DefineDefine1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm a horribly selfish person. In every given situation, I think of how it will benefit me. What I will gain from it. The only reason why I try to keep other's safe is because I don't want to suffer the pain of their loss. It wasn't for love or kindness or any of those angelic things. It was for me. Always for me.
She's the complete opposite. She values other's lives before her own. Many would pertain this as stupidity. And I agree with them. But maybe that's just her nature. She is, after all, an angel.
Perhaps I shouldn't be saying those sorts of things. Seriphelia always hated it when people defined her with her blood. To be completely honest, I used to do just that. Define others by their bloodlines, their species, their social standing.
Elf? High-class prissy know-it-alls who believe beauty is the meaning of life.
Human? A useless species that can't even fend for themselves.
Demon? You're automatically the scum of the universe. Why do you even exist?
To be fair thoug
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
.: Psycho-Pass OC Profile - Ritsuka Motogi :..: Psycho-Pass OC Profile - Ritsuka Motogi :.10 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Motogi, Ritsuka
Nickname: Hound 5
Date of Birth: April 21st (Taurus)
Crime Coefficient: 160
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Marital Status: Single
Love Interest: None so far
Current status: Active
Likes: tidiness, busy places, travelling around (although she can't really do that anymore), her former job
Dislikes: blockheadedness, people touching her things without permission, the Sibyl System
Hobbies: reading/watching the news
Favourite Food: Spicy Chicken Curry (and pretty much everything Kagari cooks)
Ritsuka is around 1,67m tall with light brown hair and grey eyes. She is and has always been quite athletic, with muscular arms and legs and a weight of around 70 kg.
When on duty she keeps her hair tied up in a short braid, but her face
3Ds to Blender base tutorialHello everyone,3Ds to Blender base tutorial2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This is a tutorial to learn the basics of Blender from 0 or almost. The tutorial is built in the idea of explaining Blender to a 3Ds user, so I might use so theory stuff to explain how Blender is built to optimize your work speed and what are its main differences with 3Ds Max. If you just want to know quickly the basic controls of blender, scroll down as I will put a list of my most used shortcut at the end of the tutorial. I will also post link to other website tutorials in case you don't like my way of explaining. Okay, enough blabla, fire up blender and get ready for action :
First, you can see that the interface is rather similar to 3Ds. The 3D viewport take most a the place, to the right we have options panel, on the top some menus and a timeline on the lower part of the screen.
Let us talk about the movement in the 3D viewport. Use middle click to rotate and shift middle click to pan. If your middle mouse bottom is as crappy as mine, you'll have to go
Naruto: Beta Contest EntryNaruto: Beta Contest Entry2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Kurotori Ritoru
Age: 29/30 (at the beginning of Shippuden)
Rank: Jounin (On training leave until roughly around the time of the Akatsuki infiltration of Kumogakure)
Birthday: December 23
Zodiac Sign: Capricorn
Character Image: http://r-zion.deviantart.com/art/Kurotori-Ritoru-Reference-307371043
Clan: The Kurotori clan is one of the elder clans of Kumogakure no Sato, former vassals of the Daimyo of Kaminari no Kuni who participated in the founding of their hidden village. As such, the Kurotori have resisted much of the modernization of culture that has become popular in the Hidden Cloud, preferring to stick to tradition and guarding the purity of their bloodline at all costs. Because of this, the clan has gained a reputation amongst the younger generation of being prejudiced and prideful, but few dare challenge the skill of their shinobi, honed in the fires of the battlefield for generations.
