Samantha always envyed her brothers who got to play with toy guns, and fry ants with their magnifying glasses on the concrete sidewalk...while she was stuck inside playing with her dolls. It didn't matter much though - her imagination kept her company. When no one was looking, she'd pull off her barbie's heads, stick them in her easy bake oven, and pretend they were people from school she didn't like. It wasn't as fun as burning arthropods, but she didn't complain.

She outgrew her dolls eventually, but never gave up her darkside. She cherished it...and nurtured it. She fed it with sick and twisted ways of torturing her cat - until she killed poor Wiskers. Her parents got them a new one named Pepper, and she killed that one too. Her parents were so stupid.

It wasn't until she discovered the fairies in the forest behind her house, did her parents have to stop buying them new animals.

Oh the fairies...those sweet little insecta-humans. Sam loved them so.

She liked catching them, and plucking off their wings...breaking their legs, and sticking them on an anthill...so she could watch the ants pick at them. They always lost consciousness before they actually died - they were babies like that. She liked playing wishbone with their limbs, and loved holding contests of who could hold their breath the longest under water - the winner got to fly free. It was like her own twisted version of Survivor.

Most of all though...she liked seeing their sparkling display of light when their wings met with fire...so pretty. It reminded her of those sparklers her parents let her play with on the 4th of July. Being magical...they repelled flames, but only for a few seconds. After that...they began to crackle and pop...just like the ants on the old sidewalk...

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I'm dedicating this piece to the fucker who noted me saying he "hated my hate". Fuck off and die and let me feel what I want to feel. And right now, I feel like everyone on DA is overdoing fairies and angels. Hey, let's all see how many things we can put wings on! Let's throw wings on a girl! Let's make her an angel! Let's make her a fairy! Let's add lots and lots of butterflies to this image! Hahaha….And if you want to go deeper...I'm just in the mood to kill dreams. Right !?
Stockphotos:

Smoke images:

The burning fairy: AWESOME stock from: go check them out!
And the lovely is playing the role of Sam in the background. Isn't she cute with her devilish smile?
Brush from: and relique.net (a feather brush used for some of the flames)

Yes, I can see a few things are off now that I've submitted it. Oh well…feel free to point them out - that's how I'll get better.
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Music listened to while designing: Ebony Tears, Slipknot, Dying Fetus

Enjoy.

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Here is the other description I know...LONG ASS DESCRIPTION for this hey? Well no one is twisting your arm!!

THE TRUTH ABOUT CATS AND WHORES

(I'll replace this description with my real story later...about Sam burning fairies to satisfy her darkside)



In the meantime...here's my message - this is a journal entry I made today.


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Okay...today I was super bored at work, and thought I'd conduct a little experiment. An investigative experiment into the dark underbelly of DA - otherwise known as WHOREdom.



The Hypothesis: A semi decent piece can make it to the DTF if you whore yourself enough, and get a lot of followers.



The experiment: To take my latest piece, and whore myself out to get some comments and faves. Seeing as it's a CD design, I didn't have to compete with much. The leading design piece had 6 comments or so at the time I submitted. I knew I could get a few from my watchers...but could I keep up with the leader on the front page, while Pyre wasn't being seen!?!? Could it be done!??!



The whoring insanity began.


If guiness makes a category for whores - I'll be in the record books for today.



I started commenting on piece after piece. I mean...I think I set a new record for comment whoring. I think I was at 67 cph.(comments per hour). It was insane! My fingers hurt, but I didn't care!!! I MUST WHORE!!! I MUST MAKE A DTF!!! For every 20 comments, I think I got a fave..and a comment or 2 back. Not only did I have to get a responder...I also had to get them to NOT click on my featured deviation - and skip to the newest one...AND fave it.


So...slowly by whore slowly...I'd get them...one by one.



I knew I could count on my gf...thanks baby. The rest were a crapshoot to see who would like the fucked up twisted story and design.



I whored like no other.



I was the little engine that whored. I think I can, I think I can!!



I provided my gf with up to the minute updates on my experiment....finally, I caught the leader!! But NO!! She got one more!!! So I have to go WHORE some more!! It was CRAZY!!! I left good critiques, and comments...but I was a whore zombie. It didn't even matter what kind of piece it was, I was going to comment on it. I wanted to prove to everyone how easy it is to make the DTF if you become a whore. I seeked out bad pieces too....so bad artists would be impressed with my work, and be in awe of someone with 12k pageviews to their 50. It was WHORE- GENIUS I TELL YOU!!! It was like a Tyrannasaurus Rex going on a hunting spree...biting the weak herbivores...going after the old and the weak to get his meal!!! lol...otay...so that's a bad example, but it's close to the brilliant whore exhibition I put on. It was like a fishing tournament. Only instead of lures...I was a whore with comments.


