Hostility Towards TerragenHostility Towards Terragen11 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Hostility towards the program terragen has always been present, and most likely, always will be. But let's get down to brass tacks. What is terragen? It's a 3d scenery generator. Right. There's no real Modelling process involved per se, and it looks and works completely different (to all means and purposes of the majority) to a 3d modelling application such as 3d studio max or Maya. It is comprised of a series of mostly numerical controls, and a few random generators based on numerical/slider inputs.
...this means, it's an easy program, and requires little or no effort to pull off good results.
Here's my favourite word of this article. WRONG.
The program is as deep as you want it to be, just as many other art orientated programs are. The quality of the results produced from it are proportional to the artists skill in using it. Just becau
Jeff the Killer x Chubby! Reader~~~Normal~~~Jeff the Killer x Chubby! Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Okay,” (y/f/n 1) said through a mouthful of popcorn “truth or dare?”
“Hmm,” you pondered it for a second “dare!”
“Pfft,” (y/f /n2) mumbled “wuss.”
You walked her in the back of the head “No it’s just that with you two I’ll probably end up showing all my fat to the neighborhood.”
She rubbed the back of her head “It’s not fat my sweet (y/n). It is extra fabulousness that can’t be held in.”
You rolled your (e/c) eyes “Sure. Okay so what’s the question (y/f/n 1).”
“Okay,” she took another handful of popcorn “if you had to choose between your crush or any other fictional creature who would you choose?”
“Oh uh,” you blushed hugging a pillow “w-well maybe uh –you mumbled- fictional.”
“What was that?” (y/f/n 1) asked “I couldn’t hear you.”
Moriarty-X-Reader: BulletproofCool, crisp air flowed through the trees. The last of the fall leaves floating to the dark earth. Grey clouds joined overhead and small white specks began to descend, like tiny angels flying down from heaven.Moriarty-X-Reader: Bulletproof2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You looked up from your World History test and smiled from behind the windows. Winter had come earlier than you'd thought. You quickly finished your test and sat back down to admire the snow. You rested your head in your hands and sighed through your nose. The warmth of your soft (f/c) scarf made you drowsy as you thought about all the goodies your mom would be making for the next few weeks and all the hot chocolate you would drink.
As you daydreamed into the falling white something stood out and caught your eye like a fish on a hook. A man stood across the road from your school. He wore a black suit with a crimson tie and a white shirt underneath. His hair was short, black, and smoothed back, his hands rested in the pockets of his dress pants. You stared at him and he stared righ
Meeting EveMeeting Eve10 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The alarm rang, its harsh shriek shattering Lucy's uneasy slumbers. Opening her eyes she glanced across at the numbers on the dial. Ten to nine. She read the clock face again. Still ten to nine. With an exhaled profanity she threw back the covers and jumped from the bed. Bare feet hitting cold stone. She glanced wildly around the room for any moderately clean garments and sighting a pair of semi-laddered tights and a black work dress draped rather forlornly over the door handle, she scrabbled to put them on. Glancing over to the clock again Lucy uttered another curse. She was going to be late. She'd have to tell them there was a bomb drill in her building. She wondered briefly if anyone would bother to check up. Probably not.
Once dressed, Lucy made her way into the kitchen, no longer feeling the need for urgency. If she was going to be late she might as well make the most of it.
The apartment was small but adequate; one bedroom, one kitchen and living area, a small bathroom with a sho
Gamzee x reader~ Undercover 1Gamzee x reader~ Undercover 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Gamzee x reader~ Undercover 1
You walked through the casino serving gamblers avoiding drunk pervs grabby hands. You handed a man a martini and looked across the room to see your partner Tavros shuffling cards he winked at you which meant he was signaling you.
You untied your apron, placed your tray on the bar and rang the little bell "Takin my break Roxxy." "Got it (Namey) be back i half an hour got it?" "Got it."
You headed over to Tav, he cleared the table of the players and put away the cards sitting on the stool as you pulled out one. "So uh,,,have any new information?" You shook your head "You know Kurloz doesn't open up to me much even if we are friends, how about you and Gamzee?" He chuckled "Same here it seems Fingers only talks to me and the bard you." You sigh Tavros always used the code names no matter what unless he Was talking to code named person.
Your name was (Name), codename (codename) your partner Tavros also known as "The bull" were on a important mission. You were s
Carl Grimes x Chubby!Reader (The Walking Dead)Run.Carl Grimes x Chubby!Reader (The Walking Dead)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
That single word rushed through your mind as you tried to escape those non living things that were currently groaning and moaning as they chased after you, a killing intent in their actions.