For a full synopsis of the clan, check o
Nyx and Siri - Force-Mates Chapter 1Nyx and Siri - Force-Mates Chapter 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a rather quiet night in the Broken Wing Cantina, as days went. In fact, for such a rogue space station out on the fringes of both Republic and Imperial territories, the place seemed really 'tame' for now. Certainly, it was a disgusting hive where smugglers wandered in for pit stops, where flesh and slaves were traded left and right without qualm. Of course there were fights in the bar, a warbling green skinned twi'lek male being dragged out even now with bright purple splotches on his forehead, the man that had put them there giving the rest of the room a wary look. But it was still 'quiet. Siri's 'founder,' if you could call it that, the human male that had discovered her and determined she had what it took to be a padawan, glanced at her, before nodding slightly, the tension leaving his shoulders as he rubbed his knuckles. "Better to pacify than kill for no reason." muttered under his breath. He gave her a slight nod, two fingers tapping the bar, before he explained. "I shall
random amber poemI known this girlrandom amber poem4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've known her for years
locked away by
see just appeared one day
demanding to have her presence
noticed and accpted
so in a few year I did
I let her out to see the world
threw proper eyes
but shunned and misunderstood
soon she was locked away again
maybe one day they will accept her
this person in my soul
the one they call amber
random emoHe stares out at the fog covered lakerandom emo4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with tear filled eyes
walks into the crashing waves
and never walks out
Death: A Poem By Joshua OlsonDeath- a poem by joshua olsonDeath: A Poem By Joshua Olson4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a thing of pain
a thing of joy
an end to a legacy
a new begging
to some it's an escape
to some it would be a pleasure
to accept it is to be near it
to fear it is to be human
death is the word on my lips
the substance on your fingertips
leave me be o cursed fate
so I may run another day
Brandon: a short breakup poemBrandon: A Short Break Poem By Joshua OlsonBrandon: a short breakup poem4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Listing to this music
trying to forget you
every song holds wondrous memories
thinking about becoming a monk
or wiping my entire hard drive
just to get a clean slate
removed the pictures of my wall
but closing my eyes reviles them
forever burned to my eyelids
hopefully I never go blind
or ill lose all hope of forgetting u
ATYOD - Cries of the FallenATYOD - Cries of the Fallen6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The wind is echoing in her ears. It is the only sound she can hear. No cries for help, no sign of life, just the gentle wind wiping away the scar of the now forgotten aftermath.
"....So we lost...."
Nel sat up, letting her numb legs remain in the extended rest as she rested her weight upon her left arm. The other arm crawling up her face to wipe away the trails of her own blood that had been spilt in the battle. The blood falls from her fingertips and onto the body of a nearby dead soldier.
As she gazed around Nel began to notice just how bad the carnage surrounding her was. Not a single enemy soldier lay dead beside any of the fallen people she had come to call comrade. Only those she might have called friend lay beside her.
"....So many gone...." she whispered silently.
Nel strained her legs to rise upward, barely able to grasp aho
Birth of a riverShining specks of lightBirth of a river6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drew a fine golden strane
To barren earth
Stroking crack clay ground
With its light
To a golden river
To new life
Naruto: Age of Jashin - Ch. 9Naruto: Age of Jashin - Ch. 91 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 9: A New Goal: Tsunade
Naruto's Mindscape One Week Later
"You look so handsome." Kushina almost squealed at the sight of her son.
"Thank you mother." Naruto grinned at her. Just hearing him acknowledge her as his mother brought tears to Kushina's eyes. She fully expected Naruto to be angry at her for keeping such a thing from him. And he was for a bit, but it quickly subsided as he told her that while she did lie to him for a while, she didn't hurt him nowhere near as much as the people of Konoha did. Hell, with her healing him from his injuries, she was in fact helping him when most others didn't give damn if he lived or died.
Kushina looked her son over. Jashin's power had effectively transformed the twelve year old boy into a nineteen year old young man. His formally blonde hair was now dark red, as were his eyes. His whisker marks were also more defined, looking mo
Young birthdayI remember when you were just a little oneYoung birthday2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Now you have grown and are starting to take on the world head on
Each year we all get a little bit older
And a little bit wiser
As a young teen girl try to remember the basics
Boys will come and go
And you are going to get pick on
Life is going to be hard
But life can also be fun
Have a wonderful birthday and I hope to see you again next year until then
We MonkeysWe, monkeys.We Monkeys3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We, monkeys, fight against the oppressive state.
