GinnyLyn

OOOoooOOOoo! Heh, not too shabby at all for a first CG. You've got a good eye for colors that work together. My only whine is the coloring outside the lines syndrome. But fixing that just comes with lots of practice. Maybe darken the outline a little. Do you work with PhotoShop?

Out of the two you are offering, I'd say the first. The second's background is cluttered. Maybe all the monochromatics lately have been getting to me, but...methinks it's time to experiment with some new images, or new colors. Give it a shot--you seem do to well with effects already. :)

DUDE! *points* [i]DUDE![/i] *points more* [i][b]DUDE![/b][/i] I love the image itself. I mean, this is an image you cropped to make a banner, right? Maybe a tiny bit of text, a little border, to make it look bannerish, but... Just don't overdo it. IMO, very little needs to be added to this to make it a goodlooking banner. DUDE! *loves the image*

I'm Blue Da Be Dee Da Be Die... Much blueness. Yes.

Master of Animal Digimons [b]name:[/b] Keio [b]gender:[/b] female [b]age:[/b] 15 [b]appereance:[/b] Blue eyes, long auburn hair that is in a ponytail (it sweeps into a four pointed one in the Digital World). At the time she was projected into the Digital World, she was wearing a sleeveless, tan dress and fuzzy slippers. In the Digital World, though, she looks like (see attached). The pointed ears and wings have yet to be explained. [b]bio:[/b] Naive, innocent, better follower than leader--it all describes Keio. She's very kind hearted, but also deprived of self-confidence. Too many times she is worried about doing something, in fear that she'll do it [i]wrong[/i]. She was projected into the Digital World while on the Internet during a major electricity storm. The town she landed in has turned her into their Princess, for some bizarre reason, though it has helped her to believe in herself a little more. Perhaps because it is comprised of Animal Digimon. But there is still the fear of screwing up looming in her mind. QUESTION! Are we going by the classifications found on the cards, so as to avoid confusion?

