5 Ways To Defeat An Artblock This essay here is based on an article from Psychology Today magazine, where the main story is "Confessions of a Sociopath." I couldn’t find this online, and I want you guys out there on deviantART to read this, ‘cause art blocks are the bane of artists. Anyway…5 Ways To Defeat An Artblock3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
1) You know that saying “think outside the box”? Well its horseshit. Whoever told you that should be struck in the face repeatedly. You don’t want to think outside the box, you want to take a different approach within the box. It’s like if you’re stranded without a ride home and you think “Maybe I’ll just grow wings and fly home.” There was a test in which participants were prompted to create animals that would not be of this world. The result was that they ended up creating creatures that were awfully similar to earth creatures. It was probably stupid shit like green skinned tigers with red eyes. The reason was that they were told to
Lembas Bread RecipesElven Lembas Bread RecipeLembas Bread Recipes7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
(aka- Amys Elf Bread)
2 ½ Cup Plain Flour
1 tbsp Baking Powder
¼ tsp salt
3 tbsp Cold Butter (1 stick)
1/3 Cup Sugar
½ tsp Cinnamon
2/3 Cup milk
½ tsp vanilla
Honey (for dipping) (optional)
Preheat oven to 425 degrees. Mix Flour, baking powder and salt in a large bowl. If using self rising flour omit this step. Add butter and mix with a fork until it forms into a dough. If it gets too hard to stir, add a little more milk.
Roll into balls and place onto cookie sheet. Flatten them with a fork or bottom of glass until they are about ½ inch thick and 3 inches across. Makes 12-14 lembas. Bake for 12 minutes or until the insides arent doughy.
Wrapped in mallorn leaves they will stay fresh indefinitely.
Wrapped in plastic wrap they are good for about a week.
Elven Lembas Bread Recipe
Elf Bread- Alexenas style
(I messed up and added something(s), but my failure ended up being a very good new take
Things Aren't Always The Way They Seem ch1Ugh...Things Aren't Always The Way They Seem ch12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Please I need to know where he is!"
Why does my head hurt so much?
"I'm sorry but we can't set up a search party unless he's been gone for over twenty-four hours"
What's going on?
"I promise he'll come back one day Ash"
Why do I feel...different?
"He's been gone for six months...There's no way he's going to come back."
So many questions...
"Should we look for a new singer?" "We should just disband...Black Veil Brides isn't Black Veil Brides without Andy..."
Why is this happening?
"He's gone now...It's been a year. I give up. I should just find somebody else..."
I feel so alone...Where is everybody?
Opening my eyes slightly, I could hear the sound of an engine. Am I on the tour bus? I pawed at my eyes to get them to focus. I suddenly heard voices coming from, what I guessed to be, the front of the vehicle.
"Hey, I think he's up" One voice said.
"Fuck..." The second voice muttered. How could I have heard that, he whispered it yet I was somehow able to hear it. What's going on
Things Aren't Always The Way They Seem ch2Upon waking up, I felt a warmth besides me. I opened my eyes and came face to face with Ashley's bare chest. Blushing bright red, I turned over away from him, trying to pretend that never happened. I felt strong arms wrap around my waist and a head bury itself into the crook of my neck. "A-Ashy..." I mewled and tried to get out of his grip as much as I wanted to stay there. I heard Ashley groan a little, signalling that he's just now woken up. He quickly pulled away from me, leaving me feeling cold and vulnerable. I squealed a little and shivered, hugging myself to try and gain back that warmth.Things Aren't Always The Way They Seem ch22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Shit, I'm sorry Ands..." He said and rubbed the back of my cat ears which made me get into a fit of purrs. I got up onto my hands on knees and leant into Ashley's hands, wanting to be rubbed more. "I'm going to make a phone call for Jinxx, Jake and CC to get their butts over here, okay?" He asked and I nodded, not really paying much attention since I was busy enjoying the treatment I was
This is Not a Story about SuicideI am not here. These are not hospital walls. This is not a nurse who is speaking to me. That is not John unconscious, lying in a bed that faces due North, and that is not his mother trying to explain why his bed should always face North because he hates sleeping facing South.This is Not a Story about Suicide3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This is not happening.
I am not taking a deep breath. I am not walking down the sickly white corridors with their bleach scent. I am not buying this cup of coffee from a cafeteria lady who is working at an hour that is reserved only for intensive care patients. This is not the way back to what is not John’s room.
That is not his heart rate dropping, and I am not running out of the room, screaming for help. We are not being pushed out, that door does not have a red light that claims intensive care, it has not been all night.