I knew if I could JUST top the leader, I could land the front page spot...then the whoring would stop. Then I could wait for the people to come to me.



So...here I was...battleworn...my whore mascara running down my face...my pussy being loose from all the whoring...one of my whore high heels broken...limping around DA still whoring. Please sir...can I kiss your ass for a fave? Please...can I rave over your crappy artwork so you'll come fave my stuff? FUCK the comments...I didn't give a FUCK about comments...all I cared about was my latest piece. I would get SO mad when they noted me, saying thank you!! DONT THANK ME BITCH, GO FAVE MY PYRE PIECE!! lol. Some people commented on other pieces, and that just made me WHORE harder...SO close!!!



FINALLY!!! FINALLY I got the fave that pushed me over the top!!! All the whoring payed off!!! A DAILY TOP FAVORITE!!! NOW THAT MEANS I'M A GREAT ARTIST!!!



Even in this entry...it doesn't do my whoring justice. I was the biggest fucking dirty slut you could find on DA - well...maybe not THE biggest...but close. I shouldn't even make the DTF...I should be the STD leader for all the whoring diseases I could have contracted.



The conclusion: With a decent piece, and enough whoring - anyone can make the DTF's. So now that it's been full researched and investigated, we can all stop caring so much about crap being in the DTF's. We know it's not about art as much as it is about whoring. Go suck some dick, kiss some ass...be fake and lie about people's work...and you too can have a DTF. People don't want to hear anything negative about their work - they just want to be praised, and whored. It's like giving a bum some money on the street...if you 5 them $5...they will fucking wash your cock for you. So can we PLEASE focus on the art, and stop the whoring? Find a group of good artists, and ask for their help...don't whore yourself into a clique, and assume you're good - because...from this WHORE experiement - it's proven that you don't need to be great to get faves. You just need people who like you and want to fave your piece. Did this whore spree, and DTF make my piece better? Uh...no. Noir still didn't comment on it. Lots of awesome artists didn't. People like the story...like the idea, but it's just not technically sound enough to warrant real good people to fave it.



Now...I'm not saying my piece sucks. I put a lot of time into it...a few days, and asked for lots and lots of help from people...and edited it a lot. But I could still keep going if I wanted to. While I LOVE working colors in my art, it's just fucking hard to make everything fit. Sure, I could throw a colorized blue hue over everything, and have it instantly work....or I could dim the colors...but that's just not me. And it sucks being uneducated in the ways of light, and form...but I'm trying hard, and listening. It could be better - that's for sure. I don't care if my style isn't people's taste. I know it's not. I DO care about the technical side though. and Im not happy 100% - though I DO love the burning fairy I guess because I made it, my mind fills in the flaw gaps. I see it in my head as perfect, and just don't see a piece to critique.



So did we learn anything? No...people will still be whores. People will still kiss ass in their comments, and be fake and lie. Even if they DO point out the good points...they aren't really being honest. It's all a fucking popularity contest, so who gives a FUCK how many faves or comments your piece has. I tell you what...the comments I cherish are the negative ones, because it helps me get better. Slam me, kick me, fuck me, rape me....because that's the only way I'm going to learn.



So the next time you receive praise...just look at your piece...and REALLY look at it. And look who the commenter is, and if they really are talented. If you care about getting better, you won't care about comments and DTF's. And when you see that little ass kisser praising 50 pieces in a row of yours...think think to yourself...are they really helping me? Or are they just whoring. What is more believable...that you...a beginner artist is creating the masterpieces of art that michelangelo himself would be envious of...or that you're just the victim of a low down dirty WHORE. If this is your life, and you need to be popular and liked here to feel good about yourself, by all means...WHORE AWAY...but most people come here with the first intentions of bettering themselves. It's too bad the whoring gets in the way of that.



I'm so tired. I feel like I did the day after the 103 mile ride on Ride the Rockies. Today has been grueling...whoring really took it's toll on me...god I'm glad I proved my hypothesis, so I can never do that again. BACK to being myself again!!



I'm going to go take a shower - I feel dirty. Then I'm going to go have some nice hot post-DTF sex with my gf....this deserves some anal...


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I know this is going to annoy some people...OH WELL!!!!!!!



IT'S THE DIRTY TRUTH!!!!



Now THIS is a message to FAVE!!!

I've made my statements, so I don't care about any more comments...I still like the piece because it's twisted and demented...even if it has problems...and if you want to comment because you like it too, please do...