You were just barely 14 years old and you've been trying to survive the zombie apocalypse ever since it first started. You had (h/c) hair that was usually in a messy bun. Your once shiny (e/c) colored eyes now only held fear and fatigue. Your clothing consisted of an old brown tank top and a long sleeve jean jacket with shorts that stopped mid thigh and black combat boots. They were worn down and has tears on them from the poor condition of where you would stay at or when you were trying to escape the walkers. Your once chubby figure (although you still had some chunkiness on your bones) slimmed down lately, something that would've pleased you before but now it only screams at you that you haven't been eating. But all of that didn't matter.
All you ever
A Day Less OrdinaryA Day Less Ordinary12 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was a day just like any other day, insofar as it was not actually any other day than that one, but was probably closely related to most of the others. On this day quite like many other days but not actually another day, James Francis walked down the street with his friend Sally.
The day to him seemed to be like most others. The sky was blue, as it usually was, the grass as always looked green and he found that he could breathe the air and live. As he walked he was going to remark to Sally how nice this day quite like any other day actually was when, to the ordinary day's surprise, something changed.
James fell unconscious to the floor. This could have been an ordinary happening, if not a regular one. However, the circumstances of it were not ordinary. A bowl of petunias had miraculously popped into existence some 40 feet above where they landed on James's head. No one but the Petunias noticed the sudden appearance until five seconds later as they crashed into James's head, with what
As Long as You Smile (EridanXReader) FIXED(Eridan)As Long as You Smile (EridanXReader) FIXED2 years ago in Romance More Like This
She was back, sitting on the half-dry beach. Her eyes hardly left the ocean. I smiled slightly at myself, remembering when I had attempted to form a blackrom with her—at the time it was just an idiotic attempted to fill a quadrant; a pass that I regretted and the only rejection that I had actually been thankful to receive. She had been so stubborn about not leaving the beach the first time I saw her. I mistook the sheer will in her eyes for hatred. No troll I had ever met held a will like that. A few days passed before I asked her exactly what she was waiting for, speaking to her in a way that was sure to mirror what I had thought was hatred. She flashed me a devious smile and informed me she was waiting for Narwhalemom to come back and apologize. Immediately I suggested the blackrom. She was a land dweller and the sight of her would make my stomach feel uneasy. She laughed at me, cod I remembered that laugh well. It was anything but mocking and so care-free. She shook h
Rag Doll's DreamRag Doll's Dream11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I sit alone, forgotten
beneath a blanket of dust.
My head cocked to the side,
lint heart bleeding mistrust.
Someone will love me; someone will care.
Broken thoughts pieced together
with dirty twine
two black eyes look out, glossy sheen dulled
from the once onyx shine.
Someone will love me; someone will care.
A little black mouth stitched shut
into a twisted frown.
Filthy coil of limp hair
in a tangled grim crown
Someone will love me; someone will care.
Rusted needles pin my arms to my shoulders,
beetle black mary janes fading and worn.
Graying dress in shredded bits,
unraveling and torn.
Someone will love me; someone will care.
In darkness, eyes staring blindly
in silent screams of nightmare,
delirious, longing for warmth, a smiling face.
Happiness was never mine to share.
Someone will love me; someone will care.
If my lips were to speak, they'd break their
grimace to ask how, why
my world of sugarplums and fairytales
and pixie dust has gone so awry.
Sinful Sex?Sinful Sex?11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He lays me down & spreads me out on his bed.
He tells me he wants to relieve my stress & help me rest my head.
He runs his fingers through my hair & he kisses my lips,
He takes away the tension by playing with me below my hips.
As my legs are up high in the air,
I feel like I have no worries or cares.
He plays me so hard I let out a slight yell,
& I wonder if something this good will put me in hell.
Gentle Man at RestGentle Man at Rest11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stooped and haunted, the gentle man at rest
sleeps soundly, undisturbed, in Sunday best,
asleep ensconced in brittle timeless fire,
and seeking tryst with all of Man's desire.
This poet's words not pure enough to soothe,
nor sharply tainted, cause enough to bruise
the sleeping ego, neat and trim, inside
disrupted harmony - a vulture's pride.
The closed and hidden eye has seen it all,
and shouldered all necessity; to call
it living is to leave it all undone -
the vicious twist of life's true form has won.
Making TimeMaking Time12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Vacation with the Buxleys was unbearable. They were all about numbers. 197 miles to Scottsbluff. 24 minutes to the next Flying J. Barometric pressure is 29.1 and dropping. And they didn't just talk numbers; they brawled numbers. If any of the three Buxley machines - man, woman, or prepubescent - committed an error minute as a hundredth of a percent, it was the job of the other two to gang up on the mistaken party and chastise until all of their boxy foreheads were dewy with computational perspiration. This is why I hadn't said anything in 150 miles. 156, to be exact.
