Paint my OC...winnersAnd here are hardly expected winners from our Paint my OC contest (official contest article). There are 6 winners from two categories, so that means there are twice 1st, 2nd and 3rd place. Each winner will get many awesome prizes. There were so many amazing entries that it was really hard to choose winners (winners were chosen by me and my sister). Semi-finalists you were able to see in this journal. All other amazing entries you can check on buttons below of this journal.
Here is the list of judges who selected 10 semi-finalists from each category. All semi-finalists you can check in this article.
Jealousy is a devil. -Gift for ZackJealousy is a devil.Jealousy is a devil. -Gift for Zack2 years ago in Settings More Like This
(Just a warning, I never played any of the Final Fantasy games, so I'm going on the little things I do know on them.
And I have no idea if they really would celebrate Valentines day in their world ._.)
Out of all the people Zack would like to have for Valentines day, he would truthfully admit that it would be either Aerith or Cloud, for personal reasons.
Mostly because out of all the people he had met throughout his lifetime, he knew them the best and had a different kind of emotional connection to them.
Namely, he had a crush on both of them.
Walking through the little town were he asked Aerith to meet him,.
He did not expect her to be holding hands with Cloud, seeing as Cloud was on a mission in a city nearby, even though it looks like he was finished. Since it was nothing he couldn't handle.
Slowing down his pace to get a good look at the situation Zack raised an eyebrow slightly as Aerith smiled shyly at him.
"Hi Zack." She said as Cloud gave him a small
A Guide to OCTsOriginal Character Tournaments are all over deviantart and keep growing in popularity, but not everyone knows what they are or how to participate in them. Since they're hosted by individuals and not actually affiliated with the website itself, there are no guides available to help explain how they work. Hopefully, this FAQ will be helpful to anyone looking to get involved in OCTs.A Guide to OCTs5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
What is an OCT?
OCTs, or "Original Character Tournaments" are contests held here on deviantart in which you can pit your original characters against other people's characters in a comic-style battle-royale. To put it simply, it's a cross between an art competition and a storytelling contest.
OCTs can be hosted on someone's account, or they can have a tournament account of their own. OCTs are usually open to anyone with a deviantart account, although some are invite only. Information about who is eligible to audition will usually be clearly stated s
Wolf HideHe called me pretty boy when I first came here. Now he calls me trash, if he calls me anything at all.Wolf Hide2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Hey trash, pick this up for me."
It didn't even start out as a joke, as if he'd been saying it all along. It didn't bustle merrily across stage, as if it had been sitting in the wings, waiting for its inevitable appearance. It was thrown, like a heckler's open disdain.
Pretty boy became someone else, belonged to someone else.
What was I supposed to think of that? Some bastard boy with more hair on his legs than his face was the same bastard boy I had once been to someone else, when I'd first appeared on the scene.
I had tried to ignore the signs; he had seen them, and acted swiftly.
Just like I'd been tender, and the first pain had been tender, here was an ache that carried still that tenderness - it was a killing ache, but one devoid of love as the ones before it had not been.
Now here in my place was another soft, sweet tender ache for him. The ha
Lament of an AtheistI cut candles straight down their waxy centerLament of an Atheist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just by looking into the flame. Slick peels of
honeycomb melt into my palm and blister skin.
Then the world ricochets forward.
I plummet back into my body and there's
a thick distortion in audio. A constant pulse at
the back of my eyes, tuned to the rhythm of your
heartbeat. I look for traces of you, but,
God, you're lost.
Leaves fall as paper lanterns from wooden fingers.
Spiraling upwards on the breath of cosmos, back
to Heaven, lit like the sun on a marvelous azure
backdrop. I needed your wisdom, but all is gone.
Christ, you're dead.
Atheists are not meant to love. Realists are not
meant for passion. Idealists are the dreamers
of their own demise; only they can make it
A man once told me that the astute make terrible
lovers, but I'll fight that to the bitter end. Maybe
the irrational are so hopeful in their wafts of
hallucination they cannot come to mindful conclusions
of their forsaken love.
There's a poet under my skin, itching
The Best is Yet to Comeif we grow oldThe Best is Yet to Come2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there will be a sigh
an attention to the change
as your muscles slacken underneath
your faded, favorite shirt
the one that's threadbare, "holy"
in a sense less than divine
I'll have washed it for
the thousandth time
our eyes will crinkle, wrinkle
in ways that start to match
and we'll hold hands and ask:
when did the nerves and veins
begin to let our hands get cold?
