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The reason I smile is to show the fangs.

Lords of War - otep With confidence in our armed forces, with the unbounding determination of our people, we will gain the inevitable triumph. So help us, God More wars on foreign shores More names for us to mourn To misguide the misinformed To ignore the sick and poor Thus, we praise the lords of war On our knees and beg for more A fresh poison for the weak Filthy little beasts Bred to conform It's the dwarfed souls of greedy men Feculent, arrogant That shackles our young to the cold concrete And empty their guns into bodies They scream "I'm not guilty" They scream "I'm not guilty" But cowards here are only what they fear Shoot until the threat stops I'd rather be in battle than at peace I'd rather be a wolf than a sheep I'd rather be in battle than slaughtered like cattle The weak can sleep while You were born to be led That's what religion says With a bifurcated tongue America eats its young Bullet-toothed, empty gods Paralyze the minds and contest the thoughts With devils everywhere Bombs bursting in the air Drones flown over thrones Of bone and brimstone Sabers rattle in the homes Of the cowards and the crones As they shackle our young Blood stains the streets Pigs empty their guns in their bodies Bow down to the lords of war On your knees for the lords of war Bow down to the lords of war On your knees for the lords of war We rise in defiance We won't remain silent To triumph over tyrants And police violence Shoot until the threat stop We're not guilty Help us God The lords of war On your knees for the lords of war Bow down to the lords of war What is so terrible about a child screaming? Why should it disturb us? Just because we happen to be there to hear it? What about the child who comes from an inadequate home, where he gets no encouragement from his parents Where he doesn't have enough to wear, he doesn't have enough to eat, he comes to school hungry... This beautiful, breathtaking #embracingnightmares

It was slow work paddling but we got going We reached deep water, but that was all right because we had both nearly learned to swim. After a while we entered the sound near Red Rock. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson

Now I had to make up my mind. And that's an awful thing to have to do. Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson. #dailydrawing #toveJansson

Santa Claus has parked his sleigh on a rooftop, unloaded gift sacks and Christmas presents, but gotten stuck in a chimney upside down.

"How could I ever love you." -Nox- Ladies and gents here is Nox my new son. He is the dark prince in the universe with Chump. Nox is latin for night.

The Tool Bench marks my 50th canvas—completed exactly one year to the day after I finished my very first one. This piece is a tribute to work, memory, and the quiet corners where both creativity and responsibility live. Drawn entirely freehand, it’s built like a snapshot of a lived-in workspace: mismatched tools, worn wood, scribbled reminders, and the little personal things that actually make a place yours. The clipboard holds a “Honey-Do” list that never seems to end. The Polaroid-style sketch of my wife sits taped to the wall like a reminder of why the work matters. The shadows on the back wall match the tools lying on the bench—suggesting a moment in progress, a task paused, life happening between motions.

This is day 1 of drawing Sonic characters and it’s the man himself. Sonic is very fast who lives in green hill zone, loves eating chili dogs, and bashing Dr, Eggman and his machines. No matter where he goes, he will always keep on running. Sonic belongs to Sega

Elias Rosenshaw 8/29/2025 Mixed media on toned tan paper. Starting next week, I'm going back to college. I'm very excited for my courses, especially art & writing. It will be a great opportunity to explore my curiosities, improve my art skills, and grow as a person. I will share my art assignments if my instructors allow it. I would also like to write a little about each piece, which may be required for my assignments anyway. Lately, I've been inspired by fantasy & fairytale artwork. I think fantasy & horror will make good focuses for my pre-BFA portfolio. This was a little experiment with a fairytale aesthetic. One of my goals is to use limited art supply sets & swap out colours as they run out. I feel the first colours I picked out fit with aesthetic well. I'm proud of this drawing, especially the dress & the night sky. However, I can see some areas that I should've done differently. I'm not happy with the proportions & foreshortening of the limbs. Also, I shouldn't have used a background colour for the flowers. I added the colour to cover up a smear from the watercolour. I should avoid making large areas of solid colour, especially with my coloured pencils. I am learning & improving.

The final piece, enjoy! I got the idea from the song Invasion by Iniko.