That is not John’s doctor explaining how they were not able to pump his stomach completely and it is not John who flat lined. That is not an empty hospital bed. That is not his moth
Bet Between Gods - ProloguePrologue NetherworldBet Between Gods - Prologue6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The young man was hopelessly lost. He had left to meet his uncle in the capital of the Glorious Empire, Arcadiopolis, but had never actually travelled to the said city before. He had so far enjoyed a calm, all around relaxing life in the family villa on the outskirts of the Heartlands and had never had the actual need to visit the capital. Usually it was either one of his parents who ventured down to Arcadiopolis and back home again, but this weekend had been different. His father, Senator Aurealius, had caught a surprisingly strong fever and his mother was too busy both working and making sure that his father was comfortable and resting above all else. From what the young son of Aurealius could remember, his father had never been one for staying in bed. The last time his father had been ill, his sister had found him trimming the bushes that grew outside the family estate instead of letting the servants handle that. Needless to say, his father had got
Levi x Reader All Tangled Up pt. 2Levi x Reader All Tangled Up pt. 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
Levi x Reader
All Tangled Up
It seemed to take forEVer, but the next dawn finally came around. You had made yourself go to bed much earlier than normal, but you had stayed up later than you meant to from excitement, and a twinge of nervousness. Still, not even a small lack of sleep could dampen your spirits. You were going to see Heichou! Alone! Your insides squirmed pleasantly at the mere thought.
With a steady, almost rhythmic jog, you made your way through the woods outside the castle. He
Creepypasta: Disneyland's Haunted Mansion....In the year 2000, I went to Disneyland for the first time with my brand new passport with my friends. The very first thing I wanted to go on was my all-time favorite ride: The Haunted Mansion! I loved the ride so much I did research on the ride to figure out the secrets and techniques they use for all the effects. I also memorized the song so I would sing along throughout the ride. So I finally got to the Haunted Mansion and got in line. So far everything was the same as always except for one thing. I got to the 'pet cemetary' part of the ride and they took out the frog's tombstone and replaced it with another tombstone that says "Seth. Forever here...". This kind of bothered me, it seemed out of place and it wasn't one of those family-friendly puns that Disney makes all the time, but I ignored it thinking it's a new part of the ride.Creepypasta: Disneyland's Haunted Mansion....4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eventually I finally get inside the mansion, so far nothing else is out of the ordinary. The waiting room is still just the waiting room, the 'Ghost Host
A Kind of Perfect: PrologueRoyA Kind of Perfect: Prologue4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Being a teenager is... painful. It's low self-esteem and arrogance at the same time. It's puberty. It's hair. It's spots. It's hormones. It's... exploring yourself. It's strained friendships. It's new friendships. It's school. It's growing up. It's immaturity. It's dating. It's waking up on your fifteenth birthday with an already-forgotten wet dream, an erection and no time to do anything about it because you've slept in again.
Realizing that you fancy a guy is... bewildering. It's surprise and confusion at the same time. It's questions. It's answers you don't want. It's pausing mid-yawn when he catches your attention by falling over in his hurry to sit down and find yourself staring at him for half the lesson.
Doubting your sexuality is... denial. It's terrifying and liberating at the same time. It's relief. It's shame. It's blushing. It's more questions. It's lying. It's the truth. It's finding a girl you know likes you and using her in a blind and pointless attempt
Overlord: Explanations - GauntletOverlord: Explanations GauntletOverlord: Explanations - Gauntlet4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
(This based all knowledge I have of Overlord Series and, the ideas and the theories that Overlord Fans have about the Overlord Series. Everything belongs to their respective owners and so please do not sue me.)
The Gauntlet is very importune device, Sire. Your ancestor the First Overlord created the original Gauntlet but his descends continued to improve the design to be more multifunctional; the primary function of the Gauntlet allows you to control the Minions in a more sophisticated way than merely shouting at them. It will transfer your thoughts into commands that will then be broadcast to your Minion horde, which will then do as you say.
Besides it's primarily use of controlling your minions more effected in battle it also can transport all the life-force, gold and potions and small objects that you collect directly to the Tower or store them inside magical inventory of near-infinite size called a Spell Space so that you can use them
Notes from the Netherworld Library - ProloguePrologueNotes from the Netherworld Library - Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Doniel remembered falling. Remembered seeming to hang in air that buffeted him while the Overlord fought to take over his mind. Overlord Mardis, who'd all but defeated the band Sir William the Black had assembled, who'd been laughing as magical winds drove even the giant Khan to his knees.
Remembered pain from ribs broken when he'd been tossed against the wall early in the battle. Doniel had lain there, ignored by the Overlord's minions, until he'd realized he was near the balcony and that the Overlord stood with his back to the open space, all attention on the heroes.
Overlord Mardis never expected to be tackled by an injured hero, and fell.
Doniel remembered that. Remembered, too, the way the ground loomed when the Overlord's body went limp, in that moment before the impact that smeared the Overlord across the jagged rocks drove everything out. It hadn't hurt, at first. There'd been no room for pain.
