So You Want to Make a KHR OC 2-- FlamesSo You Want to Make a KHR OC?So You Want to Make a KHR OC 2-- Flames2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A mostly complete guide to making OCs that will fit into the KHR canon
Welcome and let me congratulate you on the brilliant decision to read this guide. Perhaps you recently got into Katekyo Hitman Reborn! and want to make a fan character (or OC) for the series. Perhaps you've already made one (or twenty), but feel you could do better. Perhaps you have found your OC(s) discussed on various Tumblr blogs and want to revise your character(s) so that doesn't happen again. Perhaps you are simply curious about the show and have an actual social life, so that dedicating so much of your time to researching Katekyo Hitman Reborn! is both silly and unfeasible. Whatever the reason, this guide should tell you must everything you need to know.
This is NOT a Mary Sue test! As always with guides to "creative" works, this guide must be taken with a grain of salt. In the end, what matters the most is that you create a character that you enjoy working with. Ho
How Far Does a Child Stretch? How Far Does a Child Stretch?How Far Does a Child Stretch? 2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
A horrible question, I know, but isn't that what aging is?
Rising more paper thin after every scraped knee and memory scabbed over,
Yet taller and taller after each step?
We measure our lives in units of misery nowadays.
Showering ourselves with sparkling pieces of armor, calling them crystallized teardrops
When we all know that they're just rhinestones glued to the body like a mask.
Shouting through a bullhorn how quiet and meek we are--
It's one thing to wear the paint on our face, but to swallow it and swish it over your throat so it colors your words is a whole other.
We wear our remorse and regret on our sleeves, bracelets of slits and pocketknives,
Flashing every drop of sweat like a tiara for our adoring crowds, varying in numbers, to swoon over us in a massive wave of pity.
We stretch ourselves to the point that pity feels good and safe, until we are a flat line, buried in a flurry of mistakes like ill-advised tattoos.
When you're that thin, of cou
Kakashi x Reader III 'It was you'Kakashi x Reader III 'It was you'7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
As soon as you finished packing you grabbed your things, locked your door and started jumping from rooftop to rooftop eager to meet your masked partner. When you got to the gate you were once again surprised to see your partner already leaning against the gate waiting for you, the first rays of the moon cascading on his figure ‘Boy did I hit the jackpot!’ you giggled slightly and landed in front of him with a smile
“Hi Kakashi” He looked at you without moving from his place, you could tell he was smirking behind his mask
“Well you seem pretty happy tonight” You rolled your eyes
“Guess I had a good day”
“Really? Are you sure it doesn’t have anything to do with, I don’t know… Dating the super-hot copy ninja?”
“Yea- Aw crap you heard me?!” Your cheeks turned a light red while he chuckled amused
“Guess you should have made sure I was gone before celebrating huh?” You glared at him
ophelia.i am here in the riverbed,ophelia.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waiting for the rain
to rise and fall and
swallow my song;
beneath the willow,
beneath the water,
is more than in the
( fair ophelia,
fair at all. )
Reshape and RevisionThere is an ocean trapped inside my bodyReshape and Revision4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swirling and cold and dangerous
I can feel the tides changing,
Reshaping itself and
My spine is curved and yielding
Under its beguiling pressure.
My ribcage grows old;
The carcass of my heart
The scavengers won't let it rest.
My blood runs thin and salty,
My brain sloshes in my skull,
My lungs fill up with water,
And I wish for gills.
I know if I
To hold back the tide
It will destroy me.
But what I fear more
Is what happens if
I let it
Not quite Wonderland 18Ciel woke with a start, gasping for breath as if he'd been drowning, and Sebastian hugged the new demon to his chest. "Welcome back, Bocchan. Would you like to return home?"Not quite Wonderland 184 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ciel coughed, feeling the pain come back. ''I...I don't remember...re-re-employing you.'' he teased. "Of course. How could I forget?" The ex-butler smiled. Sebastian had no desire to release Ciel from his grasp, but he loosened his grip as he felt Ciel's pain returning. He wouldn't die from his injuries as a demon, but they still hurt all the same. Curious of how the contract between them would be affected with Ciel a demon, Sebastian lowered his head and licked a whip wound that ran across the width of Ciel's chest. Surprisingly the elder demon's saliva had an effect, Sebastian smiled. "It seems that you won't be getting away from me so easily, Kitten. Only I can heal your wounds. Tell me. Where should I take you?" The conniving demon thought for a moment before adding, "Or would you rather me heal you here, where
winter footnoteswinter footnoteswinter footnotes5 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
your elbows were anchors
in a softly-lit parking lot,
where you sang to glass and paper:
and your visions are quiet hills
your visions are shy sounds
your visions are sheep covered in frost.
like an old shoe-
that dry rasp
that leaves me covered in skin flakes,
brushed onto the wall .
