Doge's profileAge: 25Doge's profile3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Occupation: Coroner and Doctor currently residing in the town know as Ponyville
Home town: Trottingham
Fears: Abuse of magic
Likes: Clouds, wings, cookies... I mean who doesn't like cookies?!
Dislikes: Moths... they're evil!
Eye Colour: HAZEL! HAZEL, HAZEL, HAZEL!
Coat colour: Light brown.
Mane colour: Black.
Tail colour: Black.
As an Earth Pony Doge is a naturally tall and muscular pony, as those who use their hooves for even the slightest task are. In spite of his demanding job as Ponyville's Doctor and Coroner he is not in bad shape; rather his physical condition is the same as any other Earth Pony of his age - strong, muscular, broad and tall. Strength, after all, is what sets the Earthen race apart from the Winged ones, Horned race, or those that have the advantages of both. He manages to stay in such fine shape through regularly galloping through the Everfree Forest - he does not share the same fear of this pl
So you want to write a story? - Writing guideSo, a lot of people seemed to like some of my writing guides and tutorials(mostly on other sites where it’s noticed and suffers less competition, but hey, whatever). So, I’m trying to do some more, see if they help anyone. If they do, well great, I guess I can say I accomplished something. I don’t think this was written all that well but whatever, here it is.So you want to write a story? - Writing guide1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
But where to begin???
First, to have a story, you have to have…well…an idea! An idea and a little creativity.
Sometimes you get an idea that doesn’t quite work when you first think of it, but don’t worry.
I have quite a lot of ideas. Some work, some don’t. Some don’t work until you spend a lot of time thinking about and polishing them. These ideas don’t have to be grand, they can be incredibly small.
They can start with a simple thought or the punch-line of a joke(my next book after Fosterling may end up being based off a very creative and hilarious joke that pas
In Sesshomaru's EyesHer laughter rang out like a thousand small bells sounding in the wind. It was the pure sweet sound of happiness....In Sesshomaru's Eyes6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sesshomaru listened to her laughter as he watched her dance around in the river; kicking up water and splashing Jaken as well as herself. She was soaked to the bone, but it didn't seem to bother her. She twirled and spun Jaken around, much to his displeasure.
"Stop this nonsense Rin!" He scolded her, trying to get away; but with no such luck. Rin had a firm grip on him, and was not giving up.
"But Master Jaken, aren't you having fun?" She tried spinning him again, but he tripped over a loose stone and fell face-down in the river.
"Oh no! Master Jaken, are you alright?"
"Oh course I am not alright, you insolent child! Now stop this foolishness at once!"
He was standing up now, trying to wring the water out of his now completely soaked clothing.
"What have I told you about playing in ri
Shallow BreathsShallow breaths in the darkShallow Breaths2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On a sad summers night
Just a slow shooting star
Always trying to fly
Taking leaps into hope
That the future might change
To get caught by the ropes
That will rot into chains
Always thinking you're free
It's your life and your way
At the end of the lead
Being pulled on by fate
You're just playing along
To the game they all know
With a song that's been sung
And a seed that's been sown
Gataki mouGataki mou2 years ago in Settings More Like This
It was always sunny where he was. An occasional cloud would pass over the sun, but sandy winds would quickly protest and sent it away. The heat was nearly unbearable, even for those who had been born and raised in the forsaken desert.
Heracles knew what the people in the caravan thought of him. As a Greek boy, sold into Egypt along with his brother, they thought him of less worth. As a slave, they thought him a strange contradiction. He was often found sleeping and lazing about, but he never left a job undone. His broad shoulders carried dense muscles that held the capability to lift an ox right off of the sandy ground.
It was no mystery, the man was strange. But needed much y the large caravan. His exemplary way with the animals and strong back made him valuable. The same couldn't be said as much... for his older brother.
"Oi! There you are!" Sadiq's gruff and annoyed voice sounded in the Greek slaves' ear. Heracle's sleepy green eyes looked up to meet his brother's. "Playing with the
1:33AMI am awake -1:33AM2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
always, and forever awake.
For my thoughts do not sleep
but suffer to the darkness
that envelopes it.
And soon enough,
the realisation strikes,
you have no purpose -
all your dreams lost, absent.
The silence, so very silent
except for your thoughts
that just wont give you a break;
your nose for making those
constant sniffing sounds;
and the almost non-existent
sound of those dry tears
leaking ever so gently.
