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Challenge: (++updated list)Hey you!
You should draw you and your beloved fursona.
Your real self.
Get to it! We will feature YOU in this journal; post your pictures in the comments.
I will update this journal quite often so you may have a space!
Some Additional Details!
-If you have a fursona ( animal self ) draw them and yourself!
-If you do not have a fursona, please, go right ahead and draw your favorite Original Character or your persona. This may be more directed at a fur/animal artist people, but honestly, anyone can join!
-This journal wont be going anywhere.THERE IS NO TIME LIMIT! ! Meaning, NO DEADLINE!
- Please don't feel like your artistic skill is not worthy , this is a welcoming journal to all styles, tastes, and skills!
-This is just for fun! No
New IdentityMello:This account is now
Two people run this account, Mello and Snappy.
Our new alias's ( which is just our new fursonas)
will be Hallow, Mello.
And Machine, Snappy.
New Fun Pokemon Challenge!Hello again! Right now we ( mello and snappy) want to host another fun challenge.
We want you to draw your pokemon self. Pokesona, Pokemon persona. whatever you want to call it!
A lot of you might already have one, submit that picture or perhaps you want to refresh and draw it again. It's good to start a new sometimes!
Your pokesona could be a favorite one , could be a pokemon that actually looks like you, maybe a pokemon that shares personality traits with you!
Yet again, there is no dead line to these challenges. And these challenges are no contest either! We are only challenging you draw what the theme is!
The purpose is just to have fun and share your works with people in or observing the challenge!
And! ( the section bellow will be removed later)
Before you think the previous challenge is over, it's not!
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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