Mad Hatter Top Hat eBayMad Hatter Top Hat eBay3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Just wanted to tell everyone that the Mad Hatter top hats in my dA Gallery is now on eBay!!!! There're currently 2 hats available, but TIME IS RUNNING OUT!!!! One of them only has 5 hours until the listing will be all gone!!!! The other only has 1 more day! So what are you waiting for?!! Go bid or buy now!!!!! Also, be sure to also check out the other available items on eBay!!!!! There's vocaloid, inuyasha, totoro, alice in wonderland, Brazilian apparel, Turma da Monica comic books in english, jewelry, Havaianas flip flops, and much more!!!
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Alice Cosplay Dress Bid NowAlice Cosplay Dress Bid Now3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
So as some of you may know, I'm selling an Alice Cosplay dress on eBay!!!!! It's very high quality and detailed and it comes with lace fingerless gloves!!! However, the listing time is ending and there's only a little bit of time left!!! Less than an hour!!!!! go bid now!!!!
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Working while Training 'RokuShi'Working while Training 'RokuShi'3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A/N: What would've happened if Roxas accepted Xion's offer of training in 358/2 Days?
"I have nothing else to do in this holiday, so I guess I'll just train." Xion said, looking at the blonde. "I want to show Saix I'm strong!" she said, with a determined nod.
Roxas thought for awhile and decided to agree. What else did he have to do?
And with this word of agreement, events were set into motion for the pair.
"Come on Roxas~" Xion said tantalizingly, "Lets train~ So we can go get sea-salt ice-cream after~"
His eyes lighted up at the idea, and gripped harder on the 'Keyblade', a.k.a. a kendo sword found in the training equipment provided.
They fought again, blocking and attacking. Xion thrusted her kendo sword thinking, "Woah, Roxas is really good! I have to catch up..."
"Ugh, I hate these boots sometimes!" Roxas thinking, parring her next attack, "I'm going to trip, I swear."
There were blocks, near-trips, and misses as the pair fought for the next 30 minutes.
The Wiccan and The FairyThe Wiccan and The Fairy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Wiccan and the Fairy
by: Gabriela I. Berdecia Medina
"Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair
Playing in the wanton air."
-(Love's Labour's Lost, 4.3.104)
The winter snow fell rigorously on the forest; layering sheets of rigid snow ontop of trees, bushes, and flowerbeds. The trees stood quiet and leafless as the bitter December wind blew relentlessly at them. A man emerged out of brutal snow with dark ash hair that draped over his back then swung beautifully against the fierce snowstorm. He came upon a great oak tree that had icy flowerbeds circling around its trunk. The man kneeled down and gazed at one of the frosty flowers then made out a tiny corpse. His crystal ice eyes lingered over the tiny body; her skin was severely frost-bitten, her small lips were a deep blue, her lashes were long and full, her cheeks no longer a scarlet red, her hair was short and was a creamy light violet; that curled and tangled around her neck gorgeously, and her wings stood trapp
An Apple A Day - A Myria LeJean Discworld FanficAn Apple A Day - A Myria LeJean Discworld Fanfic2 years ago in Humor More Like This
The rights to The Discworld and its characters created by Terry Pratchett are owned by Terry Pratchett and his publishers. All copyrights associated with the Discworld belong to them. Only the ideas and original characters in this work of fan fiction are my property. No profit is being derived from this story. Seriously guys, Pratchett is a genius. Go out and buy his books. Pratchett will thank you and so will I.
"Myria are you trying to paint again?"
Myria quickly stepped away from the canvas she had purchased that day. Nearby on the white tabletop sat a single apple, the epitome of appleness. It was red, yes it was. And shiny. There was even a bit of stem with a single green leaf sticking off of it. If one had to look at something and say "hey, now THAT is an apple," this would be it. It practically screamed "Paint me! I am Apple! Hear me er make whatever sound an apple would make."
Myria crossed her arms and dipped her head, leaving a red streak on her blouse in t
Xion's DeathXion's Death2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The dancing people swirled in a collage of colors and patterns. The music was light and catchy, toe tapping in fact. People surrounded the dancers, clapping and cheering for them to keep going. Their faces light up with smiles, glints of happiness sparkling in their eyes. Everybody except Xion, though one would never know the difference. Her smile was hollow, her face a mask to hide her pain.
She did not clap nor did she cheer, only a smile too breakable to stay. Every so often it would fade, leaving her face unrecognizable. Her cheeks would hollow out and her eyes would sink in, her skin would pale far more then it was, her hair looses its beauty, leaving nothing but a scrambled mess. Her nose would narrow and her lips would press down on each other leaving them thinner. This would happen for a quick second, the time it took to blink, and then the hollow smile was back and her face was light up with false happiness.
