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Design Contest WIN 4000 POINTS, 20$ AND MORE!

by *Taravia, 10 hours, 20 minutes ago
Journals / Personal

I've wanted to hold a design contest for a long time now, and finally I've gathered enough points to do it

Go here to browse entries: [link]

What I'm looking for:
Everything! Wolves, foxes, fennec foxes, ferrets, servals, bobcats, tigers, other big cats, small cats, deers, dragons, gryphons, dogs, birds, hybrids, original species.. bring it!

I'm leaving the details to your imagination, but here are some things I really like:
-White base color with black and red markings<33 (mostly on canines)
-Cute and fluffy things! No need to go all big eyes and oversized heads, but animals with fur. Creepy and slimy things just aren't my thing.. Still don't be afraid to make something dark/evil
-Anything tribal
-Native american stuff
-Feathers!
-Tawny, golden, brown, white, red, blue, cyan, gray, black (well, not all combined)
-I like more natural base colors, but with smaller markings in unnatural colors like blue or red
-Long tails, big/long ears, long bodies, short bodies, small paws, (be creative with the anatomy. I like pretty much everything, just make something special!)
-Accessories like jewels, bows, companions, swords, knives, scarfs, armors, anything!
-I like detailed and semi-detailed designs, but also more simple ones so I can animate them

Keep in mind that it doesn't have to be that complicated (I must be able to draw it), but each character needs something that makes it special! Just a rare pattern or a small marking in the face e.t.c

Here's a list of what I don't want:
-Scene or sparkle-dogs (I allow hair/ hair-tufts, just no scene-stuff)
-Humans or anthro
-Anything sexual
-Characters with 2 or less different colors (C'mon guys!)

Prizes:
1st place:
4000

$20 USD (PayPal)
2 full body drawing by me (transparent bg)
1 custom design by me
1 chibi by me
1 animated portrait my me (with complete bg)
A lama and a watch from me

2nd place:
1700

$8 USD (PayPal)
1 full body drawing by me (transparent bg)
1 custom design by me
1 chibi by me
A lama and a watch from me

3rd place
700

$5 USD (PayPal)
1 full body drawing by me (transparent bg)
1 chibi by me
A lama and a watch from me

4th places
(These are only if there are other designs I really like. There might be more than one of them)
200

1 full body drawing by me (transparent bg)
A lama and a watch from me

I'll add more prizes (Points, cash and art) later. I'd really appreciate it if you want to donate prizes (please send me a note) <3

Rules:
-You can make as many entries as you wish (but please spend some time on each design)
-1 character each picture please!
-Please link back to this contest in the description of your entry
-Send me a note with the link to your entry or comment on this journal
-You can enter older characters of yours
-If you don't win anything you can do whatever you want with the character
-All the art must be yours
-I want original characters so the lineart must only be used for this contest (anatomy makes half the character!)
-You don't have to make a ref sheet, but I'd really appreciate it
-You may give it a name and a gender but if it wins I can change it if I want to c;

If you have any questions please don't be afraid to ask~

End date: 31. August (May be extended)

I'll give 10 free points to the first 10 people who advertises this in a journal e.t.c (5 to the rest), please send me a link!

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OFFICIAL BIG SUMMER POINTS GIVEAWAY JOURNAL!

by =Slambox, 21 hours, 54 minutes ago
Journals / Personal

THIS IS OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT! DO NOT DELETE!

There's no better way to start off the summer than with a few extra points!

Here at E4E, we want to help our members and give back to the community as best we can.
(Check out our artist Feature:[link] )

This is just the first of many contests to come!

Right now, the total prize pot is about 700-800 points, but the more sponsors we get, the more it will grow!

Let's thank our sponsors for making this happen! Be sure to send them some dA love!

donate 40+ points and get a double feature! Here, and on our points account.
Make donations to ~DonateToE4E

Sponsors <3

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Donate! It's really worth it- This is less than half what most other groups charge to get featured in one of their contest journals!

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Prizes!

1st: 200

+ a forever feature on our points account/page+ journal feature(s)
2nd: 150

+ a forever feature on our points account
3rd: 100

+ a 1 month feature on our points account
4th: 100

+ a 1 week subscription to our points account
5th: 100

6th: 100

7th: (Sponsor Needed)
8th: (Sponsor Needed)
9th: (Sponsor Needed)
?th: Journal feature

Some brackets are blank because we need more donations to fill them. I will add more awesome prizes with the more sponsors we get!

Thanks to all who donated!

