Okami vs OkamidenOkami vs Okamiden5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Okami will forever be one of my most cherished videogames in my collection. There were so many aspects to be admired--a huge map that could be roamed around freely, giant intimidating bosses that actually required effort to defeat, and a unique and absolutely beautiful design.
As an artist, the entire watercolor/ink painting feel of the graphics is what really made the game win my heart. Even as you play, you are literally granted the power of a brush. You paint symbols directly on the screen that represent elements or attacks that may be used outside and inside the battlefield.
Of course, you're given a variety of weapons as well. Each one you find or purchase is a work of art in itself. They're all different in their own way and look magnificent. You have your choice of Rosaries (beads), Glaives (swords), and Reflectors (mirrors). Other than the looks, the performance of each weapon is slightly different but they're all quite balanced. Reflectors are swung around in a circular motion
Llamas with Hats Human AdaptedLlamas with Hats Human Adapted5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Carl, there's a dead human in our house!"
My best friend-and roommate-Carl, was in the kitchen, doing the dishes, which was odd, because Carl never did the chores.
He shuffled over and poked the dead body with his foot. "Oh...hey...how did he get here?" Blood was pooling on the floor, from multiple stab wounds in the dead man's chest.
His lying tone was obvious. I stared at him, alarmed. "Carl, what did you DO?!"
He waved a hand nonchalantly. "Me? I didn't do this."
"Explain what happened, Carl!" I said angrily. These kinds of things seemed to happen whenever I went out...
"I've never seen him before in my life!" Carl protested.
"Why did you kill this person, Carl?!"
"I do not kill people. That is..." he couldn't help glancing back towards the kitchen. "That is my LEAST favorite thing to do."
I sighed. "Carl, tell me exactly what you were doing before I got home."
He frowned and shifted
The Broken BottleThe Broken Bottle5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
By hiding we are making sure that none could ever hurt us, find us, scare us to the point of retreat. Now when I say retreat I don't mean physically beating us back, or even making us pull back into ourselves. When I speak of retreat in this aspect I refer to actually making us so scared that we can't move back. We become so frightened of any kind of minor change any kind of stress. This will break us.
You know us.
You know what we are, but you don't know that you do.
We are the ones that you can rely on to always be there, the ones you can fall back on, the ones that fight back for you when you can't anymore. They stand up for you when you are too shocked or upset or even angry to act. We don't ever appear broken, we don't appear scared, we don't appear like there could ever be anything wrong.
You might ask us what's wrong when we let our masks slip, but we insist we're fine. Most of the time you believe us, those times you don't, those are the times we have truly fallen. We
A Kiss of SidheA Kiss of SidheA Kiss of Sidhe6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the amber rush of autumn glow
down mossy paths through crimson groves
the fireflies like faeries float
Her footsteps faintly lead on
Through pinion seeds of cottonwood
That dance with leaves from thinning hood
of canopy brushed gold and blood
She calls me deeper within
An arbor lined in Ash and Thorne
hides a witching well and cup of horn
in loneliness, her whispers mourn
and beckon me to drink
She presses chalice like a kiss
Indulgently, I take a sip
like nectar from her honeyed lips
Ambrosia coursing within
With glossy eyes and sinking feeling
The cup spills blood and sends me reeling
The maiden fae shown beast unseele
And I her blooded consort
She calls Wild Hunt and bids me ride
into the nightmare, by her side
with hounds of hell, and her my guide
Forsaking the mortal world
OneshotHe had been liking her for as long as he could remember. Not that she ever seemed to notice, of course. She always seemed to ignore anything to do with the green skinned male. Truly, she still held a grudge against him for taking away something she had worked for her entire life. Usually, if she ever had to come in contact with him, she would treat him worse then dirt.Oneshot2 years ago in Romance More Like This
But that didn't stop him from finding her presence to be a relief from reality. He would find himself staring at her from across the room, his crimson orbs opened a little wider then usual. No, she never looked back at him. Yet that never stopped him from gazing at her with a blush sprinkled across his cheeks.
After some time, a big headed boy began to notice his enemy's obvious fondness to the girl that was so intent on pretending he did not exist. At first, he found the whole situation very amusing, and began taunting the alien relentlessly about his crush, which usually ended with the human having a pain in a place th
Chasing AphroditeYou were the key,Chasing Aphrodite4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I the lock,
and her box.
Love was found
but more was inside,
fear and insecurity,
I tried desperately to hide.
