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Journal Entry: Mon Nov 16, 2015, 8:40 AM
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I havent slept in two days help by Reeiden < < Winner(s) will get something like that
- To enter all you have to do is Favourite this journal.
You don't have to advertise but if you do that'd be really nice!! !
Winner(s) will be chosen via random number generator.

- Raffle ends in Nov, 26.


UPDATE; CLOSED, Will announce the winner(s) tomorrow ( Nov 28 )
Sorry for the delay, i genuinely haven't been on the computer the entire week until now tbh
I'd say who the winner(s) are right now but
i'm seriously too sleepy and tired rn so
see you all tomorrow, good luck :^))

Holiday Card Project 2015!

Thu Nov 12, 2015, 12:35 PM

The DeviantArt #HolidayCardProject is back for its 9th year!  With the goal of bringing a bit of holiday cheer to patients in the hospital during the holiday season, the Holiday Card Project connects artists from around the world, applying their tremendous artistic abilities to designing and creating uplifting holiday cards.

In the past few years, this project has received more than 5,000 cards sent in by more than 2,000 deviants from 60 different countries/political regions. Cards are then divvied up and distributed by DeviantArt members to local Los Angeles hospitals, with additional cards given to various hospitals in the U.S. and abroad for DeviantArt volunteers and hospital staff members to hand out to patients.

The idea behind the Holiday Card Project is simple: do something nice for others. However, if you're looking for even more incentive, every deviant who sends in a card will be given a free one-month Core Membership to DeviantArt.

Read below to see how you can join in on the holiday cheer!

:holly:  What is the DeviantArt Holiday Card Project?The purpose of the Holiday Card Project is to have deviants create physical holiday cards for people who are hospitalized during the holiday season, helping to bring a smile to the faces of those who may need some holiday cheer.

:holly:  Who receives the cards?The cards will be distributed to both U.S. and international hospitals. Some cards will be delivered in-person by select deviants in the areas of the respective hospitals, while other cards will be distributed by hospital staff members. The patients who receive the cards age in range from children to seniors, and have illnesses or injuries that vary from mild to terminal.

:holly:  What should I write in a card?Be as creative as you'd like, but remember, the degree of illness for patients will vary from mild to terminal, so it is important to be cheerful and stay positive. Some suggested greetings include, "Best wishes," "Thinking of you," or "Have a nice day." Stay away from phrases like "Get well soon" and "Hope you're feeling better," as it might not be appropriate for all patients. Be sure include a message of "Happy Holidays" as the cards will be distributed for the holidays!

:holly:  Can I make a card myself?Of course! An 8.5" x 11" (21.59 cm x 27.94 cm) sheet of paper folded 2 ways to a total size of 4.25" x 5" (11.43 cm x 12.7 cm) works nicely. Though, there is no "set" size for cards. Use your best judgment. You can personally design and decorate cards by drawing, coloring, or painting. Construction paper, cardboard, markers, crayons, colored pencils, ribbon, etc., are all great to help make your card as special as possible.

:holly:  Can I use holiday cards purchased from a store?Absolutely. Store-bought cards are great for the Holiday Card Project, but be sure to add some artistic flair and pizzazz by drawing on the inside of the card or including a few doodles. Use color to brighten up the presentation; be creative!

:holly:  How much is postage for sending a card?If you live in the U.S. and are sending an average-sized card, it will probably cost one first-class stamp ($0.49). If you live in a country other than the U.S., the best thing to do is to check with your local postal agency for rates.

:holly:  Can I send more than one card?Please do. You can even put more than one card in the same envelope or package to save on postage. However, remember that quality is better than quantity. Sending one quality card that you put time and effort into is better than sending two cards that were thrown together.

:holly:  Can I share my cards on DeviantArt?

That's part of the fun! The cards we receive are often so impressive that we want to share them with the world. When you're finished with your creation, upload a photo or scan of the card and submit it to DeviantArt using the #HolidayCardProject tag.  Sharing your inspirational artworks with others online also helps spread the word about the Holiday Card Project, which leads to more cards being created and shared!

:holly:  Will patients know who made their cards?The only way a patient will know who made a card is if you sign your name, which you are welcome to do. You may also include your e-mail address and/or DeviantArt URL in hopes of getting a reply, though that can't be guaranteed. If you wish to send a card anonymously, you may.

:holly:  Can non-deviants participate in the Project?Definitely. The Holiday Card Project accepts cards from all participants who are willing to contribute to a good cause. The Project is a great way for schools, clubs, church groups, or family and friends to get together and work on a fun activity. No DeviantArt affiliation is necessary.

:holly:  What do I get out of this?The idea behind the Holiday Card Project is to try and bring a little cheer to those undergoing a hospital stay. The patients and their families are deeply touched by the kindness and caring from those who take time to create and send cards.

Additionally, once the Holiday Card Project has been completed, all registered DeviantArt members will be given a free one-month Core Membership just for sending in a card. In order to be awarded a Core Membership, please include your username on a piece of paper separate from the holiday card. Core Memberships will be distributed no later than January 31, 2016.

:holly:  When is the deadline for the Holiday Card Project?All cards should be received by December 14, 2015.

:rudolph:  Where do I send a card?Please use the following address:

DeviantArt, Inc.
Holiday Card Project
7095 Hollywood Blvd., #788
Hollywood, CA 90028

Please remember to include your DeviantArt username on a separate piece of paper when mailing in a holiday card. To ensure that you successfully receive your free Core Membership, it is vitally important that your username be written legibly!

:holly:  Can I help hand out cards?We're always looking for dedicated volunteers to hand out holiday cards. If you're interested in handing out cards at hospital local to you, please send a note to madizzlee. All volunteers must be over the age of 18. 

:stare:  Rules and TermsLimit one one-month Core Membership per participant. DeviantArt reserves the right to deem any card contributed to the Project as unacceptable and therefore ineligible for a Core Membership.

:megaphone:  Spread the WordShare your #HolidayCardProject involvement across the Internet!  Write a Journal or Status Update, or post to Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, or Instagram! We can't do this without you and getting the word out helps this great cause get boosted to more people — resulting in more holiday cheer!  Thank you.