We, monkeys, whose bellies ache because of all the bananas we ate.
We, monkeys, crush Big Brother with our fists.
So bananas will no longer be on the "banned" list.
Tibbers gives excellent hugsTibbers gives excellent hugs9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He might be on fire, but Tibby is soft.
He wants to snuggle up comfy and give you some love.
But when anyone sees him they all run away.
Oh, poor little Tibbers with noone to play.
His eyes - they glow brightly , lighting you heart with fear,
But under that cover he's simply a dear.
So when you get asked "Have you seen my bear Tibbers"
Don't cower away, do not run off in shivers.
Because, you see, it is not a bad question,
but rather it is a hugging suggestion.
Those great big paws - they ain't just for show.
Mister Tibbers gives excellent hugs, you know!
p.s. Pretty sure another question arises
and the answer is obvious, though noone realizes:
"Why does Annie then always kill and destroy?"
It's 'cause you started it first, you sill ol' boy!
p.p.s Then again...maybe she's just evil *shrug*
Fantail Drake: Species Information. F a n t a i l D r a k e s:Fantail Drake: Species Information.9 months ago in Profiles More Like This
S p e c i e s I n f o r m a t i o n:
N a m e: Fantail Drake
C o m m o n N a m e: Fantail
P l u r a l: Faintail Drakes/Fantails
T y p e: Drake
L o c a t i o n: Hot/Dry areas (Wild) Anywhere (Domestic)
T e m p er m e n t: Generally docile, but are known to leave nasty bites if attacked or frightened.
N o t e a b l e f e a t u r e s:
- Large pivoting ears on the head.
- Four sets of pivoting fins on the tail.
- Translucent/Transparent skin on the underside.
- Bright orange innards and blood.
C o l o r a t i o n:
- Skin is always white or off-white, going transparent on the underside.
- The guts and muscles are always orange. This means that all of the transparent parts appear orange.
- Markings are always hard against the body, and can sometimes appear on the transparent part. (rare)
- Skin always has two marking colors, typically cool colors. Blues and greens being most common.
ThanksThanks1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thanks for all the crap you make me put up with.
Thanks for never listening to me.
Thanks for making the time I spend with you miserable.
For ruining my best days.
For not giving an inch when I gave a mile.
For teaching me what a terrible person I am.
For helping me find my real temper.
For making my see how forever alone I am.
So welcome to my show.
It's where all emotions and feelings are gone.
And everyone ends up wondering what happened to the kid in the corner.
This is where I finally shut you up.
This is where I finally get my act together.
This is where I finally leave.
This is where I leave YOU.
This is where you CAN'T stop me.
This is where you CAN'T say no.
But let's raise our glasses to our memory.
To all the good and the bad.
To all the fun we had.
To all the jealousy we have towards the other.
To all the boyfriends you forced me to meet.
To all the lies you could never stop telling.
To all the kisses I had to watch you share.
To all the sex I had to hear about.
It's A PennyIt's a penny. Nothing special, nothing of value. It is given away without a second thought. It's dropped on the street and no one but the desperate pick it up. The hopeful only pick it up if they believe it is lucky. It's taken only when it's needed, and given when it's not. It's a penny.It's A Penny1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
What if it were a hundred dollar bill? It would be cherished, tightly clung to and never given away unless it was for the very best investment. It would be admired and sacred. If it is dropped, it is dropped accidentally, soon to be picked up and preciously taken care of once more. But it isn't a hundred dollar bill. It's a penny. But by saving a penny, it can become a hundred dollar bill.
Save the penny. Sex is precious, so save it and help it become worthwhile. Help it become a hundred dollar bill.
Gen muerto (68) BorradorGen muerto (68) Borrador1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Un suspiro, largo, hijos del ejército.
De sangre rebelde, tenaz y brava,
breve el gen rebelde,
breve el alma,
pues hoy y ayer derramada
en las calles, casi en vano
pues muere ahí su proclamo
si no hay voces que les haga eco.
