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1. Tell you what animal/creature you remind me of
2. Tell you what color I think suits you
3. Tell you how I feel about you
4. Insult you (MWAHHAHA)
5. Tell you my favorite OC of yours
6. Tell you what season you remind me of
7. Tell you what food you smell like in my head
8. Tell you a song you remind me of
9. Think of a random nickname for you
10. Tell you to put this in your journal...

I came home today feeling stressed and decided to ease my tensions with some blogging on tumblr. I saw a post about Mrs. Doubtfire wearing a dress better than Kim Kardashian and thought it was just some silly post. Then there were more Robin Williams posts. And gifs. And then I saw it:

            "RIP Robin Williams (1951-2014)"

At first I thought it was one of those internet rumors that gets started by the press for who knows why. But just to be sure, I went on Yahoo to check.

The very first thing that came up was a headlining story about a certain actor committing suicide.

I can't believe it.

When someone that had a huge impact in your childhood dies, it's like losing a friend. They are no longer there to make you laugh, to turn your frowns into smiles with silly jokes and funny voices. It is terrible.

I can't get it in my mind that Robin Williams has passed away. He couldn't have. He's Robin Williams, for crying out loud! For him to be gone at such a young age, it just boggles my mind.

I just can't even begin to perceive such a thing.

And he committed suicide.

I just...

This is so awful. Words can't describe how sad I am feeling. One of my best childhood friends is gone. If it's this bad for me, I can't even imagine what his family and friends are going through right now. All the devastation and heartbreak...

If anything comes out of this, I hope that it is depression/ suicide awareness and prevention. There are too many precious lives, Robin's included, that are taken from this horrible disorder, and it needs to be stopped. Those people need to be helped, to be given a friend or a smile. To be loved and shown that they matter.

My prayers go out to Robin and his loved ones. I am so truly sorry. I really am.

Let us keep the memory of Robin Williams alive and strong. Remember his hilarity, his creativity, and his brilliance. He was such an incredible man, and we ain't never had a friend like him.

Rest In Peace, Robin.

I have only been on dA for a year, but boy, what a fantastic year it has been! So much art, so many new friends. I wish I would have found this website sooner!

I actually found this site through LegendofFullmetal. At the time, I had recently become obsessed with Rise of the Guardians (and I still am, actually x3), and I had found Little RotG Things. It was through that blog that I found her personal blog and her account here on deviantART. When I first saw dA, I was immediately hooked. A website where everyone around the world can share their art with each other and get feedback?!

*takes a moment to feature Legend*
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 1
The fire crackles before you, telling you its history in a long-forgotten language. You sit on the floor in front of it, staring attentively back into its dancing flames, hypnotized by its tale that you can’t understand. It pops and bursts at moments of excitement, making your heart skip a beat even though you can’t quite figure out why.
Your fantasy book lays forgotten beside you as you listen, clutching to your hot chocolate and drawing your blanketed knees up as a makeshift table.
It’s quite talkative, really. But that tends to happen when you’ve been around for a very long time and someone finally sits down to listen to your story, even if they can’t understand you. You see, that’s the thing with fire. It can never quite get through its tale, whether it’s because it gets put out by the impatient or goes out because someone gets bored and neglects to fuel it.
All in all, it’s very excited that it has an audience today.
As the fire paus

It was then I started uploading old art I had been proud of at the time.


Notice how I said "at the time", because let's face it: my proportions were off, my circles were deformed, and my coloring was atrocious. My Romeo and Juliet mask is honestly the only early deviation of mine that I still have pride in

But give up I did not, for soon I had discovered that deviantART was home to literature as well as art. Of course, my first go at writing (and the majority of mine to this day) was a fanfiction; a Jack Frost reader insert, no less Looking back at it now, I have no idea why it got as big of a response as it did. It, to me, screams "first fanfic". But apparently that isn't how others saw it, as it currently has almost 10,000 views and over 200 favorites (which I'm still in shock about, by the way ) Midnight Summer Ball has lead to other fanfictions, including a Sherlock oneshot that won first place in a contest! I am definitely getting better, but I still have MUCH more room for improvement.
Midnight Summer Ball (Jack Frost x Reader)Jack Frost x Reader (oneshot)
(Note: In this story, you are 17 years old. Everything else is your choice. (e/c) = eye color, (f/c) = favorite color, (____) = your name, (f/j) = favorite jewel, (h/c) = hair color, (h/l) = hair length, (s/g) = silver or gold)


(Another note: This story takes place the year Jack became a Guardian.)