:note:  Past Projects
Holiday Card Project by madizzlee  Holiday card project 1 by silverlakephotosHoliday Card Project 2008 by Heidi IMG 2131 copy by madizzlee

:holly:  Where do I direct questions and concerns?Please note that many common concerns have already been addressed in the above questions and answers. Take care when reading the Project's description because there's a good chance it already contains an answer to your question. For any remaining issues, please leave a comment in this journal.

Daily Lit Recognition for November 2nd, 2015
We are proud to feature today's Daily Literature Recognition!
You can show your support by +favloveing this News Article.
Please comment and +fav the features and congratulate the artists!


Suggested by: DynamiteHearts
Featured by: chromeantennae
Expat.Hush, hush,
don't you see
we're letting you in
as long as you
don't call us out
on keeping them out,
and isn't that
why you came here,
to be accepted
into our community,
our little
world of plenty
that we fear
is falling apart
under our feet
because of
all those deprived
taking jobs
we didn't want,
doing work
we can't be bothered
to do ourselves.
Hush, hush,
don't complain about
the fat white cats
with their tiny minds
grabbing for
every last scrap
they can get,
they're just trying
to represent us,
trying to protect us
from the things
we're afraid of,
the things we have
a phobia of
(no, that's not irrational,
why do you keep
trying to shoot holes
in everything?)

Expat. by LadyOfFrost

Suggester says: This was so good that I was blown away
and the last stanza is pure genius.

Featured By: betwixtthepages
Wildfire by Galacticloud
Wildfire by Galacticloud

This found haiku poem blends subtle imagery and metaphors
to create a powerful, haunting atmosphere.


Featured by: OfOneSoul
The Stage“Hey, John, are you sure about this?” asked Matt as the two boys turned onto River St. on their bikes.
“Come on, Matt, my uncle is leaving town and he plans on letting me see his shop before he goes,” answered John without looking at his friend, his legs working in synch on the pedals.
“Yeah, but you didn’t even know you had an uncle until he came to your front door and talked to your dad.”
“I know. So I just want to see what he did after all this time.”
Matt thought about this for a second and then turned to John again, “Did your dad even tell you what work your uncle even did?”
“No,” answered John solemnly. “As a matter of fact my dad never really talked about him at all.”
“God, I wonder why,” said Matt more to himself than to his friend.
“Oh, shut up,” replied John, turning right on the next street. “Look, we’re there.”
They came to the address that Joh

The Stage by Spartans300

A thrilling story that takes a unique concept
and brings it to a horrific, satisfying end.

Featured by: NemoX7
Every Breath...The darkness surrounded her.  Complete, and impenetrable.  
She was blind, but her blindness was not natural.  A strip of thick adhesive tape covered her eyes, preventing them from opening and taking in whatever sights the room held.  And it was not her only restraint.  She was sitting in a sturdy chair, arms were held behind her back, bound in place by thick rope that had been expertly wrapped and weaved about her wrists.  Her ankles were secured to the front legs of the chair by more tape.  
She sat quietly, breathing in and out, in and out.  She had no idea how long she had been then, bound as she was, blind as she was.  In the darkness and stillness of the room, she had no sense of time; hours had passed, but how many was beyond her.  She continued to breathe, in and out, in and out.  It was the only sound she could hear, and she was struggling to keep it even, under control.  
The room suddenly filled with a loud ripping

by kiwikink

An interesting suspense story interwoven with the lyrics
of The Police's 80s hit, "Every Breath You Take",
which offers the reader something different in mood this Halloween.

Foreign Language

Featured by: Malintra-Shadowmoon
Lange vergessenEin Bettler sucht Zuflucht vor dem kalten Wind. Erst erkennt er sie nicht, die alte Schmiede. Sie ist nur noch eine Ruine, das Dach löchrig, die Tür ausgehängt. Boden und Esse von feinem Schnee bedeckt. Verlassen und ihrer Schätze, ihrer Werkzeuge beraubt.
Er sieht nicht viel besser aus mit seinem zerschlissenen Reisemantel, seinen eingefallenen Wangen und dem zerzausten Bart. Doch als seine knochigen Hände über den Amboss streifen, wird sie kurz lebendig, die goldene Zeit, da hier von seinen Händen die Schwerter des Königs geschmiedet wurden. Für einen Moment erinnert er sich seines Namens. Und des Schwertes, das er trug.

Lange vergessen by sacredZinja

Short historical prose piece telling a whole life in just a few words.
Interesting is that it is a drabble which means that it contains
of not more, but exactly, 100 words.

For more information, including how to suggest a Deviation
to be featured, please visit us at DailyLitRecognition.

Thanks so much for supporting the lit community and this project!

~ The DailyLitRecognition Team ~

Prepared by: betwixtthepages

Skin by SimplySilent

What do you want to see from CRLit?

Thu Nov 12, 2015, 5:04 PM by HugQueen:iconhugqueen:


Is this you?

If you answered yes, in your head, you're not alone. I know things get overwhelming, news all over the place. So much going on. All the prompts, contests, articles, forum threads. It really does get crazy and sometimes voices get lost in the shuffle. Here at CRLiterature we're making sure what YOU want is what WE are providing!

Now, I know what you're thinking. Spend time on DA? The Literature Community? Suuuure. Whatever you say...

Lets be real, you wouldn't be here if you didn't care at least a little. The question is what will make you participate? What's going to get you out of your bubble and do something? We can't read minds (well maybe, but we're not allowed to say) which means we really, really need input from members and non-members. ANY FEEDBACK IS WELCOME!

We put you on the spot, I understand if you're scrambling for ideas. Bookmark this page, pin the tab, or just keep it open, whatever you need to do to remember to comment with feedback. Take your time too, we'll be patient, to an extent. After all, this group is about the community and you are all important, as are your thoughts and ideas. Don't be afraid to share them!

Are you a part of any other groups? What do they do that you love to take part in? What don't they do that you wish they did?

As for me, I'm not down for any kind of physical activity. Unless it involves typing.

hitmsgplz FEEDBACK IS DEMANDED.hitmsgplz 




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Suicide and Self-harm Prevention

Mon Nov 23, 2015, 5:09 PM by Heidi:iconheidi:

World Heart by minayuyu

Are you going through a difficult time?

