Z poradnika dobrego DeviantaZ poradnika dobrego Devianta8 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Z poradnika dobrego Devianta: Jak komentować?</i>
Od kiedy narodził się deviantArt (a było to7 sierpnia 2000 roku), komentarze zawsze miały w sobie coś niezwykłego. deviantArt był jedną z pierwszych tego typu organizacji poświęconych sztuce i to zobowiązuje nas do dbania o wysokie standardy tej witryny. Jako Deviant, możesz odegrać olbrzymią rolę pomagając innym artystom kształcić ich umiejętności, jak i pomóc deviantArtowi osiągnąć poziom, z którego wszyscy będziemy mogli być dumni.
A to wszystko możemy osiągnąć dzięki komentarzom.
Ok., ale jaki to ma związek ze mną? </i>
deviantArt posiada wspaniały system, który powoli traci na znaczeniu, a z tym zanika wartość właściwej krytyki i zmniejsza się zaangażowanie, z jakim artysta podchodzi do komentarza z
frollo esmeralda fanfic. Placed in the year 1482frollo esmeralda fanfic.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Aimer Votre Ennemi (Love Your Enemy)
"Choose me or the fire," said a deep registered voice from a gaunt, tall man with sharp facial features that almost resembled knives.
The man was holding a torch in front of a gypsy girl about the age of 16 by the name of Esmeralda. She was tied to a stake in front of a huge audience to see her execution, where she wore a white dress made of bad quality cotton. The man was a court official, a judge, and he was well associated with the Notre Dame Cathedral which made him a very religious man. He was the most powerful man in Paris and everybody knew it. He wore a long back judge robe with some red and purple that was made from the finest cloth, he also wore a hat that was of triangular shape and also had the same colors. His name was Claude Frollo and he was 36, but he had silver hair and his facial features made him look like he was in his 50's.
"You," the girl s
I loved you and shall alwaysI loved you and shall always5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All I can do now is to lose myself in fairy tales,
Read about the knights and ladies in high towers,
In hard bound books, with happily ever after endings.
Since my life never intended to end like one,
You smashed every little dream when you said no,
No to my love and my care, to my hands and my lips.
Tears litter these pages as I flip through them,
Falling every now and then, over the typed words,
Like raindrops on dried leaves, on an autumn evening.
My heart cries out, even though it was split open by you,
I loved you and shall do always.
what humans do0:00what humans do5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she met him when she was fifteen, stupid, and willing to do anything to get out of her own head. it was winter, new snow sticking to the ground in snowbanks - like a naked blanket, cold on cold with ice. houses were lined up on the streets, chimneys blaring smoke, colors sticking out against the sky's dull grays. cars rolled by, marking the streets all with the same, parallel tracks, like fingerprints with chains attached. thick exhaust fills her senses.
he seemed weird to her. not because of his cocky, laid-back appearance, but because of the complete fresh and virgin ardor he gave her. it wasn't that kind of sense you get when you're born - the average, cliche smell, taste, touch, sight - but when you pass the age of twelve or thirteen.
he was the untouchable, the near-unforgivable. the sweet fruit to adolescence. the thing you taste when you want something new - lips on lips, tongues tying, tugging on piercings - the umph to the skinny jeans, the belt loops
Close the DoorI couldn't get the blood out of my bathtub.Close the Door5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had poured every cleaner I could possibly find, mixing together bleach and ammonia and soaps and draino and mild acids. I scrubbed until my fingers were numb. But still, the spot was there.
The blood had pooled around the drain in the tub and dried that way. It wasn't a bright red puddle anymore, not like it had been when Nikkie's head was still there. It was a dry, crusty brown spot, dark and ugly against the light porcelain of the tub. It was like a rust on a scalpel, a cancer eating away at an otherwise healthy skin sample.
Maybe it was being trapped in that bathroom for so long, scrubbing at that same spot, inhaling the noxious mixture of chemicals until my lungs burned. Maybe it was because I could hear Nikkie's voice, her gentle sigh and sad, resigned words. Over and over again, I heard her whisper.
" Jack, why?"
But that was impossible. Nikkie was dead. I killed her last night.
Nikkie was the best thing that ever happened to me, whic
Damn Hogwarts Rules~~~ Things I Am Not Allowed To Do At Hogwarts ~~~Damn Hogwarts Rules7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. Any resemblence between Dementors and Bin Laden is coincidental.
2. It is a bad idea to slip Professor Snape a powerful love potion.
3. Growing marijuana or cannabis plants is not an extra credit project for Herbology.
4. I should refrain from putting on Death Eater robes, a Death Eater mask and suchlike and go up to Professor Snape, and say, "Dude! Voldemort wants to kill you, he's found out!"
5. I am not allowed to lock Gryffindors and Slytherins in the Room of Requirement and see who comes out alive and who looks like theyve had a right shag.
