How to get famous through UTAUThis is a text about the UTAU fandom.. and basically how to get famous with UTAU.How to get famous through UTAU3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I'm writing this because I'm tired of people neglecting VERY good UTAUs just because they don't have the greatest art in the world.
I'm also writing this because I think we need to pay attention to all the UTAU users, and not just the ones who happen to draw well. When you see someone struggling with UTAU, don't just walk away because of their artwork - be nice and help them. We're a big family here!
So lately there's been a lot of new UTAUs popping up, and I can't not notice that people have been popping up as "new, famous" users as well. The problem for me is.. the UTAUs with the greatest artwork become famous, whilst the UTAUs with "regular" art or art that "does not look as good" are being neglected! I really don't think that's fair.
If we all start out with our UTAUs, some piece of artwork and then a song which we upload to YouTube, then why aren't we all famous? A lot of people like UTAUs
Forever Chapter 4Snow ran throughout the park looking everywhere for where Hope might have gone. Under slides, behind trees even in the potholes in the sandbox...until he realized that no human could ever fit into these tiny little things. Maybe an ant but that's beside the point. Snow slowed down into a leisurely jog, he wiped the excess sweat from his forehead that was making his blond hair plastered there. Giving up seemed to be the greatest option but…he knew it wasn't the right one. Gripping his forgotten headband in his hand he ran further into the park with a new found determination, finding it to look like a trail of light that was guiding him to a destination. A destination that he hoped was Hope. It was weird for him to suddenly find Hope's name funny. He gave hope to people just by being himself; a name never fit a person so well. Unlike him, Snow, cold and melted with heat. Just like in the heat of a battle he would suddenly melt his cool composure and go all out while Hope took theForever Chapter 41 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kiss meBatman was, as usual, loitering in the shadows. Why? Because he was the goddamn Batman, that's why. And, what's more, he didn't trust that upstart speedster, Kid Flash, to not corrupt his little Robin. It was bad enough that he had been manipulated by his ward into letting him stay at his friend's house, but he was not going to let them go unsupervised.Kiss me2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And if the next sentence the Dark Knight heard was any indication, he had every right to be worried.
"Come on, Rob, give me a kiss."
The Dark Knight stiffened at the young speedster's comment, but his infamous temper was assuaged by his young ward's stern reply.
"No Wally, go away."
"Aww, come on Dick." Damn Richard for telling that pathetic sidekick his secret identity!
"No, piss off KF." Snarled Robin, obviously attempting to intimidate the taller boy. As much as Batman agreed with his ward's sentiment, he would have to have a word with him about his language.
"Fine Dick." sighed the red head "I don't want to do this, but you give me
Forever Chapter one It's been two years. Two long years since we destroyed Barthandalus..two long years since Vanille and Fang saved the world from Ragnarok and crystallized. Two long years since they all went their separate ways to their separate lives.Forever Chapter one2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hope Esthiem a silverette sixteen year old young boy lived alone in the Paroleum Complexes. With his mother dead and his father taken away he had no choice but to try and live on by himself. Hope shut his book hanging his head over his study table in frustration.
"What's the matter Hope?" A girl with orange curly hair tied into two low ponytails wearing the school uniform colors, black bottoms with a green blazer. Hope looked dully into her eyes, she had a concerned look on her face.
"The usual..." He said sullenly. She gave him a knowing look and felt bad for Hope.
"Don't give me that look Vanille." He hated being pitied. He knew he was quite pitiful..just like that day two years ago.
Book of Shadows Random Page 1Book of Shadows Random Page 16 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Herb names and their corresponding elements and purposes
Protection, banishes negative energy, sleep(air)
Prosperity, courage, energy, strength (fire)
Money, wisdom (air)
Protection, exorcism, health, meditation, divination (fire)
Exorcism, banishing (fire)
Mend quarrels, sympathy, happiness (fire)
Astral travel, flying ointments (water)
Prosperity, astral projection, purification (air)
Betony Protects against nightmares and despair (fire)
Protection, cleansing, remove hexes (fire)
Borage Psychic abilities, financial gain
Used to bless weddings, weather magick, besoms (air)
Cleansing, protection (water)
Feminine energy, healing, strength (water)
Cedar Home purification, good fortune, luck (fire)
Love, meditation, peace (water)
Energy, creativity, passion (fire)
Banishing, love (fire)
Purification, cleansing (fire)
Love, lust (
GxV: I Listen To Vegeta SpeakGxV: I Listen To Vegeta Speak3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z/GT/Kai nor any of its characters mentioned below. Yesterday was the Saiyajin's Day (0318)-- in order to offer a tribute, took some time to modify a big part of this deviation, including my comment. Enjoy!
Warning: Character death, angst.
I listen to Vegeta speak...
【Goku's POv】: Through a mangled heart.
