WishWish2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never thought this would be
Is there really someone out there... for me?
Someone who's filled with devotion
Someone who loves personality and not looks alone
Someone who wants to treasure, cherish and love you
Will I ever have this chance? Is my wish coming true?
Is that someone I've been searching for, so close...
Could it be you?
Someone fits my handsome prince, noble and gentle, so sweet
Or perhaps, a fellow anime geek like me, someone out from the normal crowd, simple looking, but kind...
Maybe a mix of the two?
Someone who is kind and protective, but from the outer ranks
Someone who cares, who shares tenderness
The SelectionThe Selection2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lightning flashed through the skies casting eerie flashes of light over the capital, a heavy storm was about to come. Megaria found herself regretting wandering so far from the palace, after losing track of time, she found herself running through the empty streets as midnight fast approached . She knew her family was worried. After an all day session of trial and error she had managed to ditch her personal guards and run into the Northern garden a vast place filled with floral trees where she knew they wouldn't find her. It was her first time going out of the palace unguarded, the sense of freedom was something akin to pure bliss. She had spent the day playing, drawing, minding her own business without anyone telling her what to do. But now all that seemed only a small detail compared to the slap reality had given her. She was alone and quite sure she was lost through the maze like streets of the city. With a heavy sigh she paused for a moment, taking shelter under one of the large dec
ASKtheARTIST InterviewASKtheARTIST Interview11 months 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
Betrayal P.2“Mira, you there?”Betrayal P.210 months ago in Profiles More Like This
She was gone. The asari had completely vanished. Osirus had attempted to get her to respond, but she was nowhere in sight. Even Anders and Jhun couldn’t spot her over their access to the security panels.
“She’s slipped off-cam,” Anders said. “She’s good at being sneaky, it seems.”
“Dammit!” Terrenus growled. “Find her.”
“There are too many asari, Commander,” the human responded. “I can’t differentiate between them.”
The rust-colored turian shook his head and glanced around, his blue gaze searching the asari as well as picking out Osirus slipping inconspicuously through the market.
“She is a Spectre,” the gray-plated turian pointed out.
“I know, but she’s still on the team. If she gets into trouble…” Again, Terrenus shook his head. “No… No, Vutali’s the priority. If we find her, we find her.”
William, You're Dead! - Chapter IWilliam, You're Dead! - Chapter I1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Warning: This story contains nudity, foul language and at times extreme nudity and violence.
WILLIAM, YOU'RE DEAD!
Boston, MA - 10:54pm -
J.D. Salinas laid in bed in his apartment. He had retired from his job as a mercenary and was now living the free life. His home was a small apartment in the urban center of Boston. He was single and looking, but love never found it's way to him. It had been almost a year since he last saw the girl he loved - Rain Ocampo. What insane life they had - in the beginning it was easy. They were mercenaries for the Umbrella Corporation. They were a sort of secret ops squad and covered up and dealt with what the S.F.U didn't. Then came the warm August night of 1998. They were called in to deal with a situation with one of Umbrella's underground laboratories known as "The Hive". Apparently, the artificial intelligence "The Red Queen" had gone rogue and killed the workers in the facility. If only he'd had known they wouldn't stay dead. It was then he met Spenc
A TimeLord In Tokyo plot, characters used, ect.Cannon Characters usedA TimeLord In Tokyo plot, characters used, ect.1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Tuxedo Mask [Darien]
Sailor moon [Serena]
The Sailor scouts [Lita (jupiter), Amy (mercury), Mena (venus) Rei(mars)]
The Doctor [11th]
The Negaverse [queen beryl, and Kunzite ]
the doctor and his companions crash in to a new world [ or not so new as they will come to find out.once there they will meet five normal girls the has a secret even bigger then tokyo. while there they find out that the TARDIS is out of power causing them to crash. they must find a power source or they evil of the negaverse will get the TARDIS and use it for evil.
Must Use Quotes
Doctor- Geronimo!, bowties are cool, who da man?
River Song- hello sweety, Spoilers.