Like sweet Daphne,
you fled from the scene.
Lead and gold
splitting our seams.
I gave chase
as you sped out of town.
On that old curve,
death was to be found.
I lost a lover;
into the depths of hell
kneeling in Hades gown.
The tears of my lyre
could not bring her back,
as her memory faded
into the land of black.
OutshinesAs the sun outshines a candle,Outshines8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So the Lord outshines all else;
And lights the way for those who trust Him.
As the moon reflects the sun,
So Christians should reflect Christ;
And honor Him in all they do.
Frankenweenie Fanfiction Chap. 4 Frankenweenie Fanfiction Chap. 4 (Nassor's P.O.V.)Frankenweenie Fanfiction Chap. 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He is here now. Uncle Ardeth. He came swiftly at night. No one heard him come, but all the sudden he was here, silent as death itself. Many would find him hard to talk with, for he is indeed very strange, but I find that I have learned much from him already. His exhibit at the museum opened on a Saturday. I told my parents I was going to visit the tomb of Colossus to contemplate my life (Thankfully I was able to re-mummify Colossus after a horrible incident with Toshiaki's "pet" that I do not wish to recall.) because I knew they wished for me to not be anywhere near the exhibit. May the spirit of Colossus take pity on me for the awful lie I have told. I will pay a fitting tribute later.
Uncle Ardeth received me at the exhibit with great pleasure and told me he was sure Colossus would look down with great fortune on my lie, for Uncle Ardeth was certain that if I had not come he would not h
Frankenweenie Fanfiction Chap. 2Frankenweenie Fanfiction Chap. 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Frankenweenie Fanfiction chap. 2
His parents were fighting again. It did not bother Nassor very much anymore. He had grown used to it. They fought about a lot of things, but mostly about family. His father, Herman Karloff was always inviting his relatives to stay when they were anywhere nearby. His mother, Mary Shelley Karloff did not appreciate this. In her mind, Herman's relatives were a bit too strange for her taste and she wanted to keep them away from Nassor because she did not want him becoming as strange as the rest of the Karloffs. And now he could hear them again, passing his room and going down the stairs, their voices raised.
"Herman I don't want to hear another word about it. Of all the people in the world, why Uncle Ardeth?" His mother was obviously very disturbed by the thought of this Uncle Ardeth, and this intrigued Nassor.
"He's coming all the way from Egypt, the least we can do is give him a place to stay. Besides, he'll probably be busy. He's bringing ancient Egyptia
Don't Talk To Me "I'm sorry," I said, and meant it.Don't Talk To Me4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She nodded, her expression unfathomable. "Me too."
There was a long pause.
"Just two days ago," I said quietly, avoiding her eyes, "we couldn't even be in the same room without going for each other's throats."
She turned away. "Yeah," she admitted. "But look at us now."
I continued, "And just two months ago we were the best of friends. But look at us now." This time I looked directly at her, smiling mirthlessly.
"But look at us now," she repeated. Her voice was bitter.
I didn't know what to say. We both stood in silence for a while, pretending to listen to the babble of subdued voices from the graduation party.
"You know," she spoke suddenly, "there's nothing about how life is today that I'd have predicted during our last years there." She
They Say I'm GuiltyOf the nearly eighty female prisoners that had answered my request, I had narrowed my choices down to two of them. The first was a voluptuous, porcelain-skinned brunette that would make my brother drool in seconds. The second was a golden-haired, frail little piece of work, and normally I would have dismissed her during the first round of eliminations, but something kept her there. Maybe it was the way she stared at me with her venomous green eyes, but I couldn't be sure. In any case, I had my two choices set before me, each isolated in separate cells on opposite ends of the jail so that I might observe them more personally.They Say I'm Guilty3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I turned to the prison guard. "What can you tell me about this one?" I was starting with the brunette.
"Number 67," he practically spat. "Don't believe a word she tells you. She's as good a liar as they come."
I wondered at what sort of lies she had told the guard because clearl
You've been on my mind...Quite frankly, you're heavy. Get off.You've been on my mind...8 years ago in General More Like This
Most Perfect Person on dAMost Perfect Person On DeviantArt CertificateMost Perfect Person on dA4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is to certify that I, *your name here*, am the most perfect person on DeviantArt. My perfection and awesomeness really should have been obvious all along, but some people are just too stupid to understand blatantly self-evident truths.
