500 points giveaway!Spread love!The winnersHello, sweeties!
Just as I promised I organized another contest for my watchers
This time I will be giving 5 x 100 points to 5 lucky deviants (:
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.:Love:.I never fell in love with your face..:Love:.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Neither your body.
I never needed your sex, nor your gentle kiss.
(Though I broke myself in two wishing for it.)
Instead I fell for your smile.
Though you gave it out rarely.
I fell for your naivety, your intellect, your laugh.
The best part of loving you, was the look you gave me.
(As though I might have been worth your time.)
YOU KNOW YOU ARE CANADIAN WHEN...1. Somebody bumps into you and you apologize.YOU KNOW YOU ARE CANADIAN WHEN...2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Apparently we are "famously polite people". Hmm... I wonder why...? Even our independence was quiet and incredibly docile compared to war-waging America. You'll find the odd bully (oh, yeah, they're oddities around here) but the majority of the population are kind and welcoming!
2. You eat a lot of maple syrup.
We don't just pour it over pancakes, like world thinks we only ever do. We make candy, bake it into cookies, and sauté food in maple syrup. Have you ever tried maple syrup-smoked ham before? I suggest you do. MUCH better than that Spam in a can.
3. You know what the hell poutine is.
Look it up on Google; it's currently our national dish.
4. You use the word "eh" as a verbal full stop.
As in, we add it to the end of most of our sentences. Apparently I write "eh" into half of what I say and even type; anyone who has had a conversation with me for about a week will probably have read it mor
Faith is blind, and love is immune to hate.We need noise, to appreciante silence.Faith is blind, and love is immune to hate.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
We need rain, to see the rainbow.
We need darkness to love the light.
We need fights, to have a real friendship.
We need darkness too see the stars.
We need to suffer, to be strong.
We need troubles, to appreciate peace.
We need to struggle, to win.
We need to laught to forget the tears,
we need to fall, to raise.
We have to fail, to learn.
But we dont need to see, to believe and
we dont need hate, to love.
Recycle BinOh Recycle Bin,Recycle Bin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How you taunt me so.
Plump from my ideas,
With none for me to show.
Your mouth always open,
Waiting to be fed
The words that roll about
So messy in my head.
Each scrap a banquet,
Each page a tasty treat.
You grin at my failure
And swell from my defeat...
How To Get Noticed On deviantART V1.5How To Get Noticed On deviantART V1.5How To Get Noticed On deviantART V1.53 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
The tips that really work...
Thank you for all the help:
Wanna read V1.0? Click here.
So, you want to get noticed on deviantART? Then this is the right place to be! V1.5 includes the basic factors of getting noticed and getting popular, in slightly more depth and with more elements than in V1.0. So, get out your note pad and pen, you'll need to take notes...
Idea from seapuppy
Self promotion? Some of you may be thinking I'm crazy, that that's just being shallow...but the truth is, if you go about it the right way, self promotion can boost the amount of notice you receive without harming any one.
For example, someone gives you a favourite; go and thank them! You don't have to go all out, with a page long comment; a short and sweet comment on their profile page (perhaps add
Rinaidae InfoLocal name- RinaidaeRinaidae Info2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Species name- Conlis Aelurus
Breeding habits- These creatures only ever mate once. However that doesn't mean that they don't still breed with others. Due to a lack of males, females can produce and give sperm. They lay eggs. Once the egg hatches the males leave the females to teach their children. They usually lay 2 eggs every 8 months.
Mating- As previously stated they mate once and thats for life. However they are a species that 'cheat' on their mates as to keep the species alive.
Young- Their young hatch from their eggs with no horns, no fire breathing or summoning abilities, and only two feathers on their rears. Young's wings are also too small for them to fly until they are 3 months old. They take 6 months to mature to teen age which is when the mothers leave them to themselves.
Measurements- 12 feet tall on all fours. 12 feet long not counting it's tail. It's tail is an additional 14-16 feet long. When standing on two feet, i
Win 60 Points! Fancy Winning up to 50 points?!Win 60 Points!2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All you have to do is this:
1# Watch ThatCanonKid I will check..
2# either or
3# Comment on which one you pick, why its your fav!
The winner will be chosen later on this evening.
Enteries finish 7pm UK time.
Winner Recieved 40 points!
Second place: 5 points!
Third place: 5 points!
