The Llama Badge SongGive a llama,The Llama Badge Song3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics
Get a llama,
And maybe another little llama.
I have lots of badges,
I even got a cake.
But then I saw the way,
Of the llama badge.
I got a llama badge,
And it told a tale.
So now listen, for a little while,
About the llama badge.
Did you ever get a llama?
Or a super?
Or the albino llama?
Ninjas of llamas?
Is this how it's told now?
Is it all so gold?
Is it made of rainbows?
Now I am getting sad,
I've run out of badges.
Time for me to trade badges,
And level up.
Llama PoemLlama Poem3 years ago in Free Verse
Fellow Llama lovers,
When life gets you down,
Share a Llama with a stranger,
don't worry there's no danger.
Llama's hold the key to happiness,
with their fuzzy hair and camel-likeness.
Their pointy ears and toothy grins,
give in to the llama's its not a sin.
You know you can't resist,
that cute little face.
Share the love for the almighty Llama.
If You Give a Bitch A Llama...If you give a bitch a llama, she's going to ask for a fave.If You Give a Bitch A Llama...6 years ago in Short Stories
When you give her the fave, she'll probably ask you for a watch.
When she's finished being a whiny bitch, she'll ask you if you know anybody cool. Then she'll want to look through your friends to see if there's anyone she can bitch at.
When she looks through your friends, she might notice that all your friends are awesome.
So she'll probably ask you for a feature.
When you've given her a feature, she'll want you to tell her how awesome she is.
She'll start posting single word comments on everything you upload.
She might get carried away and fave every fucking thing in your gallery.
She may even end up devwatching all your friends as well!
When she's on her period, she'll probably start crying on moaning on your page for no reason.
You'll have to put up with that shit, because if you block her, she'll make an alternate account in order to piss you off some more.
She'll seep into your cyberworld, make herself comfortable and pis
Reasons to Give Out LlamasIt's a fellow deviant's birthdayReasons to Give Out Llamas3 years ago in Free Verse
You don't have points or PMs
But you want to make this special
So give a llama!
There's this beautiful thing in dA
When a deviant gives a llama,
And the receiver gives a llama.
Two words. Llama trade!
That deviation is nice.
That gallery is nice.
That llama is nice...
Show appreciation to your favorite deviants with llamas!
Whoa, that's a beautiful contest piece
Whoa, it's first place, too
However do I congratulate this deviant?
I know! Congratulate contest winners with llamas!
Oh, I'm really glad that someone liked my work.
Oh, he/she left a fav too?
AND A WATCH?
Return the favor with a llama!
I can't believe that my work is that nice
That someone said it's fit for a DD!
Someone suggested your work as a daily deviation?
Send all your watchers to send out llamas!
Oh my gosh!
Someone featured your work as a daily deviation?
Send all your watchers to practically
Flood his/her computer with llama badges!
Wow, that DD was fab.
Better check my messages.
To The English LanguageThoughts grow heavy,To The English Language5 years ago in Free Verse
Twisted by the prostitution of your vowels:
A dime for an 'o' a penny for an 'e',
And the price of your soul?
It's worthless, now.
You have broken the cadence of meter
And iambs, stressed and unstressed alike
Drift away. The old you was sweeter
Carefully measured, each syllable laden
With beauty and grace.
Have you enjoyed this desecration,
The slaying of mother tongue,
The ravishment of metaphor?
You, the English language, have become a whore.
Wolf HideHe called me pretty boy when I first came here. Now he calls me trash, if he calls me anything at all.Wolf Hide3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"Hey trash, pick this up for me."
It didn't even start out as a joke, as if he'd been saying it all along. It didn't bustle merrily across stage, as if it had been sitting in the wings, waiting for its inevitable appearance. It was thrown, like a heckler's open disdain.
Pretty boy became someone else, belonged to someone else.
What was I supposed to think of that? Some bastard boy with more hair on his legs than his face was the same bastard boy I had once been to someone else, when I'd first appeared on the scene.
I had tried to ignore the signs; he had seen them, and acted swiftly.
Just like I'd been tender, and the first pain had been tender, here was an ache that carried still that tenderness - it was a killing ache, but one devoid of love as the ones before it had not been.
Now here in my place was another soft, sweet tender ache for him. The ha
Long Story ShortYou are...Long Story Short5 years ago in Free Verse
great at everything you do
boyfriend && girlfriend
really miss you
really love you
really want to be with you
really am happy you're in my life
really want to talk to you more
really want you to be mine forever
long story short?
i love you
Canada X Reader - HeroThat was the last straw. You lost your little sister, Sarah, in a car crash after her 6th birthday last March. Your little brother, Leonard (he preferred being called Leo, though) was paralyzed for life in the same accident you lost Sarah and he had been suffering since March 13th when he lost his sister. You were devastated when your eleven year old crippled brother spazzed as the...the...monster inside him stunned his brain and blasted it to bits, rendering him unable to blink and breathe; thus he suffocated to death. Your father was a Spanish man fighting for the American army over in Afghanistan, due to come home anyday now. How would he feel if he came home to only one child of three left? He had been gone for only a year and in that one year, lost two children. Your mother was sobbing uncontrolably on the wooden table in your kitchen.Canada X Reader - Hero4 years ago in Romance
You rolled your eyes as you walked over to the fridge and pulled out leftovers from Saturday night's dinner. She wouldn't even get up to coo
graduation speechGraduation Speechgraduation speech8 years ago in General Non-Fiction
Good evening, everyone.
Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about.
So, following the wise words of Oscar Wilde, I wont talk about how tonight is probably the last night the class will be together, or how this is the last time many of us will see each other. I wont talk about how finally we are being thrown out from our cozy, comfortable lives into the shiny new world, to start fending for ourselves (to a degree) and to discover our own identities.
Instead, I will start by talking about llamas.
Llamas are those adorable camelids from South America. They are furry and slightly disproportionate quadrupeds, and some of the most important animals for people in the Andes. Their fur is used for fabrics and they work as pack animals. Thousands were used to bring down meta
8 Tips for Having Your Story Critiqued8 Tips for Having Your Story Critiqued8 Tips for Having Your Story Critiqued9 months ago in Reviews & Guides
Today I want to talk about the critiquing process—mainly, how to prepare for and deal with another person test-reading your story. With these suggestions, I hope to prepare writers for critiques of multiple calibers, how to interpret them, how to deal with the person giving the critique, and how to handle the suggestions that are given. It sounds simple but it may, in fact, be the most difficult part of the writing process to learn. But remember, I have faith in you, or I would not be writing this!
Tip 1: Remember that the critic is your best friend.
No matter if you are dealing with a very lousy critic or a great one, remember that they are spending their time—usually for free—just to help you with your story. That requires time, effort, and energy—and only someone with a great deal of kindness will bother expending what is required to read your story.
Tip 2: Remember that drafts 1-3 are going to suck.
Yes, it may be th
His Butler, LoyalI ask you this question, just this one,His Butler, Loyal5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
is watching me suffer really that fun?
Is your heart really that freezing cold,
sadness and hate you have a tight hold.
I ask you this for I wonder why,
you just don't kill me, just let me die.
I know if you were to it would be bad,
without my soul, you'd probably be sad.
Its sick humor that makes me laugh,
and the happiness in it isn't even half.
I know how much you want, you desire,
the want inside of you grows like fire.
I can see it in your red eyes,
they hide no lies.
You make me laugh bocchan, you really do,
you think you understand, but you don't have a clue.
I apologize if I sound like a jerk,
but seriously, your act makes me smirk.
You ask If I enjoy watching you suffer,
if I enjoy making your life rougher.
The answer is simple yet complicated,
you're correct about my desire, as you had stated.
It is a strong one, yes, but you believe that is why,
I don't leave you, that I don't let you die?
My lord, it is m
I Am A GirlI am a girl.I Am A Girl4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Boys do not define me.
I am as strong as a thunderbird,
Golden winds flapping above the savage sea.
Waves rise from the ocean and reach high,
Stretching icy fingers that catch.
Soaring high to defy,
The deadly waves, unscathed.
I am a woman- stubborn as a goat.
Men do not rule society.
We stand as proud oaks,
Living amongst the maples in equality.
Long limbs stretch wide,
Mingling and interweaving.
Lives intertwined, never to divide,
With love strong and sincere, undying.
I am a girl.
Boys do not define me.
I am as strong as a thunderbird,
Golden winds flapping above the savage sea.
Japan X Reader- Anime Pick Up LinesJapan X Reader- Anime Pick Up Lines1 year ago in Romance
Japan X Reader- Anime Pick Up Lines
A/N- Yep… you bet… XD
I couldn’t help myself and it kinda seems what Japan would do… KINDA.
Warning- Kinda dirty references here. X’D ...More like really. XD I regret nothing. Absolutely nothing. X'D
Alfred was going over to Kiku’s for a surprise visit. Without even knocking or alerting Kiku to his presence, he entered Kiku’s Japanese styled house and stalked through the halls. Expecting nothing to be out of the ordinary, he was shocked when he heard two laughs, followed by a light masculine and Japanese accented voice.
“Hai, Hai. Ret’s see… Ah, I’ve got one! ‘You’re the only dirty thing I rike.’ Can you guess?” A feminine chuckle bounced off the walls and entered Alfred’s ears as he stopped walking
The Boneyard Glows But You Are Still HereIf there are ghosts in my bedThe Boneyard Glows But You Are Still Here2 years ago in Free Verse
I want to feel them.
Clammy hands grasping my
shoulders; shuddering fingertips
reaching out as
molten light drips
from their tombstones.
Phantom arms embrace,
the small space between
you and I, it is there that
I struggle to breathe.
Our Sunday morning is
full of glass, paint chips
and ethereal confessions.
I have found that
there is not enough of me
and much too much of you.
after 11.3.11after 11.3.115 years ago in Haiku & Eastern
konayuki ni machi wo kudakeru tunami kana
amidst powder snow
the tsunami pulverizes cities
nagasareta itta koto nai dai ni kokyou
my second homeland
which I have never been.
namida kake choushoku ue ni bibishi nyuusu
above breakfast served with teardrops-
mizubana ya tomo no anpi wo tazunetari
I inquire of my friends' safety.
taichishin haiku sensei ha henji nashi
haiku sensei does not respond.
