WE ARE WAITING FOR THE DEVIANTART GROUPS SYSTEM LAUNCH
TO RESTART PROPERLY THIS COMMUNITARIAN INTERACTIVE OPEN SOURCE GRAPHIC NOVELS ONLINE PRODUCTION GAME GROUP ACCOUNT
Till there we are Also developing our Both WebSite Organisms
Thank You So Much !
RPGSI STUDIO ADMIN
The Roots of love
Within the big tree of live ..
From both efforts
From both fighting
For both dreams
Of a better living.
There can't be love
Without a home
Any sort of home
A cabin even a hut
Love must have it
And must be build by two.
Since the ancient times
Love & fighting are deep connected
Finding your Soul Matte
Finding the better one for you
Can take a whole life
But then be just the beginning of the biggest fight
As Love only survives when both can win together the fighting for stability
Love and fighting for the better live winning
Love for fighting for
Of a common ground establishing
Of one self, of the couple
All the many sentimental theories about love
In the end ... are bulshit
You can love a lot . but if you do not effort
For that financial establishing of both
Love will fade without a home.
That's why so many girls
So many Sometimes they
Just don't join to a man
Because they love.
But because that man
Can give them a home
And just that
And that is wrong
And mere weakness
But the true
Is that, if you love someone.
You first of all must fight side by side
So both can build their home together as a family
With That person, that you love.
There is no other way
If there is not Both sides Daily Efforts
You cant Reach
You cant Stablish
Love & a Hut
Love and the family
Love needs a home
Love needs earnings
Love needs stability
Love needs achievements
So that can grow and establish itself
No matter how desperate and intense a love can be
No Matter how far apart it may be ..
Without that home
That project that dream of both hearts
Without that fighting and acknowledge from both
If one just quits from fighting from both
If one stops fighting to maintain that home
Without Watering Those roots Everyday
For that Tree of love
To become strong and alive
Love just stops being pure
And it starts to be convulse
Starts being Sadness
Starts being a Slave
And stops being
Which is a fight
Both Must do
Love must be free
So we must fight together
For love establishing, for love freedom
In reality .. In Efforts, financially ...
That's the real meaning for the ancient saying
That "love without a hut just cannot be"
If you love you must build a home for that love
You must build a financial common ground
That can give both, freedom & establishing
And both must fight daily for it.
If you want love to survive.
You Need ways for those 2 be financially independent
Love needs financial independence
As much as it needs freedom
As much the roots of a tree need water to grow
And to achieve that Live establishing
Doing what both most love to do
Its a big fighting ahead
Especially if both are somehow artists
And plan to live together
And build a home
Just out of Art.
Might be the biggest challenge ever.
A couple can face ...
As just one to live a live out of art is so difficult ..
Wanting or not ...
Achievements and results
Of all kinds That only with many efforts together can come
They make what love is ...
And wanting or not
Money is the water that makes things grow
So there is a need of a project together
Of making money together and have achievements.
And only within that establishing ground
Achieve their freedom .
In this world... Even entire fields of dreams ...
Grow out of bringing the water of achievements to the land...
Making money ... Together.
ANd its not "The money" ...
Its The Responsibility of both fighting for
Money is worthless ...
Gold is just a stone melted down
But Efforts is what makes it ...
A Better live with Both Efforts Fighting together
That must be a responsibility of both
If both love, both must fight for that better live through dreams together
From the mere dreams of a better living.
Houses are Build
Families are constructed
Thing that just one alone fighting
There is no Couple
There is no family
There is no love
And for that be achieved
Is a hell lot difficult ...
And the fight for financials ...
Have no meaning ..
The search for fame and gold
Ends up with no goal , alone.
Love is a big tree that needs to be planted and watered everyday together
And seed and grown
Not just in a soft heart ground ...
In a place where there is water and financials and nourishing ...
So that love can maintain itself alive
And the tree of that love
Could Grows and become
Beautifully large reaching far
With fruits of love borning
From and for both.
For the same Dream
For a both
RabenseeleIch stand am Waldesrand. Zwei alte Raben, ihr Federkleid das prächtigste, das ich je sah, sahen auf mich nieder. Wie jeden Artgenossen begrüßte ich sie mit einem geflüsterten 'Hallo Bruder, Hallo Schwester'.