If you or someone you know is experiencing thoughts of suicide or self-harm and are in immediate danger, seek help as soon as possible by calling a local emergency telephone number, a suicide prevention hotline, or by going to the nearest emergency room.

At DeviantArt, we care deeply about our community – aiming to provide all our members with a safe and fun environment to create and grow.  However, we do not have trained medical professionals who can respond directly to life-threatening emergencies.  Please use the following resources if you are concerned about the safety of a DeviantArt member – including yourself.  

Resources for getting help.

Suicide, self-harm, and crisis prevention hotlines provide help to those in need – often acting as the first point of contact for individuals who are seeking help, support, and information.  Contact a hotline if you need support for yourself or need help supporting a friend.  If you're concerned about a friend, encourage the friend to contact a hotline as well.

WorldwideUnited States
      United Kingdom / Ireland
        • Samaritans
          • 08457 90 90 90 (UK)
          • 1850 60 90 90 (Republic of Ireland)
          Brazil / Portugal
          • CVV
            • 141
          Czech Republic
          DenmarkFinlandFranceGreeceHong Kong
          • AASRA
            • 91 22 27546669
            • 91 22 27546667
          NetherlandsNew Zealand
                South Africa
                  South Korea
                  • HopeClick
                  • 중앙자살예방센터 (Korea Suicide Prevention Center)
                    • +82 2 2203 0053
                  • 보건복지부 보건복지콜센터 (Ministry of Health & Welfare Call Center)
                    • 129 (24시간 위기상담 / 24 hour hotline)
                  • 정신건강증진센터 정신건강위기상담전화 (Mental Health Center Crisis Counseling)
                    • 1577-0199 (24시간 위기상담 / 24 hour hotline)

                        The DeviantArt community is a source of strong, lasting friendships, where artists support each other through difficult times. Our community naturally encourages one another to share their emotions and passion to help enrich their art and the world around them. Sometimes, as helpful as we want to be, it’s best to seek professional help. While no particular incident led to this journal, we want to ensure there is a quick and easy way to reach out for help whenever it might be needed.

                        In Praise Of... Vol. VII

                        Wed Nov 11, 2015, 8:07 AM



                        Poetry and Prose as Featured by:

                        DeviantArt  About In Praise Of DeviantArt 

                        Welcome to a brand-new, and I hope, continuing series where on a daily basis I feature 25 deviations ranging from literature, photography, traditional art, digital art,  artisan crafts, and special features, where I showcase DailyDeviations or LitRecognition deviations.

                        Please don't be afraid to check out the featured works and if I've featured you, do not be alarmed. I purely mean to showcase your work because I liked it and wish for more people to see it.

                        On behalf of the owner's whose work I feature please be respectful and do not steal or copy their original work. If you believe a work is stolen, please report to the necessary authorities.

                        Love literature? A keen poetry enthusiast? Or a fan of stories? Then take a moment to check out LitRecognition and suggest some literature to the team. Each of us has our own guidelines you can check out! :eager: Spread the word! Get those suggestions going folks! :love: 

                        LoveLoveThank you for reading! LoveLove

                        Previous Editions:

                        Vol. III Traditional Art 07/11/2015
                        Vol. IV Digital Art 08/11/2015
                        Vol. V Artisan Crafts 09/11/2015
                        Vol. VI Daily Deviations 10/11/2015

                        Untitledthe rim of the moon
                        the horn of the ox

                        Catfish DreamsI have catfish dreams that echo my problems
                        down with the bottomfeeders, I am queen,
                        because no one can topple the ruler of refuse
                        but I stare up at your moon-eyes and wonder
                        where springtails go when they die.
                        I'll find your exoskeleton
                        hard enough to bear the tempest, brittle
                        breaking in my hands so I can smell the memories.
                        the cats yowl out in the forest, in a world I once belonged to
                        but the old house is overgrown with briars
                        and satellite dishes adorn the laundry room where I lost my first tooth.
                        so we wait, where the pike and sturgeons dwell
                        we'll wage wars over logs, the fossils of other empires,
                        I'll kiss you before the sun comes out
                        and our children gasp in a drought.

                        .i leave him outside
                        on the doorstep, empty
                        save for his
                        flickering heart

                        Sunburst memoriesAs delinquent hearts open here to the ridden path
                        to distant tears and how we felt them.
                        As a name from a friendly voice spoke
                        to obtain from this a odd sense of happiness,
                        as a soft voice would introduce the reverse of melancholy
                        as hope would return from the happen-less
                        the hand that held  was an open chest,
                        which we kept to never lose it.
                        Next to the river that ran
                        hung by a noose over brambles
                        do we wait to be saved by the hand that  swims
                        with the wings that grew ever entangled 
                        with intentions to trap; to free,
                        happily your body was a wave,
                        uttering its name, illusively, a loose-leaf 
                        your body was the waning armour
                        your body was a storm 
                        and shone as a golden seam,
                        a godly warmth possessed
                        like  the leaves of spring
                        as we  knew effortless  slipped a name
                        with dourest we grew the same 
                        like the lips the voices that used to sing
                        in our little heads,
                        rasping this  joyful-happy voice,
                        first wearing a lone sea
                        now a shell full of

                        FFM Day 18- Bob the Diplomat“Captain, I’m getting a reading from the device with the blinky lights.”
                        “You are the captain,” Spoon reminded him.
                        “Am I? Truly? Wow,” Ladle ran his hand through his greying tangle of hair and contemplated every life decision he’d made.
                        “Then I order you to explain this madness!” Captain Ladle spluttered, gesturing at the various consoles scattered around the cockpit. Some twinkled, some had tiny parts unsafe for children under 3, and a few hummed showtunes.
                        “Maniacs did this,” Ladle said. “Heathens. The Cyber Granny is the worst ship I’ve ever captained.”
                        “It’s nice,” Bob the robot protested.
                        “I don’t know,” Spoon said, looking around. The doors had beaded curtains, and a disco ball hung from the ceiling. Every console had a lava lamp glued on.
                        “Isn’t it a bit flashy?” he asked. “Over the top, really.”

