Untitled Chapter 18Two creatures stood in the setting sun, both drenched in sweat and dense emotions. One had stepped out of his comfort zone, the other attempting to escape into it. The young weasel Pokémon stared down at the broken form before him, not once having ever seen him in such a pitiful state. The Pikachu had always been the one with the care-free goofy grin, the one that faced all darkness and just smiled it off. What was he supposed to do when the strongest of the team had fallen to the ground in such sadness? What was he supposed to say to make everything better?Untitled Chapter 183 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Eh?" Nathan said in a surprised fashion, eyes going narrow.
"Yeah." Matt said, curled up into a little fuzzy ball.
"You have a brother?!" Nathan asked in a higher tone, being caught off guard.
"Yes no maybe." Matt responded in a shushed voice, having calmed down a bit.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Nathan asked.
"I haven't seen him since we were Pichus I don't even know if he is still alive " Matt whisp
AskTheArtist InterviewInterview with *JonasDeRo 11/11/12AskTheArtist Interview3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
<thefluffyshrimp> Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is ~thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *JonasDeRo, a very talented artist and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
<thefluffyshrimp> Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, JonasDeRo.
<JonasDeRo> Hello all, the pleasure is all mine!
<thefluffyshrimp> ~Fisharto asks "Without sharing too much of your ways to making environments how do you come up with ideas for painting?"
<JonasDeRo> Hello Fisharto, good question!
<JonasDeRo> I would say my main source of inspiration is traveling. I love painting but I love to travel even more; seeing cities, towns, nature really inspires me in the first
A Snowflake among the StarsHappiness…it seems so simple. And yet it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever tried to grasp. I can think of it and know what brings it. A passion, a hobby, friendships, and beyond all else the one person I can love with everything I have. I can know what drives me to it: what I love to do, who I want to befriend, and who I want to hold in my arms and never let go. I can reach out at the feeling of happiness shimmering right in front of me, its warmth and brilliance irresistible, as if the moment I clench my fist I’ll have it with me forever. But like a snowflake, it melts away, leaving me to try and search for that drop of joy in a sea of strife. Grades, bills, work, eat away at opportunity. Anxiety, depression, insecurity, all weigh down on my shoulders like baggage pressing against every beat of my heart. In this struggle, my mind desperately searches for what looked so sure to me, and I chase after a dream, a love, that will never be. A simple concept, so seeminglA Snowflake among the Stars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
WindowFive slender digits extended towards the pane one by one by one by one by one their feather light contact slipped soundlessly against the cold barrier blocking their designed path. Heated breath clouded the transparent barricade, wordlessly wiped away soon enough, a blemish of beaded dew left clinging to the once spotless, almost intangible porthole now made solid by the passive corruption of my breath. My body remained fixed at this spot, watching the events of the outside world that was so close and yet unreachable slowly unfold as time passed by ponderously, extending the liberty of my actions, an ally to myself in this endeavor. My eyes squinted at the dawning of the vermillion disc of life that rose against the shifting colours of its stage, absorbing the image to cherish later, my being lingering still as the inaccessible splendor flew by, still painfully too swift.Window4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Source travels and the grounded silhouettes of each fea
Untitled Chapter 17The past two days had been hell on wheels, from falling off a cliff, racing down a rapid stream, to encountering a cannibal, and barely clinging to their own realities, the two had barely survived. Sleeping in a dreary cave provided little comfort, but provided a sense of security as the wounded Pokemon finally got a chance to rest their heads. The fire had burned all night and now crackled softly as the morning sun arose slowly over the horizon. Rising up from his resting place like a vampire out of a coffin, Matt rubbed his eyes and yawned loudly.Untitled Chapter 174 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Gotta go." Matt said groggily as he stood to his feet and wobbled out of the cave in a morning haze.
Finding a nearby tree outside the cave, Matt quickly relieved himself and slowly padded back into the cave, using his wrapped arm to lower himself back to the ground, slowly closing his eyes.
"Ahh arm doesn't hurt anymore." Matt said with a refreshing breath as he once again closed his eyes and snuggled into his bed.
No sooner did he c
When Snowflakes FallChristmas Eve rush filled the downtown streets of Boston, with cars trapped in tight traffic and pedestrians pushing their way through cluttered sidewalks. The air was bittersweet. It had that biting yet soothing presence that chills the body, but fills the lungs with its cool, relaxing company. Like a winter night among the stars.When Snowflakes Fall3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Joshua sat amidst the commotion. He nervously tapped the steering wheel and eyed the stop light in front.