Ihre dunklen Augen blickten in mein Innerstes, und ihr weißes Blinzeln gewährte mir die kürzesten Einblicke in eine andere Welt. Ich kam näher, doch meine schwarzen Freunde blieben ruhig auf ihrer Eiche sitzen, eng aneinander geschmiegt und mit Jahren voller Zweisamkeit zwischen ihnen. Doch die Ruhe währte nicht. Zwei Menschen schlichen durch das Gestrüpp, so angestrengt leise. Doch die Raben waren auf der Hut, machten sich bereit - sie flogen und zogen ihre Kreise über das Feld. Ihre Federn schimmerten im Sonnenlicht, zeigten mir ihre wahren Farben, schillernd wie ein Regenbogen.
Nach nur einer Weile kamen sie zurück, landeten vor mir auf dem Boden in geübter Anmut. Ihr Schrei erhallte, fuhr mir durch Mark und Bein
Elennya - under construction
About the World
Explanation Of Used Terms
PLEASE NOTE that I stopped doing the tales in the old "image+story"-format and will redo the already finished ones, too.
Go here to see a collection of Elennya related Artworks!
if only for the night.she did not
want love, she wanted
thorns twisted in her
digging into the
sharp metal. she
needed to b r e a k
people. and she had
the devil in her
eyes and death on
i knew by the
way she wrapped her
hands around my
wrists she could
destroy me. sn / ap my
bones at will but
she never did and
the blue of her eyes
we spent one night
staring at the
on paper-skin and
pretending to be
artists of the universe
just to feel
(before she left we
lay side by side at dawn with
our chests splintered.)
Price of Love-Slave!GreecexRoman!Reader Final
Marcus was gone; with any luck, for forever. After three weeks, you were beginning to feel as if maybe, he wouldn’t come around again. You could hope for that at least. Maybe you were actually going to get to live peacefully now.
Being part of a Germanic tribe was surprisingly civilized. You had always expected horrific things and monsters at your door every day, animals attempting to eat you, that sort of thing. There was none of that though. None of the Germanics actually seemed barbaric to you. And that was opposite of what you expected. Even though you’d always tried to give their kind the benefit of the doubt, you knew that you hadn’t been able to completely dislodge the idea that they were.
Actually, the Germanics, in many ways, were more civilized than the Roman world you had grown up in. The lifestyle was easier, and more civilized, but the people themselves lacked much of what the Germanics had. Sure, the Germanics could be every bit
Price of Love- Slave!GreecexRoman!Reader part 11
It was raining in Rome. Or at least you assumed it was. You could hear the pounding of the drops as they hit the streets. Water dripped through the cracks which now seemed almost bigger than they used to be. When the rain had started you were sure you had been pretty delusional. Three days and your brain had already started to shut down. But once the first drop of water hit your cheek you felt revived, and searched for a puddle to suck up. Usually you'd never consider drinking water out of a puddle, but a person dying from thirst really isn't picky.
You felt almost completely revived after you drank several puddles of water. The problem now was that you were feeling your hunger. Really feeling it. Before you had been too out of it and thirsty to truly notice how hungry and tired you felt.
Back when you were small you remembered some of the physicians telling your father you would be prone to sickness. Apparently they weren't wrong. You were pretty sure you had developed a fever. Not a
Price of Love- Slave!GreecexRoman!Reader part 10
Heracles cursed loudly at his new owner as he was roughly escorted down the street. Few people even spared him a glance; this sort of thing wasn't all that unusual, and not really worth any extra thoughts or anyone's attention.
Heracles was very displeased with the latest turn of events. He had a few bruises already due to his captors being unwilling to bring him somewhat peacefully, but what he really hated was the likelihood that he would never see _____ again. She had given his life some sort of purpose, and originally he thought that all he really felt toward her was gratitude and friendship. But once Marcus had come and separated him from her -likely forever- he realized that he actually loved her. Whether or not she returned those feelings was something he would never know, not with the future he faced. And that was truly the first regret he ever had.
