another kawaii storySo there was this guy and he had guns.another kawaii story4 years ago in Drama More Like This
He shot everyone and they exploded and turned into donuts.
Best poem ever.There was a guy who was different,Best poem ever.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
no one liked him, his views weren't the same.
He going on the internet and starts a ruckus.
Everyone is mad, they rage and blog,
about how this guy, must be an obvious troll.
He's featured on popular sites and blogs,
Facebook and Tumblr to name just a few.
The people point at laugh at his beliefs,
they call him names, poke at his side.
But nothing happens, it was all in vain.
The wonderful life of a human.You guys are all tits.The wonderful life of a human.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The butthurt brigadeso there is this guy who thinks the internet is serious business.The butthurt brigade4 years ago in Settings More Like This
he goes on deviant art, sees someone making stamps about the holocaust and gets totally butthurt.
he types a huge wall of text bigger then the fucking great wall of china.
the butthurt guy gets attacked by everyone in the comments and commits suicide because no one liked his opinion.
My best Novel yetOk.My best Novel yet4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
So there is this guy who is asian.
He goes in the internet and makes a Deviant Art account. The next thing you know, he's getting text raped by trolls. The only people that help him are these retarded knights. The knights eventually turn on the asian guy and the asian guy gets sad knowing that his only friends betray him. Eventually the trolls and knights drive the asian guy out of the internet.
After a week, the asian guy comes back with really thick skin, an unbreakable spine, and doesn't afraid of anything. He shares his opinions on the internet and people accuse him of trolling. The asian guy doesn't really care and continues to do his thing. Then everyone suddenly dies. THE END.
deviantART is a social media site.dA has made some significant changes lately, and I've been reading the comments from both sides of the fence. There are things I like, things I don't, and things I don't like but would like with some tweaking. But let's set all that aside for a moment. There's a complaint that I keep seeing pop up, and it bugs me. It usually goes something like this:deviantART is a social media site.1 year ago in Editorial More Like This
"deviantART is NOT a social media site!"
To be blunt, this is incorrect and displays an ignorance of what social media is. I blame Facebook - it's popularity has highjacked the definition of social media in the public consciousness. A quick Google search gives a succinct definition of the term:
websites and applications that enable users to create and share content or to participate in social networking.
This is exactly what deviantART is and does; promotes the creation of content, provides a platform to share it, and fosters connections. Anything thing else is just fluff.
A more relevant
_winter_snow__winter_snow_12 years ago in Other More Like This
Snow on her tongue
Ice skates and long walks
On cold December nights
Skin molded to resemble snowflakes
Opaque icicles hang from her joints
Frosted lips taste like peppermints
A snow angel lying outside for years
Her frozen breath goes unnoticed
Revised Strike Witches TLSlightly revised Strike Witches Timeline.Revised Strike Witches TL3 years ago in Settings More Like This
753 BC: Rome was founded.
550 BC: Achaemenid Empire was founded in Persia.
525 BC: Darius the Great unifies the Orient.
509 BC: The Roman Republic was founded.
500 BC to 449 BC: The Persian Wars with the Greek states.
431 BC to 404 BC: The Peloponesian War occurs.
334 BC: Alexander conducts his Eastern Campaign against Persia.
323 BC: Alexander survives malaria to conduct his campaign against India.
306 BC: Alexander unites the the Middle East and South Asia to his rule. However, he dies shortly thereafter and his heir [who did not survive the civil war] and his generals fight for the control of his empire. The Alexandrine Empire collapsed soon thereafter.
272 BC: unification of the Italian peninsula by Rome.
264 to 241 BC: First Punic War.
218 to 201 BC: the Second Punic War. Rome defeats Carthage in Zama in 202 BC.
168 BC: The Battle of Pydna occurs.
149 BC: The Third Punic War sees Carthage destroyed by Rome.
60 BC: First Triumvirate rules i
Fisticuffs and love muffinsFisticuffs and love muffins11 years ago in Teen More Like This
Why do you leave when everything has just begun. Your charming smile could get you in anyone's pants. You buy me five dollar daisies and sing in off key notes about love. You're a trickster, a prankster, and I love your laugh. You make me blush when you use your Jedi mind trick to get me to kiss you. oh how I kiss you
We spent all summer drinking lemonade and making love, listening to 80s music and head banging to the beat. I made you dance when you refused you blushed and said you couldn't. You said I'm all hips and hands, I pouted until you laughed and kissed me. oh how you kissed me
I said that you were blonde when you didn't get any of my jokes; you raised your eyebrow and threw a pillow at me. I tried to play fisticuffs but you pinned me to the bed and kissed me all over, stopping in your favorite places to nibble on my pale white skin leaving little bite marks
I hate the way you know all my ticklish spots and use it against me when I'm in a bad mood and you're trying to make me s
Heaven or HellHeaven or Hell4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
There was a poll posted on Facebook, it was simple, all you had to do was click one answer or the other.
