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Last Login: 02/05/2018 5:53 am

Registered: 03/18/2005

Gender: Female

Location: Somewhere over the blood-stained rainbow


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I am starbolt22, but please call me Star, Starbolt, or SB. I am an average 18-year old girl who lives in Minnesota. I like to art, and I do all my CG art with my trusty tablet and Photoshop, but I learned the basics with a mouse and Artweaver. When I start to like something, it becomes an obsession. I forgot how to like things without obsession.

I am Homestuck garbage, and I am attending Carthage College. I've also returned after a hiatus that lasted 5ever so that I can grow my DragCave dragons, because a comrade of mine was like "MY DRAGON ON FLIGHTRISING LOOKS LIKE A VAMPIRE DRAGON FROM ANOTHER SITE" and long story short I'm back into DragCave again. I needed a forum and now I'm back in this garbage dump.

Well, you've made it to my profile, so feel free to shoot me a PM, and maybe we can be friends! :3

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This is my latest avi art:

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MissMoppy made me this lovely avi art.

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FC Fairchild made me this pretteh avi art. <3

Pilatus: Mountain of Dragons


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My journal of thoughts. Maybe a poem or guide or something every now and then.


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gothicchibee Report | 10/27/2011 6:34 pm
STARR!!!!! you think you could draw me some avi art...? heart
sand and scars Report | 09/28/2011 3:35 pm
sand and scars
i saw you posted on brasstastic's profile saying you play flute and viola and i just wanted to say your cool cause i play viola also! biggrin
SilentVex Report | 09/03/2011 9:59 pm
Cool avi
gothicchibee Report | 09/02/2011 10:46 am
yes ye it is ^-^ heart
gothicchibee Report | 09/02/2011 10:00 am
yes we must !! a moment of silence now
gothicchibee Report | 09/02/2011 9:07 am
yay im trying to eat a spoon again haha lol idk y really but wen you eat a spoonful of ice cream and then type you have a spoon in you mouth i wounder where my icecream went ........
gothicchibee Report | 09/02/2011 8:56 am
YAy im still in your sig !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 heart heart heart heart heart heart
Brasstastic Report | 07/17/2011 3:37 pm
French Horn
Shadow McFlurrie Report | 07/13/2011 8:45 pm
Shadow McFlurrie
I guess you could say my sonic style is awesome.
Danke, anyways.
Shadow McFlurrie Report | 07/13/2011 7:28 pm
Shadow McFlurrie
Yeah, I guess so.
Maybe my profile will have my Sonic drawings up soon. LOL


I stopped growing my dragons in my sig, but I'm opening an art shop so please visit that! Thank you!


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The Growths

I’d had them ever since I was a kid.
I can remember being incredibly self-conscious about them, hiding them in my pockets under books and bags. The kids at school never said anything to my face, but I knew they were laughing behind my back.
I remember asking my parents to take me to the doctor, to get them checked out. The growths on my hands seemed to be the elephant in the room back then, since they’d just say I was fine and change the subject. But I knew better.
I had tried to remove them as a child, but without avail. Scissors, knives, potato peelers; trying to cut or scrape them off was always a lost cause because I couldn’t continue once the pain kicked in.
But today was different. It’s amazing how numb you can get with a couple of tourniquettes and a bottle of Jack Daniels. I was originally planning to use a sharp knife, but figured that trying to slice through the tough flesh of the growths would be too arduous in my drunken state. I opted for the slightly more technological plan B.
I had to hurry though. I was already pretty light-headed and was starting to feel dizzy. My hands and forearms, nearly blue from the lack of circulation, couldn’t wait much longer either. The whirring of the blender helped to put me in a sort of trance–ready to do what I had wanted to do since I first looked down at my strange deformities.
I shoved my left hand in first. The immediate sensation of sharp blades slicing through flesh was jarring, but I was surprised at how well the alcohol was working–I expected it to hurt more. I could hear the sharp metal churning and cutting, working perfectly as planned. I pressed my hand down harder. All those bad memories, all of the embarrasment–all of those horrible things were now nothing more than a thick red pulp.
Breaking from the feelings of ectsasy, I pulled out before the blades hit knuckle. I smiled, taking a good look at my new hand. As for the growths–well, five down, and five to go.