A Sweet Prison, The Choice to StayHe didn't belong there and he knew it. It sure was comfortable and fancy and he was safe but he wasn't born to be locked inside. He was a traveler; an adventurer who had met the entire world. Cold places covered with snow, warm ones where the heat was unbearable, chilly ones, the feeling of rain on his body. Now, he was caged in a golden palace, restrained to see the world through iron bars. It was his prison.A Sweet Prison, The Choice to Stay2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He didn't have much to do. He had time, lots of time, but he couldn't spend it. The only thing he was doing all the time was jumping from one perch to another. The distance between them was so close that he didn't even make an effort to land on the plastic bar. He thought it was lame to compare that plastic branch with the real wooden ones. Not only they didn't look the same but they didn't feel or smell the same. Those were strong and fresh and alive with colorful flowers on them; these were fake and unknown. They were dead.
Or maybe, the cage was dead. On one side, there was a
Big BrotherMy big brother,Big Brother2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is always there,
When I need him most,
And when I need him less,
He'll make sure,
That I'm ready at half-time,
He'll explain again what to do,
And when I trip, he'll catch me,
My big brother,
Will tease and pester,
When we're waiting,
To go on the feild,
Come on Amy,
Head (and trombone) up!
You know I hate it,
When you look mopey!
I'll raise my head,
And smile big and wide,
Because all through the show,
I'll have big brother at my side.
Ambipoms back,A wonderful niteChapter 13Ambipoms back,A wonderful nite5 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Fire of my Soul****PLEASE NOTE THAT I DID NOT WRITE THIS STORY IT WAS NOT MY IDEA NOT MY WRITING NONE IS MINE IT BELONGS TO A FELLOW SHADAZE FAN WHO WAS HAVING TROUBLE POSTING THIS PIECE ANYWHERE SO I DECIDED TO HELP. Thank you please enjoy.****The Fire of my Soul4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Fire of my Soul
Silence crept into the corners of my mind as I drifted into sleep. The cold grass I laid on rustled softly through the breeze. My hands held each other with interlocked fingers against my stomach as I cleared my mind, preparing for another night of hell. I began to feel hot. The feeling came slowly, and intensified until it became an unbearable burning sensation. I tried shutting my eyes tighter, but they were forced open against my will. My body was once again no longer my own.
I took in my surroundings and gasped for breath as the smoke filling the room caused me to choke. I stood up and looked for something, but I did not yet know what it was. The in
Shadaze Love Story: Chapter 1 Shadaze Love Story – Chapter 1Shadaze Love Story: Chapter 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Shadow was usually on a mission for G.U.N. Today, his mission was to stop Dr. (STUPID) Eggman from trying to kill Sonic and Rouge. Rouge was already trapped inside Eggman’s base in the dungeon (random , huh?)and Sonic was already there destroying every single robot Eggman fired at him. Shadow started to run quickly towards the base and crashed the door to get inside. Once there, he immediately saw Eggman’s robots slowly running towards him. “*sigh* I don’t have time for this...” he said, like he was annoyed. He dashed towards the robots and they all disappeared within’ a flash. Shadow decided to Chaos Control using his two Chaos Emeralds to the dungeon, because he knew that Rouge would help him to stop Eggman (AGAIN!). Shadow got there (like, 2 seconds later) and….. “Chaos… BLAST!” KABOOM! The prison has exploded! Rouge flew over to Shadow and thanked hi
-The Way You Are- Chapter 12The diner I had in mind to go to was the same one that I had been at with Amy when she suggested I chase after Shadow, and the same one Knuckles had taken me to when he told me that I should try dating someone else.-The Way You Are- Chapter 124 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"See how well that went " I mumbled. I thought back to all the things I had tried to get Shadows attention: Amy had said that I should follow him to show him that I was interested; that had just pushed him away. Rouge had said that I should wear skimpy cloths to catch his eye; that made me look like an idiot. Knuckles had said that I should try backing off and dating someone else; that lead to me dating Silver and almost ruining our friendship. Silver had said that I should just tell him how I feel and there was no way I could do that!
"Besides " I grumbled as I entered the diner, "if he hasn't shown any interest in me by now he probably never will."
