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Title: Games
Fandom: FF7
Characters: None yet
Word Count: 646
Note: I got inspiration, but I have no idea if this will turn into a series or just be a one shot. It's about a group of souls.

I want to be the bad guy )
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I I did another little sketch, trying to beat off a bout of the sads. This guy is pretty simple, just linework. I think he's cute though.

Moltov )
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I personally, am very pleased with how the rain affect came out on this particular picture. He's just an original character sketch, let me know what you think, would you?

The art )
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Notes: And it seems I may have had the plot, but it ran in terror from the idea of 'wordcount'.

Friendly hating )
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Note: I didn't expect this part to have plot. But it does. I'm not sure how it did that.

One little girl )
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Note: This is my nano story, and if you get interested just follow the tags to head back. All my headers will be very lacking while I write.

To begin )

Fae

October 22nd, 2006 09:34 pm
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Fae
Note: This is a worksafe little picture that I did while trying to get a better handle on opencanvas. My gods, the hair came out wonderfully. Ignore the black line on top, that was me neglecting to remember I made the canvass a certain size...

Wings! )

Purity

July 30th, 2006 04:19 am
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Purity
Note: I don't think this has a fandom, but I can't be sure. Enjoy.

The constant ebb and flow of rain striking the window was undeniable, the force of nature that a person could never deny even when they tried to turn inwards. A heart would fall in tune with that beat, breaths would deepen and it would be as the womb again, uncontrolled and reliant on the mother spirit as the beat of her heart taught the child how they should breathe while still within her. Each crash on the window was a small hail of water droplets, harmless on their own yet a disaster when drawn together, a catastrophe of natural violence that would rip cities to shreds and leave nothing in the wake.

And still, a person indoors would deny any such thing. The touch of nature was not upon them. Their breath was their own, their thoughts unaffected, their very bodies untouched by the primal forces beyond manmade structures. They were as good as lies, and they weren’t even convincing to those watching. A spirit wouldn’t trust such a creation, such a lie, so why should any one person accept that this was a man unchallenged, and thus undefeated, in the face of such a glorious demand of nature?

There was nothing that would allow such a lie, and nothing that would call down the heavens to punish the arrogance. And that was fine. That was well and good because in the end one would come, one would see, and one would kill, and all those who thought nature was nothing to them, who thought there was no primal forces within them, would die. Those who were anticipating, and knowing of this end, would go on, and those who denied would be trapped in the flux of pain and death in a never-ending spiral of denial.

Cowardice knew no price, no demand, no expectation. It was leaving, unaware and unwilling, and it would not be. When the end came there was no way for cowards to exist, for where would they run? The mother spirit would have them back, should they wish to go or not, and the father would crush them into the willing waifs that would need her guidance. Violence and denial, trust and spirit, unity and destruction. They were all the basis of nothing, the everything, and they would be…

They would be the everything in the end where only the primal would carry on, and it would be like raindrops and a mother’s heartbeat again. It would be a rain that goes unheeding of glass and shatters though to the children in denial, plucking them with their covered ears and silenced eyes, and casting them back into the oblivion of self that they wished they would never have stepped forth from.

There is only so much a spirit should know, and only so much that a being would allow to be swallowed and taken in before being crushed. Rejuvenated, renewed, recreated in an image of that which had come to pass before and was no longer viable. Tearing down the violence, silencing the peace, starving the hungry, and coveting the cruel. There is no good or evil. There is no when or was.

There is nothing, and in that truth, there is everything.

Is that not what you seek?
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Title: Undo
Author: Me
Fandom: Original
Note: I finished chapter one with the prologue, so they'll be posted together.

Prologue

Chapter one
Too slow. )
skeren: (Eternal)
Title: Undo
Author: Me
Fandom: Original
Note: This is a story I have the full outline for in my head, so here's hoping that it actually stays within the confines of that and doesn't grow out of control. Wish me luck.

Prologue
She wasn't fooling anyone )
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::manic grin:: I did art, original art

Her name is Lila and I resized her 4 times so photobucket wouldn't make her into an itty bitty little thumbnail

onto the pretty )

Claest

June 30th, 2005 01:40 am
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Claest
Note: This is the introduction of the Original Character of Doom, who has been with me since I was a small child.... and now wants fic

Claest Elvin )

My Boys

June 19th, 2005 11:48 pm
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This was a sketch I drew ages ago. They're based off a couple people I know, loosely, but I finally got around to posting the sucker

Art bits )

Aiden

May 27th, 2005 03:56 am
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Aiden
Note: A drabble over a random OC I just created

Aiden was one of those calm people that you turn to when you needed to calm down because everything was going wrong in the world. Aiden was, also, very lovely and tended to garner admirers left and right. Aiden wore loose flowing clothes.

Aiden was an assassin.

This meant the calm was from watching light die out from numerous eyes. This meant that Aiden was never concerned because if it came to kill or be killed, the other would die. Aiden was lovely because Aiden was adrodgenous, so that meant that the admirers had cause to bicker over Aiden’s gender. Aiden hid knives and guns in those loose clothes, but nobody ever knew.

Anyone who might have known was dead.
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Over the course of time
By: Skeren Dreamera
Note: This is an ORIGINAL story, meaning the characters are mine, plucked out of my mind for this occasion. Prowler, I hope that this lives up to your request!!
Written for [insanejournal.com profile] horis

He needed a break from his life )

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