Tom of Finland Pants"You are a heartless bitch and I hate you!" Rose cried out, struggling against the handcuffs.Tom of Finland Pants9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cybil maintained a firm, authoritarian hold on Rose's upper arm. "Ma'am, if you keep wiggling around like that, I'm gonna club you over the head and drag your sorry butt behind me."
Rose went pale. "You wouldn't do that," she protested, though her voice was wavering and unsure.
"Just try me." Cybil looked her hard in the eye.
Rose managed to meet her gaze, though sweat appeared all over her skin as she did so. "You wouldn't do it," she insisted.
Cybil lifted her up by the arm, easily strong enough to raise her onto her toes.
"Oww! Oww! Oww!" Rose's lower lip quivered. "Please! I'm sorry!"
"Are you going to stop pestering me?"
"Oww! Yes! Anything! It hurts!"
Children of the StarsChildren of the Stars11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Children of the Stars
The stars are beautiful tonight. I cannot help but notice. Beautiful and alluring and mysterious when you're planet-side and looking up at them. Sometimes if you stare at them long enough, you get the feeling that every answer to every question ever asked is out there somewhere. Just waiting.
I don't remember how long ago it was that the two of us stopped trying to destroy each other. A few years - perhaps longer. Now that I think of it, I can't recall a time we have ever seriously tried to do away with each other beyond a few incidents right at the beginning. It was like we knew even back then that we were more than just enemies. Perhaps it was just a sense of kinship we felt with each other. We were both so alike -although neither of us would have admitted it at the time - both outcasts among our people. Both obsessed beyond reason - with each other.
He was the one who made the first overture of friendship, surprisingly e
It's Too HotIt's Too Hot10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I've never written a giftfic before. I don't think I've ever actually done a piece of writing intended to be a gift for someone before now...I've done bits with people in mind, or inspired by various others, or collabs and stuff, but never outright as a gift. I'm not sure if I can do it right. WOOHOO I SUCK. Maybe this won't be a good gift at all, and instead it will be a big disappointment. DARN IT. But I already did a picture as a gift before, and there's a mental image in my head that I think I can work with instead. I SHALL BE DIFFERENT.
Watch this be hideously out of character. Arrrgh.
Here's hoping I do this right. LYX, fer yer birthday.
The convenience store had long been abandoned, plans made to renovate, innovate, reinvent the small building having never completely come to term. Aborted before really given life. Piles of rubble and old signs littered the small parking lot, indications of various unfulfilled promises that this building would become more than what had been left.
Yellow Love StoryYellow Love StoryYellow Love Story8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was boring.
Why not stay in bed this morning? Her blond hair on the yellow pillow. The ceiling had a pale white color. Maybe she might change it?
The same dream each night. Why dreaming? Nothing is becoming true... She closed her eyes.
She's a nurse in the biggest hospital of Frisco. She remembers this man she nursed once. Blond-haired, a sensual voice, gentle. She often thought of him. She would like so deeply to fall in love.
Maybe she could escape from this material life. From the tram each morning, from the clock, from the shopping... A white rabbit is running in her room, he's dressed, he seems to be late, he entered into the mirror of her dressing-table.
It seemed strange to her because he went through it, like if he went on the other side of the mirror. She stood up. Went near the dressing-table. She saw on it all what she left last night before going to bed, even the sandwich (with jam) which she had not eaten.
She looked inside the mirror. The refl
The Art of... Seduction?The Art of... Seduction?10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Mr. Wonka," a breathy, feminine, inherently grating voice called, and it took all of Wonka's willpower to not cringe at the sound.
Since he didn't have any willpower, he cringed openly, and turned, forcing a smile that made his gums hurt. "Yes? Everything all right, then?"
Violet Beauregarde's mother stood in front of the chocolatier, normally wide and glassy eyes half-lidded and cloudy. "Mr. Wonka, I was just wondering about this..." She took a step forward, and Wonka took a quick step backwards. "This prize that you're giving out."
