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Navy's Winter Night Contest
Alas I am hosting another contest! Since I am a lover of the night, and I know many of you out there are too, I am hosting a Winter night contest! So! Here's the deal...
There are going to be three options in this contest. A Digital/Traditional option, a Literature, and a photography option. But there will be only ONE winner overall the options. I just wanted to provide a few categories for those who are not strong in digital art and who perhaps wanted the choice of writing instead of drawing. Basically you can choose whichever section you want. And if you want to make a digital art piece and enter a poem / short story you can. All in all the sections are for you to choose from. You can enter however many times in however m
Christmas contestSince my last contest wasn't a success xD
This contest has the theme Christmas, what a shock huh?
I want you to make the a really good Christmas picture with Guy and Gary (their winter fur)
You can draw them with either
• Linearts are NOT allowed!
• DO NOT COPY!!
• You have to make a background for this contest!
• You can make them feral or furry, but NOT human!
First prize: 500
Second prize: 200
Third prize: 50
Deadline: January 1st
Guy And Gary by AtomicLEGO
CE: Merry Christmas by Drerika
Guy and Gary Contest by rawrisiloveuindino
The daily life of a Wolfaboo.Please read before reading the rest of the text below:
After seeing the amount of wolfaboos on places such as deviantART, YouTube, Facebook etc, I thought it would be interesting to try and reconstruct the life of the average wolfaboo and get an insight to just how arrogant and pathetic these uneducated people are. Another thing to point out is that the text below is written in decent-enough English, and that a wolfaboo would rarely, if ever, type/ write like that, just so you know.
The daily life of a Wolfaboo...
Saturday morning. I woke up and saw it was 11:00am, but I remembered that having the wolf as my inner animal meant I had to stay up late last night and howl at the moon when my mother had gone out. I growled and stretched like a wolf would, because after all, I am a wolf, right? I looked at all my wolf books and stories all over my messy bedroom. I saw my Wolf's Rain DVDs, and I sighed with happiness. It was all true. Wolves really can leap at very high altitude, have a pa
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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