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24.03.2010.

Romantically Apocalyptic

Remember Alexiuss? ( Art...an adventure that never seems to end - Part III )
Well, he has started his new art project called Romantically Apocalyptic. It's a webcomic. Very funny one, too!
I am a devoted follower (of zee Captain)!


http://www.romanticallyapocalyptic.com/


- INFO -

I am captain.
The year is 20__ something something.
I stopped counting a while ago, and therefore not sure what day it is.
Humanity is virtually wiped out in a nuclear holocaust.
Me and my last squad: pilot, sniper and engineer, live in the wasteland ruins of tomorrow.
This is my story.
I am captain.


- THE MAIN CHARACTERS -



Is he just damn lucky? Is he a real captain of a squad?
He is powered by imagination, he is greedy, arrogant, selfish, dumb at times... he's a kid at heart. He's similar to "the warden" character from "Superjail" series.




He encountered captain in the wasteland, having lost all hope in humanity.
The captain is now his only friend.
Sniper is a "Dr Watson" to Captain's "sherlock Holmes". He's the realist as opposed captain's imagination, and is often tied into captain's shenanigans against his own will. He's the "smart" character in the series from our perspectives, but his realistic view of the world smarts don't help him in any way as he doesn't have the captain's luck on his side... only mostly nearby him.
He's the intelligent, kind, yet highly unlucky character in the series. He questions the captain's motives, but still follows him, having no belief in anything else.





Engineer doesn't really care about stuff. He just wants to get something out of everything.
He knows of several reasons as to why the world ended.

He sticks with the captain and follows him around, because he believes that the captain is a lucky charm that will protect him against certain DOOM.
He's the witty, devious character in the series.
He's filled with sarcasm.





Pilot believes whatever the Captain tells him.
Pilot is a kid at heart, even worse than the Captain. He supports any and all of Captain's shenanigans, because he truly loves the Captain as one would love... god, teacher, and bestest friend.
He flew the captain once on his plane during a mission, and stuck to him ever since believing the Captain to be "The messiah".
Often he goes off on completely senseless missions sent by the captain.
He's the captain's absolute supporter. The avid listener to his stories. The devout follower of the captain's commands.
He's stupid and kind-hearted... dumb blonde complex.






Zee Captain commands you to FOLLOW!!!

22.03.2010.

Dusk...and Her Embrace




When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake

And the mists steal in with ease

Covened wolves arc their eerie dissonant napes

In adoration of the moon and thee

 

"They call as I to thee...."

 

And I will come, as if in a dream

My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen

Of vengeful, ancient breed

Gilded with the pelts of many enemies

Ereshkigal, raven-haired

Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair

I can taste thy scent by candlelight

Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair

Appease the beast on spattered sheets

Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps

Nocternity....

She shall come for me

 

A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life

Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night

And I have ridden from the westerning light

To expend my lust

Tear away the funereal dress

Know that I will escape from my death

Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress

 

Lo! The pale moonlight

Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline

Of mist and moth and the hunger inside

Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise

 

"Through twilight, darkness and moonrise

My scarlet tears will run

As stolen blood and whispered love

Of fantasies undone"

 

Countess swathed in ebony

And snow-white balletic grace

Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish

For lust and her disgrace

 

Dusk and her embrace

 

We shall flit through the shadows

Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow

Under deadly nightshade

Still warmed with the kill's afterglow

 

Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me

(Beneath the stars taste the death in me)

Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss

To sever thin mortality

 

Elizabeth

My heart is thine

Thy fragrant words

Warm within me like wine....

 

"Let me come to thee

With eyes like Asphodel

Moon-glancing, loose desires free

To writhe under my spell"

 

Ereshkigal, raven-haired

Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair

I know thy scent by candlelight

Immortal flesh I yearn to share

Appease the beast on spattered sheets

Dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps

Nocternity

She shall come for me....

 

Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus

How the full embosomed fog

Imparts the night to us....

 


21.03.2010.

Art...an adventure that never seems to end - Part V

Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.   (Twyla Tharp)


Newest addition to my deviantWATCH list. This one goes for all my fellow Dungeons & Dragons geeks.  When it comes to D&D art (or fantasy art in general), for me there was only Tood Lockwood. He is the guy who draws dragons as if he had seen them. But now, I'm adding Kerem Beyit to that list. Beautiful art! Enjoy!!!


http://kerembeyit.deviantart.com/

http://theartofkerembeyit.com




Feriel by *kerembeyit on deviantART


Half Elf Girl by *kerembeyit on deviantART


Silver by *kerembeyit on deviantART


Dragon Mage by *kerembeyit on deviantART
18.03.2010.

Why do I see her, wearing nothing but the dark?

Dark Tranquility - We Are the Void (March 2010)

Great album... I enjoy listening to it very much. The song, Her Silent Language is definitely one of my favorite.




 

 

Her Silent Language

 

Why do I see her, the never ending nights?

Why do I see her, wearing nothing but the dark?

 

Have you come here to warn me

Of what I cannot see

You want to tell me something

But you do not have the words

 

I know where you live

I can see through your darkness

And when you sleep

I hear the heart that beats you

 

Have you come here to warn me

Of what I cannot see?

You want to tell me something

But you do not have the words

 

Eyes far into the distance

A life that does not connect

Time played well its parts

On the strings that blind us

 

Encounters in silence

Words elude the freeing night

Wish I could fathom

What is too hard to tell

 

Her head hangs low

In the silence of her room

Her head hangs low

She takes a bite out of her heart

 

Have you come here to warn me

Of what I cannot see

You want to tell me something

But you do not have the words

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



17.03.2010.