"C'mon light, change!" he shouted. He peered out of his side window, glancing down at the columns of cars in front with brake lights painting their ends red. "I need to get back!"
He looked over at the gift sitting in the passenger seat. For a second, he smiled at the glimmering wrapping paper topped off by a simple red bow before the shriek of a horn jolted him from his content.
"Why does everyone wait till now to shop?" He blared his horn. "I'
interview with apofissinterview with apofiss3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with *apofiss
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is thefluffyshrimp: and today I have the great privilege to interview , artist behind the ever popular Boggart series and other great works.
Hey all you folks there in AtAChat! Go ahead and start posting questions now.
asks "Apofiss, where does the inspiration for your art usually come from?"
it tends to come from daily inspirations where dA actually has a huge role in it. the artists I follow, animes and movies... it's like an outcome from it all. also, the music... it does help a lot to imagine certain atmosphere more intensively.
asks "What program do you use?"
I use photoshop and paint tool sai.; photoshop mainly for colour correction an such.
asks "How did your unique style of art evolve?"
I think it began back in 2008 when I painted the very first bubble no really, the painting called ''mutual thing'' ...it was like a certain start I think. I remember few years ago I got really inspired by cypherx (she's on dA) wo
Have you ever tried to breatheHave you ever tried to breathe? And I don't mean subconsciously.Have you ever tried to breathe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I mean to go to a hill-filled field overflowing with flora,
With cherry-blossomed trees freshly bloomed that fill the air with soaring petals and a colorful aroma,
Where the crisp wind flows and stirs the fauna as it whispers a wolf's tale,
And where the sun coats the scene in a warm amber glow as it sets behind the furthest grassy knoll,
Heartfelt MelodiesHeartfelt Melodies4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
♪♫ ♥ "Music speaks what cannot be expressed, soothes the mind and gives it rest, heals the heart and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul." ♪♫ ♥
There I sat in a small room filled with soft musical sounds, my fingers pressed gently and swiftly along the piano keys. It was my distinct melody, my heart pouring itself out, my time to relax and become one with my music.
To my advantage, the music room was available for me every day after school and always remained empty. It was my favourite time of the day, the time where I could be alone with my piano. I was never the type of person who could openly voice my thoughts and opinions. If anything bugged me, I'd do my best to brush it off and think of something else.
Ugh, I got distracted.
I sighed deeply, realizing I had missed a sharp.
Alright, just count down the time signature again...1-2-3...
It only took a few seconds for my body and mind to re-adjust to the tempo. My han
'Blue Tattoo' Chapter 1Life is supposed to be simple, or at least that's just the way it has been summed up to be. You are born on this earth to live then die; there aren't many alternatives. The only thing that marks that you even existed are the people and things you bumped into along the road; the little people that have happened to look your way. But what if you only beckoned one soul? Would that one being be enough to be remembered by? Would it matter enough if that person climbed the tallest white-cap and bellowed, "LOOK, LOOK! We were here!!", or would it be just right, that that person admired you enough to even shout at all? Life is supposed to be simple, but it's not.'Blue Tattoo' Chapter 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bobbing on a flimsy little wooden boat seems to get annoying after a while, but who am I to complain? I've only been on the sea for about a day and already I am sick of looking at it. Besides puking my brains out into the ocean, being sunburnt on sixty five percent of my body, and having to listen to Sophie rambl
Blue Tatoo Chapter 2How much longer must I listen to Mr. Winters babble? Every property, every definition, every theory always ends with something larger being made of something smaller. Could he at least put some motion into his words? It's like watching a zombie perform Shakespeare, and I am quickly losing patience. Sophie is having no problem at all; her eyes are practically glued to her notebook. But on closer observation I see what appears to be crudely drawn animals and scribbles on the pages. Somehow she is on the exact wavelength I am again; she's just as bored as me! Now I know that if this is the best the school has to offer, the semester is going to be a slow one. I naturally sit on the left side of the class, near the windows, so I can gaze outside. Propping my face up on my elbow, I look out the bright blue sea and daydream of home. Mom and I would often dream of raising enough money to visit the ocean for a week or so. It had always been her dream to walk along the sand with a straw hat andBlue Tatoo Chapter 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Slipped AwayThe room was quiet except for the occasional beep. The redheaded woman slightly leaned in, her financee, gently grasped her shoulders.The doctor moved the monitor around Betty's plump stomach, pressing a button enlarge the image on the screen by the side of the bed.Slipped Away3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"And it's about---right there!"
