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I have been thinking a lot about my gallery and the current state that it is in and decided that it is need of an update/rearrangement.

Most the stuff in there is disorganized as fuck. Plus, there are some works that I plan on redoing at some point as well as some of the stuff from my newbie years that I'm not particularly proud of (Rockman related works I am looking at you) so I'm putting them in the scraps. I'm not deleting anything, though. They hold a lot of memories for me and I love going back to read the comments that people had left. It's also a way of looking back at who I was then and who I am now, both as a person and an artist. I'm not doing this right away. Just thought that I would give people a heads up.

In other news, I will be graduating next year in the spring/summer and heading off to UCF for my degree in writing and social studies (maybe).

It feels so surreal, thinking about it.

I have no idea as to what I am going to after college aside from traveling, posting art, and working with my siblings.

Is anyone else going through this right now or am I over thinking things?
  • Mood: Content
  • Listening to: Multiple things
  • Reading: Fanfiction
  • Watching: Multple things on YouTube
  • Playing: Nothing
  • Eating: Cheese crackers and fruit
  • Drinking: Water and Lemonade

~run boy run, this world was not meant for you~

The little boy laid prone on the ground, his school uniform covered in dirt and soot from the gunpowder. His Viking helmet had been blown off of his head from the blast while one of his shoes had flown off when he had landed. No one could tell if he was dead or alive. All they could do was pray that he was not yet another casualty of war…

~sometime in the distant past…or is it the future? ~

He was late yet again, the priest thought as he entered the church. By this time, all of the people in the village had assembled for the morning services. As usual, he wiped his boots on the doormat, took off his gloves and hung his coat on the coat hanger. He then approached the window and looked at his hands, his mind drifting off to days of love and loss.

Why…?’ he thought. ‘Why am still here?’

He pulled himself out of his darkness, shaking his head to rid himself of the demons that yearned to pull him back into the abyss. This is why he had taken this job in the first place: to heal and to live the light as he did before the war. He then straightened himself and opened the double doors, alerting the people of his presence. Everyone stood up as he walked down the aisle, greeting them and thanking them for coming to his services. As usual, they would reply back with respect and wonder in their eyes. He approached the lavabo, washing his hands and face. After that, it was time for the service to begin.

“Today, I will tell you a story about a man who drowned in the cold waters of the ocean after the loss of the one he loved.” he said. “This is a story about man who died twice.”

He sat on the organ bench, took a deep breath and let himself be lost in the music and his memories.

~I love you~

Once there was a young man who was a beloved priest in the village. This man was respected by everyone and because of his kindness and wisdom, the village had flourished. One day, war had struck the country and while the village was not involved, there were many casualties. The priest was called to aid in the war, not as a soldier but to help with funeral services and to boost morale. Wanting to help guide these brave souls in their most desperate hour, the priest left the village and swore to return with peace gracing the land once more. What a naive fool he was. The war had soon spread out to the countryside and soon he was amongst the casualties. That is, so it was thought for the priest was no ordinary man. When he was born, he was blessed to survive and overcome any obstacle that stood in his way. However, this was taken it its most literal extremes as the man was also immortal. The priest longed for home away from the horrors of war and had begun his travel back home. He had prayed that the village had not been caught up the crossfire and that the war would end soon. What a naive fool he was.  The war did not end until years later and by the time he had come back, there was no village to come back to. The village had been pulled into the fray and what with the population being full of pacifists who had no means of defense or knowledge of fighting, it did not stand a chance. Everything had been ransacked and the villagers were either taken as slaves or were killed. Amongst them was the priest’s wife. Devastated, the priest wondered in the mountains, with his faith lost and his heart broken. He never ate nor slept nor stop walking. For days and nights, he was a zombie who lumbered alone in the mountainside. This was his routine until finally he came across a beach. He looked at the ocean, the cold sea breeze regaining some feeling in his body. It was then that he decided that this place was to be his grave site. He walked into the water and kept walking until the ground had disappeared. Then, he let himself sink into the dark depths and allowed himself to be claimed by Death. What a naive fool he was. As he sunk, a pod of humpback whales swam around him and a bright light surrounded him. It was then that he had finally accepted oblivion and the turmoil in his heart ceased.

