Trust"Nope, nu uh. I'm not doing it." David said, crossing his arms.Trust4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"But why not? You do realize that you brought this up, right?" Jesus asked, dragging the question.
David looked at the ground and frowned. It was very idiotic to bring up to Jesus that he did not trust Him...now Jesus was "making" him do a trust fall.
"Jesus, You do know that this is not useful at all...right?" David asked.
"How do you know that?" Jesus asked, smirking.
David sighed and turned around.
"Jesus, that's the thing...I didn't know that you were going to do this...You know that I hate trust falls, the person behind me always drops me. Even after they catch me, they just drop my head after my fall. Remember how I had to go to the hospital because of this stupid stunt?"
Jesus did not seem moved by David's almost convincing arguement.
"Do you want to trust Me or not?" Jesus asked, stretching His arms out.
David sighed frustratedly and turned back around, crossing his arms again.
"How do I know that You won't drop me
Nameless SC 2 fanfic introAll I heard were gunshots. I asked hesitantly into the darkness, "Jim?" The masculine voice I knew so well replied, "It's ok, I gotcha."I recoiled from the bright sunlight as we exited the cave. Opening my eyes slightly, I looked up at my hero and saviour, James Raynor. He looked down at me and smiled then returned his gaze to the ash-riddled surface of Char. I smiled and snuggled in closer to his bulky Marine armour suit. Everything was just so...peaceful. The Zerg had been wiped from the surface of Char, but I didn't feel it. I was Human again, thanks to Jim.Nameless SC 2 fanfic intro5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He carried me for what seemed like an eternity until we reached a dropship, a dark-skinned Marine with camo-patterned armour and a robotic right arm stood there, saluting Raynor with his left. Jim nodded and entered the dropship, laying me on a stiff, white bed in a small room. "Sit tight, darlin', I'll be right back." I smiled at him and nodded. He left, leaving me alone, "And then there was one..." I muttered to myself. I move
My lionAdmittedly, I was a rotten child. I liked to spend my time throwing rocks at stray dogs. No one ever bothered to stop me until the old voice in the alley.My lion7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Why are you throwing rocks at puppies? It was an old man voice, deep and gravelly, so I didnt stop.
Because I want to, old man, I retorted and tried to sound mean. There was no warning before I heard a yelp and felt dirt under my shoulders. I tumbled over and realized the yelp had come from me. I lay on the ground and listened to my heart beat. That old man had pushed me down, and now he would pay. You asked for it! I yelled and grabbed the first rock I laid hands on, then jumped up to face him.
At first I could only see stars. Then I saw the lion. He was sitting like a giant cat, and his tail twitched around behind him.
Dont eat me! I yelled on instinct and dropped my rock. He licked his lips.
Why not? I heard the old man voice ask. Was this a trick? I looked ar
ASKtheARTIST InterviewASKtheARTIST Interview3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
ASKtheARTIST Interview with algenpfleger
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *algenpfleger, a very talented illustrator and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, algenpfleger.
*quietly sits down and sips on a mysterious beverage
WAIT ARE WE DOING THIS OR WHAT
*Vellez asks "What is your creative process? Do you just research and then begin drawing when you get an assignment, or do you mull it over a bit?"
Hmm it usually starts with me getting the assignment since I spend my freetime drawing other things mostly (these days at least). As soon as I know what the client wants, I leave it alone for a couple of days and wait for ideas to sprout in my head. The rest is just craftsmanship, you know, drawing the stuff and everything. The real work is done as soon as I put down the thumbnail sketch.
~smarff asks "How saturated do you think the illustra
i begin and end with you.How do you go about explaining love to someone who has never felt it? How do you put into words the sweetness of the first kiss or the bitterness of the first goodbye or the hundred pinpricks of emotion you feel each and every time lip parts lip? If I were to try, I wouldn't start with the first embrace or the first touch or the first time your tongue swept the top of your mouth and you breathed my name. I wouldn't start with the first time nail bit into hip or teeth into shoulder or the first time you cried my name and I cried yours. I wouldn't talk about the first time that we held hands under the branches of the willow, limbs interlaced as we fell asleep with Whitman on my breast. I wouldn't even talk about the time you slipped platinum around my finger and I cried on a sunny October afternoon.i begin and end with you.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Instead, I would talk about the first time you taught me something. I would talk about how we were standing in wintery midnight air and how you put your hand on the small of my back--as i
The Truth About Selling FanartUpdate notice as of January 17, 2013: I have given this guide a MAJOR overhaul. It was originally written over a year and a half ago, and since then my own views and understanding of copyrights has changed. I felt that this guide should reflect those changes, so if you read this guide in the past, please take a moment to look through it again as I have added MANY new topics, information, and sources. Unlike my first draft, I have also changed my viewpoint to neutral throughout this writing.The Truth About Selling Fanart4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Update notice as of July 17th, 2015: Check out DeviantArt's new article on art theft, fanart, copyrights, and other relevant topics! http://protectart.deviantart.com/journal/The-Art-Theft-Discussion-544490149
Disclaimer: I am not a lawyer, nor any kind of professional that works in dealing with laws or copyrights. This guide was written based on my own research and understanding of copyright laws, and from discussions with others knowledgeable of the subject. These facts are all
FighterI.Fighter5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Breathe in, breathe out
Don't be afraid to scream
Don't be afraid to shout
If you dare to dream
Then don't you ever doubt
Don't you ever doubt
When your world is turned on its head
Be strong, young one
For your journey has just begun
If you give in to fear and dread
Then you let your enemies win
Don't let them get in
Don't go easy, don't settle for less
Because if you know what's best
You'd take the path of most resistance
You have to fight fire with fire
You gotta take a chance
Take a risk or two, lay it out on a wire
If you just go through the motions
Then you're not truly alive
If you want to survive
Then you need to swim
Swim against the current, let your heart be your guide
When you reach your destination
You'll look back at your trials and tribulations
Don't be afraid to smile, you made it through
You're a fighter, tried and true
Life has many hurdles and obstacles
But at last you know now that nothing is ever impossible
The Bishop of OakA few leaves fluttered lazily in through the window, landing beside a bottle of ink and a quill.The Bishop of Oak5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bishop Alphonse Roberts looked out the window. The sight of the ancient oak tree greeted him like an old friend. When he came to take over his responsibilities as Bishop of Shoreborough, they told him that the tree had always been there, probably long before St. Augustine of Canterbury came to convert the English to Christianity. Something about that must have inspired him, so his coat of arms featured the tower of Shoreborough Keep, the castle beside the city, and an oak tree, whose symbolism he himself wasn't quite sure of. Beneath it was his motto, "Si mortuum fuerit, fructum affert", if it dies, it bears fruit.