[COLOR=orangered]?Finally,? Owen sighed dryly. The yacht had successfully pulled away from the Manhattan border, and far enough so that anything happening on the ship would not be noticeable. Tucking his wire rim glasses in his left breast pocket, he stretched?high, higher, highest?-farther than any normal human could. But then, he wasn?t human. ?So much better,? the Fay decided as he settled back into his comfortable form. He tucked his red booted legs beneath himself, Indian style, and quickly floated off to find Alexander before Oberon noticed. Owen, or Puck now, snorted his indignation; like the King of Fays would notice if his servant was going to break his edict or not. Given the last time Puck disobeyed Oberon, though, he wasn?t going to take any chances. ?Alexaaaaander,? he sang, peeking into the baby?s cabin. The little red head boy gurgled happily and floated out of his crib to his mentor. Puck gave a delighted and pleased gasp. ?Look at you!? the Fay chortled. ?Floating around without any help from me!? Alexander Xanatos cooed and faltered, losing his concentration. He pitched forward and snuggled into Puck?s waiting arms. ?Hmmm, need to work on that landing a little, kiddo,? he told the baby, hiding his love for the child. Permitting himself a soft smile, he stroked the child?s red hair, and decided that eternal banishment from Avalon was worth someone like him. ?Puck!? David Xanatos? voice rang merrily through the cabin, startling the Fay to zip high in the air?and bang his head on ceiling. Holding Alexander with one arm, he rubbed his aching head with his free hand and glared at the ceiling for being there. He switched the gaze to Xanatos, covering up his momentary fear with comicalness. There was no way anyone would learn that Puck?s heart was racing faster than Pegasus on Olympus. ?I?m sorry,? David grinned sheepishly. ?I just didn?t expect to see you so soon.? Puck floated down; upon touching the floor with his feet, the bespectacled Owen handed the babe to Xanatos. ?I apologize, Mr. Xanatos. I did not realize?? ?Owen!? David reprimanded in amusement, ?I thought I told you to go on vacation.? ?But sir--!? ?Now.? Pulling his glasses off, Owen rubbed at that ever imaginary dust on his lenses and placed them back in his pocket. ?Yes, sir.? ?Good. Now, if you will follow me, Puck?? The Fay followed after his human master, floating in eagerness to see what was to happen. Puck paused for a moment when he floated past the storage room. "Huh, something's tingling my faerie sense," he thought to himself, chuckling aloud at the pun. He'd have to remember that for the next Gathering... The thought of Avalon again. It gave him pause. He missed his birthplace a little more than a little. But as far as Oberon was concerned, the Fay was banished. Puck felt the tingling sense again, and wondered. Some powerful artifact must be aboard. And if it was, Puck hoped that presenting it to Oberon would cause the Faerie King to reverse his punishment. It might not be the Phoenix Gate but-- "Puck?" The Fay faced Xanatos. "Listening," he grinned. "You seem...distracted." Puck just grinned enigmatically at Alexander in Xanatos' arms. "Sir?" a small walkie talkie crackled into life at Xanatos' hip. "There seems to be something...ah, you might want to see this, sir." The tingling sense was everywhere now, as if it pervaded the very air. Puck blinked in slight confusion, and decided he wanted to know more. "Allow me." Before Xanatos could agree, Owen was walking to the captain's cabin. The pilot hardly gave the pale human a look, just waved him toward the front window. A quick glance out instantly confirmed what was picking at his mind. A thick white mist lay over the waters, and they were rolling toward it. Owen furled his brow slightly. Avalon? Could this mean that he could return to Avalon? Well, but never mind that now. There was Alexander to think of. Oberon may have given his word that the babe could stay with his parents, but Oberon had the mentality of a spoiled child--he took what he wanted, when he wanted it. An unexpected visit to Avalon could cause...problems. Owen strode briskly away from the pilot, back to Xanatos. ?Mr. Xanatos, maybe we should pull back,? Owen said. ?The pilot said he cannot see anything, and the radars are jammed.? Suddenly, Goliath stood up. He had a surprised look on his face. ?I? I know this feeling. And the feel of these waters? they are familiar to me. I have been here before.? ?Father?? Angela said. ?Is this? the Mists of Avalon? Just then, the mist cleared up. ?Where have we ended up?? said Brooklyn. As he said this, a shocked expression came over his face. He pointed over to a large battle raging between two groups of warrior. The warriors had a familiar kind of armor on? Goliath was taken aback. ?I know where we are. We?re in Scotland. We?re in our own time. We?re home!? Owen melted back into Puck and grinned impishly. "Oh goody, time travelling!" He zipped to the top of the yacht, then zipped down again, clearly delighted. "A chance to teach Alexander about skipping across the centuries!" A large, ember smudged spear pinned the Fay to deck of the yacht, and Puck yelped in displeasure (and a bit of fear). The Gargoyles spread their wings instantly, and with but a single step, launched into the air. "Can they do that?" Fox asked nervously. "What about time paradoxes and all that scientific stuff?" "We are not sure if we are really at Scotland in 994 AD, my dear," Xanatos said, attempting to reassure her. "We could be," the Fay pointed out, dislodging the spear with disgust and floating to the couple. "Besides, it's a little too late to stop them." Puck took Alexander in his arms protectively and watched the sillouettes of the Manhattan clan joining the battle. His mind was already speaking a shield spell that glowed around Alexander with a faint irridescent light. His memory, meanwhile, was trying to remember if they had iron in this time. He looked at his torn tunic with a withering glance. He wasn't taking any chances. [/COLOR]

Heh, I just got done being outside, and saw this thread. Texas got hit by a MAJOR (and I do mean MAJOR, for Texas, anyway) ice storm last night. There is two inches of imitation snow ice (ice that looks like snow but is ice) all over the place. I took pictures today but it'll be a week or so before they are developed. Fortunately, my managers had sense enough to let me stay home. No one's going anywhere in this kind of weather.

The text is sitting rather hard on Naraku's head, though. =\ It's definitely one of the better collage banners I've seen, most definitely. Get that text to work with you and you have it made.

Yeah, what he said, plus, can you make the word "Brolly" stand out more? Other than that, I like this one. Good merging of color and all...and look! high quality pics too. Makes me want to find out what the deal about Brolly is now. Hmmm...

IMO, the GameCrap is done better than the XLax one. *points at the edges of the green lettering* But the XLax one is funnier. :rotflmao:

Ow ow ow! Quit that, Des, that's Poster Abuse! :p *Des a la Link look again* Oy. [b]Mkay, question time![/b] According to Grandmother's tales, what is the imp's connection the the Four Giants? BONUS: Why is it so great for couples to be married on the day of the Festival being held in Termina?

See, do it like this, heh: Mew is my favorite. Not only is the rarity a nice factor, but it's just [i]her[/i] that fascinates me. Long tail, innocent eyes, super (butt)-kicking powerful. ^^; Plus I can imitate her speech pretty well. Go me, heh. Artistically, she's awesome. Aforementioned tail. Blue eyes *points to own*. That so-pale-it's-almost-white pink color. And she's not so cute that she's sickening cute, like some I could mention. And yes, she still kicks major arse. There are only a few that are stronger than her out there. Go Mew!