June 14th


    Your tired (e/c) eyes menace at the paper resting on your desk as your head slowly falls to the smooth surface. The paper, titled "AP Summer Assignments for Juniors", sits between your (f/c) laptop and a mountain of various textbooks and novels. Outside, the summer sunlight begins to ebb as the time grows older. The sound of the humid wind dancing through the trees makes your eyelids' heaviness build until you surrender to the calm darkness and doze off.
    "(____)!" someone shouts. You suddenly awake to find a tall boy with ruffled white hair and The Darkest December:Chapter 1 (JackFrostxReader)
   The demon soars in the shadows of the charcoal sky. Her crimson eyes dart back and forth, striving not to lose the Fearling in the sinister midnight. Bloodstained wings effortlessly slit the brisk fog, stealing November's final breath. The pursuit continues beneath the vigilant moonlight as the frigid breeze fortifies. Suddenly, the Fearling swiftly dives into the woods below. She abruptly descends, emerging herself into the forest of silhouettes. She maneuvers through the trees as if she had done it a hundred times, though the territory is alien to her.
   Left. Right. Right. Up. Left. Right. Down. Left. Mind numb from routine flight, she trifles with her luck and bolts closer to the shadow. Her wings flutter rapidly, tolerating a few inferior nicks and cuts from twigs and leaves. She follows the creature for a few more minutes until it approaches a desolate vicinity imprisoned by towering timbers. The Fearling slips into a dark hole in the ground. The demon's w A Sociopath's First Mate (Contest Entry)   "Avast, Mycroft!" young Sherlock hollered, running down the hall, his short, dark brown curls bouncing under a violet bandana.
    "Under no such circumstances, Sherlock!" his older brother cried, sprinting in desperate retreat.
    Sherlock snickered as the daring chase pursued. His ebony coat flailed around corner after corner. Mycroft scampered down the wooden stairs, breath hitched and forehead dotted with sweat. He pivoted from the polished railing and glimpsed behind his shoulder. His dreaded swashbuckling sibling was hot on his tail. 
    "Ye be a lowly bilge rat if ye think ye can outrun me!" the youngest Holmes yelled. He brandished a violin bow as a cutlass, much to Mycroft's distress.
    "Don't make me tell Mummy!" the fearful teen squealed. He snatched the first thing in sight - his trusty little umbrella - and swung it in a desperate frenzy at his brother.
    "Wield your blunt weapon handsome Wipeout (Jack Frost x Reader)
    "You're a bloody basket case! How many times have I told ya ta stay outta the Warren?"
    "Relax, Bunny. It's not like I was doing any harm."
    "Ya froze all my blooming flowers, ya drongo!"
    You sigh, placing your pencil on your desk. There is no way you're going to get anything done, not with those two constantly arguing. Taking a deep breath, you stand up from your seat at your desk and irritably make your way to the Globe Room.
    You first met Jack a few years ago. It was wintertime, late at night some time in January. You were having trouble sleeping, tossing and turning, young mind haunted by endless nightmares. You needed to do something, anything to get your worst dreams out of your head. So, you being the adventurous kid you were, you hopped out of bed and climbed out your window, careful not to wake up your parents.
    The moon made the snow under your boots sparkle like glitter. You had forgotten your g

