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Allison McAdoo
Artist | Student | Varied
United States
Alrighty, here goes nothing. I'm an nineteen year old artist-in-progress, and I began school for it in August 2013. I write and draw, but my drawing skills aren't quite on par with where I'd like them to be...so I'm "in-progress" (get it?) I've also been doing quite a lot of watercolor, though I don't post much of it online. I'm planning on changing that, however, since it seems I'm far better at that than I am at traditional drawing. I'm friendly and I really do like talking to people, so don't be afraid to shoot me a note every once in a while! It makes me happy, honest!
On another note, I also sing and act. (Don't ask me to dance, though. Terrifying experience) Though I'm not a professional in those areas either, I do my best and work my hardest. If you have any interest in my vocal chords, you can check them out here: www.youtube.com/user/xAllisonH…

my tumblr: allisonhearts.tumblr.com
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I had an amazing time with these lovely ladies in Old Town yesterday! There are more pictures, but these are my favorite (not as professional) ones. 


Kelly tries way too hard to be funny sometimes...


Hyh1i by AllisonHearts  Hygyh by AllisonHearts

and it doesn't always work, as you can guess by Summer's un-amused face.


I haven't been feeling super-confident about how I look lately, especially with my short hair. Out of 100 something photos, there were maybe ten with me in them. 


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(Maybe I should've worn a muumuu)


Kelly showed off some of her insane dance moves, and regretted wearing high-waisted skinny jeans the entire time.


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This girl does ballet, jazz, hip-hop, you name it, she can do it.


Both of my friends got pierced yesterday...once again, Kelly regretted her clothing choice when the artist had her unbutton and roll her jeans down to do it.


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Summer's ear bled profusely (you can still see some in her ear) to get this lovely tragus piercing. 


It was really difficult to get them to act seriously for any of it...


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10550846 899307190090795 8886345519184814203 N by AllisonHearts 10422226 899307113424136 1585549956277029400 N by AllisonHearts 10407251 899306410090873 8769237723638559743 N by AllisonHearts 10346603 899305766757604 2067796568183923280 N by AllisonHearts

But all in all, we had a blast!


Hyh04 by AllisonHearts
  • Mood: Satisfied
  • Listening to: Matchbox Twenty
  • Reading: Penelopiad
  • Watching: Rehab Addict
  • Playing: Diablo 3: Reaper of Souls
  • Eating: HOPEFULLY SOMETHING SOON
  • Drinking: Hot chocolate (soon)

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    Let me start by saying this: I’m not my dad. My dad is this big, Russian teddy bear that everyone goes to for comfort, and I’m not my mom either, exactly. So why my little sister came to me the other night for comfort, I dunno. This is just to remind myself that though she’s pretty annoying sometimes, I love her to death. Gods, I hope I’m not turning into my mom with this journal writing stuff.

    “Lukey?” I heard my little sister Sophia’s voice squeak outside my door. She knocked lightly, which wasn’t like her. Normally she just barges in when she wants something– that’s like the unspoken rule in our whole house, actually. I’d been pretty comfortable in my bed, but I figured if I didn’t get up to see what she wanted, she’d start pouting soon. I rolled off, walked to the door and opened it to see her with tears streaming down her face and clutching two things: an old notebook, and one of her story books. Oh gods, I thought. What do I do? She didn’t say anything before pushing past me and leaping onto my bed, sobbing loudly. I looked out into the hall desperately for either of my parents, but I remembered suddenly that they were going on a double date with Aunt Lilly and Uncle Jake tonight... making me the one in charge.

    “What’s wrong, Soph?” I walked cautiously to my bed. Eight year olds are like land-mines, you take one wrong step and they explode and all your stuff goes everywhere. I kid you not, it’s like she knew I wasn’t sure if I wanted to sit next to her, because she grabbed a pillow and started crying even louder into it. I sat down quickly and started stroking her hair, and she pulled herself onto my knee. C’mon, you gotta have some big brother instincts in there somewhere, Lukas. I saw the notebook sitting in front of me. My natural detective reflexes told me that it was unlikely that her story book had made her cry this hard, so it had to have been the old notebook. I admit, I was curious, so I opened it up. Oh, oh no. This is Mom’s camp journal.

    “Sophia, what did you read in here?” I asked. She looked up at me, sniffling.

    “There’s a bunch of stuff where Mom talks about how mad she is at Dad, and she uses a bunch of those words I’m not allowed to say,” she said. I sighed in relief. That means she didn’t see, or pay attention to, anything demigodly. That’s even worse than Dad’s “now that you’re getting older ____ will happen to your body” talk. I shuddered at the memory.

