Welcome to Obsessive Melancholy. Here you will find my fanarts, words, fanart goodies, and more. All art and coding is done by me, please don't steal/copy/claim as yours. This website is in french and in english, forgive my mistakes.
Bienvenue sur Obsessive Melancholy. Vous trouverez ici mes fanarts, documents, traductions, goodies et autres. Tous les fanart et code sont le fruit de longues heures de travail, alors ne les volez/copiez/clamez pas comme vôtres.
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Posted on 02 June 2009
So... this time I hope I'll have time to finish this update... My muse seems completely gone, so I only post not-so-recent art...
I added one award in the award section and the sotm, which is the magnificient website of More adventurous, so talented... Go in the Sotm section to know why !
And I also have a knew affiliate: the so so so so wonderful Matilda from Mongrel Minds... I suppose you all know her, but... whouah !
And some new walls:
- I realized: Not so much to say: I don't like it, too boxy. But I love the light stock, and I can't see how to use it !
- Just a memory: Obviously it is also my layout, and there are maybe too many black lines... But it is a new Doctor Who wall, 'cause I missed him, and I love this photoshoot. Once again it is about time, and forgetting. You can't see Rose, but it is because Ten is already too far to see her, but still thinks about her.
- Shoot them: One new style try... No so sure about it, but it is basically a Dogville wallpaper.
- One Dance: A gift for a friend who wanted a Cruz wallpaper.
- Underneath: Well, I rediscovered Harry Potter, and I absolutely wanted to do something with it, however I couldn't chose one colour: if you go in the wall section, you will see there are 4 various versions... And it's simply about the life of Harry when he discovers he MUST fight Voldemort...
Thank you for the lovely spammers ! And your comments make my day !
Elle ferma ses petits yeux noirs et replaça sa tête en position. Le chat laissa reposer avec précaution ses canines acérées sur le cou doux et gris. Les moustaches noires de la souris se mêlaient aux siennes. Il déroula sa queue touffue et la laissa traîner sur le trottoir. Il venait, en chantant, onze petites filles aveugles de l'orphelinat de Jules l'Apostolique.
- B. Vian, L'écume des jours -
