-325203986 Mon, 03 Sep 2012 20:14:50 PDT Brosiden - King of the Brocean nonadult traditional/sculpture/fantasy gezzed http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/g/e/gezzed.jpg?3 Copyright 2012-2013 ~gezzed

]]> http://ofdarkestfantasies.deviantart.com/art/Awkward-and-uncomfortable-355130010 http://ofdarkestfantasies.deviantart.com/art/Awkward-and-uncomfortable-355130010 Mon, 18 Feb 2013 16:26:36 PST Awkward and uncomfortable nonadult traditional/drawings/fantasy OfDarkestFantasies http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/o/f/ofdarkestfantasies.jpg?1 Copyright 2013 ~OfDarkestFantasies http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/

"Not a chance."

"But Dad--!" Creme argued. "Come on! It's not like we're going to go and get completely wasted and get high or something God-awful like that. It's just a party!"

"A single's party," Grievous retorted. "Where boys will flirt with you. Possibly grab your butt. Do you think I don't know what happens at these sort of things? I've seen Aegis go streaking at a frat party. I've seen Adonis stick chopsticks up her nose and grab a sushi roll by squeezing her nostrils. Raum has come home drunk off his ass more times than I can count. I'll be damned if I'm going to let my girls go AS HUMANS to a party with no one to watch them."

Creme Brulee was about to pop a blood vessel. "Daddy," she said testily. "Aunt Senra is going, and Narcolepsy--how can you say no to us??"

"Because! If you go to that party, you'll be human. And human means that human males will be attracted to you. And I'd trust a wild stallion more than a human boy," Grievous snarled. He closed his yellow eyes. "And knowing you, you'll flirt right back. No means no."

"DAD!!!"

"Get over it, Creme Brulee!"

Gren came over. "Dad, as much as I hate to say it, don't you think you should at least give it a chance? We're demons. This is Creme we're talking about--and Ruthless and Syndicate want to go too! Creme would bitch-slap anyone who looked at her cross-eyed, to say nothing of Ruth and Syn. Don't you think that if any guy so much as touched them they'd unleash one holy righteous wrath on his sorry skint behind? Seriously. It's just one night, and like she said, Senra's going."

Grievous pursed his black lips and refused to speak.

Ruthless and Syndicate had clearly heard what was going on and come to argue their case. "Dad, no one is going to touch us, believe me!" Ruthless said. "Whether we look human or not. Hell, we can even bring Alma."

"I'm sure as hell not letting you take Alma," Grievous snorted. "She'll kill everyone."

"Then....what about Malik?" Syndicate suggested. "He'll be looking out for Gren of course, and us too."

"Wait, what? I never said I was going!" Gren exclaimed.

"Sister," Syndicate said, draping an arm over Gren's shoulders and crushing her against her side, "If we're going, you're coming too."

"All of Grievous's girls together," Ruthless grinned.

"I said you're not taking Alma!" Grievous interrupted. "And even IF--and that's a BIG if--I let you four go--"

"Three! I want no part in this!" Gren squawked.

"--I'm sure I don't want my younger ones going out. Van, Sanare, Darkshade and Sadist are staying with me."

"So are you letting us go?" Creme asked eagerly.

Grievous pinned his ears, and the black lips curled down in an unpleasant frown, but at last the demon sighed and said, "Fine. You can go. But there will be RULES. You WILL come back the MINUTE the party is over or God help you, I will come after you. You are not to leave the party room except with a SISTER or BROTHER, NOT a boy, and NO DRINKING! I will allow you to drink ONE glass. ONE. If, after an hour and a half, you are completely fine, you MAY have HALF a glass more. And then that's it. And you will call the stables when you get there, halfway through the party, and right before you leave. Understand?"

"Yes, father," Ruthless, Syndicate and Creme said cheerfully.

"Gren? I didn't hear you."

"I'm not going!" Gren protested.

"Oh, yes you are!" Ruthless cackled. "She agrees, Daddy dearest! Now Syn, you go get Malik, I'll get this one ready, and let's roll!"

"I'll get RC!" Creme darted off towards the demons before Grievous could even tell her no.

"DAD!" Gren shrieked as Ruthless dragged her away.

Grievous sighed again, exhaled through his nose, and turned to the forest. ]]>

"Not a chance."

"But Dad--!" Creme argued. "Come on! It's not like we're going to go and get completely wasted and get high or something God-awful like that. It's just a party!"

"A single's party," Grievous retorted. "Where boys will flirt with you. Possibly grab your butt. Do you think I don't know what happens at these sort of things? I've seen Aegis go streaking at a frat party. I've seen Adonis stick chopsticks up her nose and grab a sushi roll by squeezing her nostrils. Raum has come home drunk off his ass more times than I can count. I'll be damned if I'm going to let my girls go AS HUMANS to a party with no one to watch them."

Creme Brulee was about to pop a blood vessel. "Daddy," she said testily. "Aunt Senra is going, and Narcolepsy--how can you say no to us??"