You know you can always count on me, friend Like no one else, I've gotten used to the coldness of the stone So I can be with you often Silver rain will wash away the tears of the Dread Sky I will rise with the sun… I will rise with the sun… - Valyrym.  Referring to the story "The Dragon In The Dungeon" Some say I'm hitting the point. So I strike again. When the Writer dies, the World creates a seemingly imperceptible void, a void waiting to be filled, greedily begging others for revelation.  For the next One to take its place in this great spiral. Light. Narrow tunnel. Echoes. Arise. Rest in Peace Coyote - Of The Wilds was a talented writer, author of many fantastic stories which he never managed to finish. He was able to convey true, deep emotion through words, through many unfinished stories. Now, through the ending of the Story. These stories have contributed a lot to my life in 2020, as I wrote about in “Split Of… Personality”. Like for many others, he inspired me to create. I wrote “Split Of Fate”, deleted it, now I'm bringing it back to life, but I also have other plans - regarding the stories of Of The Wilds… but more on that later… This was difficult to draw. Difficult without getting eyes wet. Just a quick doodle… Well, if I were nearby, I would place an apple on his grave. 

(PS I hadn't drawing Felipe & junior on an date in 6 month's / now almost 7 months l exp last time was Jeffpayricks day 2025 the one where Felipe had his childhood bff non blood related friend named junior back in March 2025 for st jeffpayricks day in pot of gold together was last time i drew the 2 together on. *Ps:not my bestest work yet but its great tho! Due colors r too bright and its an Finished rn i draw this 3 person drawing on this.

Trying something on new app and tablet.

I have painted this art when I was in 8th grade as a homework, but my teacher wasn’t see my sketch from some reasons and I came to sad cuz I work hard for it. So I upload it to show at least to you!

As awesome as summer and winter are, I love the transitional seasons the best, especially fall. It's the best time to do sports, orienteering, bird watching, hikes. The crisp air feels so good, and I love the rustle of the dead leaves and grasses on a windy day. While sometimes I get sad to see the branches bare, I also love looking at and analyzing their structure. I find it fascinating that a tree can go from this mighty, fluttering thing to a spindly, knobby structure and remain fundamentally unchanged. It's a bit of a miracle

I'm in immense emotional inconsistency and I miss this person so much. -I remember painting this in the month of October... around sunset, at the terrace with cheap acrylics and 1 paint brush on a foamy material that comes with jeans or cloths.. I made this in appreciation of a person i love..

"Like maggots in a dog's carcass, they fill me, my children..." A cosmic being known as "The Sleeper", "The Ugly", but most often he is proudly called "The Father". "Like maggots in a dog's carcass, they fill me, my children..." A cosmic being known as "The Sleeper", "The Ugly", but most often he is proudly called "The Father". I SWEAR I made him before I knew about Barbatos. Anyway, The Father sleeps deep beneath Gotham and unwittingly poisons the city and its population with his toxic aura. He is known to his cult as the God of Madness and Chaos. He simply cannot control his influence on those around, which makes him a villain of a tragic fate. I figured his existence would be a good enough explanation for why Gotham is such a rotten piece of society, with very creative supervillains who loves to be so extra and why they not executed horribly for everything they've done. The cult of his worshippers is quite old and includes a huge number of people trying to keep him asleep, because if he wakes up and gets out of his prison, it will be the end of the city, and maybe not only the city... I should point out: he's not actually a god, he's an alien, and he's not the embodiment of "chaos and madness" - he's a cosmic horror, most likely mentally ill and therefore his aura is toxic. He didn't create the villains or Batman, but his aura affected the environment in which they were created.

Erik Satie (1866–1925) In 1898, Satie moved from Paris’s Montmartre district to the working-class suburb of Arcueil, where he would live for the rest of his life. Most mornings, however, the composer returned to the city on foot, walking a distance of about six miles to his former neighborhood, stopping at his favorite cafés along the way. According to one observer, Satie “walked slowly, taking small steps, his umbrella held tight under his arm. When talking he would stop, bend one knee a little, adjust his pince-nez and place his fist on his hip. Then he would take off once more, with small deliberate steps.” His dress was also distinctive: the same year that he moved to Arcueil, Satie received a small inheritance, which he used to purchase a dozen identical chestnut-colored velvet suits, with the same number of matching bowler hats. Locals who saw him pass by each day soon began calling him the Velvet Gentleman. The last train back to Arcueil left at 1:00 A.M., but Satie frequently missed it. Then he would walk the several miles home, sometimes not arriving until the sun was about to rise. Nevertheless, as soon as the next morning dawned, he would set off to Paris once more. The scholar Roger Shattuck once proposed that Satie’s unique sense of musical beat, and his appreciation of “the possibility of variation within repetition,” could be traced to this “endless walking back and forth across the same landscape day after day.” Indeed, Satie was observed stopping to jot down ideas during his walks, pausing under a streetlamp if it was dark. During the war the streetlamps were often extinguished, and rumor had it that Satie’s productivity dropped as a result. - From Daily Rituals: How Artists Work by Mason Currey

