Hibari x Tsuna YaoiHibari x Tsuna Yaoi5 years ago in Teen More Like This
Pierwsze Yaoi jakie wstawiam na DA.
Hibari to trudna dla mnie postać więc proszę o wyrozumiałość.
Zapraszam na mój blog - http://yaoi-center.blog.onet.pl
''Ktoś kto raz umiłował się w samotności nigdy nie przestanie jej kochać i za nią podążać...''
Teraz kiedy po tylu latach przypominam sobie to zdanie ,myślę że doskonale opisuje moje życie. Tak właśnie w przypływie głupich emocji mnie określiłeś. To śmieszne , nawet w tej chwili , automatycznie , smutek nazywam głupią emocją...
Jedno z miliona zdań jakie kiedykolwiek usłyszałem , ale Ty nie wiedziałeś ,że w tej smętnej minucie naznaczysz mnie jego brzemieniem , że właśnie o tym przyjdzie mi myśleć samotnymi wieczorami , kiedy cały świat zdaje się o mnie zapomnieć, przeoczyć.
Character Design TutorialGENERAL ISSUES ABOUT CHARACTER DESIGNCharacter Design Tutorial3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
[New section!] Over-mirroring aka sticking too much in patterns of the original series!
INTRODUCTION: DESIGN OF CHARACTER'S LOOKS: WHAT IS ITS ROLE IN THE WHOLE CHARACTER DESIGN?
At first: No costume can save a badly made character. Your Average Joe/Jane character won't become any more interesting even if you make him/her to wear turquoise hair and odd-colored neon-color eyes. What makes character interesting is his/her INNER SIDE: his/her personality, history, skills, behavior pattern, odd traits, running gags, simply WHAT (S)HE IS. A rye bread doesn't become into a cream cake even if you put on it whipped cream and strawberries.
However, a good design may help the reader/viewer to notice, tell apart and remember the character more easily. That's why all Naruto characters are not sporting black hair and wearing those green tactical vests: if all character seemed almost similar, it would be pain for the reader to tell who of th
Young Mister LYoung Mister L4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Professor Minerva McGonagall was sitting in the record room, going over all the acceptance letters that needed to go out to the incoming first year students. She was looking at the names and checking the letters off on a list she had next to her.
When she got to the bottom of the pile she noticed that one person did not have a check next to their name-a Mister L Lawliet.
She looked at the name questionably. The records were never wrong, but who had a letter for a first name?
Minerva got up from her desk and went over to the magiced quill that wrote out the letters. Sitting next to the list of students needing a letter there was a lone envelope with a quill hovering over it looking back and forth between the parchment and the envelope.
The only words on the envelope were Mr. L and it seemed that the quill was confused as to why there wasn't more to the child's name and if it should and a period or not.
Minerva grabbed the unfinished envelope and the quill immediately start
F.A.C.E Family- Fall FestivityF.A.C.E Family- Fall Festivity2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a chilly Fall afternoon. Francis was raking up some leaves, while Matthew and Arthur sat on the porch together. Alfred ran off the porch and jumped into the leaves.
"Hey, stop it Alfred, I'm trying to clean!"
"But it's fun to play in the leaves!" Alfred giggled as Francis sighed.
"Do something Arthur," Francis said as he looked over at Arthur. Arthur sighed and looked over at Alfred.
"Alfred, get out of the leaves. Come sit with me and Matthew."
"I don't want to!"
"It looks like fun," Matthew said softly. He looked up at Arthur curiously. "Can I join?"
Arthur smiled nervously. "Sure, go ahead."
Matthew got up and ran over to Alfred. Francis just sighed and walked over to Arthur. Arthur looked up at Francis.
"I guess it won't hurt to have them play for a bit," he said as he smiled. He sat beside Arthur and watched the boys play around.
"Don't tire yourselves out now. We still need to go trick or treating later!" Francis called out to the boys.
"Okay!" Alfred called back as he and
Dance With The DevilDance With The Devil2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The music floats through the air, happily and lazily without a second thought. Every note wafts into the listener's ears as the hourglass figures of elegant women pressed to dashing men flit around. Women's skirt fabric shifts in my ears as does the shuffling of the men's feet. Everything seems like it's out of a fairy tale, like the kind mother would read to me if I behaved that day. All the girls perfect, the opposite sex their mirror image but in what they desire, everything seems so perfect.
As it should, after all this is a Phantomhive ball held at the newly restored Phantomhive manor. Why shouldn't they all glide around the floor like the meaningless pawns they are, mere decoration in my vile name. Let them dance, let their ignorance scar me further for tonight is a night of 'celebration' as my Aunt Red calls it. To be honest I have no idea what could possibly be 'celebrated' in the return of my person. She calls it a blessing I call it another adjective. Either way one slices it