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Back in India by Kirschpraline Back in India :iconkirschpraline:Kirschpraline 132 43 What Remains by Kirschpraline What Remains :iconkirschpraline:Kirschpraline 244 69 M E L O D Y by lumfini M E L O D Y :iconlumfini:lumfini 36 27 lavender by sbeeart lavender :iconsbeeart:sbeeart 23 5 netball / aliens among us by sbeeart netball / aliens among us :iconsbeeart:sbeeart 14 6 Ice Cream Girl by Roseberg Ice Cream Girl :iconroseberg:Roseberg 13 5 Self-Assembly by Virus-Tormentor Self-Assembly :iconvirus-tormentor:Virus-Tormentor 103 23 The Star Goddess by Virus-Tormentor The Star Goddess :iconvirus-tormentor:Virus-Tormentor 157 47 resting by sbeeart resting :iconsbeeart:sbeeart 88 11 skull helmet by sbeeart skull helmet :iconsbeeart:sbeeart 27 26 Forest Patrol by SunlessRise Forest Patrol :iconsunlessrise:SunlessRise 220 45 Mina by SunlessRise Mina :iconsunlessrise:SunlessRise 139 36 [REWORK] Raquel and her Lil' Lammy by wesjwebb
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[REWORK] Raquel and her Lil' Lammy :iconwesjwebb:wesjwebb 73 6
Commission: Sapphic Neko Flash! by DarkArtsKai
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Arrival for an Interview
Janet arrives late for her interview at a big insurance company CSE. The lady in the background is Amy, she later becomes a friend of Janet in the story.
This is a re-draw of a really old picture I wanted to do in color. Janet's showing off her summer tan- wish her luck :love:
Anywhere Is

I walk the maze of moments but everywhere I turn to
Begins a new beginning but never finds a finish
I walk to the horizon and there I find another
It all seems so surprising and then I find that I know

You go there you're gone forever
I go there I'll lose my way
If we stay here we're not together
Anywhere is…

The moon upon the ocean is swept around in motion
But without ever knowing the reason for its flowing
In motion on the ocean the moon still keeps on moving
The waves still keep on waving and I still keep on going

You go there you're gone forever
I go there I'll lose my way
If we stay here we're not together
Anywhere is…

I wonder if the stars sign the life that is to be mine
And would they let their light shine enough for me to follow
I look up to the heavens but night has clouded over
No sparkle constellation no Vela no Orion

The shells upon the warm sands have taken from their own lands
The echo of their story but all I hear are low sounds
As pillow words are weaving and willow leaves are leaving
But should I be believing that I am only dreaming

You go there you're gone forever
I go there I'll lose my way
If we stay here we're not together
Anywhere is…

To leave the tread of all time and let it make a dark line
In hopes that I can still find the way back to the moment
I took a turn and turned to begin a new beginning
Still looking for the answer I cannot find the finish
It's either this or that way it's one way or the other
It should be one direction it could be on reflection
The turn I have just taken the turn that I was making
I might be just beginning I might be near the end!

 The song Anywhere Is ©Enya (1995)
Princess Kristy ©VISIONOFTHEWORLD 2010-

Princess Dreaming of Adventure
Princess Kristy in the royal palace of Crystalia, dreams of adventure while looking out at the sunset.
Maybe at a later time I might add some details for window panes and the hills outside the castle.
Part of the story The Legend of Crystalia

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A very long time ago, was there a powerful Empire with its capital in a Great City which ruled across the lands of the West, the East, the North and the South. The Empire reigned by the will of the people, and their kings saw to do their bidding, ever the centuries passed, and there was peace and joy all across the land so that this great kingdom was known far and wide for its power and its wealth. The lands of the West were of foothills, winding streams and lush valleys, and the crops planted therein by the kind folk of the valley. The lands of the East were mountainous, with steep hillsides, jagged peaks and deep valleys. This was the land of the shepherds and the craftsmen. The lands of the North were of woodland, bestowed so it was with many fowl and foal and the people there were hunters throughout, and warriors withal. And the lands to the South were of plains and fields, of flat and broad, of tillage and pasture, shrubs and trees.  Then came the times hard by, the Empire declined,  and the power was split four ways- the Great City fell to conquerors, and war there came.

