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My DeviantART story begins back in 2009. I was in year 10 at High School - aged 16 -and I was Chess Captain. I know that sounds a bit off-topic, but chess is what lead me to discovering this wonderful site. 

Anyhow, it was my involvement in chess that saw me going to regionals with a bunch of my mates also into the whole chess thing. One of these mates was Karshken - or Jack, as I knew him. After winning out the intermediate levels and finding out we were going to State Finals, we headed home. We were a small bus-load of misfits, but we had fun. On the return trip, Jack had pulled out his art book and started scribbling art into it. After finishing one, he asked if I wanted him to draw anything. I requested he draw me as a werewolf, and he did. It was amazing and I've kept that piece ever since. Hold on a sec while I dig it out for you to see.

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Found it!
Untitled by Phantom-Wolf42
I must apologise for the quality of the photograph. My computer isn't currently hooked up to my scanner and I am too lazy to bother doing all that, considering this isn't even my piece of art. 

Anyway, this is Jack's version of me as a werewolf. It is date-stamped with 24th of August 2009, which would be the date that Jack and I became friends, and began talking online about art and much and whatnot. Before too long, Jack linked me to a image that he said inspire him. I shall now find that for you as well.
.shot. by Tyshea
It was this piece that first forced me to make an account with DeviantART. The mature age filter meant I needed an account to see it, and I had to tell them I was over 18. As I said before, I was only 16 at the time. Unfortunately I had to lie, but I was glad I was able to see it, because I quite like this piece.

When it came to my own art, I felt somewhat inferior to everything anyone had ever uploaded. My drawings were stick figures, shocking and without colour or emotion. I was able to recreate other pictures by drawing off of them - not tracing - but more looking at another drawing and drawing it freehand for myself. This was how I started. Although my very first upload was a freehand drawing of an anthropomorphic wolf I named "Dominic the Emo Teen Wolf", it was not a copy. It was a black permanent marker scribble that I had actually been happy with when I finished it.
Dominic the Emo Teen Wolf by Phantom-Wolf42

There were a few other scribbles uploaded before my first copy was done, and they all followed the wolf theme. As my name suggests, I am quite a fan of wolves, despite the fact that there are none whatsoever in Australia. They are wonderful, majestic, fantastic creatures. I was originally "WhiteWolf742" on Skype, but my current name :devPhantom-Wolf42" first made it's appearance when I created this account. The name has now evolved to include memberships all over the place. It is my name of choice, but is often shortened to "Phantom" by gamers, or even people who actually know me personally. DeviantART was the birthplace of this name so many now know me as.

My first freehand copy picture was taken out of an art book I found in my school library. I did almost all the images from it, plus more from others I had found. The first however, is below.
Ma Blue Dragon by Phantom-Wolf42

There isn't much to say about this guy, except that I later adapted him into the digital media and told my brother it was for his birthday.
Steve, The Dragon Revamp by Phantom-Wolf42

About a month later, on September 25th 2009, I came out with what was soon to become my main area of focus. An anthropomorphic red wolf called Martry and his best friend, Tyran the Field Mouse. This duo started out mostly as an accident - I hadn't expected anything to come from the random scribbles and lines I was putting on paper. Tyran's story comes from my inability to draw a mirror or lollypop in Marty's hand, and found that a mouse was easier to draw. Marty and Tyran have grown a lot over the years, and they are now 5 years old in their creation. The first image is how they were in day 2 of creation (day 1 was merely a black outline). The second image is of them 5 years after I began building my artistic skill.

Marty in Colour by Phantom-Wolf42

Marty in Colour REVAMPED by Phantom-Wolf42

Marty and Tyran have different forms. They have a feral form, wild form, devilish form, and they have the times when they like to dress up and play pretend. They have existed in different medias, such as drawings, paintings, lino printing, clay figures, plushies and DeviantART prints. Due to the magnitude of these works, I will thumb them below;
Commission: Marty and Tyran by goikuPatch commission: Marty and Tyran by goikuMarty and Tyran Revisit by Phantom-Wolf42Marty and Tyran - Nintendo 64 by Phantom-Wolf42Marty And Tyran Travel Through Time... by Phantom-Wolf42Commission: Snooze by locoexclaimerTickled Silly REVAMPED by Phantom-Wolf42There Is No Reason by Phantom-Wolf42Marty and Tyran Lino Print #2 by Phantom-Wolf42Marty and Tyran Journal Skin by Phantom-Wolf42Marty and Tyran Mousepad by Phantom-Wolf42Marty and Tyran by AdreannaMarty and Tyran Hoodie by Phantom-Wolf42Marty and Tyran Prize by Phantom-Wolf42
Mug of Marty and Tyran by Phantom-Wolf42Marty and Tyran Magnet Design by Phantom-Wolf42

DeviantART became the breeding ground for my Marty and Tyran universe. Anything and everything Marty and Tyran came here. So much so that I was getting confused with how much stuff there was here that I couldn't keep a track of it, and formed the group Marty-And-Tyran to get it all in one place. I have made requests, commissioned other artists and even participated in a Kris Kringle event a few years ago, where my Kris Kringle created a small clay model of Marty and Tyran, which now sits on my shelf in Pride of Place.

It hasn't all been Marty and Tyran though, there has been a lot of photography in my gallery, from amateur to well... amateur. I'm no professional, but I like to think that sometimes I push out a picture that is quite stunning, such as this one of a leaf covered in droplets of dew. 

Natural Glass 2 by Phantom-Wolf42

I am absolutely in love with this picture (and the others I have like it) and to think, I took this with a camera phone! I had enough images such as this to create a calendar, which I ordered from DeviantART and gave them to family and friends for Christmas one year.

I have also delved more deeply into digital art. I have moved away from traditional art and when I received a graphics tablet from I-am-rennc10 for my 19h birthday, I started spouting out more and more scribbles. I also became a more active fan of Achievement Hunter of Roosterteeth, specifically the Let's Play lads in their Minecraft Let's Plays. I decided I needed more practice in art, and therefore began work on fanart for the boys. I started out drawing one at a time, in their Minecraft skins. Mad King Ryan was first, followed by the rest. I quickly developed a style that I found suited me and my skill as an artist, and before too long I had drawn up the 6 main boys. It's fair to say that Michael Jones' one as Mogar (with the Banjo and Kazooie skinpack) was most popular among deviants.

Rooster Teeth - Achievement Hunter - All For One by Phantom-Wolf42

Drawings, digital art, paintings etc aren't the only kinds of art that I have done/still do occasionally. I am also heavily into writing, so much so that a goal of my life is to write a novel. I have unfortunately not written in a long time as life is a bit complicated at times and I find it harder these days to find stuff to write about. My 16 year old, angsty, angry self had much more to write about. Much of my literature was poetry; there were a bunch of short stories, and failed series. I shall thumb a few of my favourite pieces below, most shall be poetry, but I will highlight a 50 word story I wrote that got quite a bit of attention and hype.

RoadkillLeft for dead on the side of the road,
I find myself wondering
Just how long I'll be here
Before someone chances across me
And believes me to be more than a dead slab of meat
Unfortunately I reek,
Of a thousand rotting corpses,
And no one in this world,
Would dare hazard me a glance,
Because I'm far gone as far as they're concerned
The rain starts falling,
In a dreary slant of a downpour,
Washing from me all hope of salvation,
Pulling me into a stream of sorrow,
Dragging me from my home on the side of the road
The stream of sorrow drags me further along,
Further away from the home I once loved,
Into the outskirts of where I wish not to be,
And all I can think is that I'll be forever alone,
Decomposing slowly in a gruesome mess of blood and guts
I can't even tell you what I am anymore;
My body is disfigured; my face chewed off by crows,
The weather carries away my limbs,
The sun boils my flesh and fades the beige of my bones,
Until you can't even tell that I am road kill.
Fear MeHowl to the moon and tear you to shreds,
Disembody your figure and bite off your head.
Flesh in my teeth and blood on the ground,
Listening for screamers, straining for sound.
Clawing the earth for sign of a meal,
Following your footsteps, hot on your heel,
Lying in wait in the shadows of night,
Never again safe, under shining moon light.
Fear the werewolf
Fear me.
Rawr.
'Murderer'On your tombstone, I'll bleed
'murderer'
My ParanoiaIt's almost as though,
    The very eyes of the universe,
  Follow me where I walk…
It's almost as though
    They watch me,
       Constantly,
   Seeking out my secrets,
             And planning my destruction.
     It's almost as though,
The voices that accompany me,
            Seek only to cause pain,
To torment me,
         And terrify my life.
  It's almost as though,
           Every man for himself,
      Stands on my shoulder,
   Watching me,
           
It's like thisIt's like this;
   I DON'T CARE
So shut up.
Destiny. Fate. ChoiceDestiny was said to have lead you,
   Through life.
Through hell.
       Unto what you had in store.
You weren't eligible to decide your own path,
   It was destiny's choice.
Their choice.
       And you did just what they said.
But does destiny really exist?
   Does it compel you along?
Does it help you along?
       Or do you write your own future?
Fate and destiny are the same thing,
   The same person.
The same governing democracy.
     Where only the two voted.
I don't put my life down to fate,
   I make my decisions.
I make my own choices.
       Does destiny really want me to fail?
Does it want me to succeed?
   You
Night Time Fell  And when night time fell,
                        as did I.

Because I couldn't
    See
Where I was
              Walking.
An Orc In The ShireMan belongs to a heightened
Society,
   A vast array of knowledge,
Bountiful resources,
     Beautiful landscapes.
But beyond the glittering,
Gleaming flora,
   And the wild life of the land,
Lies a deathly man,
     He is Industry.
Industry sits there,
Day in,
   Day out,
Heaving his great lungs,
     The lungs of a smoker.
He sits in the distance,
Hidden,
   And alone,
Puffing his pipe,
     Inhaling, exhaling.
In amongst the fauna,
The flora,
   The beauty,
Of the landscape,
     Industry creates,
And he destroys.
Constantly, for years,
He sits,
   He breathes,
While his servants feed his pipe,
     And flick his switches.
He is the most toxic of all,
I Had It You Got It He Has ItFirst it got my Mum,
And then it got my son.
It then got my husband,
And it had only just begun.
It was passed onto my Uncle,
Who gave it to his friend,
She gave it to her boyfriend Max,
And it was never going to end.
Max gave it to his sister,
Who passed it to her Nan.
She passed it to her landlord Alf,
He took it and then he ran.
Alf passed it to his neighbour,
Who passed it to his dog,
The dog passed it to his feline friend,
Who gave it to the frog.
The frog met a princess,
And passed it on to her.
She passed it to a dying witch,
Who gave it to a sir.
Sir gave it to his kitchen maid,
Who gave it to the Queen,
She passed it to her husband,
And got lost somewhere in between.
The King passed it to his jester,
Who passed it to some guy,
The bloke passed it to a common man,
Who fell to the ground to cry.
The common man gave it to his Mum,
Who gave it to someone bald.
He gave it to his nephew John,
The last to catch the cold.
Bored And Random PoemIt's a purple rhinoceros,
An orange deer.
The cup is empty,
I drank all the beer.
The glass plate shattered,
The rain fell down.
I would have smiled,
But I'm too lazy to frown.
Don't call me Ishmael!
I'll go down with a fight.
Patriotic hallucinations,
Who cares if you're right?
I'm a random poem!
I'm a tree and a maze.
Don't jump on my back,
Sheep eating maise.
Dogs and cats,
A black fish and two dice.
A dodgy red pen,
And a head full of lice.
Go eat a pie,
Suck on a straw.
Elephant shoelaces,
Your doggy wants more!
I'm going to go now,
My attention is thin.
This poem was random,
My truth lies therein.
The Rage Of TrainsThe rage of the train
              Matched the rage in their hearts.
It had started off so well,
     The feelings like that of two school children,
   Fancying each other from a distance,
But as the relationship grew,
                          So did the rage.
Their first kiss had been bliss,
     Their tongues skirting the outskirts of each lip,
   Their eyes closed, imagining the impossible,
But as time was lost,
                          So was the love.
They were a fairytale pair,
     A modern day Romeo in love with his Juliet,
   And th
PedestalYour hair is perfect,
Pristine and gleaming.
Your eyes are gorgeous,
Great blue oceanic orbs.
Your face is beautiful,
Toned skin and rosy cheeks.
Your clothes are designer,
Elegant and unique.
Your shoes are astonishing,
High heeled and glittering.
Your accessories are fabulous,
Antique and accentuating.
Your friends are the same,
Glittered up and beautiful.
Your family is eccentric,
Gorgeous like you.
But,
Your friends are only pigeons,
Wanting to be like you.
And,
Your beauty is an illusion,
Cosmetics and pretty clothes.
Who are you kidding?
You belong on a pedestal.
Fight of the Year2 Teams are playing,
Autumn Vs. Spring.
1st quarter is now,
which team will win?
Flowers,
Blossoms,
New life,
New trends.
The sun,
The sky,
The trust,
New friends.
Spring's got the ball,
Autumn comes in hard.
They need to put in,
The extra few yards.
Evergreen,
Deciduous,
Leaves fall
To the ground.
Reds,
Yellows,
Golds,
And browns.
Two goals to both,
scores are a tie.
Three quarters to go,
All players are high.
Daffodils,
Daisies,
Roses
And thyme.
Lilacs,
Violets,
Come out
At this time.
Spring's in the lead,
Four goals to three,
Half time is here,
Who'll win? Wait 'n' see.
Red,
Yellow,
Gold,
And brown.
Orange
And bronze
Come out
For this round.
Third quarter is fin,
One quarter to go,
The score at this time,
Is six goals to four.
Green,
Purple,
Pink,
White.
Blue,
Red
It's colours
Delight.
The game is won,
Spring came out on top.
They won by two goals,
That isn't a lot.
Upside-Down and BackwardsLate at night in the middle of the day,
A legless old lady walked away.
A blind man saw her and said 'I see'
'You have no legs above the knee'
A deaf man heard what's going on,
and said 'I heard that something's wrong.'
A man without a tongue came by,
And said to them 'Well, my oh my.'
'How awful it is to have no legs,'
'But that person there has go no neck!'
The poor old soul was twelve years old,
He had no neck, or so he was told.
He said 'My throat is rather sore,'
'My Adams apple is quite a bore!'
'Look at that!' The dumb man cried,
'Look at what?' The deaf replied.
'Over there; behind the fence,'
'Is some old man witout a head!'
'Oh my God!' Dumb man said,
As he watched the man turn red.
'I need a rest; my legs are sore,'
Said tha lady who started it all.
'I can't imagine what I'd do.'
Said headless man; 'Not a clue.'
'I can see with my two eyes,'
Blind man said 'I'd rather die'
'I agree, my nose is itchy,'
Headless said 'It's rather bitchy'
A man walks by and says 'How do you do?