    “Y’know, sis,” I said, pulling her up to sit next to me, “people who love each other can fight too.” She looked like she didn’t believe me. This is how I wanted to spend my night. Convincing my little sister Mom and Dad love each other.

    “Sure, Lukas, whatever you say,” she said, sticking her tongue out at me, so I poked it back into her mouth.

    “Remember how you and your friends in ballet were fighting?”

    “Because they all wanted to be the fire fairy!” I didn’t know details, but I guessed that’s what had happened.

    “...yeah, that. Well, it’s like that, kinda. I mean, the stuff you read in Mom’s journal happened a really long time ago,” I flipped through the pages, still finding it hard to believe Mom had actually taken any time to write anything down. “So if they’re happy now, that means they fixed whatever went wrong back then.”

    “But if something happened then, what’s keeping anything from happening now?” Sophia sounded really worried.

    “A lot of things, I guess... I mean, there’s you,” I poked her nose, “and me, for starters. And they love us, right?” She giggled a little and nodded. Okay, you’re not doing too bad. Keep it up. “Plus, they’ve been together a while. And when people grow up, they change, right?” And... I lost her there. I kept having to remind myself that she’s eight. She sat up all the way and squinted her eyes at me.

    “You’re a teenager but you haven’t changed a bit, so how does that work?” she asked.

    “I meant... so here, for example. I didn’t used to skateboard, but now I do. Mom had a lip piercing, and now she doesn’t. Mom says Dad used to be really shy, and now he isn’t. See what I mean?” Sophia looked me up and down, as if she could see my lies somewhere on my skin. I apparently passed her inspection, because she leaned up against my side and closed her eyes.

    “Can you read me a story, Lukey? One of Mom’s?” I was about to say no, that she needed to go to bed, but I saw her lower lip jutting out. Really? Pouting with your eyes shut? That’s a new low. I had a staring contest with her pout before I gave up and agreed.

    “Let’s see here...” Skimming a lot of the entries, most of it was definitely not appropriate for Sophia, but I started to get where my sense of humor came from. I wanna meet my Hermes aunts and uncles, I thought. “Here we are, this one’ll work.” I found the story about how our parents first met. Even I gotta admit, it’s funny and kinda (dare I say it?) cute.

    “This is exactly how she puts it, looking back, I swear, Soph:

        ‘Um, we first met in my first week of camp. I ran into him accidentally while he was shirtless and darn, even at that age of 13- he         had some fine muscles. It was embarrassing because I couldn't control my mouth and I told him he was gorgeous.
My first ever words to him. Yeesh.’ ”

    Sophia was laughing really hard now. I still don’t know why, but for some reason, this cheered me up too. I hadn’t even known I was upset until I started reading this mushy stuff. I knew in some part of my brain that if our mom came home to find us reading it aloud and laughing, we’d be grounded until we died, but I didn’t really care right then. It was cool reading about our parent’s old friends, too.

    “I bet you didn’t know that Aunt Lilly used to play on a boy’s lacrosse team,” I said. Sophia gasped.

    “No, she didn’t! Boys play on boys teams, girls play on girls. That’s how it works.”

    “But she did, it says it right here, see?” I showed the part where young-Mom talked about Lilly beating up the guys at lacrosse practice. “She mentioned somewhere else that there wasn’t a girls team when Aunt Lilly first wanted to play, so she just joined the guys instead.” Sophia wrinkled her nose. “What?”

    “But boys smell, Lukas.” I clapped my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing too loud. “Well, they do!” She crossed her arms and I tugged her ponytail.

    “Even me?”

    “Especially you!” She picked up my pillow and hit me with it as hard as she could, meaning not very hard at all. I laughed even harder, and she told me to stop being mean.

    “I’m your big brother, Sophia. It’s my job to be mean to you, isn’t it?”

    “No, you’re supposed to keep other people from being mean to me, duh.” I don’t care what you say or who you are, and eight year old saying “duh” is the downright funniest thing you will ever hear in your lifetime.

    “Whatever you say,” I said, flipping to the next page in Mom’s journal. I couldn’t read her anything about quests, monsters, or training, and a lot of the pranks she pulled on the other campers were starting to give me some ideas. I didn’t have any of this Greek fire stuff she kept talking about, but I was pretty sure I could figure something out.

