:::!!!150 POINTS GIVE AWAY!!!:::LOOK WHO WON HERE!~GIVE AWAY~
To get this groups starting i was planning hosting a give away
::you have to be a member to be in this give away OR watching me::
the prizes is not that much but if you like to sponsor then i will feature you in this blog entry
so the prizes are :
first place - 80
+ 3 Faves
1 Llama from KazuneKoi
1 Llama from meloniigayle
1 Llama + watch from MisMafia
1 Llama + custom skinny adoption from Deamonfoxgurl
1 Llama from Ultralee0
1 Llama + fullbody shaded commission of choosable character or oc from xXSevenSinsSlothXx
1 Llama from Flamingfox2993
second place - 50
+ 2 Faves
1 Llama from KazuneKoi
1 Llama from meloniigayle
1 Llama + watch from MisMafia
1 Llama from Deamonfoxgurl
1 Llama from Ultralee0
1 Llama from xXSevenSinsSlothXx
1 Llama from :devFlamingf
My Stories ListMy Stories ListMy Stories List2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
1. TITLE: Untitled
YEAR/S OF MAKING: 2002
BOOK TYPE: planned to be a sort of written “episode show” or something like a short comic (never started)
SHORT PLOT: Story about the life/adventures of a cougar family (mother and 2 cubs) who lives between the Canyons and the forests.
2. TITLE: Brothers under the sun
YEAR/S OF MAKING: 2002
BOOK TYPE: short novel
SHORT PLOT: Story about the adventures of 2 wolf pups and a dog pup. It is the prototype of the future BRime.
3. TITLE: Cani di Bucarest (Dogs of Bucarest)
YEAR/S OF MAKING: 2002-‘03
BOOK TYPE: short novel
SHORT PLOT: Story about the hard life of 2 dog siblings born in Bucarest through many problems and dangers.
4. TITLE: Occhi di cielo (Sky eyes)
YEAR/S OF MAKING: 2003
BOOK TYPE: really short story
SHORT PLOT: simple story about a blind kitty who helps Yak, a Tibetan mastiff, to find his owner who was lost along the Himalayas mountain chain. The story want to e
My Versions of HetaliaMy Versions of Hetalia2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
My 10 versions of Hetalia:
1p: Regular universe.
2p: The "evil" Hetalia: (They come from the mirror) If yah wanna know more about that then check the wiki.
3p: The "sweet" Hetalia: Everything is nice and sweet. There's no war or madness. Every thing is made of sugar and candy. Even the people. Everything except the countries, they are flesh and bone but their clothes are sweets. They are all nice. They're candy ,sweets, and people are different where you go. Like if you go to Russia the snow is powdered sugar, but in Denmark for example the snow is Ice cream. (They come from a picture book called The Sweet World)
4p: The "Poor" Hetalia: The world after a nuclear war. Countries made alliences and live together with their family and try to get by. The world is poor but they all still try to make a living, if by whoring them selfs or stealing from others. It doesn't matter as long as they can survive. (They come from any door opened with a special skeleton
Reader x 2p hetalia part 3"I hope they're alright " you said in your head.Reader x 2p hetalia part 32 years ago in Horror More Like This
A couple of other countries came in talking about what happened yesterday in Italy.
"Hey________ did you hear about what happened to Italy and Romano yesterday". You turned around to see your friend Hungary. "Yes I did I hope they're alright ". You replied with a frown. "I think it's a side effect from those cupcakes thank God I didn't eat them." She said. So you weren't the only one thinking that it was the cupcakes. "Yeah I think it's the cupcakes as well." you replied.
Other countries were walking in now. A man with a white cat on his head was taking a nap in his seat. He was known as the country Greece. Another man walked in he had short brown hair and a white mask that covered his eyes. He walked up to Greece who was still asleep and slapped the back of his head. Greece woke up and started swearing at him in Greek. You didn't understand a word he said. The two began to fight.
30 minutes later……
All the countries took t
In My Own AshesIn the long forgotten sands at the end of the WorldsIn My Own Ashes2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By the sea where the long forgotten souls swirled
Beneath the long forgotten sky of long forgotten memories,
I saw my own face, staring back and shimmering.
Standing in my own ashes, long forgotten but existing
No longer fighting and no longer resisting;
I've long forgotten every reason to be
Lost in this oh-so long forgotten memory.
