Post by sirius black on Aug 13, 2012 18:51:47 GMT -5
Hey guys, I just thought i'd give any of you the option to have me make you graphics :) Iv'e never done this before, so bear with me, but i'm excited to give it a try!
I can do Signatures, Avatars (matching signature or not), and Layouts. Here are some examples:
Signature and Avatar matching:
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We Start A War, But Whats it For?[/color]
~ [/center]
Briell was walking around the graveyard as she so often did to escape the stone was that always surrounded her. Her thoughts were wandering, much like Briell herself, and she was thinking of all the things her life consisted of. The cave walls, the sadness and loss, the earth quake, the constant danger of this Earth, her little sister Jaclynn. Jaclynn. She had been fast asleep when Briell had left her, the child's face so peaceful that one would never know the sorrow she'd faced, her eyes closed so that the sorrow that swam behind them was hidden. Briell recalled the time she had rescued Jaclynn, it had been one of the most dangerous, most foolish, and definitely most purposeful things she'd ever done. She had risked her own life that day, and saved two others...
As if summoned by the memory, Briell saw a figure sitting still ahead of her, illuminated by the moonlight like a ghost. She recognized the curly chocolate brown hair that flowed down the young girls back, and recognized her quiet, broken sobs. Briell walked quietly over to Sadie and knelt down beside her friend, putting a comforting arm around her. Briell hadn't seen Sadie for over a month; They had drifted apart weeks after their escape from the seekers as Briell was concerned with her sister and Sadie with her father. Briell hadn't realized Sadie was in such a state!
"Hey Sadie, are you okay?" She asked softly, compassion coloring her tone. She hadn''t seen Sadie like this since the day she revealed her bracelet to Briell. She wondered what was making her so sad; Perhaps it was just memories of a painful past? She stroked her friends hair comfortingly and settled herself beside her.
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Song: Harmony; Never Shout Never
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I'll Scream Until There's Nothing Left[/color][/font]
Sirius was strolling through the castle, trying to ease his mind. He had been through a rough week, and still looked like crap, as bad as he felt. He was nearing the castles Entrance hall when hhe saw Narcissa heading his direction with a group if Slytherins.He quickly slipped out the large doors and into the court yard.
He took up his stroll, walking fairly fast, when he heard his cousins annoying voice around the corner, catching his attention. Bellatrix. "Wah, wah, wah, my mommy died and now I’m sad!”. Sirius gritted his teeth, the girl had no boundaries. How could someone stand to be so cold and cruel? Not wanting a fight at the moment he turned to walk the other way, but her next taunt stopped him in his tracks. “Really, Zara, get over it she died like what – nine years ago? Boohoo.”
Sirius spun around, suddenly livid, all the anger at himself and Zara over the past few days flowing through him as well, but this time directed towards his cousin.Sirius remembered the sadness that had lit her eyes that first day at the river. How could anyone use that as a weapon?
He smiled wryly as Zara retorted about Bella never knowing a mothers love, knowing it was the best, or worst, thing for Bellatrix to hear. He appeared silently around the corner; Bellatrix's back was to him. "She's right, of course Bella" he said with a smirk, "Even if you don't show it, you know that your just a trophy daughter, that your dear mother wouldn't shed a tear if you died tomorrow. If you ran away she would blast you off the tree without a second thought."
Sirius knew he was being cruel, but if anyone deserved it, it was Bellatrix. It felt good to let his anger all out, "She doesn't care about you. Nobody does. Even your relationship with 'Cissy' is corrupt." His smirk faded, and his voice became dangerously low "So tell my, how dare you use the love of a mother torn away, the love you will never have, against someone?" He drew his wand with a hand shaking with rage. Nobody- nobody would talk to Zara that way. No matter what. Especially not Bellatrix Devaney Black.
So Sick Of Playing, I Don't Want To Anymore [/color][/font]
[/center]
Standing On My Own...[/color]
~ [/center]
Pheonix nodded when she confirmed his fears of a difficult road ahead. He sighed when she took his arm and lay it on her own, he gripped it loosely and nodded. "Ok, thank you, I'm ready when you are." He added, not sure if she had been looking at him when he had nodded. He knew she was being kind to him for her help and patience, but he couldn't help but grimace at the thought of being so helpless.
They made a difficult way down and up the rough trail. Pheonix tried his best to make it seem effortless, but he stumbled multiple times at first and even had clumsy footing after they had walked for what seemed hours. The chilly mountain air begain to set upon them, and it begin to seem that Embers arm was the only warmth for miles. Pheonix's feet suddenly caught a large root that Ember must not have seen in the darkness and stumbled forward, catching himself with his hands and scraping his knees. His face reddened as he stood and brushed himself off, hoping she couldn't see his humiliation in the darkness. "Oh, um sorry." He said casually, taking her arm again.
As they walked he wondered if she was cold, even though they had headed downward and were no longer being stung by wind there was still the biting cold, and considered giving her his coat, but also didn't want to make her feel weak; after all she had survived this long in the mountains and if she didn't have a coat on perhaps she just didn't need one. Before he could decide, they stopped walking. Pheonix looked at her with his sightless blue eyes inquiringly. Were they there yet?