Amy- Oh doctor you soniced her
Unpleasant VialsUnpleasant Vials7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Red and white is what they wear
A symbol of nothing but despair
Such evilness in there eyes
Causing peoples to fill with cries
Of loneliness and fear
Bringing the wounded nothing but tears
A creation that should not have been made
You wish they would go and just fade
Away from life and existence
Like there nothing but disappearance
Green, blue, purple, and red
Are some of the colors that they shed
The vials filled with something deadly
Making you a creature very unfriendly
Turning you into a fierce beast
On the run for a feast
The flesh of humans is what they want
Giving you terror and daunt
Injection is how it's done
This is how it begun
Once inside it's unpleasant
Pain grows it's indecent
The poison spreads nothing to do
To stop it from growing, you are through
Umbrella Corp and the virus
Are nothing but evil and illness
Prepare yourself for the worst
Zombies are quenched with a thirst
There all like the devil
Because this is a world of Resident Evil...
I Declare A Time WarI Declare A Time War1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
One, Two, Three, Four,
I Declare A Time War.
Five,Six, Seven, Eight,
Daleks Scream EXTERMANATE!!
Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve,
The Doctor Died And Silence Fell.
Twelve, Eleven, Ten, Nine,
Here He Goes Back In Time.
Eight, Seven, Six, Five,
Saving Everybody's Lives.
Four, Three, Two, One
Grab Her Hand And Whisper Run.
My Name is Peter... My name is Peter, you know the fairytale, "Peter, Peter pumpkin eater. Had a wife and couldn't keep her..." Well...that story really isn't true. I have a wife, but she isn't human. See I was a bum, plain and simple. I was the town drunk and everyone knew my name because of my habits. I stumbled down alleyways, unshaven, with matted greasey hair. I lived in the forest, in a hovel under a tree that was said to be magical, didn't really see how since nothing magical happened to me. What does this have to do with my non-human wife? Everything.My Name is Peter...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One morning I heard footsteps outside my makeshift home. It was an old woman dressed in black clothes. I squinted my eyes in the light of the sun to see her better. A belch, mixed with vomit, sung from my mouth and the old woman turned to face me. Her face was lined with wrinkles, I could've sworn she was Father Time's wife. She had iron gray hair tied up in a tight bun, but her eyes didn't match her ancient age. They were a piercing grass
Carne vieO nouă noapte se revarsă,Carne vie2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Şi ne plimbăm, mereu mai departe
Dar ne plimbăm prin cenuşi
Căutând un sens pentru tot
Şi încercând să găsim ceva viu
Deşi ştiu că totul a ars
Din trandafiri cândva în floare
Au rămas doar amăgiri
Îşi întind hâdele lor crengi
Stranii monumente în lumina gri
Şi îşi dezvăluie spinii care sfâşie
Am pierdut tot salvând puţin
Vreau să mă pierd în altă iarnă
Şi să mă pierzi în altă vară
Sub un soare din sticlă
Care arde mistuind
Iar regrete mă cuprind
Cenuşi iar cad din ceruri
orbiPoate ar trebui ca,orbi2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
din când în când,
să ne legăm privirea cu
o fîșie de carne
cusută c-un fir de lună
și să privim spre noi înșine
fără a mai fi tulburați
de fantasmele care provoacă miopie
sau alte afecțiuni irișilor noștri.
Ar trebui să privim în noi
și să ne vedem
așa cum suntem cu adevărat,
nu cum vor alții
să ne vadă,
să ne vedem.
Gandul 1De munţi şi brazi m-am săturatGandul 12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
şi aerul lor tare
De-mi umple pieptul cenuşiu
ce azi il simt că moare.
Şi chiar de m-aş întoarce-acum
unde-am născut lumina
Şi-aş lua totul de la început
mi-aş asuma iar vina
Căci unde am ajuns nu e hotar
nici ochi spre a cunoaşte
Şi vremea mea apune iar
în goluri, şi nu naşte.
Căci gol îl laşi atunci când pleci
al pieptului meu soclu
De fugi să vii şi nu stai mult
eu tot dispar cu jocul
Căci pleci acum şi smulgi cu tot
din pieptu-mi al tău suflet
Ce mi l-ai dăruit din nou
când mi-ai zâmbit trecutul
Şi m-ai îmbrăţişat în gând
şi mi-ai zâmbit cu fapta.