    Sophia curled up next to me and laid her head on my knee, looking up at me out of the corner of her eye. She was holding her storybook again. “Can you read me one of these, now?” I was about to tell her I wasn’t her babysitter, but her eyes bugged and her lower lip was jutting out again. When did I turn into such a sucker for that?

    “Alright, alright. Fine. But just one, and then you’re going to bed. Promise?” She nodded enthusiastically and stuck the book in my hands. “Which one do you want?”

    “Uhm... the Little Mermaid!” I could tell she’d read it on her own before, because so many of the pages had been dog eared down and smoothed out again. I took a deep breath.

    “Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep; so deep...”

    I don’t remember Sophia falling asleep, and I definitely don’t remember falling asleep myself. My back and neck were stiff since I’d apparently slept up against the wall for a couple hours, but my sister was comfortably laying on my pillows, snoring lightly. I slipped out my phone to check the time. Mom and Dad should be home by now, I thought. I carefully slipped off my bed, grabbing my mom’s journal and tiptoeing out into the hallway. Where the heck did Sophia find this thing? I decided to check the bookshelves in the living room, since usually no one but Aunt Holiday took anything off of those. I didn’t turn the lights on as I crept into the room- no use waking my parents up when I’m trying to sneak around the house.

    “Oh, that’s bright,” I said as a light flicked on.

    “Red-handed, Lukas. Give it here,” my mom’s voice came from the hallway behind me.

    “Busted, huh?” I turned around and handed her the notebook. I didn’t want to meet her eyes- I’d seen her give super-deadly looks before, and I did not want to be on the receiving end of that one.

    “No kidding. Sophia ought to know better than to take something of mine or Dad’s,” she said. I glanced up- she looked more like she was about to laugh rather than kill me.

    “Aren’t you mad?”

    “Oh, hell yeah. At least I was, until I saw you and your sister cuddling, hunched over the Little Mermaid,” Mom was grinning ear to ear. She tossed her old journal on the arm of the couch and pulled me into a hug.

    “You’re squishing me,” I said.

    “I know, it’s your punishment.” I squirmed for a second before hugging her back. She leaned away from the hug and brushed my hair off my forehead. Her eyes looked like they were watering. “Back to bed, Lukas. I’ll put it back where it came from.”

    “Alright,” I started walking past her, into the hallway. “Mom?”

    “Yeah?”

    “Some of that stuff in your journal–”

    “No, I will not give you Greek fire. Or tell you what it is, for that matter.” She turned the lights back off.

    “Okay, okay, I’m going. Night, Mom.” I quietly walked down the hall to my room and saw my dad carrying Sophia back to hers. He flashed a smile back at me.

    “I’m proud of you,” he whispered. My face turned red, but I was pretty sure he couldn’t see it in the dark. Or at least I was until he chuckled a little before saying goodnight.


Boys don't write in diaries: Lukas' POV
Here's 6 pages (worth) of an 8-10 page commission from VolKAINox of Lukas and his sister being cute

and getting caught by Mom
whoops
(I know it's short, but I'll write a 2-4 page blurb about anything else you like to complete it)

Carly is Volky's

Mikhail is Fey-Light's

their babies belong to both of them because that's how OC procreation works

Lilly and Jake belong to GXLAXY7 and Holiday belongs to Judens-Joyride 
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What am I allergic to?

I am entirely allergic to you.

I can’t escape; my lungs close, I asphyxiate.

You’re where I live, where I work.

You must be following me into my air, into every breath.


my personal pollen
37 word micro fiction
yay for creative writing class- I pump out so much material.
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(Contains: violence/gore and ideologically sensitive material)

    Silence usually is the precursor to the screams. Every night, I have nightmares. They start out alright, fields of wildflowers, staring out at the snow-covered mountain peaks, sitting in an empty, gray room. Always demure, muted colors that remind me I’m sleeping. There’s always a low, buzzing sound that makes sense with the environment– bees, a generator for a cabin, the fluorescent lights above my head. When the nightmare begins, I forget I’m dreaming, but I always wake at its worst. No matter what I do, I can’t stop it, or change it, or even make a sound. No matter how hard I try, I can never scream. I wonder each time if for once, I’ll spend a night in peace and wake rested in the morning. When the buzzing stops... I know I’m wrong.