Muertos ellos y su recuerdo
quedamos sin rumbo.
Porque ayuda el "qué fue"
al "qué será"
Porque sin saber qué se es,
me pregunto qué será ¿debe ser? ¿Pa' qué?
y ando débil y sedado,
siguiendo filas y corrientes
sin pensar qué hay del otro lado.
Nietos muertos del ejército
ahí andan, esperando a que otros
tomen el timón de su barco
vagabundo. ¿De qué les sirve el
espejo sino pueden ver lo
que piensan, lo que sienten
lo que quieren, desean, añoran, aman?
Sólo su rostro con identidad perdida
limitado a seguir al otro, a ser como otro.
A pintarse como aquellos, a vestirse como aquellas.
Until the End Finds MePain...Until the End Finds Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
its something that hurts in so many ways
there is almost too many to count
like the pain inflicted on myself to keep sane
like the scars that dig themselves a little deeper when I think for too long
like the thoughts that cause the other pain I feel so often
and since this is an ongoing cycle we come back around again
like the pain that steals my breath when I haven't eaten in so long
like the tears that fall like rain when I'm pushed too far
like those memories of happier times that dig like spikes into me
and on again this cycle goes
like the dizziness that sways me when sleep eludes me
like those nights I spend awake trying to keep calm
like those thoughts of what might have awaited me at the end of all the bad times
repeating and repeating endlessly until there is no more
we are like the snake that devours itself
constantly rotating in the wheels of fat
Gina the Silver Wolf +Chapter 1+Gina the Silver Wolf +Chapter 1+2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1 ~Life in the Tribe~
Gina is a shy, teenage girl. She's consider a rare wolf member because of the fact that she is the only one with silver hair. She spends her day in a small hut that houses the children that are old enough for training. She was the one that made sure the kids were all there.
"And this is how you should set a trap," the teacher said as she started the final lesson. Most of the children were really into knowing how to trap small animals and such, others were too busy goofing off.
The lesson was brief because some mischief was about. The teacher had to dismiss all the kids and they were free to go and play for awhile. The troublemakers were carried out by their ears and some of the other kids stayed with Gina. The children were laughing and climbing all over her, "Gina~! Can we go in the woods again," a plucky young girl named Etsuko asked.
Gina gave an unsure look to see how they would react, "Well, I don't know if we-"
Etsuko gave a pleading shiver of her li
Dear God..Dear God,Dear God..2 years ago in Letters More Like This
Are you there?
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Why won't you answer my preys?..
Am I not straight enough?
Not a good enough person?
Not Christian enough?
Is it because... I don't believe in you?
Are you there?
Are you real?
Are you looking down on me..?
I know you don't approve of it, God..
But, can you help me?
I love her, you know.
For the first time in forever... I am actually in love.
& If you do exist,
can you help me? Help Us..
I want to be with her,
To hold her, to kiss her, to feel... Loved by her?
I know I don't believe in you.
But, can you blame me?
I keep getting different stories about you.
I want to believe... I want to think someone is watching over me...
But how can I do that if you don't give me a sign?
If you don't help me?
If you are real,
Now would be a great time to show it.
WarmthWarmth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This night, my lungs breathe no longer,
Drowned in your tears forged from my failure,
Each crystalline tear to add to your apathy,
But dry before they shatter upon my shoulder.
No scent of solace within your heart to be sought,
When dust becometh of that which I clasp tight,
Only to be carried adrift by melancholic gusts,
And scattered afar where to never I can reach.
My lips move in vain; their efforts do not pierce,
They dissipate into evanescent echoes,
Where then they herald my forthcoming demise,
The suffocating veil of relentless shadows.
Long starved I am of mournful respite,
Though through the storm, a glimmer shines,
And comes to sap what never truly was.
The warmth of my touch turns ashen-cold.
Into night I may be cast - too far from you,
Yet your longing screams still reach to me,
A great allure I follow farther into the night,
So I may, at last, feel your warmth once more...