The night hides all,
for insomniac artists
live in the darkness;
they are one with the night
because they both hide
Memory Crannies [RotG SPOILERS!]During that night in the village, the place is filled with festive lights and noises. Children and adults crowd in the plaza, clinking their cups together and laughing heartily. Their shoes step on a ground blanketed with white snow, but none of it crowns their heads. Not a single worry is given, not a single cry is heard.Memory Crannies [RotG SPOILERS!]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Except for the shrieks of delight.
Unknowingly, an extra and invisible boy is lurking in their midst. Throwing snowballs on the backs of unexpected villagers, stealing food from the banquets….making the snow appear.
No one notices the snowballs flinging at them out of nowhere. They blame it on others and, without warning, they start a fight. Tables get knocked down, people are pushed around…but no one complains. Those cries of happiness just get louder and louder and that invisible voice joins in, even though no one can hear it.
Finally, the racket toned down, leaving nothing but sudden giggles and playful pushing. “That was fun, right, Mari
Uncompromising LoveWelcome to existence.Uncompromising Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Welcome to your conscience.
You may find some substance
in abject resistance.
Welcome to the planet.
Welcome to your summit.
You may find some merit
to throw down the gauntlet.
I know how you feel-
this emotive rawness;
I think we've all been there
in our self-awareness.
Then I dared myself to
love like never before...
Welcome to the world.
Welcome to the old lies.
Love is a commercial
wrapped up in a disguise.
Love is a chemical
you need to reproduce.
Love is a medical
condition I must beat.
over my own heartbeat-
a dollar for a touch
and a dime for some heat.
Then I dared myself to
love like never before...
And ever since,
words have failed
Because the pure and true
of what I never knew
seemed extremely askew
to my old worldview-
forgives every heartbreak;
is never give and take.
You know some words I hate?
Sick of societyI may live inside my own, twisted universeSick of society2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I may change, sometimes for the worst.
What's normal to me is not normal for you.
Sometimes I just do what I need to do.
Behind a brick wall, I hoped someone would break it
I threw out my heart hoping someone would take it.
But I got tired of hiding and tired of hating
And instead of throwing myself at every guy, I'm waiting.
I'm sick of the person I tried to be
So basically, here I am, I will be me
I'm sick of the hatred, would you not agree?
.. Basically I'm sick of society.
Confession.Confession.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hey, Raph.. I want to tell you something. I like you. Like, "like" like " Raph's eyes widen in realization and he leans forward, and his lips are hot and welcoming
Leo graciously twisted in the air and delivered the last slash across his last imaginary opponent's throat. The kata was getting better with every try.
The cheesy conversation with his imaginary brother, on the other hand, was still as lame as it could be.
Leo gritted his teeth with irritation and started all over again.
Dodge, block, slash, slash, leap, block If only it was this simple to rehearse his confession!
Being the Leader, Leonardo was quite content with decisions making. He's given it a through consideration and accepted the fact that he could no longer stand the suspense of not knowing if his brother felt something for him too. He's been catching the slightest hints pro and contra for several months and decided it was worth spilling his guts for some clarity.
InfatuatedI am infatuated with a boyInfatuated1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
because his smile is too big for his face
and it feels like the only thing that’s real,
because his eye color is cerulean
and that’s been my favorite crayon
ever since my grandmother
bought me that set of sixty four,
because he’s so damn beautiful
even though boys aren’t meant to be,
because his hands are big enough
to hold the whole world
and he doesn’t even know
what he wants in them yet.
I wish I could find the courage to crack
my rib cage open for him
and point out all of the ways
that he managed to sneak into my heart
so nothing is misunderstood
or misinterpreted anymore,
but I can’t even speak to him
because my tongue ties itself
into pretty ribbon bows
because he is a gorgeous jigsaw
and I don’t understand him at all,
even after a million glances.
So I’m dissecting every word he says,
every glance in my direction,
and every casual brush of skin
to try and find subliminal messages
even if there aren’
astrological.i. On some nights,astrological.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
street lights guide
this lonely heart
to her lonely bed.
ii. In this universe of twilight skin
& mismatched bones,
I wonder just how many poems sleep
beneath the inkwell of her eyes.
iii. My body is a house of stars,
and her palms are black holes
sucking ( me ) into their vortex of
iv. She says, "Pleaseómy moon,
pleaseógive these bones a reason
& I am whispering lovelies
into the sanctuary of her heartbeats.
v. "Goddess temple,
sunset eyes, &
my windowpane love-
Let us eat the stars
stop askingbut why ?stop asking3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am heartbroken, struck down
by my hole-ridden past, crumpling
i am the cardboard
drowning under the rain of
upon my lips lay all my confessions,
as i slice his wrists open with
because he can't hurt anyone else
my only promise is a shambles,
a fairy tale hidden up my sleeves where
the memories cower,
and this must be the longest circle
yet i'm still waiting
for you to come back and whisper broken
lies in my burning ears
and i'm so fucking sorry they have such
a breathless hold on me and i don't want
to be dead, i just want to die:
let me scrub my mind out, so i don't
have to remember the necklace
shattering into four, or the brick wall
that etched lines into my back, or the adults
who didn't look closely enough,
or any other stupid thing i've never
but why ?
next time i forget, let's carve circles in my skin.