6. Professor Flitwick's first name is NOT Dobby, no matter how short he is!
7. "OMFG!" is not a spell.
8. I will not refer to Professor McGonagall as 'My Goggly Goo-Goo!" or "McGonalds! McGonalds!"
9. I will not arrange an Aurors meeting in Malfoy Manor OR Nettos!
10. I will not begin Care of Magical Creatures class by singing, 'Can you dance the hippogriff' by the Hobgoblins in a bold voice,
LadiesLadies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ladies are suppose to dress
In flattering skirts
And non-revealing shirts.
Wear their makeup so neat,
A ring on their hand,
And heels on their feet.
To have good manners,
And to be polite,
But also to show great might.
Ladies are suppose to think before they speak;
Selecting only the best of words,
So a waste will not leak.
As should they have great wisdom,
And be caring and unique.
Beautiful as a crystal or as an exquisite antique.
Ladies deserve a gentleman,
As opposites do not attract.
One that completes her,
And takes her on the right track.
All women are suppose to be ladies;
To cherish life as they please,
But the select few is decreasing,
And the women who are ladies are soon none to be.
Glowing In The NightHer baby soft feet finally touched the rugged, green fuzz spread like warm blankets around the tower. Grass. She was finally on the grass. Soft, cool, green blades wiggled up between her toes, tickling her. Her hands flew to her mouth as she gave a quiet giggle, and her wide green eyes eagerly surveyed the ebony night.Glowing In The Night4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
At last she was outside the tower, in the quiet, serene forest; her feet padding against the forest floor. More giggles bubbled from her throat, giddy and happy ones. This was so much fun! She uttered a squeal of delight as a few leaves from a tree gently brushed against her cheek, and she stumbled into a patch of flowers. Smiling, she clutched the lilac bud close to her chest, inhaling its saccharine aroma and closing her eyes in pure bliss.
The moment ended, and she screamed at the abrupt sight that greeted her opening eyes: dark, looming shadows all reaching for her. They grabbed at her hair, and she wailed as they tore at it with their greedy, grabbing hand
HandsHands5 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You alright?" Sam asked him again as he picked up an orange from Bobby's table and peeled it. He settled himself by the window and looked out at the dimming sky.
"I'm fine." Dean was in excruciating pain, but he liked to keep it to himself. Sam offered him pieces of his fruit, but all he wanted was to trudge up those damn stairs and sleep away his aches and pains. He left Sam to his window-watching and pulled himself to the room upstairs, wincing as he pulled the clothes from his body. He lowered himself to his stomach and curled up to the cool refreshing pillow on his hot face. The air from the fan above made him shiver in his thin briefs, but the cool air cleared his head. He dozed on and off for what seemed like hours until he gave up and kept his eyes on the curtains moving rhythmically across the window.
When fingers trailed down his bruised back, he flinched but relaxed into the carefully placed touches against his rough tarnished skin, closing his tired eyes. He honestly couldn
Bye, my loveAs I saw you leave the house,Bye, my love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I felt as if a part of me was gone.
A wound had been made deep inside,
Something that would take lives to heal.
You never looked back and saw me,
Crying the tears of love that seared my face,
The love that you told me you had for me,
The love that was blown away as soon as winter came.
The walls of the house seemed to shrink,
Close in upon this body with a now still heart,
The sounds of your footsteps down the driveway,
Were like sounds of nails being pierced into,
The heart that no longer beats,
Because its only reason to live has gone away.
On WritingTo be a good writer, you have to be a Man. Not just a man, but a Man. I envy the hell out of chicks that decide to write mainstream fiction. Rehash a few awkward or painful teenage memories, chuck your crystallized adolescence into the defroster and pawn it off to Oprah, ba-da-bing, youre a millionaire. Not with guys. Oprah doesnt have your back if youre swingin around a dick. Did you see what she did to James Frey? Jesus. That should teach him to potentially exaggerate any fragment of a story.On Writing8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Writing is easy. Anyone with a superiority complex and a pen is already a writer. But to be a good writer, one of them literary-types who actually sell books, you have to toe the borderline of godhood. You have to eat lightening and shit victory. You have to drink like Hemingway and be at least 70% more bulletproof. You have to be able to chop down a redwood with your knuckles and whittle it into a massive club using only your teeth. The phallic imagery only adds to the m
LitterLitterLitter5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What is that?" Eugene asked from an arm chair in their sitting room, using a rolled up newspaper to point at the slobbering creature that his wife had brought into the castle.
"Remember how Big Nose got married a few weeks ago?" she smiled, sitting on the floor at his feet as the small animal panting, licking her face and wagging its tail.
"Bits and pieces," he answered honestly, the thugs knew how to throw a party even though Eugene couldn't remember most of it.
"Well, they're away on their honeymoon so we're dog-sitting for them."
