|HAPPY EASTER 2013!|
Pineapple Magic Got a P.O Box!Hey everyone,Pineapple Magic Got a P.O Box! by *Nasuai1
the cosplay group I'm in, *Pineapple-Magic, has had many requests lately to get a p.o box, and we've finally been able to get one.
It would mean a lot to us if you sent us things.
Letters, drawings, anything to do with us really - maybe even a gift.
All things can be sent to;
Po box ar852 Mitchell ACT 2911 Australia
If you're thinking of sending a gift, some ideas for me would be
Anime related things (Hitman Reborn, Kuroko no Basuke, Pokemon, Ouran Highschool Host Club)
Video Game related things (Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, Legend of Zelda)
Anything Disney - especially Peter Pan
Adventure Time, Regular Show
|A lot of these favorites span across a great deal of styles. The one common thing? the effort, I love artists who give it their best.|
RivalryHello there sir! If I could just show you here,
a painting by none other than myself – glorious!
I have painted for many a rich man like yourself.
Take in my colours, the way the light soars on down
and perfectly lights my subjects face – superb!
I am a perfect candidate for your choosing right here!
Hello good sir, I am but mediocre in this craft
I have little knowledge of drawing the hills, however,
my skills in anatomy and hands are showing through.
Please pick my work, I only strive to improve.
What nonsense this boy speaks! His art is worth nothing.
Compare his forehead to mine, what do you see?
I have lines which show my effort and wisdom, him?
As blank as his mind - you need a real artist
who's art you can hang proudly and not be disgraced!
Look at the canvases alongside and see who is the best!
Excuse me sir, you're not being fair! For you were me once.
My spirit would be lifted, I assure you I am worth-
Come here my good sir, leave this fraud behind.
The So-Called Immortals, Ch. 1The sun rose, and Evelyn Vandergraff died. What a miserable place the desert was.
It was beautiful, of course—especially at dawn, when fire overtook the sky and threatened to turn the whole of the Earth to glass—but it was a grotesque sort of beauty that reminded Evelyn too much of herself. Especially at dawn, when the glass earth beneath her threatened to shatter and swallow her whole.
Nevertheless, the capacious solitude of the desert afforded Evelyn a rare opportunity—dare she say a luxury—and so she left the curtain of her litter open and watched the day begin. Minutes passed, then an hour, and Evelyn indulged herself an ugly smile as the sun baked her pale, frail skin.
A hot breeze blew, heavy with the too-familiar scents of life. The sensation at once snapped Evelyn out of her languor and drove every thought in her mind into a narrow, strangled point. Careful to cover her face with a curtain, she peeked her head out to see a small village approaching on th
Shadow Dance (+audio)Shadow Dance
waves of desire conflate - in a back alley
thrusting against a steel gate - in a back alley
city’s entrails echoing within its bowel;
cats yowl, junkies tempt their fate - in a back alley
muffled steps furtively follow the innocent,
fears come true and permeate - in a back alley
a pandora’s box retaining nightly secrets;
one’s loyalty fluctuate - in a back alley
lovingly dancing with her shadow, a girl waits
for a white thread, a soul mate - in a back alley
-Sophie, February 2013
|POETS AND WRITERS! IF YOU WANT A CRITIQUE THAT'LL BE SEEN BY MY WATCHERS JUST TAKE TIME TO INQUIRE VIA NOTE OR COMMENTING ON ONE OF MY DEVIATIONS! I'LL BE MORE THAN GLAD TO WRITE YOU ONE; TIME PERMITTING.|