Winners chosen at random using a random # generator online

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How to enter

1. You must be showing your activity to be entered. (For security reasons)
2. + Fave this journal.
3. Write a journal about this giveaway, and put in a link to this journal.
4. Join and watch #Evrything-4-Evryone (If you haven't already)
This will allow you to stay up to date on the status of this contest and new giveaways.

5: Comment below when done with a link to your journal!

That's it! Follow these steps and you'll be entered! Easy, right?

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Deadlines:

This giveaway will end June 21 at 5:55 Central Time.
Quick Fact: June 21 is actually the first day of summer- so this contest is timed perfectly!

Have fun- and remember, play by the rules or don't play at all:[link]

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R A F F L E ! win free art from mee

Journal Entry: Sat May 25, 2013, 9:46 AM

=Kikish

Helloo loveliess! I have been getting a lot of new watchers recently, and I feel like I should thank you guys somehow. ;v;
This is very simple! I'll be giving out prizes depending on how many people end up participating.

If i get more than 50 participants I will do 2 prizes! And so on.

How to participate:

♥ Fave this journal;
♥ Must be watching me
♥ Waiiit~

Prizes
You can choose between these two:

♥ Animated pixel icon

♥ Chibi

Raffle will end on the 1st of June!

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Mini Giveaway - 500 Points

by =Moomin-Man, 1 hour, 8 minutes ago
Journals / Personal

Ok, here's another small giveaway to keep us all happy whilst the big giveaway is still running!

Bought my first bike 2 weeks ago and I STILL can't think of a name for it!

It's nothing special, but he needs a name!

I'll leave it up to YOU to think of one!

Best 3 names win a prize!

1st place: 300

2nd Place: 150

3rd Place: 50

Rules:

Maximum of 3 names per user.

Must be a male name.

You must comment below with your answer.

Inspiration:

The bike is a 1,000cc BMW K100 1984 cafe racer.

So try and think of a fitting name

This giveaway will finish in 48 hours from time of posting!

Get set, GO!

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Mood: Joy
Watching: Game of thrones
Eating: Sicillian chicken pasta
Drinking: Gin & Tonic

Friday Night Features 100

by `dreamsinstatic, 20 hours, 43 minutes ago
Journals / Culture / Art Features

Year II - Issue XLVIII
Volume C
Special 100th Edition
_{Friday Night Features is a weekly feature designed to showcase
a cross section of the most striking, entertaining and powerful
literature, photography and artwork on deviantART.
Show your support by faving this article and checking out
these amazing pieces.}

In this special edition I have selected 99 deviations for inclusion.
Why not 100, you ask? That's easy - The 100th slot is for you:
Dig through your favorites and comment with the link to
your most absolute favorite favorite on all of deviantART!

The Killing FieldsHalf a world
away, though I linger
here in a field by a
gun-metal tree—

and on the horizon,
a temple of skulls;

though the dead
don't rest easy
as towering pearls.

Onyx DreamsOnyx Dreams

Fluctuations of sound waves vibrate the floor,
While the lights of my room glow brilliantly,
But as time winds down and my energy starts its decline,
My vision gets blurry and listening becomes hearing,
And hearing becomes simple background noise,
While Palaceer Lazaro’s words become filmy intonations
Yet, still creating a motion picture full of abstract images,
In my mind full of words and phrases that do nothing but stay stagnant,
And Slumber begins to wrap her warm hands around my head,
As she sweetly begins to pull me into black depths of rest,
A state of unconsciousness that will take me on a journey,
Through the grey abyss we call the center of our nervous system,
And once I fall into the pit of nothingness, the pit of onyx, for those few hours,
I will transform into an atramentous being with aphotic wings,
Because “black is free……..”

precious momentsi used to play checkers
with the grandfather clock
at the local flea market.
i visited him every day,
noon thirty.
somehow, he would still be there,
week after week,
standing regally near a
lamp missing its shade.
grandfather clock was a quiet fellow,
choosing to say something
only at two fifty three, and only
every other day.
the ugly baby with the owl eyes
couldn't keep quiet,
rambling on and on about
how it used to live
with someone who played
the banjo (at least,
that's what i think it said.)
in the stand next to grandfather
clock, there sat a statue
of elephants, bronze and rusting,
who preferred to stay silent
unless there happened to b

the weather latelywhen i tilt my glass up,
dregs of iced tea powder
become an orange starscape,
an eclipse wrought with holes;
summer, beautiful and searing.

weight of the worldand suddenly--
it was like the world decided that
it didn't want to carry its burden any longer,
so it shifted the weight
into the hollows of my bones
and told me that
it was my problem now.

