The Birth of Lemongrab I feel cold, weak. Lying on something hard and icy, my head resting on what feels like a stone. I can feel hands smoothing themselves ove my body, shaping me. I can feel the stuffy air on my skin.The Birth of Lemongrab3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Touching my face, something is added. I can smell now- smell the stench of rot and decay, waste. Something inside of me is sickened. I want nothing more than to slip back into nonexistence.
Cold liquid is poured onto my face. I can feel features forming, my skin stretching. All of a sudden, I can taste the air through thin lips, the taste of a sickly-sweet, spoiled world no sane person could ever accept.
Vision blurs to me, and my eyes snap open. The room is dark, grey, filthy. A sound escapes my throat, something that doesn't even sound human. In fear, I scream, my wide eyes darting around the room.
My eyes meet those of a hideous woman standin
lovely flying stinging thingswasp to the face, and lo!lovely flying stinging things2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
oh my hell holy jesus christ
my god what the hell!
did not spark forth like sacred lightning
upon the offending
Barren Warren- Ch 4I just want to say that everyone who reviewed- you guys are amazing! I'm seeing more names I recognize from the Thorki section pop up, and it's really great to see you guys! Shout out to saix-puppy-lover~ glad to see you here, chickadee!Barren Warren- Ch 42 years ago in Drama More Like This
Me no own. Broke college kid just having some fun here. No money made off this what so ever.
Reviews (polite ones, if you don't mind!) are very welcomed here!
Bunnymund carried the young winter spirit to his temporary arrangement after about three hours of watching the globe spin slowly and ordering the egglettes around. As he laid the smaller rabbit onto the soft, flat surface of the bed, he tried his best not to wake the typically overly hyper winter spirit. Jack needed his rest, and Bunny didn't need an earful from the overly maternal forces of North and Tooth combined. Not that he didn't respect his fellow guardians, but he didn't like to be told what to do when it came to kits. He'd practically raise
The Surreal SeasonArbitrary screams, have washed away in blissThe Surreal Season2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The forever unspoken words, turned into kiss'
From the uncertain lips of deceit
A chilling breeze from the exiled mist
The fiery summer has gone ashtray
Radiant winter is along its way.
JackRabbit: You Do Your Job, I'll Do Mine Snowball fights weren’t really Bunnymund’s thing. Sure, he was getting back into the habit of interacting with the kids he protected, but he preferred to do something a little less destructive. So while Jack was running around and launching projectiles at children’s heads, eh was helping the others build forts and snowmen.JackRabbit: You Do Your Job, I'll Do Mine2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Time out, time out!” Jack called, dodging one snowball after another. “Good game, but gimme a second to catch my breath!” He was laughing and panting as he wandered back to Bunny’s side and faceplanted in the snow.
“All right, Jacky?” Bunnymund asked, glancing down at him without much concern. The newest Guardian rolled over in the snow and grinned up at him.
interview with apofissinterview with apofiss2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with *apofiss
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is thefluffyshrimp: and today I have the great privilege to interview , artist behind the ever popular Boggart series and other great works.
Hey all you folks there in AtAChat! Go ahead and start posting questions now.
asks "Apofiss, where does the inspiration for your art usually come from?"
it tends to come from daily inspirations where dA actually has a huge role in it. the artists I follow, animes and movies... it's like an outcome from it all. also, the music... it does help a lot to imagine certain atmosphere more intensively.
asks "What program do you use?"
I use photoshop and paint tool sai.; photoshop mainly for colour correction an such.
asks "How did your unique style of art evolve?"
I think it began back in 2008 when I painted the very first bubble no really, the painting called ''mutual thing'' ...it was like a certain start I think. I remember few years ago I got really inspired by cypherx (she's on dA) wo
AphroditeRoses shall not narrate thy holy eyesAphrodite2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Undone by love, stars in disguise
Bejewled fair face, only thou fit
A blossom of hope that never wilts
Bound by spell only thee I think of
Angel thou I love by the name Above
Indeed crystalline thine ethereal face
Like a trinket shaped with Lord's grace
Or the falling benevolent winter snow
Valor wings thy hast heaven aglow
Enchanting thy lips take my sight
Young and tantalized thy beloved heart
One that shudders but never falls apart
Untying my hands Angel show me light.