-if we grow old
I could make a list,but I merely bit my lip when she asked me,I could make a list,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"What is it you're thankful for?"
How could I tell her
I was thankful for this heart
that beats a thousand times over
when I hear her speak?
MAKORRA: Take A BowCrash.MAKORRA: Take A Bow2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That was the sound that the lunch tray, as the tanned girl dropped it, made.
It was bad enough that she was new at her school and not everyone's favorite person because of her personality, but now she was heart broken.
"Korra wait, I can explain!" Her boyfriend shouted as he stayed in the other woman's arms.
Her eyes went dead with shock and water started to form in the corners. Her balled up fist started to shake with anger. A tear escaped her eye and she instantly turned and ran away from the two seniors, her instinct of flight, instead of fight, taking over her.
"Korra!" He shouted as he tried to run after her. He felt a small hand wrap around his wrist.
"You're not going after her are you? I mean, I thought you liked me." The bright green eyed girl asked.
He pulled away in shock. "I never said that."
After stating what he wanted to be said, he ran off after his crying girlfriend.
Her tears were blurring her vision, making her bump into every single classmate th
Through the LightThe cancer took Mary on a Friday, just after three in the morning. She was laying in bed, sleeping. I sat in the chair near the window, reading something, I forget now what, trying not to think about the moment, only thinking about the moment. It had just finished raining, and I had the window to the room cracked, the scent of fresh condensation floating in from the garden outside. The air smelled pure and relaxed. It was lovely.Through the Light2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was dozing slightly when the EKG started to beep. It took me several seconds to realize what exactly I was hearing, not that it mattered much. By the time I was out of the chair, the nurse had walked in. She moved down the corridor from the lobby to the room with calm purpose, her steps quick but not rushed. She kept a forced, tiny smile at the corners of her mouth, an expression I’m sure she had used hundreds of times, and nodded to me as I dropped the book. She went straight to the machine and silenced the godawful alarm.
She checked Mary’s pul
The Jealousy Game (Part 3)There was nothing but silence in the car during the first few minutes, not even Bolin was speaking. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife and the soon to be married couple seemed to be brooding.The Jealousy Game (Part 3)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bolin took notice that Korra was tapping her hands together somewhat aggressively and that his brother had a tight grip on the steering wheel. And he wasn't too much liking the sharp and quick turns Mako was making. Maybe it was time for the earth bender to work his magic and better their moods.
"So Pabu told me this really funny joke not too long ago "
The Avatar spoke suddenly. "On and off the field, Mako? What was that about?"
"Me?" Mako turned to her with the same aggressiveness. "What about your 'private lessons' with Tahno?"
Or maybe it was time for Bolin to just sit back and relax for now
Korra blushed. "He was just teaching me Pro-bending."
"Yeah, I bet he is a pro at bending bending people over."
"And what's up with that? Why were you starting trouble by
Escape VelocityF = G(m1m2)/r2Escape Velocity2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Black – true black – is the absence of light. Darkness is defined by what it is not, by the lack of something else. When we say a black hole, we truly mean that; black. Blacker than black. An absence of not only light, but of time, distance, anything.
The night was scary when I was little. I hated the dark, but couldn’t bear to sleep so long as the light was on, any light, burning on the other side of my eyelids. I used to have nightmares about dark things in dark corners, shadowy figures with shadowy fingers trailing along my spine. I always woke up cold and fumbling frantically for the lamp, but the aura of light just made the shadows deeper and I turned it off quickly.
Black holes are dead stars. Graves. Tombs that bury light, bury it so deep, swallow entire suns, planets, galaxies. Dead stars take all the light with them like rich men spending fortunes on alabaster monuments and marble headstones.
There are four unmarked graves
The Jealousy Game (Part 4)"I don't even remember why I left you in the first place, Tahno."The Jealousy Game (Part 4)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I love the smell of your hair, Asami."
"Apparently, Mako likes the smell of dirt."
"And apparently, Korra forgot he was a manwhore."
"Ignore him Tahno; only jealous guys use insults like that."
"And ignore Korra, Asami; only jealous females throw popcorn at their husbands for no apparent reason."
Mako and Korra went back and forth with each other like that the whole movie, leaving Tahno and Asami caught in the crossfire...but they weren't complaining about it. In fact, they enjoyed the crossfire because in meant they'd be a little closer to their ex's, physically and verbally.