"O...Oh?" he whimpered, feeling overwhelmed by the woman's forceful presence. He smiled, weakly, clearly not liking being so close to Ms. Beuregarde. "I...Now, why would you want to spoil a surprise? Heh, you're funny." He made a desperate attempt to flee, but she touched – just touched – his jacket, and he froze up in confusion.
"Oh, I promise not to tell Violet. And besides, we both know she's going to win it..."
"D...Do we, now?" Wonka whimpered
dangerous imaginationher death was planneddangerous imagination8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
freely and wild
the punishment not heavy
for I am just a child
thoughts cross my mind
details are created
she crossed my path
now she shall be defeated
she went against me
tried to prove me wrong
in the end we will see
who really was strong
I sit and smirk
while I plan her fate
once she has realized
it'll be a bit too late
I laugh to myself
she won't know what to do
she'll fear when she's reading this
can't you see she's you?
Darkness and NightmaresA cold chill runs up and down your spine. A feeling you've never felt before. A feeling that makes you stop. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end. Your breath catches in your throat. What do you do? Do you turn around? Do you look to see what lies behind? Or do you run? Do you take the cowards way out and escape whatever could lie around that corner, or...Darkness and Nightmares8 years ago in Horror More Like This
You turn the corner. Your heart is pounding in your throat. You try to keep your breathing calm, quiet. As you look cautiously around the corner, you see a pair of eyes, the color of flame, staring back at you. Directly at you. Into your eyes. Into your soul.
A blood curdling scream escapes your lips. But it's too late to run. A set of clawed hands reach out from the darkness and wrap themselves around your waist, holding your struggling f
fakeI smile and laughfake8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but inside I'm dying
you can't hear my thoughts
you don't see me crying
I've learnt to be quiet
I've learnt to hide
to pretend to be happy
and ignore what's inside
you like to think nothing's wrong
you like to think I'm okay
you like to see me "happy"
even if it's not really that way
happy and bubbly
can't you see it's fake?
you choose not to see past it
and that's your mistake
one day when I'm crying
no longer able to hide
then you'll see the pain
that all along has been inside
Pain InsideTheres a constant painPain Inside8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel deep inside
from the simple task
of trying to breathe.
A black disease that taints my lungs.
Little creatures roam around inside
piercing my sides with
pitchforks and dynamite.
A knife that lives within my stomach
slices and tears my muscles apart.
A thousand and fifty-two pills
unable to heal this constant pain.
a black disease
that taints my lungs.
Sleep takes me away to another place
but once I wake up, it starts all over again.
This constant pain I feel deep inside
needs to die or fucking fly.
The drugs I take won't even cure this pain
I'm out of options of things to try.
confession....I was feeling so downconfession....8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you kept asking why
I wanted to tell you
but was scared inside
I told u I would feel stupid
cause I knew I was so wrong
I thought maybe you would guess
or you had known all along
yes I felt stupid
but was more scared of what you'd say
even though I still am
I'll tell u anyway
I was feeling sad
cause I knew u liked another
you only met today
and already liked each other
I felt so stupid for thinking I had a chance
cause I know I probably never do
I'd never get a guy
as sweet, kind and amazing as u
we have so much in common
yet so different too
I can quite honestly say
I've never met a guy like u
I know I only met u
just the other day
but my feelings are growing for you
and I might like it this way
I've known u long enough
to know more than your name
now I've told u how I feel
could you ever feel the same?
Article-Popularity contestMayshing: The popularity contest topic comes up again, and again, I feel I should share this information that I wrote about the REASON behind any popularity contest in the artistic world on DA.Article-Popularity contest8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Once you understand the logic behind how a human mind works, I hope artists will pay less mind to these games that WILL NOT stop bothering them, and just let it go and NOT LET IT bother them.... go to make good art with ease, let's promote art others fail to see, lets make the community better as a whole.