Tonight is the same. I’m in a hospital room, in the ICU. I don’t know why I’m here, but I know I’m asleep. I hear the telltale buzz of machines, nurses and doctors chatting behind closed doors. It doesn’t matter what the buzz sounds like– I know it when I hear it. The hall is empty, pale, and cold. My bare feet slap the floor, and an unpleasant scent reaches my nose. It smells familiar, and I chuckle silently to myself. The dreams in which I smell turn into the worst nightmares. I walk down the hallway, the steel elevator doors getting no closer with each step I take. I hear breathing, slow and ragged. Who am I tonight? A patient? More than likely. A door to my right opens slowly, and the buzzing stops.

    A woman in a white coat backs out of the room until she is in the middle of the hallway. She does not turn to face me, and I attempt to call out to her. No sound escapes my lips. My eyes travel down, to where I see her shoes are not touching the floor, but her toes barely miss the linoleum flooring. Her legs begin twitching violently as her hanging body turns mid air to face me. I have seen this sight before, but it kills me every time... sometimes, literally.

    Blood is draped like sheets over the front of her white, white coat. The eyes are shut, but the mouth gapes wide open, wider still, until her lower jaw dangles from her skull. There is no sound. I can’t even hear the breathing any longer, and my feet are cemented in place. All at once, the doors fly open and horrid screams tear through the air. The woman’s limp body is pushed violently from one way to the other, and her eyes fly open.

    “Wake up,” rasps dryly from its throat. A chorus of the dead shrieked with her, screaming, telling me to wake, before my nightmare somehow gets worse. I’m dreaming. I’m dreaming. I’m dreaming. I shut my eyes and open my mouth. And I scream.


Silence
I wrote this tonight in my creative writing class in about ten minutes, and I actually really like it. It's really creepy, but I like it.
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I had an amazing time with these lovely ladies in Old Town yesterday! There are more pictures, but these are my favorite (not as professional) ones. 


Kelly tries way too hard to be funny sometimes...


Hyh1i by AllisonHearts  Hygyh by AllisonHearts

and it doesn't always work, as you can guess by Summer's un-amused face.


I haven't been feeling super-confident about how I look lately, especially with my short hair. Out of 100 something photos, there were maybe ten with me in them. 


 10982619 899304103424437 4780443421894312095 N by AllisonHearts 10659183 899304570091057 5415081578034991469 N by AllisonHearts 10391415 899304620091052 3045358303729891319 N by AllisonHearts

(Maybe I should've worn a muumuu)


Kelly showed off some of her insane dance moves, and regretted wearing high-waisted skinny jeans the entire time.


10991171 899304733424374 5944241997452768001 N by AllisonHearts   Hyh0s by AllisonHearts

This girl does ballet, jazz, hip-hop, you name it, she can do it.


Both of my friends got pierced yesterday...once again, Kelly regretted her clothing choice when the artist had her unbutton and roll her jeans down to do it.


10990016 899306500090864 5467886577263024092 N by AllisonHearts 10352733 899306590090855 6028571702486833245 N by AllisonHearts

Summer's ear bled profusely (you can still see some in her ear) to get this lovely tragus piercing. 


It was really difficult to get them to act seriously for any of it...


10983427 899304286757752 1329923921023725841 N by AllisonHearts 10330472 899304126757768 5534593254843491390 N by AllisonHearts
10550846 899307190090795 8886345519184814203 N by AllisonHearts 10422226 899307113424136 1585549956277029400 N by AllisonHearts 10407251 899306410090873 8769237723638559743 N by AllisonHearts 10346603 899305766757604 2067796568183923280 N by AllisonHearts

But all in all, we had a blast!


Hyh04 by AllisonHearts
  • Mood: Satisfied
  • Listening to: Matchbox Twenty
  • Reading: Penelopiad
  • Watching: Rehab Addict
  • Playing: Diablo 3: Reaper of Souls
  • Eating: HOPEFULLY SOMETHING SOON
  • Drinking: Hot chocolate (soon)

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M-a-x---Q Featured By Owner 2 days ago
hey allison, thanks a lot for the watch
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AllisonHearts Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Student General Artist
you're welcome~!
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MischiefRaven Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Student General Artist
thank you for the watch!
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AllisonHearts Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Student General Artist
you're welcome! :)
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MemiMcfly Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
thanks for the watch! I really appreciate it! :heart: 
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AllisonHearts Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Student General Artist
you're welcome :)
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AmateurArtistt Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Your gallery is amazing. Such amazing portraits!
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AllisonHearts Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2015  Student General Artist
thanks!
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AmateurArtistt Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome dear! Open to ideas?
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AllisonHearts Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2015  Student General Artist
I don't really do requests, kinda mucks up my creative process
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