White FlowersThe doctor was old
and had thin old braids
for skin, hard
red fingernails. She said,

it's not that you are a bad woman
but more that you cannot leave
things be. She looked sad

and fabulous, liver-spots
and lipstick, teeth
like dull old stars,
like the weeping boys
who used to love me
and steal my dresses. She said

you are not bad,
are you listening?

and I swallowed, turned
the rock in my hands, said

There are these teeth stuck
in the back of my head
that tell me
I am not good,

I am not good
at all, get 'em out,

and we cried,
thinking about
their white-flower
saliva trickling

into my hair.

TemponautSundays: no one's butterflies are
going to affect the wavelength
of the sun magnifying ants
(nothing will happen anyway).

Rewind, the air wrinkles into
sundays: no one's butterflies are
stuck on weeping quicklime (not yet)
that doesn't hesitate; floor it.

High-pitched tires are slashed by the
hissing water, parked sometime on
sundays: no one's butterflies are
run over by broken sunshine.

One last time to make this right, keep
blinking back - stop flapping its wings
'fore they reek like pelting rain from
sundays: no one's butterflies are...

feelingfunnycatfish in a fish farm
staring at the sky
to dream about the sea

See People say that losing their sight is the most frightening experience a soul could endure, forever wandering in the dark, unable to see the soft smile of their mother and blind to the affectionate gaze of a lover."I am alone," they would say, "All alone in my misery." Then, their mothers will draw them into their gentle, tender embrace and their lovers will drip words of golden honey into their ears.... and all would be well. Different, but well.

I lived in that deep void, not left alone for two consecutive moments since the day I was born. There were always people around me-- my parents, my sister, Bea.... the comforting presence of quie

Freezer“…Hell? I guess you could say that.”
The man coughed again. At least, I think he’s a man. I can only see the light from his cigarette.
I expected to be anywhere but here. What “here” is I don’t even know, but I don’t think it really matters. All I know is that it’s dark. And damn cold.
“God, how cold is this place, twenty degrees or something?” I asked. I might as well make conversation with the man, it’s not like we’re going anywhere.
“I would say below that,” said the man. His voice was husky and cracked, the kind of voice a very heavy smoker gets. Go

perfect calmsuffer this,
while you are cutting up my poems,
rearranging lines and repainting the room
where we first met.

is it sad when we can say that yes,
we understand
we're setting fire to the sails of a ship
still miles out at sea,
but this is what it takes to dream these
impossible dreams,
it's times like this where even the stars
can't guide us.

so suffer this and suffer me
when I am in a mood to (feel);
to color in the broken bones
that are all
we can leave each other with.

It Can Be So ElusiveOn the reservation
and all that jazz
I am always hot inside,
a dinosaur in the garden.

But life, like a tunnel
if out at night,
in a whisper
I remember the good things.

Reflections.
Not the machine evangelist.
A gateway
to confidence.

and i'm shivering cold on a well lit stage.there's been silence for a while now

but not in my head
no
at night those words rage
against my eyelids
they flourish and grow into
a carnivorous plant
eat me up
swallow me whole

when your body unites against you
it should be crystal clear that
you either have to change
your venomous, excruciating, catastrophic
ways
or
just go to hell right away

i am still deciding

i probably will be for ever
today i'm indifferent
yesterday i was sure of my victory
over myself, over you
over the world
the day before i had sold my soul
to that good looking iced man
that freezes you with his gaze
till you burn in a cage
that will no

stillyou're gone.

the house still smells like you
and the right side of my bed too.
your pale love marks still litter my neck,
the creases of my hips
and the curve of my shoulder.
there's a ring from your coffee cup
on the counter from yesterday
and a pack of your goddamn cigarettes
on the living room table.

you don't clean up well; never did
always leaving your orange peels
on the damn window sill
and your towel on the chair
in the corner of the room.
i hated that-
but i loved you.

when all's said and done;
after i've liquored down the memories,
i will be the only tangible thing
left to prove you were here at all.

Last Song of the NightYour hands
upon my
waist
Pulling me
closer to
your
Chest, my
arms around
your
Neck, swaying
to and
fro
To the
80's love
song
You, I
and the
room
Are spinning
almost as
fast
As my
head, and
the
Speakers beat
almost as
loud
As my
heart.

1:28 AMI tell myself that you are young.

So often I forget the sound of
the ocean. The gears of my inner organ
cannot emulate pain. It would
ruin me

but the mechanisms howl for a name.

I couldn't hate you.

The garishness of my drunken
syntax delights upon the vision
of a once loved you.

