The first day they met part 3"Umm... M-my name i-is Mog-gin could you h-help me get untangled?" Mogin finally sputtered. She was deathly afraid of this odd looking figure above her, but she very well couldn't just ignore him since she was tangled. Though, he didn't seem to take notice to her plea for help. Worry steadily growing inside of her, she noticed he seemed to be staring down at her feet. She looked down and tried lifting them to see them better. They lifted a little, but quickly stopped as a part of the ribbon became taunt. From what she could see, there was nothing wrong with them at all. She wiggled her toes a little and tried again.The first day they met part 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"H-hello? My name is " she stopped herself as suddenly the figure slowly knelt down at her feet and started reaching out a hand for them. That's when she noticed the man was only a boy of her age, and relaxed some. In relief she stretched some, wiggling her toes a little more with trying to get comfortable. Though for some reason he didn't start untangling her, b
Catching Art Theives Guide 2Catching Art TheivesCatching Art Theives Guide 23 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Guide 2 of ? Talking To Them
Hey! Invader-Roxas here! I'm here to give you another part of my part-by-part packaged guide on how to catch Art Thieves. I know lots of Deviants out there dedicate some of their own Deviant careers to stop the madness, and were all doing what we possibly can! But, here is a guide to help you with some new tactics, and other things you may need help with! Enjoy!
Part 1: How To Talk To Art Thieves
Ok, now I know a lot of people talk to the art thieves to let them know that their "Art" is stolen, and needs to be taken off Deviant ART. But lots of times, I've seen the wrong example of talking to them. I'll get to that later, but now let's focase on HOW to talk to them.
Here are some common conversations you may have with an Art Thief; I'll show what they say, and wha
Twilight+Maximum Ride funnyTwilight/Max RideTwilight+Maximum Ride funny6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Max and Fang are at the park.
Max: I love you fang.
Fang: well duh! You love me thiiiiiiiiissssssssss much!!!!
Max: (thinking) going to kill you going to kill you.
Bella: do Dee Dum eddie-poo?!!?!?!? Are you here?
Edward: belly-poo where are you?????
Fang and max: eddie-poo? Belly-poo? What kind of world have we come into?????
Bella: oh, eddie-poo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OME!! I missed you!!!
Edward: I missed you too, belly-poo!!
Max: Were not gonna end up like that.
Fang: no. Were not. But lets try it once, for good measure.
Max: okay fangy-poo!!!!
Fang: okay Maxi-poo!!!!!
Max: well the flock must miss us, fangy-poo. Wed better get going.
Bella: no! Come with us!!! We have cookies!!!
Max: but I dont want cookies! I wantz a muffin.
Fang: yeah!!!! Muffins are better then your stupid cookies!!
Bella: Well Angel, Gazzy, Iggy and Nudge are already at our house eating homemade Choco chip cookies.
(Max starts drooling)
DO's and DON'Ts of OCsDOs and DONTs of Creating OCs.DO's and DON'Ts of OCs6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I'm not a brilliant or fantasmically talented writer, but I know a decent OC when I see one. Or at least a non-crappy one.
I think we know how this works. Here we go
1. DO Try to vary your OCs personalities. In the real world, if everyone had the same awesome, flawless character, life would be mind-numbingly BORING. Also, not everyone is nice/horrible/depressed/energetic all the time. (Unless, of course, you want to use that as a flaw.)
2. DONT get too hung up on making profiles for your characters. Profiles are for procrastinators who want to make a fantastic character without getting started on the actual story. I was guilty of it too, before I realised how boring filling out the same form over and over again was.