With regret swelling his chest,
Driven into darkness;
Like a tortuous nightmare-
Crystaline jewels poured down
at a pace I've never seen before.
Feeling uneasy, impotent
To know I can't turn back time.
His wall had fallen- really hard.
--'I... didn't know.'
--Was this all I could say for?!
This 'Prince', the person I was
Supposed to get rid off..
Was now.. dying, under my feet.
Tried to comprehend
A past I've never known of;
A horrible fate for the race
I'm ignorant it existed;
--When in default I've belonged.
--'He must die...!'
435 Writing Prompts!1. Violinist. (Or violin)435 Writing Prompts!2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
3. Paper aeroplane.
4. Dandelion seed.
6. She sings.
7. Dragonfly toes.
8. A stolen ring.
9. Broken wristwatch.
10. Missing tooth.
12. Fairytale gone wrong.
19. Lucky rabbit's paw.
24. 1000 paper cranes.
27. Puppet show.
28. Triskaidekaphobia. (Fear of the number thirteen.)
30. Letters to the moon.
32. Ballet shoes.
35. Breathless. (Or, breathlessly.)
36. Tachycardia. (An unusually fast heartbeat.)
37. Bradycardia. (A very slow heartbeat.)
40. Strobe light.
42. Fake quirks.
43. Contact lenses.
44. Siren. (Either the mythological creature, or the object.)
46. Comet in a bottle.
50. Tarot card.
UntitledWhen we went to Norway we killed slugs.Untitled4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We ate dinner at midnight as the sun revolved overhead, spinning in slow concentric circles, never dipping beyond the horizon. There was no night.
We looked up at the clouds, and she asked us if we wanted to do her a favor-to justify spending the night in her garage apartment at no cost. We weren't freeloaders, so we said O.K. She told us about the slugs.
There were hundreds of them crawling around the garden area-small families leaving slime trails on rock walls. We collected them one at a time, placing each of them in a huge plastic bag. We saw them pile on top of each other, felt their collective weight tugging on the plastic. Watched them squirm around, looking for any signal of familiarity, their antennae moving this way and that, trying to make sense of their situation.
We went in front of the garage and found some little guys crawling in cracks of asphalt. &
Quick Guide: Story OrganizingA Quick Guide to Organizing Your Fantasy/Sci-Fi NovelQuick Guide: Story Organizing3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I'm going to try and briefly cover World Building specifically for Fantasy and Science Fiction (though it will apply in general to any setting), both major and minor Characters, and some basics of Timeline here. I am not going to walk you step by step through how to write your own story, but you should (hopefully) get some useful tips out of this.
I never used to organize my novels before I started writing. I have so many stories in my head, I would just pick one and start writing. I didn't have trouble keeping to the same details of a given character because I knew them so well. But after taking such a long break from writing Missing Puzzle Pieces, I really needed to do some serious work. I don't remember all the details I had in my head back when I started... in fact, I've completely forgotten the original ending. For those of you who don't know my story, which starts
My Name Is Hopev.My Name Is Hope5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sun looks so happy now. I think it's reflecting how I feel. The drops of dew sparkle like diamonds and the air is carrying the sweetest fragrance on its breeze. This is life. This is what I'm fighting for. The chance to breathe and say, "I am more than what you are trying to make me. You cannot break me. I am alive, and my name is Hope."
The clouds clear. I'm beginning to remember the time before war; famine; genocide; violence (so much violence). I can hear the laughter...the joy. My spirit lifts...perhaps there's faith yet.
I was taught that rain drops are angel tears. I know what they are crying for, and why it seems like a never ending flood. I've seen the truth in a child's eyes, lost and afraid, searching for comfort, food, love.
The angels are crying because everyone has given up.
I have given up.
I saw a man today. He spit and laughed at a homeless man begging for food and spare change. "You're worthless," he said, m
write your reality in his eyeshe said his name was oliver.write your reality in his eyes5 years ago in Teen More Like This
he was painted with the colour of lies and had puppet string fingers. He smelt of burnt wood and methylated spirits. his eyes were uninhabited; there was nothing there. under the moon light you couldn't tell that his teeth were just slightly yellow, but under the sunlight you could tell that he was breaking. he was falling apart. he was vacant. he was, everything but beautiful.
he held her hand.
she said her name was madeline.
she had golden hair that curled in little ringlets around her waist. she had skinny legs and slender hips and a smile that could stop traffic. she couldn't bear to watch people suffer and she liked to re-write reality, the way she wished it was. she knew though, on the inside, that she couldn't re-write her lost forever and always
she pressed her lips to his collar-bone
he lived by night.