I think it's nearing time to pack up my typewriter keyboard and actually do something constructive with my time, so I think I will finish up with this last photograph of some artisan crafts I did for I-am-rennc10 for Christmas in 2011. We had played a lot of Minecraft together, and I thought making him a plush creeper would be thoughtful - not to mention adorable. We named him Pablo, and I got him a small sombrero. The slime was for me, made from leftover material. He too wears a sombrero, but it is properly sized for humans. He was named Bilbo.

Pablo the Creeper and his mate Bilbo by Phantom-Wolf42

There have been multitudes of works come through my DeviantART messages, and there are 55 pages of favourites to prove it, and I have made quite a few friends through this website. Some I know in reality, and some I have never met, and probably never will. I thank you all for reading through my story, and surviving my hordes of art I shamelessly promote. I rarely find motivation for art these days as many things in my life have changed and I am more inclined to socialise with others than I was before, and therefore have less time to myself. 

Happy 14th birthday deviantart, many many more years wished upon you.
So I happen to love the Achievement Hunter fellas over at Rooster Teeth Productions. I decided to give their Minecraft personas a bit of a do-over and ended up with a small series of 6 characters, 7 images. Click links below to check them out!


On another note, I actually set a goal and met it! I didn't think I'd be able to finish the entire series yet here I have! CELEBRATE!

Phantom out.
So yes, it's been a while. I was shocked as well when I actually UPLOADED something, and then even more so when I continued to upload works. 

To be honest, this is because I became art-ed out in 2012 with my art course. It was almost-ish non-stop art for the year (and quite a bit of it was art I wasn't really interested in). I did come out with stuff I am proud/half proud of, but I don't think I'll be exploring the mediums anymore now that it's over (I say "now" but it's been 7 months since the course ended and we held the exhibition). I'm not sure what I've uploaded of it all to here, I suppose I should look into displaying some of what I did for the benefit of no one ever.

I'm not entirely sure when I'll do fresh, new stuff. That all depends on a matter of variables such as boredom, creative highs, temperature (for serious, I can hardly type in this cold!). I have also been very distracted with Left for Dead 2. It's nice to be able to get my rage on in a game where everyone does the same and it's almost commonplace for people to be so grumpy at the bullshit of the thing.

I haven't done much at all in regards to Marty-And-Tyran. I DID however fix up myself a Minecraft skin featuring Marty. I cheated though; I took a premade wolf skin and changed the colours and added clothes to him etc. That's it for them though.

Sad thing is my art desk has become storage space. I've packed loads of PC boxes on it and dumped everything there to get it out of the house. I have little pots of paint from my art course  hanging around completely useless.

Anyway, that's enough rambling. I don't know if I did this for an artistic reason, or to get my fingers moving in attempt to heat them up. My heater is broken and I have to wait a week for the gas bloke to fix it! WOE IS ME!

So, that's it for now. Phantom out!
  • Mood: Winter Downs
  • Listening to: Winter Wings - Simon and Garfunkel
  • Reading: Nothin
  • Watching: Star Gate SG1, Game of Thrones, The Walking Dead
  • Playing: Left for Dead 2
  • Eating: Bikkies
  • Drinking: Coca Cola

My dA absence...

Journal Entry: Fri Jun 15, 2012, 7:36 PM

:bulletblue::bulletpurple::bulletpink: Marty-And-Tyran :bulletpink::bulletpurple::bulletblue:



So I'll be the first to admit that I've been rather absent over the past 6 months, and there is a reason for this.

At the end of last year I graduated secondary school and applied for a place in a bunch of tertiary education institutes. When the first round offers came out, I was offered a Cert III course in Visual Arts at a TAFE institute in Wodonga. At the time of finding out, I didn't take it, but eventually I moved to Wodonga to live with my current partner. Having done that, our then-private landlord convinced me to do the course, and so we drove to the campus, expressed interest and it was easy as that - I was in. No interview, nothing. I was enrolled three days before the course started.

I've been at the full time course for six months, and it is "Full Time" in every sense. Although I only have class twice a week, the homework is phenomenal. We often have three different projects going at once, and because of that, I've had no outside time to do anything else, besides the occasional game of Skyrim or Left for Dead 2. I'm currently working on the last painting for the year, something we get to control ourselves entirely. Rather than have guidelines or a specific element, we get to do what we want, but is required to be a folio of three or more paintings. My canvases happen to be 12 inches by 12 inches, so to accommodate the small size I have to do six of them.

So far I've only managed to prime them. Two layers of pink with a roughly brushed layer of yellow on top.

My plan for these canvases is to stick my character Marty from Marty-And-Tyran into a scene in which he is telling a story. The scene will represent early 1990's furniture, and inspired by "The Silence" from Doctor Who, he will be dressed in a suit. Every canvas will tell a different part of the story, and to achieve that he will take a different position each time. At one point he looks out a window and another he covers his eyes.

This project will keep me busy for another month or so. It's the fourth project this year so far, not counting the sculpture I'm working on and any drawing projects I have.

So this is why I'm currently inactive here.

Phantom out :)

Commissioned/Gifted/Requested/Prizes

If it was commissioned, gifted, requested or given as a prize, it's here!
LFPDonate Icon Commission by Phantom-Wolf42A-Voyeur Icon 3 by Phantom-Wolf42Icon For A-Voyeur by Phantom-Wolf42A-Voyeur icon by Phantom-Wolf42dlcdonate avatar commission by Phantom-Wolf42CFPDonate Icon Commission by Phantom-Wolf42
Donate Points Here Button by Phantom-Wolf42
Literature For Points Journal Skin Commission by Phantom-Wolf42CrazyGurl928 Commissions by Phantom-Wolf42
Ryan Sanders-Another Animation by Phantom-Wolf42Ryan Sanders - An Animation by Phantom-Wolf42
GivePointsForThePoor Request by Phantom-Wolf42Happy Birthday Little Brother by Phantom-Wolf42For Scotty Mealy by Phantom-Wolf42Chris' Shinneh by Phantom-Wolf42Marty and Tyran - Nintendo 64 by Phantom-Wolf42Nicholas Cartoonised by Phantom-Wolf42Tiegro And Cris Commission by Phantom-Wolf42Point Collector ID by Phantom-Wolf42Dynamo by Phantom-Wolf42
Roxileeanderson Commission 2 by Phantom-Wolf42
Exotic Beauties Group Avatar Revisit... by Phantom-Wolf42MemoiredNightmares Commission by Phantom-Wolf42dA Literature Contests Commish by Phantom-Wolf42Literature For Points Edit by Phantom-Wolf42Proud Member Of PennedPaper by Phantom-Wolf42Critique For Points Avatar Commission by Phantom-Wolf42
Crimson Vengeance for CreepieMonetThe light browns of the Morrocan village once stirred the villagers' hearts; they loved their small town, they loved knowing everyone who lived nearby, but that had all changed…
One night was all it took to rip out the peace and replace it with terror; one night of bloodlust flowing through the town; grown men were reduced to their knees; respected elders were reduced to the common rabble. Everyone in Asilah fell to the very ground they made their livelihoods on, and all because one man chose one town to run down.
Children and elderly rushed about the streets, seeking hiding places. Women and wives carried buckets of water to burning huts. Grown men planned an offensive, but nothing they did would work; they faced a mad man; a man who had lost all hope for his world, and instead turned to murder; he turned to rape. Any young girl that crossed his path became violated; a baker's daughter fell to her knees in front of the man; her hair a mess and her face splattered faintly in blood
Commission: Spoils of a Treasure HunterThe pizzeria had the finest take on synthesising the perfect Supreme pizza; the capsicum sat atop a bed of thinly sliced ham, and the pineapple rested in amongst the olive fragments. Øyvind Herstad considered it a marvelous indulgence; the perfect requisite for his next great treasure hunt with his delectably gorgeous companions Kaitlyn and Kara Walker.
"Ah yes girls" – He spoke intelligently, although not so much the words, as the way he portrayed them across the thin, cool air – "Another heist completed, another trophy to add to your walls. It is time however, for us to begin again. I've heard rumour of a treasure crypt in Greece; rumours tell of great fortune befitting a conquering knight. This is where we will head to next."
Kara smiled and glanced around the room, her long brown and white striped hair flowing over her shoulders. The drink in her hand remained still and unnerved as she examined the pizzeria.
"I've heard of this crypt" she spoke quietly, "I've heard t
The Doctor and MeHe called again; "Run!" he said…
I can still remember the day I met the Doctor; a day I never wish to forget. I remember how, on what started out as a normal day of school, a strange cloud formation appeared above my head in the yard. A large, spontaneous array of clouds, spat purples, greens, reds and blues at us. I remember feeling the electricity in the air, the high voltages crashing organic life to ruins. I remember watching as trees, plants, people disappeared before my eyes.
And of course, I remember the Doctor.
He fell through the cloud formation. He fell from the atmosphere above, bathed in the strange lights of the storm. He was constantly struck by the dangerous rays, but he seemed to be invincible; unable to attain damage from the force that wiped my teachers from the face of the earth.
I still don't know how he survived the fall; "I landed on a pocket of air", he had told me as we raced together to seek shelter. I'm still not sure why he felt the need to run; h
The Absence of LoveI'll write you a poem,
And pray that you'll read it,
In hope that you'll understand,
The pain that I'm feeling.
The thought of you,
Makes me smile; happily,
Waiting for the day,
It will become more than just,
My imagination.
Meloncholy moods move over,
Replaced by the happiness,
That I feel,
When I think of you.
I dream of you;
Because the last thought I think,
Before I fall to sleep,
Is how great we'd be together.
If only you knew,
If only you felt the same,
Then maybe one day,
My smiles would be,
For reality.
You may read this,
And not know it's for you,
You'll think it's for someone else,
Someone who deserves it,
Because that's how you are.
You automatically want the best,
For everyone else,
It never once crosses your mind,
That you are deserving.
And I can't help but think,
That I'm simply not good enough,
That I'm everything you don't need,
Everything you don't want.
But everyday I think of you,
And crave your company,
And it's so far out of reach,
That with the absence,
My love o
Miracles On CloudsLifting high,
Upwards, into the blue,
Blue canvas of the sky…
I float upon a soft cloud,
Unable to control,
My own movements,
Unable to determine my own,
Destination.
I look down upon the spherical earth,
I wish whimsically,
Of what could happen,
When I touch ground,
What miracles I could,
Play witness to.
The wind sings lyrics,
To my keenly waiting ears,
My brain deciphering it,
As though a thousand fish,
Are flying in the sky,
Calling to me.
I fall back softly,
Onto my bed of white,
And dream incandescently,
Of futures passing by,
And I wonder one last time,
What is meant by "sleep"…
Floating down,
Downwards, into the realm,
Of the weak and the weary…
TerraformingTerraformation.
Atmospheric alteration.
Hypothetically
Temperature modification.
Theoretically
Topography variation.
Supposedly
Ecological transformation.
Terraformation.
You're The ReasonYou're the reason I'm standing here,
The reason I don't let go.
If it weren't for you, I'd escape the hold,
Of that, I'm sure you know.
You're the reason I get through the day,
The reason I don't give in.
If you weren't there to hold me still,
I'd fall for every sin.
My apparent friends abandon me,
Leave me in the mud to die.
But in your eyes I see the pain,
You feel it just as I.
You reach your hand to grasp on mine,
And pull me to my feet.
Every time I fall to Earth,
You don't let me call defeat.
When I smile, so full of joy,
You're there to dance around.
You make life a bearable pain,
Fill my ears with joyful sounds.
You're the reason I'm standing here,
The reason I'm hanging on.
Without you there to make me laugh,
I'd be nothing short of gone.
What Kind Of Woman?What couple would last as long as we, when all we have going for us, is a distant memory? What two people would survive for as long as we have together, when all we manage, is unresolved fights?
I hate alcohol, and you love it.
You like to party, and I like to read.
I believe in God, and you think he's a story.
You threaten to leave me, and I'm scared of losing you.
We've survived a year, and things have changed. You do less for me, and more for yourself. You swear at me, laugh at my hurt and abuse my trust, until I can trust you no more.
I'm seventeen, and you just turned 18.
You're free, and I'm imprisoned.
I want to be with you always,
And you want a personal life without me.
We go through hell, and we pull out fine at the end. What kind of woman stays with a man like you, without considering suicide?
I'll tell you,
A woman like me, who loves a man like you unconditionally.
For Nicholas Hugh Rose
Stand-Off MarauderThe gun click-clacked in his hands,
    The centerpiece rolled over,
Locking another bullet into place.
'You see; there's one thing different,
    Between you and I,'
He said, spit flying from his mouth.
I watched on as he weighed his weapon,
    Feeling it against his skin,
Adjusting his strength and eyesight.
'You're a foolish boy; a marauder's son,
    Defenseless and incapable,'
He spoke, words flying off his tongue.
He lifted his pistol in line with his eyesight,
    Examined me down the barrel,
Examining me; his inevitable target.
'You come out here, eyes red with fury,
    But you're just so immature,'
He scoffed, cocking his gun with ancient fingers.
I adjust my stance,
Unless I Say SoLet's get one thing straight,
You're a boy.
Even from the very start,
You were given rights above me.
Now that equality is demanded,
You still get the rights.
I'm expected to wear dresses,
And play with dolls.