When I think of you
I think of what we are--

cosmic dust in the universe.

but yes, I understood
as I plunge down into the senseless
reimaginings of a past,
an orifice, a symbol.

Indifference is cruelty.

Some Lovers III died on a cold
day, numbed fingers flexing,
grasping at the last traces of embers
withering in the grate.

I died holding your hand,
the hand I accidentally fractured
when I pushed you  too
harshly near an edge
and you flailed to find
a more elegant way
to fall and then
I heard the scaphoid crack –
but I didn't. I heard the cry
first and the pain came later
but you held my
hand anyway.

I died with my arms
held over my head,
pinned down to the sheets by your solid
mass, fingers entwined
with yours until I
could no longer tell which bones
were my own. I baked
in the aftermath of the dying
heat and fe

AlabamaIt's hard to see God sometimes because we don't "see" Him. He doesn't walk among us as he did with Adam and Eve in the garden. We don't see His face. He doesn't sit down with us to talk as he did with Job. He doesn't present himself among burning bushes and instruct us when we are scared. We don't generally see Him, at least not in the physical sense. Sometimes days, weeks, and months go by without "seeing" Him. When so much time goes by, one can began to lose a little faith. How can we believe in a God we can't see? How can we trust something when we can't see a face, or hear a voice?

This summer, for one week, our church youth took

Sleeping Beautyshe’s in love with a character who
never existed but in the labyrinth of her head:
a patchwork composition of beautiful, lengthy words
she’d heard in her catatonic state; coma living
day in and day out, reliant on the salvation
of a man made of foreign wishing
and imperfection and necessity – an ignorance
of the less than ideal perception of self she’d
come to fear, absention stained romantic to the point
where daydreams were a standard for survival

(real living is for the purposeful of heart,
he loves her in her sleep)

achromiayou used to tell me you loved me,
and amidst all the destruction we
held in our fingertips ( damage and
hopelessness and scars and hell )
i thought that i could believe you,
but the world was so achromatic then.

white_;

white was the colour of you setting
my darkness alight with your love.

white was you when you told me to
stick around, when we spoke of love
like it was a possession we could
keep forever, ( if we could only
remember to polish it once in a while )
when you smiled at me like i was
the universe, when we spent hours
trailing through memory and anecdote.

white was when you sent me letters
and taught me to have faith, it was

just so you know there is a difference between loving someone
and being in love with someone;
but it hurts just as much to lose either one

LongingIt is far too lascivious and cruel,
the way the glint in
your unnerving stare commands me to come hither
yet your lips
keep pulsing with isolated, rigid greetings
like you were pushed to a dare of some sort.
But still, I know better
by the sometimes welling that form at
the corners of your eyes
- which you try your best to hide, and
by your ocean-deep sighs that
your longing goes past your matting lashes
and mascara tinted tears.

It is never easy, hiding
everything I desire inside of little words
like "Hello" and "Goodbye" when
all I really want to do is let it out,
set it free, and
chain myself to your everything
with words I shouldn't spea

crypticyou look like a desolate artist
as you huddle into your
own depth of body

if i walk home in the
night blossomed wind
i hold a key in my fist
because trusting the open air
can't be an easy thing to do

i call upon lilith
i call up hecate
i run home with your power
and i don't get attacked

the owl hoots, i think of their
black inked eyes

if i could pluck leaves
from the highest trees
i'd weave and weave
a noose for you

Lascivious DominationMy voice, an erotic key
Your ear, a deprived passage high
Seduction awaits your mind
In threads of passion, the sage am I

Unaware of my parturition
Your mind gasps in exclamation
My mind, a decanter of pleasure
Your mind, a realm of inviting passion

Your sudorific sighs of climax
Your quivering body of lust
Your sensuous sinuous milky skin
And voluptuous appetite of sexual must

Awe you luscious purging mind
Simplicity upon thy rapid thoughts
Yet without the absents of precious song
Your blood raves hotter …
And your fortune now caught

Lascivious soul
Lascivious voice
Lascivious illusion

sweet and full of gracebreathless but unbound
she swung through the
burning fields
like a scythe
cloaked in soot
smoke clinging to her lungs
like wet leaves
bare feet beating
a staccato
on the cracked earth.
once when she was a child
round face sweet
and full of grace
she stood at the crossroads
crowned in lace
and promised her soul
to heaven.
it only took one voice
one word slipping
from the tongue of
a serpent with human eyes
dark with hate
to condemn her
to unravel
the years of quiet hymns
that hummed in her heart
and the feel of the
straight wooden pews
at her back.
it was not long then
before fingers poised
in her direction suddenly
recalling that one time