Warning: Beware--Slaughtered Latin. Also, loopholes? No, things get explained in their own time. That's how [i]Gargoyles[/i] has always worked. ;) [color=royal blue][b]Several weeks ago[/b] She had planned it for the longest time. A way to finally get back at that wretched trickster. Demona held in her hand a small crystal globe, encasing in an iron casting. The iron looked as if it were holding the globe up, holding it captive, on a small, hill shaped pedestal of sorts. "The Full Moon Nigh," Demona purred to herself; her tailed lashed from side to side, and she looked much like the proverbial cat that had eaten the canary. "I simply catch sight of him in this globule," Demona said aloud, "then recite the incantation: [center][i]Estuans interious ira vehementi Venias sors immanis et inanis. Inferi Puck et Owen suus maledictio Inferi luna rotundus.[/i]"[/center] Demona smiled so that her fangs shone in the moonlight, her horned brow furrowed in fierce vengance. "You will not escape me this time, [i]Puck[/i]." [center]~ ~ ~ ~ ~[/center] [b]A few days ago[/b] "I'm sure you understand, Ms. Canji," Xanatos informed the young secretary. "But Ms. Destine said--" "Mr. Xanatos," Owen broke in dryly, as he walked curtly up to his employer, "your limo is waiting." "I can never say it enough, Owen," his employer remarked, punching Owen lightly in the shoulder, "excellent timing." "But what do I tell Ms. Destine about the shipment?" the bewildered secretary cried. Owen motioned Xanatos to continue to the limo, then turned back to the secretary. A young one, obviously; she didn't have a quarter of the spunk or tenacity most decent secretaries needed to get ahead in business, especially major ones like NightStone Unlimited. His pale blue eyes narrowed at Ms. Canji slightly, and the poor girl cringed under the glance. "You may inform Ms. Destine that the matter is closed. Mr. Xanatos has other pressing business to attend to. If the matter is that important to her, she may communicate her displeasure of this setback to us at a later date. Say, in a week." "But why?" Owen recanted his thought of her lacking tenacity. He wasn't about to admit to his employer being on vacation for a few days; the other businesses would trample each other attempting to get a foothold in the market while Xanatos was absent. Best to keep such problems at bay. "Because," the major-domo replied in a "that is final" tone. He ignored further protests as he walked to join Xanatos in leaving the Eyrie building for a business lunch. "My, but you're a secretive one," Ms. Destine said from behind her clapsed hands. Little did Ms. Canji know that she was nothing more than a walking camera, the reason that her skills as a decent secretary were not desired nor required. The commerative brooch Ms. Destine had presented to the young secretary was more than just decorative; it contained a camera inside that projected images to a hidden screen in Destine's office. "But not secretive enough." As the wall screen rolled back into the ceiling, the red haired leader of multibillion dollar business Nightstone Unlimited snapped a pencil in frustration. She could easily guess that Xanatos and his little servant--that infernal Puck and just as irritating Owen--were going to be lacking in appearances the next few days. "A vacation. Mmm. Perhaps I am in need of one myself. Jacob," she said, pressing a red button on her desk, "I need you to do a few things for me..." It was not long to sunset. [center]~ ~ ~ ~ ~[/center] [b]Now[/b] Stowing herself behind large boxes containing essentials for the yacht voyage had not been easy, but it was doable, so Demona made do. She was patient. A 1000 years had taught her that. The only problem she had was catching sight of that miserable, blond headed human through the Moon. She knew that she had to do so, and recite the incantation, before a true full moon showed...which would be in a few nights. The yacht rocked uneasily, but Demona paid no heed. She crept closer and closer to the door of the storage room, peeking out and waiting for a glimpse of Burnett. She was slightly shocked to see a massive stretch of lavender and black blocking her vision, and recognized the wings of her daughter Angela racing past the door. A more daring peek revealed the entire Manhattan clan aboard the ship, as well as Xanatos, Fox, Owen, and Alexander. Oh yes, and [i]her.[/i] Demona barely got a chance to growl at the raven haired figure when the voices picked up. Demona slinked back into the storage room and listened intently. There seemed to be a slight commotion going on. "Mr. Xanatos, maybe we should pull back," Owen said. "The pilot said he cannot see anything, and the radars are jammed." "I... I know this feeling..." Goliath's voice rumbled as the group moved to the upper level. The voices faded, and Demona was alone for the moment. Silence descended. No, not complete silence. Her ears detected a familiar sound, one of...clanging metal, yells and cries, the whinney of horses, the screams of death. Her nose breathed the scent of fire and bloodlust, a battle raging nearby. Then Goliath's voice thundered back to her: "I know where we are. We?re in Scotland. We?re in our own time. We?re home!" Demona froze: home? They were...home?[/color]

Heh, it's screaming "COLOR ME!" Other than that, I like.