"Because! If you go to that party, you'll be human. And human means that human males will be attracted to you. And I'd trust a wild stallion more than a human boy," Grievous snarled. He closed his yellow eyes. "And knowing you, you'll flirt right back. No means no."

"DAD!!!"

"Get over it, Creme Brulee!"

Gren came over. "Dad, as much as I hate to say it, don't you think you should at least give it a chance? We're demons. This is Creme we're talking about--and Ruthless and Syndicate want to go too! Creme would bitch-slap anyone who looked at her cross-eyed, to say nothing of Ruth and Syn. Don't you think that if any guy so much as touched them they'd unleash one holy righteous wrath on his sorry skint behind? Seriously. It's just one night, and like she said, Senra's going."

Grievous pursed his black lips and refused to speak.

Ruthless and Syndicate had clearly heard what was going on and come to argue their case. "Dad, no one is going to touch us, believe me!" Ruthless said. "Whether we look human or not. Hell, we can even bring Alma."

"I'm sure as hell not letting you take Alma," Grievous snorted. "She'll kill everyone."

"Then....what about Malik?" Syndicate suggested. "He'll be looking out for Gren of course, and us too."

"Wait, what? I never said I was going!" Gren exclaimed.

"Sister," Syndicate said, draping an arm over Gren's shoulders and crushing her against her side, "If we're going, you're coming too."

"All of Grievous's girls together," Ruthless grinned.

"I said you're not taking Alma!" Grievous interrupted. "And even IF--and that's a BIG if--I let you four go--"

"Three! I want no part in this!" Gren squawked.

"--I'm sure I don't want my younger ones going out. Van, Sanare, Darkshade and Sadist are staying with me."

"So are you letting us go?" Creme asked eagerly.

Grievous pinned his ears, and the black lips curled down in an unpleasant frown, but at last the demon sighed and said, "Fine. You can go. But there will be RULES. You WILL come back the MINUTE the party is over or God help you, I will come after you. You are not to leave the party room except with a SISTER or BROTHER, NOT a boy, and NO DRINKING! I will allow you to drink ONE glass. ONE. If, after an hour and a half, you are completely fine, you MAY have HALF a glass more. And then that's it. And you will call the stables when you get there, halfway through the party, and right before you leave. Understand?"

"Yes, father," Ruthless, Syndicate and Creme said cheerfully.

"Gren? I didn't hear you."

"I'm not going!" Gren protested.

"Oh, yes you are!" Ruthless cackled. "She agrees, Daddy dearest! Now Syn, you go get Malik, I'll get this one ready, and let's roll!"

"I'll get RC!" Creme darted off towards the demons before Grievous could even tell her no.

"DAD!" Gren shrieked as Ruthless dragged her away.

Grievous sighed again, exhaled through his nose, and turned to the forest.

]]> http://kileyhannan.deviantart.com/art/Skindog-6-35099293 http://kileyhannan.deviantart.com/art/Skindog-6-35099293 Tue, 20 Jun 2006 21:16:34 PDT Skindog 6 nonadult traditional/drawings/fantasy KileyHannan http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/k/i/kileyhannan.jpg?1 Copyright 2006-2013 ~KileyHannan

Skindog is a frat boy in community college. With his buddies, he is a bully, a jock and likes to cut class. He is known as being a "bad boy" so girls just throw themselves to him. All he does is: Party, get drunk, get laid, and eat. Though he will be an obvious dropout, he has a secret dream of becoming a cartoonist (so does his brother) and can draw really well. He is made fun of everytime anyone sees that he draws calling him a "fag" (I know some boys who get teased at school because they draw ), so he keeps his drawings to himself. Only his family knows how good he is and really wish he will make a career out of it. But as long as he has booze and chicks, cartoons can wait. ]]>

Skindog is a frat boy in community college. With his buddies, he is a bully, a jock and likes to cut class. He is known as being a "bad boy" so girls just throw themselves to him. All he does is: Party, get drunk, get laid, and eat. Though he will be an obvious dropout, he has a secret dream of becoming a cartoonist (so does his brother) and can draw really well. He is made fun of everytime anyone sees that he draws calling him a "fag" (I know some boys who get teased at school because they draw ), so he keeps his drawings to himself. Only his family knows how good he is and really wish he will make a career out of it. But as long as he has booze and chicks, cartoons can wait.

]]> http://nemper.deviantart.com/art/Riding-in-the-night-211925032 http://nemper.deviantart.com/art/Riding-in-the-night-211925032 Sun, 05 Jun 2011 22:54:29 PDT Riding in the night nonadult traditional/drawings/illustration/storybook Nemper http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/n/e/nemper.jpg?13 Copyright 2011-2013 =Nemper
Other strange aspects of this picture include the facts that I drew it on lined notebook paper, and everyone has red eyes. ]]>
Other strange aspects of this picture include the facts that I drew it on lined notebook paper, and everyone has red eyes.

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