Hostility Towards TerragenHostility Towards Terragen10 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
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: Bulletproof8 months 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
Gamzee x reader~ Undercover 1Gamzee x reader~ Undercover 1 1 year 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
As Long as You Smile (EridanXReader) FIXED(Eridan)As Long as You Smile (EridanXReader) FIXED1 year 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
Carl Grimes x Chubby!Reader (The Walking Dead)Run.Carl Grimes x Chubby!Reader (The Walking Dead)6 months 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
Jeff the Killer x Chubby! Reader~~~Normal~~~Jeff the Killer x Chubby! Reader5 months 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.”
Sleep Talk [Tavros x Chubby!Reader]Sleep Talk [Tavros x Chubby!Reader]1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You’re name is _____ _____. A year ago you slipped into this session of the game, now being in a place called Alternia. Never did you expect a place like this to exist, same about the species that inhabited it. Trolls, as they called themselves.
For some reason you seemed to come off as pleasant to them and they accepted you. One of them actually let you stay with them, which was Tavros. Over time you really enjoyed his company. A troll named Karkat told you about the quadrants, which were slightly confusing. Eventually you got the hang of remembering them. Sadly, Tavros is your morial. And that’s sad because you have feelings for him, or what they would call a,”Flush crush.” Moirail is just another way of friendzoning.
Gog, he is adorable in your eyes. Everytime Vriska would make fun of him, you were always there to back him up. You’re very good at it, so she backs off each time. For some reason you j
Hetalia x Curvy!Chubby!Reader ~Modeling His Flag~ Intro:Hetalia x Curvy!Chubby!Reader ~Modeling His Flag~4 months 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
Meeting EveMeeting Eve9 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
The Book of Forum, number 1The Book of Forum, number 19 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The Forum According to Curran
Creation- or the First
In the beginning, there was nothing.
Then, there was more nothing.
Then there was someone's dog, but it went away really fast with our slipper.
And there then was still nothing.
Then there was a great blank stare.
The Great Blank Stare loomed over the blank, gray-green world and decided that something had to come. It took him three days. Well, we SAY it took three days, but who is to say what time is to the Great Blank Stare. To it, there was no day, par se. So let's just say it took a certain amount of time of random thoughts going in and out of its orange head for the decision to be made. Having decided, it then set to work creating the realm of Forum, and the many nations and inhabitants to populate it.
First were the Forums, many in number and layered like the frosting on a bundt cake. The Deviants realm, with its wild growth and cycle of life and death. The fiery and dangerous lands of Complaints, where only the stou
What I've Learned1. It doesn't matter how different something is, or whether or not you understand it - it deserves love, or if not love, at least respect. After all, we are all made of the same flesh, and we are all in this together.What I've Learned5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
2. Nothing in life is black and white - moderation is the key to almost everything. Perfection does not lie in the absolute, it lies in balance.
3. When it comes to adaption, the jack of all trades succeeds where the specialist fails. In the long run, it is usually better to be adequate in several things rather than become elite in only one - change is forever, and if your only lifeline is cut, you will have nowhere to go.
4. There is a saying that goes, 'Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it'. Few things are as true. Not learning from mistakes is one of the greatest sins. Open your eyes and your mind and see beyond what you think is true, for the open-minded are those who are blessed with the greatest knowledge.
5. Attachment invariably brings suff
PromI attended several soccer games. I paid money, I got looks for being out of place, and I drove the distance. Most games, I went to, were across Council Bluffs, but I went to one in Harlan. My grandparents live in Harlan, so it wasn't ALL for Lyndsey. I saw my grandparents for a couple of hours and headed off to watch a short game. I was more out of place at this game than I had been at any others. The team knew me and knew why I was there.Prom10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I headed back and went to more games that month. Prom was approaching and I obtained my tuxedo, one with long tales, got flowers/corsage, got the tickets, and then the day came. I borrowed my parents' 300 M and I picked her up. We met our friends where Prom was going to be held and met the limousine on time. We had to rent
dragdrag10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of anathematized eggheads, dead poets, uprooted saddle-tramps -
an eclectic shangri-la that impales itself upon her sensibilities
like a beached whale on her shore
And this cold, small man-
call him Animus Annihilated-
"You wanna see Heaven baby?, Here's your chance." -
An open invitation to cool her heels in
the shadow of his soul.
Hoodwinked by her own loathsome ideal
she ogles the out-side,
staring through the cigarette that drips from her mouth,
into her love's eye
AcidBreaking promises left and right.Acid7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All I ask baby, is for one more trip tonight.
Just enough to let me soar.
Just enough and never more.
Soon enough the colors change.
Watch the world rearrange.
My mind is like a caged bird set free.
Oh baby, why won't you look at me?
I know I hurt you, made a mess.
But oh baby, how could I turn down the rest?
This drug is like my antidote.
Like our love, so neatly wrote.
I tried baby, but I couldn't stop for you.
Our "love" just isn't true.
Nothing left worth fighting for.
All I wanted was a little more.
But that's okay baby, it was great.
I could have sworn you were my mate.
But it is alright.
I've already given up my fight.
So one more trip is all I ask.
Let me put on my colored mask.
Hide my face from prying eyes.
Wash away all my lies.
Now watch my body take eternal flight.
Watch me vanish into the night.
And when you find me long gone.
Be sure to remember our love song.
Such pretty lyrics for such a fake thing.
My god baby, you didn't realize what
Making TimeMaking Time11 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
Twitards Invade The EnterpriseA/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.Twitards Invade The Enterprise5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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
A Day Less OrdinaryA Day Less Ordinary11 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