Khezu Ecology, Meow.Khezu Ecology, Meow.7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Salutations, I am Xglide, felyne scribe, meow. I journey the terrains of Minegarde in search of stories written by nature, nya. Many of these call to me, my most recent one has taken me to three places, none of which I am at now, nya nya. I am in a land charred with what looks like claws, not by fire but by lightning, the ground burned by acid, and the pools seeping with poison, mya. I talk of the swamp, purr. But similar signs have spoken to me from the mountains, though its snow muffled most of the cries, nya. In its own darkness it relies on its sense of small to live, nya. The cry of the Blind Wyvern, the Blind Lightning, the Khezu, calls to me, purr.
Basic Information: Khezu are wyverns of the dark, blind. They live in their own darkness. Mostly inhabiting the jungle near Kokoto, the snowy mountains near Pokke, and in swamps, they rely on their powerful nose for survival. Called the Blind Lightning, they can defend and attack themselves
How To Become Successful on deviantARTHow to Become Successful on deviantART!How To Become Successful on deviantART3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
After studying other deviants and their submissions, I have compiled a short article on how to become successful on deviantART. Everything you need to know to become a success is listed in this deviation.
(NOTE: If you find any of these steps unorthodox or unusual...don't do 'em!)
The Three "Gets" of deviantART!
Step 1: Get Friends
This is a no brainer, and also the most important rule on any artwork/social networking site! You aren't going to get famous as a nobody. You need some friends to help get you started.
Step 2: Get Ideas
Passion is what motivates you to create, to draw, to write, to do anything and everything on dA. It is important to have passion...and what better way to do that than get ideas from others or from that creative mass in your head you call your brain! Ideas are meant for inspiration. Look at other successful artists (Not necessarily on deviantART) and see their methods, and this will help you with inspiration.
Kushala Vs. Rathian NarrationKushala Vs. Rathian Narration7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The Battle of Yin and Yang</i>
Salutation, the name is Xglide, felyne scribe, nya nya. Ever since the day I saw the fight between the rathalos and the tigrex in the mountain, Ive been interested in these wyvern fights, and even more interested with writing Monster Ecologies. I still have the scales from the rathalos/ tigrex [depending on the ending you chose], nya. Anyways, this story is about another fight, the battle of Ying and Yang, wyvern and dragon, fire and ice, earth and sky, meow. The picture above was drawn by a good friend of mine, a melynx artist Terekjet, who also drew a picture for the rathalos and tigrex fight I mentioned earlier, nya nya. For the concernment of others, I was not hurt just shaken by the fact that I have seen this epic battle, meow. This battle occurred in the afternoon and lasted for quite a while, nya. And thus the story begins.
After having written down the ecology of the
2p!EnglandxReader - Part 32p!EnglandxReader - Part 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ohh Owwww .." You moan painfully as you regain consciousness. The pounding in your head simply won't seem to stop, as well as your throbbing soar throat.
"Well, look who has finally come too~" You can hear a voice in the same room. Even though your vision refuses to clear and the room is only dimly lit, you can tell without hesitation that it is his voice.
Your eyes are only the slightest bit open. You refuse to utter a single word until you have full knowledge of exactly where you are and what the situation is. England seems to understand that you will keep silent, so he speaks up once again.
"Calling, calling, amber skies, won't you please open your eyes~?" Iggy sings to you as if singing a lullaby. His whisper is closeyou assume he is sitting or standing directly in front of you.
You force your eyes to widen until you can see clearly enough inside this ominous place. The very first
Barboara da loverly hoarsBarboara da loverly hoars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once upon a time there was a hoarse. This hoarses' name was Barboara Sproud. Barboara was a very pretty hoarse who liked to trot around in her Sunday lingerie everyday, lived in London.
On the house that she lived on, she lived to race to the elevator and go up top the building so show her very smexy hoarse bod for all to see! But Balto the pineapple didn't like her and called Barboara a whoarse! Which is uh...fruit slang for prostitute. Barboara was so mad that Balto would call her such a not nice word!
"Naay, Balto Naay!"
She whinnied as she leaped off the building to confront the pineapple. But what didn't ocur to Barboara was that hoarses don't fly. So she broked her legs and a week later was turned into glue. And Balto was turned into a smoothie. So the moral is that all hoarses are whoarse.
