Sheogorath Stops ByPrize for LadyRedDarknessSheogorath Stops By3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The sun was drawing closer to the horizon, sending a mist over the small group and casting a chill down their spines.
"We should not be here," peeped Merrill from under her hood.
Hawke looked down at her, silently agreeing. Varric walked just ahead with Bianca before him. They had stumbled upon the ancient ruins as they explored Sundermount. Hawke had become intrigued because he had never seen something so ancient as the stone walls that now surrounded them. There were symbols etched into the walls that Merrill didn't recognise, and the chance to explore had overpowered him.
He was curious by nature, but now he wished he had gone and come back. They had wondered way too far into the ruins and now the light above the broken ceiling was breaking, which would mean if they couldn't find their way out then they would have to camp there. But the twilight was brining an unnerving feeling over the three of them, and Hawke was starting to curse his curiosity.
CCF II: FDA ApprovalCharlie's FactoryCCF II: FDA Approval8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Part 2: FDA Approval
She had arrived earlier that evening, and Charlie was just a bit annoyed. Ever since old Willy had opened the damned factory up to the original five, the four who had gotten more then they bargained for had made a big stink to the press. Despite the long comprehensive testament to legal coverage each had signed, the government had decided to meddle with him every couple of years.
Fortunately though, this one was at least nice to look at. She was tall, with such gorgeous long legs, a stupendous rack, and hips that stretched the material of her matching black knee length skirt divinely. Oh and those lips, so moist and full. This might not be so annoying after all, he thought as he turned on his most disarming smile .
"Well let's go over the list, shall we," Ms. Stacey Rolland of the FDA said not at all affected by the smiling young man. "Exploding candy.
ASK the ARTIST Interview - ZombiesmileASK the ARTIST Interview - Zombiesmile2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
ASKtheARTIST Interview with Zombiesmile
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview `Zombiesmile, a very talented illustrator and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, Zombiesmile.
Hi, thanks for having me! :3
* Zombiesmile is super excited, oh god! * -*;
~rankirubai asks "In what ways has Shaun helped your art and creativity improve? What kinds of insights on art, character design, storytelling, etc has he given you?"
Before I met Shaun (`endling) I was pretty much on my own when it came to art, looking things up and reading tutorials etc. It's been really hard sometimes.
Nowadays, he's the person I talk to all the time, discussing art and stories and games and such. it's really important to me to have another opinion on my work, especially from someone
Paganism and ChristianityPaganism and Christianity2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Since the day I felt the clench of self power and control was the day I converted to
Paganism, but I didn't think I'd be entering a world war. I remember it like it was
yesterday, six years ago I was sitting in church with my family, and I never liked
church, but I believed in God. It was until I felt the holy spirit slip through me
causing me to go into a fit of tears, I felt like I was being uplifted, and to any
Christian, this is a good feeling, to me, this was God's warning .Do not put any God
before me. I got up from my seat, trying to get pass the crowd of people with their arms
raised in praise, I quivered, grew nauseated and ran for the bathroom. The green essence
of light in the bathroom was blinding to my eyes, so I went over to the sink and tried to
vomit, I began to shake as if having an anxiety attack. This feeling of torment seized me
to learn over the sink pulling out my hair screaming a holler of terror. My eyes rolled
into the back of my head, and I could he
LonelyMake me whole again, she begs,Lonely6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her eyes wide and weeping
To no one really at all.
Kneeling on grey-green knees
Old pains blossoming up again
She looks into the sky
Swirling emptiness, shades of blue
Empty but beautiful
Just like her.
Her arms wrap around someone not really there
Fingers winding around invisible hair
Grasping for non existent flesh
Wishing desperately for some sort of fulfillment.
Ask the Artist interviewAsk the Artist interview2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with `loish
~MemoiresDuneFille asks "Loish, what inspired you to become an artist?"
I can't say that anything specific really inspired me. It was more a natural progression. I have been drawing since I was very young and honestly do not remember when I even started doing it, but I do remember always enjoying it and seeing it as my 'talent' throughout elementary and middle school. By the time I had to make a career choice in high school, I decided to do pursue it professionally because I just couldn't stand dividing my time between schoolwork and making my personal drawings. It was torture! So I felt I had to do it in order to stay sane :] That's pretty much how it went!
*merry-zazoue asks "You're doing both animation and illustration, how can you manage to have a good level in both? I'm an animation student and I love illustration too, do you have any advices? Aside working like crazy of course! I'm already doing it ^^"
I think the main reason I do both is because
Pretentious Bullshit?Pretentious Bullshit?11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And she's still so fucking perfect</i>
n from her beautifully polished pedestal
Condescending glances out of the corner of her striking eyes
Doll face and porcelain skin
Her curls fr
Really Bad Cliche PoemMy soul is as dark as my thick, poorly drawn eyelinerReally Bad Cliche Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody loves me
Hot Topic is my only friend
I can feel the tightness of the world wrapping itself around me
Tighter than my overpriced ripped skinny jeans
With all sense of grammar and spelling cast aside
I, rite, dis, poem, 2 show, how, dark, I, is
GIVE ME ATTENTION!