I did also try some other forms of writing as well. I wrote a short story, but I found that I have a stronger liking for poetry. In it, I discovered ways of expressing and disguising emotions; how to tell a story through pure visualization. Poetry is simply beautiful, and I plan on writing more, hopefully getting better in the process.
Song of the Caged BirdI once lived a symphony
The world was my orchestra
The earth, my stage
Its creatures, my ensemble
And I was the conductor
Fiery sunrise
Led with distant beauty
Into a grand crescendo
Through intertwined branches
Flowed cool wind
Dancing a sweet, legato waltz between
Baroque flowers and bees
Allegro rivers rushed by steady stones
Ornamented with the trills
Of citrus salmon
And rain's accelerando
Time need not exist
Nor anything at all
For the bliss was in perpetual motion
In an eternal melody
For that moment
Those endless, enchanting moments
Nothing could be more perfect
Nothing
That is exactly what
My world has become
Nothing
These cold bars
Threaten to consume me
In the sound of pure
Silence
I try to sing
In this empty cage
Of iron and darkness
But a shadow's duet is a lonely one
My tears echo
As a requiem from my sorrow
Twilight is my serenade
And never a friend to me
Do not pity me
For I belong here
Here, in this desolate chamber
Without music
Oh, my soul
I urge you to break free
Fr Eulogy for a Broken HeartThere was a girl
Who thought she could escape 
The world around her
And all its turmoil
By becoming 
Part of the crowd.
She'd sit on the street corner
Of a broken road
And her violin would weep
As the people passed through
Like phantoms.
She promised herself
Not to get involved,
For trust snaps in two
As easily as a twig
And hurts 
With the strength
Of a lightning bolt.
There was a girl
Who caught the eyes
Of a stranger
Across the alley
As he walked over
To feed a crumpled dollar
To her tattered,
Famished case. 
He smiled at her, 
And in doing so
Made the first key turn
In unlocking her heart.
She told herself
Not to give in,
Uphold "Miss Independent"
And safeguard your heart
Because no one can ever,
Ever
Be trusted.
There was a girl
Who let go her inhibitions
Little by little
Like a rose losing its petals
To the wind.
Her palms would sweat,
Words would stutter
Whenever he came around,
Even if
He didn't say
One word
To her.
She begged herself
To come down from NopeOne step
        Two step
                Three
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                           o
                            o
                             p
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At some point, I bought a tablet and spent quite a while experimenting in digital art. Though I will always stand true to traditional, I must say that it is such a relief to have an "Undo" button.


As for my traditional art, I did see many improvements in the past year alone. My coloring and shading began to look less sloppy, my proportions became closer to precise than before, and I started paying attention to small details. Granted, I became a slower artist, but I can work on that next year


I always loved nail art, and I wouldn't necessarily say that I improved. I just made it more complicated than what it needed to be... But hey, it looked pretty cool!


Through dA, I was introduced to this amazing thing called cosplay (I guess you can say dA started my life as an avid fangirl). My only official one was (of course) Jack Frost, and though there were some flaws (the wig, the pants, the frost design...), I was very satisfied with my first real cosplay. 


DeviantART isn't just an art website, now is it? It is a community of creative minds from all around the world. It is because of this that I have not only grown as an artist, but also as a person, because of all the magnificent people I've met. Many of them I admire, as they are such great artists and even greater people (Civil-War-Casualty, Schoerie, grew-up-a-screw-up, and TeraSArt as examples - PLEASE go check out their incredible galleries!) Others I know in real life and have gotten to know them better through deviantART (starrisuu and my best friend JulesCosplay, whom I got into dA and then she got TereziEnglish and KrysCosplay into it as well - I started a thing )
<da:thumb id="407995662"/> Insert creative title here.sometimes I hate the idea
of talking
I rather eat the autumn
skies crushing cold air between my molars
and hiding shaky hands
between pages of dictionaries
and clickclickclicking sounds of typewriters
you asked me why I wrote poems
on the soles of my shoes
and I told you
it was because I wanted to
imprint myself on the earth
then I can create beauty
even if I am not

There is one person in particular that I would like to bring attention to. She was one of the first people to give me feedback as a fanfiction writer, which was huge for me, because she is one of the most talented writers I have ever seen. Over the past year, we have become friends, and I am so happy we did. She is clever, funny, and has a great taste in everything from books to music to art. I am so lucky to have her as a friend, because she is simply an overall extraordinary person. I'm sorry if I sound sappy, but she deserves all of it. Thank you, katnisseverdeen4life, for being the awesome person you are
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I would also like to thank all of my watchers, too! I'm over 100 now! (I'm almost done with my thank you picture)

A very happy birthday to deviantART! I can't wait for the many years to come!

A friend of mine showed me a really cool project called Cosplay for Cancer. If you cosplay and would like to participate (or if you just want to donate), please click the link for more details!

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