Finale: Reunion.Finale: Reunion.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I have to make a phone call to the gym!" Roy yelled as his voice was drowned by the helicopter departing nearby.
Roy and Mae had just arrived in Sootopolis city. The wealthy young man had to arrange a private flight for them to travel in the city as it was impossible to reach the isolated island by other means of transportation besides water related ones.
The blustering wind played roughly with Mae's dark shoulder length hair which was thrown into a messy, yet presentable bun. It caused her to drop her purse as she quickly tried to hold her hair in place. She had spent a great amount of time making sure it looked nice for her meeting with Nero and didn't want even a strand out of its' place.
"Okay! Let's go inside!" she cried out. He waved his hand in the air dismissing what she had said. She rolled her large black eyes and dragged her belongings inside the building. A tall, lean male in a dark suit stopped her in her tracks and offered to assist with her the luggage.
The winter's huntThe winter's hunt4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The snow picks up speed,
Whipping chilling fingers quickly,
That rake the land's green pelt and any in the way.
So many travel as one,
And the wind shouts loudly,
Calling forth the weak and the meek.
To the ice,
They wander in confusion,
Met by teeth of darling silver and white.
So many remain,
Yet even then the storm strikes,
And thin down the numbers thrust ice.
With one little pup,
Whose fate was life to the snow,
As large round eyes close one last time.
As the saying goes,
Only the strong survive,
Yet in a land of ice so few remain.
Winter's chill dances on bones,
And even the strong are drained,
As their final night draws to a close.
The snow picks up,
And without a voice to know,
The winter lets out a final howl to the moon.
His Butler, SorrowHis Butler, Sorrow4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Finally, it is finished. Ciel Phantomhive expels a great sigh of relief as his head falls into his hands. The paper work is done and in many neat piles atop his desk all ready to be mailed back to their original owners. Beside him sits his butler, a loyal demon who happily flicks the very last of the paperwork into its designated spot atop the oak surface. His eyes shift down to the mentally exhausted earl beside him. Smiling he ruffles the young boy's hair, "See? That wasn't so bad."
A tiny glare greets him, "Not so bad? Are you daft? That was three days of paperwork! How in any way was it not so bad?"
Sebastian chuckles, kissing Ciel gently on the cheek, "You were there, that's good enough for me."
Rolling his eyes slightly Ciel sits upright, surveying the masses of paper before him, "Well I suppose we can mail it all out tomorrow, and by we I mean you."
"Of course, my lord." His eyes scan the desk one last time in search of any bits they missed so they may retire for the evenin
Wings Of FireWings Of Fire3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wings Of Fire
Send me off to the fiery abyss
Free me from life's grip
Morals have been tortured
Strengths have been reversed
Desires have been submersed
I plead for you to pass the torch
Hand over the destiny I've been waiting for
Let me finish off this unbearable dirge
Weep not for singed sins
Leave behind the memories
Mourn not for scarred skin
Forgive every tragedy
Set ablaze that darkness within
Grasp onto serenity
Fuel the flame for the ending
Cling onto clarity
There's peace after pain
Calm can engulf chaos
There's love behind hate
Freedom masks weakness
I've abandoned every promise
I couldn't complete what was said
My hope cannot rise from the ashes
Please, do not follow my footprints of flame
They only lead down a path where infernos cascade
There is no honorable life or even death for what I became
Consume this cruel reality
Forgetting fire. AxelXReaderForgetting fire. AxelXReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pain covered you...you knew you were losing your mind. Everyday was a miserable excuse for existing. You longed for darkness to overtake you. You'd done nothing but sit,regretting and wishing for a better life. You couldn't explain where the pain was co,Ingalls from, it was just there.
"Here's your lunch, sweetheart! Good luck on your exams!" Your mother waved you off to school as she had since kindergarten. You were a high schooler now, and you couldn't wait to get out of school. You figured that you may find happiness after you were free more often. You arrived to school as usual...but you felt something different in the pit of your stomach. A sensation of being followed. You had twenty minutes before your first block began. You sat by the fountain in front of the school, silently reading, alone, as you always were.