Plain & Simple...




Taken from: http://xkcd.com/

15.03.2010.

Trolls

Do you WoW?  XD







14.03.2010.

Art...an adventure that never seems to end - Part IV

Painting is silent poetry. (by Plutarch)

I didn't forget about this one...I was just lazy. Sorry about that!

My deviantWATCH list is getting bigger every day. In this post allow me to present an artist known as Skia
. She is a very talented artist from Germany. Me like her art so much! Please visit her gallery. I'm sure that you will find her work beautiful as I do (especially if you like foxes :D ).

http://skia.deviantart.com/

 

 

 



Firefox by *Skia on deviantART


Black Magic Fox by *Skia on deviantART


Forbidden Love by *Skia on deviantART


Hey, Tail. by *Skia on deviantART


The Arrow by *Skia on deviantART
12.03.2010.

The Grudge



 

Trying to think of you as come kind of heroine.

Trying to think of you as somethin' that will fade with time.

Trying to think of you as some kind of distant sin.

Trying to think of you as yesterday's forgotten dream.

 

Things that you said, and the things that you never did.

Things that you did, and the things that you never said.

Left me empty and alone, kinda tryin' to atone.

Empty and alone, the only thing that's real.

 

You must be an emotional heretic.

Your word has become like shit on a stick.

No matter how hard I tried.

Someone close to me lied, now I carry the grudge.

 

Things that you said, and the things that you never did.

Things that you did, and the things that you never said.

Left me empty and alone, kinda tryin' to atone.

Empty and alone, the only thing that's real.

 

How could someone be so elusive?

How could someone be so fuckin' passive?

Even if I walk through all the circles of hell for you

You wouldn't even piss on me.

But it's too late, it's too late my dear.

Because I'm already there!

 

You've become an emotional heretic.

Your word was always shit on a stick.

No matter how hard I tried.

You fucking had to lie.

Empty and alone, the only thing that's real!

Empty and alone, the only thing that's real!

Empty and alone, the only thing that's real!

Empty and alone, the only thing that's real!

 

How can someone be so elusive?

How can someone be so fuckin' passive?

Even if I walk through all the circles of hell for you.

You wouldn't even piss on me.

But it's too late, it's too late my dear.

Because I'm already there!

 

 



10.03.2010.

"Care for a little necrophilia? Hmm?"



 

 

"My heart was a wardrum beat

By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults

When number thirteen fell in My lap

Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap

My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled

At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled

Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into

A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades

She went out like the light in My mind

Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine...

Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks

Came from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch

I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously

But when has ONE been able TO best separate the THREE?

I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do

Aah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through..."

 

 




It's snowing...again. Bad mood...again. I hate snow. @#%&@#
07.03.2010.

SMF

Ludilooo, ludilooo, ludiloooooooooo! Ludilooo, ludilooo, ludiloooooooooo! Ludilooo, ludilooo, ludiloooooooooo! Ludilooo, ludilooo, ludiloooooooooo! Ludilooo, ludilooo, ludiloooooooooo! Ludilooo, ludilooo, ludiloooooooooo! Ludilooo, ludilooo, ludiloooooooooo! Ludilooo, ludilooo, ludiloooooooooo! Ludilooo, ludilooo, ludiloooooooooo! Ludilooo, ludilooo, ludiloooooooooo!   XD



Svaka cast organizatoru i bendovima! Festival je bio za 10. Sigurna sam da ce iduce godine biti jos bolje.

Isis had HELL of a good time!!!



Tanker (Banja Luka) je odrao guzove.



02.03.2010.

Lenore



LENORE
 
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

 


Art by MirrorCradle ( http://mirrorcradle.deviantart.com/ )

  


AH, broken is the golden bowl!
     The spirit flown forever!
 Let the bell toll! — A saintly soul
     Glides down the Stygian river!
         And let the burial rite be read —
             The funeral song be sung —
         A dirge for the most lovely dead
             That ever died so young!
                 And, Guy De Vere,
                 Hast thou no tear?
                     Weep now or nevermore!
                 See, on yon drear
                And rigid bier,
                    Low lies thy love Lenore!

"Yon heir, whose cheeks of pallid hue
     With tears are streaming wet,
 Sees only, through
 Their crocodile dew,
     A vacant coronet —
         False friends! ye loved her for her wealth
             And hated her for her pride,
         And, when she fell in feeble health,
             Ye blessed her — that she died.
                 How shall the ritual, then, be read?
                     The requiem how be sung
                 For her most wrong'd of all the dead
                     That ever died so young?"

 Peccavimus!
 But rave not thus!
     And let the solemn song
 Go up to God so mournfully that she may feel no wrong!
         The sweet Lenore
         Hath "gone before"
             With young hope at her side,
                 And thou art wild
                 For the dear child
             That should have been thy bride —
                     For her, the fair
                     And debonair,
                         That now so lowly lies —
                     The life still there
                     Upon her hair,
                         The death upon her eyes.

"Avaunt! — to-night
 My heart is light —
     No dirge will I upraise,
 But waft the angel on her flight
     With a Pæan of old days!
         Let no bell toll!
         Lest her sweet soul,
             Amid its hallow'd mirth,
                 Should catch the note
                As it doth float
            Up from the damned earth —
                To friends above, from fiends below, th' indignant ghost is riven -
                    From grief and moan
                    To a gold throne
                Beside the King of Heaven?"

 


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