|i have an irrational fear of therapists and psychiatrists|
WHO DO I TALK TO FOR THAT?
the friendsi sat there, fuming and brooding in my my little corner. i was curled up nicely in a little ball, a dresser to my right and box springs above my head, just as it should be. but there was one thing that was not right, one thing that had me frustrated and angry. there was a constant sound coming from my bedroom door, so annoying, so infuriating. but i put up with it for the moment to organize my disarranged thoughts.
in my mind i think, my friends? we used to be close, tied together with a measly little strand that could easily wrap our small prepubescent bodies. as a child the children were all like me, we thought the same and our life was happy but slowly they took on a grayer facade. irrelevants became bullies and friends became irrelevants. i would come in every day and sit in the exact same spot at the exact same table with the exact same number of people who were always exactly the same. my trio, as we called it, was the only thing that kept me steady. but the grayer friends with t
the pool of rebirththe moon shone across the tree tops, it's silver glow rolling off of the leaves. the silver light stretched far into the depths of the trees, a well that glowed so brightly that it captures all light around it, lays at the end of it's path. a small soul sat by the edge of this pool of light, and watched eagerly as the moon light made it's way to the glowing surface of the water. as soon as the light connected, the young soul held out their hand and let the light pool into their hand like water. it's silvery glow grew brighter as the soul bent down to take a drink of the streaming light that lay like a liquid in their hand. when their lips touched the pooling light, their body quickly decayed and blew into wind as a cheerful group of dark red cherry blossoms.
this short paragraph was meant to be a short but well detailed description of the pool of rebirth. often called the pool of moon light, the pool of rebirth is a mythical thing in the mortal world but an ever real one in the demon w
snowThe snow fell slowly, as if time had gifted only them to see all at the perfect speed. It was cold as it kissed my cheek, melting from the heat of my flesh. However, it was nice. I am not normal, At least not by other’s standards. I love the cold, the bitterness; it is a gentile blanket that numbs my pain. I cannot stand heat, it makes my stomach ache, my head throb, my body virtually melts like the graceful snowflakes that die by my heat. They are like me; time moves slowly for them. Their pain is gone until their painful death at the hands of the hot asphalt that burns and boils like the sun. I am snow, and snow is I. we are cold, bitter, bright, fragile...
I was snapped out of my daze when I heard the faint sound of footsteps crunching the snow and leaves behind me, looking up I saw Lucifer standing above me; his usual expression was there, his eyes appeared evil, his lips curved in an ominous grin. His red hair was obviously un-kept and his clothes disheveled. He was standing
kibishi information/mythology First there was only the middle verse, a mass of pure energy and spirit, from the middle verse came twin sister gods, the first sister was snow and the second, rain. Snow created the first world, making time and energy, she planted a seed in her world and let it form and develop as she watched over it. Rain created the second world and made souls, her world was an infinite forest, and the souls could spawn anything within the power of themselves.
When the worlds were created, the sisters left the middle verse and each other to the worlds they created, in order to watch over and guide them.
The souls in rain’s world were not just humans, any creature was a soul, and the souls could be anything. They could make themselves whatever they could imagine. In the beginning they were just small souls resembling nothing but slowly they changed themselves making races and species.
The sisters too
call me kita|
i can draw well if i want to get off my back
i talk about momoshite a lot, but don't worry i'm not crazy. she does exist. she just doesn't have anything online. no facebook, no deviantart, it's weird.
don't freak out but i happen to be an avid fan of extreme horror and scary stuffs. so a lot of my work will reflect that. if you see something gory don't complain, just don't view it.
i make video games! you can check out some of my latest games when i get around to it.
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my equipment: i'm a nice person so i'll share this with y'all
-i use something called retas studio, it's from japan and costs hella lot of money so i don't think that's ideal for you...
-retas studio is composed of 4 softwares: stylos, paintman, traceman, and core retas.
-stylos is a drawing application, you make your main animation here
-paintman is for painting your animation
-traceman is for tracing scanned images into vector art format
-core is where you compile and alter everything onto the x sheet, apply adjustments like rotating the images on a 3d plane
-i also use gimp, paint.net, vsdc video software, blender (albeit not a lot), rpg maker vx ace (i use it to make my rpg maps and sometimes i use it for making the actual games too), corel painter, game develop, manga studio, pencil (the animation program), WOLF rpg editor, and adobe flash professional.