                        The Carrier DiariesThere are three kinds of people in the world.  Flesh eating minions of hell, humankind, and those caught in between both extremes of the spectrum.
                        They call them carriers.
                        A human on a horse led three roped-and-tied souls behind him through the dead of night.  They were bound at the wrists in one long chain attached to the saddle.  They were forbidden to speak to each other, or the man on the horse would cut off their lips.  He'd said as much when he'd caught each one of them.
                        The first in line was a man who still bore a bleeding wound from the bite that made him carrier swine.  Sometimes their wounds took a while to heal, but this one needed to be found to keep a blood trail from showing their path in the sand.  He was large, but the transformation had made him docile.
                        The second carrier, sandwiched between the first and last, was a woman, middle-aged and with no hair on her head.  She had looked somber ever since the man on the horse found her s

                        An alchemy
                        of the air
                        The transmutation
                        of darkness
                        in to light
                        the language
                        of the night
                        to the clarity
                        of day,
                        A silent storm
                        of ancient elements
                        colliding, their
                        meaning long
                        since lost.

                        Lange vergessenEin Bettler sucht Zuflucht vor dem kalten Wind. Erst erkennt er sie nicht, die alte Schmiede. Sie ist nur noch eine Ruine, das Dach löchrig, die Tür ausgehängt. Boden und Esse von feinem Schnee bedeckt. Verlassen und ihrer Schätze, ihrer Werkzeuge beraubt.
                        Er sieht nicht viel besser aus mit seinem zerschlissenen Reisemantel, seinen eingefallenen Wangen und dem zerzausten Bart. Doch als seine knochigen Hände über den Amboss streifen, wird sie kurz lebendig, die goldene Zeit, da hier von seinen Händen die Schwerter des Königs geschmiedet wurden. Für einen Moment erinnert er sich seines Namens. Und des Schwertes, das er trug.

                        Heart Like a Mountainbroken hearts upon crags of old
                        tears run like a fountain
                        his heart an avalanche, stone cold
                        as the crest of mountains
                        tears run like a fountain
                        parted by this great divide
                        as the crest of mountains
                        leaves no place to hide
                        parted by this great divide
                        cowering from constant bombardment
                        leaves no place to hide
                        plummeting from high escarpments
                        cowering from constant bombardment
                        broken hearts upon crags of old
                        plummeting from high escarpments
                        his heart an avalanche, stone cold

                        Empty Bottlesa quiet defiance
                         in this sinkhole
                         of a boy, his buried
                              bone silo
                          houses the warhead
                          in my chest
                                a wired-million
                          spider from its center
                          each begging
                          to spark and override
                          the keyswitch
                                         to launch
                          our angels
                             underground, decrypt
                             the why and how
                             of family
                               their empty bottles
                         not even for miracles
                         so much as purpose
                        hope, a tomorrow
                                 so inevitably led
                                 not to, but
                             down the well
                        past broken
                              sidewalls of faith
                              burnt cross-sections

                        Expat.Hush, hush,
                        don't you see
                        we're letting you in
                        as long as you
                        don't call us out
                        on keeping them out,
                        and isn't that
                        why you came here,
                        to be accepted
                        into our community,
                        our little
                        world of plenty
                        that we fear
                        is falling apart
                        under our feet
                        because of
                        all those deprived
                        taking jobs
                        we didn't want,
                        doing work
                        we can't be bothered
                        to do ourselves.
                        Hush, hush,
                        don't complain about
                        the fat white cats
                        with their tiny minds
                        grabbing for
                        every last scrap
                        they can get,
                        they're just trying
                        to represent us,
                        trying to protect us
                        from the things
                        we're afraid of,
                        the things we have
                        a phobia of
                        (no, that's not irrational,
                        why do you keep
                        trying to shoot holes
                        in everything?)

                        The King Without A NameThe council ordered him killed. That’s something they will never be able to justify, but it will never make them evil. After all, at first, I wasn’t sure if I should kill him, either. He was only 11 years old when I first met him, in the tunnels below. Oh yes, I see the surprise on your face… I’ve been to hell, friends. I’ve visited the Dark Under and seen the one whose name is not spoken, I’ve stared him right in the face and stayed sane. I’m an Elf, we have different standards of sanity than you humans do.
                        I was not alone when I met him, no. I was with my closest, my dearest friends – Nerkom the Sorcerer and Vi the Radiant. Ah, I see you know those names. Yes, yes, I am Mikhal. No, I chose to forgo a title, and I am fairly certain that by extension I am wanted by the council as well… but that is neither here nor there. No, we are in no danger here, I promise you. Shall we continue with the story?
                        He was eleven when we met him. For

                        Drowning In Slow MotionWaves break on the rocky shore
                        Their cold tendrils caressing my feet
                        I shiver and attempt to remove myself
                        They grip me tightly, climbing higher
                        Now they're up to my calves
                        And I am filled with an apprehension
                        That speaks of things to come
                        I begin to struggle but I get nowhere
                        The water rises to my waist
                        And now I am filled with anxiety
                        I fight harder to pull free of the depths
                        That seem intent upon swallowing me
                        The cold ocean laps at my chest
                        And I begin to panic
                        I scream and thrash against the tide
                        It feels like too little, too late
                        Salty brine fills my mouth
                        And I'm choking on my fear
                        I try to breathe but each breath burns
                        Like a thousand fires eating me inside out
                        The sea is over my head
                        I am holding my breath
                        I don't know for how much longer
                        I am losing any hope I had
                        I am sinking into the black water
                        No longer holding my breath
                        Give up and let me drown
                        Maybe now I'll finally be free

                        Ich weiche
                        Vor dem Sturm
                        Die Eiche
                        Ist gewiß
                        Kein Schutz
                        Ich laufe
                        Bis zum
                        Ich weiche
                        Vor dem Sturm
                        I'm losing ground
                        To the storm
                        Surely, the oak is
                        No shelter
                        I run
                        To the watertower
                        I'm losing ground
                        To the storm

                        .my mind may
                            feign Pericles
                        but this heart
                            is a tyrant
                                                     (so watch out;
                                                 my love is reminiscent
                                                                of Pompeii)

