The AuthorWriters paint pictures that painters can't.The Author11 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Dear deviantART: Free The AuthorDear deviantART: Free The Author4 months ago in Emotional More Like This
In a world as colorful, diverse, unique and beautiful as it is today, I’ve learned through my 10 months on this website that many people enjoy expressing themselves in many different ways when it comes to art.
Whether it be through romance, nature, darkness, light or everything else there is to express with, it becomes even more interesting when I see the people express themselves with so many different mediums.
Myself? I enjoy expressing my artistic abilities through many mediums: Digital art, poetry, but most avidly, the xReader fandoms. Avengers, Sherlock, Free!, Shingeki no Kyojin and many, many others.
99% of my stories are romantic. I love to write romance, though I usually don’t take it much further than a little something like a sweet little kiss, the beginning of a new relationship, a baby being born, or occasionally, the odd sexual innuendo. Once, I tried writing a lemon. However it didn’t work out very well, and I decided to remove it for personal reasons.
I Dare You To Read This [Author x Reader]I Dare You To Read ThisI Dare You To Read This [Author x Reader]7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
[Author x Reader]
I dare you to read this all the way through. You’ll get a prize at the end. I promise. Just read this all the way through. You don’t need to be embarrassed! It’s just you and me here, and I won’t make fun of you – I swear. Trust me, I’m in no position to be doing that.
Can I start?
Okay, I’m going to.
I’m going to start by saying that you are [Full Name]. You are, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You are [Full Name], and there’s not another [Full Name] on anywhere else.
Don’t take that literally.
Of course, there are probably tons of people with the same first name, maybe a handful of people with the same full name. However, those [Full Name] s, are not the same [Full Name] as you. The [Nick Name] – is it alright if I call you that? Or rather the [Preferred Alias] reading this, is different from, may
Tragic AuthorI’m looking forward to being a tragic authorTragic Author2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I’ll sit on a cloud with no silver lining
And become the male equivalent of a spinster
With words as my spouse and books as my offspring
At least then it is I who will control the outcome
For the lives of my heroes and heroines
And since I’ll not be afforded a happy ending
The least I can do is to give one to them
The Lord said ‘no’ to my happily ever after
Perhaps to inspire my imagination
A hollowed out heart is an ideal home after all
For my mind’s perpetual inspiration
I’m looking forward to being a tragic author
I’m such a devoted, hopeless romantic
Devoted in the sense I should have been committed
And hopeless as I took our love for granted
I dare you to keep the anguish and torment coming
As it will serve to inspire my greatest work
Assuming my heart pumps love more efficiently than pain
And my mind can refrain from going berserk
Now I sit in frustration with my parchment paper
The ink o
Nightmare (KarkatxReader)"Kitkat..."Nightmare (KarkatxReader)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Karkat straightened at the sound of you muttering from the doorway. His grey hands slowed their typing, but he grummbled to himself and looked over his shoulder, only to find you rubbing your eyes, your body hunched due to your grogginess. He sighed and snapped,"What is it, (Name)?"
You lowered your hands from your face. Resting a hand against the doorway to make sure you didn't fall due to your fatigue, you replied,"I... I had a nightmare."
The troll let out a groan as he turned his attention back to the computer. The keys clicked repeatedly, giving you the assumption that he was either attempting to hack or chatting to a friend of his. "It's what you get," he said irritably,"You're the one who chose to not sleep in a recuperacoon."
It was a couple of minutes filled with nothing but the clack clack clack of the keys. Karkat could tell you hadn't gone back to your room. You were just standing there, watching. Like you were waiting for something. He groaned again.
Draco Malfoy X Reader Part 1 - Friends? You walked along the halls of Hogwarts at night all the time. You never got caught because Snape was always the one to find you and since you were, other than Draco, his favorite student, he never cared. Why you wondered the halls were a mystery, even to yourself, it just felt nice to have alone time with yourself because Zabini or Pansy were always by your side and you couldn’t ever get away from the two.Draco Malfoy X Reader Part 1 - Friends?2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You loved being alone but the only time you got it was at night. Blaise nor Pansy ever dared to break the rules which made you even a better Slytherin then them so it gives you a better chance with Draco, but with only probably 5%. Malfoy loved girls that were high superior Slytherin’s to surround him other than the one’s like you.