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Pheonix doesn't have a FC, so here's his description: Pheonix has long sandy colored hair that falls about an inch above his shoulders. He has faint ginger stubble on his usually dirt streaked face.
He has big pale blue eyes, and though they cannot see, they are usually swimming with emotion no matter how well he keeps a straight face.
Pheonix has a long narrow scar down his right arm from a brawl with a seeker
Pheonix is tall and thin, though well built. He is a sturdy man with a strong jaw, thin lips, and big pale blue eyes. Though he is blind, he can move around just as well as someone who isnt and if not observent one would have no idea of this "liability". He is agile, silent, and strong. A tripple threat, suited to survive under harsh conditions.
Song: On My Own
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So Do You Still Feel Like you Know What Your Doing?[/color][/font]
'Cause I Don't Think You Do[/color][/font][/center]
Bellatrix caught James off guard, but was not so tactful with Abigail. On extra alert since she cast her first jinx at James, Abigail was fast enough to create her own shield charm to ward off the Jelly-fingers, though her hands did turn numb and she almost dropped her wand all the same. She narrowed her eyes as Bellatrix gave them a warning, not shrinking under her icy glare. "Oh, of course officer" she thought bitterly, reminded of the muggle police.
She cast a quick, anxious glance at James, hoping he didn't end up injured for her sake. Abigail knew how powerful her opponent was, and also knew that this duel was a dangerous one. Her only consolation was that she was a good dueler herself, not armed with the brute force or ferocity, but quick to react and quicker to think.
She felt hatred for the smirk that never left her opponents face; It was taunting, ugly, infuriating. Spells ran through Abagail's head, and she found it was a waste of thought as she settled upon perhaps the simplest and most effective spell she knew. "Expelliarmus" she cried in retaliation.
Come On Lets Hear The Applause[/color][/font]
Show 'em How Much Better You Are[/color][/font][/center]
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So Let me know! Post here saying:
What kind of graphic? (Layout, siggie, avatar)
Matching Avatar? (Yes or No)
Pictures you'd prefer i use/ description of what you want?:
Text? (if so, what do you want it to say)
Basic Color scheme?:
Anything else?:
Feel free to ask questions, make suggestions, and request! :)
I can do Signatures, Avatars (matching signature or not), and Layouts. Here are some examples:
Signature and Avatar matching:
Signature(s):[/size]
Avatars:
Layouts:
Briell
[/size][/font]We Start A War, But Whats it For?[/color]
~ [/center]
Briell was walking around the graveyard as she so often did to escape the stone was that always surrounded her. Her thoughts were wandering, much like Briell herself, and she was thinking of all the things her life consisted of. The cave walls, the sadness and loss, the earth quake, the constant danger of this Earth, her little sister Jaclynn. Jaclynn. She had been fast asleep when Briell had left her, the child's face so peaceful that one would never know the sorrow she'd faced, her eyes closed so that the sorrow that swam behind them was hidden. Briell recalled the time she had rescued Jaclynn, it had been one of the most dangerous, most foolish, and definitely most purposeful things she'd ever done. She had risked her own life that day, and saved two others...
As if summoned by the memory, Briell saw a figure sitting still ahead of her, illuminated by the moonlight like a ghost. She recognized the curly chocolate brown hair that flowed down the young girls back, and recognized her quiet, broken sobs. Briell walked quietly over to Sadie and knelt down beside her friend, putting a comforting arm around her. Briell hadn't seen Sadie for over a month; They had drifted apart weeks after their escape from the seekers as Briell was concerned with her sister and Sadie with her father. Briell hadn't realized Sadie was in such a state!
"Hey Sadie, are you okay?" She asked softly, compassion coloring her tone. She hadn''t seen Sadie like this since the day she revealed her bracelet to Briell. She wondered what was making her so sad; Perhaps it was just memories of a painful past? She stroked her friends hair comfortingly and settled herself beside her.
~
We Fight For Peace,
Peace Will Find Us With Harmony
[/color][/center]We Fight For Peace,
Peace Will Find Us With Harmony
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Song: Harmony; Never Shout Never
[/color][/quote]
Please, Won't You Push Me For The Last Time?
[/color][/font]I'll Scream Until There's Nothing Left[/color][/font]
Sirius was strolling through the castle, trying to ease his mind. He had been through a rough week, and still looked like crap, as bad as he felt. He was nearing the castles Entrance hall when hhe saw Narcissa heading his direction with a group if Slytherins.He quickly slipped out the large doors and into the court yard.
He took up his stroll, walking fairly fast, when he heard his cousins annoying voice around the corner, catching his attention. Bellatrix. "Wah, wah, wah, my mommy died and now I’m sad!”. Sirius gritted his teeth, the girl had no boundaries. How could someone stand to be so cold and cruel? Not wanting a fight at the moment he turned to walk the other way, but her next taunt stopped him in his tracks. “Really, Zara, get over it she died like what – nine years ago? Boohoo.”