AmericaXReaderXRussia: All's Fair in Love and WarAmerica X Reader X Russia: All's Fair in Love and War.AmericaXReaderXRussia: All's Fair in Love and War2 years ago in Romance More Like This
This is my entry for the Sinful Valentine contest! I choose to go with Lust and Wraith and behold here it is I hope you all like this >.> (God this is made of fail)
You sat there, bored out of your mind, wondering when this pointless meeting was going to be over with. You glanced up at the clock and let out a sigh of relief. "Only twenty more minutes before I can go home, take a shower, read manga and eat ice cream." You smiled at the thought of finally being able to get the hell outta here and unwinding. Today hadn't really been your best day. You had possibly the worst headache ever, and the fact that you were stuck sitting in between France a
On My Own (Grantaire Parody)And now I'm left alone againOn My Own (Grantaire Parody)1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Nowhere to turn, no one to go to
Without a home, without a friend
Without that hope they all can renew
The empty bottles all drawn near;
I pray for the numbness I hold dear
Sometimes I stumble through the streets
When everybody else is sleeping
I'm losing focus and sensation
But the bitterness I'm keeping
He spoke of black and red
The words still ring inside my head
On my own
Pretending he's beside me
I walk with him 'til morning
I drink away my sorrows
Until all I see is him and me
At least until tomorrow
In this haze
The pavement shines like silver
All the lights are misty like the river
In my vision
His eyes are full of starlight
And I can see him holding me to scare away the shivers
And I know
And I'm all the more resigned
That it's the drink that's talking to me
And not him
It's only Patria in his mind
Still I say
There's a way for us
I love him
But when sobriety ends illusion
He is gone
To plan his revolution
Falling ButterfliesThere lies a girl in a forest so deadFalling Butterflies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a thought, just a thought, living inside her head
A thought of a world with no furious knights
A world with a dream in the darkest of nights
There lies a girl with a thought in her mind
Something the others simply left behind
A thought of a world of imagination
Where everyone lives in their own creations
A girl living in an imaginary place
With fire in the rain and a smile on her face
There lies a girl with a new point of view...
There lies a girl looking up towards you
There lies a girl, with a knife in her flesh
Life was not a place filled with happiness
What was the point of surviving at all
If every butterfly flies only to fall?
The WavesTrace the lines in your palmsThe Waves1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
cement that map to memory—
and man, though you are weak
your palms are hard,
they are harder than waves
the waves that slam into the sands
they’re itching to ensnare you
but you’ve got roots in your toes
and you’ve got kites up in those skies
those skies that drift and whirl
the ballerinas, they tiptoe round and round—
are you dizzy?
So you lean into the dunes
lose yourself in the sky
the sky, that graveyard of dead stars
they glisten so sharply—
are they in rigor?
are they caught in the breath,
that gasp before the blood hardens,
before the final moment bursts?
like bubbles, they wink out of life
(they die in someone’s memory)
“so what are we then,” you ask
“what are we—
are we ghosts?
are we dreams?
are we dust?”
Man, you are weak
you’re trembling when it isn’t cold
and you’re feeling your pulse race your heart—
The ElementsI.The Elements2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wine as red as stained glass
is lifted up & tilted back
touch wood like thunder
having given up grace
thread across wrists & palms
spent vessels returning to the heart
Fingertips suffused with pulse
lift to lightning's loveliness
Barren Warren- Ch 1Rise of the Guardians: SnowBunny pairing if you want to squint (so potential slash later?). Maybe become something, but don't know for now. Please enjoy!Barren Warren- Ch 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jack had been enjoying his time since Pitch's defeat. After today's snowball fight in Burgess, he'd started to head back to his favorite lake to take a good long rest before heading to see North. The man had become like a grandfather to him in these past few months, and since Christmas was in a month, Jack thought he would offer a hand with the last few toy based issues. North had insisted that the boy stay with him, but Jack had politely declined. He needed his freedom, and being cooped up in a workshop for ten months out of the year wasn't going to fly with the ice spirit.
Walking down the deer path that lead to his favorite frozen pond, Jack allowed his thoughts to wander to his fellow guardians. He remembered how well they'd taken him in, even after all the mayhem he'd caused over the time
Demon and the girl... ...The demon was sitting against a wall, sat comfortably in the night on the ledge of one of the walls surrounding his castle. He admired the night sky and the full moon, and the shadows whom moved silently- invisible in the dark.Demon and the girl... ...7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And then his peace was shattered instantly by a piercing scream.