"Since when did they even have a dog?" he asked, raising his eyebrow at the energetic puppy circling his feet.
"It was a wedding present."
"Who gives a puppy as a wedding present?" his question was interrupted when he suddenly felt something wet and warm on his boots. Looking down he quickly learned that the puppy was a boy puppy.
"GAH!" he shrieked, swatting the puppy with the newspaper as Rapunzel quickly pulled it away. "BAD WEDDING PRESENT! BAD!
I don't know howI could count eighty seconds in a minuteI don't know how4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just seeing you
and they were not enough.
I could look into your eyes more than
a mother could look at her children
and it was not enough.
I could write seventy poems about your smile
and they were not enough.
I'm afraid you laugh.
I'm afraid you lie.
I've been waiting for this for long.
I've tried to show you my heart, my dreams, my soul,
I don't know what else to do.
I don't know how to say it.
I don't know what word to use.
But if you don't love me,
I can't do much.
If you don't feel the sun each time I say your name,
then I can do nothing.
If you think I'm just a friend,
then I can't insist.
I really believed you thought of me
everytime I had to go.
I really thought you needed me so much when you cried,
when I stroked your cheeks.
I thought you were my soulmate,
my dream, my girl, my all.
I might say sixty times 'I love you'
and you wouldn't move a finger for me.
I might give you the sky
and you wouldn't fly over my clouds.
Family TimeFamily Time4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dammit, stop destroying my house, aru!"
China's request was completely ignored by the three tiny countries running around him. Korea had a towel cape tied around his neck and he kept jumping on and off the couch onto a makeshift bed out of pillows. Taiwan had yanked all of the curtains down and wrapped them around herself in a dress-type fashion so she could pretend to be a Chinese princess. And finally, Japan had raided the kitchen and was threading an incredibly long string with pickled plums and radishes hanging on it.
You could practically see the steam floating off of the livid Chinese man. His face was pink with frustration and his fists were clenched by his sides. He couldn't take all the screaming and laughing and running and jumping . . .
"That's it, aru! I give up!" He threw his hands up in the air angrily. "You
one if by paper, two if by seai will compare you to a comparisonone if by paper, two if by sea6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about me just so i can hear you say
"no one's ever said me that before"
i will fold you into an origami swan
and place you in my pocket just so i
never feel alone, never feel unloved.
i will kiss your paper cheeks,
smooth the creases, making a
new crimp. art. manipulation.
i will reform you into an airplane
and toss you into the river. one
more thing: i forgot to fuel you.
i will watch as you pretend
you can evolve into a boat,
and i will watch you drown.
Time is running out...I browse these personals every now and then, hoping that maybe I'll read a message like this from you. It's a hell of a long shot, but I don't know what else to do:Time is running out...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We've worked together over two years now. We've been through a lot and in that time and we've become very close. You're one of the nicest guys I've ever met. You're beautiful on the inside and on the outside. And though I never saw it coming, so I couldn't help but fall for you.
Here's the thing: you (probably) don't know that I'm gay.
You may suspect it, but you've never questioned me on it. To most, we probably act like two straight guys who like to joke around and act juvenile, almost like an older brother and a little brother (me seeming to be the youngest though by age I'm older). But I feel something much more for you. And sometimes I wonder if you feel it, too, or if it is my wishful thinking and imagination.
Straight guys mess around, but I wonder: Do straight guys say or write "I love you" as much as we do, even if
It's Personal. Chp. 4It's Personal. Chp. 45 years ago in Romance More Like This
Just up ahead, Alex could see Dean was pulling into a roadside diner. Looking in her rear view mirror, to make sure she was clear to pull in, she followed.
"Hmm, we seem to be stopping before the half way " She muttered to herself as she parked her car and checked her phone. 11:34 am. "We shouldn't be taking a break until at least 12:30 " Still muttering to herself, Alex nearly jumped out of her skin when Dean ran up and banged on her window.
Turning to face him, she prepared to unleash one of her famous scowls. That plan fell through the moment she saw Deans face. He was grinning so widely, and his eyes looked like they were made of glitter. No, really. Green glitter. Both his palms were pressed flat against her window and he was mere inches from her window.
Rolling her window down, Alex calmly asked what was happening.
"Just got a call from Bobby. He said some group of hunters tracked the shapeshifter down themselves last night
Swisstria--16 A cool feather brushed against the side of his hand and the man looked down, smiling at the inquisitive stare of a pigeon. Austria blinked at the black, beady eyes and was met with a small hooo . . . The bird settles down next to his armcompletely unafraid of the personified countryand gazed out at the sparkling water beneath them.Swisstria--164 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Thank you for keeping me company," the Austrian murmured, turning back to the scenery as well.
