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For my new signature that I am using.

That you design happen to be horribly similar to mine. Seriously, the same colour, the same brindles shape and placement (except your doesn't have as much brindling in back parts), the same muzzle coloration and even the same mark on thie front leg&hoof. you did the same as HGL once did - stole my design and just changed a few thing in it.
Sorry, I don't think it's concidence...
I didn't give you any permissions to use my design. Why didn't you just ask?


[comment about stole design I was trying to repost]

Oh and about the two cherries. They're both male, but Amond's a little older so probably a hair bigger. That probably doesn't matter for such small icons, but Amond's an adult when he meets Anthem, so the spots and fin tip should be the more rust colored brown instead of the yellow-brown.


(For an avie commish that came out PERFECT.)

http://www.sendspace.com/file/7wti1v

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One of my parts for a collaboration on youtube.

[some new avatars I made]

@Troll: Omg, I love that Gin one<333

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OOC: Alrightie, sounds fine to me!

Eyes the color of ice blinked hurriedly, as their owner looked back and forth for signs of pursuit. Pale blond hair whipped across his forehead, getting in the vampire's way and irritating him mildly. The male's name was Ashton, a teenager whose experience lay well beyond his appearance. His age was much higher than the one he had been stopped at but none of that had managed to amount to anything as of recent events... he had been captured. Brutally captured, by humans of all things. He didn't know how, but they figured it out. They had somehow learned of the supernatural world, and now everyone knew his weaknesses. But vampires weren't the humans' only problem, and frankly, Ashton was dumbstruck as to how the humans had managed to capture so many supernatural beings and keep them all here, in a place he liked to consider punishment. Punishment for all the blood he had once shed and would undoubtedly shed in the future. But that was a secondary concern now. Right now, his primary goal was escape.

No one had ever gotten away from this horrific place. Ashton had seen hundreds go through those gates - he himself had been one of them, having been restrained by as least fifteen guards at any given time before his final arrival. He had seen tens more just vanish, as if their lives had ended at the humans' hands without notice. No one ever knew what happened to them. Just that they were gone. And it wasn't hard to deduce from there. Ashton, as a matter of fact - being the cynical that he usually was - was also surprised by the humans' so called "generosity" or what he had come to call it, fear. After all, if they knew how to kill supernatural creatures, why wouldn't they just kill each one they could get their hands on? It was a strange fact, but the determination that drove Ashton to eventually mount this daring plan was what kept him going. He was never going to die by a human hand. No. If he was going to ever die, it would be pridefully and by his own terms. Never by anyone else's. Humans had taken everything from him. Vampires had done the same. Werewolves? Well, that was a sticky situation.

As Ashton raced to the entrances gates, usually so heavily fortified and guarded that it was immediate suicide to get within ten feet of them, he turned back to check if his accomplice was following him. A werewolf. Yes, the unthinkable had occurred. A vampire had made a truce - a bit of a rocky one, but a truce nonetheless - with a child of the moon. And it was Ashton, of all vampires. He even hated his own kind at times, and he had no remorse when it came to killing others. Or so he preferred others to believe, anyhow. He had met this werewolf only a few months ago. The younger teen's name was Zac. Zac Chase, as he had introduced himself. Ashton had nearly killed him on a number of occasions, as the eighteen year old tended to get on every one of his last nerves. Indeed, their personalities were so polar opposite, Ashton was surprised they ever managed to have a civilized conversation at all. But... then again, he had always been stopped and then dragged into 'solitary' whenever he got riled up, so he wouldn't have ever been able to kill the mutt anyway.

Zac was practically running on adrenaline alone. His pitch black hair kept sweeping across his vision as he ran faster than he ever had before. His dark blue eyes searched desperately for the vampire he had made a bargain with weeks ago. The vampire who had been devising a plan of escape ever since his arrival here. But he couldn't do it alone. Mind you, it had been seemingly impossible to convince him that Zac could help. But in the end he did it, and here they were, running for their lives and finally reaching the gate. Though Zac preferred to joke around about situations he found particularly fearful or too wrought with tension, this was one occasion he had to let that habit die for just a bit.