Once I was seated and had ordered my food, it didn't take lo
ControlControl is everything. Self-control, that is. Control how you act, what you say, what goes into your body, and maybe — just maybe — you'll be able to control you are. Power is addictive; my drug of choice, but it comes at a cost. You see, what you don't learn until it's too late? Sooner or later, the need for control — controls you.Control2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Generally, I’m a good kid. I pay attention in school, earning the high grades that decorate my report cards. I may not be especially popular, but I certainly have friends. I usually do as I’m told, don’t flagrantly disobey rules, and I try hard to please people. I retrace my steps in my mind, searching for the slip — the fall — that landed me here, on this cool, clammy table, wearing not much more than a requisite thin gown.
A crisp knock on the heavy wooden door to the exam room startles me, bringing my attention back to my predicament at hand. After
-The Way You Are- Chapter 5" and that's when I ran into you." I finished. Knuckles had taken me out to the same café that Amy and I had been at a week ago when this whole thing started; I was just finishing telling him about all the mishaps since then (excluding the fact that dressing like this was Rouge's idea).-The Way You Are- Chapter 54 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I see " he said thoughtfully. He nodded his head and looked at me from across the table, "How long have you liked him?"
I thought about it. "Hard to say " I answered presently, "I guess it was kind of a gradual thing, you know?"
He nodded again to say that he understood. Despite his hot temper and the fact that he and Silver didn't get along well, I thought he was good to talk to. "Knuckles," I asked, "being a guy yourself, what would you suggest I do about Shadow? I'd like to hear another man's perspective on the whole thing."
He visibly seemed to swell with pride and answered without delay, "I think it's time to let
-The Way You Are- Chapter 9Three weeks. That's how long it had been since I started dating Silver. At first the relationship worked out really well and I began to think that he was the man that I would spend my life with. But as time wore on, things became less and less relaxed and more and more strained. He seemed to be getting more awkward with the way he'd show romantic affection and I began to feel a little withdrawn; wanting to spend more time by myself and less time trying to make this relationship work. I'm afraid I even got a little snappy with him at times when, really, he hadn't done anything to deserve it.-The Way You Are- Chapter 94 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Worst of all, I began seeing less of Shadow than I ever had since I'd known him. And the less I saw of him, the more he was on my mind. It was starting to drive me crazy!
I sighed and looked up at my ceiling from my bed. I knew what had to be done, I just had to think of a way to do it. I c
-The Way You Are- Chapter 7I looked at the silver hedgehog and cocked my head. I wasn't sure why he was telling me that he cared about me; I already knew that. "I care about you, too Silver! You mean a lot to me."-The Way You Are- Chapter 74 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Silver bit his lip and twittled his thumbs nervously. "N-no. I mean, that's great but That's that's not really what I meant "
"What do you mean?"
"Well I care about you. As maybe you know more than just a friend?"
Silver had just admitted to having a crush on me! Oh, gosh! I looked down at my feet and tried to think of what to say to him. Then it dawned on me: if Shadow wasn't interested in me, then I shouldn't throw away this golden opportunity I had with Silver. After all, we had known each other for a long time and I knew he truly cared for me.
When I looked back up at him, he had his eyes closed like he was bracing himself for heartbreak. I stood up
Nina del bosque~ Niña del bosque ~Nina del bosque2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
El sonido del tren es lejano, como un cántico que anuncia su llegada antes de que uno pueda ver la luz surgiendo en la oscuridad.
Mi suspiro se ve materializado cuando escapa de mis labios y se transforma en una nubecilla vaporosa, iluminada por la luz de la lámpara sobre mí. El intenso frío de la noche absorbe su calidez en segundos y la hace desaparecer.
Los dedos de mis manos tampoco se salvan. Están congelados y ni los guantes de lana logran conservar el calor.
Mi corazón, por otro lado, está lleno de un fuego interno que hasta ese momento no había sentido hacia mucho tiempo, y es esa calidez, esa fuerza, la que aún me retiene aquí. En medio de la nada, en una estación de tren cuyas vías ya están lo suficientemente oxidadas como para parecer inútiles. Sin embargo, el tren ya viene, se acerca. A pesar de las millas recorridas, aún funciona, como yo.
England x RobinHood!Reader: MaybeEngland x RobinHood!ReaderEngland x RobinHood!Reader: Maybe1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
As Sir Arthur Kirkland and Sir Guy trotted through the forest, you tucked your hair into your hat and laughed. Oh this would be great fun, for after treating Kirkland with kindness the in your last meeting, he betrayed you, and told the guards of the location of your hideout. Of course you had moved by then, but still. And the best part? Kirkland didn't know you were a woman. Neither did anyone else, save the Friar and Little John. As you swooped down upon the two with a laugh, and a cry of 'On me!' Your merry men followed, and you crashed right into Kirkland.
