Stock and Resources Updates Feb 2013Heading Into 2013
We are well on our way towards the warmer part of the year for those of us who live in the Northern Hemisphere, and whilst we shake off our winter blues and snow boots, our Southern Stockers have been wowing us with new beautiful stock and resources (whilst sweltering in the heat!)
The gallery cleanup is still going on, but with a reminder to be patient with us, we know its not easy but we have a very VERY big gallery and just a few people (mostly just Erin and myself) tackling the issue, but its not been forgotten or ignored. Erin and I are also very busy with home life as well
If you feel we've missed out on a sub category (sadly this is very likely right now as we concentrate our efforts on the most used/submitted to areas) please feel free to note us and point us in the right direction!
New Submission Page and Updated Gallery Descriptions
The new submission pa
Damage Control Iruka X ReaderDamage Control Iruka X Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Hey Iruka, I have a bit of not so great news for you.” You stepped through the door of the large classroom to see Iruka washing down the last traces of today’s lesson on the chalkboard. “Remember how we went to that party a few weeks ago and ended up locked in a closet together?”
Iruka laughed nervously as he tossed his wet, chalky cleaning rag into a nearby bucket. “Y-yeah, I remember that. How could I forget?” The smile on his face quickly faded as he put two and two together. “What's the bad news?” Instead of explaining, you held up one of the many photos Konohamaru had taken during the event. “But we got the camera from him. How did he even?” Iruka stopped mid sentence and sighed. “Where did you find this?”
“They're all over town. I must have passed three dozen just walking here.” You folded up the incriminating picture and placed it in your pocket. “Hinata an
Dealing with Art Thieves, Trolls and ScammersdeviantART is a lovely site, one of the best I've come across. However, like all good things, it has it's bad side. This guide teaches you how to deal with those really bad things, art thieves, trolls and scammers.Dealing with Art Thieves, Trolls and Scammers3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
These people can be really distressing for an artist. They can find themselves in a situation which they don't know how to handle. Hopefully, this first part should guide you on how to deal with them.
~If someone steals your art
If you are informed or find out yourself that your artwork was stolen, go straight to the deviation and proceed with these three steps:
Step 1: Say something like 'This art is stolen, please delete it.' If, within a week, the art is gone, forget about it. If not, carry on to step two.
Step 2: Return to the deviation and tell them again 'This art has been stolen from me, delete it.'. Again, if the art is gone within a week, forget about it.
Creative WritingIf you want to write a novel/novella/short story you should always start with a seed. If you ever catch yourself asking a question that starts with "What if...." be sure to write it down. Those questions could lead to a great work of fiction one day. But be careful, you don't want to start a story with too much baggage since it could limit your creativity in the writing process. You may have some idea where you want the story to go, but don't create too many constraints for yourself! The story will unfold if you are ready to work hard on keeping up with what it has to say.Creative Writing3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
When you sit down to start your story, let it write itself and be sure to keep your characters and dialogue realistic. This is accomplished through many different approaches. As a writer, you must learn to hone your powers of observation and watch people and how they interact. Research can come in a variety of forms, from reading other authors to watching movies as well. Keen observat
Create an ID for Dygyt (Alice)For those who don't know me I usually sign off as Dygyt Alice and have been having a hard time trying to figure out what my new deviant ID should be. So I thought I would make it as simple as can be and have a contest. The Contest will be held from Nov. 3rd til Nov. 24th 11:59 pm 2013. Winners should will be posted 7 to 9 days after the Contest is over if not sooner.Create an ID for Dygyt (Alice)2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Here are the few things that I require for you to create a new me:
1. Must be female
2. Must be family friendly (shapely with some clothes is fine)
3. Must have two different coloured eyes.
First Prize is 500 points and an Iconic Fractal created by :iconladycompassion:
Second Prize is 375 points
Third Prize is 250 points
Those that win aut
Writer's BlockWriter's block is something that has been plaguing authors and aspiring authors for many years. Most say that it takes them a long time to get over it while others are over it quickly. For most, writer's block means that they can't get their ideas out on paper. They know where they are going with their story, but they can't figure out how to get there. There are many different things you can do to get over and even prevent writer's block.Writer's Block3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Have a specific time set up each day for writing. It could be an hour a day (two hours on weekends!) or fifteen minutes. It can be first thing in the morning or right after dinner. The point is, make a schedule and stick with it. This will not only lead to more output, it will also lead to better writing. You don't have to focus strictly on your story during that time. Change it up. Spend two or three days a week on your story and add some other things in on the other days.
