MonstersWhite turns to pink,Monsters2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pink flows to red,
White peeks from underneath
Buried in the white
Is a river of purple
At a glance the line
Looks like a bruise
Under my flesh
But I know what it is
A pathway, living under my skin
Feeding oxygen to my fingertips
Breathe in, breathe out
I close my eyes
Imagine life different
See a smiling face
Dancing in rays of sun
A smile forms on my lips
It lingers for a moment
But it is a lie
So I give it up
Here alone, on my own,
No prying eyes,
I don't have to fake it.
Letting the red flow
It drips of my fingertips
They're getting less oxygen now.
I walk to the mirror
Looking in my eyes
I see the truth
I don't know what's in there.
Rain, RainRain, rainRain, Rain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's come to play
Will you please stay?
And wash my troubles away
Rinse the blood away from the wounds of today
And ease the pian of tomorrow
To Be An Artist1: "Look at these paintings. They're just awful."To Be An Artist5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
2: "That's their vision as an artist. Don't hate, my friend."
1: "Oh I know about being an artist. I know how to draw."
2: "Being able to draw doesn't make you an artist."
2: "You gotta feel it.
You gotta taste it, know it, eat it, breathe it, see it, LIVE it.
You gotta shudder as the colors pour from your veins.
You gotta scrape at the canvas just to understand your vision.
You can't eat - you gotta STARVE!
You gotta lose a loaf of bread for some tubes of paint and fall asleep at your canvas still dressed in yo paint splattered apron.
You gotta get F's because you were too busy daydreaming about what your next project will be.
You gotta get writer's block.
You gotta get artist's block.
You gotta get blocks of your blocks then get blocked some more.
You gotta get drained of inspiration for years then explode with something amazing.
You gotta scramble to the nearest object just to put it down somewhere.
You gotta spray, shake,
List of Random Magical SpellsList of Random Magical Spells4 years ago in Settings More Like This
REMEMBER: A "Good" author, or even a "Great" one, does their best to be unique with their ideas for a magical universe, and avoids God-moding (aka, where a character is impossible to defeat, despite little training, etc etc.) A "Wise" author ALSO remembers, that every spell can be counter-attacked, or canceled all together, with another one. Spells are an endless cycle of attack and counter-attack, start and cancel, and many can, like medicine, have a greater, or worse, effect, if combined.
Now then, this list contains spells that I myself came up with. They are not Harry Potter spells, so please look elsewhere for those. If you have a unique spell that you are fine with others using for any reason, without credit to you, feel free to leave it in the comments section!
Likewise, these spells are for use of ANYone, with NO credit needed, to be used in ANY means they desire; books, comics, fanfics, etc etc. However, I would still recommend coming up with a uniq
Swallowing LiesIt slides down my throatSwallowing Lies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like silver mercury
Lies are easily swallowed
Now that I can stomach them
But they won't be inside for long
In a few minutes, they'll be flushed away
Comes up almost as easy as it slides down
I'll swallow the lies
But they won't eat me alive anymore
Dead at 16My worries are a reservoirDead at 162 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her worries are a lake
In that they’re very real indeed
Whereas mine are very fake
Invented to seek attention
Lies, oh despicable lies
One day I’ll drown in metaphors
Please be sure to sympathise
But while you show me this concern
Who'll be looking out for her
Blood curdling screams from my mouth
She is nil by mouth and verse
I have cried wolf so many times
She can’t even cry her own tears
My lies are spun in silk cobwebs
My spinneret shrouding your ears
I spoon fed you daily doses
So it was easier to digest
I planted those seeds of sorrow
Your fertile mind did the rest
Lies, all those despicable lies
What ever could be more obscene
Perhaps a girl that no one heard
Who was found dead at age sixteen
You'd think twiceYou'd think twice,You'd think twice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know you would.
If you knew the truth
of what I've done.
I've hurt myself,
and I can't promise
I won't do it again.
I'm broken down,
and not very pretty
in the first place
so if you knew everything else
you would think twice
I know almost certainly.
