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The undead

August 31, 2009 - 12:36am — yoru-chan
This is how I would like Grigori to look like 8D!
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"It's so nice to watch you at play.."

August 31, 2009 - 12:18am — Moss
I've decided to redo an iScribble drawing~ I'm working slowly on it..
Noface playing with butterflies~

On a completely unrelated note, I seem to have missed the release of a new Where the Wild Things Are trailer! I slacked on my stalking!
(Seriously, you have no idea how excited I am about this movie. No. Idea.)
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yay!

August 30, 2009 - 6:28pm — freddystoyda
Ralph's first danceline! yahoo!
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bag for On

August 30, 2009 - 1:56pm — Doe
ON!

I got you a more legit bag. ):

E p h i r é

August 30, 2009 - 1:02pm — Gevaar
A gift for Apeldille. I just love her character! Also a thankyou as he found the time to say hello to Geevar.

Deer referenced from an image on deviantART

Do not steal =3

Y o u . . . b e r u n n i n g u p t h a t h i l l

August 30, 2009 - 7:43am — Gevaar
dark trees and wavy fog;
Gevaar, she ran too Nooits log.

Alas her friend she wasnt there;
violet eyes embraced a stare.
Racing to that small idol, see?
The fear she had, when she looked at me.



Their faces were all masked in black
eyes hidden, peircing stare
cold fog



trapped in a dream...
________________________



For those who tuned into my livestream a few hours ago here is the final product.
(didnt include the bg in the broadcast)

Do not steal =3
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china

August 30, 2009 - 5:35am — Bismuth
this is china. you guys might has seen her around. her set is always changing..
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Tyerk fail.

August 30, 2009 - 4:56am — Moss
I now know why I couldn't draw him smiling, before.



It doesn't look right. LOL. You don't have to comment on this.
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Tarantula Concept

August 30, 2009 - 2:11am — Paralda
epic fail concept for this Halloween! xD

|D the marks glow the dark!
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Dreams Will Come...

August 30, 2009 - 1:21am — Arrikanez
When Revtheyr lay down under the mushroom, he felt terrible. There was a gnawing ache in his stomach, and he knew it was from something he ate. Whenever this had happened before, he had been ten times better when he awoke. But this time, his dream, not his stomach, was what sent him into a cold sweat.

"Revtheyr, I cannot understand why you insist on chasing that buck." his father was saying. "It is neither befitting of your bloodline, nor seemly to your kin, to be seen like that. You are descended from the royal line of Kirin, and MUST act like the prince you are."

Young Revtheyr, only a fawn, had no idea how angry his father was. He simply took it as a chastisement, and tried to prance off, to play with the others. Not that he had many friends. For it was 'unseemly to his kind' - as father was fond of saying - to 'associate with such commoners'. Rev didn't think they were that bad. Most of the fawns he played with were very nice to him, and often found him the tenderest shoots of grass, and the highest rocks to climb, since he wasn't a very observant little one to find them on his own.

But this time, his father was tired of his words being ignored.

"You will listen to me! Or you are no son of mine!"

The shining white antlers came down on young Rev like a boulder, bowling him over, and knocking him backward into a tree. He called out for his father, before he realized his father was the one hurting him. Screaming like the child he was, he took to his heels, bleeding from the side and from the head, darting off into the forest, with his irate father following after. His mother, powerless to stand against the stag, watched in terror as her young crossbreed son was driven from his home, and gored over and over again. Sadly, Rev watched her turn away, her bright horn shining in grief, with crystal tears trickling down to shatter on the rocks she stood on.

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