senkei

In my last journal entry I moved to another account with hopes of actually doing something.. which never eventuated as planned (typical!).

Anyhow, I decided to scale back and my original account even without any deviations seemed to still be alive & more pop, so I archived the other & here I am.

Having grown up, life is a lot more busy & complicated now, but I actually see, think & write a lot now so perhaps something of note might come out of all that, even some drawings hehe xD.

Anyhow, I'm back, for the long run, see you guys & girls around!

godspired.deviantart.com/

Is my new account. I wish i could delete this one but i can't. I'll actually be uploading work in the one above though (eventually). If you do make it there, thanks! If not, happy browsing!

Tony x)

I'll put on some pr0 stuff! >D

I have seen some pretty mad-skillz vector tracing of car photos on DA, so I honestly thought vector tracing was perfectly fine, until the DA mob jumped me. It seems that vector tracing an image is stealing, and you can get banned for it. Impressive.

I haven't done vector tracing for a while, but when i did, it was mainly for practice with the pen tool, or to enlarge a bad quality image (usually animated) for personal use, such as a desktop wallpaper. Anyhow, i had two practice vector traces which i put had put on here from about two years back, and they remained largely unknown until yesterday, when all of the sudden they got 450ish views from nowhere. Although this was surprising and kinda cool, i quickly found out about the beef they had with my vector traces.

I stated on both works that they were vector traces for pen tool practice, and in no way did i pass what i traced originally off as my own work. However, since the mob has probably been here longer than i, i will assume that despite their shoot-to-kill attitude that they were right and i am wrong. So therefore, i do apologize.

Now that is out of the way, time to update this page.

9pm. It was that time again. The time of the day when he would return home to this empty appartment. There was nothing waiting for him. His life of obligation was the only thing he knew. Until recently.

What will he do? Will he stay back in behind that door? Or...Maybe...

He stood there, pondering about the consequences of possible actions. After a long while, he looked at the clock to see what time it was. Oh, that's right, that clock stopped working since...when was it?

Still lost within his own thoughts, he looked around the room he had created to protect himself. He noticed the door looked different. Yes, that's right - it was no long sealed. It hasn't been since that happened. Being curious by nature, he walks up to the door, and opens it slightly. Just enough for a small peek. That's all.

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And that was all it took. He would never be able to go back. There was no need to.