I lied. It was ten days ago.

I have not been active lately, at least not with me submitting things. I have a few excuses.

1.) I've been working.
2.) I've been working on an interactive story. - http://www.writing.com/main/interac.....e-Anthro/map/1
3.) I've been working on a group page for that story  FA.MA
4.) I've been working on a book that just got published - http://www.greenivybooks.com/index.php/tap.html and for eBooks - https://www.amazon.com/kindle/dp/B0.....ext_eos_detail
5.) I've been having terrible pain in my teeth and will be attending surgery on them. By the way, if I am not back within a week, I may have had an allergic reaction to the anesthesia.

SO! What does this mean? Aside from being active on the group, I will try and be more active here. I have been very uninspired to draw for the past few months. One way I an get rid of this is for you, yes you, to give me something to draw.

Until next time, peace.

I'm alive.

She wandered there listening to an unborn lullaby
as the silent song of misery too pitched high to be heard cried.
Was this the fate chosen or forced? she pondered inside
Is destiny a lie, a word made by man?
To motivate or to smile?

She picked her hair back, the song has yet to soothe;
it slowly churned to a mad man’s hymn.
As slick and sleek as the devils voice
as strong and black as the serpents heart
as twisted and knotted as the foul angel's soul

She wandered there listening to an unborn lullaby
in a cavernous sanctuary where time slowed tenfold.
Kindred spirits frail and broken lie within
the carcass of a fowl who's destiny is no less
and none the more there.

She was broken and tied
she eroded, shriveled,
scarred not on body but mind and soul,
a true wound you cannot heal.
She was a bearer of life now living and lifeless

She heard the shepherd grow close.
she dragged her hollow
she clenched her belly and in a tear
"Father, I have sinned."

"Fear not dear child, for the flock shan't know.
An action as ugly as sin needs as little healing as telling
but guidance to kindle the fire once there."
And with it, she found hope.

She placed her hand upon her gut,
And with a shook of the shepherds head
“Every action has a consequence, every consequence affects the soul.
But sins, while not forgotten, shall be forgiven.
Your sin was no less than free will.”

She sat down, listening to an unborn lullaby
as a shepherd hath failed to guide her, but rather her child.
Time can mend the bloody wounds of bone but not the carvings of bark
And this one engraved itself in the heart and womb. And with it she must live on.



Oh right, the printer. Uhm, it refuses to connect to WiFi, and there is no cord to connect to individual computers.

So for the past two years I've been working on a story about my characters. Then for the past year I went to work on a novel about my characters. I'm not going to beat around the bush because you've already guessed it, I have a publishing deal. Not only that, they liked my book so much, I got a discount on any fees I have to pay. My gawd. I'm so excited I don't know what to say.

It's a shame I have so few people to tell T.T but for those who have been with me and supportive, you know who you are, thank you so much!

I Gots me some artsies. Just some refs for characters from a story that's been sitting about.

[Edit] AAAAAAND it's over. It's safe now, you can come out of your home. call you family, they miss you and want to know you're safe.

Got asked to do it by  Speedoshire
Thanks, buddy. Bound to happen sometime! Comment and I will:
1. Tell you what animal/creature you remind me of.
2. Tell you what color I think fits you.
3. Tell you how I feel about you.
4. Insult you. (I don't mean the insult mind you)
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. Think of a random nickname for you.
9. Tell you what element you remind me of.
10. Ask you to put this in your journal without using the words 'tag' or 'dare'. Except I won't. Because I love you.

I will be doing daily doodles until the last day of April. Or I plan to. But I need ideas and characters! I will be doing EVERYONE'S character if they post a reference in the comments below. I might even do the same character twice, or another character from the same account. There are more days in a month than I do in watchers, so I'm going to run out of ideas without your help. If I run out of ideas, it's vore time. And some of you might not be interested in that. I know I am. But some of you might not.

Just post your refs, and give ideas, whatever, whenever, just make sure it's SFW. I still have some morals. At this point it's the equivalence of a serial killer going to church, but still: morals. No one is bumping uglies. Other than that, I assure you, it's my pleasure.