Try describing them in the story, THEN make notes to help you remember stupid boring details like their star-sign and eye colour so you dont accidentally change them halfway through the st
The first day they met part 1It was a beautiful day, and Mogin was going to go on her regular walk to the woods to see what she could catch this time. Mogin was a beautiful and fluffy Nekomimi, with a poofy white tail, long white ears, and long flowing blond hair. She was also still very young, nine years old even. Even with her being a child still, she was very well kept like all the older Nekomimis were. Her mother made sure of this, and taught Mogin everything she knew about staying beautiful. Even with all of this teaching though, and being told not to go out 'hunting' in the woods as it'd get her dirty, she did so anyways every day because she enjoyed it most of all even if she never caught anything.The first day they met part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today she wore her favorite buttoned shirt that came down to about her knees. It was a shirt that her grandmother gave to her when she was first born. When she finally fit into that shirt, she'd be allowed to marry whoever she wanted and start her own family. She loved the thought of being a
The first day they met part 2Ace was probably lost again, but didn't want to admit it to himself. He was only three years older then Mogin, twelve years old. He wasn't a Nekomimi like she was though, but was a different breed all together. He was a Inumimi, and they usually tried to keep their distance from their feline counterparts. It's not that they didn't get along; it's just that the young ones still seemed to have that slight air that they should be afraid of each other. He wore his usual black jacket that went all the way down to the ground. It had pockets to fit anything and everything, and belts to help keep everything in place on him. He wore his favorite black boots, as well as a pair of black pants. It wasn't the best choice for being in the sun, but it didn't seem to bother him to much. He had dark blue hair, but blond ears and a blond bushy tail that usually wagged as he walked. Now though, it was down in a worried fashion, because he didn't really know where he was going.The first day they met part 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He had left his
It Didn't Reach The Ground...It Didn't Reach The Ground...5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It doesn't even reach the ground...
The snow just slowly falls around.
It was beautiful, I had to admit,
But it just didn't seem to fit.
The way it fell down in the south;
It didn't even reach my mouth.
It then melted into rain
And I was sad; Left in pain.
A silly thing to be sad about,
But I have never seen the snow throughout.
The first time my eyes set sight
On the rain and snow falling in the night.
Disappointment ran through my veins
And I was just left to hate the rains.
For they expertly wash away everything.
The snow; Something I have never seen.
I despise it when it betrays me so,
For it's melting what I don't want to go.
Now, It's stopped snowing and I go forth,
Yearning to go on straight to the North.
Somewhere where there's everything
And only to the rain, I don't have to cling.
I do love them, Ihonestly do
However I'm longing for something entirely new.
The raven lavenderThe raven lavender3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eyes of a raven
deep and dark, even looking in the lark .
Seeking colors for the kill.
Bleeding ,dripping cool drops of lavender blue.
A Fiddler's Apocalypse"Jeremy! Jeremy, aagh, don't lead them toward me!"A Fiddler's Apocalypse4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Sorry, sorry!" Jeremy yelled back, panting as he tried to focus on playing his fiddle and running backwards, away from the zombies who had begun to notice his music, at the same time.
"Ha! If you can't handle them, comrade, send them over here!" Alik cackled happily, aiming a tiny gun at a group of zombies who had begun to stagger towards Roy and blowing them all sky high with a single shot.
"Alik, stop being such a creep when we're trying to concentrate on not dying!" A new voice, this one feminine, shouted from behind Jeremy. A gunshot cracked from where the voice had originated from, and a zombie that had stumbled too close for Jeremy's comfort went down with a bullet to the head.
Jeremy looked around him and lowered his bow, wincing a little as his aching fingers uncurled from the strings. A slight, dark haired girl came up next to him, holding a still- smoking rifle in her hands and checking around them for any more zombie
The ExcusesTop Excuses I Hear from Thieves and Rule BreakersThe Excuses3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
1.EVERY1 DOSE IT!!!!!111!!!
This one is never well written... Just because other people do it doesn't make it okay. If it's against the rules I will report it. I don't care who you are or who else is doing it. If you give me examples I'll report them to. After all, if crazy people started shooting other people in the face would you start doing it too? Apparently koaumae5918 has seen "Well everyone steals! We're stealing the alphabet!" I've seen this one as well...No. No it doesn't work that way stupid.
2. UR STOOPID. UR A TROLL.
This one isn't an excuse, but I hear it a lot. It's never well written either... Me or anyone else reporting you doesn't make us trolls. We aren't harassing you. We're trying to show you what you've done wrong so you don't get banned, suspended, or reprimanded.