Remember to forget and forget to have forgotten
All things lost, every little thing rotten,
Frozen somewhere between logic and belief
Lost somewhere outside happiness or grief.
Standing in my own ashes, though never knowing why
Never knowing how I lived, never knowing how I died;
I go down and float in the sea of long forgotten souls
Long forgotten among these long forgotten shoals.
Detective!Reader x Hetalia: HetaClueIt was a cold windy stormy night. You had come to the mansion of the famous Mr. Kaiba for a dinner party, dressed in your best dress (or suit). As your carriage gets closer towards the big mansion, you get the most uneasy gut feeling that something bad is going to happen. You cling to your clothes tightly but take deep breathes and try to relax. Hopefully you won't be the only one at this dinner party, right?Detective!Reader x Hetalia: HetaClue2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Luckily, your wish was granted as you saw two other carriages passing you, and definitely going in the same direction towards Mr. Kaiba's home. You feel a bit more relieved but that strange sick gut feeling just became a little stronger.
"Calm down " You told yourself. "It'll be okay. Just because you're a detective, doesn't mean there's going to be a case that ruins the night, right?"
Finally, your carriage pulls up. Your coach driver opens your door and holds his hand for you as you step out. Thanking him for the ride, you turn and see 8 other men getting out and talking. A
Cardverse x Reader ~ Let the games begin!Cardverse x Reader ~ Let the games begin!2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Once upon a time, just like every story starts, there were four powerful kingdoms.
The Kingdom of Spades, the smart one
The Kingdom of Hearts, the aggressive one
The kingdom of Diamonds, the beautiful one
and The Kingdom of Clubs, the cold one
These four kingdoms were very different and got into fights often. Millions of people died during those wars and everyone got sick of the endless bloodbaths. After another fierce battle, the rulers of those kingdoms came together and voted for two soldiers to become the 'peace keepers'. Those soldiers were called 'Jokers'.
Nowadays, these Kingdoms still exist. All four of them live a separated live in peace. However, once in a year the kingdom come together to fight a war of pride, they fight to prove which Kingdom is the strongest of all. The Jokers protect the kingdoms, the red joker protect the Hearts and Diamonds, while the black joker protect the spades and clubs
Each kingdom is made of the same amount of people.
One queen, one king, one jac
.:Luna:. RP OC.:Luna:. RP OC3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
NARUTO Shippuuden character info
Name: Luna Nami Myako
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Personality: Luna, is friendly with anyone around her, except if you steal her food. She's cheerful and happy, if she doesn't smile the world is going to end..
Good Habit(s): is making to much food a good habit?
Bad Habit(s): loves foodddd .
Like(s): The MOON, pasta, ramen, the stars
Dislike(s): bugssssssssssss (so she HATESSS shino)
Hobbies: Drawing, Meditating.
Fear(s): Shadows in the night
Strength(s): water type jutsu
Personal Quote: "the Black Bird is the last one to fall "
History: Luna, has always been a good girl, even if it rains she smiles. When she was a kid she saw her onw dad to be killed by the elder of the clan, she never let her heart became darck and fill with hate, even more after hearing what happened with the Uchiha clan. Luna growed p
TWISTED SUMMER competition+giveaway! CLOSEDcurrrently holding a competition and giveaway in :icontwistedcreepyland:TWISTED SUMMER competition+giveaway! CLOSED2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Its been 2 months since the group twistedcreepyland has been made .
time for the first ever Twistedcreepyland :icontwistedcreepyland: competition and giveaway !
about competition :
deadline: 2013 / august /3 Saturday
plenty of time !
~the theme is :summer but in a twisted / creepy way
eg a person stabbing a zombie on the beach with a beach umbrella ect (.
1800 points Give Away!"all you have to do is Favorite this journal to enter the give away."1800 points Give Away!2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"Why I'm giving away so much points."
Only few month left till I going to college.
But right now my family is at financial crisis.
They only have barely enough to pay for their own
food.They is very serious, I would not take something
like this to joke about.
They will pay $0 dollar for my collage tuition because of
their financial situation.
The only way is scholarships.
Today, I have entered a scholarship
that would change the way I live every
single day.Because this scholarship
will pay all my tuition.
How it work.
If you favorite this journal you will get to win 10 points out of 1800.(10 person)
If you vote for me in the scholarship contest.
(Most be 18 & older to vote and have a Facebook.)
you will get a chance to win one of those price.