                        Elegant Queen.Such an elegant queen
                        Chasing american green
                        She says it runs the world
                        And an american dream
                        She smiles in the scene
                        On every television screen
                        Finding ecstasy in the sound
                        Of every fan given scream
                        A handsome man at her side
                        The best that money could buy
                        She had no worries for the future
                        She knows she can provide
                        Yet at night her mom cries
                        At all the time passing by
                        She's distant from her family
                        No matter how hard she tries
                        But when the call from her brother
                        was ignored for her lover
                        She was unable to say goodbye
                        As cancer defeated her mother
                        Now she's filled with regret
                        How could she ever forget
                        Her family sacrificed so much
                        For her lucky shot at success

                        Gespraech (2015)Gespräch (2015)
                        „Ich kann nicht mehr.“
                        „Ich weiß nicht weiter!“
                        „So vertraue auf mich.“
                        „Es raubt mir den Atem. Es raubt meine Sinne.“
                        „Ich erlaube dir keine Schwäche. Ich erlaube dir nicht, zu brechen.
                        Ich gestatte dir, zu rasten, sodass du wieder atmen kannst. Doch
                        stirb nicht in deiner Wut. Sie ist nicht wert, zu triumphieren.“
                        „Ich kann es nicht. Sie ist zu wild. Die Bestie...sie tobt.“
                        „Weshalb ich lebe. Ich bändige sie. Ich reiße sie tot.“
                        „Und dann?“
                        „Werd' ich zur Ruh' dich betten. Deine Sinne retten.“
                        „Du bist ein Teil von mir. Noch ungelernt und doch recht stark.“
                        „Nich stark genug.“
                        „Dafür bin ich da. Ich schütze dich, bevor du fällst.“
                        „Du wirst es noch erfahren. Schlafe nun. Widers

                        Chronic     Confessions are easiest when they are given to the thick black night. And this, I know, is why I have never been able to tell you I love you, but instead, every night, I whisper it to the moon, and scream it at the stars. I exhale my love for you into the suffocating sea of my sheets at midnight, into my shirts as I dress in the morning. The truth of it radiates from my eyes, and I see it when I stare blankly back at myself from a spotted mirror, a dilapidated toothbrush protruding from my lips like a thermometer, and I know that I am burning up. I have always been burning, a phoenix in perpetual flame, comfortable in my nest of ashes where dying to myself has never been considered a formality, but a necessity, and rebirth is a routine.
                            You, on the other hand, have always been cold. Steady and calm, with palms that don't sweat and thighs that don't stick to seats in the summertime, in the sweltering heat. Your cool demeanor and classy facade, everything

                        One Way GraveIn the hills of Tennessee, there lies a one truck town isolated from the rest of humanity. A simple community free from D.C.’s corrupt politics as the townsfolk went on with their lives. A population barely able to peak over one hundred, they mainly relied on themselves to survive. Crops were grown a couple miles south of the town limits, which was the main purpose for their truck: a totally black ‘72 Chevy K10 who had seen better days. There was two separate avenues with houses and a circle of stores where the roads met. These were simple storefronts: A clothing department, diner, blacksmith shop, hardware barn, and a shop that doubled as a grocery store and miscellaneous goods that the other places didn’t offer. This town had no name, nor did it have a mayor. Their humble church served as the town hall, and the faithful priest kept the peaceful little town in order. The church was located in the middle of the circle of buildings as if it was a watch tower of sorts.

                        What You'd Be Without MeA glass of wine. Champagne
                        sitting to the side, you
                        dine alone, tonight
                        is your night, your friend
                        texts you, “I'm worried,”
                        about nothing probably. A small
                        third sip, places the glass
                        back on the table. It is white, pristine,
                        empty of all but tableware (fork, knife,
                        tied in a napkin, placed on-plate
                        like some very special gift) a vase filled with white
                        roses, their stems so dark in compare, green goes
                        black in their presence. You are
                        on your fourth sip, small, dainty, you want
                        to make this last, thinking ahead
                        to the second bottle, “Slowly, we go
                        slowly.” I am
                        holding your picture
                        with a clenched fist.

                        A Drop Of Your Blood, PleaseIt's been a year since they found their "humanity", and I made a small fortune off of it.
                        "I barely escaped it myself. The curtain must have malfunctioned, or I'd have been cut in half."
                        I press a button, refill his glass; a few weeks ago, a robot would have done that. "I have no trouble believing that. How many are we talking about?"
                        It seems incredible now, but we loved robots. In a technologically-advanced society, where method and practicality were everything, the idea behind them embodied the essence of the future man. Maybe we underestimated how much they actuallty were like men, though... "Hey, get it together. How. Many." I ask again, a bit pissed off as I stare into my client's sleep-deprived eyes.
                        Robots were the only measure we had left in our scrambling to save the planet after we pushed it past the point of no return; and thank "god" the referendum on robots didn't end up like the one to fund NASA's space exploration, I thought at first. I don't even kno

                        TrafficI wouldn’t be so annoyed if there wasn’t somewhere I needed to be.  I get that the road needs to be re-paved, but there is no reason it couldn’t be done at night. The dust is also getting on my car, which I really didn’t want to waste my Saturday morning on washing.
                        At least I’m not the only one who doesn’t want to be here. The flag person in front looks like she’s melting.  I can’t imagine she loves having to wear all that gear while standing in the middle of an asphalt road on one of the hottest days of the year.  She’s trying to keep up an appearance, like as if it doesn’t bother her, but that tomato red face betrays her.  
                        Yes, being at the front of the line does help with this dilemma.  There must be around fifteen car and trucks behind me.  It may be horrible, but when you know other people are as miserable as you, you feel better.  I do not know if that is a typical human trait, but it