Did you miss me? I haven't! If you've been wondering where I've went, I was reading and writing. You might be saying 'Reading? Who even does that?' and I would have to hide my ten whole novels I've read this one year alone. Ten whole novels? That's ten times the amount of books I've read last year. I know, doesn't matter. But trust me, this is just as fun as videogames if you pick the right genres.

I've also been on an art hiatus. We've all been on one of those. I want mine to stop, but nothing I draw makes me happy. I don't think I'll finish that comic either.

Anywho, I'll be uploading art tomorrow, implying I don't work. Did I mention that? Oh yeah, I got a temporary job. That's another reason. If i do have work, then I'll dump more on you the next day.

I haven't been drawing a lot and feel as if I have been losing my touch. I'm willing to trade or take requests if that sounds fun. I NEED the practice and motivation. And that's all there is to it folks! I'll try to be more active.

Holy tits! You clicked on it, even when the title explained everything. Really? I mean, I know this is the second time I pulled this stunt, but wow. You're still reading this too! Comment 'I'm a rabbid bear muncher' and I'll give you free art when I return, you sexy you.

Sorry if I haven't been uploading much lately. I've been trying to open a PayPal so I can commish art from peeps, and that turned into a terrible mess I'm still cleaning up. I've also lost a lot of motivation to draw, but it will come back sooner or later; it always does. I've finished a few pages of It Was the Maid at least! You can expect those as soon as someone reminds me of them.

So how was your day?

I didn't think you'd click on the journal. Huh. Title says it all.

You're still here.

Hello my baby! Hello my honey! Hello my prime time gal! Baby you look so 'wow'!~ I'll show myself out.

Yep, I'm a masochist. I'm doing this in celebration of getting ten whole watchers, which is ten more watchers I ever thought I'd get. You people make me want to work harder. Thanks. This is also my punishment for being so inactive with submissions. Rules are as followed:
one per person
tell me a pose
give me a ref
might be sketches or line art, dunno, I might even color it
You'll get it by December
It's free art so quality isn't in the list you are allowed to complain about, but I will give it my best
Must be SFW. Random people look at my drawing when I'm at places with or without my permission, I don't want them discovering an inner demon.
Tell me if you want them to wear something, or want them naked (and covered by fur, and scale)
If you want something in the background, tell me. Or else you might just be in purgatory like the rest of my drawings.

So yeah, have a good day and may Rasputin, the Dark Lord of Gumdrops and Fairy dust, light your path.

Happy birthday to me!

This is my birthday song/ it isn't very long/ The end.
This is the second verse/ it's shorter than the fir...
This is the third attempt/ It doesn't even rhyme!
This is my fourth try/ maybe you're satisfied/ I'm not

Oh well, I got cheese cake, sung to by a significant other and a plethora of colored pencils that have double the amount of colors I can use. Not that I know how to use them to great effect, but I have them. What else? Doesn't matter. All I asked for was for some batteries for my mouse. That didn't happen, but I'm a guy who counts his blessings one by one. I'm quite apathetic about my birthday, I hope I'm the only one.

Scoreboard:
McGee - 19
Death - 0

Let me tell you all a story of the time I was in Junior High. There was a teacher, a popular one for unpopular means: Mr. Selland. I never had him as a real teacher, only a substitute a few times, not few enough. Here's how the story goes from before the last time I met him.

I just got back from getting dressed from P.E. class and school was out. I walked by his daughter, who was feeding the schools stray cats, aiming to retrieve my backpack. As I put the bag on I see him walking down the hall: 6' 1" man with white hair, but only thirty something with a nasty look on his face.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Getting my stuff" I replied.
"What are you doing here?" he asked again, frustrated with my answer.
"Getting my stuff" I replied uncomfortably.
This repeated for what felt like long minutes consisting of many seconds, until he turned to his daughter. "What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Feeding the cats." she answered hesitantly. Mr. Selland nodded and turned to me. "What are you doing here?"
"Getting my stuff." I replied, tilting my head forward, slightly frustrated.
"You aren't allowed back here." He snapped in a forced polite tone.
"Mrs. Woodard said I can be back here." I shrugged.
"I am a teacher." He said pointing to himself, careful to articulate every word.
"And she is the superintendent." I pointed towards the office, mocking his tone of voice which I have had enough of. My brother arrived and told me it was time to go. The teacher warned me that if I left I'd get detention. With a single reply, "I'll take my chances." I was off.

