You have to put your submission in the correct folder, otherwise I will have to ask you to put it in the correct folder.
For Members, you are allowed to submit up to 6 artworks every month.
For Contributors, you are allowed to submit at least two every seven days.
If the artwork has a mature content warning, place them in the Mature Content folder. If it's strict, place them in the 18+ folder.
If you're planning to enter a contest entry art, it has to be either eligible or has followed guidelines depending on the contest rules
Fanfiction is allowed but please do not submit it with the other artworks. Submit it with the other Literature Related folders.
Cosplay shots are also allowed but do submit it in a separate folder.
To join the group, you must already have anime/game related fanart or OC drawings in your gallery.
Must be at least 13+ to join.
Artwork of any skill level are accepted automatically.
Featured artwork will need to be Intermediate-Advanced in any style art.
Joining Members are now open to all nonmembers. Just join and you will be automatically accepted.
UPDATED Anyone that are requesting Commissions, they are to be submitted into the Commission Info and Stats folder. If you are accepting requests, art trades, or kiriban, please make a journal entry for this group. If you are no longer accepting, update the journal entry.
UPDATED For members that are over the age of 18, please note me if you are submitting a mature content artwork. I won't be able to tell if they are Mature Warnings or Strict (since I am 18+ and I removed the Mature Filters) so I strongly suggest that you note me and I will respond as soon as possible.
And most importantly, have fun and enjoy!!
Video Game Related
What is a "Persora"?
If you're wondering this, I'll tell you with as much detail as possible.
A persora (as well as persona) is a fantasized or anime version of a person in real life. Basically, a personification of an RL self. I did that too but exaggerated on my appearance a bit. Yes you can do that. Creating persoras is very simple; being aware of what suits your persora and what doesn't is entirely up to you. It's like character customization--you can change and adjust almost every detail to your liking anytime, anywhere.
If you're not sure how to make your own persora, here are some tips to get you started:
Find a movie, TV, game, show, book, anime, manga, etc. that you like the most. It can be based off of multiple type of media or just one.
If you are a role-player of online video games, you can use that character in that game. (Ex: Skyrim, World of Warcraft, AQW, Lucent Heart, Fiesta, Le Tale, Gaia, etc.)
You can use an avatar maker and customize your avatar. If you're satisfied with the avatar, draw it!
Find some character references on the internet and experiment a little. Don't be afraid to tweak a few styles here and there. Once you have a complete persora, see if you're happy with it. If you like it, then you're done! If not, then keep working on it.
I've seen a lot of persoras on dA but that's okay. I can't add /every/ persora out there in my gallery. You remember my persora, Skyward Vixen, right? Originally, I based my idea from a certain character from LoZ: Skyward Sword and it's pretty obvious by now. Yep, you guessed it: Ghirahim.
This idea came to me because of his powers, style, fashion, personality, and attacks. I did notice how unusually effeminate he is but that's the fun part. I took parts of the concept and added it to my character then mixed it with my personality and behavior with a touch of my sense of fashion and viola! Skyward Vixen is born! Afterwards on my very first drawing of Skyward Vixen, I figured the weapon she was holding was large and heavy. Almost the same weight as Ghirahim's broadsword. Then I started to piece my thoughts on it. It didn't come all at once but in small bits. I've started thinking about the weapons she welds, her attitude towards others, her neutral alliance with Hylia after the betrayal of Demise, her dexterity and skills, and the strength she hones. I don't want to go over the top and end up making her (or myself) as a Mary Sue. Otherwise, it would be unfair to others. Let alone, become a spotlight hogger.
Well that's all I can say. If you have any persora pictures that you want to display in the gallery, send them here and/or in any other Affiliating groups! We'll be happy to see your artwork!!
UnbreakableUnbreakableUnbreakable by InkStainedGhost
There it was, the last one, the last piece of the puzzle needed. The witch soul.
Maka and Soul looked at the target ahead of them, the witch, the last soul they needed for Soul to become a fully fledged deathsythe. They knew this was going to be difficult but they knew they could handle it. After all, they did defeat a demon god, compared to that, this was nothing.
Both of them had complete and absolute trust in each other, and that was key.
“Are you ready for this?” Maka asked Soul, looking at him with a confident smile, yet slight concern in her eyes, Soul looked at her with the same amount of confidence
“Cool guys are always ready” he replied, he then looked out at the target along with Maka.
“Let's go!” Maka said, at that moment, both of them held onto each others arms, ready for Souls' transformation.
Within seconds, Soul transformed from a human into his scythe form, with Maka gripping onto him tightly. His scythe form consis
Existensia: Transcend All Boundaries: The ApostleExistensia: Transcend All Boundaries: The Apostle by JoeyLikesFish
(Background Music: The Walking Dead Game OST-02 alive inside)
One day after the departure from Chicago...
