.:COMIC:. | Elevation is Evil ❤

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Panel 1: Wait, wait, wait…
Panel 2: *points to picture of flat land* How is THIS okay…
Panel 3: *points to picture of hill* …but not THIS?!
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MY VERY FIRST DIGITAL COMIC!!! Starring another random unnamed character~ I’m so proud of myself… but you’re probably asking “Volk, oh wise and powerful, (okay maybe not that second part lol) what does this mean?”

So me and my friend Re-juvenate on deviantART talk occassionally, and somehow, the same issue keeps popping up throughout our conversations – girl chests. Alexa (Re-juvenate) has a very strong hatred against the taboo on girls’ chests having to be covered up in public, while men don’t have to do it to their own chests, and she strongly believes sexism is the reason this is so. Now while I’m not entirely sure about the reasoning behind it, she makes a very valid point – what is the difference? They’re practically the same thing, aside from an elevation difference and function difference.
While this isn’t enough to make me feel comfortable looking at girl chests (I still try to look away if ever an image slips by on the horrible World Wide Web), it is enough to convince me to ask… why the heck are girl chests so sensitive in public? Personally, I think it’s because many women don’t like people looking at them, and will call them perverts if they do, hence why society was like “Okay then, now it’s illegal! Are you happy now?” Even so… the point still remains valid. Plus not to mention the fact that every baby who has been breastfed has seen one before, and now they suddenly are never allowed to see one again once they’re able to walk? That’s the power of logic, everyone!

It is once again the return of the dreaded “double standard”, a cruel, cruel infestation that has plagued this land since the ancient times. It’s effects? A group of people can do one thing and be just fine, whilst another group can do the same thing and be punished, by no valid legal standing. Such as women having certain advantages over men, and vice versa, with a standard based solely on racial or wealth status. Truly, it is a system we must do away with if we are to be truly equal.

Make up your fricking mind. Are you for or against this group of people? Are you going to give this group of people an advantage or a disadvantage over others? Or maybe, you could try and actually be EQUAL FOR ONCE… frick- either free or hide… which one will it be-
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||”Sovereign Seizure”❤ ||

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Star Traveller 1: Into The Stars | Episode I: The Crystal Down the Lane , Part 2

The Prince was led away by a medium sized woman with sharp elflike ears, dressed in comfortable maid clothing. Her clothes wrapped around her neatly, covering up her body completely, save her head, hands, and shoes. Her dress was long enough to protect her legs, but not too long so as to keep her from tripping up.

“Your Majesty,” the woman bowed respectfully, looking up at her superior. “I’ve gained surprising intel regarding our.. umm.. guests.”
“Is that so? Please enlighten me.”
“These two knights, as they say they are… I don’t believe they’re really knights. Their visual profiles matches the description of the two boys that your benefactor has been looking for.”
“I knew it.” The Prince said quietly. “He did say that one of them had light violet hair. That is quite a rare trait to have, is it not?”
“With the exception of a few species known in the galaxy, yes.” The woman said, with her gentle voice. “However, he does not match any of the species on that list. Even if he did, having both light purple hair and eyes is extremely uncommon. It’s him alright.”

As they were talking, another female approached them both. She sported a feminine, yet valiant dress, with frills along the abdomen. It had a palette of blue, white, and gold, with a golden royal design planted on her chest, accented by a sea of cerulean and guarded by golden walls, separating the ocean from the ivory landscape that envelopes the rest. The breastplate smothered any cleavage that would’ve been revealed by other dresses, and light, feathery pauldrons guarded her shoulders bravely. Soft, wispy vines rolled down her back, and held onto her collarbones to keep from falling. A bejeweled pin was placed neatly in her hair, accenting her olivine eyes.

“What are you talking about?” she asked the Prince, who was rubbing his chin gently.
“Melissa, please summon the guards here. Apparently the boys are in the castle.”
“Do you mean the ones that your contacter was looking for?”
“Precisely.” Melissa then walks away.
“Thank you Luvendia. You shall be rewarded. Now please return to your post.” The servant girl curtsied and stepped away, allowing the Prince to return to his place at the table.
“Mystic Volksfrei, I trust you are enjoying your meal?”
“As a matter of fact, I am. Thank you your Highness” Volk replied kindly. He actually did feel better after eating.
“I had hoped you would. Victor, are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?”
“Do not fret your highness, I am quite alright.”
“Good. When you’re finished, I would like you to come with me for a moment.”
“Hmm..” Volk squinted suspiciously. “Why? Where to?”
“Don’t worry. I just know someone who simply cannot wait to see you both. Please, I insist.” Volk rubbed his chin gently, trying to think of who he could possibly mean. He looked over to see the prodding eyes of his close friend, before reluctantly saying, “Ohhh alright.”
“Thank you. You won’t regret it, really.”