"Hey there." A man in a long black cloak approached you. You felt uneasy about him, your heart began to race.
"Who are you? You don't look anything like a stu
DragonSlayer!America X DragonGirl!ReaderDragonSlayer!America X DragonGirl!Reader3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
King Arthur sat upon his throne rubbing his temples. The kingdom had just suffered from another fierce dragon raid and in return lost most of the livestock in the lower villages. Most of the houses had also been burnt down during the process. They needed a hero - and fast.
'Alright...send him in.' sighed the king. After considering it for more than an hour, King Arthur had finally decided that it was time to bring in another knight to slay the dragon which terrorised his kingdom.
'Are you sure you want to do this, Milord?' whispered Francis into the king's ear. 'We've already lost 10 of our best soldiers'
'What choice do we have? One more raid and the villages are done for!' spat Arthur in a lowered vioce.
'Send him in.' he then shouted.
The doors of the great hall opened and a young man was escorted in by two guards. He wore silver armour covering his right arm and chest, brown breeches and leather boots up to his knees. Under the chainmail on his torso was a deep red fabric which fan
SERVING PLATE 1SERVING PLATE 13 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
S-S-S-S-SERVING PLATE 1!
S-S-S-S-SERVING PLATE 1!
Baby I know you've been very hungry
And I know you've been needing me
BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO STARVE NO MORE!
CAUSE RIGHT NOW I'M COMING OVER!
SO LEAVE YOUR WINDOW OPEN!
CAUSE TONIGHT I'M BRINGING MY RECIPY!
SO GET READY TO BE SATISFIED TONIGHT!
CAUSE THIS IS SOMETHING YOU'VE NEVER HAD!
THIS SOMETHING THAT WILL MAKE YOU SO GLAD!
IT WILL MAKE EVERY OTHER GIRL JELIOUS AND MAD
THIS IS PLATE NUMBER ONE!
S-S-S-S-SERVING PLATE 1!
Now this plate is one of a kind
Something in your life that you'll never ever find
All those other guys were amateurs and just a bore
When I serve this baby you'll get goose-bumps while your taste buds will sore
You'll be like "Sanji is the man, oh my god, he's the cooking champion"
Fem!EnglandxMale!Reader -Pt 3-Fem!EnglandxMale!Reader -Pt 3-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It's been weeks since you found out about the big secret. Daniel did end up being Hungary as you suspected but worse, you and Rosa have been distant since then.
Sure, she sat behind you for 8 long hours of the day, 5 days a week, but neither of you spoke to each other. Every now and then, you believed she would try to talk to you, but she never did.
You also got to know some of the other guys such as Ukraine, Belarus and Seychelles. All of them were cool, Belarus was a bit scary and Ukraine was a bit needy at points, but other than that, you were getting along fine.
For you, school was mainly meetings, trying to compromise with the nations on how to resolve worldwide problems. Though, you realized that nothing ever got done since mainly everyone tried getting everything in at once while Monica started to yell at everyone.
Schoolwork was light and you learned barely anything. So most days, you found yourself at the library for most of the time, reading
Kids of BB 2Kids of BB 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"REAP I THIS IS CRAZY AND WE SHOULD KNOW, YOU KILLED SOMEONE I LIKED." Vi screamed as she walked into their home
"HE WAS NOT GOOD FOR YOU." She turned around and the stomach making her brother double over as she then kneed him in the face making him fall to the floor
"I AM BEING TO THINK MY FRIENDS ARE RIGHT ABOUT YOU THAT THE REASON YOU DON'T GO OUT WITH ANY GIRLS OR EVEN BOYS IS BECASUE YOU IN LOVE WITH ME." She stormed off the her room
"THAT IS FUCKING CRAZY." He screamed lying back on the floor, holding his noise
"Reaper Oliver Birthday I want to talk to you now." He tiled his head and looked at the door to his father office crap
"Yes Dad." He said rolling over onto his stomach wincing at the pain as he got up and limped his way into his father office there was his mother and father looked at him Shit
"I am going to talk to Violet." Scarlett walked out the room leaving her son with Beyond.
Beyond looked at him with his red eyes Reap looke
Your WordsYour Words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Go right ahead, sir.
Keep stabbing at me.
