|Broken cattle skull and found objects.|
ValleyValley by Shadsie
The people of my country are not able to live forever. This is why They wish to kill us.
Existence is difficult. Once you start doin’ it, there’s always some folks who wish you’d just knock it off with that. Most of them won’t be happy you ever started in the first place. Whatever it is you like, someone hates. Where you’re born matters. Who you’re born to matters – since it is sometimes them who’ll screw somebody up. No one asks to be the tenth child of a poor couple in a land of scarce resources, so not even little babies are innocent when it comes to offending people. The darndest thing is that you can’t even leave without someone spitting on your memory. You died of this because you were weak somehow, or that because you were stupid. Oh, you totally deserved that. Goodbye, good riddance. Death scares people, so choosing to go freaks pe
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Chapter 11, Ending 3: A Hero’s Reward
Link’s fingers brushed gold dust. He watched it swirl about his glove. His heart swelled with desires – for his friends, for his world and for all the worlds. He felt himself being dragged down. He smelled that gummy, gutty smell that filled him with horror. Strangely enough, he felt none of what was going on with his body. With a last “Hiyaa!” he pushed forward, only to be dragged back. The hero was pretty sure that the last thing he saw a pale-faced Samus Aran tearing into a piece of his liver with her teeth…
And he felt none of this as his vision blurred, save for a painful pressure in his lower abdomen. He couldn’t help but laugh. If any of the zombies took a big bite of that, oh, what they’d get splashed in the face with! He didn’t think he’d had that much water and red potion lately…
His nose tw
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Chapter 10, Ending 2 of 3: A Dandy Ending
Link felt his former friends holding him down. He prayed the Hylian Prayer for the Dead, watching the light of the Triforce glow above him. He felt teeth sink into his left arm. The pain from such a deep bite, not to mention the stress from the situation he was in caused stars and blackness to edge his vision. He expected to awaken in Farore’s golden fields, the Land of the Ancestors, the Heaven for Heroes.
Link groaned as he got out of bed in his chambers at the Smash Mansion. It had been rebuilt in recent months, due to popular demand. The fallout in the city was no problem for anyone living there anymore, mainly because no one in Smash City was technically living anymore.
Several months had passed between the time told upon the previous pages of this tale and the company of Smash getting back to business as usual. Becoming a zombie hadn’t stopped Link’s daily
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Chapter 9, 1 of 3 Endings: Total Party Kill
Link was pretty sure they’d crossed the fuzzy border into Hyrule when the air started smelling of home. There was the distinctive scent of the fall leaves of Faron Woods, of grass-combed wind, of pumpkins growing in fields and everything that bespoke Hyrule - his Hyrule. The road had turned to dirt many miles back. It was difficult to navigate Otto on the medieval dirt cart-trails. There was talk of abandoning the bus in favor of footwork or finding horses, but everyone decided that it was too risky.
Dark Pit, meanwhile, hung out in one of the back seats with Abby, staring intently into a hand-mirror. Zelda had given it to him when he’d wanted to check his hair. Now, he was looking into it and appeared to be whispering to it. He was smiling. It was a rare thing to see a smile grace ‘Pittoo’s” face, at least when it wasn’t a smug smirk
|I work in a variety of mediums and my works have a variety of themes. You'll find everything from painted found animal bones and other nature art to fantasy pieces, to original writing and even lots of fanart for some of my favorite things.|
|My tastes are varied and, thus, I favorite a variety of things. Some things here are gifts to me, some things are fanart, some are original, and there are even some photographs here.|
Hello, I go by Shadsie. If you want to know my age, I "live outside of time." |
I am an artist of varied mediums, some of them unusual. My favorite medium is acrylic paint and I frquently use animal bones as a canvas. I find these out in natural places and meticulously clean them - I don't kill any of the animals to make my art, they're all just found.
Otherwise, I paint on canvas and paper. I draw, I sculpt a little and I even do a bit of digital work - in short, I work with whatever I can get my hands on and do a lot of experimenting.
I have an associate's degree in graphic design, but it hasn't seen much work. I have written fantasy novels that I'm seeking publication for and have not obtained yet. I self-published one piece on Kindle, A World of Rusted Dreams complete with illustrations, just to see what would happen with it. It's a quiet, strange little fantasy story about a pair of teenagers and their guardian-creatures visiting a city in a wild and barren world.
Otherwise, I am prone to becoming obsessed with various entertainments and will do fan art for such. My gallery is split between fan art, works on skulls and bones, artwork related to my novels, original misc. artwork and jewelry-making.
I am willing to take concrit on all works unless specified, even on older works for which I am too lazy to enable the new "critique" feature on.
Current Residence: Hyrule.
Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock, Alternative, Various
Favourite style of art: Fantasy, Nature Art, Surrealism, Realism, Anime.
Operating System: Windows XP
Shell of choice: Hmm... something made of bone?
Wallpaper of choice: Painted animal bones cover my walls.
Skin of choice: No skin. Bone.
Favourite cartoon character: Vash the Stampede.
Personal Quote: I don't want a world where no one dies. I want a world where no one wants to die.