As the Most Perfect Person On DeviantArt, I am entitled, now and forever, to all the provisions in this document. So all you less-than-perfect people memorize the following and behave accordingly. And remember, if you ever disagree with me, I will effortlessly defeat you using any or all of the following THREE AWESOME PHRASES OF AWESOMENESS:
1. Don't judge me;
2. You're not the boss of me; and
3. STFU (or GTFO) troll.
SECTION I: DEVIATIONS.
--Every deviation I submit to my gallery is awesome and perfect, even if my gallery consists entirely of photos of Justin Bieber I stole off the internet.
SECTION II: RULES.
--Rules which were cre
Long-Distance Longing.I kissed every letterLong-Distance Longing.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ever sent,
Trusting that you'd touch
Your lips to them, too;
That we were making love
For the cost of postage.
A Pocket Full of SkyWhen I was young, my father would take me to the highest tower of Notre Dame precisely once a year. It would be cold. Freezing. But we'd stand there, and take deep breaths of air, and peer down, towards the tiny ants of people below. Down, towards the sprawling city beneath us. It was always winter, when we'd go. Always cold. Freezing, freezing. But however cold it was, and however dull and bleary the weather, my father would ask one thing, and one thing only: that we adhered to tradition.A Pocket Full of Sky5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Lucie," he would say, with the fond smile and kind eyes I always remember. "Lucie, my peach. Whatever you become, and wherever your heart and mind leads you, you must always do for me one small, beautiful thing take a handful of the sky, and place it in your pocket. Take a handful of the sky, and remember, always, that your feet need not always be imprisoned to the ground. Anything you could ever wish for, Lucie, can be yours but only if you study hard, and always feel the freedom of t
A vegetarian headline:Cow eats man in self defence.A vegetarian headline:8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Marik Plays TOMEMarik Plays TOME3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Okay, so Bakura told me he’s tired of just sitting around watching me play video games all day. I can’t imagine why… At any rate, he appears to be serious about this (he even made his little stubborn-pouty face) so, in the interest of preserving our evil alliance, I agreed to separate myself from my console for a couple of days.
I never said anything about my PC...
Ha ha ha, I am so wonderfully evil! The fluffy fool cannot possibly begin to imagine that I am really still playing video games behind his back! Well, technically it’s more like an online RPG, but my plan is still SUPREMELY EVIL. That’ll teach him who really wears the leather pants around here.
Hmm, let’s see… This T.O.M.E. game is supposed to be some kind of virtual-reality-type-thing… I don’t really know how it works, but it reeks so badly of money and arrogance that I’m sure Kaiba’s hologram technology is involved. Although it really doesn’t have a
Self-DestructPairing: Malik/BakuraSelf-Destruct4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Warning/Disclaimer: Tiny bit of violence, little-to-no swearing. YGO franchise belongs to whoever it belongs to, but the plot is mine. Also, Malik=hikari, Marik=yami.
After he first looked in the mirror since acquiring his own body, Bakura methodically shattered every reflective surface he could get his hands on. To see Ryou's body double instead of the man he had once been was too much. This skinny, frail thing couldn't be himit was a mockery, the pharaoh's newest knife to stab and twist in this smooth, new, pale skin.
Malik came home to him slumped on his knees in front of the TV, watching the news, blood oozing from his cut-up hands. As he grabbed the first-aid kit, he said simply, "Welcome to my world."
He never considered himself crippled not by his life underground, or by the scars on his back. If anything, he was stronger for what had been done to him, and he would be damned if he couldn't prove it. There was a poo
Llamas With Hats 2 [Human Adapted]I watched the burning ship sink on the horizon, then turned to my roommate, who was sheepishly grinning at me. "Carl, what on Earth was all that?"Llamas With Hats 2 [Human Adapted]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm not sure what you're referring to," he said innocently.
"You sunk an entire cruise ship, Carl!"
"Are you sure that was me? I think I would remember something like that." He sat down on the floor of the lifeboat we were in, crossing his legs and looking up at me.
I crossed my arms. "Carl, I watched you fire a harpoon into the captain's face." I didn't even know how Carl knew how to fire a harpoon!
"That sounds dangerous."
"You were head-butting children off the side of the ship!"
"That, ah, must have been horrible to watch." Carl's expression said different--he looked like he was enjoying this.
"And then you started making out with the ice sculptures!" I cried, exasperated.
Carl smiled, as if in doing this, he'd been doing a great service to society. "Thank god that the children weren't on board