Since everyone keeps posting drawings and pictures, post yours here!

Waaaaay better than mine.

Awesome! :D

Wow, AWESOME!

HOLY SHEET MAN

Wow nice .3.

nice stare kid! :3

chimpney power must be awesome :O

Wow, 8... You are an AWESOME drawer!

^ Thank you~

It's soo cool :3

Woah....

It's stupid..

That's GREAT...

:D i pag-ibig it

Aw, don't feel bad again. It's perfectly fine!

^ agreed! It doesn't 'suck'!

lolwut? There's no Hetalia on my drawing.

'tis why I sinabi never mind.

Damn how much are those things? I want to do digital art too!!!

I wish I had a tablet so much ahh I'd post so much art you don't even know I draw a lot but I hate my art bc it reminds me of Cissie's too much -end life story-

Oh wows..!

Pretty 8D

Thanks. :D

Welcome :3

Wow.

Nice!

Dah cute !

is NOT crappy.

Perv XD nice though

Perv? Why?

Thank you, Beastboy!

COOL 8F

Yeah, same here! linkI made 3 AMVs so far. Unfortunately, I can't watch yours because it was blocked in my country... X( But I'm sure it's good to say the least!

That's. Really. Cool :)

THATS AMAZING

Amazing...

Welcome :3

Wonderful picture, Excalibur!

