Sheogorath Stops ByPrize for LadyRedDarknessSheogorath Stops By4 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.
DreamsDreams5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Inside of us there lives a light, burning like fire in the night.
Gleaming down and lighting the way, for hopes and dreams to shine someday.
It gives a brilliance to our lives and sparkels like diamonds with a glowing light for all to see.
So never let go, your dreams are the key.
Melt-8-31-13-Steamy AffairsThe door was unlocked. My mind first jumped to thoughts of burglary, but then I remembered that Jazmine had forgotten her phone yesterday. She had probably stopped by to grab it and forgot to lock the door, but when I saw a pair of her shoes lying by the door, I soundly guessed that she was still here.Melt-8-31-13-Steamy Affairs2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I shut the door behind me and dropped the keys on the kitchen table, then opened the kitchen cabinet and withdrew a large glass which I proceeded to fill with water. I chugged it and refilled it again. I had been working out and as a result, I was tired and very thirsty.
Wanting to see Jazmine, I left the kitchen and searched the living room. No sign of her there. I guessed that she was upstairs, and a small part of me hoped that she was in the bedroom. A guy can dream.
I walked towards the staircase and noticed another pair of shoes at the base of the staircase. They were a pair of white flats. I did not remember Jazmine owning anything like that, and besides they were too small for her
Pretentious Bullshit?Pretentious Bullshit?12 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
'my Night''my Night'5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I make constructs
draining the light
of an eccentric candle
but suddenly the night moves
into an impossible morning
and dreams dissolve in the wake
of an atomic sun
Pro LifePro Life4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Disclaimer The opinions shared in this are my own.
If you don't like or don't agree then click the back button because I will tolerate none of that!
You say your life is falling to pieces
You say his doesn't matter, he is only a fetus
But once you make the choice to take his own life
You might as well stab him with the blade of a knife
'Cause he won't come back, he won't ever live
He won't learn to walk, to smile, or be active
He won't ever cry when he falls off his bike
He won't say, 'mommy, I love you, good night.'
That tiny little baby that you never knew
Will never have his hopes and wishes come true
He can't change the world or set things straight
He can't say he's sorry after he makes a mistake
No one can tell you what that boy can devise
Not from the tip of his nose or the gleam in his eye
Your unborn son is going to be so great
He's going to have lots of friends and go on many dates
His hair will be blonde with many curls
But don't be too mad whe
RecallingOnce, I forgot my limbs.Recalling7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I left them downstairs because I was in such a rush to get up to the second floor. I didn't even realize my legs were missing until I was halfway up the stairs. "No matter," I thought, "I won't need them for a while anyway." Only when I tried to reach for a paintbrush did I realize that my left arm had done just that, and the right away. Again, I shrugged it off (with only my shoulders) and went about my business.
My business is rather unconventional. There's no elevator in my office building, because I work from home. Thus, forgetting my limbs downstairs would be, as you probably assume, a hassle. And, well, sure, it's a bit of an obstacle, but I can deal with it. I'm still here now, aren't I?
I asked my boss about installing an elevator once. No, he declined without a moment's consideration. Well, how about an escalator? Absolutely not. You see (he told it to me somewhat like this, but I fear that a few words are off), stair-climbing is a virtue. It isn't sup
A Heart Warming Bday Surprise! Kid!LovixKid!ReaderYou smiled to yourself as you finished getting ready for the big and fancy dinner your husband was going to take you out to today. You checked your reflection in the mirror, making sure that every part of your outfit and overall appearance was to your liking.A Heart Warming Bday Surprise! Kid!LovixKid!Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Then you went through your jewelry box to see exactly what piece of jewelry would complement the dress. You looked through various items and smiled as you dug through it. You didn't really like to keep too much jewelry, but the ones you did keep had deep value. There was the crystal pendant... the heart locket... and a tiny little pink heart necklace.
You took it out and giggled to yourself. At that point, Lovino stuck his head in the room with a confused look on his face.
"What's so funny?"
You turned around and showed him the necklace. Curious, he came closer and took it from you. Once he recognized what it was, he laughed and then put the necklace on as he kissed your cheek.
"Was that the present I gave you around the time when
Daddy Dearest: EnglandXReader Chapter 2Daddy Dearest: EnglandXReader Chapter 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Alfred, it's time for dinner!" you called upstairs.
You set down the dinner on the dining room table. You had set the table before preparing the meal spaghetti and meatballs. Arthur was out at work, so you offered to watch Matthew and Alfred for him, so you and the boys were having dinner alone. Ever since the day you rescued the boys from the park, you had been coming over more often, cooking more often as well, because apparently, Arthur was a terrible cook. You made sure to leave all of the leftovers for them. You didn't mind coming over. The boys had grown on you. Whenever you weren't studying for classes, at work or in class you were at Arthur's home. You had even had spent the night in the guest bedroom. You barely spent any time at your own home even though it was right across the street. Not that you minded. Your roommates were deplorable.