A few minutes had passed, and dinner had ceased. The Prince and his guards had escorted the two boys to an isolated room within the castle. The floors were just as beautiful as they were at the eating area, so shiny that one could see their reflection in it. Padded chairs were set neatly, and sparsely strewn along the edge of the room. A gorgeous powder blue wardrobe leaned against the eastmost wall, surveying the room silently. A small, two step staircase led to an elevated part of the room, which contained the bed, a large, comfy canopy bed adorned in light blue and white fabric. This section of the room had a gorgeous, radial design engraved within the ceiling, as well as several pillars strapped to the edge of the wall, with two large dressers – one next to the bed, and one right in front of it – the one that contained a giant mirror. A window was placed on the east wall in this section, leading to a balcony which allowed the resident to gaze out onto the silent village below.

“Please, make yourself comfortable.” the Prince said, before leaving the room and closing the door.
“Hm.. I will admit this is quite a lovely room. I think.. I think I can enjoy myself here.” Volk said, gently laying along the bed.”
“That’s the spirit.” His companion smiled gently as he sat along the bed as well. “Think about this logically – what reason would anyone have to harm us here? Especially after what we’ve done for them.”
“I can come up with a few reasons… what if this was the Prince’s plan all along to gain the crown, and we’d actually just ruined it? Maybe one of the servants? A secretive Peasants’ Revolt? A-” Volk’s rant was quickly silenced by a quick rub on the head.
“Shh.. don’t worry about it, alright? You’re thinking too much. We’ve had a long day, so just relax.” V1 gave him a soft, reassuring smile, causing Volk to slowly roll his eyes.
“Oh alright.. have it your own way.” He smirked a bit as he laid down on his back, his hands folded over his chest. V1 got up and started to amble around the room to get a closer view of his surroundings.
“There is one thing that still poses a logical concern, V1.” Volk said. “I will never understand why he had to bring us here, though. He simply could’ve brought the person to us.”
“That is… a very good point.”  V1 pondered a bit as his eyes slowly wandered to the door. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this..”. He walked over to the door and stared at it carefully, before his eyes suddenly burst open in surprise.
“What?! It’s.. It’s locked-”
“Why would he do that if…. OOOOOHH I knew we couldn’t trust him!” Volk growled. “I bet I know who put him up to it, too. He has constituents all across the galaxy!” He runs over to the balcony and looks down to the ground, and is suddenly hit with a club of acrophobia.
“Of course he put us on one of the highest levels of the castle-”
“Don’t worry, we’ve been in tougher situations before.” V1 came with Volk, and looked to his left, spotting a few vines along the outer walls. “I have an idea.”
“V1, you know very well I cannot climb vines, ESPECIALLY downwards!”
“Not to worry – I’ll go first, and I’ll catch you if you fall.” The purple boy pouted internally and sighed as his friend slid down the vine with ease.
“Now it’s your turn!” Volk shivered a bit as he slowly grabbed onto the vine and leaped onto it, grasping it tightly.
“Just release your grip a little bit, alright?”
Volk nodded nervously and slowly took tension away from the rope, allowing him to slide a few inches. This startled him and prompted him to freeze up in fear.
“It’s okay.. just keep going! One interval at a time.”
“A-A-Alright..” he breathed slowly and started to slide down the vine, one bit at a time. As he reached the bottom, a horned figure gazed upon them from the balcony above.
“THEY’RE ESCAPING! SEIZE THEM!”
Almost instinctively, the little purple boy snatched his friend’s hand and he scurried off into the night…

 

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|| “Draxtorian Dinner” ❤ ||

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Star Traveller 1: Into The Stars | Episode I: The Crystal Down the Lane , Part 1

Location:  UNKNOWN PLANET, KINGDOM: DRAXTORIA, CITY: TAUREN

It was nighttime in Tauren, the bustling capital city of the kingdom of Draxtoria. Here lies a beautiful, yet primitive civilization, without electric lights, motorcars, or even television. However, the town was teeming with love and magic, something that a more technologically advanced society would most likely live without. Children were smiling and skipping up and down the streets with their parents, who never thought once of leaving their beloved partners. Judgement of other citizens were kept to a fair minimum, and all was well.