You only had two choices.
The question was: "Where do you think you're headed?"
The answer choices were: Heaven, and Hell.
A lot of people picked Heaven and there were people who voted Hell.
This made me sad to know that these people are condemning themselves.
When you say you're going to Hell, you're accepting something that isn't true!
If God set a Satanist free, If God sent his only son to die for us (even when we did not and still don't deserve it), and If God spoke into the darkness and created the light...
Then NOTHING is impossible for him!
The word impossible is a fallacy that hides the truth: I'm Possible!
Don't condemn yourself.
Doesn't matter what you did, God will still forgive you and let you into his kingdom,
you just have to stop putting yourself down all the time
If God forgave Hitler, Sodom, and Osama, yet they blew it, due to them choosing not to accept him and
Dark Souls Fic_Echo Contest EntryLordran, the land of ancient Lords. Once the prosperous kingdom I called home, now a malicious sanctum of evil and sorrow. Locked away within the Undead Asylum I know not of the plaguing winds of change which swept this great land. Treading on its once hallowed grounds once more, the thought of my corpse rotting away till Armageddon come, behind the cold-mossy walls of my cell, seemed a more soothing undertaking. Such is my curse of being the chosen undead.Dark Souls Fic_Echo Contest Entry4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Thou who art undead art chosen, in thine exodus from the Undead Asylum, maketh pilgrimage to the land of ancient lords. When thou ringeth The Bell of Awakening, the fate of the Undead thou shalt know."
The final words of my savior, an undead knight of Astora, whom was also thrown in the Asylum along with those bearing the cursed Dark Sign. Grateful as I am for his aid in my escape, his valor has plunged me into a deeper chasm of woe; in which the mere glimmer of sunlight is a blessing.
As I trod through the former place of my resid
Tribute to Brian JacquesTo Brian Jacques.....Tribute to Brian Jacques5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"The best of us all,
Is lost to us.
I feel like I will fall,
And darkness take me.
I yearn for a new soul,
Death take me please.
His life not deserving to be stole.
Would take you had taken me....
I wish I could be united with him, fallen,
His life taken from mine.
I hear the waves of death callen'.
Would that I could join you.....
Brian, oh Brian,
I miss you now,
Brave as a lion,
Strong as the earth.
Goodbye me friend,
I miss you, dear.
Please Death, make it all end.
I need the call of heaven.
Today, my heart in two,
My soul broken.
I will weep for you,
Dear, my dear, goodbye......"
RIP, Brian Jacques, I wish I could've met you.
ChallengesIntimidate the cowards,Challenges3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Inspiring the best.
Sick Cycle CarouselCollapsing to the rubble beneath me,Sick Cycle Carousel5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There is nowhere to flee, no one to call for.
As you edge closer to me step by step
I hold onto myself wanting this all to stop.
Every breath inhaled, ( needed to stay alive )
Brings throbbing aches and haunted memories
Inflicted ... by ... YOU
Pick up the dirt scattered on the ground bellow
Kneel beside my broken form
With your sinful wrenched smile
And throw it into my piercing eyes
No scream shall pass these lips
No tears shall run over these eyes
I shall show no weakness
As my eyes burn and vision becomes distorted
I will stand my ground and face you
Whipping the Earth from my heavy eyes
I brush the tears building aside
Not wanting to give you satisfaction of my pain
You have hurt me enough
Clenching my hands together, shaking intensely
I push off the rubble to stand before you
My body slouched because of you, but I will stand tall
You laughed amusingly at my actions and step towards me
"You cannot hurt me an- "
Wise Words - LimitsThere is no such thing as too farWise Words - Limits5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Too far is the destination set in the mind of its beholder
It is the individual's interpretation which sets the boundary
To meet this boundary; success will be achieved
But to cross it, eternal bliss shall follow.
Wise Words - FriendshipOur friends are chosen by the paths we take,Wise Words - Friendship5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As they cross one another, bonds are formed between
Friendship is built through the words we chose to share with one another and the actions that we take.
As time passes, we become closer to the ones who have befriended us
They become our saviour who will help us in our time of need
But repay the love they send to you, grow to be the friend they desire
Be a shoulder to cry on when they are discouraged; pull them out of the corruption engulfing their lives
Let them be a friend to you, but be the better one to them
Wise Words - PrejudiceJudge me not by actions that have happened,Wise Words - Prejudice5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My past will hold onto me.
I cannot alter what is behind me
But only build on my mistakes.
Look to the manners which follow me now
Base your view of me from this
But do remember one thing:
A man who held onto corruptions before
Can still touch lips with the Holy Grail
When I DieWhen I Die4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I die
Will you sing for me?
When I die
Will you cry?
When I die
Will you send flowers to my grave?
When I die
Will you be brave?
When I die
Will you still love me?
When I die
Will you let me be?
When I die
Will you throw away the ring?