Let's get one thing straight,
You're a girl.
Even from the very start,
I have had it worse.
From the very beginning,
I've had to provide for you.
I've had to kill for you,
And I've had to support you.

You know nothing!
I have to give birth.
I have to raise the child,
And sew your clothes.
My life is in the kitchen,
And wherever you demand me to be.
I have to cook for you,
And be here for you when you get home.

Silence woman!
You know not of what you say!
You think your life is tough?
Try being me!
Go to work day in and out,
Come home to an angry wife.
Give her money to spend on junk,
And deal with the noise of the kids.

You have no idea what it's like!
To live life like a wife!
All that pain I went through,
To give you your precious son!
Constantly
Positive OutlooksYeah, we get it,
    You're upset and lonely,
You're alone and forsaken.
       Yeah, we get it,
    Your life is over,
You have no purpose anymore.
Please, listen to reason!
    You're upset and lonely,
But you still have your friends.
       Hear what we say!
    Your life ain't over,
You're still just as beautiful as you were before.
You're so very loved,
    You have the most amazing support
You have a caring family.
       And caring friends.
    Smile and be happy,
Even though people hurt you, you'll overcome the grief
Think about what you now have,
    Not what you've lost,
Because now you have freedom.
       Always remember
    Your l
Black LimousineComfort in a deadened breast
The silent cries couldn't be heard down the corridor; they couldn't be heard in the separate rooms of her house, and nor could they be heard by the sleeping ears of her family.
Mother heard them though; she heard those silent cries calling strongly for a mother's touch; her embrace. She could see those hands through walls of concrete reaching out to her, drawing in her heart, and only her heart; for her body could not follow it.
The young infant cried silent tears; craving comfort in the arms of his mother; the mother that lay heavy and cold in a white bed down the hall; the mother with a now free heart; a soul that could always watch over her young son.
'Be calm my child' She would whisper to his ear; her soul singing his mind to sleep. 'Be still and know; I am here.'
The mother watched on always, as the days went by, and as her son grew older. Days passed, weeks, months. She remained the only shadow to hear his silent cries; those piercing shrieks that fe
Passive Sin - Cold SnowdriftI swear; I love you!
Even though my passive sin,
May say otherwise.
Please understand me!
Listen to what I tell you,
For it's all I have.
The snowdrift masks my,
Aged regret and dishonour;
The cold of the night.
Remember those nights?
Cold nights by the firelight;
High up in the clouds.
Remember those sins?
Passive sins we committed?
Masked by the snowdrift?
I remember them,
The beauty of their taboo,
Forbidden to us.
Held back by old ties,
Pushed forward by temptation,
Ending in heaven.
Those; our passive sins,
Let bloom by the candlelight,
Of the morning sun.
Lost to cold snowdrifts,
Replaced in our memories,
By ties endearing.
Though we can't exist,
I will love you forever;
As my Passive Sin.
Never RestFollowing a thought;
Following a dream.
Is not as easy,
As it may seem.
Don't give up,
Try your best.
Keep at it,
And never rest.
Remember others,
And where they've been.
Be like them,
And live your dream.
The TheatreThe curtains opened,
    Cheers rang out.
The lights dimmed,
       Intensity.
They danced across the floor,
    On performers shoes.
The audience jeered,
       Ecstasy.
Roses rained down,
    Upon the dancer's heads.
Their words run out strongly,
       Captivating.
Costumes were extravagant,
    Colours so obtuse,
Actors flaunting their abilities,
       Mesmerising.
The audience applauds,
    The actors bow.
Leave the theatre,
       Reality.
An Orc In The ShireMan belongs to a heightened
Society,
   A vast array of knowledge,
Bountiful resources,
     Beautiful landscapes.
But beyond the glittering,
Gleaming flora,
   And the wild life of the land,
Lies a deathly man,
     He is Industry.
Industry sits there,
Day in,
   Day out,
Heaving his great lungs,
     The lungs of a smoker.
He sits in the distance,
Hidden,
   And alone,
Puffing his pipe,
     Inhaling, exhaling.
In amongst the fauna,
The flora,
   The beauty,
Of the landscape,
     Industry creates,
And he destroys.
Constantly, for years,
He sits,
   He breathes,
While his servants feed his pipe,
     And flick his switches.
He is the most toxic of all,
Time To ChangeThe world is collapsing,
    And for once,
I didn't do it.
There are so many Hells',
     Playing out there,
I'm getting dizzy.
Let's pack our bags,
     Take a step,
     
It's time to change.
The world is collapsing,
    
And for once,
I can change that.

Love Is Hallucinogenic by Phantom-Wolf42Marty and Tyran - N64 REVISIT by Phantom-Wolf42Typholosion and Cyndaquil by Phantom-Wolf42For Brodie Aburrow by Phantom-Wolf42Farrat owns Tilly's face by Phantom-Wolf42NEWS FLASH: Apple Shackled by Phantom-Wolf42Aceattorneygirl Commission by Phantom-Wolf42Jesse - Coloured by Phantom-Wolf42Nick's Griffin by Phantom-Wolf42Panda For Natalie by Phantom-Wolf42For Alyssa by Phantom-Wolf42Grr... ARF ARF by Phantom-Wolf42For Nick by Phantom-Wolf42Coloured Kitty On A Pogo Stick by Phantom-Wolf42

Marty and Tyran Stamp by Phantom-Wolf42
Skin by Phantom-Wolf42

VOTE FOR MY DESIGN!

Journal Entry: Sun May 13, 2012, 7:09 AM

:bulletblue::bulletpurple::bulletpink: Marty-And-Tyran :bulletpink::bulletpurple::bulletblue:



So I decided for once to enter one of these T-Shirt design contests, and you will see my entry below. I beg and plead of all of you to vote for it, if you like it and would wear it!

Thanks, Phantom out!

My Mind is a Piece of Mental Weirdness by Phantom-Wolf42

Vote here:

browse.deviantart.com/designba…

Thanks!

Commissioned/Gifted/Requested/Prizes

If it was commissioned, gifted, requested or given as a prize, it's here!
LFPDonate Icon Commission by Phantom-Wolf42A-Voyeur Icon 3 by Phantom-Wolf42Icon For A-Voyeur by Phantom-Wolf42A-Voyeur icon by Phantom-Wolf42dlcdonate avatar commission by Phantom-Wolf42
Donate Points Here Button by Phantom-Wolf42
Literature For Points Journal Skin Commission by Phantom-Wolf42CrazyGurl928 Commissions by Phantom-Wolf42
Ryan Sanders-Another Animation by Phantom-Wolf42Ryan Sanders - An Animation by Phantom-Wolf42
GivePointsForThePoor Request by Phantom-Wolf42Happy Birthday Little Brother by Phantom-Wolf42For Scotty Mealy by Phantom-Wolf42Chris' Shinneh by Phantom-Wolf42Marty and Tyran - Nintendo 64 by Phantom-Wolf42Nicholas Cartoonised by Phantom-Wolf42Tiegro And Cris Commission by Phantom-Wolf42Point Collector ID by Phantom-Wolf42Dynamo by Phantom-Wolf42
Exotic Beauties Group Avatar Revisit... by Phantom-Wolf42MemoiredNightmares Commission by Phantom-Wolf42dA Literature Contests Commish by Phantom-Wolf42Literature For Points Edit by Phantom-Wolf42Proud Member Of PennedPaper by Phantom-Wolf42Critique For Points Avatar Commission by Phantom-Wolf42
Crimson Vengeance for CreepieMonetThe light browns of the Morrocan village once stirred the villagers' hearts; they loved their small town, they loved knowing everyone who lived nearby, but that had all changed…
One night was all it took to rip out the peace and replace it with terror; one night of bloodlust flowing through the town; grown men were reduced to their knees; respected elders were reduced to the common rabble. Everyone in Asilah fell to the very ground they made their livelihoods on, and all because one man chose one town to run down.
Children and elderly rushed about the streets, seeking hiding places. Women and wives carried buckets of water to burning huts. Grown men planned an offensive, but nothing they did would work; they faced a mad man; a man who had lost all hope for his world, and instead turned to murder; he turned to rape. Any young girl that crossed his path became violated; a baker's daughter fell to her knees in front of the man; her hair a mess and her face splattered faintly in blood
Commission: Spoils of a Treasure HunterThe pizzeria had the finest take on synthesising the perfect Supreme pizza; the capsicum sat atop a bed of thinly sliced ham, and the pineapple rested in amongst the olive fragments. Øyvind Herstad considered it a marvelous indulgence; the perfect requisite for his next great treasure hunt with his delectably gorgeous companions Kaitlyn and Kara Walker.
"Ah yes girls" – He spoke intelligently, although not so much the words, as the way he portrayed them across the thin, cool air – "Another heist completed, another trophy to add to your walls. It is time however, for us to begin again. I've heard rumour of a treasure crypt in Greece; rumours tell of great fortune befitting a conquering knight. This is where we will head to next."
Kara smiled and glanced around the room, her long brown and white striped hair flowing over her shoulders. The drink in her hand remained still and unnerved as she examined the pizzeria.
"I've heard of this crypt" she spoke quietly, "I've heard t
The Doctor and MeHe called again; "Run!" he said…
I can still remember the day I met the Doctor; a day I never wish to forget. I remember how, on what started out as a normal day of school, a strange cloud formation appeared above my head in the yard. A large, spontaneous array of clouds, spat purples, greens, reds and blues at us. I remember feeling the electricity in the air, the high voltages crashing organic life to ruins. I remember watching as trees, plants, people disappeared before my eyes.
And of course, I remember the Doctor.
He fell through the cloud formation. He fell from the atmosphere above, bathed in the strange lights of the storm. He was constantly struck by the dangerous rays, but he seemed to be invincible; unable to attain damage from the force that wiped my teachers from the face of the earth.
I still don't know how he survived the fall; "I landed on a pocket of air", he had told me as we raced together to seek shelter. I'm still not sure why he felt the need to run; h
The Absence of LoveI'll write you a poem,
And pray that you'll read it,
In hope that you'll understand,
The pain that I'm feeling.
The thought of you,
Makes me smile; happily,
Waiting for the day,
It will become more than just,
My imagination.
Meloncholy moods move over,
Replaced by the happiness,
That I feel,
When I think of you.
I dream of you;
Because the last thought I think,
Before I fall to sleep,
Is how great we'd be together.
If only you knew,
If only you felt the same,
Then maybe one day,
My smiles would be,
For reality.
You may read this,
And not know it's for you,
You'll think it's for someone else,
Someone who deserves it,
Because that's how you are.
You automatically want the best,
For everyone else,
It never once crosses your mind,
That you are deserving.
And I can't help but think,
That I'm simply not good enough,
That I'm everything you don't need,
Everything you don't want.
But everyday I think of you,
And crave your company,
And it's so far out of reach,
That with the absence,
My love o
Miracles On CloudsLifting high,
Upwards, into the blue,
Blue canvas of the sky…
I float upon a soft cloud,
Unable to control,
My own movements,
Unable to determine my own,
Destination.
I look down upon the spherical earth,
I wish whimsically,
Of what could happen,
When I touch ground,
What miracles I could,
Play witness to.
The wind sings lyrics,
To my keenly waiting ears,
My brain deciphering it,
As though a thousand fish,
Are flying in the sky,
Calling to me.
I fall back softly,
Onto my bed of white,
And dream incandescently,
Of futures passing by,
And I wonder one last time,
What is meant by "sleep"…
Floating down,
Downwards, into the realm,
Of the weak and the weary…
TerraformingTerraformation.
Atmospheric alteration.
Hypothetically
Temperature modification.
Theoretically
Topography variation.
Supposedly
Ecological transformation.
Terraformation.
You're The ReasonYou're the reason I'm standing here,
The reason I don't let go.
If it weren't for you, I'd escape the hold,
Of that, I'm sure you know.
You're the reason I get through the day,
The reason I don't give in.
If you weren't there to hold me still,
I'd fall for every sin.
My apparent friends abandon me,
Leave me in the mud to die.
But in your eyes I see the pain,
You feel it just as I.
You reach your hand to grasp on mine,
And pull me to my feet.
Every time I fall to Earth,
You don't let me call defeat.
When I smile, so full of joy,
You're there to dance around.
You make life a bearable pain,
Fill my ears with joyful sounds.
You're the reason I'm standing here,
The reason I'm hanging on.
Without you there to make me laugh,
I'd be nothing short of gone.
What Kind Of Woman?What couple would last as long as we, when all we have going for us, is a distant memory? What two people would survive for as long as we have together, when all we manage, is unresolved fights?
I hate alcohol, and you love it.
You like to party, and I like to read.
I believe in God, and you think he's a story.
You threaten to leave me, and I'm scared of losing you.
We've survived a year, and things have changed. You do less for me, and more for yourself. You swear at me, laugh at my hurt and abuse my trust, until I can trust you no more.
I'm seventeen, and you just turned 18.
You're free, and I'm imprisoned.
I want to be with you always,
And you want a personal life without me.
We go through hell, and we pull out fine at the end. What kind of woman stays with a man like you, without considering suicide?
I'll tell you,
A woman like me, who loves a man like you unconditionally.
For Nicholas Hugh Rose
Stand-Off MarauderThe gun click-clacked in his hands,
    The centerpiece rolled over,
Locking another bullet into place.
'You see; there's one thing different,
    Between you and I,'
He said, spit flying from his mouth.
I watched on as he weighed his weapon,
    Feeling it against his skin,
Adjusting his strength and eyesight.
'You're a foolish boy; a marauder's son,
    Defenseless and incapable,'
He spoke, words flying off his tongue.
He lifted his pistol in line with his eyesight,
    Examined me down the barrel,
Examining me; his inevitable target.
'You come out here, eyes red with fury,
    But you're just so immature,'
He scoffed, cocking his gun with ancient fingers.
I adjust my stance,
Unless I Say SoLet's get one thing straight,
You're a boy.
Even from the very start,
You were given rights above me.
Now that equality is demanded,
You still get the rights.
I'm expected to wear dresses,
And play with dolls.