The people once happy and wealthy, were now poor and wretched, and tilled the land and herded their goats, or hunted and journeyed and sitting round fires under the stars, they shared tales of that once mighty city, that they might again see it before they die. All across the land were signs of that once great time, an arch or a duct, a bridge or the ruin of an ancient temple to their gods. A temple now surrounded by weeds. An arch in a field surrounded by tillage.

Yet out of the ruin of the empire of the past rose great kings and powerful armies looking for glory once again. As the Age of the Empire faded, a new era rose in its place, the era of knights, of nobles, of castles and kings- the Age of Heroes.

And in the Age of Heroes, among the foothills of the lands of the West, there was a little kingdom stretched across a hillside and a valley overlooking a river, it was known as the Kingdom of Crystalia. The kingdom was very small but was a peaceful town under a kind and benevolent king, who saw to justice without violence. The hillside was crowned by a white castle with angled walls and tall spires that pricked the sky so that it looked to many people as a crystal, and so the kingdom got its name.

The town of Crystalia was a merchant town, with stone streets and painted houses in many pastels- of yellow, pink, blue and green. The merchants plied their trade in the streets beside their homes, and there was any trade a wayfarer might find- fine linens and leather, shoes, embroidery, and jewels from far and wide. There were taverns and bakeries hugging the street. The people often talked of their rulers, the King and Queen- who were somewhat young since the elder king had retired, and they had both a son and a daughter.

And so one day the gates to the castle opened, and out rode the Knights of Crystalia, adorned in their silver armor, with their long swords sheathed by their sides. To the sound of a horn that made almost like a squeak, and rings of bells jingled by women who walked beside the knights, the procession emerged from the gates of the Castle and down into the town. Following the knights on their horses was the litter, gilded with gold and carried by several men. The curtains were of white and blue, and were drawn open so the king and his wife could look upon the small crowd that gathered in the street cheerfully as the horn blower bade them with his call. The merchants stood before their stalls, the blacksmiths together affront their shops, servants alike and all the people of the town, men and women, and young barefoot children in ragged clothes with their balls or hoops, stood aside for the procession to make its way through. Behind the litter walked the servants of the royal household- squires, cooks, tailors and maids and all smiling, waved to people as they walked through the street. The women wore long skirts of different colors- white, blue, green or gold and sandals that strapped to their feet.

But the procession was different this time, as knights on horseback either side of the litter, trotting alongside one of the horses was a young woman who was different from all the other women in the procession. She was like to some a foreigner, she caused a stir in the crowd as she clacked by on 8-inch tall, platform high heels. She was exceedingly fair, and very young, with a smooth and lovely face that smiled only slightly- her lips glistening with the shine of lip gloss that made them appear nearly pink. She wore no crown but instead a thick wool hat, blue and pulled down over her ears almost like a winter hat but with a bill that stuck out proudly, covering all her hair save two long wavy strands that bounced on either side of her face.  She wore a shiny blue cape trimmed with silver, and joined by a big white button beneath her neck. Her hips were completely bare, and so was her bottom, because her blue cape was so short that it stopped with a silver lined edge at the top of her hips. Her cape was joined together at the bottom with blue laces that bounced as she walked, just above a brown patch of pubic hair. She was bare assed, and barelegged in the tallest high heeled boots anyone of the town ever saw. Her thighs were slender and smooth, and she looked slightly funny as she walked in her boots that were taller than her knees and somewhat stiff, so she took short but quick strides bending her knees little. They were blue just like her cape and shiny, and the rims were topped by silver material. The steep high heels were so high off the ground that she appeared taller than several of the men, and she clacked her heels loud on the stone pavement. Her tiny cape was tied together around her arms, keeping them close to her sides and unable to move, yet she carried a sword. The girl was so proud that she nearly leaped in the air as she pranced alongside the horses. Seeing her nakedness, people in the crowd gasped and pointed and gossiped and children pointed at the firm round cheeks of her behind as she strutted past. The young girl looked ahead, and held her head high. She moved her naked hips side to side, and as the horn blew ahead of the procession and people cheered, she clacked her heels hard on the stone street and giggled, and keeping her place beside the litter she then stopped, did a twirl around on her heels, and trotted faster to catch up to the litter before she stopped and twirled again. She glanced to the side at all the people who stood by and honored the king, and as they gawked at her, she slapped her bare hip.  

The procession moved through the streets and everyone in the little town gathered to see them, and the young girl who pranced alongside the litter. The townspeople all turned to and asked one another her name, and soon it was they found out, she was none other than the daughter of the King and Queen herself, Princess Kristy.