When I die
Will you walk over the land like a king?
When I die
I will always be with you
By your side
And sing to you all day long.
WintertideWintertide5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was like any other winter day, cold and wet. Dark, menacing clouds hung low over the landscape, turning grey to white in their icy downpour. Snow fell like rain, fast, furiously and for a time too long to count. Redwall Abbey's walls were not their normal rosy sandstone, but they were desaturated, cold. Snow gathered over their battlements and in the cracks of the stone. The day was quiet, contrast to the bustle inside the Abbey.
Dibbuns were bouncing off the walls, too excited to be contained. The blizzard had ceased their play outside, so naturally the only place to cause havoc was inside. Hare, mouse, squirrel and molemums chased after them. One particular dibbun, a grey furred otterbabe by the name of Mikal, was running glee fully around Cavern Hole when he was swept off his feet. He giggled, finally being caught. His captor was infirmary intern Ferria Acorntail, so named for the tip of brown on the end of her tail. She looked at the otterbabe, chuckling, "Slow down Mik
Scamper: Dart's reflectionsDart could smell something in the air; rain. The skies had started to cover with thick gray clouds. A cold wind heralded their arrival, and Dart felt a chill underneath his fur. It cut in that deep. A shudder ran down his spine. Must have been a huge storm coming along. Dart had been taught much about the land and how to survive. He had his father to thank for that.Scamper: Dart's reflections4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Father; Now there was a weasel who knew how to survive. Dart barely remembered his mother, seeing as she had died before he was fully weaned. Yet, somehow he had survived. Survival went paw in paw with him. He always managed to survive no matter what was thrown at him. A weasel had to survive seeing as their race was associated with annoyance and mischief. Not that it bothered him; it just came natural.
A crack of thunder boomed in the skyline. Yep, there was a storm coming. In front of him, another book followed; it was a snore. Peering into the den, Dart smiled at the sight. There they were, his family. His mate Scamper s
Life in the Horde Chapter 2Life in the Horde Chapter 26 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Life in the Horde chapter 2
Shawn was with five other vermin, they were outside the camp; they were scouts checking for any woodlanders to steal from. Riptongue was the leader of the small scouting party, Riptongue was a powerfully built rat, and he had pitch black fur and sharp teeth, in his paws he held a large spear, larger then the pitchfork Shawn carried. They looked around the grassy plains that they were fording in the dark night. Riptongue paused, deploying a hand signal to halt the others.
"oi look." He said pointing to the ground, "I see tracks; dere are squirrels around 'ere"
"What do we do?" Asked a young weasel in the group,
Riptongue sneered, "idjit, I'll tell you what we do, we find dem, and rip dere guts out!"
Shawn gasped, "You mean, we have to kill them, but I thought we were just here to take supplies, not kill anyone."
Riptongue poked Shawn in the stomach with his spearbutt, "do you have a problem with that soldier?"
Shawn gulped nervous
Cold and Dark Chp5Chapter 5Cold and Dark Chp53 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Come on, slow pokes! Don't be all day!"
"Slow poke yourself, baggybottom!"
"Now, young uns, none of that! If'n you scurvy curvs can't behave yourselves, its back to the abbey we go!"
"Ah, Skip, we were only just funnin'!"
Skipper Rorac chuckled, adjusting the knapsack slung over his broad back. Marching alongside the big otter was Marok, a sturdy young mouse, and trailing behind were Rocc, a red squirrel, and Soilburr, a mole.
"Hurr, I baint be able to walk'n much further," Soilburr moaned, rubbing his stomach. "Oi be a-starved from 'unger, Oi be! Burr arr!"
"You can live off your fat for a little while longer," Rocc said without looking at the mole.
Soilburr glared at the squirrel. "Oi'll be gettin' ye for that un!"
It was a few minutes later when the group finally settled on a spot for lunch. Soilburr plumped himself down, relieved to be sitting at last.
Rocc snorted at the pudgy mole. "Don't tell me you're tired already! We still have farther to go!"
"And we'll nev
Cold and Dark Chp3Chapter 3Cold and Dark Chp33 years ago in Settings More Like This
Dernwyn didn't know how he had gotten himself up and left the room. His head was practically drowning in all of the horrible moments he had just lived through. One thing stood out in his mind, though: Zurzak was going to take over his father's horde.
Dernwyn blinked at this. Somehow, for some odd reason, it didn't surprise him... and yet it didn't quite scare him. The young marten knew that his father wasn't... himself, not after Dernwyn's mother...
Memories that Dernwyn had long before buried came back to him; memories of when he had been little more than a babe, out in the woods with his mother on a picnic. Those memories had never quite made sense to him at the time.
Memories of hideous vermin suddenly coming through the foliage, grinning and licking at blades filled the marten's young head... Memories of his mother shoving him away, yelling for him to run, run, run and don't look back... Memories of running, running, running, and not looking back, and then f