Hey guys, I decided to follow my portfolio on Artstation.com, so I'm going to abandon this one here, you can follow me there, or any commission, project or inquiry to Jaimejasso3d@hotmail.com
https://www.artstation.com/artist/jaime
So long Deviantart!
I've started an instagram to dump my old work and put up new WIP, step by step and inks so follow me there if you're interested in all that (link below) :D
https://www.instagram.com/thedurrrrian/
As usual im open to suggestions and specific stuff you would like to see there, like maybe video bits of me rendering certain parts of an image, step by steps of certain pieces, and all that so feel free to let me know
I just cleared out all my artworks here and moved out. I won't be uploading any works here in the future. You can still see my wokr on my Pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=1598540 or follow me on my Twitter: https://twitter.com/DanteWontDie I'll update more frequently there.
And don't take this as a sad thing... I'm just simply moving. The comments make it feels like I'm stopping drawing. I just don't like the regulations here, and move to the sites which rules fit me better.
Who goes there at witching hour
Shuffling through brown leaves away from the lamplight?
Whose heavy, but cautious step
doesn't disturb blissful sleepers' sight?
Maybe a lone traveler
that passes lands of strangers without peace
Walks under cover too thin
And blood dribbles down on their hat from a cat's feast
Or if not, I wonder if
Someone walks in mud and drags their spirit behind
Fleeing, haunted by clear sky
Because to their shame the sun would not be kind
Perhaps it is a dreamer,
Unafraid to blindly tread the frozen ground
They have the Fool up their sleeve
of stories keeping them up they can be proud
Or can it be, at long
FFM 2016 13: More Hands by KreepingSpawn, literature
Literature
FFM 2016 13: More Hands
“Welcome to Blue Lotus. Tonight we are serving boti kabab masala, reshmi kabab, mango chicken, aloo saag, dlamakhani, or house pullao or biriyani. To accompnay we offer samosas, pakora, and pickels, basmati or jasmine rice, or fresh-baked roti or naan.”
From the bustling kitchen Kali does not hear the details as the latest party of diners convey their selections, but it seems quite a long time before the high clear voice of the vetres moves on; “To drink we have fresh lassi, fresh fruit juice, bottled water, chai, masala chai, coffee, or cola.”
Again, a long delay before she continues, “And for dess
FFM 2016 10: Judgement of the Allgod by KreepingSpawn, literature
Literature
FFM 2016 10: Judgement of the Allgod
The road is older than the village. Aan’swr made it long and long ago, dragging hesir scaly belly over the land as heshi crawled beneath the yoke of First-God, before heshi rose up and became Allgod hesirself.
Each morning the dragon birds gather on the road, to eat grit and bathe in the dust. The village people gather to delight in their song and marvel at their plumage and offer honour and respect to them as messangers of the Allgod. After dust bathing, the birds are offered grain and seed before they fly off to the jungle and the crop fields to forage insects.
One morning, very early, a foreign tourist comes riding his
I have seen
a winter snow
turn to
black sludge
and form
hooked tentacles,
reaching towards a
witch- red moon.
The elder gods
are never faulty
but they are useless.
When one prays
for knowledge
the elders
look down,
humming,
and slither away
as they always do.
I skim a
dirt skin book
whose pages are full
of unfamiliar elders.
The mad Abdul Alhazred
dreams of wonders
and I dream
of possessed women
like the one I used to possess.
I feel guilty
for I cursed her
away from me
when I lost control.
And she has
never returned.
Where are those
female figures
whose mouths
jutted open
like their mothers.
Shaking, and chattering
and clawing at
When I was just a little boy
I asked my mother, "What will I be?"
Will I be handsome? Will I be rich?"
Here's what she said to me:
"Que sera sera.
Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see
Que sera sera.
You come from God's own land,
You're safe by God's own hand,
We know you will make us proud,
and shine through the clouds...
and shine through the clouds..."
When I was leaving for the states,
I asked my friend, "What lies ahead?"
Will there be war? What if there is?"
Here's what my friend said to me:
"Que sera sera.
Whatever we make will be.
The future is ours to carve.
Que sera sera.
Britain will endure,
Regardless of Ge