"Alright, Fido. You know what to do, correct?" asked Ashton in a quickened voice.
Zac nodded, used to the nickname Ashton had given him by now. For some reason, the dude never really liked calling him by his actual name. The two jumped onto the fence with rapid intensity, crying out in pain as they touched the silver gates. Everyday, these gates were regularly scrubbed with vervain solution - a herb that was practically poisonous to a vampire. Or perhaps even worse than poison. It burned Ashton as he climbed the petrifying gates, just as the silver compounds burned Zac. The latter individual - after only five minutes of climbing - was so much in pain that he wanted to give up and let go. As soon as he released a hand, however, Ashton grabbed it, hauling him up. "Remember the deal, mutt! We're both making it out of here, even if we have to drag each other over this gate." Zac nodded fiercely, somehow finding the strength to hold on of his own accord again.

Alarms were resounding throughout the place, piercing both supernatural creatures' ears with a vengeance. Braving through it, Zac and Ashton were almost to the top before the onslaught of humans arrived to try and shoot them down with wooden and silver bullets. One of the wooden bullets pierced Ashton's shoulder, causing him to nearly lose his grip. He hissed in agony before Zac managed to steady him and help him over. Though both the vampire and the werewolf were severely weak from lack of food and chemicals meant to sap their strength from them (namely tiny amounts of vervain and silver), somehow they did it. They actually did it! Ashton grinned, his fangs protruding from his lips in a savage smile. "Hey, Fido..." he said through his suddenly gained euphoria, as they leaped down the wall and onto the other side. "We're free..." he said through gasps of air, trying to ignore the searing pain in his shoulder.

Zac put the vampire's arm around his shoulders to help him walk, and though Ashton flinched away at first, he did finally let Zac do it. "Hell yeah!" he said, brightening his expression as well. The two ran as fast as they could, all things considered. Knowing every mile they put between them and that wretched place was worth it, but also knowing that they were being pursued. No one ever got away. What would the humans do now that two of them had?

OOC: Dear lord, I'm so so so sorry about the length of this. I don't think I've ever written such a long RP post in my life! xDD

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An extremely long RP post I made recently ._.
I copied it periodically because I know I would have been PISSED BEYOND BELIEF if my computer failed on me and exited the page somehow. xDD

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UDxpDX-s ... 471FD4F040

I actually don't know what this is xD I'm actually a bit worried LOL

EDIT: It's Okami music I pasted into my YouTube music downloader. That's okay then. xD Everyone should go listen to Okami music. Like right now.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWbXQQG9B6c

Coolest song.

http://i727.photobucket.com/albums/ww27 ... 1efc54.png


[Yeeeeeeeeeeeee <3]

“Perhaps you and your guardians may have forgotten, but I was only ever beaten for the moment,” the figure continued. As he stepped out into the moonlight, Jack’s horrible suspicions were confirmed. There stood Pitch, glowering in the darkness with an expression of pure and unrivaled smugness.

Shaking his head profusely, Jack finally managed to get over his initial shock. The bit of fear which still remained in his heart, he tried his best to bury. “We never expected you to come back. It’s true we can’t really be killed, but we didn’t think even you would try striking out a third time.”

Pitch laughed heartily, clearly amused by the winter spirit’s attempts at standing strong. “Oh, Jack… you have so much to learn.” A pause ensued as the darker figure looked up at the moon; surely the man on the moon was watching, though they both knew there was no chance for intervention – or at least directly. Sandy hadn’t seen Jack go down. He wasn’t sure whether he had even noticed before getting to North’s place. Though surely they’d know something was up if anything happened, right? Jack could only hope…

Before the young guardian could continue his train of thought, Pitch’s voice came creeping into the air once more. It was a calculating voice, lush with the sound of unknown triumph, as if the Boogeyman knew full well a secret which he never intended to share. Something that could turn the tide in his favor, and something that made him truly believe that he had never lost in the first place.

“You may be right in terms of our ability to avoid death, but do you know why that is?”

Jack’s eyebrows furrowed, knowing the answer but refusing to say it. He looked away from the darker figure, not meeting his eyes.

“You do, don’t you?” continued Pitch mercilessly, though not harshly. He delved further into his own monologue, as if his voice were a crawling mist. A subtle wind which carried with it a sense of cold and irrational worry. An oncoming storm. “We cannot be killed… because we have already died. We are but ghosts if not for the children’s beliefs. And though I am invisible once more, there still remains that ever-present question.” The smirk on his face was anything but invisible now, and Jack still refused to meet Pitch’s eyes, unsure of why he wasn’t fighting back but not liking where this conversation was going even without his input.