Her white dress matched her skin, short and simple with a bow in the
Survival of the FittestHear me read itSurvival of the Fittest1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am crack'd. Open to the pit
with the nub and root exposed.
I am silver pierced and punctured
with holes and protruding pieces
of rocked raw wounds rubbed open.
I am barely shattering my lungs
by inhaling the same air as you
even long after your departure.
With a bile-laced smile I pave
and fill in crack and crevices
I am more than disfigured limbs
and disillusioned heart muscle,
scraping a breath down my trachea.
More than the mess you have made.
I hold in my innards, and survive.
Life of a Nobody Chpt. 5: War of DarknessLife of a Nobody Chpt. 5: War of Darkness2 years ago in Settings More Like This
"We have to keep moving!"
The three friends ran away from the castle as fast as possible.
"They're going to catch us!"
"Don't stop now!"
Debris was flying all around them as the darkness crept closer. Without stopping, they ran in-between buildings to escape what was after them.
"Is everyone okay?"
"What about you Ane?"
Kevin and Ramó looked over and saw that Ane was unconscious.
They picked her up and kept running.
"We can't stop Ramó. If we do, then we'll be sucked in with everyone else!"
"But what about our friends? What about Aerith and Yuffie? Cloud and Squall? Cid and Merlin? What's going to happen to them?!"
"I don't know. But I have a feeling that we will see them again someday."
"I'm sorry for dragging you into this. We shouldn't have gone up to the castle in the first place."
"It's not your fault Ramó. That place has been abandoned for years."
"But what about
03-TBA- Why, Why you?...03-TBA- Why, Why you?...4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Broken Angel
Theme Song: Storm is coming
Chapter 3 - Why, why you? - Por que, por que tu?
Mephiles: hast kept me stupid child! He said in a tone of malice.
The evil dark force that vanished hedgehog.
From the mouth of this little blonde fox, the vital fluid flowed slowly crimson, which had been scattered near her brother.
Tails: So ... Sonic ... His voice was almost inaudible ...
Sonic just looked at him horrified.
Tails felt his body too weak, then began to fall and his eyes slowly closed ...
Sonic: T A I L S! !
Sonic to see this, return forces and Tails addressed very quickly, leaving behind the tiredness and pain.
Sonic came within seconds and stopped his fall.
I stare at the face of his friend and began to call him so worried.
Sonic: Tails!, Tails, answer me, please.
Tails began to open her beautiful blue eyes
PlaygroundPlayground2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
BlessingMy father strangled a birdBlessing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
quietly, calm as gravity,
there in the garden. He bent
as if praying to the torqued wing
reddening his hand.
The night hunkered down on the screaming
wildness, on the kicking legs, the abrupt
and awe-filled silence. I watched him
watch the beak open, close,
like rippling lake water.
I loved him, the mercy
of his heavy knuckles, the kindly
He closed the beak like a priest
closes the eyes.
FreedomFreedom3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By Antonio Luiz
The meaning behind it all,
It is in the search of it,
The taste of discovering new things,
New worlds, new cultures,
And still have a lot to discover
It's the reason to why,
Diversity and death exist,
So that a man, never have a reason to be bored,
Before he has the chance to die,
Speak and listen with kindness,
Your truth and the truth of other people,
Even the ones from your worst enemies,
They too have their story,
Don't pretend affection, respect, love or friendship,
Even less pretend smiles, tears, or speeches,
Your hugs, kisses and tears,
Shouldn't be hard to get, nor should they be free to give,
When you can touch the horizon,
Speak all languages,
Tell the stories of life of all wise men,
Know the legends of all tribes
You'll be near the end,
Always be sought,
The meaning of life,
Remember to keep yourself alive,
There's nothing more important than that,
Dare to fly high,
Try hard to be happy,
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is naught
A moon that carries the colour of blood
Shall paint my skin with 'Vinashuka'
I have lost all sense of meaning in this place
There is no where else for my soul to flee
Caught within the whispers of delusory madness
I can only repeat Vinashuka...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th July 2012
RevengeI never laugh.Revenge2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never smile.
I never speak.
I am too 'shy'.
What they did to me,
It was too hard.
I wasn't strong enough,
In my heart, it is dark.
I want to see them bleed.
I want to see them cry.
I want to kill them .
Just let me try.
I'm not that weak,
I can do that.
I tell you what's wrong with me,
I am mad.
It makes me happy,
Happy, too see them cry.
I would just laugh at them,
And show them my insane smile.
Yes, maybe I am insane,
One day I'll kill them.
I show them how it is to suffer,
Who's that helpless child then?