Grand price: 1124 points
second price: 500 points
Third price: 10 person will each win 10 points
total of 100 points
I love you, John WatsonI heard gunfire. Tell me you're all right. -SHI love you, John Watson3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm fine, Sherlock...just fine...-JW
Where are you? Where's the gunfire? -SH
Alleyway...coming from the rooftops. -JW
Where are you now? -SH
I'm fine, Sherlock. -JW
I need to find the injured! Moriarty's not someone to be messed with! -SH
I know that! -JW
This guy/girl could be in mortal danger. Where is the body? Tell me street names John, street names! -SH
I'm pinned in an alleyway! -JW
What? Where? -SH
John, answer me! -SH
Corner of Pdiehdoeficnvfronfv -JW
"Dammit." Sherlock said to himself. The end of the text was messed up. He tried to analyse it "Well, it had to start with a 'P'...That doesn't give me much to go on..." His face brightened as he got an idea "I'M SO STUPID!" He searched for John's phone on the new tracking website.
John clutched his leg, gritting his teeth.
Sherlock turned the corner out of breath and saw John, lying on the floor with a man standing right above him, concealed in shadows "Hey! You
Prologue: Amateur In LoveWhen life hands you lemons, you make...Prologue: Amateur In Love2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I can never remember how to complete that phrase. I know it's something simple, something that's made. But me being me, I'm as slow as ever.
Whatever the case may be, I find that expression most accurately describes my situation now. I realized that for the first time ever, I have feelings for someone. It's not a simple crush either; I've fallen in love. How that came to be now, all of a sudden, and not any other time in the past 19 years I've known this person, I didn't know. I wondered until my headache almost split me open.
I have absolutely no experience with love. No good friends to talk about it with, no people to hear about it from, no TV to watch its work, no book. My parents divorced right after I'd been born, and I was given to my single aunt who’s been separated from her unloving husband for my whole life. So how could I have realized this now, and why did I love this person?
"Nate," a familiar voice called, snapping me out of my
The GreatestI wish that I could write for you,The Greatest2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the greatest piece of work;
the loveliest rhymes
with the loveliest flow,
and the loveliest set of words.
But I haven't the rhymes,
and I haven't the flow,
I've misplaced my words.
Suffice it to say
that I'm doing my best
and if my best's not the best
it's not worthy.
So walk through the storm,
with the rumbling thunder;
if it's too much to walk alone,
I'll be right here.
Trying my best.
Marry Me?John, I miss you. Why did you have to go to Harriet's? -SHMarry Me?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Because she asked me to, Sherlock. It's only for a couple days. -JW
I want a kiss. -SH
I'm not used to being away from you. -SH
I can hardly kiss you via text, now can I? -JW
You weren't this bad when I went to Dublin for that conference. -JW
Because we had been in a relationship for two weeks. But now, we've been inseparable for nearly two years. -SH
I know. She did say you could come. -JW
Harry does want to meet you. -JW
She won't like me. -SH
Of course she will! -JW
I'll end up annoying her. -SH
Well...if you refrained from doing your deducing, you'd be fine. -JW
But it comes naturally. I've been deducing since I was a child. -SH
I understand that, Sherlock, but to others, sometimes you come off...a bit rude. -JW
Don't sugar coat things, John. People think I am a bastard. -SH
Well, if you held off on the deducing for a bit and let her get to know you, I'm sure she'd see all the wonderful things I see. -JW
Monsters and DemonsOnce the sun in the sky has gone to its bed.Monsters and Demons2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And all is quiet in our world,
Monsters and demons awaken with dread,
And stories being to unfold.
Noises being to shatter the silence.
That is when the demons nightmare starts.
Because a figure sits alone in quiet defiance,
Entering fear into the other’s hearts.
Monsters scared of a monster,
How strange, I hear you cry!
But this is one they cannot begin to conquer,
As he sit and stares at the sky.
For he is not like the others,
By day he has another form.
In sunlight he works along with his brothers,
As night hits he starts to deform.
He walks alone each lonely night
But he holds no fear in his heart.
Though the whispers in trees may cause others fright,
He holds the power of black art.
Demons will stir with the pass of his feet,
But cower in fear in their lairs.
Any who challenge him are met with defeat,
And those that remain say their prayers.
With muttered words and the slash of a blade,
Slayed demons will fall to the floor.
In Which there was an Absence of SocksThis,In Which there was an Absence of Socks2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everywhere around you.