Un secol de ai face-o-n fapt
nu ar întrece fapta
Ce ai făcut atuncea când
făcând fără să ştii
Am renăscut din gândul tău
şi m-ai invă
Thalias: Part 21Thalias: Part 212 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Get down!" a guard shouted as his fellow comrades ducked, dodging a blue, fiery meteor launched from one of the several frostwyrms in the sky above Stormwind Harbor. Varian stood top the top, resting his back against the large statue of a lion; a scowl formed as he slid his helmet and drew his sword. A stray ghoul, who was battered beyond all recognition of its living form, drool when it saw the king. It growls ans screeched, launching itself at him. Varian smirked and twirled; Shalamayne split the ghoul down cleanly the middle. It flopped down, oozing a vile green substance. Varian smoothly troted down the steps, and motioned at a javalin operater.
"Get that damn wrym down!" the operator nodded; the javalin launched into the air and pierced the frostwyrm's skull. It howled and was swallowed by the cold ocean waters.
"By the Light!" A soldier pointed at Varian, "It's the king!" The soldiers swarmed around th
What Are We Fighting For?What Are We Fighting For?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Araidia stared down at the small, petite woman infront of her. Tracy Proudwell bustled about the small table she had set up outside the forge, writing down a few things on several different pieces of important looking parchment. She eventually turned around, three folded, tattered looking blue bundles of cloth in her armored arms. She hastily shoved the bundles towards Araidia, looking quite busy as she turned back around almost immediately and jotted down a few more things on a few more pieces of paper.
"Okay! I think that's all you need. Once you claim the fortifications, some of our gryphon riders should spot them, and signal for our people to head over. Remember, Araidia! The Hellfire Citadel wages constant battles with the forces of Honor Hold. We are holding our own so far, but we can't yet launch a real offensive against them. To do that, we need forward staging areas! And that means you." The small woman nodded, more to herself than the Druidess, before clapping her hands toget
VioriPierdut în apele oglinzilor GenezeiViori3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
privesc cum sângele îmi curge pe podea,
cum ploaia rozelor petale tăcută cădea
în anticele gropi ale pervazului ferestrei...
Un vis s-a dus
îngălbenit pe lemnul primei viori.
Chopin ar plânge dacă m-ar vedea
dormind cu capul beat pe clapele albe din zori...
Şi morţi am fi,şi-ar bate şi clopotele
în sufletele noastre îmbătate de rouă...
Cutia neagraCând găsesc o cutie neagrăCutia neagra3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
o iau acasă
s-o pot studia în linişte
muchie cu muchie,
sentiment cu sentiment,
amintire cu amintire.
După ce o lovesc cu ciocanul
şi dau cu ea de pământ, de cer,
de oameni şi alte cutii negre,
şi mă ascult
să văd dacă mai sunt sau nu
Abia atunci mă conving
nu sunt eu.
Şi bat din uşă-n uşă,
şi bat din piept în piept
până-mi deschide un trup bolnav
care-mi mulţumeşte cu lacrimi în ochi
şi degetele întinse
către cutia zdrobită.
"Suflete, bine ai venit acasă!"
AwayWill you come away with me?Away3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Won't you die in my arms?
Rain seems to pour daily over all these shadows
Crying pains from the sky, love foretells a lie.
Lustily grasp the flesh and press yours against it,
Drape yourself in another, love to fulfill you desire,
And die to consummate that love.
These are the sufferings, the fellow men encounter,
These are the last days, the final hour.
Fresh succulent lips embrace your body,
Titillating pleasures arouse the soul,
Forge a new entity,
A body whole.
In Armageddon's wings we fly,
The dire breath berets a foul scorn,
Reddened faces, vanes erupting madness,
Tears vainly drip to defuse the heart,
Why ever did we start?
Leftovers of a massacre,
Broken wishes swim aimlessly around,
Finding no captivating presence,
A blind audience,
A deaf narrator,
The calm ensues,
Resuscitation, bleeding pants, hoarse voices,
This enterprise eluded fortune,
The mist dies down, and a new taste surfaces,
Breaking the bitter dry musk,
Deliciously present in this
EvolutieCand cerul varsa lacrimi in marea de cristal.Evolutie3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Tot ceru apasa muntii cu palma-i de metal.
Si mor campii intinse sub valuri de noroi.
Se-nchid in scorburi vulturi imbatraniti de ploi.
Azurul se-nroseste sub raze de otel.