For why have someone that is
broken and insecure
when you can have
someone with less problems?
why go after me,
when there's someone better?
who has no scars,
who has not hurt their family.
someone that is not damaged.
yes I'm pretty sure
you would think twice
about liking me
if you knew the whole truth.
because why have me
when there's someone
that isn't broken
Character Description FormCharacter Description Form3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
This form works for commissions, art trades, requests, or any possible situation in which I or someone else could be drawing your character.
This form will give me a sense of how to draw your character! Please copy and paste this text into a note or deviation. Highlight and type over the parts that aren't in bold. You can jump back to this form for the links.
Please share as much information as you can think of! The more info you give me, the more easily I can draw your character how you envision him/her. You won't be pestering me if you tell me the exact hair color; instead, I'll be happier to know that I'm getting it right.
Premium members (and non-premium members?) can add thumbnails to literature deviations through Sta.sh! This is a great way to incorporate reference pictures. Otherwise just put in links, such as
DW: Sleeping TogetherHe could pinpoint the day, or rather night, it had all started, but he could not imagine the day he would not want it anymore.DW: Sleeping Together2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The night it had started, had been a time for a rare nap, when she had suddenly shaken him awake, whispered his name over and over in a strangled, panicked voice. He had pulled her down to the bed, held her tight as she calmed down enough to finally tell him about the horrible nightmare about demons telling her she was going to die. She fell asleep in his arms that night and he smiled as he dozed off with her.
After that night, their nights together became more and more frequent, and he did not complain. He looked at his beautiful companion with a smile on his lips. Her head was resting on his chest, one hand grabbing his shirt, as though she was holding him in place, making sure he did not leave. Not that he would. He had never liked standing still, but having her with him like this, definitely made it worth it.
Those nights, he would stay awake and watch her.
There's nothing drier than a communion wafer.There's that postal service sound,There's nothing drier than a communion wafer.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blunt dental tools on rotten nerve endings.
Continuing this communion wafer
correspondence. Has become as natural
as air travel.
Fluid as tar.
Changeable as underwear.
The lace kind that stains.
Aerosol burns are more warming.
I'd take the intimacy of punishment
(you've told me how well I take it...)
over the hollowness in his absence.
Worse than the dysphoria of watching
another rental car pull away,
the phantom scent of your overpriced soap,
the days I convince myself I could detox you
from my very fucking plasma.
Repentant? relapsed? Never recovered.
This is a co-dependent correspondence.
Though I know that you can just.
Chitty Chitty Pow PowDoctor Who/Chitty Chitty Bang Bang CrossoverChitty Chitty Pow Pow2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Tardis isn't the only temperamental machine the Doctor has to deal with...
"Chitty, Chitty, Pow! Pow!"
The car backfired with irritated emphasis.
"Listen!" the Doctor said, hands on his hips as he glared at the car. "I am accustomed to temperamental machinery, but that's just rude!"
The car flared its wings at him. It was an old 1880s roadster with a barrel-shaped engine cover, wood siding, runner boards and old-fashioned arc lamps.
It also had a lot of attitude.
The Doctor adjusted his bowtie, offended. He brandished the sonic screwdriver at it, berating. "I don't care what other Time Lord has been working on you, I promised I'd have you up and running by Saturday, and I intend to keep that promise."
The engine growled irritably under its hood, various accessories flashing at him.
"Yes, I know the sonic tickles," the Doctor said consolingly, "but if we want to fix you we haven't got any choice."
The radiator hissed a sigh at him,
Swallowing an affair in tryptic1Swallowing an affair in tryptic2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Someone once told me a fear of clowns, is a fear of chaos. A fear of destruction. Terror based in the idea that one day you'll look into the mirror and see the paint on your own face. If "God is a comedian playing to an audience to afraid to laugh" You can make them scream. Get secretive.
(relapse into) return to (a less active or a worse state).
Hotel rooms. Bound wrists. Kisses hard enough to make your lips ache and cheeks burn. Don't bite the bullet. Swallow it. Take it and learn to adjust to all the disgust and mistrust. Breakfast. Ask about the family. Boiling tea to stop you screaming. Sly glances at your Swallow.