                        Intelligent Zombies'If you challenge him, you get me.'
                        Catie stared at him.  It took her a long time to answer.  Eventually she said, 'We're soldiers, Doc.  We don't want you!'
                        They were standing on the roof of the research building, one in a lab coat and one in camouflage.  They looked down on the facility's well kept garden, fenced off from what was left of their world, and was Catie's world still.
                        'How typical,' said Dr Love.  'Just what I should have expected from the kill first, ask questions later camp.  You could really use someone with my brains out there, young Catherine.  How do you hope to end this madness if you're only adding to it with your senseless violence?'
                        'Dr Love,' said Catie.  'You wouldn't last five minutes “out there”.  I mowed down fifty zombies to get over here, and now you tell me it's because you can't control one of your own!  How do you expect me to take you seriously?'
                        Dr Love looked sheepish.
                        'He's not hu

                        The MurkrowOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
                        Over many a quaint and curious entry of pokédex lore—
                           While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a rapping,
                        Someone rapping, rapping the poké-rap at my dojo door.
                        “’Tis some challenger,” I muttered, “rapping at my dojo door—
                                   Only this and nothing more.”
                           Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
                        Scorch mark of that blundered Ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
                           Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
                           From my ‘dex surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Houndour—
                        For the rare and roaring fellow whom the angels name Houndour—
                                   Nameless here for evermore.
                           And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
                        Thrilled me—filled me with fant

                        TensionTheir voices are loud and rattle my feet from under me. I hear them before they come up the stairs, into the hallway, opening and slamming the door behind them. She’s the loud one, her voice shrill and aching in the room around me. He’s quiet, barely saying a word, and when he does speak, she only gets louder.
                        They’ve had this fight before—I can’t understand their words, but the patterns feel familiar in my legs, the shaking of the floorboards, the way she stomps around, throwing things. Her heels click against the ground, accenting her shouts. He says nothing. She turns around again and walks toward him. A small finger reaches up and pokes him in the chest, pushing him back. He murmurs to her, and it makes her angrier. She stomps toward the couch and picks something up. A pillow smashes into the china cabinet and knocks down a few plates, and the ringing of the porcelain hitting the floor makes them go silent. Then footsteps, the slamming of the door. The

                        Beta Preview of Watch 2.0

                        Mon Nov 16, 2015, 2:38 PM by danlev:icondanlev:

                        This preview is available to a small group of new deviants, as well as Core Members who were Beta Testers as of November 11th.  We will continue to add deviants to the preview group in the coming days and weeks.

                        The heart of the DeviantArt experience is based on viewing and interacting with the art and activity from the deviants and groups you watch. Today, we’re providing an early preview into Watch 2.0 where we’ve taken the activities deviants do most and built an experience geared toward exactly those actions.

                        Please keep in mind that this is an early Beta Preview. You are likely to encounter bugs and functions that are still being worked on.  

                        (You can turn it off at anytime.)

                        Focusing on Art and Discovery

                        Watch is a feed that aggregates activity (like deviations, journals, collections, status updates, etc.) from the deviants and groups you watch (aka follow). We’ve built Watch 2.0 with browsing art in mind, allowing you to view a screen covered edge-to-edge in art.

                        The two main sections of Watch are deviations and posts:

                        • Deviations: A stream of deviations from the deviants you watch; deviations they’ve submitted, deviations they’ve favorited, and deviations they’ve submitted to groups.

                        • Posts: Journals, Status Updates, and Polls from deviants you watch.

                        Your Deviation Browsing Experience: Reimagined

                        The core use of the Message Center revolves around viewing deviations from deviants you watch.  We set out to completely revamp the experience of browsing and interacting with deviations, based on what we've learned and the feedback we've heard over the years. We’ve taken a lot of the functionality around deviations in the Message Center, and designed an experience optimized for it.

                        Watch2 by danlev

                        1. Saved Items

                        Saving deviations is a quick way of “bookmarking” them for later. When you click a deviation to see the new pop-up deviation page, the “save” button is located right next to the favourite button.

                        2. “Show” Menu

                        The “Show” menu lets you filter specific content types. From this menu, you can choose to display deviations, favourites, and/or group deviations. While on the Posts tab, the dropdown will let you filter by status updates, journals, or polls.

                        3. Deviants Menu

                        The deviants menu is a new way of viewing your favorite artists’ activity. Selecting an artist isolates their activity, letting you easily see what they’ve been up to. You can also “pin” your favorite artists to easily access them later.

                        Pop-Up Display

                        The pop-up display is a new way of browsing deviations. From this mode, you can view almost everything you can do on a deviation page, including favoriting, reading and posting comments, etc. Views in this browsing mode are counted towards the deviations views.

                        New Navigation

                        Along with Watch 2.0, we’re introducing a new global navigation across the site.

                        Notifications & Notes

                        Most of the components of the Message Center have been split into two sections: Watch and Notifications. The new notifications dropdown makes it easier than ever to quickly access new comments, replies, mentions, favorites on your artwork, and other notices related to you and your art.

                        Just like notifications, you can also view new notes without leaving the page you’re on.

                        Screen Shot 2015-11-16 at 1.15.22 PM by danlev

                        Preventing Message Anxiety

                        If you’re an active deviant, it’s not hard to amass over 1,000 notifications. While it’s nice to know that you’ll never miss a thing from the people you watch, it can be cumbersome and stressful to have to deal with so many messages, filtering out the important ones. We often hear that deviants are stressed out by their Message Center and occasionally just purge all of their messages, which defeat the purpose of the Message Center.

                        While the full Message Center isn’t going away, we want to give you a taste of what we have in mind for a smoother experience.

                        In honor of NaNoWriMo I wanted to do at least one journal about writing this month, even though I'm no expert.

                        Writing is everywhere

                        I feel like writing is one of the most unseen and perhaps even most under appreciated forms of art these days. Writing is virtually everywhere, yet it's very much overlooked. People tend to think about writing as just the stuff you read in books, but what about blogs and journals? What about your favorite game, movie, show, or anime? What about your favorite comic? Would you even like your favorite character that much if it didn't come with that backstory that made you feel so much for it? 
                        Yes, that's writing. All of it.

                        As for my own experience; I've always been fascinated by storytelling. I could watch and read anything, as long as it had a good plot and characters I could care about. I think the true skill of a writer is to make (nearly) everything interesting. 