Free writing is a great technique to help
Just the Beginning [DarylxReader] Ch.1A scream shredded through the air of the forest, the guttural moans and yells from the Walker raising in response. The shrill sound never morphed into a word of 'help', never conforming into the universal plea for salvation. There was no help. There was no salvation. That was a fact you had accepted long ago.Just the Beginning [DarylxReader] Ch.12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Your heartbeat pounded ferociously in your chest, beating twice for every one time your leg hit the ground. Blood roared in your ears, too loud to hear the crunching of leaves and grass as your feet blazed across them, but not loud enough to block out the sounds of the flesh-eater that now called you its prey. You could hear it behind you; God, it moved fast. Your legs were already tiring, weakened by the jarring impact of it to the ground combined with the never-ending trek that had occupied your night. You could feel your pulse in your head, hammering with every sight.
Tree. Shrub. Look back. Walker.
The wind tore past you, latching onto your tattered clothes like fingers malici
Girl as Buildingi fell in love with your architectureGirl as Building3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the cross beams of your cartilage
how your tendons knotted over nerves
like girders, holding up your arms
and the supple curve of neck
a room unto itself
the doors and windows of you
and each brick a voice
that resonates my mortar
the simple stairs of your legs
leading me skyward
where shoulders meet like corridors
and I find myself
taking up residence.
he cried because no one cried for himI found Death crying in the alleyway underneath my apartment window. He crouched, shaking and whimpering out his little mouse of a cry that was muffled by the rumbling cacophony of city night life. He didn't make himself seen and, like the child he was, huddled down and hid his face with his mitten-covered hands.he cried because no one cried for him1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Death made eye contact with me as I watched him from the fire escape. He stared with bright blue eyes perfectly framed with long eye lashes. The chill bit and reddened his nose and cheeks, and his tears left frozen paths of black ice against his face. I didn't mean to, it was an accident, he pleaded with me.
I watched him as he shamefully picked up his victim, a tiny little kitten that was half frozen and curled tightly into itself. He tried to stroke it back to life, begging and pressing the small animal into his plush winter coat.
I'm sorry, he lisped, wiping snot onto his sleeve as he cradled the corpse like a beloved baby doll. My eyes followed his tiny
My Other NameMy Other NameMy Other Name5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes it is to set out forks
beside each plate,
or folding shirts first,
dryer hot in the A.M.
Less often, thirsty from cutting trees
back away from the roof edge,
RapunzelThe floor is covered with ribbons of broken hair snapped, dry, dirty hair. She watches it break and die every day; even when it groans from her scalp, she no longer cries for it. It's only hair.Rapunzel5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She sits in the corner, with another of her headaches, closing her unwashed eyes and praying for sleep.
When a man's voice calls to her from outside, she jumps.
No one speaks to her.
She is one hundred feet from the ground and no one can see her face.
Heart quickening - a newborn sparrow that must learn to fly or else succumb to a hungry mouth - she struggles with her locked bones to stand and run to the window. She only moves slowly, however desperate she is, her wasted muscles threatening to fold. Her fragile fingers with their grey, unfiled nails fight with the stone sill to gain purchase and she sways, a stricken willow planted in her own filth.
"Let down your hair," he says.
Why won't he leave her alone? Why won't he go from here?! But still she mechanically heaves her co
Ghostly AngelI woke up, in my bedGhostly Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my pitch black room
My ghostly friend was back
And wanting to play
Her life was taken away
At a very young age
She wakes me
Night after night
Just to play
Like a child wants too
She was so young so pure
She didn't deserve the death
She had to adore
With a gunshot to the head
Was a drunk
And didn't want to hear her cry
All scared of ghost of the night
She is my ghost
In the night
And I welcome her in my home
I'm not afraid
Every soul needs a day
And I'm the one that makes her day
Night after night
And I don't think she will ever go away.
Gourmet Novel RecipeRecipe for Writing a NovelGourmet Novel Recipe2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Serves: 1. If you’re J K Rowling, billions.
- 1 Tin standard cat food
- 1 Laptop/Computer
- 250g cat biscuits
- 5 Pens, various colours.
- 1 stuffed cat toy with bell
- 1 pouch slightly fussier cat food
- 1 sachet gourmet cat food
- 1 bottle of wine, red or white
- 1 Wine glass (Large)
- 1 300g Tin of tuna
Cooking time: 2-5 years
(Preparation time approximately 10-60 minutes depending on condition of desk and computer speed)
1. Clear space on desk. If you do not have respective space for junk, throw on floor. Place paper and pens in clear space.
