Could someone put the Peacock pelt on Kaybee?

Her pictogram is Here and she is in the flowers behind the Great Oak.\

Thank you little forest critters!

The TEF comic I'm working on is based on Lady Jewel's bio. So far, I have part of a page done.

Hey Leute!
Wollte mich einfach mal nur vorstellen)) Bin seit gestern auch ein Mitglied *stolz*


Hey everyone!
Just wanted to introduce myself)) Now I'm a member, too x3 Since yesterday, so I'm still a lil fawn <3

You know, why are there wars in the arts?

Art is an expression of the self set forth not necessarily for an audience but just a bubbling out of inner creativity that sometimes can be for joy or molded into a living for pay.

In music there is this constant debate between classical musicians, rock musicians and of course church musicians and all us that just love the art and participate out of the joy of it. They are always arguing and ranking which is better and who is the better artist-----including and excluding--the truth is the same chords, notes sounds and the overtones or chromatics are the same whether its jazz, rock, Beethoven, a lovely Eastern tune or a kid making a song up.

In art the tools change but the colors are the colors and it is in the mixing that the tones and beauty come out yet here too there is a debate between crayons, digital, oil, acrylic etc. and then there is writing ---the same scribblings, letters, words, sentences, organizational structure in any language whether writing for SEO or a novel or an academic paper are the same and yet here too you see a developing trend that is not positive.

And yet when one looks over the ages and at new artists-- the ones that create something that catches our attention often have used the skill of synthesis to create their expression and it appeals to a wide audience exactly for that reason because in it you find a piece or a part of you--a reflection. The arts present truth in a different fashion or sometimes even the lies in a different fashion, and if so why not be different from what the rest of the world does? I refuse to throw any of it away and call one better than the other or participate in such. Only to encourage and share something positive so people keep expressing life through art. Each level or type I have done has taught me a lesson, given me joy and healing, a way to let out pain safely and a way to be fully me.

For the last few days I've been craving just... some good music. Maybe something melancholy or maybe something stirring...
I can't say for sure.
Now, I can't seem to find anything to listen to to sate this craving for music... so...

If anyone knows some good songs, please let me know. <3

Screenshots officially cleaned out (for now).

Yes I'm bad about these again. Just enjoy. |D

when I stand outside your door, I hope that you don't mind
'cause if you ever knew me, you'd know that I'm unkind
I'm a madman and a sociopath, I don't know how to feel
and yet I think my love for you is beautiful and real

well where do you go at night, where do you go?
I can't seem to see you through your window
crawl into the bathroom and there do I see
you, in the arms of a mule, and not me

can't you see it's going to rain? I'll knock on your windowpane
everything still seems the same, and yet I think I'm insane
I'll be drownin' in the drain, I'm a man that can't be tamed
all my love's in vain, every inch of you I'll claim

love is a bed for the blues, dear
white sheets to use and abuse, here
gone are the days of Victorian fear
you'd learn to love if you'd just let me near

when I'm running after him, I hope that you don't see
as the dagger cuts through skin, you'll only think of me
I could show you everything, on the earth and in the trees
we'd be a camoflauge of sin, and we'd only live to please

I see you at night, I see you at night you know
I'm not sure why I'm still here for you
sink into mud and trenchwater, now
broken the Lord's most sacred vow

won't you whisper to the light? I can blot it out with night
you'll go down without a fight, I can break you down to cry
I would sentence you to death, hear your last, your dying breath
there's a lesson to be learned - my suicide was earned.