Insult me with your words,
Your harsh, spiteful words,
Because I don't care anymore;
I'm too numb from all the agony
To even feel pain anymore.
Your ruthless insults,
Each like an individual knife,
Each opening up another wound,
Each slitting open another vien,
Each causing another river of blood,
Each slowly crumbling me to pieces,
Because it's not as if, initially,
I was normally the most confident person.
Why do I believe your name-calling?
Why is part of my mind soaking this all in,
And convincing myself that these are facts?
Tell me, sir, am I really stupid?
Do I seriously look like a clown?
If I went and left this world forever,
Because of your heartlessness,
Would you truthfully be the one laughing?
Excuse me, sir,
But could you please clarify,
Enlighten me with your reasoning,
For gradually ripping me to shreds,
When you can spot the hurt in my eyes,
When you can recognize how I lower my head
To hide these tears,
Every one shed represen
We'll die together ::sasuke and naruto:: [reading]We'll die together ::sasuke and naruto:: [reading]3 years ago in Settings More Like This
naruto and sasuke both collide into each other, Sasuke chidori went through naruto chest, as well did the rasengan did to sasuke. Naruto eyes were widen open as far as they could be, there was silence before the blonde choked on his own blood, making him cough it up on sasuke, Sasuke complexion was weak and tired looking, his eyes were slightly open. feeling this warm liquidity feeling on his face, his head and eyes look toward the fox. Tears left Naruto's eyes. he was in so much pain, so much pain making him wince and hold back his true tears. His bright blue eyes started to fade away as life left him, opening his eyes, he stared into sasukes grey weak eyes, and put a little weak grin on his face, gaining enough strength he was able to says "..ne..s..sasuke...i told..you we'd die together...."he said in a shaky and joking tone. Blood fell out of both of there mouths, dripping on the corner of there lip down to there chin 'drip..drip..drip' were the only sounds as
Ms. Foxrummaging through the night;Ms. Fox3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I find her buried in a handsome coat.
the darkness softens her
trash-strewn make up
to lay bags under her eyes.
I have always thought to chase
a beauty like that; blow my
hunting-horn like kisses
as I saddle up.
I would wear her around my arm and
discuss the big-game
and the beasts at bay
with boys that brandish
scorecards into the hundreds.
she hid from the canines
lapping her neck with a head
buried in all fours.
I skinned her like a poacher
bearing my ivory smile
for her to unfurl
flushed and screaming
like a new born baby.
caught in my hooves the wrong way.
365 Days .::South Italy::.A/N ::365 Days .::South Italy::.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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I will try everything,
To make you come closer to me
How can I get it through,
To tell you what I can't lose...
Lovino sighed and glanced out the window. English was a boring class, especially since everyone hated to even talk to him. The classroom door opened and everyone's attention turned towards the door, even Lovino's. He went wide eyed at the sight of the person who just entered the half-filled classroom.
"Um, Mrs. Frison? This is your new student, [Name] [Surname]. She'll be in your first period class from now on." The student-teacher patted the girl's back and left the room. The girl was beautiful, in Lovino's eyes. Her [h/c] hair was pulled up into a ponytail, her bangs fell just beside her face. She didn't wear make-up, like all the other girls at the school. The dark and light blue striped shirt that hung just below her shoulders was cute and made her figure look facinating
A mission gone wrong part.1 .:fanfic:. -souleater-A mission gone wrong part.1 .:fanfic:. -souleater-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Authors note: This time, I'm gonna write about BEFORE Tsubaki and Black Star were a couple. I've grown quite fond of the couple. PLUS THEY SO DARN CUTE X3 There isn't enough TsuStar out there, so I shall help the other Tsubaki x Black Star obsessors like myself with my derpy fanfics ;B ENJOY~.
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater in any way and all (C) to the characters go to it's rightfull owner. (I forgot their name, oopsy xD;; )
The missions board was just recently updated by Lord Shinigami's own personal Death Scythe, also known as Maka's Papa Spirit Albarn, in one of the many abandonned hallways. Class was still in session, and timing couldn't of been better. A sigh of relief left the tensed red haired man, gratefull that he hadn't been trampled by excited students who craved for a mission.
I guess he spoke too soon though, and he realised it when a young boy ran him over and stoo