He never got to spend much time around animals anymore. Domesticated pets or wildlife held little fear of them, unlike normal humans, but that's not to say they weren't wary. The countries and the animals within them held respect for each other and whenever they came in contact the two usually coincide or go their separate ways. A couple more pigeons began to gather at his feet as he leaned against the bridge railing.
You Slept Through The Alarm Again - Little AubadeIf, perhaps, you had turned at that momentYou Slept Through The Alarm Again - Little Aubade4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and your hair had caught in your fingers,
the straw being fed into the spindle, struck
by the high, thin light of first waking, the whorl
of a single line descendent from the sun, born
watery from the gap below one velveteen curtain,
all of it staining over gold and dusty and slow,
the edge of your mouth might have met the edge
of my mouth, narrow gaps both without attention
openingif, perhaps you had turned again,
your hand could have met the curve of my neck,
your canvas rough fingers tying knots of my hair
and I would have sighed, thick spreading in your ear
like the light itself learning to speak in tongues
you might understandif perhaps you had
opened your eyes, squinting, eyelashes caged
together, it all would have been edgeless and bright.
Swisstria--19 The theatre was buzzing with excitement, filled to the brim with people and countries of all sorts. Switzerland spotted his sister and went to take his seat by the aisle, which was about eight rows back from the front and on the right side section. Pretty good seats with a nice view of the stage considering the short amount of time Austria had to arrange for them to come in the first place. France squeezed past him and Liechtenstein to sit two seats away from the girl, an empty one in between them. Switzerland was quite grateful for that.Swisstria--194 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He glanced over to his sister and caught her twisted around in her seat, chatting with the Icelandic boy seated behind them with Sweden. Thankfully, Norway and Denmark were seated a few rows farther back. The blonde turned around, slinging an arm over the back of his seat to stare at the silver haired boy, catching his attention instantly.
Iceland gulped, forcing
From Hell to HeavenIt's been three months, one day, twenty hours, and forty minutes since I lost something so precious; since he ripped out my heart and left.From Hell to Heaven5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I've been in Hell for three months, one day, twenty hours, and forty minutes.
August 16, 1986 is a day that will forever haunt me.
It was around 5:30 when he showed up at my door, looking dull and worn. The freckles splattered on the bridge of his nose and cheeks seemed duller than usual; maybe that's because of the shadows that played across the room and made his eyes look dark and sunken in. My first instinct was to reach out and envelop him because of the week spent apart. The way his body fit into mine made everything feel perfect. I could have held him for forever.
"Patrick..." he murmured. His higher than normal tone, and timid sad laugh sent a wave of panic through me.
"Don't..." I said. Pleading; pathetic. I knew something was coming next. I knew that my life was going to fall to pieces.
"No..." I plead,
ExhaustionTempted to give in and fall into the abyssExhaustion7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wondering what it would be like to give in to this
Feeling of exhaustion through out body and mind
If we did what would we find?
Can we hide here in the dark?
Would we lose what sets us apart?
Or would we find something else
A different part of ourselves
Its so tempting to just let go
Loosing the will to still say no
To live in constant hibernation
Its such a strong temptation
To cut ourselves off them everything
To distance ourselves from anything
To let ourselves become numb
To let ourselves succumb
migraine coloured firecrackersfire worksmigraine coloured firecrackers5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Job #1: Roman Candles.
When in rome, do as the romans.
so i guess i should learn italian.
fuochi d'artificio, according to google.
speaking of candles, what ever happened
to that spark between us? oh, wait, that's
right. there never was one. too much wind.
Job #2: Constellation Masquerade.
Pretend to be falling stars:
famine hoax smoke cackles
blinding bright lights. noise,
a lethal amount of decibels.
headache. just like job #3.
just like you. go ruin some
other night sky. your face:
its camouflaged existence
haunts me in every way.
Job #3: Nostalgia, Honey.
I have not once thought about you since,
well, that dream the other night. Besides
that, I have tried to forget about you, yet
Independence Day brings no freedom for
my mind & memory. Because you remind
me of this day & I blame past presidents.
why must you celebrate your
death when i'll never know
Happy Canada Day BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!Happy Canada Day4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Canada groaned and rolled over, blindly smacking at his alarm clock. When the beeping continued, he grudgingly opened his blurry eyes so he could press the 'OFF' button. I thought I didn't set my alarm last night, he thought groggily. Confused that the beeping had not stopped, he glanced at the glowing red numbers to see that it was almost 3:30pm in the afternoon. Jolting upright in bed, he fumbled around for his glasses, dropping them on the floor before finally succeeding in putting them on along with a pair of sweatpants.
Still hearing the beeping, he got quickly out of bed and went over to the window. Blinking against the harsh sunlight as he tied the drapes apart, Canada looked out and saw a beautiful day. The sky was a bright blue with a speckling of fluffy white clouds and the trees were swaying gently to an invisible breeze as birds flew from one to t