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I'll have to either drop the witch idea or get a wig since my hair has been treated too much for me to get the haircut I want for it. But I might be the Bound Woman from Thirteen Ghosts. But I have less than a month to actually mae this costume. Better get to work and raid the closets. Maybe I can get eleven other girls at my school, or at least a few good and insane friends, to do this with me. That's an idea...

I'm sure a lot of people doodle in their notebooks and such in class. I'm starting this thread for anyone and everyone with that kind of art, no matter how much talent you have, since everyone has some. And though this wasn't technically done in school, I did all the little details in various notebooks. Enjoy and post often! PS: Oh yeah, this is Kya from PS2's Kya: Dark Lineage. There was an ad in my most recent magazine, so I attempted something. Remember the key word 'attempt'. There were a few other things on the page with it but this was one of the few I inked. The rest were in pencil. Edit: I'll have to wait for someone else to post since something happened an my doodle wasn't attached.

I think I may have actually made up my mind (write this down, it's a first in history). I'll be either a gothic vampire (as in ruffles, lace, velvet, etc. The whole nine.) or a neo-gothic witch (all black and red, spiky, pixy cut black and red hair, chains, spikes and a stuffed black cat or monkey).

Thanks yet again. Now if only I could think up something witty... In the meantime, enjoy the wonder that is the humaniod typhoon.

The pic was blurry to begin with, but I liked the actual scene so much, I decided to make a banner. Anyway, here's yet another. Not so new, but okay, I suppose.

Thanks, here's another fresh from the Paint presses and with a quote from 'From Hell'. Enjoy.

Since no one decided to reply to my last thread, I'm impatient, and I hate double posting, here's my newest banner. As always, made in Paint. I also do requests if anyone wants a pretty simple one.

That's a good banner, what did you use to make it? And to answer your question, just click on the little button at either the beginning or end of the list of messages and attach it. Simple, no?

I don't see why people don't comment, you're very good. I also give this a 10/10. What is it anyway? *stares at it and ponders*

[i]I can't die like this... No, not like this...[/i] Alanna struggled to hold onto life, what little of it she had left. [i]They're wrong when they say your life flashes before your eyes... all I see if darkness... No! I can't let it end this way! What about all the people who are depending on me? Whatever he wants, I suppose I'll just have to go along.[/i] "What do you want from me?" she whispered weakly. "I don't have any money, if that's it." She stopped, his face slipping in and out of focus. [i]No! I can't die. What is he anyway?[/i] She watched him, trying to look defiant but failing the entire time. Finally, she gave in and fainted, letting him do whatever he wished. ----- Sorry this is so short, but I'm getting Spark Notes on a few books for my test tomorrow. Anyone familiar with Jane Eyre or Great Expectations?

*looks over all the suggestions* Uhh... that's alot... But I think I will...*pauses for suspense* ...what a little longer. At least until I come across some more money around my birthday, which, if anyone wishes to give to the 'Get Allie A Car' Fund, is October 8th. Until then, I'm flat broke. I'll be in the dollar store, pondering which makeup I can afford... Let's see... this a a dollar... this is a dollar... oh look, this is two for a dollar on Sundays!

This too has already been done, by three or four different people last year. And a couple of football players too. But I might go as a goth guy... hmm... Unfortunately, I've never even gone to a con and don't have an outfit, but I might be able to think up one. I'll try that and get back tomorrow, or whenever I get on again.

Well, at my ironically Catholic school, we're all idiots and dress up for Halloween. And DBD, this might me a bit shocking, but someone has been an urban vampyre every year since 'Interview with a Vampire' (the movie) came out, if I'm not mistaken. It's just not original anymore. I did have one slightly original idea of being an anime version of myself and wearing only my class colours, down to my hair, but no one seemed to understand except my closest friends. And one things for people to remember: while what DBD suggested might be good for a party, it's not as good for walking around and going to classes.

At my school, we have a contest every year on who has the best Halloween costume. Who ever wins, earns their class points, kind of like the house points of Hogwarts. Anyway, I want to go all out in my junior and senoir years. Any suggestions from anyone? Any at all?

You very good. You're shadig is amoung the best I've seen and you're large pics don't look unmanageable. I bow to your skills.

I see... Can't say I've been in that kind of a situation. Just keep your head up and don't let what people say get to you. And make sure you find out the whole truth and don't jump to conclusions. It can ruin relationships that would have otherwise been saved.

I don't know but I found you should sell candy to opposing teams before a game...*evil laugh* Not that I've done that recently... Anyways, my teams usually eat some fruit or pop tarts before a game. I don't if the pop tarts help or are particularly healthy, but that's what they do.

Wow... This could hurt someone you really care about, no matter which way it turns out. Try to find out a little more about the whole situation, not just the guy or your friends. Put together all the things they've told you and pick out what's similiar. Then ask other friends about it. Just try to be as casual as possible. Sometimes, if you seem upset, your friend will lie a little to make you feel better. Hope this helps in some way.