Let's get one thing straight,
You're a girl.
Even from the very start,
I have had it worse.
From the very beginning,
I've had to provide for you.
I've had to kill for you,
And I've had to support you.

You know nothing!
I have to give birth.
I have to raise the child,
And sew your clothes.
My life is in the kitchen,
And wherever you demand me to be.
I have to cook for you,
And be here for you when you get home.

Silence woman!
You know not of what you say!
You think your life is tough?
Try being me!
Go to work day in and out,
Come home to an angry wife.
Give her money to spend on junk,
And deal with the noise of the kids.

You have no idea what it's like!
To live life like a wife!
All that pain I went through,
To give you your precious son!
Constantly
Positive OutlooksYeah, we get it,
    You're upset and lonely,
You're alone and forsaken.
       Yeah, we get it,
    Your life is over,
You have no purpose anymore.
Please, listen to reason!
    You're upset and lonely,
But you still have your friends.
       Hear what we say!
    Your life ain't over,
You're still just as beautiful as you were before.
You're so very loved,
    You have the most amazing support
You have a caring family.
       And caring friends.
    Smile and be happy,
Even though people hurt you, you'll overcome the grief
Think about what you now have,
    Not what you've lost,
Because now you have freedom.
       Always remember
    Your l
Black LimousineComfort in a deadened breast
The silent cries couldn't be heard down the corridor; they couldn't be heard in the separate rooms of her house, and nor could they be heard by the sleeping ears of her family.
Mother heard them though; she heard those silent cries calling strongly for a mother's touch; her embrace. She could see those hands through walls of concrete reaching out to her, drawing in her heart, and only her heart; for her body could not follow it.
The young infant cried silent tears; craving comfort in the arms of his mother; the mother that lay heavy and cold in a white bed down the hall; the mother with a now free heart; a soul that could always watch over her young son.
'Be calm my child' She would whisper to his ear; her soul singing his mind to sleep. 'Be still and know; I am here.'
The mother watched on always, as the days went by, and as her son grew older. Days passed, weeks, months. She remained the only shadow to hear his silent cries; those piercing shrieks that fe
Passive Sin - Cold SnowdriftI swear; I love you!
Even though my passive sin,
May say otherwise.
Please understand me!
Listen to what I tell you,
For it's all I have.
The snowdrift masks my,
Aged regret and dishonour;
The cold of the night.
Remember those nights?
Cold nights by the firelight;
High up in the clouds.
Remember those sins?
Passive sins we committed?
Masked by the snowdrift?
I remember them,
The beauty of their taboo,
Forbidden to us.
Held back by old ties,
Pushed forward by temptation,
Ending in heaven.
Those; our passive sins,
Let bloom by the candlelight,
Of the morning sun.
Lost to cold snowdrifts,
Replaced in our memories,
By ties endearing.
Though we can't exist,
I will love you forever;
As my Passive Sin.
Never RestFollowing a thought;
Following a dream.
Is not as easy,
As it may seem.
Don't give up,
Try your best.
Keep at it,
And never rest.
Remember others,
And where they've been.
Be like them,
And live your dream.
The TheatreThe curtains opened,
    Cheers rang out.
The lights dimmed,
       Intensity.
They danced across the floor,
    On performers shoes.
The audience jeered,
       Ecstasy.
Roses rained down,
    Upon the dancer's heads.
Their words run out strongly,
       Captivating.
Costumes were extravagant,
    Colours so obtuse,
Actors flaunting their abilities,
       Mesmerising.
The audience applauds,
    The actors bow.
Leave the theatre,
       Reality.
An Orc In The ShireMan belongs to a heightened
Society,
   A vast array of knowledge,
Bountiful resources,
     Beautiful landscapes.
But beyond the glittering,
Gleaming flora,
   And the wild life of the land,
Lies a deathly man,
     He is Industry.
Industry sits there,
Day in,
   Day out,
Heaving his great lungs,
     The lungs of a smoker.
He sits in the distance,
Hidden,
   And alone,
Puffing his pipe,
     Inhaling, exhaling.
In amongst the fauna,
The flora,
   The beauty,
Of the landscape,
     Industry creates,
And he destroys.
Constantly, for years,
He sits,
   He breathes,
While his servants feed his pipe,
     And flick his switches.
He is the most toxic of all,
Time To ChangeThe world is collapsing,
    And for once,
I didn't do it.
There are so many Hells',
     Playing out there,
I'm getting dizzy.
Let's pack our bags,
     Take a step,
     
It's time to change.
The world is collapsing,
    
And for once,
I can change that.

Love Is Hallucinogenic by Phantom-Wolf42Marty and Tyran - N64 REVISIT by Phantom-Wolf42Typholosion and Cyndaquil by Phantom-Wolf42For Brodie Aburrow by Phantom-Wolf42Farrat owns Tilly's face by Phantom-Wolf42NEWS FLASH: Apple Shackled by Phantom-Wolf42Aceattorneygirl Commission by Phantom-Wolf42Jesse - Coloured by Phantom-Wolf42Nick's Griffin by Phantom-Wolf42Panda For Natalie by Phantom-Wolf42For Alyssa by Phantom-Wolf42Grr... ARF ARF by Phantom-Wolf42For Nick by Phantom-Wolf42Coloured Kitty On A Pogo Stick by Phantom-Wolf42

Marty and Tyran Stamp by Phantom-Wolf42
Skin by Phantom-Wolf42

Such is Life

Journal Entry: Tue May 8, 2012, 2:36 AM

:bulletblue::bulletpurple::bulletpink: Marty-And-Tyran :bulletpink::bulletpurple::bulletblue:



Shit is getting real. I'm studying full time at TAFE (tertiary education) in Cert IV Visual Arts, although I go to two classes a week and do five hours of homework for every day of class. This, accompanied by two units of study at once "Art History" and "Concept Development" are making life a busy one. Along with that, I have a constant flow of canvas work to do, with time spans of 2-4 weeks each, leaving little time for much else. Because of this, gifts, commissions, collabs etc are all closed.

Above that is the fact that I moved out of home in February this year, and now find I need to move again as my landlord is moving her 23 year old son back in claiming he can't afford anything else, as though I can, as I have not found any work, am indebted to a friend for my beast of a computer, and have less than a month to relocate.

I'm attempting to sell bits and pieces of my stuff to help pay off my debt to my friend, but it's just not selling like I need it to be.

So inactivity on deviantART should be expected from me, as I will only be able to complete artworks that correspond with my TAFE studies. I only managed to do a Marty-And-Tyran canvas by the slightest chance, as it somehow pleased my teacher.

So that's all from me for now.

Paypal commissions however will remain open as the funds are needed, but it's at my own discretion that I pick and choose what exactly I want to do.

Peace out,
:iconphantom-wolf42:

Commissioned/Gifted/Requested/Prizes

If it was commissioned, gifted, requested or given as a prize, it's here!
LFPDonate Icon Commission by Phantom-Wolf42A-Voyeur Icon 3 by Phantom-Wolf42Icon For A-Voyeur by Phantom-Wolf42A-Voyeur icon by Phantom-Wolf42dlcdonate avatar commission by Phantom-Wolf42
Donate Points Here Button by Phantom-Wolf42
Literature For Points Journal Skin Commission by Phantom-Wolf42CrazyGurl928 Commissions by Phantom-Wolf42
Ryan Sanders-Another Animation by Phantom-Wolf42Ryan Sanders - An Animation by Phantom-Wolf42
GivePointsForThePoor Request by Phantom-Wolf42Happy Birthday Little Brother by Phantom-Wolf42For Scotty Mealy by Phantom-Wolf42Chris' Shinneh by Phantom-Wolf42Marty and Tyran - Nintendo 64 by Phantom-Wolf42Nicholas Cartoonised by Phantom-Wolf42Tiegro And Cris Commission by Phantom-Wolf42Point Collector ID by Phantom-Wolf42Dynamo by Phantom-Wolf42
Exotic Beauties Group Avatar Revisit... by Phantom-Wolf42MemoiredNightmares Commission by Phantom-Wolf42dA Literature Contests Commish by Phantom-Wolf42Literature For Points Edit by Phantom-Wolf42Proud Member Of PennedPaper by Phantom-Wolf42Critique For Points Avatar Commission by Phantom-Wolf42
Crimson Vengeance for CreepieMonetThe light browns of the Morrocan village once stirred the villagers' hearts; they loved their small town, they loved knowing everyone who lived nearby, but that had all changed…
One night was all it took to rip out the peace and replace it with terror; one night of bloodlust flowing through the town; grown men were reduced to their knees; respected elders were reduced to the common rabble. Everyone in Asilah fell to the very ground they made their livelihoods on, and all because one man chose one town to run down.
Children and elderly rushed about the streets, seeking hiding places. Women and wives carried buckets of water to burning huts. Grown men planned an offensive, but nothing they did would work; they faced a mad man; a man who had lost all hope for his world, and instead turned to murder; he turned to rape. Any young girl that crossed his path became violated; a baker's daughter fell to her knees in front of the man; her hair a mess and her face splattered faintly in blood
Commission: Spoils of a Treasure HunterThe pizzeria had the finest take on synthesising the perfect Supreme pizza; the capsicum sat atop a bed of thinly sliced ham, and the pineapple rested in amongst the olive fragments. Øyvind Herstad considered it a marvelous indulgence; the perfect requisite for his next great treasure hunt with his delectably gorgeous companions Kaitlyn and Kara Walker.
"Ah yes girls" – He spoke intelligently, although not so much the words, as the way he portrayed them across the thin, cool air – "Another heist completed, another trophy to add to your walls. It is time however, for us to begin again. I've heard rumour of a treasure crypt in Greece; rumours tell of great fortune befitting a conquering knight. This is where we will head to next."
Kara smiled and glanced around the room, her long brown and white striped hair flowing over her shoulders. The drink in her hand remained still and unnerved as she examined the pizzeria.
"I've heard of this crypt" she spoke quietly, "I've heard t
The Doctor and MeHe called again; "Run!" he said…
I can still remember the day I met the Doctor; a day I never wish to forget. I remember how, on what started out as a normal day of school, a strange cloud formation appeared above my head in the yard. A large, spontaneous array of clouds, spat purples, greens, reds and blues at us. I remember feeling the electricity in the air, the high voltages crashing organic life to ruins. I remember watching as trees, plants, people disappeared before my eyes.
And of course, I remember the Doctor.
He fell through the cloud formation. He fell from the atmosphere above, bathed in the strange lights of the storm. He was constantly struck by the dangerous rays, but he seemed to be invincible; unable to attain damage from the force that wiped my teachers from the face of the earth.
I still don't know how he survived the fall; "I landed on a pocket of air", he had told me as we raced together to seek shelter. I'm still not sure why he felt the need to run; h
The Absence of LoveI'll write you a poem,
And pray that you'll read it,
In hope that you'll understand,
The pain that I'm feeling.
The thought of you,
Makes me smile; happily,
Waiting for the day,
It will become more than just,
My imagination.
Meloncholy moods move over,
Replaced by the happiness,
That I feel,
When I think of you.
I dream of you;
Because the last thought I think,
Before I fall to sleep,
Is how great we'd be together.
If only you knew,
If only you felt the same,
Then maybe one day,
My smiles would be,
For reality.
You may read this,
And not know it's for you,
You'll think it's for someone else,
Someone who deserves it,
Because that's how you are.
You automatically want the best,
For everyone else,
It never once crosses your mind,
That you are deserving.
And I can't help but think,
That I'm simply not good enough,
That I'm everything you don't need,
Everything you don't want.
But everyday I think of you,
And crave your company,
And it's so far out of reach,
That with the absence,
My love o
Miracles On CloudsLifting high,
Upwards, into the blue,
Blue canvas of the sky…
I float upon a soft cloud,
Unable to control,
My own movements,
Unable to determine my own,
Destination.
I look down upon the spherical earth,
I wish whimsically,
Of what could happen,
When I touch ground,
What miracles I could,
Play witness to.
The wind sings lyrics,
To my keenly waiting ears,
My brain deciphering it,
As though a thousand fish,
Are flying in the sky,
Calling to me.
I fall back softly,
Onto my bed of white,
And dream incandescently,
Of futures passing by,
And I wonder one last time,
What is meant by "sleep"…
Floating down,
Downwards, into the realm,
Of the weak and the weary…
TerraformingTerraformation.
Atmospheric alteration.
Hypothetically
Temperature modification.
Theoretically
Topography variation.
Supposedly
Ecological transformation.
Terraformation.
You're The ReasonYou're the reason I'm standing here,
The reason I don't let go.
If it weren't for you, I'd escape the hold,
Of that, I'm sure you know.
You're the reason I get through the day,
The reason I don't give in.
If you weren't there to hold me still,
I'd fall for every sin.
My apparent friends abandon me,
Leave me in the mud to die.
But in your eyes I see the pain,
You feel it just as I.
You reach your hand to grasp on mine,
And pull me to my feet.
Every time I fall to Earth,
You don't let me call defeat.
When I smile, so full of joy,
You're there to dance around.
You make life a bearable pain,
Fill my ears with joyful sounds.
You're the reason I'm standing here,
The reason I'm hanging on.
Without you there to make me laugh,
I'd be nothing short of gone.
What Kind Of Woman?What couple would last as long as we, when all we have going for us, is a distant memory? What two people would survive for as long as we have together, when all we manage, is unresolved fights?
I hate alcohol, and you love it.
You like to party, and I like to read.
I believe in God, and you think he's a story.
You threaten to leave me, and I'm scared of losing you.
We've survived a year, and things have changed. You do less for me, and more for yourself. You swear at me, laugh at my hurt and abuse my trust, until I can trust you no more.
I'm seventeen, and you just turned 18.
You're free, and I'm imprisoned.
I want to be with you always,
And you want a personal life without me.
We go through hell, and we pull out fine at the end. What kind of woman stays with a man like you, without considering suicide?
I'll tell you,
A woman like me, who loves a man like you unconditionally.
For Nicholas Hugh Rose
Stand-Off MarauderThe gun click-clacked in his hands,
    The centerpiece rolled over,
Locking another bullet into place.
'You see; there's one thing different,
    Between you and I,'
He said, spit flying from his mouth.
I watched on as he weighed his weapon,
    Feeling it against his skin,
Adjusting his strength and eyesight.
'You're a foolish boy; a marauder's son,
    Defenseless and incapable,'
He spoke, words flying off his tongue.
He lifted his pistol in line with his eyesight,
    Examined me down the barrel,
Examining me; his inevitable target.
'You come out here, eyes red with fury,
    But you're just so immature,'
He scoffed, cocking his gun with ancient fingers.
I adjust my stance,
Unless I Say SoLet's get one thing straight,
You're a boy.
Even from the very start,
You were given rights above me.
Now that equality is demanded,
You still get the rights.
I'm expected to wear dresses,
And play with dolls.