However, the Draxtorians, like the whole of life itself, is very untrusting to outsiders. They hold a mysterious legend that a stranger will come along and thrust their kingdom into hate and despair. Thus it came to a surprise to many residents that two strangers were invited to the castle for dinner. The castle, a 60 foot tall fortress of diamond, copper, and other hefty materials, filled with treasures beyond an ordinary man’s wildest dreams. Residents are usually allowed to come and go as they please, except in extreme circumstances. Others were usually not even permitted to enter the kingdom. Yet two mysterious “knights” were allowed inside.

One was quite sturdy, a strapping young man with soft, flowing gray hair, and shimmering ruby eyes, with a voice so passive and elegant that it could soothe the sparrows. The other one was very short in stature. A soft patch of cotton candy hair sat atop his head, neatly combed as not to interrupt the gaze of the amethysts that lay in his head. A pair of small spectacles sat contently on the bridge of his small, button nose, with a voice so quiet and angelic, you’d believe he was just born yesterday. These knights calmly sat at the table, sipping some foamy soda, and conversed with one another.

“I’m very thankful we’re alive… but I believe we must be going now..” the lavender boy whispered to his comrade, to which he gained this reply; “Well Volk, the kingdom is just showing their gratitude… it’s not everyday that this kingdom needs to be saved. The least we could do now is stay for dinner, after the cooks spent so long preparing it.”

“Oh, alright V1…” the little purple boy began to grow impatient, but he waited like his companion wanted.

“HAR HAR! Mystic Volksfrei and Victor of One, you have saved this kingdom from complete turmoil! I still cannot believe Judas would do such a thing like that!” the king laughed heartily with a large stick of meat in hand. The wisteria colored “knight” muttered under his breath, “With a name like that, I’m not sure how one can be surprised-” prompting a soft nudge from his companion, trying to prevent him from being so snide.

“Father, please..” There was a young man next to the king… his son. Like his father, he had light tan skin, sapphire blue eyes, and plum-colored hair on his head. However, his hair was longer and more neatly combed than his father, who had a gruff beard to go with his hearty Viking-esque voice. The prince also had two horns protruding from his forehead, which he held softly with his hand.
“… I have a terrible migraine..” he continued. The gray haired boy swiftly pulled out a bottle and handed it over to the prince.

“Here, drink this. It should help your head.”

“Why thank you, Victor of One.. your valiance is only preceded by your kindness.” The royal son gently sniffed the elixir, checking for any sign of poison, before drinking a bit of it. “My my.. I feel quite better already~ Thank you.”

“My pleasure, your Majesty.” He then turned to see his young companion looking at him disapprovingly. He didn’t trust others very easily.

“Well, are you enjoying your meal?” the gray haired one said, trying to ease his fury.
“Have you forgotten that these people locked us up in a cell?!” he whispered angrily. “And now they are apologizing for it. Just try to enjoy yourself alright? You know how cranky you get when you’re hungry.”
The purple boy just scoffed quietly and began to eat elegantly, while his companion just rolled his eyes and chuckled. Soon, someone came and whispered softly in the Prince’s ear.

“Excuse me, please.” and he walked off…

TO BE CONTINUED

 

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||Volk’s Human Ref [11/19/17]❤

Well I originally wasn’t going to post this till later, but in light of a very surprising  happening, I have decided to color and post this new human reference of Volk!

||Volk's Human Ref~|| by Stewie106

And the kanji is supposed to be “Volk Chamomile” in Japanese, or “Chamomile Volk” as the Japanese write their names… I’m clearly not an expert at calligraphy so stop criticizing me! That’s right, I see you there shaking your heads, saying my kanji is terrible. I used Google Translate okay? (It’s quite amazing for INDIVIDUAL WORDS AND PHRASES lol)

Sooo enjoy~

I also wanted to post this, as it looked really fricking amazing – I set the main color layer’s filter to “Multiply” and it almost looks like I colored it on the paper, maybe even like an actual animation cel! So cool~

|| Volk's Human Ref - CEL STYLE~ || by Stewie106

 