FOOL! “Hey, Dahlia,” my twin sister Grace said, holding up a bright kulay-rosas sando “what about this one? Guys will be tripping over their own feet for you if you wore this!” I groaned. Why was Grace so obssesed with pink? Not only was the sando pink, but it was cut low, too, and really ugly. And not the way we needed to be making ourselves look at our new school. Honestly, I didn’t think that Grace and I were related, we acted so different. “It looks like it needs a pair of hooker boots to go with it,” I said. Grace scoffed. “Its really hard to tindahan with you, after that coma of yours, you know.” I rolled my eyes. A little over a taon before, I had fallen into a coma and had gotten a slight case of amnesia. I knew who I was, my personal info such as my hair color, birthday, eyecolor, and paborito holiday, which is Halloween, that so happened to be my birthday. Grace told me that before my coma, I was just like her. Flirty, to put it nicely. Obviously, that’s not the way I was anymore. Not only had I changed in personality, but I had the strange feeling that someone was, or should be, looking for me. At first, I thought that it was scary, like a stalker that you knew was there, but couldn’t see. But then, it began to comfort me, and I felt as though I were loved enough to be searched for. I didn’t tell anyone, afraid they might think I was crazy and put me in the asylum, and also because I knew that they’d probably call the police to paghahanap for my “stalker”, and it would be nothing and we’d be fined for prank calling. Despite the coma, however, I managed to keep my knowledge of things taught in school, and life lessons, and I was accually too advanced in science for my school, so I had to ilipat to a new one. That’s why Grace and I were shopping for new clothes, to make an impression on the people in our new school, which we were going to start going to in a day. Why Grace picked the last minuto to go shopping, I’ll never know, but I did know one thing; Grace was going to get a ton of trouble the first araw dressed like that. Grace sighed “Why did Mom and Dad make us go to this school, anyway? Don’t they have that ‘distorying science exlamitories’ class at our old school?” I slapped my forehead. “Its ‘exploring science discovery’ , Grace, and no, our old school didn’t have it. This is the only school in the country that has that class.” Grace shrugged and went back to searching through the clothes for something kulay-rosas again. I shook my head. Grace was such an airhead, and all this time it was blondes that had earned that reputation. I never did think that hair color had anything to do with it, and Grace proved the point that brunettes aren’t always smart. I didn’t have a to worry about that kind of stuff, though. My hair was orange. kahel with black highlights, actually. Naturally, too, and I don’t mean like how some redheads have orange-ish hair. This hair was really orange, like my eyes. Peculiar, yes, but natural. As natural as my long, piano playing fingers. I loved the piano and loved to play it, but I really loved the pipe organ. I couldn’t play, but for some reason the pipe organ had a familiar, comforting sound to it that I just couldn’t explain, as if I had heard it everyday for my entire life. Not that I could remember, but that’s just the way it was. Grace gave a joyful, excited scream from susunod to me. “This sando is so cute! I have to buy it!” I looked at the shirt. It was pink, surprise surprise, and buttoned up the front to about the end of the bust. It looked decent, as in unrevealing, but I had a feeling that grace would “forget” to button it up enough. I jumped up from my seat, almost tripping over my dress. “Are you done finally?” I asked her, a little inpatiance in my voice. Grace turned tward the shoes. “I need some shoes to go with it…” she said. I goaned. Grace was worse with the shoes than the shirts, and she’d want a matching pitaka and a new skirt, too, which were even worse than the shoes. We were going to be in there a long time. *** One eternity later (five hours), we finally left the mall. I hadn’t bought anything, I’d probably end up wearing a Halloween costume to school, anyway. Not a witch costume or anything like that, but something that actually looked and felt like everyday clothing. I wouldn’t worry about it that night, though. I’d pick it out in the morning. I went up to my room and flopped on my bed. I had just gotten my Halloween decorations put up, aparador ng mga aklat moved in and stocked with books, room painted kahel with black trim, black floor-length curtains put up, and my portible keyboard put in. My cat, Eve, was sitting on my keyboard sleeping. Cats, I thought and giggled. As much as I disliked it, I walked over to her cat dish and filled it up and emptied out her litter box. Afterward, I sprayed my room with an autumn-sented air freshiner. Smells like fall, I thought, which was already here. Well, the season, at least. It was mid-October, October Tenth to be exact, and the leaves were gold, orange, red, and brown. I opened my curtains and peered out my window. It was night, and I couldn’t see the crisp mga kulay of the trees outside, but I looked anyway. I knew they were there nonetheless. Even just thinking about them gave me a sense of comfort and a sensse of home, although I accually didn’t have many autumn-colored trees at my old house. I wondered if I lived near some before my coma? That, obviously, I’d never know. Or will I? I dismissed the thought immediately. I had amnesia and I wasn’t going to get my memory back even if I plunged to my death from a four-hundred-fifty foot cliff, hoping that the adrenaline would start pumping and get my brain working correctly. The truth was, the door to my memories had been locked, and the key inside. Gone forever. But maybe, if what Grace sinabi was true, maybe it was best left forgotten. Perhaps my amnesia had been some sort of weird blessing, or a gift of some sort I had asked for in a dream once or something. Maybe I even gave it to myself, maybe I crashed my head into something on purpose. But then again, my amnesia probly was just that. Amnesia. I walked over to my trunk that was filled with all my Halloween costumes. I opened it up and dug through it. There was a certain costume I wanted to make sure I had. It was a floor-length, black gagamba web dress with a pair of matching gauntlets and a parasol. I pulled several costumes until I found my gagamba web one. I gasped in disbelief. There was a big rip down the side, as if it had been slashed through with a knife. I traced the cut with my finger and new that it wasn’t Eve. A cat scratch would have madami pieces hanging down and not just one, clean tear. It was impossible,though. My trunk had a lock on it, and the moving people wouldn’t bother looking into it, would they? Even if they did, why would they have a knife, and why would they want to cut my dress? I didn’t do anything to them, did I? I knelt over my trunk with the dress in my hands, like someone who had just Nawawala a loved one, which was somewhat correct. I had loved that dress, it was my favorite. Of course, I could sew it back up to where it was unnoticable, but it wouldn’t be the same. I would never be able to fix it back to the way it was. Although my fingers were good with sewing, they were better with piano. At least my magsuot ng bata is okay, I thought as I folded up the dress and put it back in my trunk. I’d just have to find something different to wear to school, and it’d probably be an everyday, normal person outfit. Well, almost. If a black skirt, kahel peasent blouse, and black doll shoes counted as normal. Well, maybe that sort of did, except for the fact that I’d be wearing a black chocker with a jack-o-lantern with it. And a bat braclelet. And black cat earings. And I’d paint my nails kahel and black. Yeah, not so normal anymore. I walked over to my window again. I needed the fresh air to end my worry about the dress. I needed to go to sleep, too. It was going to be a long araw at school in the morning, and I was certainly not a morning person, but I lingered sa pamamagitan ng my window instead. The wind started to blow a bit, bringing a nice breeze into my room, blowing into my shoulder-length hair. I breathed in, expecting to smell the crisp autumn air, but I smelled something foul. It smelled somewhat like blood, but yet somewhat the smell I expected from the underworld. Before we moved, I would have dismissed it as the smell of the city, but now that we were in a small, tiny, smelless town, I began to think about the possibilities when the leaves on the ground rustled outside. I turned off my light quickly, closed my window, and closed the curtains. I left a little peep hole in between them, though, to see if anyone was out there. My eyes adjusted quickly, and I saw something that vaguely resembled a human in the bushes. I blinked and it was gone.

Nice!

Cool :3

Ah, Ilana...

Eeyup.

Cool :D

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Welcome :3