Let's get one thing straight,
You're a girl.
Even from the very start,
I have had it worse.
From the very beginning,
I've had to provide for you.
I've had to kill for you,
And I've had to support you.

You know nothing!
I have to give birth.
I have to raise the child,
And sew your clothes.
My life is in the kitchen,
And wherever you demand me to be.
I have to cook for you,
And be here for you when you get home.

Silence woman!
You know not of what you say!
You think your life is tough?
Try being me!
Go to work day in and out,
Come home to an angry wife.
Give her money to spend on junk,
And deal with the noise of the kids.

You have no idea what it's like!
To live life like a wife!
All that pain I went through,
To give you your precious son!
Constantly
Positive OutlooksYeah, we get it,
    You're upset and lonely,
You're alone and forsaken.
       Yeah, we get it,
    Your life is over,
You have no purpose anymore.
Please, listen to reason!
    You're upset and lonely,
But you still have your friends.
       Hear what we say!
    Your life ain't over,
You're still just as beautiful as you were before.
You're so very loved,
    You have the most amazing support
You have a caring family.
       And caring friends.
    Smile and be happy,
Even though people hurt you, you'll overcome the grief
Think about what you now have,
    Not what you've lost,
Because now you have freedom.
       Always remember
    Your l
Black LimousineComfort in a deadened breast
The silent cries couldn't be heard down the corridor; they couldn't be heard in the separate rooms of her house, and nor could they be heard by the sleeping ears of her family.
Mother heard them though; she heard those silent cries calling strongly for a mother's touch; her embrace. She could see those hands through walls of concrete reaching out to her, drawing in her heart, and only her heart; for her body could not follow it.
The young infant cried silent tears; craving comfort in the arms of his mother; the mother that lay heavy and cold in a white bed down the hall; the mother with a now free heart; a soul that could always watch over her young son.
'Be calm my child' She would whisper to his ear; her soul singing his mind to sleep. 'Be still and know; I am here.'
The mother watched on always, as the days went by, and as her son grew older. Days passed, weeks, months. She remained the only shadow to hear his silent cries; those piercing shrieks that fe
Passive Sin - Cold SnowdriftI swear; I love you!
Even though my passive sin,
May say otherwise.
Please understand me!
Listen to what I tell you,
For it's all I have.
The snowdrift masks my,
Aged regret and dishonour;
The cold of the night.
Remember those nights?
Cold nights by the firelight;
High up in the clouds.
Remember those sins?
Passive sins we committed?
Masked by the snowdrift?
I remember them,
The beauty of their taboo,
Forbidden to us.
Held back by old ties,
Pushed forward by temptation,
Ending in heaven.
Those; our passive sins,
Let bloom by the candlelight,
Of the morning sun.
Lost to cold snowdrifts,
Replaced in our memories,
By ties endearing.
Though we can't exist,
I will love you forever;
As my Passive Sin.
Never RestFollowing a thought;
Following a dream.
Is not as easy,
As it may seem.
Don't give up,
Try your best.
Keep at it,
And never rest.
Remember others,
And where they've been.
Be like them,
And live your dream.
The TheatreThe curtains opened,
    Cheers rang out.
The lights dimmed,
       Intensity.
They danced across the floor,
    On performers shoes.
The audience jeered,
       Ecstasy.
Roses rained down,
    Upon the dancer's heads.
Their words run out strongly,
       Captivating.
Costumes were extravagant,
    Colours so obtuse,
Actors flaunting their abilities,
       Mesmerising.
The audience applauds,
    The actors bow.
Leave the theatre,
       Reality.
An Orc In The ShireMan belongs to a heightened
Society,
   A vast array of knowledge,
Bountiful resources,
     Beautiful landscapes.
But beyond the glittering,
Gleaming flora,
   And the wild life of the land,
Lies a deathly man,
     He is Industry.
Industry sits there,
Day in,
   Day out,
Heaving his great lungs,
     The lungs of a smoker.
He sits in the distance,
Hidden,
   And alone,
Puffing his pipe,
     Inhaling, exhaling.
In amongst the fauna,
The flora,
   The beauty,
Of the landscape,
     Industry creates,
And he destroys.
Constantly, for years,
He sits,
   He breathes,
While his servants feed his pipe,
     And flick his switches.
He is the most toxic of all,
Time To ChangeThe world is collapsing,
    And for once,
I didn't do it.
There are so many Hells',
     Playing out there,
I'm getting dizzy.
Let's pack our bags,
     Take a step,
     
It's time to change.
The world is collapsing,
    
And for once,
I can change that.

Love Is Hallucinogenic by Phantom-Wolf42Marty and Tyran - N64 REVISIT by Phantom-Wolf42Typholosion and Cyndaquil by Phantom-Wolf42For Brodie Aburrow by Phantom-Wolf42Farrat owns Tilly's face by Phantom-Wolf42NEWS FLASH: Apple Shackled by Phantom-Wolf42Aceattorneygirl Commission by Phantom-Wolf42Jesse - Coloured by Phantom-Wolf42Nick's Griffin by Phantom-Wolf42Panda For Natalie by Phantom-Wolf42For Alyssa by Phantom-Wolf42Grr... ARF ARF by Phantom-Wolf42For Nick by Phantom-Wolf42Coloured Kitty On A Pogo Stick by Phantom-Wolf42

Marty and Tyran Stamp by Phantom-Wolf42
Skin by Phantom-Wolf42

A Day Amidst the CSS

Journal Entry: Wed Mar 28, 2012, 5:43 AM

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I spent practically all day mucking around in CSS; it's one of the easiest computer languages, but it can also be quite tedious.

I recently noticed that the title of a journal has become a link to itself; and with that, it often changed colour to something disgusting whenever it was used (I used it to navigate quickly from my home page to the journal page for quick editing).

On top of that, I finished a journal skin commission for dmnq8 from LiteratureforPoints You can see the finished commission below;

Literature For Points Journal Skin Commission by Phantom-Wolf42

That took a bit of effort as it was intended for a supergroup and I had to work off criteria that I had read, not seen or had spoken to me, but after a few revisions I managed what is above, which pleased both myself and dmnq8.

One of the problems I found with it, was the title changing colour when used as a link. Of course, I went back to the CSS and made up random mumbo jumbo that actually worked to stop the colour change.

What was difficult however, was the pain of installing it to a supergroup blog. I still don't know how it's done, but dmnq8 figured it out, and thank Lord for that.

That commission costs about 200 points.

After all that was completed, I revisted this journal, and made editions to the CSS to make sure the journal title didn't change colour as it otherwise would.

So really, there was much tediousness and a very sore-backed Phantom-Wolf42

Phantom out

P.S. I Totally just jammed a shitload of artwork into my scroll box :D Anything and everything I've ever done for some else, excluding contest pieces :D



Commissioned/Gifted/Requested/Prizes

If it was commissioned, gifted, requested or given as a prize, it's here!
LFPDonate Icon Commission by Phantom-Wolf42A-Voyeur Icon 3 by Phantom-Wolf42Icon For A-Voyeur by Phantom-Wolf42A-Voyeur icon by Phantom-Wolf42dlcdonate avatar commission by Phantom-Wolf42
Donate Points Here Button by Phantom-Wolf42
Literature For Points Journal Skin Commission by Phantom-Wolf42CrazyGurl928 Commissions by Phantom-Wolf42
Ryan Sanders-Another Animation by Phantom-Wolf42Ryan Sanders - An Animation by Phantom-Wolf42
GivePointsForThePoor Request by Phantom-Wolf42Happy Birthday Little Brother by Phantom-Wolf42For Scotty Mealy by Phantom-Wolf42Chris' Shinneh by Phantom-Wolf42Marty and Tyran - Nintendo 64 by Phantom-Wolf42Nicholas Cartoonised by Phantom-Wolf42Tiegro And Cris Commission by Phantom-Wolf42Point Collector ID by Phantom-Wolf42Dynamo by Phantom-Wolf42
Exotic Beauties Group Avatar Revisit... by Phantom-Wolf42MemoiredNightmares Commission by Phantom-Wolf42dA Literature Contests Commish by Phantom-Wolf42Literature For Points Edit by Phantom-Wolf42Proud Member Of PennedPaper by Phantom-Wolf42Critique For Points Avatar Commission by Phantom-Wolf42
Crimson Vengeance for CreepieMonetThe light browns of the Morrocan village once stirred the villagers' hearts; they loved their small town, they loved knowing everyone who lived nearby, but that had all changed…
One night was all it took to rip out the peace and replace it with terror; one night of bloodlust flowing through the town; grown men were reduced to their knees; respected elders were reduced to the common rabble. Everyone in Asilah fell to the very ground they made their livelihoods on, and all because one man chose one town to run down.
Children and elderly rushed about the streets, seeking hiding places. Women and wives carried buckets of water to burning huts. Grown men planned an offensive, but nothing they did would work; they faced a mad man; a man who had lost all hope for his world, and instead turned to murder; he turned to rape. Any young girl that crossed his path became violated; a baker's daughter fell to her knees in front of the man; her hair a mess and her face splattered faintly in blood
Commission: Spoils of a Treasure HunterThe pizzeria had the finest take on synthesising the perfect Supreme pizza; the capsicum sat atop a bed of thinly sliced ham, and the pineapple rested in amongst the olive fragments. Øyvind Herstad considered it a marvelous indulgence; the perfect requisite for his next great treasure hunt with his delectably gorgeous companions Kaitlyn and Kara Walker.
"Ah yes girls" – He spoke intelligently, although not so much the words, as the way he portrayed them across the thin, cool air – "Another heist completed, another trophy to add to your walls. It is time however, for us to begin again. I've heard rumour of a treasure crypt in Greece; rumours tell of great fortune befitting a conquering knight. This is where we will head to next."
Kara smiled and glanced around the room, her long brown and white striped hair flowing over her shoulders. The drink in her hand remained still and unnerved as she examined the pizzeria.
"I've heard of this crypt" she spoke quietly, "I've heard t
The Doctor and MeHe called again; "Run!" he said…
I can still remember the day I met the Doctor; a day I never wish to forget. I remember how, on what started out as a normal day of school, a strange cloud formation appeared above my head in the yard. A large, spontaneous array of clouds, spat purples, greens, reds and blues at us. I remember feeling the electricity in the air, the high voltages crashing organic life to ruins. I remember watching as trees, plants, people disappeared before my eyes.
And of course, I remember the Doctor.
He fell through the cloud formation. He fell from the atmosphere above, bathed in the strange lights of the storm. He was constantly struck by the dangerous rays, but he seemed to be invincible; unable to attain damage from the force that wiped my teachers from the face of the earth.
I still don't know how he survived the fall; "I landed on a pocket of air", he had told me as we raced together to seek shelter. I'm still not sure why he felt the need to run; h
The Absence of LoveI'll write you a poem,
And pray that you'll read it,
In hope that you'll understand,
The pain that I'm feeling.
The thought of you,
Makes me smile; happily,
Waiting for the day,
It will become more than just,
My imagination.
Meloncholy moods move over,
Replaced by the happiness,
That I feel,
When I think of you.
I dream of you;
Because the last thought I think,
Before I fall to sleep,
Is how great we'd be together.
If only you knew,
If only you felt the same,
Then maybe one day,
My smiles would be,
For reality.
You may read this,
And not know it's for you,
You'll think it's for someone else,
Someone who deserves it,
Because that's how you are.
You automatically want the best,
For everyone else,
It never once crosses your mind,
That you are deserving.
And I can't help but think,
That I'm simply not good enough,
That I'm everything you don't need,
Everything you don't want.
But everyday I think of you,
And crave your company,
And it's so far out of reach,
That with the absence,
My love o
Miracles On CloudsLifting high,
Upwards, into the blue,
Blue canvas of the sky…
I float upon a soft cloud,
Unable to control,
My own movements,
Unable to determine my own,
Destination.
I look down upon the spherical earth,
I wish whimsically,
Of what could happen,
When I touch ground,
What miracles I could,
Play witness to.
The wind sings lyrics,
To my keenly waiting ears,
My brain deciphering it,
As though a thousand fish,
Are flying in the sky,
Calling to me.
I fall back softly,
Onto my bed of white,
And dream incandescently,
Of futures passing by,
And I wonder one last time,
What is meant by "sleep"…
Floating down,
Downwards, into the realm,
Of the weak and the weary…
TerraformingTerraformation.
Atmospheric alteration.
Hypothetically
Temperature modification.
Theoretically
Topography variation.
Supposedly
Ecological transformation.
Terraformation.
You're The ReasonYou're the reason I'm standing here,
The reason I don't let go.
If it weren't for you, I'd escape the hold,
Of that, I'm sure you know.
You're the reason I get through the day,
The reason I don't give in.
If you weren't there to hold me still,
I'd fall for every sin.
My apparent friends abandon me,
Leave me in the mud to die.
But in your eyes I see the pain,
You feel it just as I.
You reach your hand to grasp on mine,
And pull me to my feet.
Every time I fall to Earth,
You don't let me call defeat.
When I smile, so full of joy,
You're there to dance around.
You make life a bearable pain,
Fill my ears with joyful sounds.
You're the reason I'm standing here,
The reason I'm hanging on.
Without you there to make me laugh,
I'd be nothing short of gone.
What Kind Of Woman?What couple would last as long as we, when all we have going for us, is a distant memory? What two people would survive for as long as we have together, when all we manage, is unresolved fights?
I hate alcohol, and you love it.
You like to party, and I like to read.
I believe in God, and you think he's a story.
You threaten to leave me, and I'm scared of losing you.
We've survived a year, and things have changed. You do less for me, and more for yourself. You swear at me, laugh at my hurt and abuse my trust, until I can trust you no more.
I'm seventeen, and you just turned 18.
You're free, and I'm imprisoned.
I want to be with you always,
And you want a personal life without me.
We go through hell, and we pull out fine at the end. What kind of woman stays with a man like you, without considering suicide?
I'll tell you,
A woman like me, who loves a man like you unconditionally.
For Nicholas Hugh Rose
Stand-Off MarauderThe gun click-clacked in his hands,
    The centerpiece rolled over,
Locking another bullet into place.
'You see; there's one thing different,
    Between you and I,'
He said, spit flying from his mouth.
I watched on as he weighed his weapon,
    Feeling it against his skin,
Adjusting his strength and eyesight.
'You're a foolish boy; a marauder's son,
    Defenseless and incapable,'
He spoke, words flying off his tongue.
He lifted his pistol in line with his eyesight,
    Examined me down the barrel,
Examining me; his inevitable target.
'You come out here, eyes red with fury,
    But you're just so immature,'
He scoffed, cocking his gun with ancient fingers.
I adjust my stance,
Unless I Say SoLet's get one thing straight,
You're a boy.
Even from the very start,
You were given rights above me.
Now that equality is demanded,
You still get the rights.
I'm expected to wear dresses,
And play with dolls.