They'll all be dead soon.
And they'll see,
see and regret,
everything that they did to me.
Forever Gone Chpt.1 Pt.1Forever Gone Chpt.1 Pt.13 years ago in Settings More Like This
Chapter 1- A Far Off Memory
Part 1- Surprise
The greatest journey lies ahead. Hold onto your friends, you'll never choose a wrong path.
The pain came before the yelling. Not normal pain. The pain of needles being forced into your skin, and multiple tubes shoved down your throat. Pain of a broken heart and a shattered soul. Bright lights above me all I see are black and white coats, with the silhouettes of those wearing them. Before their faces come into view
I'm sitting in the back of a classroom. Chemistry. Not the best way to start the day. The test is over and the noise of those in the class is killing me. Will it ever end? The dreams are back. They've been gone for two years, and after all of this time why come back now? Not just the people in coats but the boys. Seven of them, if I think about it. I see two versions of them, young and old(er). I can never make them out. I'm not sure who or where they are, but someday I will. As for now, I'll hav
The Artist SyndromeThis work is simply brilliant!The Artist Syndrome1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Says the artist in me.
I'll have it framed twice!
So precious it be...
Says the artist in me,
But what if people hate it?
So precious it be!
I cannot let them take it!
And what if people hate it,
And what if they hate me?
I cannot let them take it
I'll lock it away you see!
And what if they hate me?
A simple lock will not suffice!
I'll lock it away you see.
In a land of frozen ice...
"And that, my dear Mrs. Sutherland, is why I shipped my art homework to Antarctica!"
BullyingStupidBullying1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Do you know your hurting me?
Just stop Already!
you can push me to the limit. See if i care.
I'm gonna pull the trigger, i swear.
Just leave me alone.
my Blood is spilling everywhere and really do you care?
Why should I live if you keep doing this to me?
No one likes you!
What about my parents? what will they say?
it's just rough housing?
Or maybe even, Just ignore them.
But how can you ignore someone if they scream in your face?
Fine I will.
FROM: Dead MollyYou horrible people,FROM: Dead Molly2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What have you done?
You spoke unto me
And ruined my fun.
If you're scared of me
Why follow my path?
The more persistent you are,
The more intense is my wrath.
You can't sync to my rhythm,
What I want, I will take.
You should just ignore me,
For others' and your sake.
I'm nefarious, it's true,
It's my greatest feature.
Blame the man who killed me,
He's my unwilling teacher.
I'll kill him in good time,
But first I'll get my fill.
For the suffering of others
Brings me great thrill.
So don't call me "dear Molly,"
You'll soon feel regret.
So go ahead, sleep...
I won't kill you... YET.
FirefighterI'd always known what I was going to be when I grew up. Not everyone has that kind of clarity at such a young age, but I did. I was going to be a firefighter. I knew it the very first time I watched Fireman Sam - he was my hero.Firefighter1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I couldn't understand why people laughed at me when I told them of my ambitions. Even my father, who'd always been supportive of me before, patted me patronisingly on the head when I told him. "Yes, yes, and your brother wants to be a ballerina," he chuckled.
I didn't understand that. Ricky certainly did not want to be a ballerina. He wanted to be a masked vigilante. I knew because I'd overheard him talking to his friends the other day, but I didn't say that. There were certain things that you just didn't do, and correcting my father was one of them - I'd learnt that the hard way.
Ricky didn't approve of my ambitions either. I told him that he was the one being unrealistic for wanting to be a masked vigilante which wasn't even a real job; he just
LunaticI haven't always been like this. I was pretty normal as a teenager. Moody, rude and inseparable from my Nokia phone and Claire's Accessories bangles. Much to my parents' glee (and my personal chagrin) I didn't do at all badly at school. Three Bs in A-Level English, Psychology and Maths. I did one year of a Sociology degree before deciding I was fed up with exams and packing it in. Six months later, my problems started.Lunatic1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was just shy of twenty, living in a studio flat four minutes from Woolwich Arsenal, with a maxed-out credit card, a library of takeaway menus and a Russian hamster called Mojo Jojo. I was working in the canteen at Belmarsh Prison, dishing up slop to a delightful assortment of Category A offenders. The Puberty Fairy had given me cleavage you could hide a pencil case in, so I was expecting the leery comments from the inmates. What I wasn't expecting was the day one of them bit me.
"That must have given you a real shock. Why don't we talk about it?"
I shrug. The man acros
DesperationYour spine is a secretDesperation1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
my fingers can uncode.
Your vertebrae cracks open,
your secrets are exposed.
I suck out the tender marrow
and scrape flesh off the bone
hoping; if I absorb you
I will no longer feel alone.
An artistAn artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.