3. You aren't a mod! You can't report me!
DA relies on members to re
Catching Art Theives Guide 1Catching Art TheviesCatching Art Theives Guide 13 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Guide 1 of ? Introduction, To the World Of Art Theives
Hi, I'm Invader-Roxas. I've dedicated part of my DeviantART life to catching Art Theives, Recolors, Scammers, etc. I guess since I've gotten much help from tutorials like these, I should make one myself. I hope this will help you catch the Art Theives that have implanted themselves onto our beloved DeviantART.
Part 1: Their Objective.
Now with Art Theives, each one has their own personal desiers with their "Art", some may be to get lots of notice, to get popularity, and many more. Most of the time, they don't even know what they're doing. Well I guess to start out with this part, I should list some objectives:
~Get Popularity, Pageviews, Fav's, Watchers, etc.
~To do it because they "Don't know how to draw".
~They want to make D
I Know, You Know -CHAP.7--DN-I Know, You Know -CHAP.7--DN-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The following few weeks sucked. I mean really sucked. We arranged interviews with as many of Carter's ex-girlfriends as we could sniff out. Melissa Burnham was happy to help out with names but it was obvious she was disappointed that no progress had been made since I'd last seen her. That didn't help me feel any better.
We didn't learn anything from the exes. We recorded all of the interviews and passed the videos onto L, but he concluded the same. We still scheduled periodic meetings after each new interview. The uncomfortable atmosphere in my office never got any easier. Every meeting would end up in awkward silence, at which point L would then leave and the rest of us would breathe a sigh of relief.
The police officers involved and I were all in unsaid agreement that L was truly unusual. Nobody had said anything outright insulting about him though I'd certainly dropped a few bold comments but there were always a lot of knowing glances exchanged when L was aroun
A Guide to OCTsOriginal Character Tournaments are all over deviantart and keep growing in popularity, but not everyone knows what they are or how to participate in them. Since they're hosted by individuals and not actually affiliated with the website itself, there are no guides available to help explain how they work. Hopefully, this FAQ will be helpful to anyone looking to get involved in OCTs.A Guide to OCTs5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
What is an OCT?
OCTs, or "Original Character Tournaments" are contests held here on deviantart in which you can pit your original characters against other people's characters in a comic-style battle-royale. To put it simply, it's a cross between an art competition and a storytelling contest.
OCTs can be hosted on someone's account, or they can have a tournament account of their own. OCTs are usually open to anyone with a deviantart account, although some are invite only. Information about who is eligible to audition will usually be clearly stated s
Art ThiefYou have found meArt Thief3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Beautiful and free
Nothing protecting my innocence
From the likes of a thief
My creator has no knowledge
Of this horrible action
So many lovely comments
Aren't you disgusted with your satisfaction?
All the people have finally noticed
Their attention is now focused
On restoring that art, to the rightful owner
That once loved person, a loner
Long. Distance. Romance.The distance may be great.Long. Distance. Romance.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And all we have is the phone.
We may stay up extremely late,
But we know our fate is full known.
Because I love you and you love me.
I know we'll be together again soon.
Being with you is all I think about, baby.
And fate still rings that beautiful tune.
I get butterflies in my stomach,
Just at the mere thought of you.
You know, you left me awestruck?
But texting or talking will have to make-do.
And I'll also keep dreaming of us,
Until we can see each other again.
I'll always love you forever, I promise.
Distance may be great, but it can't win.
Broken Wings p3Broken Wings p38 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Hope's head shot up, her ears pricked forward. "What?!"
"Did I stutter?" Clayton chuckled. "Come on, kid, we're moving out. It's too dangerous to be here anymore."
It had been a week since the encounter with Kari and Jack, and the black-with-flames wolf had become more and more jittery each day. He sensed something, Hope could tell. But what? What could make a powerful brute such as him afraid? The only thing Hope could think of was the mysterious 'Agency' he had mentioned earlier. And if the Agency was big and powerful enough to scare Clay, Hope could only imagine what they could do to her.
