Tale of Kul ElnaOnce there was a tale that’s been lost to sands of time,Tale of Kul Elna by Donteatacowman
Of the executed men who never knew their crime.
It happened in a village tucked among the des’late dunes,
Of screams, and blood, then silence, as the leaders sketched out runes.
The gods, they had a servant man, who lusted for the throne,
He thought he found the answer written in a dusty tome.
With blessings yet with secrecy, his men marched into night,
With spears and swords instead of words, they carried out the rite.
The spells they used were ancient then, and still more ancient now;
Each man who was told of it had their secrecy to vow.
It went like this: a hundred men, and gold, and a stone tomb,
Then seven powered Items shall emerge from blood-forged womb.
Fourscore, four fours, and then four more were marked for instant death,
But one small rebel child flew and kept on drawing breath.
Although this single mortal escaped from the sacrifice,
The darkness building in his heart, it more than paid the price.
TrapsA/N: Not my first fanfic, but my first published on dA. Just an idea I thought was worth writing down. Let me know what you think. Perspective is always something I strive for.Traps by sarcasticrocker86
A lone figure stood in the emptiness as stone, the only movement was a tanned finger twitching every few moments. The short, disorderly hair was bowed with the head, lavender eyes shut in deep thought. The male form was almost completely buried in these thoughts, slumbering in the words pouring to and from his mind. How long? How long had he been standing here, head bowed, dreaming darkly and profoundly? He doesn't know. It could have been an eternity, it could have been no more than a mere hour. Time seemed to have no existence this deep inside of his soul.
Empty. The room was far too empty. The gentle wind hollowed against his ears, lapping against the stone wall. He didn't want to stare at those walls anymore. He was tired of reading the ancient text crowding every texture, telling the same story over and ove
[[Too awake to sleep, too tired to write, and somehow that wound up with me drawing.
Though I just gave up on that leg because it didn’t turn out right and I didn’t want to erase the arm in order to fix it ffffffffff whoops no cute little bakura feet-in-socks for us
he’s leaning on a little pile of pillows and cushions there. see-through pillows. also the ring is under his sweater i just didn’t shade it because then you couldn’t see the elephant as clearly.
yes that’s a good excuse
he’s also sporting this sweater he
stole purchased legally a few weeks ago for his landlord and, by now, has decided to burn]]
Doodles from a meeting today. I wouldn’t call this anywhere near good but it’s not inherently flawed either (…please don’t correct me on that), so I might as well stick it here.
I’ve been drawing Bakura without references since freshman-ish year of high school so that’s… 5 years? So because of that I think he’s a pretty good measuring stick of how I’ve changed.
I'm Donne, or Donteatacowman.|
I'm female, a weak agnostic, and a vegetarian. I have OCD. I love to write and draw. I think cartoons rock. I have a bizarre interest in ghosts and in psychological problems, especially alternate personalities. In my opinion, coffee is heaven's gift to Earth. I like stuff that's gothish and sometimes dorky.
I do more fanart than "true" art, but it's good practice and a lot of fun. I'm a doodler, not an artiste. I have a lot to learn, but practice makes perfect!
Oh, and I write fanfiction every once in a while, too.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium
Favourite genre of music: Classic rock
Favourite style of art: Cartoons, horror/gothic
Operating System: iMac, Windows netbook
Favourite cartoon character: Danny Phantom
Personal Quote: "Most men lead lives of quiet deperation. Not me. I can be quite loud."