The gate to Marcus' villa opened slowly, and Heracles stopped. A feeling of fear was beginning to creep up. He knew how much Marcu
Price of Being Right - Part 3WARNING: The following story will involve bullying, feeding and scenes of mild violence. If you find these elements distasteful, you are advised to click away. If you do choose to read this material, please leave a comment if you have the time!
Price of Being Right - Part 3
Oh Jakey, the raven-haired senior applauded triumphantly, You actually managed to eat the whole cake. Morgan stood back with his hands on his hips, admiring his handiwork, Just look at how much his belly bulges out it really swelled up, didnt it? Its like someone just stuck an airpump into his tummy and inflated him like a beach ball.
All right, Morgan, thats enough, Corinne said firmly while Jake visibly struggled to keep all the food down, Youre done now, Morgan. Jake has been punished more than enough to satisfy what hes done to your sister. Now, let him go back to his friends or else.
Or else what?
Price of Being Right - Part 1WARNING: The following story will involve bullying, feeding and scenes of mild violence. If you find these elements distasteful, you are advised to click away. If you do choose to read this material, please leave a comment if you have the time!
Price of Being Right - Part 1
Rob aimed the remote at the television, flicking through the channels as he lay on the black leather couch in the students common room. Afternoon television could be so boring sometimes. An attractive young lady stood behind him, her long hair a burnished red that flowed down in lustrous waves. The movements of her lithe limbs had an elegance and grace that Rob found mesmerising although he had not made these thoughts known to his fellow schoolmate. The senior common room of their boarding school was home to all sorts of characters indeed - from the self-confessed slackers like Rob who wasted every hour out of class doing nothing, to the flawless over-achievers like Corinne who had the undeniably
Aka no Ryuu赤の龍
Pairing: Mitsurugi Hideo (OC - Aiome) x Yoshinori Takeshi (OC - mrsCarterx3)
W pozostałych rolach: Mitsurugi Seiji (OC - Aiome)
Ostrzeżenie: +18 - wulgaryzmy (dialogi i narracja)
Smok zawsze był nieposkromiony. Wielki, silny i przerażający. Władał morzami. Strzegł komnat. Plądrował wioski. Siał trwogę i panikę.
Ale ten stwór był czymś pomiędzy smokiem, a jaszczurką.
Aka no Ryū. Czerwony smok. Organizacja zrzeszająca sporą rzeszę ludzi, z silną władzą i sporym budżetem. Z jaszczurką łączyło ją unikanie ludzi, zdolność „odrzucania” wadliwych jednostek na k
Pairing: Mitsurugi Hideo (OC - Aiome) x Yoshinori Takeshi (OC - mrsCarterx3)
W pozostałych rolach: Mitsurugi Seiji (OC - Aiome)
Ostrzeżenie: +18 - motywy seksualne, homoerotyzm, wulgaryzmy (dialogi i narracja)
Gatunek: Slash (okruchy życia / świat przestępczy)
Część I - Aka no Ryū
Szli w powolnym, zabójczym wręcz dla Hideo, tempie. Kilka razy próbował przyśpieszyć, ale gdy tylko się odwrócił widział zawsze ten sam obraz – uśmiechniętego szelmowsko Takeshiego z papierosem między wargami. Zwolnił, przystając pod jedną z kolumn piętrowego parkingu. I tak nie wiedział do którego samochodu zmierzają.
La Noria | Animated short filmI have been on DeviantArt for about 4 years and I believe this is the first time I'm writing a journal, but I have to say I could never had a better reason in my entire life to write one!
During the past years I've had the privilege of working alongside an amazing team of artists bringing a unique vision to life called, La Noria. La Noria is an independent animated horror film directed by Carlos Baena and produced by Sasha Korellis which is currently in production.
The project has gone live on IndieGoGo to be able to cross the finish line. Please take a look at it and help us spread the word. :]
Thanks for your support and we hope you enjoy it,
Youtube with Speedpaint TutorialsHey everyone!
I've always wanted to do more tutorials to give back to the art community, but have been too busy in the past. Now I finally have some time and I've been uploading tutorial videos and speedpaint recordings to my Youtube channel!
Here are some of the ones I've done so far~