.the oaks crouch to greet.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
me, i sit with the ferns and
the forest listens
PetitePetite4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
This is Kyle or what used to be him. Kyle had a brother named Logan who always hated how Kyle did everything better than he did, sports, school, even girls. He was sick of it so one day surfing the web Logan found a spell that was supposed to get rid of someone so he memorized it. The next day Logan was waiting for Kyle at home. When Kyle walked in Logan hit him with a baseball bat. While Kyle was unconscious he used the spell only he forgot some words & instead of Kyle disappearing. Instead of being his 22 year old self he became a 20 year old he shrunk from 6 foot 6 to a petite 5 foot 1, his brown buzz cut turned blonde & grew down past his shoulders, his features became less masculine he lost all his muscle, his arms, legs, hands, & feet grew small & slender, his clothes changed from a leather jacket & jeans to a tight fitting corset & matching panties, his waist become more curved, & his hips cracked outward, his changes were finally wrapping up when two giant DD formed in his ches
RP-Guide - Character Creation and DevelopmentCharacter Creation and DevelopmentRP-Guide - Character Creation and Development4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
((Whether you're writing your own story or RPing, there's a lot that goes into making an interesting and realistic character. I know that some RPers prefer to come up with characters literally on the spot before they start playing. Others prefer to have one prepared and ready beforehand. I'm one of the latter. Some people can pull off just whipping a character up out of nowhere; if you're able to do that well, you have my respect. But for the rest of us, I have some helpful tips! Not very much of this is WG exclusive, but hey, it helps for any kind of RP.
Once again, most of these are based on my experience and personal opinion. You might have different ideas about things that do and don't work. Take it with as many grains of salt as you wish. The most important thing about RP is that both you and your partners are having fun.))
1. What do they look like?
This might sound like a silly question. They're your characters, after all
On Goals and SuccessHow many of us are stuck in that rut of wanting to achieve something but we cant? "I can't make a web comic because I don't have the resources," "I can't play my favorite instrument because I don't have the time," "I can't become a writer because I suck at writing." It's in my belief that the only thing getting between us and our goals is the simple word "can't." It really is that simple. Drop the n't and you have "I can make a web comic," "I can play my favorite instrument," "I can become a writer." The rest of the sentence is just excuse. When you tell yourself you can achieve a goal, that's when success occurs.On Goals and Success5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The Be-Do-Have Speech
I learned from a very wise professor that we often have our mindset backwards. "Have-Do-Be" we have to have something, in order to do the things we need to do, to be what we set out to be. Thus if we don't have, we can't do, and if we can't do, then we can't be. "I can't draw a comic because I don't know how." The successors in the world, reverse that th
How to make a decent character1. Avoid making fan characters. What's the point of creating if you're piggybacking off someone else's idea?How to make a decent character5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2. If all your characters look the same or look related, or they all look identical to characters from shows you like, you're doing it wrong. Practice variety in facial proportions, body types, heights, ethnicities, personalities, and ages. The easier it is to recognize a character without relying on their outfit or hairstyle, the better.
3. When basing a character off any culture's mythology, DO YOUR RESEARCH FIRST.
4. If you're going to make a character with any sort of physical/mental disease, DO YOUR RESEARCH FIRST.
5. Making a character original doesn't necessarily mean you need to give them a super detailed, cluttered-up backstory or appearance. Simplicity is a wonderful thing, and the most memorable characters are simple characters.
6. If your character is an outcast, especially in a social environment such as school, DO NOT make them attractive with
Character Description FormCharacter Description Form4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
This form works for commissions, art trades, requests, or any possible situation in which I or someone else could be drawing your character.
This form will give me a sense of how to draw your character! Please copy and paste this text into a note or deviation. Highlight and type over the parts that aren't in bold. You can jump back to this form for the links.
Please share as much information as you can think of! The more info you give me, the more easily I can draw your character how you envision him/her. You won't be pestering me if you tell me the exact hair color; instead, I'll be happier to know that I'm getting it right.
Premium members (and non-premium members?) can add thumbnails to literature deviations through Sta.sh! This is a great way to incorporate reference pictures. Otherwise just put in links, such as
Crowstiel no. 1Crowley was reaching the end of his tether. Six bloody months he'd been searching for purgatory with the angel rebel, and not a scrap of anything had turned up. However, as Castiel walked into the room Crowley realised that there were some perks.Crowstiel no. 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hello Crowley." ohh, he was so... sexily angelic. Crowley had hid his true feelings for about the first five minutes since they had started working together, but when he couldn't contain himself any longer he had realised that Cas's time in the brothel had taught him that he was the ultimate misfit. A gay, rebel angel. Since then the pair had had a lot of fun.
"So is it work time or playtime, darling?" Crowley grinned.
"I'll leave it up to you... darling?"
"Oh, you're learning fast sweetheart, but you leave the flirting to me and stick to what you're good at... and I know what you're good at, darling."
"Shall we begin?"
"Ooh, yes please, sweetheart." And they did. Cas's ha
Supernatural: The Beauty of (Ticklish) WingsSam Winchester was not a very happy man. He had so much go wrong for him during his life, it was unreal. And it wasn't often that he got compliments. He felt strange hearing anything nice from Dean and especially Castiel, who didn't talk to him much. But Sam was also very sensitive and quite emotional, so maybe that's why Dean and Cas never said anything much. But then a curse sent Sam's way hit him hard and he had wings. Sam had an angel's wings, but Dean could not see them because he was a human. Castiel, on the other hand, could. He zapped them back to the bunker, after killing the thing that did it didn't affect Sam's state at all.Supernatural: The Beauty of (Ticklish) Wings2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Cas, what happened to Sam?" Dean shouted once they were back in the Men of Letters HQ. Cas was staring wide-eyed at a weakened Sam. His wings were massive and shimmering, a shade reminiscent of Sam's hair color. Sam could barely stand straight from the force of the spell, so he had been leaning on Dean for support.