The next time I see him, he was substituting my class. He paired me up with the peopled who never did any work, I didn't mind, I never did any work either. This time though, I did do work, and was the only one to do so. He came to my table, "Where's your work?" he asked.
"Right here." I answered, showing him my booklet.
"Where's their work?" he asked, gesturing to the people beside me.
"They didn't do it. They never do it."
"Okay, well, give your book to them so they can copy off answers- actually just trade books with them." He crossed his arms.
"Or maybe," I persuade, "I sit between them, continue my work as they copy answers."
"Give them your book." his voice showed no signs of compromise. I comply. I sigh as I hand the book over to the person sitting next to me. "Was that so hard?" He continued, "Now next time don't argue with me or else you'll just lose again." before turning around and walking away he said "And you're lucky we never meet each other outside of school."
The person beside me, the one I gave my book to, did the "OOOOOOH" when someone gets burnt. The whole class was watching. They heard what he said. I was a 13 year old male, I wasn't going to take this crap sitting down. I raised my voice "Maybe I lost because I refuse to argue with children." The entire class did the same uproar as the kid next to me. It only lasted a few seconds long.
The look on the teachers face as he turned around was indescribable other than pure rage. His veins popped out of his neck, his teeth bared. The noise out of his mouth was near deafening. "Go to the office right now!" The class sat in silence, never seeing a teacher snap like this. I was in shock almost, I stood up with a smirk and walked out of the door.

As I enter the principle's office, I find out he tried to get me suspended. Mrs. Woodard hung up the phone and shook her head, uttering the teachers name in a disappointing tone. "Oh Mr. Selland." I've always been the good-two-shows teachers pet, great way to get teachers to protect you.

Later that night, I sent a Facebook message to him, describing the details of how it felt kissing his daughter, as the entire classroom snitched on him. "And you're lucky we don't meet each other outside of school." That was a threat, an entire freaking class snitched on him. Parents were calling the school nearly asking for his head on a pike. He was fired before midnight. I slept so peacefully.

As time went on I got answers. He didn't like my brother, and he thought I was no different. Now his daughter ran away from him, wife getting a divorce and he isn't allowed near schools anymore. I sit now wondering how things could have been different. I look back and see how arrogant the both of us were. I still don't have answers to all of my questions. Where is my friend, his daughter? What would have happened is we met outside of school? What would happen if I met him now?

All I know is, it's over. And damn, it felt so good seeing him rage. That was the first time I realized life is only as good as you make it. Life is afraid of being your bitch. Never stopped me.

Tune in next time for a less thrilling story of how I went to a continuation school for one year, and how it was the second most kind of interesting year of my life so far.

So one year ago two days ago was my first year since i started drawing. If i learnt anything, stay the hell away from microsoft paint. Luckily I have a lot more to learn. Uploaded my first two friends. Geeaness (the orange one) and Solace (The blue one). I still have to show you: Kabol, Shieki, myself and many a few others. So hang in there. I'll keep the older uploads up there for a friendly reminder to never use paint again.

I am NOT using paint anymore, or any digital art for the time being. I got access to a scanner where I can upload my much less terrible 'art', and show you some actual characters. ^^

Hello, I'm new here.
Few thing i guess you can know about me.

1. 4 months of art experience as of yet.
2. I do not have any kind of program that I can draw on other then paint, and I do not have a notepad, or whatever, I can use to draw on paint with. I use the mouse T.T.
3. referring to #1 in all those 4 months I have no experience using any digital drawing, not even paint. Just doodling and apparently "got better"
4. I'm really bad. At a lot of things. And I know I'm really bad. Which is great, means I can get better.
5. Criticism is helpful.

Need i say more? Then ask.

If you ask for a request something is wrong with you...