The BlackoutIt is another night in the World That Never Was, and the Organization XIII, except Axel who had left for a mission, was feeling bored.The Blackout6 years ago in Fan Fiction
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Who wants to see how many crayons I can stick in my nose? Demyx asked.
Ten, Xaldin replied, stabbing on a leg of the chair where Xemnas is sitting, unbeknownst the Superior.
Who wants to get blind drunk and run around half-naked? Xigbar asked.
We did that to Zexion a month ago, Larxene said.
A drunk Zexion is dancing on top of a table wearing only his underwear and his boots.
I believe a thing called looOOVE! Zexion sang very badly.
Im putting this on Youtube! announced a drunk Xigbar, who tries to catch Zexion now dancing to his song.
-End of Flashback-
Oh yeah, that was fun, Xigbar mused.
And to think he drank only one cup, Saix remarked.
Zexion shuddered from the horrific memory.
I know! We can go to wharf and slug som
5 Reasons to do it the traditional way5 Reasons to do it the traditional way5 Reasons to do it the traditional way3 months ago in Art Features
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Traditional and Digital art are both completely different mediums, able to create the same product. It is possible to paint a beautiful, watercolor-like painting digitally, as well as achieve the cleanliness and color options of a digital piece traditionally. Therefore, using one or the other to express ourselves creatively is, just like many things in life, just an option. People may have personal, sometimes even illogical reasons for using one or the other and that's fine. Today, however, I'm a cheerleader for the "traditional side", and I offer you 5 reasons to do it traditionally!
1. Oh the wonderful smell of art supplies > I'm not talking about the toxic smell that come painting techniques require, of course. Rather about the feeling you get when entering a huge art supply store, touching all those brand new pencils and tubes
Strange Mad EcstasyI can't sleep.Strange Mad Ecstasy5 years ago in Fan Fiction
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It wasn't so much that he wasn't able to as that he didn't dare to. The music Demyx was working on was possibly his greatest composition ever, and if he stopped, even to eat or sleep, he was afraid he'd lose his inspiration and be unable to continue. Five days he'd been working on it without pause, alone in the Hall of Empty Melodies, only pausing to take his hearing aids out when someone - usually Axel or Roxas - tried to get him to take a break, or to put them back on after they left. Selective hearing could be such a gift sometimes. Kept him from getting distracted, when distraction could mean disaster, as far as his work in progress was concerned. He couldn't let himself feel tired, couldn't let himself feel hungry, had to keep working. If he could no longer feel the empty spot in his chest, why should he feel the empty spot in his gut?
Perfect. It had to be perfect to be good enough. Sure, none of the others would probably care if it wasn't - they'd just clap