"Damn it man!" He cursed, and you laughed mischievously.
"Oh, Kirkland. Fancy meeting you here. And, peculiarly enough, I've not forgotten the sight of you leading a group of men into my camp." You said, and Arthur sighed.
"Oh, I've seen quite enough. After I treat you with kindness, and caring, you go off and tell the prince of my whereabouts." You snarled, and grabbed his collar.
The Same Storywe rewrite our lost historyThe Same Story2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the same paper,
expecting new endings.
we truly are insane.
these lessons mean nothing
if not fully dead
the mistakes were worth nothing
if not burned in my head
you can't change the veins
stitched into your skin, you can't change
you- with a day, a word,
a breath of used air.
you want to dive back into that place
between my folds of sanity
where you can unravel the strands
and manipulate them in your hands
so I can't stop to think about
you can't change the blood
which surges through the cold,
forgotten parts of your body.
but you can tell yourself
if you shut your eyes,
you can pretend the scenes played in those weary lids
are the life you finally received.
because darkness hides the truth
but you can't rewrite your story
because you think you're different, now
(and different people don't make the same
you're falling down the same hole
with honey trap words
we can't rewrite history
or deny the similarities.
Suicidal BreathsWith a decrease in energy,Suicidal Breaths7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fatigue, sick-to-stomach and feelings of mortality,
She still survives,
Though she buries herself in broken lies.
She says she's fine,
She's just okay,
But deep down inside,
She's full of sorrowful pain.
She believes what she hears,
And avoids what she sees,
Feeling the sad, pity, indescribable beliefs.
She sits in a corner full of isolation and guilt,
Darkness and ache,
Counting the pills she spilled.
White and Blue,
Just one more.
Vision becoming blurry,
She's shaky and becoming worried.
Looking in a reflection,
Ribs soon distinguishable,
Bones and fright just popping out,
She screams inside and yells for help.
No one's around,
She can't hear a subtle sound.
She pleads to why she's on this earth,
Why her mother had to give birth.
She falls to the ground,
Blending into the darkness of the unspoken place,
She cries and cries,
Soon she'll be erased.
Host Club Halloween“Haruhi!”Host Club Halloween2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Oh, no. What did he want this time? Haruhi knew she should have started running once she had left the school grounds. Something deep inside of her had known that he was going to find a reason to come with her. He'd probably bring the rest of the Host Club too, throwing the rest of her day into chaos in the process.
The brunette sighed and watched her breath turn into a small cloud of fog before her. She clutched her jacket tightly at the ends of the sleeves, as if it would ward away the cool October air. Then she stopped, but did not turn around, as she waited for her friend to catch up with her.
Smack Smack Smack! Clack Clack Clack! Clip Clip Clip!
Haruhi resisted the urge to sigh again upon realizing that more than one set of footsteps was coming up behind her. Yes, the entire club was coming along, just as she had suspected they might. Now they were all going to try to accompany her to the market. Perhaps they were trying to use it as
Words HurtWords HurtWords Hurt1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hit me one more time
Hit me again
Push me around
On the floor
Down the stairs
It hurts less than your words
So kick me
Bruise my skin
But don’t call me names
It causes too much pain
I love you I really do
I’ll take the abuse
And be your punch bag
But please keep your words
My head can’t take it
My mind won’t survive
It destroys me.
The ElfThe elf walks lightly wherever he goes,The Elf2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leaving no footprints in dirt or snow.
He travels alone and knows no friends,
Under the bridge and around the bend.
He passes invisible before our eyes,
Cures our hearts and puts an end to our cries.
He's a wanderer with no home to his name,
A hero who gains no glory or fame.
He returns lost children who cry for home,
And still he has no one to call his own.
He leaves a faint scent of trees and sunlight,
During even the darkest hours of the night.
He works from dawn to dusk and from dusk 'til dawn
A miracle worker who does no wrong.
His rest is not sleep but a moment's pause,
Before he pulls a toddler from a cougar's jaws.
In his good deeds, the elf seeks a pardon,
For a crime all have long since forgotten.
A nomad of necessity and not of choice,
Only the mountains remember his voice.
Although he carries no pack his soul is heavy,
And should death come he has long been ready.
The elf walks lightly wherever he goes;
Empty solitude is all that he k