~where are you? ~

The man recovered from his trance, gasping for air. His face was pale and he was drenched with sweat. Behind him, the service-goers were getting up to leave. Soon, the church was finally devoid of everyone but the priest. He got up from the organ chair and looked down at his hands. The burns that he had received from the war were reappearing on his hands and the waves of torment which he thought were quelled had stirred up once more. He did not know how this was happening as these wounds had completely healed until they were not even visible on his skin. A feeling of dread filled the priest once more as the ghoulish sound of military brass filled his head and he was sucked back into his memories once more…

~deep in the ocean, dead and cast away~

The war was reaching its end and the rebels were losing badly. All that remained was a priest, a tattooed man wielding a mace, a messenger boy and his owl, a hooded assassin who held a thick sword in his hands, a samurai that weld a halberd that belonged to one of his fellow comrades, a warrior from the mountains who rode on his white steed and another warrior from the woodlands with his two wolf companions. The rest of the soldiers were all brutally slaughtered, the latest causality being a young schoolboy wearing a Viking helmet, wielding a sword and shield. He charged into the fray surrounded by horned creatures born from the dirt and grass and a pirate ship that sailed on land. No one knew how he had managed to pull off such great feats nor they knew of his origins but nevertheless, his assistance was greatly appreciated and quickly welcomed with open arms. Alas, even with having greater numbers than the enemy, it was all for naught. In one fell swoop, they were wiped out faster than a beat of hummingbird’s wings and the little boy had too met his untimely and unfortunate end. The remaining warriors told the priest to take the little someplace safe and pray his soul and for theirs. They know that this battle was lost and whatever hope, be it false or be it true, was lost. They were now in the hands of whatever deity still had them in their favor. So the priest ran off to a nearby temple that was abandoned yet surprisingly and miraculously intact. He laid the boy onto a marble slab, took out his pocket bible and prayed like never before. He beseeched to every god and demon his mind could bring up with the hope that one of them would give these poor mortals good fortune…

~where innocence is burned in flames ~

The warriors rallied up for what was going to be their last battle, eyes burning bright with determination than despair. They saw the familiar pitch black of soot, the ominous aroma of smoke and death and the billowing of storm clouds. With a rowdy battle cry, they charged into the fray for the last time. This was all for naught. From the clouds rained familiar cannons of a fantastic mixture of smoke and clouds that exploded on impact. No one know what they were made out of aside from those two elements but they knew they acted like cannonballs and they took out whatever was nearby the impact site. What was different this situation was how ruthless the enemy was. One by one the warriors were wiped out as they charged to the pure white castle was located in the heart of the city. When the smoke cleared all that was left was a burning flag with two keys that shaped into a X.

~I’m ready for the fight and fate~

Woodkid (Creative Writing Fiction Assignment)
I had meant to post this way, way earlier than this but better late than never. :iconorzplz:

The story the behind this story is that this was one of my major assignments for the Creative Writing class that I took last semester. The class had to write a fictional short story but only a select few had to present it to the class. Take a wild guess as to who was in the roster. Yep, yours truly! Not that I minded. In fact, I was pretty happy to talk about my work! :iconkermityayplz:

Anyway, this is the revised version of the fiction assignment (we had to pick which one of our pieces to revise for our final grade) and I have to admit, I consider this to my best work yet! Especially with the comments the teachers and my classmates gave me about it! :iconhappytearsplz:

As a little bonus, I'll put the short essay we had to write here (since that was also part of our final assignment) and expand on it a little more.

As you can all tell, this story is entirely based on my interpretations of Woodkid’s music videos (this is written prior to his latest video) as well as a way for me to develop my writing skills a bit for a project I’m currently doing (said project being Crossover Hell). So far, I’m happy with the way it had turned out.