There was a gasp.
"Look Simon! There's our baby!" She beamed, pushing her glasses in. "That's our little baby!"
"I know!" Simon's voice was choked up. "I know princess! Oh the baby's so tiny!" He looked up at the doctor. "Is it too early to tell if the baby's a boy or a girl?"
"Nope. I can check right now." The doctor clicked a button on the monitor, turning the image on the screen sideways. The photo was zoomed in even more. The expectant parents to be waited anxiously.
"It's a boy!" The doctor finally said.
"A boy!" Simon exclaimed. Betty let out a laugh. "Betty!"
"We're having a boy!" She beamed, pulling him close and kissing him on the cheek.
"Would you want the photos now?" The doctor as
Blue Tattoo Chapter 3“And you’re sure no one was there with me?” I asked, my arm dangling into the tub.Blue Tattoo Chapter 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“No! I already told you that it was just you on the beach. No one else was there. Gah! I can’t do this anymore, you can scrub all you want but that thing isn’t coming off!” Sophie huffs and slumps down against the bathroom counter. It seems like we have been scrubbing at this thing forever and it still won’t come off.
“How do you not remember getting a tattoo?!” Sophie shouts in frustration, throwing her hands into the air. It’s true. I can’t remember getting this thing. All that comes to mind is that kid and that w
Practice at Atmosphere #1Tender sunlight, signaling the start of an important day, shined through a cracked window and upon the withered eyes of Richard. With reluctant hesitation, he awoke, his wrinkled hands pulling away the covers. Carefully he placed his feet against the cold wooden floor, shivering as a chill reverberated through him. "The day has finally come," he whispered to himself in a hoarse tone.Practice at Atmosphere #13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With some strenuous effort, he pushed himself to his feet and hobbled over to his cane. He felt the smoothed bark beneath his weary grasp, and could smell the scents of his travels on it. His piercing blue eyes glazed over as he remembered the adventure of his youth and his time spent as a mentor to a young child named Nathan. "Today is a special day indeed," he thought to himself. A smile pushed against the creases of his face.
Noting the occasion, he walked to a cherry-stained dresser and pulled out a tarnished white robe.
Escape to innocenceWe all know pain. We know its call signs, its symptoms, how it hurts and lingers. We know it as well as the back of our hand, like an omnipresent force that comes and goes as it wishes. We live in fear of it, for it's responsible for everything horrid in this world. In words filled with acidic taunts spat down on those undeserving, in alleyways gnawing at the health of those less fortunate, in the minds of those who lack the company of friendship and love. Most of all we know it as what we call our loss of innocence. As children we viewed the world as we believed it to be, for there were no limits to us. Only through pain did we learn of dreams. Pain crept into our subconscious and through the cracks of our dream world and exposed us to its agony. Getting sick, hurt, or losing someone and learning that we weren't immortal, suffering a slew of taunts and abuse that revealed to us our flaws, feeEscape to innocence3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Blue Tattoo Ch 4“Smartass little toddler…” I say under my breath, taking a big yawn, not caring if I am disturbing the students next to me. I’m tired. Not only tired, but frustrated as well. Staying up all night listening to a pint sized loser talk about certain doom really doesn’t fair well for you, especially if you have a Trigonometry lecture at six the next morning.Blue Tattoo Ch 42 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I draw in my book lazily as I half listen; half doze off to the ramblings of my teacher. What can be more exciting than learning about equations that you will doubtfully use maybe ONCE in your entire life? What is more interesting than learning statistics that are wrong forty-three percent of the time? What is more breath taking than having to have your performance judged just so that you can be classified as either “dumb” or “genius”? It’s all pointless in the end. Throwing money at an establishment that will leave you thousands in debt, just so you can get a piece of
Dual Purpose: China x Reader CHINA X READER: DUAL PURPOSEDual Purpose: China x Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The waiting room was freezing cold. A handful of people were huddled in a corner like Eskimos round a fire, bundled up with heavy jackets and wool shawls. Another couple were hunched over in their chairs, asleep. All were silent, breathing, and barely existing.