“I’m sure you remember clearly the disappearance of the Sandman. Would I be correct?” When Jack looked back at those deadly golden eyes, his face contorted into one of anger and irritability. “That’s the point, Pitch. You can’t ever win. We’ll always be there to stop you, no matter what ‘genius’ plans you may think you have. Fear never conquers. How can I be the one who has so much to learn, when you can’t even take so much as a hint?”

Though that last comment caused a pinch of a break in Pitch’s composure, soon enough he had his annoyed emotions under control. He forced a smile instead, and he faked it very well. “Oh, but I can Jack… Because I’ve got a secret to tell you. Would you like to know what it is?” When Jack didn’t verbally answer, Pitch finally whispered in the dead silence, “The word is not to kill; the word is to snuff out.”

Jack’s eyes widened harshly, as his whole body immediately and in spite of himself snapped towards the Boogeyman’s smug figure. “Wha- What did you just say?” he nearly gasped out.

Pitch seemed calm, yet that smirk never left his face. It was annoying Jack to no end. “Perhaps I cannot kill you or your guardians, for we are all technically dead besides. But just as we can become invisible like the spirit of a ghost, so can we be snuffed out and expelled from existence, like the spirit of a ghost.” Continuing even though Pitch so enjoyed the look of pure and unbridled shock on Jack’s face, he finished spitefully, “We’re all just ghosts, Jack. And a ghost can be removed from this realm.” A pause, and then, “The only difference between a ghost and a guardian, is that a guardian is harder to make extinct. But I shall see to it that this contrast is liberated.”

Jack’s shock still held in place, though he managed to turn most of it towards his frustrations towards Pitch. “I said it once and I’ll say it again. You can’t win, Pitch. The kids don’t fear you anymore. You’re more of a ‘ghost’ than any of us, and that means you’re weak. How can you possibly hope to even put up a fight if you have no real plans?”

“Oh, but I do Jack,” replied Pitch, practically unmoved by the winter spirit’s comments. He seemed way too calm for Jack’s liking, and soon that suspicion became apparent in importance, as the embodiment of fear itself finished off his end of the conversation. “You see… my plan, well… My plan is you, Jack.”

Jack barely had time to make a quick expression of confusion before an overwhelming and searing pain crept into his system. It was as if his entire body was burning, and though the young guardian could handle cold temperatures, fire was never something he had been fond of. Because it was the exact opposite of his nature.

He fell to his knees on the cold snow below, and though for a moment he craved the icy chill of it, the feeling subsided and his blood continued to burn. Pitch was just in front of him, laughing victoriously as he held both his hands out and extended. The air itself seemed to leak dark substances, as a black mist circled around Pitch’s palms and found its way towards Jack’s figure. The mist seeped through his skin, tainting his blood and marring his bones. His icy blue eyes started to lighten, making them appear colder than they really were. The light escaped them, too, as instead of the happiness he usually held, a sense of darkness overcame Jack’s features. His jacket’s colors seemed to leak as well, the ice that covered it all too often contrasting greatly with the blackness that engulfed the fabric. Even Jack’s staff creaked, as if it was protesting against the darkness that threatened to destroy it if it did not comply.

And then there was Jack himself, who was nearly yelling in agony. He couldn’t do anything but. All he could do was lay on the snow as his entire being changed. And a horrifying amount of time passed before his breaths became less frequent, and his screams eventually died. Pitch kneeled down beside him, grinning all the while, as the last of the black mist finally disappeared into Jack’s system. “You see, you can never truly escape the darkness. Everyone holds fear close to their hearts, and though they keep it hidden from the eyes of others, it’s still there. And that’s where I draw my strength from. And that’s why I shall always, inevitably, win. All it takes to awaken the darkness, Jack, is a little bit of influence…”

He cackled darkly, the confidence in the sound too pertinent not to catch. Pitch finally looked at the moon once more, as if daring it to try and defeat him. “I asked you a while ago whether your guardians were ready, and it seems – at the moment – they were. But what shall you do now? I’m in control; Jack’s darkness shall consume him, and I’ll use every last ounce of it to destroy everything you and your guardians hold precious. The world shall know fear. Or fear shall tear it apart.”

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Second chapter (hopefully) of my RotG fanfic.

http://www.animationsource.org/lion_king/en/chat/
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[ oh wow that's still copied? Lol i really need to look through this search sometime 8| ]