Sorry I hadn't posted sooner, personal problems. And I'm being lazy and taking this straight from the fanfic I'm working on, so forgive me. ---------- Alanna walked down the darkening street, reliving the mortifying mightmare that was her audition for [i]Evita[/i]. She had chosen the song suggested by her former chorus teacher, "My Immortal" by Evanescence. He had said her rendition of it was 'hauntingly beautiful' and 'complemented her range perfectly'. She wasn't so sure, but agreed anyway since it was one of her favourite songs. Trying couldn't hurt, could it? After several long weeks of diligent rehersal, a few iced capiccinos, and a couple dozen pots of green tea, the day finally came. That night, as she walked onto the stage before the panel, she focused on one man in particular. His stare made it feel as if his hard eyes could freeze her very soul. She tried looking away, but deep and complicated attracted her, while something deeper still, and much more primal made her want to run far, far away. "Miss..." he glanced down at his list, then turned his steady ice blue stare back to her, "Murrdock?" She nodded, suddenly unable to speak. "You may begin after the music starts." He nodded to the pianist, who immeadiately began. She had measures of notes between the beginning and her intro, but her voice was gone, as were all the lyrics. All she knew was the icy cold glare of that man on the panel. [i]I only have one more measure left... One more note Her entrance passed and the pianist stopped and looked to the man. He nodded and the pianist began again. Her entrance passed a second time...a third...a fourth... "Miss Murrdock, what is the problem?" asked another member of the panel. "Miss Murrdock?" She could only stutter before running from stage, crying silently... Alanna sighed and ran through her piece yet again, performing it flawlessly until she heard a soft clapping from the shadows. Gasping, she cast around, hoping her audience wanted nothing more than to hear her sing. "Miss Murrdock, if you had been able toperfom like tht, I daresay you'd have the female lead. How unfortunate that the rest of the panel could not hear you. Pardon my rudeness and allow me to introduce myself. I am Marion Lewes of Toreador Records. We're a very small, up-and-coming new company looking for young blood such as yourself. Just a thought, but would you be interested in a recording contract? Long term, of course." "I...I..I...yes!" [i]Oh my god, this is incredible! This is impossible. Is it just a coincidence that he was on the judging panel. Scouting would be a full time job and wouldn't leave much room for anything else. And how could he have followed me? I'm sure the auditions haven't finished yet and there were at least a hundred people after me. And how could he follow me? I didn't hear anyone or a car, and he was ahead of me. This is all too much. But a record deal! How can I possibly turn this down? It's my dream.[/i] "I have a feeling you don't trust me. Why is that?" He smiled a bit, more of a smirk than anything else, and gestured o the alley he had come out of. "Come with me. My car is just over here." He started walking away without her, obviously expecting her to follow. She hesitated for just a moment, then jogged after him. [i]For All I know, this could be my big break, the one every wannabe star dreams of. I could be on TRL in no time! But what about becoming a lawyer, like my parents so badly want me to? What about helping people?[/i] When they reached the car, which turned out to be a vintage Rolls Royce, she voiced her fears. "Mr. Lewes, I don't think I can accept your offer. See, singing is a kind of backup career and my family really wants me to study law, and so do I. And... Are you listening?" He smiled wickedly, revealing his fangs. "Don't worry. Soon, you'll have an eternity to pursue any path that you wish." He stalked her slowly, like the wild cats on documentaries do to their prey. "Wh...what [b]are[/b] you?!" She backed away, bumping into a wall. Quickly, she looked around, hoping a means of escape would show itself. "There is no escape, child. There's nowhere for you to run." He grasped her by the shoulders, sinking his sharp teeth into her flesh. And all Alanna could do was utter small, insignificant noises as her life slipped away and she fell into a pool of darkness.

Wow... It's great all around. I think you did a good job with the shading and it's something I can look at later and notice something different. 10/10.

My, it's big...and purple... Is that a sunflower? Good job. I love.

Well, it wasn't really done completely on the computer, but I coloured it in Paint. Thanks for the comments though. Here's another banner. Enjoy. Edit: Here's a pen sketch I did in m theology class. Fear the spiritual-ness... [url]http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/3145687/[/url]

Since I can't post all my new banner here, I'm hosting them on DevArt (full view so they don't look so squished). Click the link below and comment either here or there. If you want one for some reason, post here or, preferably, PM me. Also, here another bit of randomness inspired by the Muderdolls 'White Wedding'. I'm not sure why she's holding an enormous sledgehammer, but hey, it's random...and very bad... I'm working on revamping it now. Enjoy my insanity. [url]http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/3117585/[/url]

Sorry, but I must drop out. School and all its stuff has me more than busy enough for a while. Sorry again for any inconvience.

1. Before I had that dream most recently, my good friend died. Sounds logical... And I said a few things out of lust, more than anything, that I didn't really need to say. 2. Would committing suicide count as an obstacle? Because that would explain a lot... 3. This, too, makes sense for reason mentioned earlier. ----- Well, here's another dream I had, this one's kinda pointless though. I was listening to Sean Paul's 'Get Busy' right before I fell asleep and Evanescence's 'Imaginary' before that. I'm in a Jamacian club with a friend when some guy pulls me aside. All I can make out of his face is his mouth, everything else is in shadow. He takes me outside for a walk or something like that. For some reason, the skies purple, the clouds look like cotton candy, the grass is baby blue, and all the plants are made of paper. After a while, he hands me a dozen black paper roses and leads my to a large bed with an ornate wrought iron frame and walks away. I watch him go, then lay down and go to sleep. I said it was pointless.