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Contest! Draw Sophie and get a MH Drawing!What is this contest about?:
Draw my doll Sophie
you can draw her chibi, realistic or in your own style, but her face must be always visible and you must draw her joints. She is a doll, I wouldn't like her to look like she wasn't. This means you MUST draw her joints, but you can draw her with any expression, like if she was alive.
You can draw her with the clothes she has in the photos or even design your own clothes for her, so you have total freedom about it.
how many drawings can I do for this contest?:
As many as you want without limit, as long as they are 100% original and finished (full colored). No work in progress, no drawings in striped paper.
Traditional or digital?:
Both are accepted
Please, be original:
Don't steal other people's drawings, don't use bases, and please, don't just copy a photo T_T
You may use a photo as a reference, but don't traze it.
If you do, you will be kicked out from the co
Monday Morning (I Know)It was mentioned casually
at the breakfast table:
“A boy from school
committed suicide last night.
Did you know him?”
I know the way
the night sky wrapped itself
around his shoulders
and ripped itself away,
and how to him, light-years
were a measure of time
and not of distance.
I know that darkness
was darker for him,
and that light was
always too bright.
I know that smiling was painful
in all seventeen muscles,
and that it was a relief
I know that he carried
the depression on his shoulders,
and that he spent half the day
hiding it away from everyone,
and the other half
wishing somebody would notice.
I know that he was the best actor,
and that everyone believed
that his eyes sparkled from happiness
and not from tears.
I know that he was so good,
he never had to lie and say
“I’m fine,” because
nobody ever asked.
I also know that today, the halls
will echo with silence
and the occasional small cry,
courtesy of the people
who never really knew hi
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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