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Night Person by fear-the-brilliance Maybe Tomorrow... by MissGingerIce 12 - 21 - 2012 by Marzarret Religion by paramoreSUCKS Opinion Stamp by JaxxyLupei This is a stamp. by WolfAvenge
Art Block Stamp by Khrinx Writers Block Stamp by Khrinx I'm Famous Stamp by Khrinx
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Hello humans of planet earth, hope you are okay and awake and ready for whatever.

My name is Joy, I like art, I like creating art, so that's what I do. I am not very active on dA recently, though I plan to change that, so yes.
I consider myself a tolerant person, respect is very important to me. So I accept and respect all religions, beliefs, sexual orientations, thoughts, looks, I thinky you get the picture. Basically, as long you're not hurting and harming anyone (willingly) I'll be fine with it.
There's not much else to say about me~ I like reading, listening and creating music, drawing and writing. I have a lot to improve but hey, I'm trying my best.

You can ask me whatever you want to know, I'm also always there if anyone has any troubles, and am offering my support. I don't care who you are or where you come from, I'm going to try and help.


That link above leads to my tumblr, be careful if you are triggered by flashy/fast moving objects, I have hectic gifs in the backround.

You better swallow your pride
Or you're gonna choke on it
You better digest your values
Because they turn to shit

Adults are people that think something, say another and do the opposite.

"It is better to keep your mouth shut and appear stupid than to open it and remove all doubt. ~Mark Twain"

"All generalizations are false, including this one" ~ Mark Twain

Anarchy Stamp 2 by LingLing927 Trust me 2 by Mistress-Cara I saw by Mistress-Cara
  • Listening to: Freak on a leash - Korn
  • Reading: Beautiful Boy by David Sheff
  • Watching: Fear and loathing in Las Vegas

I haven't been writing a lot story-wise, so I at least wanted to do something with words. This doesn't have a set backstory. The reason the person is called a skeleton is simply because they are very frail, skin and bones. I have this idea that maybe they were forced to quit their drug of choice cold turkey, broke out, mindlessly roam the streets until they pass out at the end of this. I guess what could happen next is exploring how they face the denial of their addiction, their trouble distinguishing the reality of their high/lack thereof and the "actual" reality. I don't know. And I don't think I'll do much with it. It was fun to do something though.

Crunch, crunch, crunch

One foot in front of the other – crunch, crunch, crunch – tiny red droplets falling onto the concrete.

drip, drop, drip...drop....

leaving a scarlet trail behind a lonesome skeleton, setting one foot in front of the other, one ragged sneaker in. front. of. the. other. The slow brain, tired, worn out, filled with the sound of it's steps –

crunch, crunch, crunch

It's tattered lungs heaving through the misty, dirty air of the undead city. The sun was rising early that day. It's fragile rays tentatively reaching out to the earth. Caressing it's cold, rough surface.

The skeleton stopped suddenly, looking down onto the ground. Noticing the light trickle of blood, it turned around. It's hollow eyes following the scarlet path to it's origin.

But there was nothing to see. The air was quiet. Peaceful. Which stood in a stark contrast to the violent...feelings that were rushing through the skeletons body. Making it shiver. Making it feel insanely afraid.

What had happened?

There was only chaos, no images. Just fear. Pain. And then...just numbness.

The skeleton moved around again. It's eyes showing signs of confusion. It let it's eyes rest on a cracked, spray painted wall a little while ahead, before lifting it's hands up slightly. Turning the palms upwards, slowly dropping it's eyes to examine the skin, which was bruised, all the way up it's arms. Caked with blood at places. And, in what our skeleton perceived as slow-motion, a little, stunningly red droplet of blood made its way down through the air. Steadily, dripping from the nose down, way down, onto the skeletons left palm. It felt warm. It felt alive. And it glistened in the sun.

Then the world began to flicker, to shift. Until suddenly the grey concrete was the whole world for our skeleton, and the last thing it should see, for what felt like eternity.

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YamiTheDragon Featured By Owner Dec 23, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Is it your birthday today? If so, Happy Birthday!
If not, happy birthday anyway. 
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InkDrawnDreamer Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2014  Student General Artist
Happy Birthday Joy! :party: :iconbummy2:
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Dark-Fire-Dragoness Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I've come to wish ye a merry birthday! And not throw birthday squids at you or anything~ :carnivorouscake:
I'd attempt to do a thing but I can only dragon. ;u;
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wolfzero00time Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2014  Student General Artist
Okay so I don't know if you remember but a little while back we had a conversation about your hair style and it sort of inspired yeah....TADA!!:…
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wolfzero00time Featured By Owner Aug 8, 2014  Student General Artist
Thanks for the +fav

Now for some funny stuff for no reason XD!/s/Escalator…!/s/Bacon/39h…
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