You were born from actual Gryffindor family line, at least one side Gryffindor. Your father was muggle-born so the huge family line came from your mother. Your gre
Delightful Company~ Author!EnglandxReader~ 1.Arthur glanced up and out the cafe window, silently watching the meandering crowd of people and the way they milled around shops in inpenetrable throngs. As far as he was concerned he didn't really want to speak to anyone in the entire world at all, emerald eyes focusing back on the laptop in front of him. Of course he preferred writing by hand, but certain measures had been called for and he had been reduced to using such things as the internet to help him work better. The Englishman remarked to himself that he'd never even realised how far the world had moved on without him, and for once he actually did understand why Alfred thought him 'behind the times' as it were.Delightful Company~ Author!EnglandxReader~ 1.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Giving a somewhat satisfied smile after reading over his work, the gentleman then reached out a slender hand and picked up his cup of Earl Grey. Tendrils of steam had been winding their way through the air, permeated with the scent of cake and freshly baked bread, but that was evidently a long time ago. The
Fairytale (Gamzee x Reader Songfic)This is my first Homestuck fanfiction, so I'm sorry if it kinda sucks! I also apologize if Gamzee's out of character. Anyway, the song this is based off of is called "Fairytale" by Alexander Rybak. Enjoy!<3Fairytale (Gamzee x Reader Songfic)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Years ago, when I was younger, I kinda liked a girl I knew.
Two young trolls were laughing happily as they chased one another on the shore of a beach. The smaller of the pair, the girl, smirked at her comrade and said over her shoulder,"Just try and get me, Gam!"
The indigoblood snickered and picked up his pace. He had been going slower, knowing that his lanky legs could easily carry him farther than her short ones. Quickly catching up to her, he smirked and picked her up, retorting,"Motherfuckin' gotcha, sis!"
The girl giggled and requested to be put down. Once her feet met the soft sand again, she grinned up at her Juggalo friend and said,"I guess you beat me."
Gamzee chuckled and ruffled her hair fondly. The way she looked when she grinned was so adorable, he co
Control your emotions 10Discl: Naruto is property of Masashi KishimotoControl your emotions 104 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A seven-year-old boy with scars on his cheeks stood in the middle of the street, glaring head-on right back at the people who gave him dirty looks. Some people spit in his direction, though the saliva would never be able to cross such a distance anyway. Women guided their children away from him, whispering things like, "Don't look at him" and "If I ever catch you with that boy you'll be grounded for a month".
The child raised his fists, shouting, "I'm not a demon! Anyone who calls me a demon again GOES DOWN!"
It was the first time he had said such a thing, and he could tell it surprised the people surrounding him. But he was fed up with being silent and letting them do as they pleased. He'd tried that, and they only treated him worse.
"What a smug child."
"He should be locked up."
"THAT'S IT!" the blonde boy screamed,
Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:Overcome your Writer's Block2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant and brown
I threw in Jay Sean and he went down down down
But I digress and let me wind back
If you focus on the dot then the screen will turn black
and a screamer pops out, you've had a really good fright
are my metaphors putting up a really good fight?
Let me put it simply, in english plain:
A good writer isn't one who forces his brain
Order and stru
The Author and Alice.I swear that I try though even my best work is insufficient. No matter how bright and magical those thoughts are that dance around my brain, I am never fully capable to portray them to you. Not faithfully anyhow. I solely wish that I could, for these ideas of mine are so precious that they fill me with a pure sensation of happiness and glee. They dance around my mind with all their might. But for now, knowing that you love and appreciate the poor relocation of these living dreams is enough. I thank and love you for it, despite my incompetence and inability to fully comprehend what you find so great about whatever it is that I produce but just for you I enclose this:The Author and Alice.3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Falling through the hole,
A sweet little girl is lost,
Gone to Wonderland.
Looking for freedom,
She is searching for herself,
With unlikely friends.
Questions are sparked,
Wondering through Wonderland,
Who's this little girl?
She's finding herself,
In the most unlikely place,
She has freed herself.