I am the raised bumps in spackle-
ripped off with the sound of a poor phonograph:
in my chain link home,
a residual ghost.
'Just Be' [Jean x Tsundere!Reader] - Part 32'Just Be' [Jean x Tsundere!Reader] - Part 321 year ago in Romance More Like This
---'Just Be': Part 32---
... The world was dark. Everything hurt.
He couldn't move a muscle, let alone see. He could barely breathe. He body felt as though it were being crushed. Buried under this massive heap of rubble, it probably was. If that wasn't frightening as all hell, he didn't know what was.
Biting through pain, Jean gave an incredulous half-wince, half smile. Right now, he was absolutely certain that an entire house had collapsed on top of him. Following you around led him into all sorts of trouble, it seemed. Not that he was complaining. Would be nice, though, if there was less pain and lethality involved.
In the end, neither of you could escape the reach of the explosion. Jean had known it was hopeless the moment he heard the order to fire. His first instinct had been to protect you and dive for cover. Only, Marco had gotten the same idea. It was hard to say who managed to reach yo
FanFictionCiel Phantomhive sat on his chair twirling a piece of his disheveled hair. He had caught the disease that most demons dread. Boredom.FanFiction4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Trying to find a cure, he pulled up to his wooden desk near his bedroom window and looked out. Dull, boring landscape. No Finny gardening or Mey Rin and Bard chasing Pluto. He sighed. He could hardly believe it, but he missed those bumbling servants.
He glanced at the side of his desk, and noticed his laptop. He barely used it, he found no desire to, but perhaps he would start using it today?
Sebastian and Ciel shared the laptop, mostly because Sebastian's old one became too slow and it crashed every time he pulled up a website. Ciel wasn't sure what website he went on, but to destroy the hard drive, must has been one hell of a website.
Ciel pulled it up, and after five minutes of endless exploring and profanity, turned it on. He clicked on the little internet icon, and started to explore online.
Just for entertainment, he went thr
So You Want to Make a KHR OC 1-- Appearance, etc.So You Want to Make a KHR OC?So You Want to Make a KHR OC 1-- Appearance, etc.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A mostly complete guide to making OCs that will fit into the KHR canon
Welcome and let me congratulate you on the brilliant decision to read this guide. Perhaps you recently got into Katekyo Hitman Reborn! and want to make a fan character (or OC) for the series. Perhaps you've already made one (or twenty), but feel you could do better. Perhaps you have found your OC(s) discussed on various Tumblr blogs and want to revise your character(s) so that doesn't happen again. Perhaps you are simply curious about the show and have an actual social life, so that dedicating so much of your time to researching Katekyo Hitman Reborn! is both silly and unfeasible. Whatever the reason, this guide should tell you most everything you need to know.
This is NOT a Mary Sue test! As always with guides to "creative" works, this guide must be taken with a grain of salt. In the end, what matters the most is that you create a character that you enjoy working with. However,
OpheliaAir.Ophelia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's just on the other side of the surface.
It's just a natural rhythm.
It's just how things happen to be.
Ophelia ComplexTake a deep breath, honey,Ophelia Complex5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as the stones in your pockets drag you down,
deep, deep into the abyss of your own mind.
The flowers that once laid in your hair
have weaved themselves around your neck.
You called his name, only he could save you,
and your lungs, in return, filled themselves in sorrow.
So You've Found an Art ThiefSo You've Found an Art ThiefSo You've Found an Art Thief3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
So you're browsing DA or even your inbox from some groups your in and then you see it:
official Vocaloids art from their latest package with Hatsune Mikus hair recolored pink and probably done so using MSPaint.
Or Maybe it's a screen shot from Disneys The Princess and the Frog with something written on it perhaps.
Sometimes you might come across somebodies pixel art that has been recolored without permission or the images color has just been edited.
