Steam ID: Steeve the Fox|
Current Residence: United States
Personal Quote: "Anyone has the ability to paint the Mona Lisa, if they take the time and effort to do it."
Currently Unamed Story Pt. 2 I sat up, and for reasons lost to me, I was sweating heavily. Only able pull bits of last night to the forefront of my memory, I looked around my living room hazily and addressed my current state. A slight buzz, so I was drinking… and Jace didn’t seem to be home or else I would’ve been in bed instead of on the couch. The house was normal, from the flat screen TV against the wall to the wooden coffee table between it and the couch. I spotted a key caked in dirt on the floor though; it looked like I might have used the spare to get in. Turning around, I walked over to the sliding glass door and opened it to take in the mid-day air.Currently Unamed Story Pt. 2 by Steeve-the-Fox
I took a deep breath then stopped completely when I remembered locking the door behind me before slipping onto the couch last night. I went into a cold panic when I heard the door of the fridge in the kitchen close with a clattering clink.
My feet carried me shakily
Currently Unamed Story Pt. 1 “Abby, wake up…”Currently Unamed Story Pt. 1 by Steeve-the-Fox
A masculine voice was whispering to me from what seemed to be within my head. It was rough at the edges, but had a soft inner lining that sounded full of depth; like the croak of a toad.
“Abby, c’mon; we’re out of time.” It beckoned a little louder. Vision faded into focus as my eyes fluttered open. Hard lines that made up a grim face became clear, a black goatee standing out, with a pair of brown irises fixed on me.
“Jace? What’s going on?” My senses stood alert to the space around me, unfamiliar to it. I could see a blanket of darkness dotted with glittering lights and Jace’s face, lit by an ambient glow that cast shadows across his dark complexion. His features were contorted into an expression of worry as he glanced around before answering.
“Sorry, but there’s no time; you need
My deviantART storyI like this idea of a reminiscence, a site-wide summing up of things. I joined in 2008 because my college friend was into it; she didn't draw. I did, but my story of dA is really, I think, discovering that art isn't going to be a huge part of my life. There's nothing sad about that, the way I see it. The things I most enjoyed on dA, at times, were reading comments on other people's work and writing my reviews of The Clone Wars. The responses and discussion I got out of those reviews were what began my Star Wars blog, which is bringing me a lot of cool experiences now.My deviantART story by Nemonus
This is my first existing deviation:
Looking back through my gallery today, I deleted several things - the self-insert characters, mostly. There's still a lot of evidence of those, and of my crusades and crushes. I'm not sure how I feel about that. They're part of me too, and helped me grow, I guess. I'll always have some guilty fondness for the shameless self insert characters, just no des
My DeviantART StoryFor the birthday celebration badge: http://heidi.deviantart.com/journal/Celebrate-deviantART-s-14th-Birthday-473081105 I'm going to take a lot of cues from :iconkalmastari:'s, because I like the way she did hers.My DeviantART Story by surfersquid
Let's take a little trip down memory lane, shall we? *peers down memory lane* Actually, this might take a while.
Here's the super old stuff. The stuff so old, it's all the way in the back in my scraps, but I keep it for old time's sake. Also old. I was a teenager who did not know how to draw.
My first deviation! Behold the old. What is shading I do not even. And yes, I drew that with a mouse!
First scanned (traditional) deviation! Such wobbly lines!
First collaboration! A friend of mine wrote the script and I drew it.
First deviation with someone else's character! I cringe every time I see those black shirts though.
First self-portrait in a deviat