VenNerThis is the story of my life. Or rather OUR lives.VenNer4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
but well get to that later on.
For now all you need to know is who I am, and all the challenges that come with that.
I came into this world, longer ago than most of you care to think possible. Such a good time it was, a time when I didn't have to hide, when I was youthful and energetic and had not a care in the world, when...
ah, but you don't want to hear the ramblings of an old soul now do you? No, what you want is adventure and heroics, and tales of romance, tales of close calls and near death escapes.
well don't worry, you'll get plenty of that, just make yourself comfortable and listen as i recount to you, a tale that spans a millennium...
you thought I was born?
No, THIS is how I came into this world
I can't begin to describe to you the comfort of those secure menilla walls. The only feelings that really mattered at that time were the warm compassion of those soft walls, forever holding me in a protective embrace
The PlanThere was a window at the end of the hallway, painting the walls with stripes of white moonlight.The Plan3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
At first it had been painful: having freedom so close, and yet so far. Each night as the moon grew fatter it tugged at her bones with intensified vigour. Freedom, it crooned. Escape!
Now she heard nothing at all.
Korra lay against the far wall of the cell. Her legs were splayed at a comfortable angle, chin to chest, her arms tied tightly behind her back. The rope was thick and strong, as she'd quickly discovered.
It was also annoyingly scratchy.
She was a state: her hair, barely bound, was a tangled mat of blood and grime. A shallow gash in her side glinted evilly in the dimness, accompanied by various bruises and grazes scattered unsparingly over nearly every expanse of available skin. Where there wasn't blood, there was filth.
Korra's head snapped upright, eyes trained to the sound. Footsteps echoed off of the walls of empty cells. Her ears strained as she attempted t
Las Vegas SyndromeLas Vegas Syndrome3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Las Vegas Syndrome
They named the pill Las Vegas, after the new city that never sleeps, despite originating from a Chinese replica developed in New Jersey. Aaron Knight’s grandfather, George Knight Senior, often spoke fondly of a time when LV’s were optional, when people would waste hours every day lying in bed doing nothing. Aaron considered him a Dozer, a pervert. We often excuse the elderly for their eccentricities but Aaron always found it difficult to understand and forgive his grandfather’s obsession with sleeping. George Knight Senior was the last of Aaron’s grandparents, only dying twelve years earlier, at the unusually old age of seventy-two. Aaron was born too late to meet the rest of his forebears, they were merely names rarely recounted in passing conversation however he retained fond memories of George Senior.
† † † †Aaron Knight lived in London, which was a drastically different city to the one George Senior recal
LooLa's 100 Themes List1) BeginningLooLa's 100 Themes List5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
7) The First Time
9) Growing Up
13) Sea Glass
15) Fight or Flight
16) Skeletons in the Closet
17) Six Feet Under
21) Creative Visualization
22) New Growth
23) Flash Flood
25) Where No Man Has Gone Before
27) Over the Moon
28) Thin Ice
34) Night Light
43) Pearly Gates
48) Out of the Blue
49) Home Stretch
52) Time Travel
54) Treasure Map
57) Twenty-Four Hours
58) Abandon Ship
65) City Lights
70) Golden Years
Letter to CupidDearLetter to Cupid2 years ago in Letters More Like This
You never really bothered with me, at this time of year or any other. I'm not going to say I know why, though I am a bit curious. Perhaps you thought I was a bad investment. Or maybe you just knew I wouldn't hold it against you. I never expected you to come flapping into my life with your little chubby baby-fat legs and your quiver of arrows all tipped with hearts.
How practical would that be, anyway? Heart-shaped arrowheads? I don't think they'd fly right. Maybe that's what accounts for all our romantical problems of today.
I never seriously imagined you as a fat little baby, I hope you know. For that matter, I never seriously imagined you as Cupid, because to me you were always Eros, the beautiful young man carved of white marble like so many of your fellow Greeks. Eros, with the quiver as full of owl-feathered hate arrows as dove-feathered love ones. Eros, eternally mourning for his own lost love. How could I expect you to care about <i>
LustAs I see you walk towards me,Lust9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My blood starts to boil inside my body
As you greet and smile at me,
I become unusually happy.
