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Cheese and Rice, Tacky!
You owe a dragon a dragon?! How did you manage that?!

You haven't forgotten how to write, dearie. Could just be a block, like most get at one time or another.

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.

You owe me a dragon!

I'll be patient.

So, you done yet?

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

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 I'm proud.

Thanks Tacky!

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.

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 I'm proud.

Thanks Tacky!

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.

Hey Tacky! 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!

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

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.

Oops.

Poetry? Poetry. I went on a poetry spree on Friday, so here.
*fades back into obscurity*

From the Poetry Competition:

It's almost too simple
To set it all in motion.
The push of a button,
Unfurling the tangled headphones,
Or the click of a laptop
As the DJ warms up his playlist.

It doesn't take much to be overcome,
For music is a drug
Stronger than any other.

The beat resounds with my heart,
Thrumming.
I can feel the vibrations through the floor,
And I wonder if it is only me,
Only me that is swept away by the pulsing flood.

The bass and melody,
They are my bones and muscles,
And they pull me to and fro,
Free from my conscious constraint,
Free from my overbearing mind.
There is no need to think with structure;
The music has its own rhythm to keep,
And it cares little for petty thoughts.

The voice, the melody,
I find become my own,
And it becomes raw with passion.
If there are no words to be sung
It does not matter,
For even a violin's singular song
Has a meaning.

Even my very principles
Cannot be weighted down,
For who can immerse themselves in music
And not find themselves breathing in time,
Breathing with the musician
Who poured himself into creating his song?

But paradise is always temporary.
As the tide ebbs and weakens,
I am forced back to dry land.

And I wait again for the flood.

From the Haiku Competition:

Love can't feed a man.
Howbiet, I still believe,
That it can save him.

From the FLP:

The dark days are over,
So lift your weary head.
I know,
I know that you have struggled,
Suffered as no one has.
I know that you have seen pain
That cannot be comprehended.
But I promise you this time,
That under your growing light,
The chains that bound you,
The cloth that smothered you,
Fall away.
So raise your feet one last time,
And remember that
Even in the coldest hours of the dusk,
The sun is always shining.

Time to dust this thing off.

I know this isn't an actual entry, but I couldn't find the thread, and I don't want to have to sift through all of the pages over again.

Most people probably would have started a new art/writing thread by now, but I'm lazy.

TACKYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

Yes! I vote old people come back for the summer time! REVIVAL OF THE AMW.

Lol. We always say that. But we never do anything.

*sigh*

PUT SOME SHIZZ UP, YO.