the walls of his room were painted beige and he had messy hair. he had always been attracted to lip-piercings and black hair. his fat
Life asked DeathLife asked Death2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day, a long, long time ago, Life and Death sat in a field together. Life was beautiful. Her long blue locks cascaded down her shoulders like a flowing river, her dress pure white, tinted with light shades of violet. She was young compared to Death who had been around since the dawn of time. She looked up to him like a father even though they were opposites. Green birds fluttered around Life, landing on her shoulders and head gently, singing soft melodies in her ear while Death gazed over the horizon, observing the creatures Life had created. It was a sad to think that he would have to take away their fragile lives, but that was what he was meant to do. Life saw Death watching over the creatures she loved and smiled. Those creatures were one of Life's favourites, they were so intelligent and independent, Life hardly had to interfere. She looked over to see Death had gone, a sorrow filled wail ran through her ears making her frown. Why would one of her creatures be so sad? The bird
what i've become.i think i've become a smarter person since i met you. you taught me a lot of things, you know. like how to deep fry ice-cream, and how to catch dragonflies by their wings. you also taught me what it feels like to be alone.what i've become.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
after you left, i forgot how to deep fry ice-cream and the dragonflies always seemed to slip away between my fingers. but i never forgot what it feels like to be alone. not once.
my mom says i've become a stronger person since i met you. i know she's only lying to make me feel better. the truth is, you made me selfish. you sang me lullabies and kissed me in front of my parents and let me sneak bites of your food at restaurants. it's all your fault i'm such a spoiled brat.
- - - -
i miss you sometimes, you know. i miss your sleepy smile and your throaty laugh and the way you always smelt like werther's original toffees. i tried to forget the arch of your back and the parabola of your jaw, and the defiant way you would laugh and correct me when i mispronounced a word (
strangers.I was sitting in a place where people write letters they dont send. People were staring around me that day as they sipped their cups of heartache, staring at a place and a time far beyond my reach. And I wondered who this man was, standing here before me, ready to burst with lovers turmoil and denials optimism.strangers.5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He was tall, above six-foot. It took a lot to make him smile. Because something inside of him was broken, I could see. His hands were tilted wrongly and his mouth was in a slant, and the spark was gone from his eyes. Something must have been twisted.
There was a cracking noise, and I realized it was the window. The man with the twisted insides didnt look up, but everyone else did. The window had a line finer than hair flowing through it now; I noticed it looked like the stuff inside your lungs, or veins, or the roots of a tree. I wanted to reach out and trace the lines with my fingers, but the man with the lopsided grip dropped a quarter on the floor as h
100 Art and Writing Prompts1. Nonsense100 Art and Writing Prompts4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2. A fork in the road
5. Ninja turtles
6. A chance meeting
9. Rain the size of walnuts
10. Stupid faces
11. An old relationship
12. Your mood
14. An inside joke
19. If I had a superpower
20. Childhood dreams
21. A betrayal
22. Self-insertion fan character
24. The death of Mary-Sue
28. Holding hands
29. Waving goodbye
30. I'll never forget the time
31. First kiss
32. Shock and awe
33. Take your favorite character and put them in drag
34. Cell phone
36. Cheesy romance novel cover
39. The worst lie ever told
46. Gary-Stu and Mary-Sue go on a date
47. The high school bully
50. Chicken costume
51. Create an OC by combining the personality traits of three of your friends
spread the s m i l e sspread the s m i l e s5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Happiness is contagious; she's in quarantine.
Kiss the DustI like to think this town is one Life forgot so Death marked it as his territory. If you listen to the classroom silence around us, you can hear him breathing. He knows us all by name, recognises our habits and keeps us tuned like clockwork. We think we act by will. We dont. We act by him. We dance and sleep and love by him. And, at the right moment, we lay our heads against his chest and are devoured by him.Kiss the Dust7 years ago in General More Like This
People like to think that hes betrayals bitch, that he steals us from Life when no one is looking. But what about the one whos careless enough to let our hungry mouths slip from her neck? Rather than mourning a loss, she conceives another, repeats the cycle, while we pine for her.
But I like to think of him as a friend, the last true honesty that will hold us close as everything fades into credits. Death is something that exists at the bottom of our lungs, prompting each breath into being with his presence.
Hes no enemy. Hes more like an accompl
TAA Literature Assignment 3 - World of StoryThe Art AcademyTAA Literature Assignment 3 - World of Story4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Literature Course - Notes and Assignment 3
Lesson 3 - World of Story
World of story is something that is often overlooked by starting or aspiring writers. My belief is that, when writing about an existing place, there is often a lack of research or an assumption that the reader knows the place that is being written about. In reality, to write a good story, there should be as much thought put into the world as there is in character development.