Let's get one thing straight,
You're a girl.
Even from the very start,
I have had it worse.
From the very beginning,
I've had to provide for you.
I've had to kill for you,
And I've had to support you.

You know nothing!
I have to give birth.
I have to raise the child,
And sew your clothes.
My life is in the kitchen,
And wherever you demand me to be.
I have to cook for you,
And be here for you when you get home.

Silence woman!
You know not of what you say!
You think your life is tough?
Try being me!
Go to work day in and out,
Come home to an angry wife.
Give her money to spend on junk,
And deal with the noise of the kids.

You have no idea what it's like!
To live life like a wife!
All that pain I went through,
To give you your precious son!
Constantly
Positive OutlooksYeah, we get it,
    You're upset and lonely,
You're alone and forsaken.
       Yeah, we get it,
    Your life is over,
You have no purpose anymore.
Please, listen to reason!
    You're upset and lonely,
But you still have your friends.
       Hear what we say!
    Your life ain't over,
You're still just as beautiful as you were before.
You're so very loved,
    You have the most amazing support
You have a caring family.
       And caring friends.
    Smile and be happy,
Even though people hurt you, you'll overcome the grief
Think about what you now have,
    Not what you've lost,
Because now you have freedom.
       Always remember
    Your l
Black LimousineComfort in a deadened breast
The silent cries couldn't be heard down the corridor; they couldn't be heard in the separate rooms of her house, and nor could they be heard by the sleeping ears of her family.
Mother heard them though; she heard those silent cries calling strongly for a mother's touch; her embrace. She could see those hands through walls of concrete reaching out to her, drawing in her heart, and only her heart; for her body could not follow it.
The young infant cried silent tears; craving comfort in the arms of his mother; the mother that lay heavy and cold in a white bed down the hall; the mother with a now free heart; a soul that could always watch over her young son.
'Be calm my child' She would whisper to his ear; her soul singing his mind to sleep. 'Be still and know; I am here.'
The mother watched on always, as the days went by, and as her son grew older. Days passed, weeks, months. She remained the only shadow to hear his silent cries; those piercing shrieks that fe
Passive Sin - Cold SnowdriftI swear; I love you!
Even though my passive sin,
May say otherwise.
Please understand me!
Listen to what I tell you,
For it's all I have.
The snowdrift masks my,
Aged regret and dishonour;
The cold of the night.
Remember those nights?
Cold nights by the firelight;
High up in the clouds.
Remember those sins?
Passive sins we committed?
Masked by the snowdrift?
I remember them,
The beauty of their taboo,
Forbidden to us.
Held back by old ties,
Pushed forward by temptation,
Ending in heaven.
Those; our passive sins,
Let bloom by the candlelight,
Of the morning sun.
Lost to cold snowdrifts,
Replaced in our memories,
By ties endearing.
Though we can't exist,
I will love you forever;
As my Passive Sin.
Never RestFollowing a thought;
Following a dream.
Is not as easy,
As it may seem.
Don't give up,
Try your best.
Keep at it,
And never rest.
Remember others,
And where they've been.
Be like them,
And live your dream.
The TheatreThe curtains opened,
    Cheers rang out.
The lights dimmed,
       Intensity.
They danced across the floor,
    On performers shoes.
The audience jeered,
       Ecstasy.
Roses rained down,
    Upon the dancer's heads.
Their words run out strongly,
       Captivating.
Costumes were extravagant,
    Colours so obtuse,
Actors flaunting their abilities,
       Mesmerising.
The audience applauds,
    The actors bow.
Leave the theatre,
       Reality.
An Orc In The ShireMan belongs to a heightened
Society,
   A vast array of knowledge,
Bountiful resources,
     Beautiful landscapes.
But beyond the glittering,
Gleaming flora,
   And the wild life of the land,
Lies a deathly man,
     He is Industry.
Industry sits there,
Day in,
   Day out,
Heaving his great lungs,
     The lungs of a smoker.
He sits in the distance,
Hidden,
   And alone,
Puffing his pipe,
     Inhaling, exhaling.
In amongst the fauna,
The flora,
   The beauty,
Of the landscape,
     Industry creates,
And he destroys.
Constantly, for years,
He sits,
   He breathes,
While his servants feed his pipe,
     And flick his switches.
He is the most toxic of all,
Time To ChangeThe world is collapsing,
    And for once,
I didn't do it.
There are so many Hells',
     Playing out there,
I'm getting dizzy.
Let's pack our bags,
     Take a step,
     
It's time to change.
The world is collapsing,
    
And for once,
I can change that.

Love Is Hallucinogenic by Phantom-Wolf42Marty and Tyran - N64 REVISIT by Phantom-Wolf42Typholosion and Cyndaquil by Phantom-Wolf42For Brodie Aburrow by Phantom-Wolf42Farrat owns Tilly's face by Phantom-Wolf42NEWS FLASH: Apple Shackled by Phantom-Wolf42Aceattorneygirl Commission by Phantom-Wolf42Jesse - Coloured by Phantom-Wolf42Nick's Griffin by Phantom-Wolf42Panda For Natalie by Phantom-Wolf42For Alyssa by Phantom-Wolf42Grr... ARF ARF by Phantom-Wolf42For Nick by Phantom-Wolf42Coloured Kitty On A Pogo Stick by Phantom-Wolf42

Marty and Tyran Stamp by Phantom-Wolf42
Skin by Phantom-Wolf42

Features

Journal Entry: Wed Mar 28, 2012, 5:23 AM

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"The Truth Is Hard"


Over at Love-Literature a poetry contest was recently held with the prompt "The Truth is Hard" and I offered to give prizes to the winners, consisting of a feature and a literary commission. Here I will display their features.

First Place Winner CreepieMonet


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"Bushfire Hill"
Beautiful, clear and crisp.
"...my feet remained still like stone as my vision kept set as a diamond"

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"Stars on My Shoulders"
Clever, informative and intriguing.
"But I'm the devil with stars on my shoulders."

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"Frustration and Chicken"
Raw without borders.
"Taking a shit is the highlight of many days"

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"Sorrow"
Simple, interesting and meaningful.
"...a burn mark is left to be remembered"

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"Daddy's Little Star"
Intense, painful, saddening.
"Where he used to love Mummy the same as he loves me"

Literary Prize

Crimson Vengeance for CreepieMonetThe light browns of the Morrocan village once stirred the villagers' hearts; they loved their small town, they loved knowing everyone who lived nearby, but that had all changed…
One night was all it took to rip out the peace and replace it with terror; one night of bloodlust flowing through the town; grown men were reduced to their knees; respected elders were reduced to the common rabble. Everyone in Asilah fell to the very ground they made their livelihoods on, and all because one man chose one town to run down.
Children and elderly rushed about the streets, seeking hiding places. Women and wives carried buckets of water to burning huts. Grown men planned an offensive, but nothing they did would work; they faced a mad man; a man who had lost all hope for his world, and instead turned to murder; he turned to rape. Any young girl that crossed his path became violated; a baker's daughter fell to her knees in front of the man; her hair a mess and her face splattered faintly in blood

"Crimson Vengeance"
A story of blood
"Butchers sliced up the dead, bakers baked for the living; children played with toys, not with death."


Second Place Winner CJWilde



"A Lover Torn"
Touching, relatable, stunning.
"her qualities divided, lie behind two doors"


"Reasons: A Senryu"
Transfixing, clear, meaningful.
"You are the reason everything I do is now undone without you."


"Spindrift"
Excellent structure, stunningly gorgeous.
"Over the hills into the sky"

Special Feature

As a special request, CJWilde would like to feature the following;

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"unnatural space"
andthatiseternity
Short, simple, forthcoming.
"...we have to find people who love us despite our anatomy"

moth wingswith no alarm
she dances through the bony air,
eyes like a hungry child
slobbering at the first scent of knowledge.
glistening off of those eyes
– the very sight of it –
the taste that all greedy minds crave.
she flutters towards it,
light peaks through her delicate wings
like how it flickers under the water's surface,
an angel ascending into heaven
easily and swiftly crushed
by the capital hand
that shadowed behind such heavenly light
– with all intention of crushing the wings of innocence –
and with a clear conscience,
as a moth is to a hand as what a person is to the universe.
isn't it painless for a hand to swat forth
and drop a bomb from a plane thundering over a burning city
because it can't see the suffering it causes?
wouldn't it be immaterial, then,
for a puissant hand
to drop one from heaven?
moths that are dazed by the beauty of light
are not seldom blind
to the torment that it's agent to.

"Moth Wings"
andrewpom
Stunning, pure, astonishing.
"Isn't it painless for a hand to swat forth and drop a bomb from a plane thundering over a burning city because it can't see the suffering it causes?"


Third Place Winner Mertus


AfflictedFingers tear through sallow skin
For I am not myself
Trying to find what lies within
Fingers tear through sallow skin
Ribcage nearly caving in
With grand delusions of health
Fingers tear through sallow skin
For I am not myself.

"Afflicted"
Rhythmic, flowing, sensational.
"Fingers tear through sallow skin For I am not myself."

FriendsIn the dark you're here beside me,
In the dark that failed to hide me,
I know you can't abide me
Or I think so anyway
'Cause I always tag behind you
And try so hard to find you
It's 'cause I don't mind you
But you scare me in a way
So I wait for you to leave me
To lie and to deceive me
I wonder if you'll greive me
If I died today
It's not that I doubt you
Since I am devout to,
And nothing more without you
I just thought I'd say:
Friendship seems to bill me
To empty, not to fill me
But you know you kill me
With kindness, everyday.

"Friends"
Reads brilliantly, excellent ending.
"In the dark you're here beside me, In the dark that failed to hide me..."

Child's LamentThey say that soon I'll be Adult
But I don't think that's right
Cause Adult is just a state of mind
And a sorry sight
It's a world of contradictions
Of grey and gray and rain
Of nine to five in cubicles
And market loss and gain
They say "One man can change the world!"
Then say it isn't true
They never quite know what they mean
And still tell me what to do.
They tell me pray for Africa
They tell me pray for Sudan
But they stopped me giving a dollar away
To a sad-eyed homeless man.
They say I shouldn't be 'childish'
Then bemoan as Adults will
The Adult world in which they live
Where people rape and kill
They use big words
Like 'ultruism' and 'hypocrisy'
But can't seem to remember 'fun'
And call it 'stupidity'
So what's the point of growing up,
Does someone care to tell me?
If you lose faith in everything
And call hope, naivite?
When Adults shoot a man, he really dies
And that seems rather sad
I'd rather die, then get back up
And go home to play with dad.
So I see no reason to be Adult
Th

"Child's Lament"
Excellently written, brilliant portrayal. Adult's suck.
"So I see no reason to be Adult
They've made problems they can't fix
I bet I could build a better world
If you'd stop hogging the lego bricks"

Unsent letter to anonymousTo whom it may concern,
Since you left I haven't been able to put a coherent thought together. Evidently, as I'm writing this letter. I'm staring and pausing with the phone in my hand unable to find a suitable replacement and your auditory hallicination has taken residence in the basement.
You remember don't you?
Either way I find myself turning to answer your query but there's no one there and quite frankly it's eerie. I break the months into weeks and the weeks into days, days into hours, hours to minutes, minutes down to the second. 8 467 200 in all I would reckon. Due to this minutiae my world reaches normalcy only to be undone by unforseen pathetic fallacy (it doesn't get easier as you go along).  It's not that I can't function, I know that I do. It's just there's an uncomfortable absence of you.
But this letter won't reach you, I won't even try. You don't want to hear it... So,
Bisous and Goodbye.

"Unsent letter to anonymous"
Clever, so ruddy clever. Oh, and it flows.
"It's just there's an uncomfortable absence of you."

