Tagged by ~Galaxyrainbowgirl (https://www.deviantart.com/galaxyrainbowgirl)
Been AGES since I've been on DA. Anywho, let's go.
[x] You have an OC that resembles yourself (One intentionally, one.. not. It's a long story.)
[x] One of your OC's has your name (More than one, actually)
[x] You have OC's that are siblings (Being an eldest I couldn't resist
[x] You are constantly drawing your OC's (I don't post art on DA, plus all my trad art got lost in the Great Trash Accident of 2017)
[ ] You constantly receive positive feedback about one or more of your OC's (HAHAHA,,,)
Total: 4
[x] You have more than five OC's (I have... seven about)
[ ] Your OC's are varied
[ ] You have a m
About this Fake Artist bullshit. by LizzyBee2003, literature
Literature
About this Fake Artist bullshit.
I know I don't post much on DA, nor am I very active, but this does not make me a "fake deviant" or a "fake friend". I don't have much art I'm proud of, and sometimes I don't draw much for months or even years at a time, but this is just wrong. I write MUSIC! You can't upload music to deviantart!! I'm also working on concept art for a video game and I try to keep that a secret except among close friends on discord. This is wrong and really pisses me off and honestly, I'm a little hurt. "Fake artist"??
Edit: I am talking about http://pegakid2012.deviantart.com/journal/Fake-Artists-654462217
“There! There, I see them!” called Caoimhe. Jack ducked his head out of their playhouse- a cave in the rocks on the side of the hill on Sullivan’s Island where they lived formed a little outdoor room dubbed the “Cúpla-Cuilidh” . Here, their father and mother had set up some bookshelves, a height chart, and some art supplies and left the two to their devices. But that had been five years ago, and the little place was an array of paintings and tourist signings and sea shells and salt and dirty clothes and the like.
Caoimhe, however, was up on a boulder hiding the Cúpla-Cuilidh from view with a telescope.
Wait for Me:
One day I was wayfaring
Down Abbey Road
Fact now I remember,
was just the other night
People started starin'
At every stone I throwed
So I Thought I'd make a killing
Out in the broad daylight
Went up to the bankerman
Said "hey, I need a loan"
[ a small loan of a million dollars]
said "Sorry man, you're broke and down
and now you're all alone"
So I head for the run-down shack
Waitin' for me still
Just another mountain, just another hill
[CHORUS]
And I said,
"wait for me,
O Brother, wait for me"
"I still got some change in these
Torn up tattered jeans
And I said "wait for me,
O Brother, wait for me"
And every little steppin sto
Run Mister Ferryman
Run mister ferryman
Run from the storm
Get yourself inside
And get yourself warm
Mama's at the rocker
And Maurie's at the fire
In the cradle, in the crib
Is little Ella-noir
Here come the dark clouds,
Bold and brash
White light strike
And big boom crash
Your daughter's stirring fiercely
Away at the stove
And crying in her arms
Is little baby Jove
Up and down
go the winds and the tide
Bashing up the boats
And battering your pride
"Run, Mr. Ferryman" that's what they say
When the deep dark clouds come rollin' your way