My boyfriend broke up with me
That's why I hate myself
I cry myself to sleep every night because my parents
Wouldn't buy me those leopard print skinneh jeanz
I HOPE U LYKED MY POEM!!!1!!!one!!!
English Mock Exam Short StoryI never liked the picture of the waiting girl that used to hang in the guest bedroom of my grandparents house. Whenever I stayed there, i felt like she was staring at me while I slept, with those big, blank, blue eyes. It always gave me the shivers, but Mam gave out to me when she caught me turning it towards the wall one day. When we moved to Ireland first, when I was nine, everything was strange, damp and cold, and all these strange people kept hugging me and telling me how big I was. I was dazed and tired from the fourteen-hour-long plane trip, so I barely knew where I was or what wa happening, but it had been it had been quietly explained to me that these people fussing around me were my family, and I should just nod and smile when they told me how big I was.English Mock Exam Short Story5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Before we moved here I just took it for granted that we would never leave our little house in Hobart, surrounded by ferns and fruit trees, with the beach just down the road, easily visible from by bedroom. I always thought of
My NightmaresMy Nightmares9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Everything's at a peak
You were once a stranger
But now you're everything to me
Finally someone sees through me
And my heart starts racing to yours
I have a places to call home
I have a place I know
I don't want time to take me from where I am
I don't want time to break us apart
I don't want my dreams to shatter in front of me
It feels like everything is at a peak
And now the world's looking back at me
My dreams finally within my reach
You're looking back at me
But the nightmares brewing in my head
Ruining what I have to give
I don't want to lose this again
I don't want time to take me from where I am
I don't want time to break us from eachother
I don't want time to hand me to another
I don't want my dreams to shatter in front of me
All I want is you to always be here looking back at me
The world's yielding its never felt so good before
My mind's at rest from all the pain I use to know
Everything you are is weighting on my mind
Still I belie
Emotional AdrenalineYou think you know my fear? My intensity?Emotional Adrenaline4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The adrenaline flows as easily as
Shifting into the spectrum of light and shattering
conceptions of the unnatural selection
My courage, my dismay?
A tidal force of soothing inevitability
Let the current drift and believe in unbelievable destiny
Fear the childish nightmares, born anew by shock and awe
Pick the rose and scatter the petals, laughing at the
extension of chaos
SicknessShe withersSickness7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her body falling
Like a dried husk
But somehow beautiful
Its beauty preserved
Though it is consumed by death.
Her eyes admiring
Like a proud mother
Though numbering small,
They give her great pleasure
As they were simple and yet meaningful.
Her life waning
Like a lightbulb starting to die
And yet strangely bright
She passes to her afterlife
Shining for all she leaves behind.
dis fun ctionalGee wasn't into being healthy. She liked to drink coffee in the middle of the night until her hands shook and not brush her teeth for days just so she could see how long it would take until she could feel them start to deteriorate. She was a chain-smoker, a compulsive liar, and never washed her make-up off before she went to sleep on the nights she decided to: she'd much rather let her eyeliner smear across her cheek and pillow, leaving thick and angry black streaks that looked like x's if you tilted your head against the light.dis fun ctional5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I met her it was outside of my high school. She was barefoot in the almost-summer air; thin to the extreme in cargo pants- low on her hipbones- and a black tank-top, flaunting anorexia; smoking her third cigarette. She sent a quick glance at the school's windows that lead to the Freshman lockers. She was waiting for someone. The bell rang, and the school-grounds flooded with the vibrancy of every teenager that strived for individuality in a suburban
Balloon troubles"It's here! It's finally here!"Balloon troubles8 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Lanky, dark-haired beauty Rene raised her head to see what her live-in girlfriend Tina was talking about. Tina, a bubbly, chunky, buxom brunette in a tight green sweater, was unpacking a small cardboard box that had just arrived in the mail.
Rene was totally baffled until Tina pulled out a large green balloon. Immediately, Rene guessed that Tina had very thoughtfully purchased something to indulge her inflation fetish. Of course, watching a balloon inflate was a poor substitute for an actual person, but it was the thought that mattered.
"That's really great," said Rene, smiling half-heartedly. She didn't want to look too unenthused but she suspected that Tina still didn't entirely understand exactly what excited her so much about inflation.
"No, no, silly," gushed Tina. "I know what you're thinking; this must be some stupid overpriced bedroom prop. But this is no ordinary balloon. See, I ordered it from a very