Sirius spun around, suddenly livid, all the anger at himself and Zara over the past few days flowing through him as well, but this time directed towards his cousin.Sirius remembered the sadness that had lit her eyes that first day at the river. How could anyone use that as a weapon?
He smiled wryly as Zara retorted about Bella never knowing a mothers love, knowing it was the best, or worst, thing for Bellatrix to hear. He appeared silently around the corner; Bellatrix's back was to him. "She's right, of course Bella" he said with a smirk, "Even if you don't show it, you know that your just a trophy daughter, that your dear mother wouldn't shed a tear if you died tomorrow. If you ran away she would blast you off the tree without a second thought."
Sirius knew he was being cruel, but if anyone deserved it, it was Bellatrix. It felt good to let his anger all out, "She doesn't care about you. Nobody does. Even your relationship with 'Cissy' is corrupt." His smirk faded, and his voice became dangerously low "So tell my, how dare you use the love of a mother torn away, the love you will never have, against someone?" He drew his wand with a hand shaking with rage. Nobody- nobody would talk to Zara that way. No matter what. Especially not Bellatrix Devaney Black.
So Sick Of Playing, I Don't Want To Anymore [/color][/font]
[/center]Pheonix
[/size][/font]Standing On My Own...[/color]
~ [/center]
Pheonix nodded when she confirmed his fears of a difficult road ahead. He sighed when she took his arm and lay it on her own, he gripped it loosely and nodded. "Ok, thank you, I'm ready when you are." He added, not sure if she had been looking at him when he had nodded. He knew she was being kind to him for her help and patience, but he couldn't help but grimace at the thought of being so helpless.
They made a difficult way down and up the rough trail. Pheonix tried his best to make it seem effortless, but he stumbled multiple times at first and even had clumsy footing after they had walked for what seemed hours. The chilly mountain air begain to set upon them, and it begin to seem that Embers arm was the only warmth for miles. Pheonix's feet suddenly caught a large root that Ember must not have seen in the darkness and stumbled forward, catching himself with his hands and scraping his knees. His face reddened as he stood and brushed himself off, hoping she couldn't see his humiliation in the darkness. "Oh, um sorry." He said casually, taking her arm again.
As they walked he wondered if she was cold, even though they had headed downward and were no longer being stung by wind there was still the biting cold, and considered giving her his coat, but also didn't want to make her feel weak; after all she had survived this long in the mountains and if she didn't have a coat on perhaps she just didn't need one. Before he could decide, they stopped walking. Pheonix looked at her with his sightless blue eyes inquiringly. Were they there yet?
~
...Forget About The Life I Used To Know
[/color][/center]...Forget About The Life I Used To Know
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Mood:
Outfit:
Notes:
Pheonix doesn't have a FC, so here's his description: Pheonix has long sandy colored hair that falls about an inch above his shoulders. He has faint ginger stubble on his usually dirt streaked face.
He has big pale blue eyes, and though they cannot see, they are usually swimming with emotion no matter how well he keeps a straight face.
Pheonix has a long narrow scar down his right arm from a brawl with a seeker
Pheonix is tall and thin, though well built. He is a sturdy man with a strong jaw, thin lips, and big pale blue eyes. Though he is blind, he can move around just as well as someone who isnt and if not observent one would have no idea of this "liability". He is agile, silent, and strong. A tripple threat, suited to survive under harsh conditions.
Song: On My Own
[/color]
So Do You Still Feel Like you Know What Your Doing?
'Cause I Don't Think You Do[/color][/font][/center]
Bellatrix caught James off guard, but was not so tactful with Abigail. On extra alert since she cast her first jinx at James, Abigail was fast enough to create her own shield charm to ward off the Jelly-fingers, though her hands did turn numb and she almost dropped her wand all the same. She narrowed her eyes as Bellatrix gave them a warning, not shrinking under her icy glare. "Oh, of course officer" she thought bitterly, reminded of the muggle police.
She cast a quick, anxious glance at James, hoping he didn't end up injured for her sake. Abigail knew how powerful her opponent was, and also knew that this duel was a dangerous one. Her only consolation was that she was a good dueler herself, not armed with the brute force or ferocity, but quick to react and quicker to think.
She felt hatred for the smirk that never left her opponents face; It was taunting, ugly, infuriating. Spells ran through Abagail's head, and she found it was a waste of thought as she settled upon perhaps the simplest and most effective spell she knew. "Expelliarmus" she cried in retaliation.
Come On Lets Hear The Applause
Show 'em How Much Better You Are[/color][/font][/center]
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So Let me know! Post here saying:
What kind of graphic? (Layout, siggie, avatar)
Matching Avatar? (Yes or No)
Pictures you'd prefer i use/ description of what you want?:
Text? (if so, what do you want it to say)
Basic Color scheme?:
Anything else?:
Feel free to ask questions, make suggestions, and request! :)
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