But I know for a fact that I do not love you
And you know for a fact that I can never do.
But I still see you in my dreams, it just wouldn't stop
It consumes my soul and all I've got
And as we are alone in this room
I don't care about my fall and doom
Let me touch your body for just tonight
And tomorrow, I will be out of you're sight.
As we kiss and feel each other's warmth
We sin and we break each other's hearts
We both know that we just do it for fun
And we never loved each other in the long run
Lust, that is what I feel for you
Love, that is the thing I can never give you
Game, this is how you treated it
Tonight, the candles are all lit.
Come to me now and scream as you want
Have fun and give all you've got
Prove to me that you are one fugly slut
So give it all cause it's just one shot
And tomorrow, I'll never ever see you again,
Because the memory of tonight
Fantasy Writing PromptsFantasy Writing Prompts6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Fantasy Writing Prompts
2.The monster under the bed
3.Falling in love with your food
4.A friends unusual pet
5.Getting something you don't have the money for
6.Lost on your birthday
7.The haunted tavern
8.Cursed with the morphing ability
9.Troubles of a bard
10.Childhood toy turns out to be secret artifact
12.Selling invisible armor
13.Friend bets they can pick up any species at the bar
14.A stranger explains how they have a replica of your weapon
15.A childhood story comes to life
16.Finding a teleporter spell/device
17.Learning a new alphabet
18.Something trying to eat you without provocation
19.Hearing a bard sing your tale
20.A failed adventurer
21.A rulers pet peeve punishment
22.Battle victory music
23.You'll never believe this!
24.A confrontation with innerself
25.Getting a zombie slave for a present
26.You receive a talisman with adverse effects
28.One of your items causes a riot
29.The bigger they are, the harder they
New York City Mosque: My ViewSeptember 11th, 2001 was a terrible day in not only the history of New York, but the history of the entire country. That early fall morning, the United States watched in terror as the tallest buildings, the twin towers of the World Trade Center in the city were pummeled by planes, consumed by smoke and fire, and finally gave way and collapsed to the ground below, now known as Ground Zero.New York City Mosque: My View5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
It is now August 26th, 2010. It's been nine years since we lost seven buildings, two airplanes, and two-thousand-seventy-nine people in New York to nineteen hijackers, who lost their lives taking them. These hijackers, terrorists, were known to be some of the Muslim extremists from the al-Qaeda, originating from Egypt, the United Arab Emirates, Saudi Arabia, and Lebanon. These men despised the United States, and gave their lives to make it known in a violent and outright cruel way.
Losing all we lost that day is bad enough, but now a new and even more disgusting effect of the attacks is emerging; crue
fireflies in trainingonce upon a timefireflies in training3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i met a magpie
hatched in a nest of thieves
you might think this will be a tale
about how she grew up
turning story pages
and realized her brothers and sisters
as well as herself
and then she shifted
from evil to good
alas, but no
i came to her with a necklace
which she snatched in her beak
not to mention my wallet
and flew away
to share with her mafia family
but when she arrived at the nest
all she knew was
looking for what was lost
she flew across the globe
with jewelry rattling around her neck
she sat on the peak of the eiffel tower
soared together with soap bubbles in poland
was shot by a soft gun in japan
but nursed by a cup of tea
while i collected fireflies
in an empty jar
so i trained my jar of lit insects
to fly upside down
from her to me
we met again
and i complimented her necklace
she told me
«i have returned from a journey
i lost a leg
i saw the world
for what it is
birds sang about you
i learnt how you plucked
every egg of my famil
Paneling tips for mangaPaneling tips for manga11 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Paneling is a part of Graphic design. O_- It's an art in itself, think of how you would do a collage and put together a puzzle, that's how paneling works.
You must understand the basic 2D design element:
movement, center of interest, value contrast, volume, size, perspective.... so on and on....
As for paneling.... there is no set way to do it, whether drawing the picture first, or draw the panel's first, or draw the panels and the pictures back and forth.... it's all upto the artist, as long as the result is satisfying to the artist. Just experiement and find the best way that suits you.
1. Panels must support your content: That's the most important thing.... if one line is going over an important character's head shot, omit that line and let the character stand out~ If one frame is more important than the other, you wish to make it a focus on the page, make that frame larger than the others, sometimes it can even overlap other panels alittle. However, being overly complicated