These are all very common instances of Art Theft and should be dealt with. In this guide, I'll provide recommended methods of resolving art theft.
Should I tell them that they are breaking the rules?
Yes. Many times they don't know they were violating the policies despite having hit the check-box indicating that they have read and understood the rules when they sign up for membership on DeviantArt.
Most won't accept not having read the rules as a valid excuse to violate t
FrostbittenWinter is her favorite time of the year.Frostbitten2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's beautiful. Silver and blue dance around with one another in a waltz of freezing passion as snow and ice douse the land in a blanket of boreal glamour. Glass windowpanes become easels for falling snowflakes, frost etching into the smooth surfaces in intricate and unique patterns.
Winter has always been her favorite time of the year, and it always will be.
It is not because of Christmas--no, even though she loves the holiday, it is not what sparks her strong fondness for the star-colored blanketing across the land. Her infatuation with the snow and ice and everything cold has to do with something that most people don't truly believe in.
A boy whom she met long ago.
She still remembers the day like it was yesterday. Running around in the forest, laughing and tasting the snowflakes as they fell down into her parted lips and melting immediately on her tongue. All bundled up as a precaution, even though the winter has always been kind to h
Casting Call.I'm really sorry darling,Casting Call.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but we can't let you play Juliet.
You're just not the kind of girl
someone would die for.
Sleepwalking and Castles P4London 2011Sleepwalking and Castles P44 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The high-rise buildings of London never failed to catch Ciel by surprise; he had always remembered London to be a different place, horses and carriages, men and women dressed in a way that you could easily define their gender. Children well behaved and naive, gone were those days it seemed.
He would never have imagined that it would turn out to be louder and smokier than it once had been, thundering traffic in a constant stand still, buildings so high that the sky seemed even further out of reach, bustling streets of people so diverse and a country in lack of a leading Monarch.
The cab he had arrived in pulled away leaving him stood alone on the sidewalk by a bustling cafe filled with fast talking suited and booted men and women. The scent of coffee tempted Ciel inside and up to the counter, a smiling teen with bright blue hair turned from the till to face the demon awaiting his order.
"What can I get you?" Their accent a thick Scottish that pleased the young demon's
Suicidal Tendenciescourage doesn't comeSuicidal Tendencies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the fibers you're
born with. You aren't
brave when you decide
when you wake
up in the bed
smeared with your
own self destruction
and you act as though
you aren't crumbling
into the carpet.
or when you hold
a piece of shrapnel
to your veins and
want to sever every last
one, but you throw it
out the window.
or when you stand
on the sunset
with clouds straddling
your mind and your
whole existence ready
to hurl itself over the
railing, but you limp
home and through the screen
door and pretend to walk
on air again.
That is bravery.
Until Eternity's End.Until Eternity's End.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You before me, angelic, this vision.
Why do dark tears fall
from those brown eyes, so beautiful?
Why does your face shy from my eyes,
and shroud itself with the hair,
through which I run my fingers?
For what reason, to what cause,
do your limbs tremble in my absence,
and discover tensity in my presence?
Good God, use your lips,
before mine reach them,
as your silence gives consent.
Speak the mind which fascinates my ears,
Spill out the heart that grips tight to my soul.
Bare the soul that mine is forever meant for.
I wish to love you more than you could comprehend,
and purge every trace of affliction...
Bare the soul that mine is forever meant for.
sleep sequencesleep doesn't work as a cure or remedysleep sequence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when 3am leaves you clutching at the dark
clambering for stability in your personal ocean.
and you are quartz so the inside
of your skin is lined with the interior
monologues of vaporized shellfish.
sure, you could have saved them. but how else
could we communicate, if not for this ocean
digesting us softly and churning us into one?
you exhale, or maybe it was a sigh
i cannot tell anymore with your constant
breaking waves and breaking bones.
and you can talk about death in such
elegant phrasings of crescent moons claiming
and guiding lost souls.
but you never were so good at telling me about
your own personal little deaths.
the littlest deaths, the ones that slip
through the spaces between your fingers
when you hold your safety net so close against you
and so tightly. if i can't get that close to you
i'll swing the moon around your shoulders
so that no one can. because nothing else
in the solar system could be so stark
and yet so quieting.