Scattered on the floor.
So much for me to do,
Before walking out the door.
When I stay here,
And finish my stuff,
I will sit down and wonder soon enough:
What's the difference between a friendless sock,
And a sockless friend?
Naufrago IIIContinuando por donde nos quedamos, ¡Lamento la demora! ~idielnemrac, este capítulo va para ti.Naufrago III2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Martín no esperó a que el sol empezase a picar para ponerse sus ropas por dos motivos: Manuel y la necesidad de no sufrir una insolación. Se habían secad lo suficiente, con eso le bastaba.
Miró hacia el horizonte, cosa que presentía iba a hacérsele costumbre, y no pudo ver nada más que agua. Ni siquiera la sombra de alguna montaña lejana, nada. Tampoco había gaviotas volando cerca, lo que significaba que no había ni siquiera un islote cerca. A cualquier lado que voltease sería lo mismo. Básicamente, estaba perdido en medio del océano y su única esperanza de salida era un sireno que básicamente lo quería violar. No muy esperanzador.
Un sonido vino del agua y su pequeña barca se removió u
Un Poema DesesperadoTinta transparente, los colores no existen y las hojas amarillas tampoco. El fuego las consume en su esencia, eliminando todo rastro de su fugaz estancia entre mis dedos. Se hacen cenizas negras y se quedan así. No van a sufrir más metamorfosis.Un Poema Desesperado2 years ago in Drama More Like This
El sonido de las llamas moviéndose encerradas, impacientes por recorrer un espacio que no conocerán jamás, despierta mis sentidos y los ojos se me desvían desde el libro hasta la chimenea. Y allí está, el triste intento de carta de amor que alguna vez intenté escribirte. Lo hice, pero no resultó ser más que literatura barata. El sello de envío jamás se adhirió al sobre. Los dobleces jamás fueron deshechos entre tus manos, y es el fuego quien me hace el favor de arrebatarme esa fantasía.
Es hermoso mirarlo mientras se lleva mis sentimientos escritos, o la mitad de ellos al menos. Es más hermoso que leer los veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada. Saberme seguro en mi inseguridad, en mis angustias, que estos dolores al corazón jamás te t
The Archer's Legacy-Part One Sunlight flittered through the canopy of leaves above. The smell of flowers and ripened fruit rode the small breeze like horsemen, ruffling the grass. Birds chirped as if celebrating the warm, spring day. An arrow whistled, cutting through the air as if it were nothing.The Archer's Legacy-Part One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It stuck cleanly at the center of an assortment of red and white circles. Lucinda, a maiden of seventeen with night black hair and dark chocolate eyes notched another arrow into the taught string of her bow. The black and red arrow shot past fifty yards of trees and shrubbery to pierce the back of the previous arrow, splitting it in half.
Lucinda allowed her arms to fall. "What a waste," she murmured. "I'll have to make more, I suppose."
The girl crossed the expanse of forest quickly, long hair trailing behind her. Thin, graceful f
#seniormentors ApplicationArt Category: deviantART Related#seniormentors Application3 years ago in Letters More Like This
Three deviations that represent your current skill level:
A little blurb about yourself and your current knowledge in the Art Category selected above:
Being a member of deviantART on this account has taught me many things. Like any website, deviantART is something you have to learn to use well and I have learned this. I currently strive to give my feedback and suggestions to the deviantART community as well as help out others in the dA Related area. My deviantART suggestion, VS: PremiumMembership Wishlist has received a Daily Deviation by former dA Related CV, namenotrequired (now CV of Community Projects). I am convinced that it was Xehara and I who helped show deviantART that there were thousands of deviants willing to change their username. I created a written suggestio
MalvinasHa pasado apenas una década, pero no lo parece. Mientras él y su Primera Ministra esperan, parece que fueran siglos desde la última vez que lo vio, durante la firma de la Rendición Incondicional. Tenía la pierna vendada y sangrante, y sus ojos brillaban con orgullo a pesar de que había perdido de la guerra. De pronto distingue la figura de Argentina caminando detrás de su Presidente, y parece ahora en cambio, que fue ayer la última vez que se vieron. El brillo de sus ojos sigue siendo igual de altanero, y ya no hay ninguna herida en su pierna, pero está tan delgado que por un segundo sólo uno no puede evitar el acto reflejo de preocuparse. Martín lanza una breve sonrisa a modo de saludo a España, que ha dejado el papel de anfitrión a su jefe y se limita a observar calladamente desde un rincón, y luego toma asiento directamente frente a él.Malvinas3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sus jefes dialogan y discuten de política traductor por
LH: Punta del DiabloSebastián entró a la habitación en penumbras y se dirigió directamente a la ventana, para levantar las persianas y permitir la luz del sol iluminara el recito.LH: Punta del Diablo2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Martín, que estaba recostado en la cama, abrió lentamente los ojos al sentir la luz sobre su rostro. Acto seguido hizo una mueca de molestia y se tapó la cara con las manos, quejándose con su primo.
