|Hey, Wild---wolf here [co-founder of GoldMedalArt].|
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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]
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Fighting Rape CultureFighting Rape CultureFighting Rape Culture by ActsofArt
One commonly overlooked fact of sexual assault is that in most cases the offender is someone the victim knows. It can be an acquaintance, a friend, or even an intimate partner and is most commonly a turn from consensual relations to non-consensual sex (RAINN). Given this, consider the following statement from the academic journal, “Prosecutorial Decisions in Adult Sexual Assault Cases;” “Cases involving strangers were significantly more likely to proceed than cases involving acquaintances” (Lievore, Denise). This is only the beginning of a widespread issue that is pervasive throughout our entire society, and leads to loaded terms such as “legitimate rape,” to be uttered by none other than our very own politicians (Moore, Lori), and parroted by the ill informed and uneducated public. It is an issue that leads to victims being blamed for their own rape, and being held accountable for a man's loss of self-control. More than that, t
love poems to no one.Darling, your laughter on a cold daylove poems to no one. by starlightt1234
reminds me of the medicine
my mother used to give me
when my fever was 102 and rising;
it's bitter and acrid
but it works on me anyway.
And you, you dazzling succubus,
you beautiful disappointment,
there's no time for love
when you're in repose,
pushing up daisies
in the barren fields of Asphodel,
but that's no reason to not try.
You, dear, are a mystery that will never be solved,
a lock with no key, a point of no return.
I am in no state to be addicted to the idea of your love,
but you find your way into my daydreams,
and make them come true.
The past is fossilized in your amber eyes,
the way to your heart is surrounded
by a storm that will never pass.
And I will never be able to brave
the tempest within you,
But in this moment,
pain has never felt more beautiful.
Big Bad WorldI see a world.Big Bad World by YellowTori
A world breaking and collapsing from life.
I see grey.
Grey walls, stones and red brick.
I see the world rebelling.
Floods, heat waves, natural resources gone.
The world was once a green and lively place.
But now that green is polluted by concrete cities.
Corroding rubbish from our greedy beings.
Animals that once ruled lands,
Defeated and dying out by man's own hand.
Children having children.
Lives sole dependent on fast food and sugar.
Health care being stretched too thin.
That not enough people are being let in.
We are greedy.
We want to dominate.
We want to survive.
Because we know that we will one day die out.
We seek to fix the fittest.
And make money from the weak.
People starving because they need to be thin,
Children dying cause they are more scared of live than they are of death.
We worry about those who are dying and starving,
but how do we save the ones who are being manipulated by there own minds?
Choking on their D's and E's,
Labelled blind when they could
Panoply (Day 6)I.Panoply (Day 6) by starlightt1234
Although you're smiling now,
there's a storm in your heart
that never seems to pass.
I wish I could help you
but I don't know how.
Thank you for being so strong.
I hear you calling yourself
but I also hear you
play the guitar.
You're not hopeless.
But thank you for the modesty.
I wish I could take away your problems,
but I can't take your parents away from you.
Thank you for your honesty.
this list wouldn't be complete without you.
Thank you for making me feel whole.
I want to stand by your side.
Thank you for your patience.
Lassitude (Day 5)I.Lassitude (Day 5) by starlightt1234
if someone asked me
why i wouldn't even look you
i'd come up short
there's no reason why
i'd shun you so;
i was a masochist,
shackled by heavy
iron chains, the red hot
searing into my skin.
falling for those eyes
was like falling into a deep abyss:
who knows what laid beneath the darkness?
sometimes i think,
"what could i have done then?"
and i despise myself
for gluing my feet to the ground
and refusing to move.
like a deer in headlights
a bear caught in a trap.
i suppose i wish i've never done
not doing anything at all.
Soulmates: All AlongWhen you find your soul mate, a burning sensation occurs, normally on the wrist, hand or arm and then the name of your soul mate is imprinted into your skin, like a tattoo. It only happens when you’re near them. When you’re so close to them that you’ll be able to shout their name and they’d be able to find you; a tiny little name that changes everything.Soulmates: All Along by YellowTori
I came and sat down in a café that I was quite used to. I had just seen my mother after a year of being divorced from my husband. I hadn’t seen my mother since the divorce. I knew she’d go on about how we should have never gotten married because we weren’t ‘soul mates’ and because we were too young. And sure enough she did. I had been travelling after the divorce. After hearing the romantic stories of my friends bumping into mysterious, kind strangers and their names imprinted on their skin, I had to get away for a bit.
“I bumped into Mrs Davis the other day. Ma
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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