                        To start writing

                        To start writing isn't that hard. It really isn't. All you need is a computer (or a typewriter, if you wan't to go retro) and a bit of time to write.
                        There are in essence two types of storytellers. The planned ones and the spontaneous ones. The first type plans out the story (or at least all major plot points) and then starts writing. The second one takes a more free approach to the art and just starts writing with no idea how the story ends. Note that both of them are proven to work out. And that, regardless of your approach, you're always gonna need some amount of editing at the end.

                        And then there's another group of people that wants to write, but never actually starts, judging by the many people that ask me about how the hell I start writing. To them I'd like to say; just start writing. It doesn't matter if it sucks. You don't have to show your bad first drafts to anyone... but you need that first draft to be written. If you have written down something, no matter how bad, you have something to edit. If you never write anything down, you can't edit it. So ditch the perfectionism. Just start writing!  

                        To keep writing

                        For some people it isn't a challenge to start writing, but to keep at it. 
                        I guess it's for that reason that events like NaNoWriMo have come into existence. To keep people motivated to at least write for a whole month. There are various reasons people get stuck, and various ways to prevent this. Here are a few helpful tips and tricks:

                        Bullet; Black Write out the major plot points of your story before you start. This might help you to keep direction and not end up stuck somewhere you didn't see coming.
                        Bullet; Black When to pick up writing after a while inactivity, re-read older chapters to get back into the story's vibe again.
                        Bullet; Black For that same reason, don't stop writing at the end of a chapter, but rather in the middle of an action scene. 
                        Bullet; Black When you have multiple characters, write about a character more suitable to your mood at that moment.
                        Bullet; Black You don't always have to write chronologically. Proper editing can fix a lot.
                        Bullet; Black Use music to get into the mood of whatever type of setting you're writing. 
                        Bullet; Black Find some friends or fellow-writers you can share your ideas and progress with. It might help you to keep you motivated.
                        Bullet; Black Chill out regularly. There's nothing as bad for your motivation as being stressed constantly. 

                        Creating characters

                        Good characters are about the most important thing in writing fiction. It's through their eyes you look at the world, and it's their progress that'll keep you interested in it for the long run. There are many types of characters (archetypes), and on top of that different mediums request a different way of creating characters. For example; a comic asks for a much more exaggerated visual representation of a character, than a novel does. So there isn't really one perfect way of writing a character.

                        There are however a few things universal that you might keep in mind. The first is to know as much as possible about the character. What does he/she like? What are his/her goals in life? You don't have to spill out all of this information into the story (nobody likes info dumps) but just knowing will help you a lot. See a character as a person; as your best friend. The more you know about this person, the easier it is to make this person believable. And even though your story might take place in a fictional universe, believably is very important if we want to relate to this character.

                        The second important thing is to ditch the Mary Sue character. Mary Sue is the nickname for a perfect character that has no flaws or whatsoever, most often being a perfect representation of the writer itself, or a cool character they want as a lover or want to hang around with. I think most writers have been guilty of having created one, for the reason that they're oddly satisfying to write. But as satisfying they might be to write about, just as hateful are they to read about, because we don't want to read about perfect people we can't relate with. We want to read about people with flaws, just like us, that struggle in one way or another to overcome them. Create imperfect characters, not perfect ones. It's a lot more rewarding.

                        The helpful stuff

                        Because we all know that's what you came for :la:

                        Here's some insight on characters and character dynamic.
                        There's a lot more, and a lot more depth to it as well, but I'll save that for some other time.
                        7 Types of Character to Use in Your Novel7 Types of Character to Use in Your Novel
                        Anybody Can Write a Novel
                        Chapter 3 “Characters” – Section 1 “Character Types”
                        With Links to Supplementary Material
                        If we're thinking of a story as a theatrical play, you now have a great many things ready for your production to begin. You have your setting (comprised of the Story-type, Timeline, and Maps
                        5 Tips for Establishing Character Voices5 Tips for Establishing Character Voices
                        Anybody Can Write a Novel
                        Chapter 7 “From Story to Art” – Section 9 “Speech and Voice”
                        With Links to Supplementary Material
                        After you finish your first draft in all of its rough, unpolished, corny, sappy, unorganized glory, you will likely note something rather disturbing about your characters. They all sound the same. And, upon further analysis, you may even discover that they all sound like you. Fear not! This is to be expected, and but another factor to be adjusted and improved in the many drafts to come.
                        Tip 1: Annotate how each character's speech pattern differs from your own.
                        When a child is young, it is often difficult to attribute them with much of a unique personality, so long as they are parroting everything their parents say. Similarly, separating a character's speech p
                        Character Creation Guide Pt 1 by SheeplyCharacter Creation Guide Pt 2 by SheeplyCharacter Creation Guide Pt 3 by SheeplyHow to Plot Character Arc by illuminara To Create a CharacterAre you starting a story? Do you have an incomplete, flawed, or no character at all? It's happened to me many times and in my struggles to perfect my creations, I have learned a few things. I present you with seven easy steps with a challenge each to get you thinking.
                        Grab a piece of paper and a pencil. Let's start…
                        Step 1: Past
                        When creating a character, you must first establish a past. Even a person with amnesia has a past, they just don't remember it. Pasts are important, they show what shaped the person and why they are the way they are today.
                        If your character has a scar, why? If they have amnesia, why? If they have a phobia of water, why?
                        Remember one thing: there is always a reason.
                        Challenge: Write a brief story (vignette) of your character's past to familiarize yourself with the way things were.
                        Step 2: Appearance
                        You may have a certain idea, a vague idea, or no idea at all as to how your character will look. First, think of their