Then, when pain rose, the welcome blackness. And waking in a tomb, where th
Notes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 13Chapter 13: Ever-ElvesNotes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 133 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Evernight Forest lay shrouded in perpetual twilight. The immense trees blocked most light even in full daylight, and had grown together under the influence of the twisted magic of the wasteland to form a kind of living roof.
Ghosts gathered around Thorn within moments of him stepping through the Gate, so many of them that the ancient stonework around the Gate was obscured by their presence and he wondered if they'd been waiting for him. It wasn't a pleasant thought.
The ghosts bowed in unison.
Thorn wasn't sure which one spoke: they spoke telepathically, so he couldn't see any mouths moving.
"Welcome to lost Evernight, Son of Darkness." It was more of a solemn intonation than a greeting, and certainly not calculated to make anything feel welcome.
Thorn still preferred the ghosts to Everlight's idiot creatures with their whining about all things cute and fluffy. As for 'Son of Darkness', it was better than 'Demon Lord'.
"To what do we owe the honor of your presenc
Notes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 2Chapter 2: ReunionNotes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The manor was dark, lit only by the flickering light of the burning buildings in the city. The servants and slaves who had once served here were gone, dismissed by their mistress and given enough gold to see them through what would undoubtedly be a difficult few months until the new ruler of the no-longer-Glorious Empire established his brand of order.
Lady Rose, widow of the Imperial Voice Marius and former leader of the Sentinels, would not be there to see it. Her very dead former husband would have been shocked to hear the curses she muttered about the equally dead Emperor as she walked through the darkened halls of the building she had called home for the past fourteen years. "Idiot elf," was probably the kindest.
She wound her way through the obstacle course that was the manor kitchen to the narrow door opening to an alleyway where a woman of her rank would normally never be seen. Not that anyone who looked would realize they saw a ranking Imperial citizen: inst
Notes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 14Chapter 14: A New NurseNotes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 143 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Maiala lay still and quiet in the deep shadows of the ravine while she watched the men pass. If they saw her, they'd beat her.
She might have been a useful extra set of hands, but lately as the wasteland expanded and the great river's poison ate more of the ocean's harvest she'd become more of a burden. A skinny girl slave wasn't as useful as a sturdy boy, and the other use for girls well, if it was that or food even the most lustful man would choose food.
If there'd been anywhere she could go, Maiala would have run. The Ruborian Desert was as secure a cage as anything physical, and the waste was worse. Villages like Cliffsedge were few and rare: there weren't many rivers, and most of them were poisoned by the waste.
Why her mother had dumped her here Well, that was easy enough. Cliffsedge was the closest Ruborian village to what was left of Evernight Forest, making it the obvious place for a dying, half-mad elf woman to leave her unwante
One word too manySpoke to myself.One word too many3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Self spoke back.
Ark'ona concept. Yaargs. Part 1Внешность.Ark'ona concept. Yaargs. Part 13 years ago in Settings More Like This
Генетически - теплокровные живородящие ящерицы.
Внешне и по внутреннему строению очень похожи на людей, однако ярги левши и их органы расположены полност&
A Balanced MealFor dinner: takeaway.A Balanced Meal3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That's a plus.
Car RideRaises volume.Car Ride3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's still too quiet.
A Best FriendA good friend will be there for you when you cry.A Best Friend2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A best friend will be there crying with you.
A good friend will keep your secret if you murder someone.
A best friend will have been your accomplice.
A good friend will let you commit suicide.
A best friend will be holding your hand as they jump in front of a train with you.
A good friend will mourn for you if you die before them.
A best friend will follow you.
A good friend will be at your execution to say goodbye.
A best friend will be in a second electric chair right next to you.
A good friend will say it's not a good idea to throw that explosive into the powerplant that's destroying natural habitat.
A best friend will count down to three, giving you the signal to throw it.
A good friend will ignore the fact that you kidnapped someone to torture.
A best friend will provide the chloroform.
A good friend will yell at your ex for breaking up with you.
A best friend will murder them
AbsentAbsent mind? Yes.Absent3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Absent heart? No.
.:W.o.C Seeker Types:. (Descriptions) Listed in order of probability.:W.o.C Seeker Types:. (Descriptions)4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
-ability to see creatures (probability of losing sight of creature: ½ )
Activation Age: 5 years
Seekers appear as normal everyday people. The only differences are that Seekers learn faster than normal people.
Probability: 1/1000 seekers
-Eyes become a sky-blue color
-Eyes fade darker as the seeker becomes weaker; eyes become darker than their natural color upon exiting seeker state (darkness depends on the severity of weakness)
Activation age: 16 years
-ability to see creature (probability of losing sight of creature: 1/9)
-Requires great concentration/energy
-abilities can cause side-effects
-takes years to learn properly