1. The reality of Brand name
Every business men and women would know it... artists' name and their product name become their brand name.
In the begining when artists all start out, sometimes they need to borrow other people's brand name... like Mario, Sonic, link, for example, to step upto the platform so people know Their name.
That's why often popular artists are also good fan artists.
How many people would google your name vs popular anime?
Soul Calibur borrowed the brand name of
Samhain - VincentCid FF7 FicCid always assumed that Halloween was for kids who liked to get diabetes at the ripe age of twelve. He likes the idea of Jack O'Lantern and spooks and getting shit-faced while watching horror movies from times that nearly predated Mako energy.Samhain - VincentCid FF7 Fic10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It doesn't mean he ever does anything for the holiday – other than get shit-faced and watch horror movies, of course.
Over the year since Midgar was destroyed, Rocket Town has boomed, growing nearly twice it's original size practically overnight. Many families from the city flocked to Rocket Town, and he doesn't mind the fact that now there are kids in the streets, playing soccer and, occasionally, coming to him to hear about what, exactly, happened to Midgar and the old Shin-Ra Twenty-Seven that had been in the field for so long.
So now, the items store holds baseballs and bats, hover-boards and, 'tis the season, costumes ranging from scary to adorable, three years to fifteen. Most kids nowadays make their own co
Short Words for Short PeopleShort Words for Short PeopleShort Words for Short People11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is a short poem
for short people
to reach the top
of really long
or things that just
like nuclear physics.
Big words are nice
from time to time,
and make writing so very
but little words
just cannot be
We are the Earth's DisgraceWere the disgrace on the face of this earth.We are the Earth's Disgrace8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Too embarrassed to admit, we choose to look the other way.
Too ashamed to agree, we shake our heads and run away.
But when will we humans finally realize
that this damage we are causing cannot be undone?
The majority of people just dont care
as they're oblivious to the reality
that nobody dares to share.
Will this planet seek its own end
or will our actions finalize this hideous trend?
Observant only to possible profits
Im surprised they haven't attempted
to sell us one-way tickets to a galaxy
that guarantees all of our dreams.
GunslingingGunslinging11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
says the author at our building door,
"that there are no fires in Brooklyn."
But he is blind at 8:00,
and too easily persuaded by the dole of feminists
skinned by gabbling coins,
as good a donation as a hunger artist could hope for.
His only subjects of choice are
and the sexual affections of male ballet dancers;
but he has never broached them in the same conversation.
This is why. This is why,
when we hear him talking about fire,
we are all thrown from the memory
of our standard/gather-round/assumed positions,
and why we all
to find vacant plots on the cement around him,
and whip out our lighters and dear cigarettes:
agile, self-mangling gunslingers,
we have been prepared for this pleasant novelty
I messed upI dunno what to say nowI messed up8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cause words can't change a thing
I wish you were mine
I'd do anything
baby baby I'm sorry
I know I messed up
I dunno if we could work
but I know we could try
I feel like a piece of me is missing
and we've never even been properly together
never felt your lips on mine
and I already messed up my chance
I know you once felt for me
wish I could bring that back
seeing you gives me butterflies
and I miss you when you're gone
things are awkward now
and I hate it so much
I fell for you so fast
then went and screwed things up
I had already planned our future
we were gonna be together for a long time
I was ready to settle
lose my player ways
you seemed to lose interest
he was my first love
he wanted me and I liked feeling wanted
I'm so so so sorry
let me tell you a secret
I've never told a soul
while I was kissing him
the love of my life for two years
I WAS THINKING OF YOU
Don't...don't make this move,wt do u wanna prove?!Don't...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
u r so weird !
u say... u r afraid
don't go that far
down deep therez no star
nothing to show ..the way 4 u
how u will see the black deep sea
no light ,no sound..
but wait ...!!
didn't u just said
*i hear some voices *
there r no surprisez
so be so strong ,
go face your fear
and 4 just once plz hear me dear
u hv good heart ....
good mind , good soul
don't u ever trade them 4 a lie so cruel
u got good life,why this cold knife
cutting it for u,with hands u knw
they r 4 u,so stop them slow
prevent being dead
with a mind u blew
Heroin HabitHeroin Habit8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Troubled and lonely,
his family unknown;
a hideous habit
began to unfold.