How To Be MelancholyThere is nothing special about me.How To Be Melancholy4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was an over protective mother. I didn't let my daughter out of my sight until she was at least three. After three, there was still a twinge in my heart if she rounded a corner with me not close enough to closely follow her with my eyes. Four to ten was a whirlwind of schools and activities I could not participate in, save the driving. I called that my weaning stage. Ten to twenty was our falling out, my beautiful young princess slamming me with curse words and acne creams, adolescent fury at it's ironic best. Twenty might have been good for her, I don't know.
I haven't spoken to her in eleven years.
I was a bad cook and a lousy wife, the house always cluttered and smelling of something rotten when the refrigerator door was opened. Always enough breeze wafting through the house to carry that smell to me, to remind me in it's own subtle way that I was a failure.
I warped pots, charred pans so they had to be replaced, shattered hundreds of plates and g
Long-Forgotten Gold 1/2Summary: Thorin survives the Battle of the Five Armies relatively unscathed, but just how bitter-sweet is the victory? Where are his newphews and his hobbit?Long-Forgotten Gold 1/22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Part 1: His Kin
Some say that when you lose someone you love, you can feel it. Even if they're miles apart, you'll be able to know.
Thorin felt nothing through the adrenaline of battle. The only thing that he was aware of was the warmth of the Orc and Warg blood mixing together down his arms and against his face. The king saw the eagles come and watched Beorn scatter their enemies away from his mountain.
This was what a victory must have felt like. An actual victory, where he could reap its benefits with his dwarves and kin. He would be able to live out his reign, crown his nephews, and the line of Durin would run strong once more. There would be feasts and songs of their accomplishments that day, he was sure of it.
But the king should have known better than to be
Would You Miss Me?Would you miss me, if I said I’d die tomorrow?Would You Miss Me?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you kiss me, as I lay there
In that six by four foot hollow?
Do you think that I would be remembered?
Or would my name burn to ash as soon as
My life is ended?
Could you not bear to be beside me?
Would you leave a grieving mother to think
I am where she should be?
Would you miss me, if I said I’d not be home?
I love you and if I had a choice then
I’d not leave you alone.
Take care of my family, tell them where to go
If they’re asking after me, where I am
Tell them you know
Would you tell me that you’d not loved completely?
Until we held hands and you knew that you were,
In love with me?
Would you ask for money that you think you’re due?
Or would you want the book of poetry,
That’s all about you?
Would you miss me?
As I hang up the phone for the last time
Would you miss me?
As you sit and hold yourself close
Like I do now your life is through
Would you miss me,
Like I still miss you?
Not quite Wonderland 3Ciel settled into the carriage, followed by Sebastian, who'd left Tanaka to get them to the party. He blinked his eye, trying not to fall asleep. He was thankful the ride wasn't going to be bounce free, that should be capable of keeping him awake. Sebastian sat against the opposing wall of the carriage. He had already made a point of stopping by the Trancy mansion and found no signs that Alois and Claude would be attending the garden party. Resting his head against the back of his seat, the demon watched his master tentatively. Inside his pocket was a neatly wrapped box, a gift for Lady Elizabeth, Sebastian had prepared it knowing that the Earl would forget.Not quite Wonderland 34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Withdrawing the box, Sebastian tossed it to Ciel. The little box hit the oblivious little earl and bounced off onto the seat beside him. Ciel blinked and looked over at the other seat, and almost immediately realized he had forgotten about getting a present. He reached his left hand over, as his right was holding his cane on his la
Lucid, Ch. 2Chapter TwoLucid, Ch. 28 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Kimiko awoke to the sound of someone knocking on her bedroom door. She didn't want to get up- snuggled down in her bedroll, she had fallen asleep thinking about all the things that could have happened in the Dragon's cave if Rai hadn't interrupted her staring contest with Chase Young. The knocking had ripped her from slumber before she could find out if that train of thought would have influenced her dreams. Sure, the guy was evil, but it was nice to pretend something more could come of it.
She flicked the knob on the small lamp beside her. 'Whoever it is, they are so dead.' Finally getting up, Kimiko stumbled half asleep to the door. She pulled it open just a crack and peeked around, surprised to find a pair of weary, concern-filled dark green eyes staring back at her.
"I, um . . . I can't sleep. I need to talk to you."
'You can't sleep so you won't le