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What I learnt from DeviantART! [Warning: Emotions]You cannot have an opinion!
If the pallet is the same as someone elses character you are a thief!
Generic cat and dog species are totally original! [And by that I mean you draw a dog or cat, put wings on it and call it a species]
Joke are now 100% insults!
Never question anything it'll only lead to unnecessary trouble! OR Never ask questions because someone will be insulted!
If you don't pander to the fandoms no one really cares about your art!
If you're not able to draw realistically, you better have a good style or people will still not care!
If you want to be popular do the two things above this!
Tracing is totally fine!
If they're not popular, steal from them, chances are no one will notice!
Having emotions is now a form of attention whoring!
Never say anything about genders!
Got trouble? Move accounts!
DeviantART can cause stress and depression!
The admins and staff don't care about you!
Ban/block evasion is common!
Thought dA was fun? NOPE!
dA is turning into Facebook and the jus
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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