By the time the movie was over, Mako was covered in random snacks that Korra had thrown at him and denied. Korra was frustrated because Asami seemed to be touching Mako more than necessary. Asami was giggling because a jealous Korra was a funny Korra and because Mako seemed to be even closer to her. Tahno had his usual smirk on his face and you co
Haiku for Zack!His blue eyes glistened,Haiku for Zack!2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Even despite the despair,
In hope of freedom
SlaveIs that what I am to youSlave2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To hold or to sell
For I am not
I am a person
With my own free will
The second you try to command me
I will kill you
The second you try to sell me
I will come back
The second you try to kill me
I will send you away
To the fiery gates
That mark the beginning
Of your eternal journey
Now let me free
I will count to three
At the end of my counting
Either you or I will succeed
And might I add
I never have failed
I think you left a piece of you in me.This tangled mess you call a heart,I think you left a piece of you in me.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
daisy veins & sin;
She's bringing me down.
& you were merely shivering
pressing winter bones
against my sun-stricken mouth,
darkness searching for a home
buried in my lungs.
You whispered breathe me
lovely in the inhale/exhale
of carbon dioxide suicide.
She speaks only of you now,
lonely & mourning beats-
Crack open this damn ribcage;
In Love and War, ShikaTemaTitle: In Love and War for the ShikaTema Shrine Contest.In Love and War, ShikaTema3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rating: T for language
Warning: A bit of strong language
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or associated characters, unfortunately
In Love and War
"You, Nara Shikamaru, are an asshole!"
"That's the twelfth time you've said that in the last 20 minutes."
Temari picked up the pace, her arms swinging by her sides and her torn yukata sticking painfully to the burn on her shoulder.
She hated travelling like a civilian; she knew she needed to conserve her chakra and she hated that Shikamaru made sense. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to blame him for everything that had happened.
"What direction are we heading in?" she asked angrily.
Shikamaru took a moment to look up at the sky before closing his eyes and breathing deeply. He was waiting for the outburst at his answer.
"We're heading east."
"WHAT?!" And there it was, he
Hurry HomeOwls, oh owls,Hurry Home2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where did you go?
so you know where you are.
Go and find your way.
Owls, please come home.
Hurry now, you're missed.
Of course, you are,
of all the birds,
to me, you're the best.
So, please hurry home...
BlankEmotionless you sit and stare.Blank2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Is anybody home in there?"
Eyes displaying the blank and bare,
and apathy your only care.
KH: Love Tap"Do you want to get married?" Riku asked Xion.KH: Love Tap3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was early morning on the Destiny Islands when he asked her. The sun slowly broke over the far off waves as gulls began their loud and screeching squawks. On the docks of the main island on which they stood, Xion turned to Riku with a small smile curling on her lips.
"To you?" she asked in return.
"Unless you have other potential candidates," he replied.
"Well that guy with the cowboy hat"
"Irvine," interrupted Riku.
"Yeah. Him." Xion touched a finger to her lips and tilted her head so her hair fell across her cheek. "He is very charming."
"And not interested, even if he's a shameless flirt." Riku tugged on the stray lock of hair on Xion's face. "He's been after Selphie ever since"
"Ever since he met her." Xion swatted Riku's hand away. "I know. I was just putting a name out there."
"Which means I have no real competition," the triumphant youth stated, a cocksure smirk gracing his lips.
Xion slapped his arm. "Sto
OccupationYou occupyOccupation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of my mind.
I cling to you
though no one
I was blind
to the way
you insulted me.
I now smile
at the thought
that nothing lasts forever.
A person like you
my undivided attention.
I can't erase
my first love,
but I can forget anything I want to.
It's an unrequited love, isn't it?I know you will never read this.It's an unrequited love, isn't it?2 years ago in Letters More Like This
I know you will never get the chance to even catch a glimpse of this.
But I just want you to know that I love you.
You're perfect to me. I don't care about your flaws. I don't care about the faults that everyone else always seem to point out.
I really don't care.
What matters to me is that you are you. And because you are you, I love you.
I just wish you could love me back.
I just wish you could say the same words to me--to make me believe that I'm not the worthless thing I see in the mirror every day.
I just wish you could be here, comforting me when I need it, and telling me you love me over and over again. I promise I would never get tired of those three simple words:
"I love you."
But how can you love me back?
You're not even real.