Fantasy NamesAceFantasy Names7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Harry O' I can't spell his pseudonymIt smelt like static late spring.Harry O' I can't spell his pseudonym2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two cigarettes had turned to five
I was later than normal.
Running, flecks of mud through nylon,
pulling out my pass.
I found a place in the audience.
Harry O' I can't spell my own fucking pseudonym.
Can't bring myself to write it.
Harry, in a fucking dicky-bow,
The man has a voice like
long fingered vines. Hours.
It took just hours for him to wrap his way
around my follicles and platelets.
Harry O' I didn't have a chance.
Half way though the months when
a swallow made my summer.
I learnt longing had no limits.
He took me to chase the fairies
From the mouth that forced whiskey
through my lips. Bit thorns from my feet.
"You can't let me become your first novel."
I had a back catalogue you know?
Novellas, poems, stories.
My life turned ink.
Reinvented, stylized, fantasized.
Those pieces that brought me to him.
Who knew you can be your own Siren?
Now I'd replace my cells with verbs.
Coffeshop Ch.1: The Girl From The SongRythian was working at his part time job at Blackrock Books, right across from Honeydew Bakery and about a block away from BARRY's Coffeshop. He just loves the smell of the dusty old books that lied on those selves and the dimmed rooms. As the clock rang 5:00pm he grabbed a book from the "Magic" shelf and brought it to the front desk to buy it. His shift was over. He hopped onto his moped that was siting patiently outside, put his helmet on his head and his mp3 ear buds into his ears and started to listen to his favorite song "Set the Sun on Fire" by Patent Pending. He didn't have much money to get himself a car plus he didn't really think he needed one since he is only in college.Coffeshop Ch.1: The Girl From The Song2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was heading back over to his apartment, not BARRY's the usual hang out for him and his best friend Nilesy. He just wasn't feeling like going back there lately, he just felt a bit depressed. As he listen to the song he just wished the girl in the song could be his. As he walks into the doorway
Dear DoctorDear DoctorDear Doctor3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't get my Hogwarts letter
I didn't compete in the Hunger Games
I wasn't in the battle for Middle Earth
I didn't meet my time traveling Henry
I didn't find Graverobber in the graveyard
Sylar didn't come for my brain
I didn't find a Death Note
I wasn't born in Gotham
My dad didn't go on a hunting trip
I didn't meet a consulting detective
I couldn't join Loki's army
I didn't kill Zombies
I didn't get my ticket to The Devils Carnival
I didn't become a killjoy
Mother War didn't take me to the Black Parade
Freddy wasn't in my nightmares
Hannibal didnt invite me to dinner
Im not Divergent
Dwarfs didnt show up for an unexpected journey
I didn't get trapped in Storybrooke
So I'm asking you to come pick me up in the Tardis
I only want something exciting to happen in my life
Hope to see you soon
10 Character Meme!Choose 10 of your favourite characters/OCs/Friends/Celebrites/other.10 Character Meme!2 years ago in Settings More Like This
1:  finds a time machine! What time period do they visit?!
2:  falls in love with , but knows that  is dating . What happens?
3: wakes up in 's house with no memory of how they got there.
4:  receives a love note from . What does it say? How does  react?
5:  and  get married!
6:  and  are stuck on a deserted island. Who survives longest?
7:  beats up . Why?
8:  murders  and  takes the blame.
9: ZOMBIES! How does  react?
10:  traps  in a hole.
11:  is captured by . How does  react?
12:  and  go on a holiday. Where?
13: ,  and  are cursed. What happens to them?
14:  and  visit a haunted house.
15:  is genderswapped. Describe 's reaction.
16:  throws a surprise party for .
17: THE END! Tag someone or describe what 's reaction to this entire meme is.
Yume Nikki - Creepypasta.You forgot how you got there, but you're there, and that's all that matters.Yume Nikki - Creepypasta.6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In a girl's house, to be exact. The girl there is kind of pretty with her blond hair and all, but she says nothing. She hardly even moves.
She just stands there unaffected as you walk around her house, touchin' all of her stuff, reading her books...You just want to see if something bothers her.