In rewriting this piece, I initially thought of adding in Woodkid’s “Run Boy Run” into the story as well, but when I actually wrote it out, it made the story sound awkward so I just referenced it at the top of the “I Love You” part and in the “Iron” part. The boy mentioned in all three (four now as of The Golden Age) of Woodkid’s videos is very crucial in the plot and it was made clear in “Run, Boy, Run” hence the title. However, “Run, Boy, Run” is a moment that had happened prior to “Iron” and with the way it was set up, I could not figure out a way to write out the complete story of that particular video, so I had to cut it out. 

I'm thinking about rewriting this to add in "The Golden Age" and expand the plot a little more since the assignment had a lot of set limits.

If you need a little more context, here are the links to the music videos mentioned. Play them while reading to get the full experience:

Iron: www.youtube.com/watch?v=vSkb0k… (Assassin's Creed fans, this song should sound familiar to you!)

Run Boy Run: www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmc21V…

I Love You: www.youtube.com/watch?v=5coTdZ…

Impressed? Good! Here are places where who can find this musical badass!

YouTube: www.youtube.com/user/WOODKIDMU…

Tumblr: woodkid.tumblr.com/

Website: www.woodkid.com/

Support this man! He is a fucking genius! :iconyeahplz:

In the essay, I also talked about my writing style a little bit. It is actually based on how manga and anime writers would do flashbacks during crucial moments in their scenes. Then, as I was writing my crossover fanfiction that I'm currently working on, it evolved into this. You guys are going to see more of this style in Crossover Hell and any other stuff I write.

Music is the one of the major driving forces behind my writing and this is basically my love letter to it. 

As for the title, I couldn't come with anything that had any oomph to it and ended up calling it as it is.

I'll post the poetry assignment sometime later.

Sorry for not being here as much as far as posting stuff goes. Most of the time I just lurk around and chat with people. I might post more sometime in the future.

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I have been thinking a lot about my gallery and the current state that it is in and decided that it is need of an update/rearrangement.

Most the stuff in there is disorganized as fuck. Plus, there are some works that I plan on redoing at some point as well as some of the stuff from my newbie years that I'm not particularly proud of (Rockman related works I am looking at you) so I'm putting them in the scraps. I'm not deleting anything, though. They hold a lot of memories for me and I love going back to read the comments that people had left. It's also a way of looking back at who I was then and who I am now, both as a person and an artist. I'm not doing this right away. Just thought that I would give people a heads up.

In other news, I will be graduating next year in the spring/summer and heading off to UCF for my degree in writing and social studies (maybe).

It feels so surreal, thinking about it.

I have no idea as to what I am going to after college aside from traveling, posting art, and working with my siblings.

Is anyone else going through this right now or am I over thinking things?
  • Mood: Content
  • Listening to: Multiple things
  • Reading: Fanfiction
  • Watching: Multple things on YouTube
  • Playing: Nothing
  • Eating: Cheese crackers and fruit
  • Drinking: Water and Lemonade

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DarkPika-Sama
DarkPika
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Art Style: Writing, 3D, Drawing and Pixel
Main Art Style: Writing, ranging from fanfics to crossovers
Profile Picture was done by Zeto-Kun, a wonderful friend and artist

I love to write. It's practically my calling. So...if you have a story request or you need a beta for your work, don't be afraid to ask. Also, I can take criticism so if there's something that needs to addressed, please leave a comment. I also accept suggestions as well. I am very outgoing and friendly.

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zkfanart Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2014
Happy and Happy B-Day! :iconcakeplz::hug:
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DarkPika-Sama Featured By Owner 5 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you! :iconsnugplz:
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zkfanart Featured By Owner 5 days ago
welcomeeee! aww :iconcatsmileplz: meow
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DarkPika-Sama Featured By Owner 5 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
How are you? What have you been doing? :D
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LORETANA Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2014  Professional Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday! :party: I wish you only the positive impressions of this year!
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DarkPika-Sama Featured By Owner 5 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you so much! :iconsupertighthugplz:
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megumimaruidesu Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the watch! ;7;/ :heart:
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DarkPika-Sama Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome! :la:
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DamaiMikaz Featured By Owner Aug 21, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for adding 50 facts meme and artbook feature to your favorites. I'm glad you like my writing :)
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DarkPika-Sama Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome! Your writing is always a treat to read!
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