Suicides Learning To SpeakIt’s 6 a.m. A girl is beginning the journey back from Oz, anchored to life by the whirr and beep of machines and tubes. Above her emaciated body, nurses pace, write on clipboards, click their heels and purse their lips. She is oblivious. Her mind drifts in freefall, stuck in an eggshell skull wrapped in nasal gastric tubing and an oxygen pipe forced down her throat like a synthetic umbilical cord. Somewhere, neurotransmitters are sewing themselves back into conscious awareness. There is a person lost somewhere in that body. There is a mind overboard in a black sea, sending up a flare. The nurses are afraid that she will stay in there fo

Sloped CeilingsA black galaxy
billows around moon-rock knees;
bird-shaped and lonely,
the constellations twinkle--
stickers on a dark ceiling.

MaroonedI wrote many a letter to you

with my eyes
as they gazed across ageless seas
year after year of
summer goodbyes

with my fingertips
as they stroked blitheful clouds
shape upon shape of
transitory whiles

I wrote many a letter to you

with my breath
that longed to be boreal wind
mile after mile of
pilgrimage to freedom

and my silence
as it merged with the night
ocean upon ocean of
devoted stars

I wrote many a letter to you

but the waves
returned each one to me
tide after tide of
dreams forsaken

©

ornaments I strung them over the lake top on silver garlands
mismatched spider silk hiding in
pockets of sky
& my pair of scissors can't tell me
which is light
which is dark
except that every fate sundrop
is beautiful
& of my own daylight

imperfect architecturedelicate temple
your heart is a chandelier
your brain's a traitor

Sometimes, it's the little things.He always told me I was deep.
An unfiltered distillation of a humanitarian ocean.

He accepted me, gills and all -
He knew that I needed my eccentricities to breathe
under the seascrapers of pollution
that hung over my head.
Or he said he did.

At the end of it all,
he tugged the gills open to expose me;
my innards trailed across the coral reef
as I swam trustingly forward, hoping for the best.
I tried to believe.

I believed him, gills and all -
But eventually, he left me, with holes in my sides
Where he had spooned out my intestines
To tether them to a boulder.
I tried to breath

FragmentedI desired to love with no shame
but your heart breathed sorrows into me,
leaving wreckage of broken souls
disjointed and worn.

My Body, My TombColonizing my spine
little seeds of contempt
infecting insects
of impious intent
shoulders turn, seized
from under my control
strings pull,
on once free limbs now
devoid of free will
within the clutches
of their venomous kiss
I cry, locked inside
this body, now tomb
until mute
from the burdened
burnt by the sting
of this blistered existence
which will soon smother me

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GUYS

Sat May 25, 2013, 4:12 AM

*Smushey

IM IN LOVE

OMG MOON MOON IS LIKE THE BEST WOLF EVER

I LAUGH SO LOUD HAHAHAHA

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PLEASE DO not IGNORE IT (URGENT)

Sat May 25, 2013, 10:30 AM

A good friend of mine

is in need of help through money donations to paypal . She is having a cancerous mole removed from her arm and requires $300 for the procedure. It would help a great deal if anyone would donate even a dollar or help spread the word.
Here is a link to her journal for more information. Thank you for your time.
[link]

WE ARTIST CARE EACH OTHER...AND WE ARE BLESSED WITH UNITY..LOVE YOU ALL..

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Whole work in progress video... YouTube

Journal Entry: Sat May 25, 2013, 6:29 AM

Gallery Prints

^{Work in progress painting video

And I finally uploaded whole video painting progress from my recent painting Hidden Temple (drawing below). I wanted to post it already yesterday but I rendered it like 10 times already and I just couldn't submit it (it rendered more than 8 hours). So now it finally worked (though I still can't see full HD resolution. I recorded screen on 1920x1080px, but for now I can only see 720. I don't know why I hope it'll work later). I drew it 7.5 hours, and video is 6 times faster than actual drawing. So you'll be able to see whole progress in one hour.}

^{And here below is video which I uploaded on our YouTube account Tincek-MarincekART. Like you see it's from drawing above...I drew it flipped like I said under the drawing. It's matte painting and you can see how many layers I use 109 number is still pretty small number for me. I just didn't recorded first 10 minutes, cuz I didn't know if I'll draw it at all. But later I decided to record the progress...

If you can't see the video here then you can check it here. Hahaha...and I renamed layers in 3 different languages. Sorry I renamed them with word which I remembered first. Ignore type errors. Sometimes I write too fast, so I don't correct the name. Enjoy.}

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