It's time to leave now,
Draco Malfoy X Reader Part 2 - Friends? You walked around the halls to find Hagrid’s Hut. Once you saw it you saw Malfoy standing out there shuffling his feet. Once you left the halls to the outside he was gone, into the Forbidden Forest. You followed him but once he stopped you caught up to him and saw a pretty set up with candles. It smelled great but, was it necessary? You looked at Malfoy, his face was pink and he had started shuffling his feet again with a smile. He said, “You like it? I… thought you would…” You smiled with a small laugh.Draco Malfoy X Reader Part 2 - Friends?2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The two of you sat near the candles in your regular robes. The two of you talked about random things and how things were like. Malfoy soon laid down and said, “How do think?” You didn’t understand at first until Draco said, “The stars are what I meant…” You blushed and said, “They make me think of… a lot of things.” You looked up at them and laid dow
Herobrine X Reader - Part 1 You turned on your computer to play Minecraft. You loved the game dearly, but you never had the best luck in it. You always ended up getting haunted Herobrine. You turned it on hoping to have a good game for once. You had perfect luck! You ended up spawning in a HOUSE, a completely built house. It was lit completely by... red stone torches. You liked it, but you didn't feel right in it. You looked around the house and saw everything you needed. A bed, some red stone torches, a furnace, crafting table, enchantment table, and food in a chest. Another chest was in the far corner, near a small window. You went over to the chest when you saw glowing eyes pass the window.Herobrine X Reader - Part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
You jumped but, you opened the chest and saw the ultimate jackpot. 5x diamond armor, sword, pick axe, axe, garden hoe, and shovel. This was impossible! But... you took everything and left. You exited the door to hear a laugh but continued your walk out to the Minec
PrussiaxReader-Office Romance 1 "Hi~!" said a cheery girl sitting at the front desk as you entered the huge building, nervously fingering the thin strap of your purse with one hand and clutching a manila folder with your other one. You approached the girl, who had beautiful long almond-colored hair, large green eyes, and a pink flower tucked behind her ear. She smiled kindly at you. "What can I do for you?" You noticed she had a bit of an accent that was foreign to you.PrussiaxReader-Office Romance 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
You cleared you throat, trying to keep the wavering out of your voice. "Um, my name's _____ _____...I'm here for the job interview." Your voice rose at the end of the statement, making it sound like you were asking a question.
The girl's eyes lit up excitedly. "Oh, hello,_______! We heard you would be coming. Here, I'll call up to Mr. Carriedo's office.&
The Avatar StateThe Avatar State:The Avatar State3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just as there are four elements
Existing in harmony with one another
So too are there four states of poetry:
Air is the element of freedom
Exemplified by the use of free verse
It has no structure and no true shape
But allows us creative control
Through the use of air as a poetic medium
We allow our emotions a freedom to be
We allow them to soar upon worded wings
Gliding freely through the skies of literature
Water is the element of the changing flow
It can be hard as ice or as soft as snow.
Its nature resembles the power of rhyme
Which grants us order and a structured mind
By pushing and pulling the words we may-
create a picture of what we wish to say
Painted upon a canvas of emotional lines
We create a sculpture of structured rhymes
Earth is uncomprising
Craggy on the whole, it resembles the concrete
Like the craggy mountains with peaks and valleys
It can take us down
A creative alley. For rock resembl
Attention to Detail (EridanxReader)It was a peaceful, summer day. The cool breeze blowing lazily across the terrain signaled that fall was about to arrive, and made the girl sitting on the beach shiver lightly at the contrasting temperatures of the stuffy air and chilly gust. Said human ignored it, however, for her mind was attentive to the task she was currently tending to.Attention to Detail (EridanxReader)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A sharpened pencil scratched against the page of a sketchbook. The (s/c) hand clutching it carefully outlined the defined face of a troll -a close friend of her's-, and cautiously shaded the appropriate places according to the lighting source she chose prior to starting the particular pencil work. Following the jawline, it led to a pair of large fins on the side of his face, and further to spiked hair and bent horns. She repeated the process of darkening places here and there, fixing places' anatomy, and smiled to herself. The girl dusted the paper off before holding it in front of her to inspect.
The finished product made her smile widen into a too