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CONTEST TIME! WIN POINTS AND ART! CLOSEDEDIT: IF THIS CONTEST GET 35 ENTRIES OR MORE I WILL PUT MORE POINTS IN THE PRIZES!!! 8D
I promise to do a contest by the 100 watchers, so let's go!!
Fave this journal optative but I will love you if so it ;u;
You can do all the entries you want.
All the style aceppted!
Comment here with your entry.
The picture must be colored.
the only thing you have to do is to draw one, a couple, groups or all you want of my OCs!
I will valorate the technique, quality, color, background or transparent BGs, but you can let it without background , etc...
You can find all my Ocs in my gallery folder OCs: http://escarlattanotales.deviantart.com/gallery/39838371
Also you can see some references and sketchs in my Scrapbook : http://escarlattanotales.deviantart.com/gallery/?catpath=scraps
DEADLINE 31 January subject to change At least 15 entries to end it.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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