2p!Canada X Reader- Soft Spot2p!Canada X Reader- Soft Spot1 year ago in Humor
2p!Canada X Reader- Soft Spot
A/N- Some cussing. Deal with it. It’s 2p!Canada. What do you expect? Rainbow unicorns shtting rainbows? NOPE. XD
The door slammed open and closed, your boyfriend’s trademark heavy boots slamming against the wooden floors of his- er, I mean both of yours cabin. You looked up from the TV as the angry Canadian marched into the room, holding his bloody hockey stick. He was all bloody, probably from hunting poachers, as well as his pet polar bear, Kumajirou. You could barely see the blood stains on his red flannel shirt, but otherwise, you could see the blood in his soft, golden wavy locks, on his fair skin, ripped jeans, and his boots. You sighed, shaking your head.
“Gimme your weapons and get yourself cleaned up, Mr. Bloody,” you said, rising from your spot and striding swiftly over to him. He only g
Nobody's FaultA Bleach HitsuKarin fanficNobody's Fault2 years ago in Free Verse
Bold Italics=Hyōrinmaru talking to Toshiro
Bold=Toshiro talking to Hyōrinmaru
Toshiro flew as quickly and as smoothly as he could in his bankai form towards the direction he knew the Kurosaki family's house was located. He knew their father was a doctor so he would be able to help the young teenage girl in his arms. He glanced down at her bloodless face that with her black hair framing her face, made her look like that Snow White woman he heard about.
Toshiro's mouth, which was usually a frown, turned into a straight line as his eyes closed tight in pain. It was his fault, his fault that his friend Karin ended up this way. It would be his fault if she dies, and then Ichigo would end his life, and he wouldn't blame the boy at all.
Once he got to the Kurosaki residence, he quickly released his bankai and entered his gigai, for this is where he was when he felt the holl
First and Forever Valentine~First and Forever Valentine~First and Forever Valentine4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Emerald fields stretch into hazy skies,
Like blurry colors in a painter's mind.
Gentle winds caress the grassy rise
As through your hair my fingers twine.
You are my first; my last; my forever.
I'll be content as long as you're here.
And nothing in this world will ever...
Separate the love we share.
Even among all this Valentine's drama;
You will always be mine, my darling llama.
Russia X Reader- I PromiseRussia X Reader- I Promise1 year ago in Short Stories
Russia X Reader- I Promise
A/N- Inspiration decided to hit me in the face… twice… both involving Russia. XD Have some Russia.
In case you’re wondering, yes, I am working on other fics, but, I’m playing… Hetagames. XD BLAME IT ON THE GAMES. *coughs* I was also playing around with some new programs I got. *cough ends* OKAY, ONWARD TO WRITING. (Because I barely got a chance to write when the internet went out since all my writing is on Google Drive.)
A Russian male sat out in the snow, twirling a wilting sunflower, absentmindedly staring out into the snow with dull, light violet orbs. A light wind blew, causing the Russian’s light beige blonde hair to wave lightly. Four figures stood a good distance away, looking worriedly at the Russian. One figure, slightly taller than the rest, sighed and kicked the snow underneath his boot clad feet
Denmark X Reader ~ Dragonborn [contest entry]Denmark X Reader ~ Dragonborn [contest entry]2 years ago in Short Stories
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You sat on a log, staring at the campfire in front of you. It was a late night and the beautiful full moon illuminated the sky. The flames looked like very lonely spots of light against the dark forest. From somewhere far away you could hear some unlucky deer’s shrieks of pain as a wolf tore it apart. A light breeze waved your hair. A perfect silence, how lovely.
You leaned back and lifted your gaze high up to the stars. You felt like every one of them was watching you.
Wish me luck, you said to them.
The silence was broken by the gritting of shoes, and the sound kept coming closer. “_______, are you ready to go? Berwald sharpened your sword and Tino made you more arrows”, said the tall Viking who sat down next to you. His blonde hair looked like it tried to reach to the stars… or actually to everywh
Imagine Dragons Challenge!Every night we’ll fight the demons, bleeding out until it’s time for you to leave me. We’ll ready aim fire away until there’s nothing left to say, and then we’ll drive all the way to Amsterdam. When we get there, we’ll stop on the rocks and stare at the clouds, all eyes, as the stars fade and fall into the pit.Imagine Dragons Challenge!2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Emma Selene, you make me feel radioactive, like the pantomime across the river in Tokyo. I need a minute to look how far we’ve come, because I feel so uptight tonight.
I’m the underdog, but I don’t mind. I’ll tiptoe to my destination because it’s my fault you’re gone. Whenever I’m with you, I feel on top of the world, so please, just hear me out: at the moment we’re going round and round in a cycle of pain, but you wait ‘til we’re older when we’ve broken this curse. We’ve fallen in the rain, so cover up and get back on your feet again, my love. I’m just a working man