He looked down away from the sky casually to see a shadow running over the landscape below, reeking of fear and exhaustion- the stench of a mortal filled his nostrils. His sharp red eyes looked ahead to her pursuers- and a smile formed in the corner of his mouth.
Kanine beasts covered black with three glowing red eyes and long snapping whiskers. Claws with which to tear apart flesh and bone.
The footsteps of her fleeing stopped and were replaced by close panicked breathing.
She could run no further, blocked and trapped by a wall that seemed to span for miles in both directions. She could only run to the left or right for a minute or two at the most before being caught- and eaten
freewriting: Lost in DreamsIt's a blessing it's a cursefreewriting: Lost in Dreams1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its freedom and also a prison
It is bliss that causes pain
You love it and you hate it
You want to stay
But know you must leave
Before you are lost in dreams
Its beauty is tantalizing
Tender and delicate
Yet strong and demanding
You find yourself
Into another place or another time
No longer is this existence the same
Another has become just as important
So you fight to stay awake
Yet the mind wins again
So you sleep awake
Day in day out
Sleep and dream
No one knows where you are
Then the sun sets
Another day lost
Dreaming days away
Then a lifetime
What to do to reclaim
The world of reality
Some how trapped
By the mind
The default is on dream
So you feed it
What else can you do?
You feel like a fish out of water
When this world comes into focus
So you dive back down again
For the sea of dreams
Has become your home
And no one knows
That you are about to be
Sweet DreamsSweet Dreams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The endless thoughts of the night,
Rambling, sometimes not making sense.
Soothing away the worries of everyday life.
So very whimsical.
But every once in a while
A special dream comes along
The kind of dream that you remember forever.
The dreams that lulls your mind into a sense of ease.
The sort of dream that makes you genuinely happy.
That dream that makes you feel like you never want to wake up.
There's always that one dream
That you remember for life
Even if you're not sure what the heck it means.
You just can't help smiling when you think of it.
I'm Here for YouWhat do you expect me to sayI'm Here for You2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When you keep pushing me away?
RememberI can't read your mind,
And time cannot rewind.
Regret will only make it worse
Like a bad omen from a curse.
This will surely make you stronger;
Please just hold on longer.
I'll be here, right by your side;
You don't have to run and hide.
Just try to find the silver lining
The sun will keep on shining.
Never forget that this is true:
I am here for you.
Skin.I love the way life leaves its mark on our bodies.Skin.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every laugh and smile etched in the crinkles around your eyes and mouth;
Those tan-lines the time you forgot about sunscreen
Because you were so hell-bent on reaching that mountain peak
Or when you just became lost in the gentle lap of waves at the shore;
The scars you got skateboarding in the park at summer dusk
Or when life became pain and it was your only release.
Our bodies are a record of our memories and experiences
They are our travel journals and emotional diaries
Our delicate armour to the elements.
And no matter its colour, its stature, if it's not quite intact
If you sometimes think it takes up too much space, or if it has pointy corners
Your body is the vessel for your soul, and every wonderful facet of who you are
Sparkles from the surface of your skin.
Skin that may grow to be wrinkled, tanned, scarred, well lived-in
Although not always embraced by you the way that others embrace it.
Take the time to explore the s
Interview Your CharacterINTERVIEW YOUR CHARACTERInterview Your Character3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
(YOUNG ADULT VERSION)
Choose an original character you have created. All questions must be answered from the character's perspective. The character should remain "in character" throughout the interview. The character may refuse to answer a given question, but must say something in reply to it. The character must answer truthfully, but that does not necessarily mean that their answers must be true, only that the character believes them to be true. Have fun.
. VITAL STATISTICS
. ABILITIES AND TRAITS
. HISTORY AND INFLUENCES
. PERSONAL TASTES AND OPINIONS
. SELF IMAGE
. KEY SOCIAL INFLUENCE
. GOALS AND DREAMS
1: What is your full name?
2: Do you have a nickname, pseudonym, or alternate identity?
3: How tall are you?
4: How much do you weigh?
5: What kind of build do you have (are you thin, fat, gangly, muscular, etc.)?
6: Describe your hai