What started as a well-meant ploy by my mother to get me out of town for a week had now escalated into a hostage situation. I was perched in the backseat of a plasticky SUV with a strange family, afflicted with reading-in-the-car queasiness and a terminal no-rest-stop-for-300-miles bladder infection. My trip was spent staring absently out the window, pointedly avoiding any sort of dialogue with the Buxleys' ghastly, rabbit
Say That Again|2P!France X Chubby!ReaderSay That Again|2P!France X Chubby!Reader2 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Walking behind Francois, you silently entered the abandoned warehouse. Francois was supposed to collect his money a week ago and now he's mad to the fact that the man was trying to escape. One of Francois' members captured him and is now in the warehouse.
You started working for Francois Bonnefoy, who is a mafia boss, because you had recently quit your last job after how the staff called you 'fat', made funny of you and also pushing you around. One of your friends, Allen, told you to take the job as an assistant for a mafia boss which you refused. After failing to search for a job you agreed to become an assistant. The job wasn't hard as you expected it would. You only helped Francois with things and get a high amount of money each month. Sounds like a good deal. None of the members screwed with you and if they do, it's the end of their life.
Back to reality, Francois stopped in front of a man tied up on the chair. The man just smirk as Francois puts his cigar on his lips and lights it
Hetalia x Curvy!Chubby!Reader ~Modeling His Flag~ Intro:Hetalia x Curvy!Chubby!Reader ~Modeling His Flag~1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ah, a peacefully Saturday morning for (Y/n) a normal person who is always wanting nothing but bliss. You were sipping on some morning expresso coffee and reading a book until her phone rang.
"(Y/n) resident, this is (Y/n) speaking, How may I help you?" You said politely yet business like.
"Omg, like, you sound soo cute when you answer the phone (Y/n)!" The voice said on the other line. You smiled knowing that it was your best friend Poland calling you.
"Hey Poland how can I help you today?"
"WELL I just got some new clothes and stuff I want you to try out! And knowing that they are specifically in your size when they were made, I want YOU to come model them for me!" Poland said on the other line clearly excited and waiting for you to accept the offer. You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. It wasn't that you weren't comfortable with your body and trying on close but it was just that you would have to pack up your stuff and have to get a pl
Twitards Invade The EnterpriseTwitards Invade The Enterprise6 years ago in Humor More Like This
A/N: I dont own Star Trek or Twilight. Oh, and in the 24th Century all data on the Twilight movies have been lost so all the Twitards have to go on is the book series. As you can see, that leads to complications.
Data was on his way to the bridge when he bumped into a young woman. He stopped to see if the young woman was okay.
Are you all right? he asked.
The lady looked into his eyes with delight.
Golden eyes? she asked.
I am Lt. Commander-, Data began.
The woman continued inspecting him and interrupted Data before he could finish his sentence.
Sparkly skin that feels cold. Youre Edward Cullen! the woman exclaimed.
Data was confused, not knowing who this Edward Cullen was.
I am afraid that my name is Data, and I have no knowledge of an Edward Cullen.
Unfortunately, the young lady was not listening to him.
Oh my God! I cant believe that I met Edward
Surreptitious FutureSurreptitious Future11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Disturbed by a smack to the belly,
my bitter rain from the cloud unburdened
stains the bedroom carpet.
Rushed to clear the wasted future
breathing no more sensitively than a tree
my husband breaks the band of marriage -
leaves the deranged existence.
He will not consider mortal pain,
my desire to please the eager mother inside:
my body curls to join the life on the floor.
Of carved paper, and caved stomach,
the pretty baby no longer intact,
hot water called for and senseless oblivion -
drifts beyond the shaded soul of pencil grey.
LookingLooking11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
LOOKING WHERE I DAREN'T, SEEING WHAT I MUST
At least everything had been cleared out of the room by then.
All the forensic equipment and the evidence markers and the yellow tape, all the police and the government agents and the reporters—oh, the reporters and the endless questions they'd asked about everything in the room.
The room was silent, now, a dead chamber full of books and curiosities, statuary and bricabrac. Full of things but completely devoid of sound, of movement, of life.
The lighting remained the same, the colours, the textures, the smells. The lamps still glowed, the soft blue light still diffused from the huge tank of water that dominated one wall. The windows still admitted muted sunlight, the kind you found in old bookstores and antique shops. A warmth remained there, but it was distant, the warmth of something that had sat in the sun and had only just been brought into darkness. The scent of old things, the scent of time and dust and books, of wisdom