|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!
LagniappeI am the Earth. YouLagniappe by starlightt1234
are the Sun. For without you,
I couldn't exist.
How to be Populardon’t talkHow to be Popular by Oilux
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
baby, I'm starvingKnife and fork in fistbaby, I'm starving by SeptemberSkies2298
at the table I wait,
served up for me
your heart on a plate.
The Silent Lover (pt. 1) When you're the silent lover, you're the shoulder to cry on, the soothing voice that calms her down. When you're the silent lover, you're the ground that keeps her up and the wings that catches her when she falls. When you're the silent lover you'd be willing to drive out in the pouring rain just to get the hot chocolate she likes. When you're the silent lover you'd be willhg to do just about anything that might make her remotely happy. But the sick part of playing the role of the silent lover is she must not know. You look into her eyes and you pray that she can't see the love in your eyes.The Silent Lover (pt. 1) by starlightt1234
She must not know, she must not know, she must not know....
It practically kills you, and you might hate her for something she doesn't know she's doing. But then you might see her smile, hear her laugh, the sharp edges inside you begin to soften, and next you know you're smiling too.
When you're the silent lover,
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
GoodbyeI want to mutter a million things,
but they’re catching in my throat
And my heart is heavy in my chest,
with a weight that holds a heavy load
This weight is not a pound of gold,
but rather a pound of worthless rocks
And now I’m spitting bits of gravel
as I try to talk
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