—Te va a hacer bien —le dijo sentándose a su lado sobre el colchón.
La respuesta del argentino fue un pequeño pero audible gruñido.
—No seas exagerado, ya no tenes fiebre —le rebatió apoyando sus manos sobre la frente del otro, para corroborar su teoría.
—Pensé que iba a morirme del dolor boludo...
—Si fueras una persona normal sí, cabía la posibilidad de que hubieras muerto —concedió.
Sebastián generalmente se hubiera burlado sobremanera del drama que hacia su primo cada vez que enfermaba, pero no era el caso. — ¿Tenías que ir y tocarlo, no? —Lo cual no significaba que no encontrara otras maneras de molestarlo un poco—. ¿Nunc
ArgChi: Capitulo 2Un molesto ruido lo despertó. Lo ignoro. La resaca hacia que cualquier cosa lo pongo de mal humor y el teléfono no era la excepción. El timbrido ceso pero Martín no volvió a lograr dormirse ya que un nuevo sonido apareció: su celular. Ni siquiera se movió. El tono de llamada siguió sonando un y otra vez, hasta que con furia asesina lo agarro. "Llamada Entrante, SEBAS". Rechazo la llamada y tecleo un mensaje de texto;ArgChi: Capitulo 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Tengo resaca, no me rompas las pelotas"
Después se disculparía. Quizá. Gruño cuando el sonido molesto le corto el hilo somnoliento."Un nuevo mensaje, SEBAS". Pulso aceptar y ojeo.
"Estaba preocupado " el argentino sonrió con cariño al leer la primera línea. " pero es bueno saber que no cometiste una estupidez. Aunque estoy un poco sorprendido por eso."
"Gracias (sarcasmo mode on)"
Martín ya estaba totalmente despierto y por la luz que se filtro por la ventana, pod
Fanfic ChilexArg ChilexUK 3"Engañado por el enemigo" parte 3 (final)Fanfic ChilexArg ChilexUK 35 years ago in Sketches More Like This
-¡¡¡Ahhhhh!!! ¡Martín culiao! ¡Te odio fleto de mierda!
Necesitaba desahogarme, gritar todo lo que sentía.
Abrí el refrigerador y saqué una chela, necesitaba curarme, no saber del mundo hasta el otro día, un día que iba a ser totalmente distinto a los demás, Martín no me llamaría ni iría a verme en la mañana. Es tan extraño siempre quise tenerlo lejos de mí, pero ahora que prácticamente lo he conseguido, me doy cuenta de que lo necesito, no necesito más que nunca a mi lado.
Abrí la chela y tomé un poco, ah que refrescante y delicioso sabor, solo debía beber y mis preocupaciones se irían, sin embargo, incluso el delicioso sabor de la cerveza me recordaba a Martín, me recordaba a esas innumerables veces que se aprovechaba de mi estado de ebriedad para hacerme suyo. Ese imbécil siempre que
The Perfect Storm - Chapter 1The Perfect Storm - Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
With a wild, alert look, the young boy standing on the wooden boardwalk promptly stepped forward, closer and closer to the unknown. He was alone now. His brother's sword was all he had left to his name, and he treasured it so greatly that he held it there with his left hand even as it rested in its sheath. The warm summer breeze played with his dark hair as he bit his lip in contemplation.
Before him were three great ships, all making port in the city he was forced to call home. The last one in the row he had his sights on; it was the cleanest, newest ship on the waters. With three tall masts and painted in purple and gold, it was all a boy ever hoped to sail on. The long, elegant letters painted on the side were intriguing to him. The Freeman. Smiling ever so slightly, he sauntered toward the ship that he hoped to captain one day. Then he snorted at his thoughts. "Captain," he murmured aloud. "Even Ja