2. Turn on computer and allow 10 minutes for slow loading time. Add 2-3 sighs as windows update informs to restart computer. Restart computer and allow a further 10 minutes.
3. Once computer is ready, open up new document.
1. Begin with your plot. Open internet to several pages, use pens and paper to mix r
The Parable of the WriterThree writers came to the table, manuscripts in hand.The Parable of the Writer8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One writer said,
"I wrote this piece to be edited. There is plenty to be cut and moved around."
Another writer said,
"I wrote this piece to be published. Between these pages you'll find everything people want to see."
The last writer said,
"I wrote this to be read."
Then he set his manuscript down, and walked away.
The World Has Moved On Ch. 1The World Has Moved On Ch. 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Title: The World Has Moved On (1/?)
Author: phar_ahkmenrah (halfblood alchemist)
Genre/Pairing: Dean/Castiel, AU
Rating: NC-17 (for strong sexual content, blood and gore, violence and language)
Spoilers: None (AU)
Warnings: This fic will be riddled with strong sexual scenes, violent deaths, torture, graphic imagery, and scary scenes. Far far future fic, modeled after "the Gunslinger" series by Stephen King. NOT A CROSSOVER! (Has similar concept as the Supernatural series, but different presentation. *Character parallels, concept parallel etc*)
Summary: As a great author once said, too many years long since passed, "The world has moved on ". Two brothers find themselves travelling across the lands of a world that time forgot, travelling to avenge the destruction of their village, and the death of their family and friends. On their journey they discover their destiny lies in the secret profession of their late father and find their world turned upside down when they d
Sharing Communion Amongst Creation -DFC Day 30I.Sharing Communion Amongst Creation -DFC Day 302 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sun stretches her caressing hands.
Balancing on the horizon, it seems.
Last rays of day scatter across the lands.
As through a glacier, the light gleams
Over meadows and memories past,
Dripping off cardinal's wings into azure streams.
Galloping alongside stallions unsurpassed,
Golden beams falling with prancing leaves
And slipping into cracks of canyons vast.
Shadow wraps around illumination like sleeves.
Billows as smoldering incense in sacred art.
The day has left, has hastened like ghosts and thieves.
Shade stands resolute and rampart.
Rapt with the veiled, vanquished moon.
Hidden in devious clouds, the waves devoid of heart.
Luna moths glow like enchanted rune.
Catatonic branches creak languid and livid.
Stillness will be overtaken soon.
Rapturous applause is thunder; vivid
Echoes shake the stagnant airó
Bludgeoning and blasting what was once timid.
Rhythmic electricity fractures the sky with flare
To maze its way down, pricking Earth.
Stars hide their shine in such dark
Dear Wartime WidowDear Wartime Widow;Dear Wartime Widow5 years ago in Letters More Like This
You don't know me. Well, you do; I was your neighbour, we lived beside each other for two years and I watched your huskies while you were on duty in Afghanistan. I spoke with your husband daily and gave treats through the fence and cried a little when I woke up one morning and saw your eldest dog had passed away, the others huddled close to it as if to keep him warm. Your husband, he had the same name as my daughter and we chuckled whenever this not-so-strange occurrence came up in conversation and his hair was red like fire.
I used to watch him, a Goliath of a man, digging the garden in your backyard, rebuilding the fence line, laying down boards just underneath the surface of the earth to keep the dogs from digging in to our yard. I helped at midnight when somebody thought it was funny to launch fireworks in to your backyard at the dogs, I'd give you clippings of my climbing vines so you could plant them on your side of the fence and we could have a matching scree
welcome to the real world1. if someone invites you back to their placewelcome to the real world1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
for coffee, and you only drink tea,
you probably won’t actually be drinking coffee.
2. when the creepy guy from work asks you out
again and you think about accepting for the first
time because you’re sick of going home alone and
you have never learned how to say no, don’t. learn.
stand in front of the mirror until you love yourself
enough for your skin to fit snug on your body. read
about the hundreds of millions of planets out in the
hundreds of millions of galaxies and feel so crowded
that you’re about to burst all over again.
3. you’re gonna screw up.
Jesus Christ, you’re gonna screw up so bad
and i’m not talking about forgetting an appointment bad,
or spilling coffee on your boss bad
or getting into a small fender bender on the side of the interstate bad.
i’m talking about the kind of bad that ties you down
into your bed on Monday morning when you
need to go to work. th
On learning lessonsWhen learning lessons,On learning lessons4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One should listen
When practising lessons learnt,
One should capture the essence of what went before
for fear of thoughts dripping away.
When utilising the practise we drum
into into into our hands,
One should steady oneself-