He returned to the letter he'd received from Sir Michael Geoffrey, the Lord Mayor of Shoreborough:
'Your Grace, Bishop Roberts,
As you may have heard, Bishop John Fisher of Rochester and the former Lord Chancellor of England, Sir Thomas More, have been executed for the
Stupid"Is your hair that way naturally?"Stupid3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She shook her head, sweat dampened curls dripping dry. They weren't really curls as much as waves? Tousled, the commercial called them.
"No. Well, yes, but not really."
The concrete chafed under my arms and I adjusted; we were each hanging by our elbows, toes scuffing on the wall; we could see the horses still running.
"My parents didn't like my hair like this. They preferred it straight. So when I was feeling smart-alecky I would wear my hair like this and say stupid things. I'd tell my brother, 'Hey. You're stupid.' Or I'd tell my sister she had a stupid doll, or a stupid dress."
She shrugged. I rested my chin and watched the horses.
"And now they're all gone. Dead. And so I fix my hair like this, to remind me that I'm stupid."
Snippy - Poem of DoomSnippy - Poem of Doom3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...
But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?
I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.
Zephyr, The Human Elemental DescriptionZephyr, The Human ElementalZephyr, The Human Elemental Description2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
AP, CC, Support
Health: 350 (+50) .Attack Damage: 50 (+3.05)
Health Regen: 5 (+.03) .Attack Speed: 0.95 (+1.25%)
Mana: 300 (+20) .Armor: 30 (+3)
Mana Regen: 5 (+0.75) .Magic Res.: 15.5 (+0.01)
Range: 600 .Mov. Speed: 325
o There is a 5% chance that ranged attacks will be deflected back at the attacker
• Probability increases by 0.5% when an ability is used
o 10% chance that physical attacks will cause targets to be airborne.
• Probability increases by 0.5% when an ability is used
• Basic Attack is air based
• Waterfall [CC/Support/AP] Range: 1000 Cool Down: 7 Cost: 45/50/55/60/65 mana
o Water falls from above user and creates a massive puddle
• When an enemy player walks through it, it slows their movement speed by a percentage.
• Causes Magic Damage
• When an ally wal
Starcraft Liberty's Fall"It really didn't have to happen. At least, that's always what I tried to believe. Day after day, I lived in a false sense of security. Though, day after day, my thoughts would always return to my two friends. Jim Raynor and Sarah Kerrigan. They deserved more than memories, but I never really gave them much more than that until I really had no choice..."Starcraft Liberty's Fall5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
-The Liberty Manifesto-
Waking up in his cot, Mike Liberty surveyed a day that looked just about as promising as any other day. Piss-poor. He sighed and made himself some coffee. The television monitor flipped itself on and a broadcast of UNN began.
"Today, we awake to find one of our border colonies under attack by unknown forces! Despite early reports that it is in fact an attack by the Zerg, Emperor Arcturus Mengsk has denied them and emphasized that they aren't sure about the identity of the attacking force..."
"I wonder how many times I hear that in a week these days. Mengsk got himself in quite a bind." he mused to himself. His t
My Box of SecretsMy Box of Secrets10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everytime I get my hopes up
They are shot down with a bleeding bullet
So I sit behind a locked door
In hopes that someone will find the key
I wish to tell you everything
And for you to just hold me while I cry
But I am afraid
Afraid that you will leave me alone again
Im afraid that you will walk out of that room
Pretending you never knew it existed
that's how it always happens
No one knows what to say, So they walk away
I want to believe you'll stay with me
Too many times Ive swept up the shards
So when you find the key that will give my release
Be prepared for what you'll uncover
Ill be sitting there, waiting
With my box of secrets resting in my lap
Just dont open it unless you're ready
I don't want to be let down again
No wordsNo words10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Running out of words
Cant express my thoughts
So much emotion
Losing my mind
Trying to find solid ground
Paper is so blank
Ink is so full
I cant think
No feeling left inside
Dont stop moving your hand
Let it out
Tell the world how it is
No holding back
Theres no way out
Everything is crashing down
Faster, harder than an avalanche
Clouded thoughts filling my head
Poison to my heart
Bleed it out
Hidden box of secrets
Swallowing me whole
Swept by a toxic lust
Im not your pretty prize
Excuse me while I break this pen on my wrist..