A Diclonius from Elfen Lied. Not done yet still need more finishing touches

(Gel Fineliner on A5 Paper) It has to be the reason why we can't all speak French. Either that or they're completely useless at their jobs.;P

Benjamin Franklin (Part 2) The plan worked, up to a point. After following the course several times in a row, he found it necessary to go through just one course in a year, and then one every few years. But the virtue of order—“Let all your things have their places; let each part of your business have its time”—appears to have eluded his grasp. Franklin was not naturally inclined to keep his papers and other possessions organized, and he found the effort so vexing that he almost quit in frustration. This timetable was formulated before Franklin adopted a favorite habit of his later years—his daily “air bath.” At the time, baths in cold water were considered a tonic, but Franklin believed the cold was too much of a shock to the system. He wrote in a letter: I have found it much more agreeable to my constitution to bathe in another element, I mean cold air. With this view I rise early almost every morning, and sit in my chamber without any clothes whatever, half an hour or an hour, according to the season, either reading or writing. This practice is not in the least painful, but on the contrary, agreeable; and if I return to bed afterwards, before I dress myself, as sometimes happens, I make a supplement to my night’s rest, of one or two hours of the most pleasing sleep that can be imagined. From Daily rituals by Mason Currey #daulyrituals #inktober #benjaminfranklin @masoncurrey

(Gel Fineliner on A5 paper) One of the age-old responses from dog-owners: “He won't bite you” along with “He's good with children.” He's a dog, and like all dogs, they're bred from wolves. Given half the chance they'd revert back to their natural pack instinct. The only reason they don't is that they see you as the pack leader who regularly feeds and pampers them. “Oh, my little darling isn't like that!” I hear you say, as if you're talking about a child. “He gives me kisses by licking my face. It's his way of saying how much he loves me.” He licks his balls and arsehole with that tongue, so what's he really saying there?

I’ve been getting more and more into vocaloid as of recently, so I thought I’d do a lil fanart sorta as a token of appreciation for it existing :3. If any of you guys have listened to any vocaloid music, what’s your favorite song? Who’s your fav vocaloid?

For some reason I can't stop looking at it.

Caption with my camera About me: i am a wandering person likes taking photo with my camera and showing my hobby to everybody

Much like "Orange", I used my orange and yellow Ohuhu markers to create this spooky,hilarious drawing of a wolf (not a werewolf) getting up close and personal with the moon, and it's inhabitants.

Helloo. This is my persona/main character/etc. This was just a simple reference for myself mostly, I may or may not make a whole full body reference until later though. I don't know if the nosebleed is going to be permanent. 8/21/2023 edit: I think I may rename him "Forlorn."

Introducing Remy Thompson, journalism major, murder club member, and professional introvert. When he’s not reading for his job, reading up on victims and criminals, or reading for school, you can probably find him at the library with his one and only friend, (his roommate) or in his dorm being jealous of Darling’s many friends.

**Are Red Foxes Endangered?** Currently, red foxes do not have such a status. The IUCN claims that the mammals’ population is stable and does not consider red foxes to be endangered. In fact, they also say that their highest population density is in the UK. Up to 30 red foxes per square 0.5km can exist. However, in the UK the red fox population has fallen by about 41% from 1995 until 2017. There are several large threats to the red fox population, mainly habitat losses and fragmentations, plus exploitation and hunting. Habitat loss is the most serious of them all. Luckily for the species, they are very adaptable and can live in different conditions, which is also one of the reasons foxes have been regular visitors to urbanised areas and people’s yards. They come to look for food, which their natural habitat offers less of. In the UK, there are some strict rules about dealing with foxes on your property and you can get a serious fine or even get jailed if you do not follow them.