Part I: The Kingdom of Crystalia
The first chapter of the first part of the Legend of Crystalia: The Kingdom of Crystalia. It is a heroic fantasy tale of an important character of mine, and the first story of this type I have written.

Today is a huge holiday in one country, that most Americans (unsurprisingly) don’t know about. Forty years since the end of the war in Vietnam, the Vietnamese national holiday known as “Liberation Day”, when the US-supported South Vietnam regime surrendered to People’s Army on April 30, 1975. For Vietnamese this is the end of 30 years of war that 3 million lives claimed, the devastation of nearly the entire country and still covered with unexploded landmines, and nearly half the rural population in the south into refugees. For Americans it’s a day of shame, for the country that believes in “no apologies” isn’t surprising this is being ignored by the news and not talked about in schools. The reasons for this are both sinister, and sad. 

“My name is Jack Regald… My testimony is about the indiscriminate murder of innocent civilian women and children, torture of prisoners for fun and other reasons…”

“My name is Joe Bangerd… My testimony will cover the slaughter of civilians, the skinning of a Vietnamese woman…”

“My name is Scott Camille… My testimony involves the burning of villages with people in them, the cutting off of ears, calling in artillery on villages for games, napalm dropped on villages, women being raped, women and children being massacred, CS gas used on people, animals being slaughtered, bodies shoved out of helicopters….”

This is the disgusting truth about America’s “Vietnam War”. This is what our glorious troops did to the Vietnamese people during the “Tour of Duty” in the 1960s and early 1970s. The same book I transcribed this testimonials from elaborates on the atrocities:

“In the diary she kept.. Clare Cullhane (a nurse at NGO hospital) wrote of- endless cases of women and children being run down by tanks, of GIs picking off children as they swam out to pick up food cartons from and overturned truck, of pilots inviting passengers for human ‘turkey shoots’”

Helicopter crews had a particularly bad reputation. As early as 1963 veteran war correspondent Richard Tregaskis described members of the 362nd Helicopter Squadron as “wild men… one chopper would go first… and when the people would go running, the second plane would spray ‘em”… James Duffy, a helicopter gunner with the 1st Air Cavalry, recalled “our company policy was to just keep on firing… I had fired at all the military targets I could spot and I looked out across the field and I spotted a Vietnamese woman peasant running away from the ship. I fired a burst of about six or second rounds into her back before we hit the ground. A couple of weeks later he and his company commander had “a good laugh about it.”

The worst of it took place at a village called My Lai-4 in 1968. The soldiers who moved into the area justified their slaughter of 500 people- all of them unarmed- all of them women, children and old people- on the grounds that they faced an invisible enemy; that children had frequently acted as scouts for the Viet-Cong, and suffered dozens of casualties from a minefield days before…

As the Americans approached…villagers began to flee across the open fields and were immediately shot down. The 2D Platoon…swept through the northern half of My Lai hurling grenades and setting fire to family shelters, calling occupants out of their homes and gunning them down, raping and then murdering village girls… they gang raped several more girls before rounding up ten to twenty women and children and killing them on the spot. Some civilians were killed when they emerged from their homes. Others were rounded up and moved toward a drainage ditch on the southeastern border of the hamlet where 75 to 150 villagers were shot to death at Lt Calley’s command.

At one point, the men of the 3D Platoon herded together a group of women and children and sprayed them with M16 fire. A half dozen other wounded villagers were killed ‘to put them out of their misery’.

“They just kept shooting at her,” said photographer Ron Haeberle, “You could see the bones flying in the air chip by chip.” A woman staggering out of a hut weeping, her dead baby in her arms… she took only a few steps before one of them en with Capt. Medina shot her down them “opened up” the dead baby with his M16.

“Some of the guys seemed to be having a lot of fun” said PFC Herbert Carter, “They were wisecracking and yelling ‘Chalk that one up for me!’

“I remember this one group, a little distance away. Maybe there were ten people, most of them women and little kids, huddled all together and you could see they were really scared, they just couldn’t seem to move. Anyway, he turns around toward them and lets fly with a grenade. It landed right in the middle of them. You could hear the screams and then the sound and then see the pieces of bodies scatter out, and the whole area just suddenly turned red like somebody had turned on a faucet.”