Your world and mineIt's different here
Stepped out of my world
Into yours
And the smoke curls
Under the ceiling
As we talk
Without words
In dimly lit rooms
Like a séance gone wrong
I'm putting my trust in you
Fickle attention shifts
And silence is all I have
As you fill my existence
With other people
You said you wanted
My company forever
But forever
Turns out to an hour
And then you're gone
Pass the bottle.
It's different here
In my world
Inside of yours
Just waiting for you
To remember me
Some dusty relic of
The past hour
Now out of date
Will nostalgia bring you back?
I'm waiting.
Eyes register my existence
I light up
Hello again
I missed you
A mistake
You look not at me
Just past me
And two forevers have past
The bottle is empty
It's different here
And the smoke curls
Under the ceiling
And the bottle is empty
And so are your words
So I sit here
In your world
So far from mine
With shaking hands
And fingers that smell
Like nicotine
Take me home
I'm drunk

"Your world and mine"
Intriguing, thought-provoking.
"You said you wanted
My company forever
But forever
Turns out to an hour
And then you're gone
Pass the bottle."

Literary Prize


"Crimson Flow"
A story of Jurisdiction
"Can't hear you; can't see you."


And there we have it...

I hope you found these pieces as intriguing and sensational as I did; they were truly wonderful.

Marty and Tyran


A few select works from the Marty and Tyran collection!
gift-marty and tyran by KarshkenCourage by Phantom-Wolf42Marty in Colour by Phantom-Wolf42
I'm No Bully by Phantom-Wolf42Marty Silhouette Avatar by Phantom-Wolf42Hound Dog by Phantom-Wolf42

Marty and Tyran Stamp by Phantom-Wolf42
Skin by Phantom-Wolf42

Time for an Update

Journal Entry: Fri Mar 16, 2012, 8:29 PM

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To my loyal and lovely viewers (if you exist and if you do exist, would you kindly jump over to my latest poll and confirm how active you are),

I know I haven't been submitting much art recently, and there are a few reasons for this that I will list for you in dot point form as I find it neater and easier to read (as opposed to a giant slab of text.)

Reasons for Lazy


:bulletgreen: I recently completed my final year of High School and had a bit of stuff to figure out for my future.
:bulletgreen: This included moving out of home, over 200km's away from my family.
:bulletgreen: This new home has so little space and I don't have a scanner (as I refuse to now upload works by camera).
:bulletgreen: I randomly decided to enter into a TAFE (Tertiary and Further Education) course. I'm doing Cert IV in Visual Arts. It's "Full Time" although it's only two days a week.
:bulletgreen: I am slightly lazy and unmotivated.
:bulletgreen: I have turned into an avid gamer girl. I spend many hours playing Skyrim, Minecraft, Just Cause 2 and Left for Dead 2. Obviously this leaves me little time for anything else we humans are supposed to do. (Like "Food" or "Socialising" whatever the hell those things are).
:bulletgreen: I recently bought and built a gaming computer to accompany these games, so any desk space is now gone and I'm milking it for what it's worth.

So there are basically the reasons why I've stopped doing visual art. I am still going to do my best to submit written art, but somehow I think that some deviants on here are just a little too lazy to read giant slabs of aforementioned text.

The Failed Marty-And-Tyran competition

So... I was a little more than disappointed with the only entry into the competition I ran, hosted over at Marty-And-Tyran. There were amazing prizes up for grabs and any medium was welcome. A compensation prize was awarded to animefairy14 who left with 200 points. A further 50 points was then guaranteed to anyone who had expressed on any journal regarding the competition that they were going to enter. If this is you, please continue to do your entry and submit it to the group, as I would love to see what you come up with and extend the Marty-And-Tyran community.

Marty and Tyran on Facebook

If you're a fan of Marty and Tyran, please head over to their facebook page and express your fandom by liking the page and perhaps inviting friends whom you might guess as to enjoying my original characters.

"Like" Marty and Tyran on Facebook!

Love-Literature's "The Truth is Hard" Competition

For those of you who follow Love-Literature you may be aware of the competition that was recently run over at the group. I offered features and literary commissions to the winners. The features - along with the corresponding literary commissions - will be posted in a clean journal when the time comes that I've completed the pieces.

Marty and Tyran Merchandise

Currently available from my prints are the following in the Marty and Tyran collection;

:bulletgreen: Marty and Tyran Mug with the "Marty and Tyran" Revamped design
Marty and Tyran Mug Design by Phantom-Wolf42Mug of Marty and Tyran by Phantom-Wolf42
:bulletgreen: Marty and Tyran Mousepad with the "Tickled Silly" Revamped design
Marty and Tyran Magnet + Mousepad Design by Phantom-Wolf42Marty and Tyran Mousepad by Phantom-Wolf42
:bulletgreen: Marty and Tyran Magnet with the "Tickled Silly" Revamped design
Marty and Tyran Magnet + Mousepad Design by Phantom-Wolf42Marty and Tyran Magnet Design by Phantom-Wolf42

Just a li'l somethin'

I just want to extend my appreciation to all and everyone who supports what little art I submit, and especially those who favourite/comment my works and/or add me to their watch lists.

I think that's all from me,

:iconphantom-wolf42:

Marty and Tyran


A few select works from the Marty and Tyran collection!
gift-marty and tyran by Karshken
Courage by Phantom-Wolf42
Marty in Colour by Phantom-Wolf42
I'm No Bully by Phantom-Wolf42
Marty Silhouette Avatar by Phantom-Wolf42
Hound Dog by Phantom-Wolf42
There Is No Reason by Phantom-Wolf42

Marty and Tyran Stamp by Phantom-Wolf42
Skin by Phantom-Wolf42

Marty and Tyran Competition! NEW PRIZES!

Journal Entry: Wed Dec 14, 2011, 8:33 PM

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EDIT: The lack of entries into the competition have inspired me to make an announcement;

The competition is now closed. Not enough entries in the three months the competition has been held has resulted in a general discontent in regards to the deviantART community. I am shocked and disheartened that no more entries made their way to the competition, and as a result, the only participant will receive a compensation.

So without further ado, the only participant, animefairy14 is the winner, for her traditional piece

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AnimeFairy14 receives a compensation prize of 200 points


Why, hello there!

Phantom-Wolf42 here to announce a competition over at my group Marty-And-Tyran!

Check out the prizes below, and if you're interested, visit the blog entry here:
Competition Time! NEW PRIZE! PREMIUM MEMBERSHIPSEDIT:
Sorry folks, competition has come to a close. I left it up for much longer than I think is necessary, especially considering the prizes I had on offer and the option to enter with anything. A compensation prize was given to the only entrant animefairy14.
Frankly, I'm shocked.
Are you an aspiring artist? Do you require deviantART points to purchase that adorable little llama plush toy, or perhaps that comfy looking hoodie you've had your eye on for the last month? Are you looking to get your name out there in the deviantART community? Do you want to be known?
Here's your chance!
This group is small, and my OC's Marty and Tyran aren't as well known as I would like them to be! So here I am today to present to you a proposition!
A COMPETITION!
I am now opening entries into a Marty-And-Tyran competition! Anyone can join! Whether you're a digital or traditional artist, whether you animate or write! Whip something up and enter it in to the competition to go in th


Prizes!
There will be three categories, and each category will have a first place prize, and a second place prize. Yes! That's right! You have SIX CHANCES TO WIN! The categories are as follows:
:bulletgreen: Originality - This category will be judged depending on how original your interpretation is. You need to make me fall off of my chair in amazement at how different your submission is from the rest of the entries.
:bulletgreen: Interpretation - This category will be judged depending on how well you interpret the two original characters. You need to take them for what they are, using references from any piece seen in this group, and then do them in your own style, but ensuring that you can still recognise the characters.
:bulletgreen: Vision - This category will be judged on the overall appearance of your entry. The piece that I favour most out of all entries will be chosen for this category.

So, what are the prizes?
The prizes for first place will be the same in each category, as will the prizes in second place. If you place first in Vision, you will receive the same prize as the winner of first place in the other two categories, and likewise for second place.

:new:EDIT: A THREE MONTH PREMIUM MEMBERSHIP will be awarded to the first place winner for the Vision section!:new:
:new:EDIT2: A personalised Marty and Tyran Mug will be awarded to the first place winner of the Interpretation section!:new:

First Place Prizes!
:bulletpurple: 200 points
:bulletpurple: A feature in my journal here at Phantom-Wolf42
:bulletpurple: A literature request

Second Place Prizes!
:bulletpurple: 100 points
:bulletpurple: A feature in my journal here at Phantom-Wolf42
:bulletpurple: A literature request

Marty and Tyran


A few select works from the Marty and Tyran collection!
gift-marty and tyran by Karshken
Courage by Phantom-Wolf42
Marty in Colour by Phantom-Wolf42
I'm No Bully by Phantom-Wolf42
Marty Silhouette Avatar by Phantom-Wolf42
Hound Dog by Phantom-Wolf42
There Is No Reason by Phantom-Wolf42

Marty and Tyran Stamp by Phantom-Wolf42
Skin by Phantom-Wolf42
  • Listening to: Panic Attack - Dream Theater
  • Reading: Maestro - Peter Goldsworthy
  • Drinking: Coke

NO MOAR SKOOL

Journal Entry: Wed Oct 26, 2011, 2:24 AM

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I FINISHED SCHOOL! YEAR 12 IS OVER!

It took me thirteen years to get to this place, and now, I'm THERE! School is over, now all that stands between me and freedom, is EXAMS!

By November 16th, I'll be UNEMPLOYED!

WOOOO

Marty and Tyran


A few select works from the Marty and Tyran collection!
gift-marty and tyran by Karshken
Courage by Phantom-Wolf42
Marty in Colour by Phantom-Wolf42
I'm No Bully by Phantom-Wolf42
Marty Silhouette Avatar by Phantom-Wolf42
Hound Dog by Phantom-Wolf42
There Is No Reason by Phantom-Wolf42

Marty and Tyran Stamp by Phantom-Wolf42
Skin by Phantom-Wolf42
  • Listening to: Panic Attack - Dream Theater
  • Reading: Maestro - Peter Goldsworthy
  • Drinking: Coke

New Journal Skin!

Journal Entry: Wed Oct 12, 2011, 4:20 AM

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JOURNAL SKIN REVISE!


So, I found an old journal skin I made, and decided to give it a new header image! And this is it!

The Marty and Tyran Appreciation Society


As my Original Characters Marty and Tyran have become a Trade Mark of my artistic ability, I decided I would create a group based around any and all works related to the dynamic duo. I hope, that this group will be able to provide me with feedback, ideas and alternate artistic interpretations of any other artists that wish to give these two fellow's a shot.

Any work from any artist revolving around these two will be accepted in to the group. Anything from literature, to fashion, and photography to traditional media will be greatly appreciated!

So why not head over to Marty-And-Tyran and check them out?
:iconmarty-and-tyran:

Edit

After determining that the original bannerhead didn't accommodate for users with smaller screens, I decided to edit the header image, enabling the entire graphic to be viewed even on smaller screens.

Original graphic:
Journal Skin Stock Image by Phantom-Wolf42

New graphic:
Journal Skin Header Image by Phantom-Wolf42

Edited new graphic:
Marty and Tyran Bannerhead by Phantom-Wolf42

Marty and Tyran


A few select works from the Marty and Tyran collection!
gift-marty and tyran by Karshken
Courage by Phantom-Wolf42
Marty in Colour by Phantom-Wolf42
I'm No Bully by Phantom-Wolf42
Marty Silhouette Avatar by Phantom-Wolf42
Hound Dog by Phantom-Wolf42
There Is No Reason by Phantom-Wolf42

Marty and Tyran Stamp by Phantom-Wolf42
Skin by Phantom-Wolf42
  • Listening to: Panic Attack - Dream Theater
  • Reading: Maestro - Peter Goldsworthy
  • Drinking: Coke

Marty and Tyran Appreciation Society!

Journal Entry: Tue Oct 11, 2011, 3:21 AM


FRIENDS! WATCHERS! ANYONE PASSING BY!

I recently created the group Marty-And-Tyran in appreciation of my two Original Characters Marty and Tyran!

I think you should click the hyperlink above and check out the group, join, and support these two fellows in their escapade across the artistic world!

Katelyn out!
Skin by Phantom-Wolf42
  • Listening to: Fall Out Boy
  • Playing: With explosives
  • Drinking: Coke

Studio Arts 2011

Journal Entry: Fri Sep 23, 2011, 9:27 PM


So, I'm in my final year of government schooling, and my classes are as follows;

Mathematical Methods
Studio Arts
English
English Literature
History; Revolutions

As part of my Studio Arts course, I was required to choose a theme, explore the concepts, and create a piece of work relating back to it. I chose the theme "The Past" and my first final piece involved building a carousel from scratch, and hanging my own edited photographs from it.

A requirement was to keep a folio as proof of the work, to let the examiners know that I did the work myself. To do this easily, I set up my camera to record footage of each stage.

When I finished the piece and right before it came time to hand it all in for assessment, I decided to create a video, compiling all the footage into a film. To see the film, visit www.youtube.com/watch?v=tE7kud…

Katelyn out!
Skin by Phantom-Wolf42
  • Listening to: Fall Out Boy
  • Playing: With explosives
  • Drinking: Coke

I'M LEGAL BITCHES!

Journal Entry: Fri Sep 2, 2011, 3:48 PM

Now I can do everything I USED to do, legally ;)



Haha but seriously, today is my 18th birthday!

Katelyn out!
Skin by Phantom-Wolf42
  • Mood: Longing
  • Listening to: For Those About to Rock - ACDC
  • Reading: Cracked.com
  • Watching: Doctor Who
  • Playing: With scissors
  • Eating: Pear
  • Drinking: The blood of a thousand dead soldiers

To Die for the Motherland...

Journal Entry: Thu Aug 4, 2011, 1:12 AM


Yep, just because. I have no idea how to title these things, so this will do. It has nothing to do with anything - that I know of.

ANYWAY! See scrolly box below for stuff about this AWESOME JOURNAL SKIN of mine. It became kind of popular so I decided I'd write a pointless journal to feature it.