Her wounds weren't fully healed, and there were scars all over her body. Scars that would never leave her, ever. Scars on her heart. Those seemed to be more then the scars on the outside of her, a lot more. She groaned as she limped beside Clayton, who had slowed his pace for her. Still, he took long strides, and for every step that he took, Hope took four.
Clay looked over at her, c
Funny PoemRoses are redFunny Poem7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and so are you
but the roses
the sugar bowls
and so is
Super Parent My daddy is stupid. That's what mommy says. He would work all day and when he came home, he watched TV with me for one show, then went to bed. On days off, he either worked on his computer or on his car. I tried to help, but that ended quick when I spilled coffee on his pants and accidentally dropped a wrench on his foot. I only wanted to be with him more.Super Parent6 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
One day I even got up real early to see him before he left for work. He read the newspaper while I told him about a gamma ray burst that I learned from the science channel.
When I said, "It looks like there is two suns in the sky."
He said, "That's a shame," and flipped a page in the paper.
After he drank his coffee and told me to get his
My MuseMy muse decided to kidnap me today.My Muse6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He stole me away and made me his slave.
At the computer, I type faster and faster,
Half-expecting my words to become a disaster.
But my muse sits beside me and whispers so clear
Every syllable which he desires to appear.
His ethereal form leaves no way to be heard,
Save my lacking translations, word for word.
He disappears often, flighty at best,
Giving me ample time to rest.
But his lengthy outings leave much to be desired
As I wait and I wait to once more be inspired.
Involuntary servitude becomes apparent
As I stare out the window, completely transparent.
He said hed be back a mere two days ago...
But when it comes to my muse, you cant really know.
When he returns, I am defiantly abstinent,
Until he mentions fresh ideas he found in my absence.
Hypnotized by the promise of new notes to sing,
I fall hook, line, and sinker for the same old thing.
America x Blind!Reader .:Eyes Closed:. Part 4America x Blind!Reader .:Eyes Closed:. Part 42 years ago in Romance More Like This
Your mom tied the string to your black-and-white bikini firmly, making you wobble a bit.
"Are you sure you want to go, ______?" She asked a little nervously.
"Yeah mom, (bf/n) is going to. She'll help out." You let out a small 'hmph'. Your mom was always overprotective whenever you left the house to a place other than school.
"Alright, have fun. Stay out of any pools or waterslides with a deep one at the end." She kissed the top of you head and you heard her footsteps recede down the hall.
Feeling around your bed for your cover, you pulled it over your head and extended your arm out to the wall to leave your room. Unfortunately your pride got the best of you in these types of situations.
You refused to get a seeing cane. It would be humiliating, and from the description and feel of them you thought they wouldn't help much more than your arm.
Also, you had been offered to go to a school especially for kids with physical disabilities that was in your area. It sounded great at first, but
Hey Delilah - Stalker Remix -Hey There DelilahHey Delilah - Stalker Remix -7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What's it like in New York City?
you've got a restraining order on me
It makes me feel quite shitty,
Yes it do...
No one can do that 'cept for you,
You know it's true.
Hey There Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance,
I have got a long-range camera
And it really makes the difference,
Close your eyes...
Turn on the lights now, look, SURPRISE...
I'm by your side!
*Hoe, it's what you do to me
You hoe, I've got an STD,
Hoe, it's what you do to me
You hoe, I've got an STD,
I've got an STD
Hey There Delilah
I know times are gettin' hard,
I'll beat up all of your new boyfriends,
Smash their heads with this guitar...
We'll have it good...
I'll have you like I knew I would,
My aim is good...
Hey There Delilah
I've got so much left to say!
Why are you looking so damn frightened?
Why are you making haste away?
You'll make me cry...
You'd have me committing suicide,
That's on your life.
A thousand miles seem pretty far,
But I've got spies in planes and cars
I'd follow you i
YouYou4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do you know how much I want you,
How anxiously I miss you.
How much is there to go without you and how my heart beats because of you.
It's like the way my heart grows,
With each moment I am with you.
Just there's never enough in lonely moments when I am not with you.
But I know how much you love me too,
How there's tomorrow for everything.
Yet your smile alone makes me think of nothing else but you.