Injecting dope into his veins
it was the only way he knew
to escape the pain.
So addicted, so abusive
yellowish scabby skin
and sunken expressions
this boy looked disgusting.
Strung out for days on end
he hated his current trend.
Wanting to change - to him
it seemed impossible.
Everyone around him shared this
h e r o i n h a b i t.
Knowing the ones he shouldn't be
The Summer BreezeA summer breeze knocks upon my window:The Summer Breeze8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my curtains dance in the fresh air
waking me up to a brand new day.
I crawl out of bed, my feet carrying me
to the window, I stand up and breath in
the fresh misted air.
The sun shining down upon me
I watch the boats in the distance
sailing at sea.
My nose follows a trail leading me to the kitchen
discovering freshly baked bread
and fresh strawberries.
Walking to the beach
the hot sand blisters my feet.
I hear whispers in the air which guide me
to my friends lounging around on the sand.
We sit and reminisce the old days we all have lived
and dream of memories still to come.
Making plans for tomorrow night
the last weekend of summer break,
excited for another term to learn
amazed how quickly another summer went by.
Slave LaborScene: Earth of the future, a post-apocalyptic dystopia. The world is covered in filth, rust, decay, mold, acid rain erosion, assorted bodily fluids, and a suspicious glowing substance that may or may not be radioactive waste. Everything is in dismal working order except for gleaming security robots that patrol the streets both night and day, their soulless mechanical eyes focused incessantly on the populace.Slave Labor10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
We join our heroes inside their tumble-down shack made of sheet metal and industrial scrap. Pepito is feeding a small fire with bits of refuse, looking surprisingly cheerful. Squee is sitting on a pile of rags, staring at the wall with haunted eyes.
Pepito: So I was talking to Hepshelput, Crawling Nightmare From Beyond the Abyss, you know Hepshelput, right? Big guy? Blonde hair? Eyes the color of burning cities? Anyways, I says to him,
A Friendly PoemThis Happiness insideA Friendly Poem9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This Joy I find
From you being So Kind
Tender in the Mind
When I was alone
With no one around
You were there for me
A new Love now Found
I always smile
Because you are there
A special friend
That always Cares
It is Clear
That you are Sincere
And Always Here
I'm happy to have you Near
New Theories - Silent Hill 2New Theories - Silent Hill 29 years ago in Horror More Like This
* Anyway, Pyramid Head dies at the end because James realizes that the only reason he needed Pyramid head was to punish him. And right when he realizes that, they kill themselves.
Theory of SH2:
* I believe it is possible that James is stuck inside his own mind as he sits in jail for killing his wife. In the catacomb, you see tombstones for Angela, Eddy, Walter, and James. They all killed someone. In some doctor's notes, he says that a patient was in an "other world". I feel that James is stuck in this "Other world", and people on are outside, watching him as he's going insane.
* I think that there's a possibilty that He didn't kill Mary. It's fairly hard to kill someone with a pillow. It's permeable, and you can still breathe through it.
* I think that he TRIED to kill her, and possibly felt sorry for what he did, and with the little life left in her, took her to the Brookhaven hospital where she stayed until she died. There was a note somewhere that said that
This is Halloween[SHADOW]This is Halloween8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Halloween
[PUMPKIN PATCH CHORUS]
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright
It's our town, everybody screm
In this town of Halloween
[CREATURE UNDER THE BED]
I am the one hiding under your bed
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red
[MAN UNDER THE STAIRS]
I am the one hiding under yours stairs
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise
Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can
Something's waiting no to pounce, and how you'll...