Writing Existing Places
There are two key components to writing about places that all ready exist: experience and research. You will probably have the best and most realistic results if you have a bit of both. When someone tells you it is best to write about things you know, it's often true, especially in terms of world of story. However, this can be impractical if you'd like to have a story set in a country you've never been to. Unless you have oodles of money and are willing to fly off to wher
extirpate collab01.extirpate collab5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
we've lived in darker places
but this blackness is unbearable
like this hollow feeling i have
in the space where my ribcage used to meet
and the sirens scream louder
when they're refracting dying octaves
and last chance words that spell out "i'msorry"
in the flashing of red lights against stucco walls
and as they roll out the sunny yellow caution tape
that seems so out of place in starless night air
i notice how the floor feels colder under my crooked spine
and i try to figure out when it got so hard to breathe
well, we've been in the cracks for quite a while,
but it feels so different now, and i figured
it's no longer fun when it's only you who's laughing
and it should be an awful sound, but it
sounds like the winterwind singing the prettiest lullabies;
cold, but so, so damn beautiful
and when i touch your peach cheeks
i feel the need to tell you
that you're the sky, the clouds that hide the lights up there
that you're the grass, tickling butterflies and all the little things
a radiant light over mexico.a radiant light over mexico.a radiant light over mexico.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
dear maria, i am writing to you from a city of stars.
i stood at the bridge, watched the cars shine in and out of black and
i remembered the snowflakes in your eyelashes and strands of your
hair. we stepped in from the cold and brushed all the tiny little stars
from eachother's clothes, and we sank into the plush couch in your
front room with the heating up full and buried beneath the blankets.
there are stars in the high-rises, tiny squares of life in
space and valerie is sat in her desk chair, she's keeping
herself awake all night to finish that big project for the
board tomorrow. she rubs her fingers against tired eyes
and wills the night to dissipate around her, give way to
morning and the great rebirth.
there are stars in the depths of the riverbeds, weeds
growing small and thriving off the gift of life under the
rippling surface, and they hope to one day break free
from their watery confines. we crushed them with the
weight of our laughter, tre
grow me wings I flinched at the stabbing pain in my back. I could feel it again; the aching and throbbing feel of needles against my shoulder blades. It was a usual and regular pain, though something I could never grow used to. I felt my hands move automatically to my shoulder blades. I felt the muscle under the skin arch. Thats not normal, is it? I could feel it moving like a snake beneath my shirt. I squirmed in my bed and checked the clock on my night stand. 12:37. Slowly I got up from my bed and went over to close my door. I flipped the switch to turn on my light and I turned to face the mirror. I hesitantly peeled my shirt over my stomach and pulled it over my head. I looked at my back in the mirror. Not only could I feel it, but I could see the muscles moving, throbbing, reddening. I reached my hand to touch the skin, but beforegrow me wings6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
yellow.the wind picks up in a velvet zephyr, telling us all that autumn is coming with its soft, cooing howl. i walk alone down sleeping streets, avoiding the streetlights; i prefer the soft blackness of untainted night.yellow.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
i whisper up at a moth, "why are you clinging to the light? it's a fool's errand. you can touch it again and again and again and again but you won't ever truly grasp it."
i watch her eyelashes flutter. she is dreaming.
i wonder sleepily what she is dreaming of, but
nyctophobia.i.nyctophobia.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i'd wake up to the darkness that surrounds me
and reach around myself, gripping for a pillow or something to hold me
and then i'd hear you say
'shh, it's okay'
in a voice too deep for drowsiness
and i'd fall back into my nightmare.
i'd wake up to the darkness that surrounds me
and meet your powder blue gaze and you'd say
'don't worry, it'll feel better tomorrow'
and i wouldn't know what you meant until three hours later
when i caressed my new stitched heart and felt the wound on my rocketing lungs
and i'd fall back into my nightmare.
i'd wake up to the darkness that surrounds me
and the rain would be pouring outside the window with five-second lightning streaks
and the thunder would smack the ground and resonate my thoughts and you'd say
'you must've felt it when the lightning struck your happiness'
and i wouldn't tell you i only felt the lightning through your fingers
or the thunder through your undeserving tongue
and i'd fall back into my nightmare.
i'd wake up to the
Zelink: When You Fall in Love 22Chapter 22Zelink: When You Fall in Love 222 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Over with the guard practice session, the swords men were taking a rest. The Captain came up to them and asked, "Did anybody see Oliver earlier before the session began?" asked the Captain. Almost everybody nodded back. "He was the one that brought me here but then he left." mentioned Link. The Captain came to Link, "Really, is that so? I'm going to have to have a word with him for ditching and have a bad consequence if that's what he did." replied the Captain a bit angry.
Finally catching up to Zelda, Oliver thought, "I must be careful with Zelda. She could punish me making me stay away from her. Not only that, also along with the consequences. I must find a way to apologize." Zelda was still in the courtyard, recovering her breath when Oliver caught up. "Zelda, I'm sorry!" said Oliver breathing hard. "What was that for!?" asked Zelda. Oliver sighed and took a deep breath. "Zelda, I like you and I got jealous." replied Oliver. "Jealous of what!" asked Zelda. "You and