Retroooo~
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||The Temperamental Transformation❤||

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2015

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Young, innocent, a mincing boy with everlasting naiveté and a small vial of optimism within his soul. I came into the world of deviantART pure, loving, caring. Hoping that one day I could be one of the famous artists like Kphoria or otherwise. I was just starting art then… and I had next to no knowledge of the outside world – no knowledge of the cruel and disgusting processes that living being impose on another – no reason to believe that a male needed to be present for a baby to be concieved – only my book smarts.
I was much happier then… smiling, free.. I felt so welcome here at first. Getting to talk to one of my then-idols, meeting three new friends (one of which I’d not heard from since), and overall just feeling accomplished in myself. I felt like I actually meant something, even if I was nothing but a neutron, floating on a dust speck which was tucked neatly into a small pocket of the universe.
For once… maybe everything would turn out right…

TWO AND-A-HALF YEARS LATER | 2017

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Heartbroken. My soul liquidated. The pessimistic cloud that was my true self had manifested into something bigger, stronger. I had always been a resentful person in one way or another, whether it was from the rotten apples at my school, constantly spoiling the harvest, or of the morons who murder their former beloveds, or the ones who cheat on them, or never loved them at all! The ones who run into the street without looking both ways, you name it… but that abhorrence has only been amplified since. New knowledge entered my mind… unwanted knowledge. Homophobes, religious hatred, rape, the true way that babies are born… the perversion and foul language that sours the soul of nearly all I come into contact with. Infidelity. Mistrust.
The worst of these…. my sworn archenemy – the one who has taken a hold of almost every single one of my companions, especially the ones that I hold closest to myself, the ones allowed just outside the icy basin at the foot of my Fortress of Kent. The one who always wins, who always gets what he wants; no matter how many times I speak, how many gifts I make, no matter how many times I reach out of my protective shell, at the threat of my own life, he always wins. Always forcing their hands to the blade, to turn it towards their own, faithful skin – to bring desires of leaping off of cliffs, disobeying doctors, thrusting themselves towards unfaithful partners. It is this enemy… the one thing I can never conquer. Although he has no hold on me, he is the very bane of my existence… for nearly all I show the slightest bit of compassion towards are subject to his grasp.

I have matured much from that jocular, life-relishing boy from two years ago. I have learned the truth – the sting of reality. That the vessels containing the sweet honey of perspicacity that wander so helplessly in this world are the minority. That true love, for me at least, is impossible to find. That happiness is simply a veil, a facade… a lie. Optimism is just one big act. While, yes, you feel great for a little while.. those little accomplishments, those few people that lift your spirits.. but you know in the end you’ll just slip right back in the ditch.
The world is truly a horrible place, and most people in it. That people, in general, do not want to be your friend, or want anything to do with you. That the true “goodness” in this world, is rapidly shrinking – it is now the minority. This realm of darkness is my home, and I must accept it, lest I spend an eternity in purgatory for attempting to bring myself to the sweet Heaven… where true happiness resides. (sorry athiests.)

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Just Saying… This Guy is an Idiot

Congratulations Bishop Morlino. You have shown me that there are still people out there that are a disgrace to Christians

 

https://www.change.org/p/pope-francis-remove-bishop-robert-c-morlino-from-the-diocese-of-madison-wi?utm_medium=email&utm_source=petition_signer_receipt&utm_campaign=triggered&share_context=signature_receipt&recruiter=305015917

 

Here’s a link to a petition to get him removed. Hopefully with enough of these digital signatures we could actually do something idk
There are multiple accounts of this, too
https://dekerivers.wordpress.com/2015/01/26/ask-pope-francis-to-remove-bishop-robert-morlino/

http://host.madison.com/wsj/news/local/a-sampling-of-the-controversies-bishop-robert-morlino-has-found/article_7e7f70c0-4766-55e3-a4ab-0381fcc68eec.html

New Phone

Well just to let you guys know, my next video may not come out till a lot later.

You see my uncle gave me a new phone last month, but I have yet to take it to my mobile service provider to exchange SD cards..

Until then, keep on hoping for higher quality videos~ And who knows, maybe I’ll even come out with a drawing video real soon~ Image result for adorable wink gif

The Doctor is out~