BlackentheUR: Unused Illustrations

Some unused illustrations that I made for Unhidden Realm new re-design book

(Pencil colour on canson paper)

BlackentheTribute: Lost and Learn: PJ

Tribute

midnite doodling

"I lost my heart

Under the bridge

...

Down by the water

(down by the water)

I took her hand

(I took her hand)"

(Down by the Water)

BlackentheStab

Midnite doodling
"nancep"

*inspired by the Esper of FFXII
for my nancep ghost lol

(watercolor on canson paper)

BlackentheIllust: Ljuba - Ljubi

My Ljuba - Ljubi drawings!

Finally i found them a pair of white frames!

BlackentheEyes: Eyes' Spirit

eyes see you....

BlackentheBloodyQueen (Illustration)

I made this illustration as a tribute to Esmeralda BloodyQueen!

pencil sketch on BC paper
colored and edited in photoshop
all images are from sxc.hu

BlackentheDarkCherry

Meet my friend Ocha the Cherry Girl
she is fun, nice and bubbly and loooves cherry

or so you thought

cos now she's showing her dark side
and becomes Dark Cherry :P





Thank you Cher for letting me abuse your pretty pictures
<3

BlackentheKillian - Kill 02

Killian says:
"kill the rainbow, bring the rain
(of blood)."

See Killian - Kill 01

BlackentheKillian

Killian says:
"I didn't kill the cat, curiosity killed the cat."

BlackentheMayhem

Dark Lady of Chaos


Nanny Mayhem

Meet Dark Lady of Chaos and Nanny Mayhem
together, they're indestructible
(inspired by Dark Lady Taeri Nilsson)

"the dead can't think, but all i can think of... is death" -yo-

BlackentheWords

a Lotus inside a bloodless little lady


can you see a lotus in her?

a lotus blooms a wicked beauty

sometimes pale

or just look at a lotus in her!

blooms in the night and fades in a scorched sky

:turns to ashes, dear cloud!

and i wonder about a lotus in her…

dancing around behind the full moon

a lotus covered in a pale thick blood

sell her another dust-she buys you another blood

a blood of her own i guess, it was her lotus anyway

so i’m sure i see a lotus in her, one last time…



The Amaranthine Girl


she sleeps in amaranthine

dies in amaranthine

as the deep red fades to purple

she lingers in aeon

and chooses to run in a perfect circle

chooses not to stop

and keeps running ’till the next ring

then still running

quest for her utopia

she gazes at her amaranthine

a pale look in her eyes tells me something funny;

"if the hero dies and the heroine survives, will she be happy?"

"if the amaranthine stays red, if the amaranthine remains purple, will she be glad?"

"if the circle is broken, will she still be running?"

is it for real? i can’t stay long and the amaranthine girl in her shouldn’t stay too long

i can’t watch her turns into another amaranthine….



a matter of lustrous

can
I post a ghost?

to
fill every lost at every cost

a
ghost of the wanted-most

seems
like a rose

though
it smell like strawberry-toast

cos
I can see every lonely me in every ghost that I toss

seems
like a cherry-sauce

melts
inside a winter-heart, such a beautiful frost

but
it’s just another unnoticed-pause

so
I just fill it with posting a ghost

at
every cost

well,
it’s just a matter of lustrous…




I Shall Greet Tomorrow with Sorrow


shall i greet tomorrow?

For it is just a place and time that i borrowed–from a friendly black crow

she answered me, "You shall greet tomorrow with sorrow

‘Cause the sky is bleeding,

creating an absorbing useless clash

but then,

you shall greet the day after tomorrow with joy!

eventhough you have lost daughters and all

but do you now about a purple poisonous bug?

she bit you hard–but you’ll be fine!

for the bug will vanish and the venom will dry

you shall greet the day after tomorrow with joy!"


Maybe…i do not know

i even can’t tell which one is cow and which one is crow!

but today the venom’s starting to dry

and tomorrow will be bugless

then i shall greet the day after tomorrow with joy!



I've Found My Twin

i've found my twin inside the blood
caught inside
Hail of red
and too late to be saved
as she is bleeding to death
tears become blood
and so i pray
inside my fire


i've found my twin inside the fire
scorched
alive
and too late to be saved
as the night deepened
the Great red blacken her
so i pray
inside my blood



The Four-Leaves-Clover

the first
was stolen by
mother and father

the second
was torn by
beloved sister

friend
couldn't be
the third keeper

and now
hoping the last
will be luckier

so
hold on
to me,
a single-
leaf-cover
sober
a sinner
a beginner
i died
inside
my own
lover


Everytime My Twin is Here

everytime she’s here -- my twinsister...

means i have to share my bread and butter


i have to share my bed

and always stay up very late


i will have a cough or a fever

or she will bring a cold, stomachache or whatever!


i have to be a heart pink

and we have to eat together, everything


she will be blue stars

and bought a lot of chocolate bars

and i never like chocolate that far!


i have to share my friends with her

and walk all over the town in the summer


means i have to share all of things

my soap, my noodle and even my cousins!


But why am i always sad, when she’s gone?

i always cry and mad and it hurts to my bone


i felt lost and wrong

everytime she walks home alone


and when i came into my room

i realize how it was -- very very gloom!


i know that now i don’t have to share all of my things

my soap, my noodle and even my cousins!


so why i am so sad

and it feels so bad

when i realize that

i can’t stay up and just chat

about our imaginary world

or just share our fever and cold?


can i see her soon?

cos i don’t mind to share my spoon...


can i see her right away?

i promise i will be with her all day

and listen to everything she says...


so can i see her now?

can i hold her now?



and be with her forever?

(this was made before FloLady Ochie moved to Jakarta and we only saw each other once a year. Picture by Odilia Fenny.)

BlackentheNarcisstic

Fake? Manipulation? Unnatural?
Cheat? Denial?
Masked? Unreal?

Oh, i just called it
freedom in my narcisstic mind...

BlackentheCrestingale

We embrace the gloom
We are made for each other in bloom
We are children of June

The Keeper of tears, laugh, joy and secrets of Crestingale