Now, I know I've been slacking a little in relevance to art now... Here are my super-lame and totally not-good-enough excuses;

1. Year 12. Final year of high school... This is the year that supposedly counts, and after 13 years of schooling, this is the year that condenses all that into some pathetic number that I won't ever tell anybody anyway. So, I'm a bit busy preparing for important tests (we call SACs) and exams (in about 12ish weeks time).
2. I am part of two bands. I'm the bassist, so I'm kinda maybe a little important (not to blow my own horn or anything). Each band has music practice once a week, so there are four days down that I am being musical. I don't play constantly on these days, but it's enough.
3. I like to game. My computer hardly worked with games because the BIOS was out of date, but a mate helped me with that and now it plays games fine. I've decided that killing zombies is a favourite pass time of mine, and it's a good waste of time at that. Stuff school and whatnot, gaming is fun.
4. I actually DO still draw, and do digital art, and all that shiz. It's mostly for school, or boredom. But since I developed a keen interest in digitising my sketches, I've slacked off due to the effort needed to scan, edit and alter the sketches to a standard that I am happy with in order to let you all see it.

Those excuses will do for now.

Ok, so now I'm going to do this cool thing that I just decided to do. I'm going to go to the home page of deviantART, and thumb the first 4 pieces of art that I see, starting from most recent, going back four. See below;

Tangled: Incantation by ShadesOfAutumnCooking With Hannah. c: by Weasemo

Some Things About This Journal Skin...

Firstly, I wish to point out that no matter how pretty this journal skin may be, it is a tad difficult to use if you do not understand the basic concepts of CSS coding. Being without this knowledge means you may go without certain features such as the phrase under the title that reads "It's All in the Wording", and the use of this scrolly box. Here are three things you can do about this;
1. Get over that you don't know what you're doing, and just live with it.
2. Ask me how to take advantage of these features by commenting on the journal in its deviation form here: phantom-wolf42.deviantart.com/…
3. Go learn how. I did, and I then went on to create this journal skin. Imaging being able to make your own!

So there's that.

Secondly, I would like to say thank you to all the kind deviants who have liked this journal skin enough to use it, and credit me. This has become remarkably popular beyond my own expectations, and I thank you all for supporting it.

So, if you're reading this and you see this journal skin for the first time, why not visit phantom-wolf42.deviantart.com/… and comment on it? Or even add it to your favourites? I hate self-promotion, but whatever right?


Katelyn out!
Skin by Phantom-Wolf42
  • Mood: Longing
  • Listening to: Find Me Somebody to Love - Queen
  • Reading: "Necropolis" by Anthony Horowitz
  • Playing: WOULD be playing Left for Dead 2
  • Eating: "Porcupine Balls"... It's not what you t
  • Drinking: Coke! ILY coke!!! <3 :D :D
Let us title this "Boredom's Revenge"

1)Are you really ready for 111 questions?
Are YOU ready for some insightful answers? Yes? Well there's your answer.

2) Where are you taking this test at?
In the room in which I slumber

3) Was your last real relationship a mistake?
Haha! VERY possibly! Though I learnt some valuable lessons from it.

4) Who did you last say "I love you" to?
My Cousin, because she's epic :D I LOVE YOU KIM! :D :D

5) Do you regret it?
NEVER!

6) Have you ever been depressed?
Not CLINICALLY though I reckon January 2011 was pretty close.

7) Are you a boy or girl?
I am a female.

8) Do you have a job?
Yes, I am overworked and underpaid. My job is BEING AWESOME!

9) What is your relationship status?
Single. Because SHIT HAPPENS, but that's ok, coz better people come along and fix that :D

10) How do you want to die?
I want to die of extreme old age, flying across the stars in a spaceship

11) What did you last eat?
Chiko Roll

12) Played any sports?
I used to be a sprinter... Back in the day when I wasn't so unfit

13) Do you bite your nails?
Yes. Apparently it means I have an "oral fixation" meaning "I like things in my mouth" which sounds nasty...

14) When was your last physical fight?
Hmm... At my youth group, trying to wrench a sock from my cousin's foot :D

15) Do you have an attitude?
WHAT DOES IT MATTER TO YOU!?!?!? Lol, I kid, I kid. Yes, I do have an attitude.

16) Do you like someone?
Yes, I like someone. I like many people. But I also like a certain one person VERY much.

17) What is your real name?
Katelyn

18) What is the background of your computer screen?
A screenshot of the game Portal 2, with Wheatley floating in space apologising about being a jerk.

19) Are you gonna get high later?
High on LIFE! Or sugar.

20) Do you hate anyone at the moment?
I usually get over hating people, I just tend to dislike them majorly.

21) Do you miss someone?
Yes. His name is Chris.

22) Twirl or cut your spaghetti?
Neither. I stab it and fork it into my mouth

23) Do you tan a lot?
Naww, I have a dungeon tan; I don't get out much.

24) Have any pets?
Holly. She is brilliant. She's a dog :D

25) How exactly are you feeling?
Well, I miss someone, I am slightly jealous, kind of loopy and vengeful.

26) Ever eaten food in a car while someone or yourself is driving?
Ah, yes.

27) Ever made out in the bathroom?
I might have. But shut up!

28) Would you take any of your exes back?
Not at this point in time. One is completely off limits coz he's a jerk, the other is not a jerk.

29) Are you afraid of spiders?
Only if they are giant spiders and jump on me unexpectedly.

31) Do you regret anything from your past?
Yeah. His name is [Subject name here]


32) What are your plans for this weekend?
Well... My plans are to write a story pitch for cracked.com

33) Do you want to have kids?
Pssht, kids sound painful. But maybe one day I want one... or two. Wouldn't mind a set of twins. It'd make it easier on the PUSHING A WATERMELON OUT A LEMON-SIZED HOLE process...

34) Did you ever kiss someone whose name starts with an M?
Naww

35) Do you type fast?
ALL THE FREAKING TIME! Unless my hands are cold

36) Do you have piercings?
I did, but only gold piercings didn't infect themselves. When i lost them, no more piercings for me! :D

37) Want any more?
It's easier without them

38) Can you spell well?
Pneumonicultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia. Antidisestablishmentarianism.
So, yes.

39) Do you miss anyone from your past?
I miss... A kid called Darcy I went to primary school with, though that was years ago and I only remember him as he was. Short and funny :D

40) What are you craving right now?
Chips and coke

41) Ever been to a bonfire party?
Yes, because I like fire.

42) Have you ever been to jail?
Negative. I always do my crimes so that no one would ever prove that I did it.

43) Have you ever been on a horse?
I actually do not think so. Some country Australian kid I am...

44) Kissed someone in a pick up truck?
By pick-up truck, do you mean utility vehicle? (also, "pick-up" truck, gettit?) Also, no.


45) Have you ever broken someone's heart?
Probably, but that's their fault for falling in love with someone as dangerous as I am.

46) Have you ever been cheated on?
More or less, yes.

47) Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?
Let's go with boyfriend, and let's say... yes.

48) What time is it currently?
7.19pm

49) Would you live with someone without marrying them?
Yes, because that would mean I wouldn't be confined to my parent's home.

50) What should you be doing?
Finished my Cracked.com story pitch.

51) What's irritating you right now?
Being a lady.

52) Have you ever liked someone so much that it hurts?
Yes.

53) Does somebody love you?
I have no idea. I would like to think so. So, if you're reading this and you love me, feel free to let me know :D

54) What is your favorite color?
Melikes the green

55) Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?
Yes

57) Do you have trust issues?
Sometimes, usually only if I trust someone and they break the trust. Otherwise I'm inclined to tell random strangers everything.

58) You are over half way done with this. Are you sure you want to continue?
Yes, because there are questions here I want some people to read, and then see my answers. Why? That's MY secret agenda, not yours :D

59) Do you have any siblings?
I have two brothers I like to call Matthew and Chris, and a sister, who is called Meagan.

60) Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
I get in trouble with them for nothing lots of the time, so... Maybe? :D

61) Do you live with anyone?
Yeah, too many people.

62) Do you believe your most recent ex thinks about you?
I would hope not, because if he did, it'd probably be stuff like "IMA KILL THAT BITCH!"

63) Who was the last person you cried in front of?
Holly, because she's a brilliant dog and she doesn't judge me. She just hugs me, which is adorable.

64) Do you give out second chances too easily?
Yes, very easily.

65) Is it easier to forgive or forget?
Forgiving is easier. Forgetting is difficult (and I don't want to forget. I want to remember what I forgave).

66) Is this year the best year of your life?
Eh, it's un flux.

67) What was your child hood nickname?
Shelly-Belle

68) Have you ever walked outside completely naked?
No. Because I have dignity. I also have neighbours.

69) What is your motto in life?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA 69!

70) Do you believe everything happens for a reason?
On occasion. Pretty sure somethings are 'whoospie' moments.

71) What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?
Talked to Chris.

72) Do you have a best friend?
Um, actually no. I don't class mates like that. Usually they're "mates" or "close mates" and sometimes "brothers" - but not in the literal sense.

73) What is bothering you?
Someone I know who happens to have no compassion.

74) Have you ever been out of your country?
No, but I'd very much like to travel all over the joint.

75) Do you play the Wii?
I have played it once. I didn't find it too entertaining.

76) Are you listening to music right now?
Yes.

77) Do you like Chinese food?
Yes.

78) Do you know your Step-Dad's b-day?
I do not have a step Dad, thankyou for assuming my family is broken.

79) Are you afraid of the dark?
No, I love the dark.

80) Is cheating ever okay?
Depends on the context. Cheating on a boyfriend? Certainly not. Cheating on a test? Only if you know you're gonna fail it :D

81) Are you mean?
I can scare the pants off of people, if that's what you "mean" hahaha I am so hilarious

82) Can you keep white shoes clean?
If I don't wear them, yes :D

83) What was the last song you listened to?
Tempus Vernum by Enya

84) Do you believe in true love?
I have no idea. How do you know it if you find it?

85) What are you currently wearing?
Trackies, Top Gear shirt, hoodie

86) What do you wear to bed?
Trackies and a hoodie

87) What is the weather like right now?
Dark and cold? I dunno, I ain't the weatherman AND it's dark outside :D

88) Do you like the outside?
Only if it's hot, Sunny and there's a slight breeze. Or, alternatively, I'm outside with someone I like very much.

89) Are you currently bored?
Naww, I have stuff I could be doing

90) Do you wanna get married?
Umm... Please refer to this (which, ironically, I happened to write just before I started this) phantom-wolf42.deviantart.com/…

91) Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?
No. Babies are annoying, screaming, crying, pooping little monsters. Call me "Baby" and I will "Spit the dummy" I AM HILARIOUS!

92) Are you hungry?
Yes, starving. But I have a fat ass so i'll cope :D

93) Have you ever made out for more than a half hour straight?
I don't think I'd cope with anything that long. I'd run out of breath :D

94) What makes you happy?
Friends.

95) Would you change your name?
Yes. But not my first or middle names, only my last.

96) Ever been to Alaska?
Yes, IN MY DREAMS! seriously, I wanna go to Alaska :'(

98) Do you watch the news?
On occasion. Otherwise, what's going on in the world?

99) What' s your zodiac sign?
Virgo the Virgin :D

100) Do you like Subway?
The smell drives me nuts, food tastes good, the transport system is handy

101) Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?
Yes. Because he would probably stab me

102) Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
Firstly, all my mates are blokes, they're ALL awesome. If ONE of them liked me, I'd be like "sweet mate" and then that'd be it.

103) Do you like talking to your friends?
Um, yes. If I had no one to talk to, I would go insane. With insaneness.

104) What do you plan to do with the rest of your day?
Eat, talk and sleep.

105) Have you ever seen someone you knew & purposely avoided them?
Yeah, because that was someone who had a crush on me and scared the poop from my bowels.

106) Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?
Yes. All of them. Every single one.

107) Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?
My friend Matthew Fredricksen. Something about iPads...

108) Does it matter if your boyfriend/girlfriend smokes?
Yeah. Smoking is dirty, stinky and nasty. Though, I don't mind that people do it, it's all opinion. I once went off at my drunk ex for smoking.

109) Who's the last person you had a deep conversation with?
Matthew

110) Favorite lyrics right now?
"Give up the grudge,
Shut your f****** mouth,
Why you gotta judge,
Everybody but yourself?"

111) Can you count to one million?
Yep. Never have though, and probably never will, because counting nothing has no purpose.

Challenged by Scullfase

Journal Entry: Wed Apr 27, 2011, 11:31 PM




If you comment on this journal, I'll reply back saying:

1. Something I learned about you looking at your dA page for 13 seconds.
2. What color do you remind me of.
3. My first memory of you.
4. Something I've always wondered about you.
5. What I like the most of you.
6. I'll give you a weird name.
7. I'll tell you what it is on my shirt right now.
8. I'll challenge you to post this in your journal as well.

Drama Set Emoticon Stress Balls

Journal Entry: Wed Mar 9, 2011, 10:19 PM




Ok, so I no longer need more points to pay for the postage of my Secret Santa gift by Adreanna, as the parcel was lighter and fitted into a small envelope, so I managed to pay for it with what I already had...

But now that deviantART offers different postage methods, I have decided to ask for some donations to go towards buying and the postage for The Drama set of emoticon stress balls from the deviantWEAR store.

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It costs 960 points to buy the actual set, and a further 984 for the postage (which is the cheapest postage available).

I do commissions, if you would like something for your donations, otherwise, any and all donations are greatly appreciated!

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Please help me out!

Thanks,
Phantom-Wolf42

Six Word Story Contests

Journal Entry: Thu Feb 3, 2011, 1:52 AM




FIRSTLY
I do not claim to own the idea for six word story contests, I merely decided to hold some for my friends, with prizes such as art and whatnot.

SECONDLY
If you like writing, why not drop by the Facebook groupFacebook group, send a join request and wait for a theme to be posted on the wall? It's a great way to get to know other writers, and a fun way to use your literacy skills on another social network such as Facebook.

Rules for the group can be found here.

So come on over for a look, it's sure to be interesting!

PLEASE NOTE: If you join the group and I do not physically see you, you're prize should you win, will be art which will be posted here.