This is not just a massacre by a few bad soldiers. As shown by the testimony at the start- this was a widespread, systematic destruction of the lives of innocent Vietnamese peasants throughout the war. This is what America did, to keep Vietnam divided, to prevent the unification of the country under a socialist government. We went into villages, and if suspecting one of the residents was a “VC” (a communist supporter), the entire village would be torched, the people herded into trucks, and dumped in another field somewhere and told to get moving. We turned HALF the population of rural South Vietnam into refugees. And after we bombed North Vietnam back to the 18th century, and flew hundreds of B-52 runs over Hanoi to bomb civilian neighborhoods to terrorize the North Vietnamese into signing a “peace treaty” in Paris- the result of the Christmas Bombing of Hanoi in 1972 in which a dozen B-52s were shot down and thousands of people killed- Henry Kissinger was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. If it sounds sickening, that’s because it is. We uprooted millions of people, burned their homes, used chemical weapons to destroy entire forests and farmland, used napalm against human beings, and dropped enough bombs on Vietnam, Laos and Cambodia to be five times as many explosives as used in all of World War Two.

One of the many excuses used to justify the mass murder is that our "enemy" was also committing atrocities. This ignores the fact that we were invading THEIR COUNTRY and taking a side in their civil war. In the below documentary, the Viet Cong are said to have killed "37,000 people" during the war years. However, the American anti-insurgent programs killed many times this- even the CIA man William Colby admits in a Congressional hearing in 1971 on the so-called 'Phoenix' program- a sinister program of search and assassination in Vietnam- some 27,000 people are killed, at least 75% of them Colby admits were probably not even communists; and this is just this one program alone.

The travesty of the Vietnam War is something this whole country owns. It is not the evil deeds of a few soldiers, it is a shameful chapter in the history of our intervention in the affairs of other nations- the violation of basic human rights, the consistent opposition to the right to free-determination and liberty of the peoples of the Third World. I wish more people to know about this so that we can see that the American ‘big stick’ is not and will never be a welcome presence in foreign nations.

I’m not surprised nobody knows about, talks about, or thinks about this war. It was an atrocity, something Americans want to forget and mostly have.

Source: Doyle, Weiss, Editors. The Vietnam Experience “A Collision of Cultures”  P 148-149; 158-160 Boston Publishing Company ©1984

Source: Vietnam: The Ten Thousand Day War. (Peter Arnett) TDW Corporation ©1980

  • Watching: Vietnam: The Ten Thousand Day War


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Virus-Tormentor Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the favorites! :D
AuPlauSe Featured By Owner Dec 10, 2015  Student Artist
:iconvisionoftheworld:, you and four deviations of yours are featured.…
southerncrossfire44 Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2015
Janet is my kind of girl!
Sabbelbina Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2015  Hobbyist Photographer
Welcome to Fantasy-Characters.
We look forward to seeing (more of) your deviations.
Have a great day.
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JessHavok Featured By Owner Edited May 24, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
The thread I was talking to you on is now closed, so I'm leaving my reply here:

It was 4:30 AM and I was tried, give me a break. The points I made were valid, regardless.

I never said anything about it being attractive, or ugly man. I could care less either way, just because someone is pretty doesn't give them the right to talk to me is if I'm cheap. If I wanted to get with someone I'd try getting to know them a bit, and being sexual from the start is NOT how you do that 99.9% of the time.

People who base relationships purely off sex, hardly ever work out (with good reason - they didn't get to know who they jumped in the sack with). Sure looks help (male or female), but it matters if you treat a potential partener with respect or not. And again being sexual from the start is not respecting, in most cases.
VISIONOFTHEWORLD Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2015
I haven't looked at my page comments in a while... I see you've posted something that sounds reasonable about a thread that was closed, which I must say I've forgotten about entirely.
Anyway, as far as basing relationships off sex- well yea, it's not really a way to start or hold a relationship, it's just going to be a fling in that case. 4:30 AM... geez get some sleep! Don't stay up that late (or early) get some sleep and return to it the next morning!
JessHavok Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
I forgot what we were talking about too, lol. Never mind, and yeah I should make better sleep habits,  haha. ^_^
VISIONOFTHEWORLD Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2015
Hey no worries! ^_~ Like I said I hope I didn't offend or anything with what ever it was...
Take care!
Serch2 Featured By Owner May 3, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you so much for the watch!!
fabi2011 Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2015
thank you for the fave!!!
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