Ah, a light switch. Perfect.
You walk over to the light switch and start clicking it on and off. On...off...on...off...You remember how angry your mom would get when you did this, and laugh a bit.
It's been a while since you first walked over there, and now you can't stop. On...off...You don't even think about pulling yourself away, even though you've been there longer than what would be considered "Normal".
And then it happens.
First, you hear a scream behind you. It's the girl, her face contorting and slowly turning monochrome. Her scream turns into something inhuman-sounding. You can only
Welcome to my World 2p!HetaliaxReader-ch.8Welcome to my World 2p!HetaliaxReader-ch.82 years ago in Settings More Like This
WARNING: This depressing reader insert is full of dark, depressing shiet ahead. Also A lot of torture, insanity and madness. READ AT YOUR OWN EXPENSE and don't say i didn't want you. ALSO MAY CONTAIN SEXUAL THEMES, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE WHICH ARE NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNGER VIEWERS/READERS. If you have to questions yourself if you are considered a younger viewer/reader than you probably are.
Smile people, it only gets better from here...
If I were stuck Name's situation I think I would have killed myself, or let myself be killed by this point. I mean honestly what sane kind of person would last this long? Sure there was the Holocaust but that was a whole group and this is just one person. Misery loves company but in this case Misery is the company. Seriously and for who are reading this, why? And for the Author/writer person or whatever you mind is so far into the gutter its not just dirty thoughts its that gross stuff that you pull out and don't even know what it is? The people here
Wolfsbane Part Ten :wolf!PrussiaXReader: Wolfsbane: Part TenWolfsbane Part Ten :wolf!PrussiaXReader:2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
After you had successfully bludgeoned the holy hell out of the now human and naked Gilbert with your trusty skillet, you had managed to calm down long enough to take a look in your bag to see if you had remembered to put any men's clothing in it just in case. Luckily either your brain had been working or Elizabeta or Ludwig had done it, because folded up neatly was a white shirt, black pants, boxers, socks, and a pair of shoes. You hastily tossed the set to the Prussian behind you, pointing behind a tree and saying stiffly, "Go change. Now."
Gilbert grumbled and you heard shuffling, presumably him making his way to the back of the tree. "Fine, but you know you've been waiting to see the awesomeness that is the human me in person for a long time, (name)..."
...so maybe you had been, but it wasn't like you were going to admit it to him.
"Just change, Gilbert," you muttered in exasperation, shaking your head.
It was silent as he pul
Conlanging: A How-ToAre you the sort of person who looks at Elvish script and realizes with excitement that those gorgeous squiggles actually mean something? When watching Avatar, did you find yourself trying to work out certain Na’vi words? Have you ever wished you could make up your own language, whether as something to share with your friends when you were young, or else a deeper element to flesh out your personal universe? If so, you’re damn weird. But you’re also lucky, because this article for the layman is going to make your linguistic dreams a reality.Conlanging: A How-To2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
We’re going to talk about language. More specifically, we’re going to talk about what happens when we take language apart into its little recognizable pieces, because it’s from these pieces of real, natural languages that we build our constructed languages, or conlangs. Essentially, you’re going to get a crash-cours
How To Make A WhovianHow To Make A Whovian2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It was a Wednesday night when it started. Sarah walked in on Christy and Jackson discussing Doctor Who.
"Hey Jackson have you noticed the billboard on 170? The one with the stone angel on it?"
"No, are you serious?"
"Oh yeah. I think it's covering it's face. It's really hard to not blink and look at the thing and drive on the highway and not get killed. I swear it looks like a weeping angel."
Jackson laughed. "That's awesome."
"What's a weeping angel?" Sarah asked as she sat down at the table with them.
Jackson and Christy then proceeded to explain the weeping angels to Sarah. Christy tells her about their first appearance in season 3. Jackson starts to talk about the episodes in season 5. Then Jackson made mention of River Song and her time line with the Doctor.
They tell her how River's last was the Doctor's first. (It's all timey-wimey). Sarah actually began to display some interest.
Christy kept her fingers crossed. She had been trying for the last year to get Sarah