                        Here are some (check)lists that can help you think about who your characters are.
                        Character Profile Form
                        Basic Statistics
                        Meaning of name:
                        Origin of name:
                        Blood type:
                        Sexual Orientation:
                        Current status:
                        Political Party:
                        Police/Criminal/Legal record:
                        Socioeconomic level as a child:
                        Socioeconomic level as an adult:
                        Birth date:
                        Birth place:
                        Current residence:
                        Past History
                        First Memory:
                        Most important childhood event that still affects him/her:
                        Other memories/events that still affects him/her and why/how:
                        Past failures s/he would be embarrassed to have people know about and why:
                        Biggest role model:
                        Biggest disillusions from childhood:
                        Physical Characteristics
                        Big-Ass Character Sheet (Updating)
                        Verse: (The universe your character belongs to. Can be original or fanfiction. [Ex: Original : The name of your book, movie, game or whatever. Fanfiction: Pokemon, Star Trek, Naruto, ect.)
                        Date: (The date this sheet was completed.)
                        Full Name: (Self explanatory)
                        Pronunciation: (Self explanatory)
                        Nickname/Alias: (Does your character have a pet name, fake identity, or any other thing they like to go by? Put it here.)
                        Meaning: ([Ex: Emily means "admiring" and William means "protector"] If you aren't sure your character's name has a meaning look it up, I'm sure you'll find something. If it's a fantasy name you made yourself, give it a meaning.)
                        Origin: (How did you come up with your character's name?)
                        Title: (Do have a title along with their name? [Ex: Sir, Captain, Ms.])
                        Pet Name: (What do other people call your character? [kid, squirt, babe, ect] May be insulting, endearing, or a combination of both. May have more than one, if other characters call them different things.
                        ID Number: (A num
                        Character Balance Meme by FyuvixCharacter Profile 2.0 by ElvenDeathMarchReaction Meme by Oh-Mrs-O

                        Other sources you might want to check out
                        Bullet; Black JosephBlakeParker has a whole gallery of tips and tricks on writing. 
                        Bullet; Black illuminara also has a whole folder dedicated to writing guides
                        Bullet; Black Dramatica offers quite the amount of theory on writing. Might be a little on the technical side, but certainly worth looking at
                        Bullet; Black The blog Men with pens offers some interesting articles on fiction writing. 
                        Bullet; Black The book Framed Ink provides quite a lot of info on visual/cinematic storytelling. It's more of use for comic/manga makers than novel writers, though.
                        Bullet; Black Stephen King's On writing
                        Bullet; Black And of course there's Pinterest, where there's a huge amount of free blog articles about writing collected in all kinds of folders

                        ... and I'm sure there are many, many more.

                        Please share your resources in the comments :dummy:

                        {No-one's POV}

                         [Y/N] sitting in the guild with Natsu, Gajeel, Lilly and Happy, then out of no-where a boom was heard from outside, all of the guild rushed outside so see no-one other than


                         The Dragon King himself, Acnologia [Y/N] was frozen, frozen in fear, shock, anger and also concern for his newly found guild mates.
                        ''ROARRRR'' Acnologia screamed out as a dragon's roar from the King himself echoed from him mouth, all of a sudden the guild.. it was.. turning into blackness no-one was there, just him and his Father.
                        ''W-w- whats going on!? D-dad what d-did you do?!'' [Y/N] stuttard slightly trembling he was floating in nothing only seeing his father.
                        ''Son, I have come to tell you, because you are the Dragon Prince, you have important stuff to do, and when I die, you become the Dragon king... and rule all dragons, and dragon slayers, but to do so... You, my son, must be my slayer and kill me when the time is right, when you can be King Of The Dragons and when you are strong enough to fight me.
                        Acnologia started to disappear, and whispered the words ''I love you, my dear Son'' As he drifted away.

                        ''WAIT PLEASE, FATHER. I-I love you to dad'' [Y/N] mumbled with a saddening look.
                        *Sighs* 'If only, if only I had control, my dad does care for things but, I guess when hes in dragon mode he can't, wait, I'm still floating, whats?, Whats going on?' He floated there for a moment before remembering when he first met Acnologia, and his life with him.

                        []FLASHBACK TIME[]

                         *Crying* all could be heard was the sobs of a poor boy, lost, with his parents gone, killed in front of him in fact he had no home, no friends, all he saw was death, and looked it strait in the face, seeing people die one by one on the attack of demons and monsters, he had a little sisters, he saw the one who was about 3 get trampled to death, her blood stain, still on his crying but now stolic face, he had no clue where his other sister went, she was his twin, same birthday but a minute later than him, she vanished without a trace, all he could do was walk until he died himself. 
                        ''Child, why are you wondering, what harm came your way?'' -Acnologia
                        ''....'' - [Y/N]
                        ''Answer me, I am Acnologia King of the Dragons!!'' - Acnologia
                        ''M-My family and friends where brutally murdered by Demons right in front of my very eyes'' -[Y/N]
                        ''Poor boy, your going to die out here'' -Acnologia
                        ''So what, my family is dead my friends are dead, my purpose died along with them, as did my soul, at this point death would be escape from my living hell'' -[Y/N]
                        ''My my, aren't you dark, say would you like to be my little Dragon Slayer, Thee Dragon Prince, and gain a new purpose, and young one, your soul never dies, its dwells within your heart, I can tell you are a strong one who wont give up until his goal is complete, headstrong and determined, and smart, come boy, be my Son'' -Acnologia
                        ''Son? Dragon Prince? Dragon Slayer?....New purpose? I can have a new purpose of living, and my soul, all I need to do is find it along with my heart right?  I accept'' -[Y/N] 
                        ''Good my boy come with me, I shall teach you Magic and show you the vast lands of the world'' -Acnologia
                        ''Okay, Dad hey can I call you King Dad, your a king, and my dad'' -[Y/N]

                        Acnologia patted [Y/N]'s head gently and nodded then they both went deep into the woods, Acnologia protecting his new found son and part of his . . . Heart 'This boy, this boy will one day kill me, but I can't help but feel happiness and love for him when my dear son smiles, I will one day fight to kill him, but I will not let harm come to him until so, I don't know if I can bring myself to kill him, but he will defeat me, I feel it, .  .  .  . I love... My son' Acnologia thought, though you couldn't tell, deep down, he smiled.

                        []FLASHBACK END[] 
                        [Y/N] awoke from his bed with a note on his lap.
                        'My son, I came to you in your dreams to inform you of that, but please do know, I do truly care for you my boy, my [Y/N] [L/N].
                        -King Dad'

                        [A/N: Okay super short but thats because I'm also thinking up storylines and something new, in the meantime enjoy, this will not E.N.DNatsu-y-gray-icon (get it, no? nvm) yet it will go on for a VERY long time]