|I'm mostly a writer. I love to write about things, ideas I have and things I like. It is in this way my characters are born, from the depths of my mind and personality. I also like taking photographs of misc things. Sometimes they turn out well while other times they don't. I am not a professional at any of this, just a teen dabbling in things that catch my interest.|
Crickets: Soft Songs in the NightThe woman laid in the freshly cut grass outside her shared apartment. The sun had long since set and the heat from the day was finally dissipating into a cool night breeze. She heard the familiar sound of a vehicle pulling up, the headlights flashing on the wall just in her line of sight briefly. She propped her body up on her elbows and watched as a man, the one she knew so well, climbed out of the car and greeted her.Crickets: Soft Songs in the Night by Kaiyoko-chan
"What are you doing out so late?" He asked as he sat next to the woman. She held up a finger for silence, and he listened for a moment. She smiled and pointed in the general direction of where the light chirping was coming from.
"That is why I'm out here. I love that sound, it reminds me of summer when I was growing up." She then laid back down in the grass, letting her eyes roam over the sky in search of any constellations she might recognize, the sound of crickets chirping filling the night.
Collide: Fears RealizedThe woman gently pressed the gas, all to aware of the slick snow covered road below the tires. Her mind was on a list of things she wanted to get from the store. That was the last thought in her mind before her vehicle jerked, the window on the passenger side shattering and the sound of crumpling metal filling the air.Collide: Fears Realized by Kaiyoko-chan
The man sat in the warmth of the house, checking the time on a clock hanging over the television. He was beginning to worry, the woman had been gone for a long time, and he had started to hear sirens. He looked at the phone, silently contemplating if he should try calling her. Suddenly the phone rang and he picked it up. He listened to the person on the other end, freezing at what he was being told.
After he hung up, he sat on the couch, staring out of the window with a somewhat blank look on his face. There was a collision at the red light not even two miles from their home.
How long have you been on DeviantArt? --On this account, I've been on here since Sept 25, 2009. So not all that long honestly, six years.
What does your username mean? --It was actually the name of a character I created at the time, I don't think it had meaning other than that honestly.
Describe yourself in three words. --Forgetful, weird, worrisome
Are you left or right handed? --I am right handed, but I can write somewhat with my left hand.
What is your favourite type of art to create? --I typically draw traditionally in an anime style, I guess that answers the question.
If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be? --Realism honestly.
What type of art do you tend to favourite the most? --Really it depends on what catches my attention.
Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist? --Humon or Moni158
If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be? --I don't know, there are so many people I would like to meet.
How has a fellow deviant impacted your life? --In small ways, yes.
What are your preferred tools to create art? --I like to use a wooden pencil, any smooth writing pen I have for inking, then GIMP 2 for any digital art I do.
What is the most inspirational place for you to create art? --School actually. My mind would wander and I would get ideas to draw from that.
What is your favourite DeviantArt memory? --I guess when there was a group of us playing around like we were in Hogwarts. That was fun.
I am a gamer, an author, a person, and a student. I play games, may not be too good at them, but I play them. Same goes for writing and drawing. I can be hyper and I can be calm. I'm off topic, so I will leave this now.|
"Am I hurting? Am I sad? Should I stay, or should I go?
I've forgotten how to tell. Did I ever even know?
Can I take another step? I've done everything I can
All the people that I see I will never understand
If I find a way to change, if I step into the light
Then I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to white" ~Bad Apple Eng Ver- Ashe and Rockleetist
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