Still the Same Girl (first Draft)The Abyss was tempting again tonight. Just a few steps away from Bell-mère's grave it called Nami to take a final rest, too. Let go, It whispered. You gave so much already. Nami was as weary as an old sail hanging limply in the wind. No fierce wind could fill her with joy again, it all seeped through the holes that had been torn into her.
“You're still the same girl.” Nojiko had told her. She couldn't have been more wrong. The girl that was Nami had died along with her mother as Arlong had shot her. Just when Nami had finally been ready to call Bell-mère by that name. Mother. And Nami had died again when she was forced to work for Arlong's crew. The flag that killed her mother forever stitched into her arm as an irremovable stain of sin. And then maybe a third time, as she told the other villagers and was shunned for betraying her own mother. She withheld the real reason why she did so, didn't want to share the burden. She had thought s
My FavorLIT Thingsto be sung to the tune of "My Favorite Things" from The Sound of MusicMy FavorLIT Things4 years ago in Other More Like This
Tweets from Lit-Twitter and rambles from Trevor
Workshops and sutures and fruitful endeavors
Preposterous prompts followed by screams
These are a few of my favorLIT things
Lit quotes from Rosie and updates from Lili
Smiles from Amber and haikus from kitty
Coming together for groups that need
deviantANXIETY, A Case StudyYou've joined to become a great artist, or to show the world that you're a great artist. You've joined to ogle all things kawaii. You've joined to dominate the forums or the chatrooms or both. But above all, you've joined to become a llama baron: you've got your heart set on a golden llama badge and nothing's gonna stand in your way.deviantANXIETY, A Case Study2 years ago in Other More Like This
You've added a couple of people whose art you're interested in to your deviantWATCH. Or perhaps you added them because you thought they were cute, or you liked their avatars, or they offered you some advice, or because they helped to allay the awkwardness you felt on joining such a large community by issuing you with a carefully crafted generic greetings message along the lines of (if not actually) 'Welcome to deviantART!'
The message is so carefully crafted, you suspect that the person who's greeted you like this has greeted ten thousand other people today with the same message. But you're not stupid - you know how important it is to make pe
deviantANXIETY, A Case Study, Part IIYou should congratulate yourself on confronting your previous problems. However, new problems have arisen, and these cause you more anxiety.deviantANXIETY, A Case Study, Part II2 years ago in Other More Like This
For you, deviantART has now acquired not just the status of an opiate, but of a religion (which are only the same thing if you believe Karl Marx) - you regard deviantART as a monolithic, abstract entity which claims to love you and which is prepared to punish you - by way of suspending or even permanently banning your account - if you should do anything which displeases it. As such, you feel guilty for acknowledging that you have new problems; but you can't ignore the fact that overcoming the old ones wasn't enough.
But you really don't have to feel guilty. deviantART's love conquers all: it shall be your salvation. And salvation can be achieved by joining groups which indulge your infatuation with Japanese animat
TestamentWith the mourners gone, the house was finally quiet again. My sister made tea for us while I examined the details of mother's will. We weren't glad she was gone, not by any stretch of the imagination, but we were the kind of family that dotted our i's and crossed our t's. Mother would have wanted it to be this way, so we put aside our grief and focused on the facts.Testament3 months ago in 14th Birthday More Like This
And the biggest fact of all was that despite everything we knew about mother, and through all the years she claimed to have no secrets; there was, apparently, one very large one being carried around within her. Her last will and testament, contrary to everything we'd expected, contained a mystifying reference to a prophecy and, of all things, a robotic cat.
It was this that I was puzzling over while Maisy busied herself in the kitchen, and our conversation was both muted and unenlightening. She was as in the dark as I was, and we sat attempting to make sense of the thing until the birds outside warned us of the day's immine