Take a look at the first line thread, usually helps me come up with something good, I love those moments when a poem just writes itself.

I miss when that happens... T.T

You owe me a dragon!

I'll be patient.

So, you done yet?

So patient. :b
I'm probably 80% done, but I might just upload it anyway since I'm lazy and not good at finishing projects.

You owe a dragon a dragon?! How did you manage that?!

I'm not entirely sure.

I also have a surprise drawing of Kyou. :D
He likes it very much.

I would like to credit saturation attempts to Poison, and inspiration to Voidy, Icy and Kyou.

This is Voidy. I used a reference, but I added the ban battleaxe just for him. I decided not to finish it, as you can see.

This was inspired by the xat one Icy and I did a while ago.

This one was lovingly drawn for Kyou.

Awwww Ky has a collar! :3

I really like Voidy, except he is gripping the axe a bit awkwardly.

As for the... one in the middle(?) I really love the the dress, but her hands are freaking spikes. SPIKES. But very lovely, lovely spikes.

I like the new title. Although I don't appreciate being told what to do by pixels. ><

I got a dinosaur to my name :D I'm proud.

Thanks Tacky!

Awwww Ky has a collar! :3

I really like Voidy, except he is gripping the axe a bit awkwardly.

As for the... one in the middle(?) I really love the the dress, but her hands are freaking spikes. SPIKES. But very lovely, lovely spikes.

I know, I gotta work on hands. T.T
Thanks, Moon! :b

I like the new title. Although I don't appreciate being told what to do by pixels. ><

I got a dinosaur to my name :D I'm proud.

Thanks Tacky!

You are quite welcome. And unless I know what you look like, I will always picture you as a velociraptor.
Thank Frank for the name change.... :P

I told you you'd get better. But does anyone listen to me? No! Even ArmorGames doesn't listen to me.

Not to be nitpicky on the impression of Voidy, but you forgot his beard :P I'm looking at all three, and I feel that drawing is where the most detail went into. When doing arms, remember the proportions. Going from elbow to wrist shouldn't be that sharp an incline.

I listened to you! D:

And I tried to draw his beard in....it didn't really work....

Here is a drawing of a girl. It started out as a speedsketch challenge. I was going to do more with the sky...but oh well.

Hey Tacky!:D I, sadly, haven't had internet access for around 6 months or so D:. My laptop had to break. Anyway, one of the first things I did when I got a new laptop was come check out your new stuff!
I adore your drawings, but I see one problem. The hands on the picture in the middle look a bit like claws. Other than that your a pretty amazing artist.

Anyway, one of the first things I did when I got a new laptop was come check out your new stuff!

Thanks! Glad you're back! :)

I adore your drawings, but I see one problem. The hands on the picture in the middle look a bit like claws.

Hands are not my forte. But I am working on it.

Wow, I could barely even find this.

Actually wrote this about a week ago for the poetry competition, but I felt bad that I was letting this die. SoooOoooOoooOoo.
Also, I'm trying to write a silly novel, and if anyone has any tips for the organizational process that happens before....they would be appreciated.

If Shooting Stars Still Worked

I wish that top hats still held magic,
And that making coins disappear
Still was a mysterious force unknown.
I wish I still believed in dragons,
As I waited to ride one far from here,
Flying over cliffs with jagged stones.
I even wish I still had my toy wand,
Collapsing with a twist of my hand,
As I, the magician, made it vanish from sight,
Arguing that it wasn't at all a trick of the light.

I remember reading my countless books,
Filled up with so many mystical lands,
As I walled myself up in my guarded room.
Though I knew the stories weren't real,
I pretended I held the spells in my hand,
To rescue Ron or Roran from the jaws of doom.
When magic turned to science I don't remember,
But I grew older and smarter with each November,
Until magic disappeared fully from my daily life,
Leaving me without a shield to face sorrow and strife.

Maybe someday I'll find magic again,
And with a simple spell of sorts
I can go back to when unicorns roamed free,
And when I could journey to far Hogwarts
To avoid cleaning my book-filled room.

Here's something I sketched in art. I had never used colored pencils before, so I wanted to experiment.

The peacock feathers were being odd, so I sort of gave up on them.