Too easy. The Zora's Sapphire. But let's see if you were right about Sir LoZ's question first. *runs away laughing from Des*

OoC: Feeling a little lost (someone clear up what just happened?), so short post. ~~~~~~~IC~~~~~~~~~ Willow stared at the dead soldiers. "Dang," she breathed. She looked at Samer, who was just as incredulous as she was. "If we knew Exocystians were this dangerous--" Samer started, but Willow cut him off. "Exocystians? Dangerous? You see one instance of Exocystians fighting back, and you suddenly general the whole bunch as bloodthirsty killers? Kut, you're daft!" Samer glared at her. "SorRY! Touchy little Exo--" "And that's another thing!" Willow cut him off again. "Stop calling me an Exocystian! I'm [i]not[/i] an Exocystian." "So what are you?" "Let's just say I'm visiting, and leave it at that." "Touchy, aren't you?" Willow looked at him. "When you see people mindlessly and violently making idiots out of themselves, then yes. I'll feel better once we get this situation under control. So tell me, Samer--" "How did you--?" "--what's going on here?" Willow continued as if she hadn't been interrupted. She then paused to let Samer fill her in on Lotoewian's plan.

New update: Mom's in a mental institution. I just see those words and I [i]freeze[/i]. It's not supposed to be like this...Doctors say she may get out by Thursday, maybe next Sunday. I went to see her last night and she seems ok, just...she shouldn't [i]be[/i] there; it doesn't seem right. As for me, I shall pray. It works for me. :) And thanks to everyone that's kept me and my family in their thoughts and/or prayers.

I think my problem is when people are SO CONVINCED that THEIR opinion is right, and everyone else's is wrong. And that is part of the reason why I took interest in this thread. As I pointed out in the "Did she have a right?" thread, the person that can scream their opinion the loudest (or has it backed up by authority), is the person that is generally heard and accepted as true. This covers just about ANYONE who's ever been in an authoritative position. Like TN said, generalizations are results of ignorant people. If we spent [i]half[/i] the time we spend on generalizing on taking time to understand and respect other's opinions instead, we'd...well, we wouldn't be having flame wars like the days of yore (back when I lost my SuperModShip over such a matter--*laughs* I hope I've become more mature about discussions like this; no more flame wars for Ginny.). Anyways, let's face it, no matter what you do, someone is ALWAYS gonna scream bloody murder for you offending them. Doesn't mean I am for religion bashing. Hardly. I got offended a tad by what some of you had to say in this thread. But someone will always be offended. It's just the way our screwed up world is.

Um, please don't hurt me, but why does your art always look like it's drawn on yellow paper? It makes the lines a bit hard for me to see. Other than that, nifty. :)

*tilts head to one side* Um, what am I looking at again? Splash page? Art? *is confused* Um, I don't like her mouth. It looks fat...oO;;; *hides* But her eyes are COOL! I love it when eyes look like that! ^^; The pixel stuff is rather plain though...needs more...something totally eye catching. Or not. Plain is the trend for the moment.

And here I thought people [i]liked[/i] my art. *scratches off of the Giant List of OB Myths, Mysteries, and Legends* Bleh heh.

*floats in air* Ohhhhhmmmm remember to balance your banners ohhhhhmmmm... Ohhhhhmmmm remember to balance your banners ohhhhhmmmm... Ohhhhhmmmm remember to balance your banners ohhhhhmmmm... *is thwacked* What?!? Yeah, I know I know, that is one of my most common phrases in art critiques. :bluesweat

I've seen similar "got jesus?" bumperstickers around, so this one's nice. Simplicity is best for this...though the Comic Sans [i]is[/i] a little rough.

Banner: The only complaint I have is plopping the text right on top of the images--that is just wrong, heh. And Guilmon seems to be overlapping a little too much, throwing the banner balance out of whack. As far as multiple images go, you'll have to find a free website (angelfire, gag gag, works for me) and provide links to them. Multiple posting for multiple images is a big no no here.

I tried to look at this again in b/w, and I like it better like that. There's something that's just not right about the colors. Plus, the numbers seem to disappear from the viewer's eye. Other than that, the effects and texture are fun to look at. ^^;