Si dintre stanci rasare, prea speriat un miel.
Cu botul umed cerul adulmecandu-l iute.
Dorindu-si alinarea nevoilor prea multe.
E singur in pustiul innegurat si mare.
Isi cata pat de frunze de umbra si racoare.
Dar doarme pe pamantul azi innecat de apa.
Si respirand racoarea cu viata se adapa.
Primeste-n ochi lumina dar frica-i e de toate.
E rodul din durere nascut de cer in noapte.
Nu stie ce e rau dar nici ce-i bunatate.
Si ii danseaza-n minte cadavre neuitate.
Si anii trec ca vantul, iar vise se dstrama.
Ramane-n el doar umbra din ochii de arama.
Cu botul tot o rana el cauta cu sete.
Caldura de-alta data intepenita-n pietre.
Cu labele-n zapada cu ganduri negre-n cap.
Caci mielul de-alta data s-a transformat in tap.
Zace privind pustiul urand intreaga lume
neprimavaraierineprimavara3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
m-am trezit la ora cinci
mi-am băut cafeaua
autobuzul s-a dat jos din mine
strada mergea pe mine
cartea mă citea
am realizat că nu-mi băusem cafeaua
cafeaua mă băuse;
aerul avea ieri gust de mai
şi mirosea a gaz de eşapament şi a neplouate ploi
cum nu a mai mirosit constanţa niciodată
a aer şi a vânt şi a fum
şi a bătăi de aripi
din rănile mele ieşeau ca un puroi
şi din ei ploua cu-n sânge limpede
până în negrul ochiului tău
dulce mă ardeau usturimea rănilor şi
dorul meu sărutându-ţi retina
mă simţeam ca şi cum în câteva clipe te-aş cunoaşte
pentru prima dată
nu ştiu de ce
nu mai pot desena pe retina ta cu lumină
dar nici cu sânge
constanţa miroase doar a constan
Special.Pătrunse în sală cu paşi sunători o siluetă fermecătoare prin simplitate şi naturaleţe, un costum de stofă nocturnă curgînd lent, ca un strop de cerneală pe un porţelan, spre inima marmorată a sălii. Costumele în culori deschise păleau în jurul negrului apos ce-l căpătau razele de lumină care-l atingeau. Era sobru şi superb în eleganţa sa tîrzie, ca un demon tînăr trimis cu solie printre nişte îngeri pensionaţi. Mersul lui avea un parfum aparte, paşii lui aveau gust de nori şi nu apucă să ajungă la mijlocul sălii că toţi din jur îşi fixaseră ochii pe el, ca şi cum l-ar fi prins în mijlocul unei plase de vise. Părul brunet i se amesteca cu gulerul cămăşii, avea obrajii palizi, obosiţi şi pielea albă, hialină, de om bolnav. DSpecial.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Evanghelia dupa MineEvanghelia după MineEvanghelia dupa Mine3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Am fost dezvăţaţi de mici
să mai avem fantezii cu apă caldă,
iar acum celebrul hit cu 'Hotel Cişmigiu'
ne lasă rece.
Am fost învăţaţi că frumuseţea-i trecătoare
şi că trece prin dreptul nostru mai repede
chiar decât lumina însăşi.
Am fost asiguraţi că munca înnobilează,
iar mintea este bunul cel mai de preţ al unui om.
/unii m-ar contrazice şi-ar spune că e inima/
V-aţi gândit vreodată că Iisus a fost doar cineva
ce-şi folosea cu cinci la sută mai mult creierul?
Toate-s adevărate şi totuşi toate mint, dar vă pot
spune sigur că numai Einstein avea un pic dreptate:
căci am învaţat de unul singur că totu-i relativ.
Pentru că nu sunt urât şi nici frumos,
dar sufletul îmi e perfect.
Track SixTrack SixTrack Six3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The song was smooth, but ultimately soulless.
The notes were slow and somehow sad,
but they remained insentient.
Such as the sunset of our age,
they were assembled as if to see us fall asleep.
They lingered there, some stuck to our subconscious,
while spewing forth the shrouds of temporary change.
And through said struggle, all that was left
was innocence and silence, the markers of
our sacred selves.
The song was smooth, but ultimately soulless
- the separation of two dying siblings.
And still, it all made so much sense.