"Coming!" you heard two voices chorus.
You could hear two sets of feet running across the floor above your
Walking of Day: The Thanatos Beckons ChapterThe Walking of Day (Thanatoes Beckons)Walking of Day: The Thanatos Beckons Chapter4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By Asher B
We drove for quite sometime in silence. They kept me in the back flanked by another unknown. From time to time, he would look over to glare at me. His hatred of me was almost heart-warming. I grew very attached to the idea of killing him and driving his remains into the window, but I remained well behaved. It was pleasant listening to the rain as it started to beat down on the hood of the car, a relaxing lull that tuned out the uncomfortable silence within the vehicle. Several good minutes passed by before we stopped in front of a seemingly closed restaurant. I got out of the vehicle, quite expecting the lead vampiel to accompany me. The only escort was going to be my back seat acquaintance. I went to follow him, but as I did Aegean rolled down his window.
"Be on your best behavior will you?" he growned.
He drew a thin cigarette from a tin
The Cursed AngelThe Cursed Angel6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Capítulo 0: Prólogo La Pista
Sábado 14 de Septiembre 1:30 de la madrugada (Plaza de Sparda)
Era una noche fría y oscura, como todas las que asolan la ciudad.
Fortuna había cambiado mucho en poco tiempo, lo que antaño fue una ciudad de arquitectura gótica sumida en la doctrina y cultura de la Orden de la Espada, ahora estaba en una espiral tecnológica donde la perspectiva de ciudad tornó a un paraíso robótico. Los edificios eran altos, construidos con metales oscuros y desconocidos, las calles se conformaban de planchas de acero con raíles eléctricos que servían de guía para los vehículos, los parques se cubrían de un manto transparente que proporcionaba las condiciones atmosféricas idóneas para la vegetación, los transeúntes vestían ropas modernas echas de aparatos electrónicos, etc.
En la plaza de Sparda seguía erguido su monumento en piedra,
Rainy Day"Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby." - Langston HughesRainy Day5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Drops of cold rain hit the glass window pane, pitter-pattering falling from the dark gray clouds. Two friends Popy and Flopy sat together in the house, watching the sky as if it were crying.
Popy, a young girl with honey-colored eyes sighed deeply at the weeping sky and then turned her attention to her bunny Flopy. He sat limply in her arms, his dark eyes reflecting the precipitation from outside the house.
"I'm so bored!" She whined. "What would you like to do, Flopy?"
The bunny silently lifted his head to look at his owner, shrugging. The girl groaned and slumped on her bed, her lips pursed into an indignant pout. Then she perked up and shot straight up on her bed.
"I know what we should do! We'll go outside and sing in the rain just like those people did in that old movie Mama showed us!"
Flopy kept quiet but the look on his patched, cotton face was
DW's Guide on Art CommissionsDwwrider’s Guide on Art Commissions on deviantART (last revised September 2014)DW's Guide on Art Commissions8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
This guide is based off of my personal experiences of commissioning artists on deviantART. I hope future art commissioners or artists who take commissions find this information useful. I'll try to update this guide once a year. Please look at the title to see when this was last revised.
DISCLAIMER: ***READ ME PLEASE***
All the information in this guide is a recommendation and results will vary. I wish the very best for the commissioner and the commissioned.
Table of Contents:
Phase 1: Determine the Subject/Topic of the Commission
Phase 2: Search for an Artist on deviantART and Other Websites
Phase 3: Learn about the Artist’s Commission Availability, Rules, Rates, etc
Phase 4: Screen Your Candidates
Phase 5: Communication with the Artist
Phase 6: Developing a Commission Write Up/Description with References
No use crying over spilt bloodThe blood is shed,No use crying over spilt blood4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And now it flows,
Upon the ground,
On which the weeds grow.
For I see what,
No one else can see,
'Cause they say,
They are too busy;
But I don't seem
It all went wrong:
What I had planned;
They all wail
And yell and shout,
But its all gone,
The word is out;
And everyone can
See right through,
What you have done
It was not your cue,
You have made,
All the wrong moves,
And now you'll suffer,
For I've got proof.
Was all a lie,
I didn't expect
Your soul to die
But its no use crying
Over spilt blood,
'Cause I know now
It was already crud!
I don't know why
I was so blind,
I didn't see,
What was behind
That face of yours,
That pretty mask
You had on,
I just had to ask;
But I don't want
To think of it now,
For it might make
Me think how,
It all started
This series of events,
How a person
So easily pretends
ASK the ARTIST Interview - ZombiesmileASK the ARTIST Interview - Zombiesmile3 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
In my friends I confideI am a fighterIn my friends I confide5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I live in deviant art
I am a writer
Had it tough from the start.
Though this fight is my fault
Allies are now in sync,
They help me halt,
Help me make viewers think.
But bot-warriors are joining in too,
They'd execute me,
They put me through
More than anyone can see.
Tidal-flower is now on my side,
Come and get me,
I'll still confide
I'll still be free.