Chasing AphroditeYou were the key,Chasing Aphrodite2 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.
A Kiss of SidheA Kiss of SidheA Kiss of Sidhe4 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
OutshinesAs the sun outshines a candle,Outshines6 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.
Lycanthropes - Variant MorphsHunterLycanthropes - Variant Morphs3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Hunter is the most common lycanthrope variant morph. They resemble the classic "man-wolf" of Hollywood, though they're really no more hideous in appearance than the average gray wolf. They stand anywhere from six to eight feet in height and sport an impressive physique; the average Hunter is three to four times as strong as the average human. They are capable of bipedal and quadrupedal movement, running on four legs or two. Hunters sport wicked fangs and retractable claws that are capable of tearing through metal. Like mundane wolves, Hunters (and all variant morphs for that matter) have an inner fur coat that is basically beige while the color of their outer coat can vary tremendously. Sometimes the fur color will be the same (or some approximate) of the lycanthrope's hair in his or her human form, leading to werewolves with blonde or red fur. Other times the fur coat will closely rese
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]1 year 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
Most Perfect Person on dAMost Perfect Person On DeviantArt CertificateMost Perfect Person on dA2 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
The Broken BottleThe Broken Bottle3 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
Llamas with Hats Human AdaptedLlamas with Hats Human Adapted3 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
A vegetarian headline:Cow eats man in self defence.A vegetarian headline:7 years ago in Humor More Like This
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 Sky3 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
Monogamous Yu-Gi-Oh Ship ListThis is an ongoing project that is open to contributions.Monogamous Yu-Gi-Oh Ship List2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Please read the description before critiquing or asking questions.
Generally Accepted Shipnames
Admireshipping - Kotsuzaka x Mokuba
Adoptshipping - Gozaburo x Seto
Adviseshipping - Priestess Aishizu x Mana
Agileshipping - Anzu x Vivian
Airshipping - Thief King Bakura x Priest Shaada
Akinshipping - Sugoroku x Ryouta
Anagramshipping - Priest Karim x Marik
Angelshipping - Rafael x Ryou
Angstshipping - Marik x Ryou
Anruishipping - Shaadi x Yuugi
Antagoshipping - Yami Bakura x Seto
Supreme Antagoshipping - S0 Kaiba x Yami Bakura
Apparishipping - Roba x Kotsuzaka
Apprenticeshipping - Mahaado x Mana
Aptshipping - Hiroto x Isis
Aquaintanceshipping - Hiroto x Roba
Ardentshipping - Hiroto x Shizuka
Argenshipping - Pegasus x Ryou
Arrogantshipping - Seto x Mai
Artichokeshipping - Yami M
45 Facts I Bet You Didn't Know About Black Butler1. In episode 17, when Undertaker is in the pot of salt, Sebastian holds his handkerchief to his nose. This implies demons have an aversion to salt, whether it be rock salt or just salt in general. This wouldn't be such an outrageous statement, seeing as some other shows, movies, and books (ex. Supernatural) say that salt is good for keeping demons at bay by sprinkling a trail in front of doors or windows to keep them out of a house.45 Facts I Bet You Didn't Know About Black Butler1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
2. Sebastian is based off of a French inquisitor (noble, officer running a certain part of an area). How? "Sebastien" lived in 16th century France, and was most famous for his books on demon possession and classification. His books are still somewhat used today.
3. In the most recent manga arc as well as other times within the manga, Sebastian is seen wearing rosary beads along with his teacher outfit. Whether this be of arrogance or not, this shows that Sebastian is not affected by many "holy" things (ex. Rosaries, holy water, etc.).
4. St. Sebastian of M
Him and HerThey walk ahead of meHim and Her5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
almost holding hands,
a puffy red heart almost suspended
above them in a conjoined dream cloud,
and I almost stab it with my cigarette,
send it sputtering and whining into the night.
Tomorrow while I'm taking out the trash
I imagine each of them will be dictating
love letters to a friend, each planning their ascent
and subsequent colonization of the other:
she'll teach him to wear deodorant more often,
take off his socks before they go to bed,
while he'll convince her Hemingway is a saint
and Emily Dickinson is Martha Stewart.
While I'm rinsing off a spoon, running the garbage disposal,
they'll be on the phone together, waltzing and necking
in the darkness of speech, holding hands, swinging trapeze
on the telephone lines.
They walk ahead of me, each
swirling and swooning, tumbling into
and filling the other without touching.
He is the Atlantic, vast and dark,
she the Pacific, easy and warm.
I am Lake Owens
or Lake Ossipee perhaps.
Perfectly good water,
if she were any more tomato she'd be blueberryxvii.if she were any more tomato she'd be blueberry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to write about how this world of
absolute truth, knowledge, and solid food
that which we hold high between two fingers is always
full of watery applesauce and little white half-truths.
and about how utterly strange
it is that all the simple things that people
write about on pages are, in reality,
very few and far between.
and i want to write about how there is
peace and war and
poverty and treasure and
cruelty and sometimes,
i want to write a poem about why the hell i'm wasting
my time writing poems when i could maybe
actually be doing something productive
or contributing to society or
and i want to write about why there aren't
nearly enough apple trees that grow
in dark moldy closets or underwater
or on the sun or inside craters of the moon
or in the desert or in the deep winter.
because god knows those places
need them now mor
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 Guilty1 year 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
Okami vs OkamidenOkami vs Okamiden3 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
Don't Talk To Me "I'm sorry," I said, and meant it.Don't Talk To Me2 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
Is It Love?If I hugged you,Is It Love?8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?