|Hey, Wild---wolf here [co-founder of GoldMedalArt].|
I've made a new account for -- .
This is for donating and a shared account between us founders and mods. Here all the art made by us for GoldMedalArt will be posted and anything else~~
Please donate! We have an idea for a contest, and when the group's donation pool has reached it's goal, we will have a contest~
[our goal is 175. 100 points for 1st place, 50 for 2nd and 25 for 3rd as well as other prizes such as commissions, features, etc]
Thanks for reading this, guys! Please consider donating to that account so we can hold our new contest soon!
The Soul GathererIn the night, he sparkled bright and clear.The Soul Gatherer by Malintra-Shadowmoon
He was a child of the universe,
Rejected by all,
Because his thoughts wandered around her only.
She was taboo for him
But she turned his heart and mind.
Innocently, she did it –
Begged him for help.
He listened to her when she sang to him.
Nothing ever sounded more beautiful to him.
A jade priestess she was
And he the moon prince – unequaled.
She made him believe that she did not know him.
Their hearts melt into one another.
Never, she would know that the moon prince stole her soul,
Banned it into a jaded figurine, dancing to her melody.
A beautiful dancer she was on top of a musical box –
Wound up, the song of her heart could be heard.
Asking everybody for a wish she could grant –
Her voice rang in her victims’ heads.
She was ready to fulfill each wish.
But in turn the wisher had to forget a loving person.
His soul became her prey –
For she was cursed – the Soul Gatherer.
“Do you have a wish?
The Legendary Irish PeisteIn the sixties, Captain Lionel Leslie tried to lure the monsters of Connemara in county Galway to appear on the surface. He undertook his first experiment in October 1965 in Lough Fadda. Leslie obtained the approval to spring in the lake with dynamite. It was his aim to scare the monster with the shock. 10 seconds after the detonation of 2 kilogram explosives, he saw that a black something appeared. Unfortunately the lake was so troubled by the explosion that it was difficult to recognize details. But what he saw was enough to convince the people of the existence of a monster in the lake.The Legendary Irish Peiste by Malintra-Shadowmoon
In October 1967, Leslie planned to fish out Lough Fadda with a net. His efforts stayed without any success. But in 1968, the Captain planned with a team to search Lough Nahooin bei Claddaghduff (Galway) with the help of a net. It was a little lake, only 90 meters wide and 75 meters broad. They were convinced to find the monster because five months ago, a farmer who lived nearby Stephen Coyne
White Lily CurtainsIf I'm a mouse then you must be the mousetrap,White Lily Curtains by starlightt1234
except you don't need the cheese;
your eyes are pits you fall into.
They're dark like the night sky,
yet they shine like the stars above.
I wonder if you notice the umbrella
I hold above your head when it rains,
but then again probably not; watching you go
reminds me of watching balloons slipping
from my grasp, and they're drifting up,
until pop, and you're gone.
Maybe you're just a graveyard,
harboring dead souls within your body,
and your voice is a death sentence.
Maybe your mouth is my coffin,
and your love is a blue rose,
so wonderfully impossible,
reaching for it will have me
falling like Icarus, my blood
spilling out like ink blotting
hideously on paper, until all
that's left is the milky gray.
And maybe that's alright.
I am Stupid.I sit there.I am Stupid. by YellowTori
I sit and stare.
I stare at the ugly brightness of my laptop screen.
On the blank new document.
At the blinking impatient cursor.
There. Not there. There not there.
Like a metronome for thinking.
At the stupid words I already typed out.
I stare and read them.
I cry and cry.
I cry will my mum talks to me.
I cry while I drink my tea.
I cry while I try to find the words.
I cry while I rehearse the words I'm going to have to say tomorrow to my teacher.
When I ask her for an extension once again.
Because I'm stupid.
I'm not improving.
I have a mental block when it comes to work.
Because all I want to do is to sink into my own universe of stories.
Not stay in this present where depression is blaming me.
And anxiety is the prosecutor.
I stayed awake until 4 in the morning because I was anxious and paranoid about a spider.
I spoke too loudly with my friends.
I couldn't read out loud in my class.
Please Don't Die TodayI want you to be HerePlease Don't Die Today by cassylovespink
Life is short,
Don't make it shorter.
All I want is You;
For you to be Alive.
I want to see that Beautiful Smile.
You are a Light that I want to bathe in Everyday;
And the Night that I would gladly Follow to be Consumed.
I need You,
Please don't push me away.
These haters want your demise;
Want the ruby liquid to spill out
From Your Precious Skin
Let me be your bandage
So I could soak up all the pain, the anger, the sadness
And when you are finished,
You could throw me away...
Or you could turn me around and use the back side.
Bullied On Our Friendly Website DABullied On Our Friendly Website DA by cassylovespink
There was once two authors on a website that wanted to let their opinion out.
But a famous author set to put them out.
She took the flame of these little author’s hearts making them burn from blue to red.
And here’s what she said,
“Your little fire shall be extinguished because I want you to get the Fuck Out!”
The tiny authors wept and cried.
Wondering was it because they picked a side.
Maybe if they had gone with the flow of everyone else
they wouldn't have suffered being a different self?
The small male author thought it was too much to handle and left.
But the dainty female author stayed behind. However,
The light within her grew dimmer and dimmer.
And its glow became barely a shimmer.
Her originality became to be like everything else she owned: plastic.
She wasn't real anymore; just another author following the trends.
All hope was lost.
No one to come save her.
Sadness reigned within her,
making her shallow and pale as Frost.
DaddyDaddy,Daddy by Oilux
aren't you proud of me?
Haven't I done enough Daddy?
Am I not your little girl?
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
but can you please come back?
I promise I'll do better.
I promise I can be perfect.
Don't you love me?
Look I drew you a picture,
will you come home now?
Where did you go?
Please come back.
Mommy says you don't care anymore
but I know it's not true.
It can't be true.
You don't even call anymore.
You said you loved me
and that I was your princess,
then why aren't you here?
Please come home.
I want my Daddy back.
Att Authors - How to pick a cover artistWhen it comes to choosing a suitable candidate for designing the cover for your book, there a few things to take into consideration which are usually over looked. As a cover artist myself, I have gone through many trial and errors in the process of working alongside an author in designing their cover. Little things that can frustrate both parties and lead to an uncomfortable working relationship. I thought of writing this to maybe help some people create better working environments for each other.Att Authors - How to pick a cover artist by mippieArt
Envisioning your cover
The first responsibility lies with the author. You need to have at least a vague picture in mind of what you would like your cover to look like. I have had many authors hire me and when it comes to the brief about what they want for the cover, they just go 'Oh I trust your artistic opinions. Let's see what you come up with'. Then following my own instinct, I go on creating MY idea of what the cover should look like, not having much to go o
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.How to love a girl who can't love herself. by PrussianPersephone
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
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