Hal drives a little faster then the road signs say he should, but thanks to that, the RV had already covered more then half of the total distance that the trip spanned.
Homura and Kiritsugu had woken up and they returned to do almost the same things they had done the day before.
When Kiritsugu saw out through the front window of the RV, he was surprised how dry the landscape looked.
-It's generally like this in the west. informed Hal.
The west has a massive mountain chain called the Rocky Mountains, whose rocks are so high that not even rain clouds can come over them.
And consequentially, it rarely rains in this region.
-Thanks, for the geography lesson. said Kiritsugu with a faint smile.
Kiritsugu put his hand on the driver's seat.
Is it my turn to take the wheel now?
-If you want to. said Hal.
Kiritsugu shortly after took the wheel and the RV continued to cruise forward.
Existensia: Chapter 23: The ConsumerThe inner gates stood wide open as the remaining eight braves entered the deeper parts of the Anomian Citadel.Existensia: Chapter 23: The Consumer by JoeyLikesFish
The corridor beyond the gate split into two paths.
(Background Music: Id~Dilemma - Fire Emblem Awakening)
-Well, this could be bothersome. said Suzomina.
I feel a horrible presence from both paths.
Naoto, do you remember which way that leads to the room with red veins you mentioned?
-I'm afraid I do not remember. said Naoto.
These wards are very labyrinth-like and they have layouts that are hard to recognize.
Claus looked like he was in deep thought.
-I want to take the left corridor. said Claus with determination.
It feels like something... important is waiting for me that way.
-I share that feeling. said Mami.
Shall we head there together?
Suzomina thought for a while.
-I wouldn't be such a good idea for everyone to walk down the same corridor. noted Suzomina.
-Shouldn't we split into two groups or somethin' like that? asked Kanji.
-A reasonable point. said Hak
Love Knows No BoundariesLove knows no BoundariesLove Knows No Boundaries by InkStainedGhost
3 years, 3 agonizing long years. It was impossible to even consider. Three years without her, three years with out him.
Ever since he had saved her from the endless darkness, and returned her home, he never got to say goodbye before the well sealed off. And now, he was alone, waiting, hoping the well would reopen, he needed to see her again, just one more time.
For those three long years, Inuyasha spent most of his days hunting the stray demon with Miroku, helping him perform exorcisms and the such. Although he was reasonably busy, and did have friends, he had never felt more alone.
He longed for her, needed her, he loved her.
To share a long awaited, blissful kiss, only to be separated for an agonizing long period of time.
Every 3 days, Inuyasha would go the well, just to check, waiting to smell her scent, to see her face once more. To be with her once again
Back in the modern day, Kagome spent her days lost in the midst of her school work
My UnderstandingsMy UnderstandingsMy Understandings by InkStainedGhost
She could feel it, the wind. It was there, the wind tickling her cheeks. The sun rays seeping through the trees, illuminating her face. She smiled as the quiet sounds of the forest filled her ears. She was happy, for once, for a long time.
RING RING RING
Kagome's eyes shot open as her alarm clock deafened her ears, groaning from her sleep, she got up and switched off the alarm. A sigh escaped her lips, once again she was up in her normal bed, in her normal house, in her normal life.
Grudgingly she got out of bed and brushed her long messy hair, from when she was 15 to now, it had fell down to her elbows, unfortunately, it had become quite a pain for her brush it.
Once she had done that, she got washed and dressed and left the house to go to work. Yeah, work, well she was 25 after all, she had to work. She worked in the busy city of Tokyo, among the noise and the traffic. She did like her job, it involved working with children which she enjoyed ve
The End's Illusion, Prologue (Collab)The End's IllusionThe End's Illusion, Prologue (Collab) by InkStainedGhost
Prologue, A Memory of Anguish.
Hassan Higurashi, my dad. The most wonderful man in the world.
Born 15th September 1954.
I was too young to remember what happened the day he died, I was only a child with a curious mind living in a massive world with so much to explore. The thought of my dad leaving the planet - leaving me and my mum to fend for ourselves in this life - never occurred to me. Again, I was so very young, too small to understand what it meant to have someone close to you die in an accident.
I remember one time when I was five years old, I climbed up the steep steps of our house and crept closer to my mum’s bedroom where I heard the sound of pages turning. I left the stairs behind me, peering my little head around the door. My mum was comfortably perched on the end of her king sized bed, with her head down and looking through some sort of book that was bigger than her lap. As I entered her head jerked up in alarm, but as her eyes settl
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