A trembling mass of fabric was curled up on one of the seats. It was sniffling and a red nose tip poked out of one of the folds. Suddenly, the whole bundle shot up. The blushing nose tip was now accompanied by rosy cheeks and red rimmed eyes.
(Name) coughed into the sleeve of her oversized, forest green army overcoat. The sound jerked the man a row before her awake and he glared at her before turning away. She sunk into the warmth of the coat. Her feet marched her through the row where her seat was, over and over. Every step was echoed by the soft squeak of her boots and her coughs.
"Will you please sit?" the man she'd awoken grumbled.
She mumbled an apology and reclaimed her seat. Bo
Ata Interview Transcript.Ata Interview Transcript.3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with Endling
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview `Endling, an incredibly talented comic artist and creator of many of your favorite series on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, Endling.
Hey all you folks there in AtAChat! Go ahead and start posting questions now.
Thanks for having me Fluff!
I warn everyone I'm on my second triple espresso coffee of the day. If my answers are incoherent and/or jittery you'll know why. I'M WIRED TO GO.
*RedVenture asks "How did you get started doing art, Endling?"
When I was little, my dad would bring home paper from his job. He worked with computers and stuff and often had tons of it lying around, so I'd make use of it and draw. (With his permission. Occasionally.) After a while he noticed I had a habit of doing this. Usually robot caterpillars. I'm not kidding
APH- Hihi, dobranoc Arthur zastanawiał się, co chłopak by zrobił, gdyby skoczył w dół.APH- Hihi, dobranoc4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Oczywiście, nie zrobiłby nic. Albo jedynie wrzasnął. I się gapił. Tak, te zielone oczy wypełniłyby się przerażeniem.
Westchnąwszy odwrócił się na pięcie i ruszył dalej.
- I generalnie wszystko drożeje, a diesel to totalna masakra jakaś! Czaisz?! - Feliks odepchnął się od balustrady mostu i zrównał krok z Anglią. Ciągle tak gadał, a przy tym machał rękami pokazując światu swoją żywiołowość i przypłw energii. Arthur bynajmniej nie podzielał entuzjazmu Feliksa.
- I mówię mu, żeby coś zrobił, a ten, że gówno się znam na polityce i ja mam tylko BYĆ! Obraziłem się, ju
IndiaxReader: Stress Falling partially over, you sighed. Recently, you have been attending classes in Gakuen World W as a new country. Since entering, you've been overdoing yourself with work, pushing your health (both mental and physical) to the extreme.IndiaxReader: Stress3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Leaning against the hallway wall, you tried to take a moment to breath and regain composure before moving once more. After a moment's pause, you walked forward only to collapse in exhaustion on the floor.
You barely noticed as a student ran up to you and helped you up. This was a country you had rarely ever seen around the halls. The man was dark-skinned with brown hair which was perfectly combed back. On his forehead was a red Tilaka.
His smile was shaky, that much was obvious. You mustn't have been looking good. "Do you need any help miss?"
Picking yourself up, you shook your head. Quickly, you went to the wall and used it to balance yourself. "N-No...I'm fine..."
"Well, as long as we are talking about names, I
Germany x Reader: Retracing Your Steps: Chapter 5Germany x Reader: Retracing Your Steps: Chapter 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
RETRACING YOUR STEPS: GERMANY X READER
CHAPTER FIVE: PUZZLE PIECES
(Name) clutched the notebook closer to her chest as a mischievous breeze tried to snatch the loose papers between its pages, carrying razor like snowflakes with it. Thankfully, her winter jacket was thick enough to not let their icy bite pierce her skin. However, her cheeks were not saved from the merciless pelting. Each snowflake slapped her red skin and met its steamy end as it melted on contact with her body warmth, no matter how slight it was. Her eyes were protected by the sunglasses she wore due to the unusual brightness of the sun. Cheery and golden, its rays glared down at the earth. Yet, the thick mounds of snow on the ground resisted the heated gaze of the massive star, icy crystals glittering in mockery. (Name) was glad her destination was peeking its black shingled roof over the horizon.
With a burst of energy originating from the hope the sight bestowed her, she trudged through the barricades of snow