"He-He... has wings, Dean,
Home of Thy Father - Chapter 1CHAPTER ONEHome of Thy Father - Chapter 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
7:55 AM. New York City, New York
I stared at my hand. I could feel sweet, sweet air filling my lungs, like I was really breathing for the first time. I could feel the blood pulsing through my veins. I moved my fingers, watching the muscles move under my skin. The sun shone bright from the window, the light warming my face. I looked up, out the window, at the sun. I could finally see the sun. We could finally see the sun.
When the sun came up this morning, I was small, plastic and among those that dont live. Nearly two hours later, I woke again to the sun on my face. I was no longer plastic, I was no longer dead. This, in itself, was enough to make my heart soar. But that wasnt all. I was sitting on the bench between the dioramas, full size. And Jedediah was sitting behind me, on the other side.
I watched him sleep, and a smile broke out across my face. I knew how he so wanted to see the sun. I could already see him breaki
Cause this is THRILLERDuring the day, when the patrons of the museum were solid and frozen to the naked eye, not all was as it seemed. When the sun came up, the exhibits minds fell into sort of a deep sleep, a world separate from their waking body. And sometimes, in this world, they dreamedCause this is THRILLER7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jedediah found himself in the Wild West. He looked around at the empty expanse of sand and plastic, frowning. The sun had just gone up, he remembered, but now the sun was down again. He either had slept the entire day without a dream and had just come back to reality, or this was a dream itself. Just to make sure, he gave him arm a pinch. He didnt think he was dreaming.
Well. Seems Ive missed the gosh-dern party. Whole towns gone missin. The cowboy stood up from the sand, brushed off his legs, and looked around. It looked like a ghost town. There was not a soul in sight. He peered out over the museum, and it too was deserted.
Thats just strange. He murmure
JedOct - Broken PanesBROKEN PANESJedOct - Broken Panes7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was 6 o clock on a Saturday evening. The guests were all on their way out the door, leaving the museum empty as the dead. The doors locked, the lights came on, and there was silence. Suddenly, the dead of the museum erupted into life. Music began to blast on the stereo system. Teddy Roosevelt rode off toward the Lewis and Clark exhibit, excited. Rex, the very large, cumbersome dinosaur, lumbered down a hallway. Everything was coming to life all around the museum, replacing the dead silence with excitement and sound.
One little man in particular was already on his way out of his diorama. He dismounted his horse and paused at the edge, thinking. Tonight was different than most nights. Jedediah, the little cowboy, had a lot on his little mind. He took a little moment to convince himself to do what he had to do, before attaching a rope to the edge of the diorama. One deep breath, and he was ready to repel downwards and into the great, w
Fanfic 100 - 011. Red"You really like the color red, huh? Jedediah asked on day, casting elevator eyes upon Octavius. The Roman nodded a little, thinking.Fanfic 100 - 011. Red7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I didnt pick the color myself, but it makes sense. For a warrior, I mean. The Roman lifted his cape as he spoke, staring at the dark color. Suddenly, a pair of arms were around his neck. Jedediah quickly finished tying his red scarf around Octaviuss neck, grinning. Octavius, expectantly, turned a delicate shade of red. Noticing this, he turned redder. There was a pause, in which Octavius just glared at Jedediah
I love you too, partner.
Poetry SlamTitle: Poetry SlamPoetry Slam6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fandom: Night at the Museum
Rating: PG, I think. It's definitely not any more than that. They only get very mildly frisky.
Warnings: boykisses, and Roman love poetry. Yeah.
Word count: 814
Disclaimer: I don't own the Night at the Museum movies or their characters. Nor do I lay claim to the person or poetry of Gaius Valerius Catullus.
Summary: For Jed, there's nothing more boring than poetry. For Octavius, there's nothing more inspiring.
Comments: The poem they're talking about is Catullus V. I really, really wanted to include Catullus XVI, because it's the most hilarious thing ever, but I thought that one would actually appeal to Jed!
Jedediah hated to admit it, but there were times when courting a Roman general had its drawbacks. Not often, but there were times.
This was one of those times.
Most of the museum would be downstairs in the foyer, he thought wistfully, playing games and dancing the night away. And on any othe
Time To Get Over It?Do you know how it feels to run a straight razor down your arm?Time To Get Over It?8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or the heeling pain of slicing your skin?
Do you know the sudden spilling rush of blood and adrenalin?
Or the taste of the coppery liquid?
Do you know how it feels to be so alone?
Or the suffocating freedom?
Do you know what it's like to only want to know the same four walls?
Or to know what you are doing to yourself?
Do you know the draining sorrow of knowing no loving beauty?
Or how it feels to drown at night in your tears?
Do you know how it feels to never fit in?
Or to feel isolated when in a crowd?
Do you know the driven chaos that makes you consider that bottle of pills, hidden in a cabinet in the bathroom?
Or the contemplation of a fall?
If you know none of these things then how can you tell me to get over it?
Crowstiel No.2Dean Winchester couldn't move. He couldn't breath. He simply wasn't functioning, struck dumb by the weight of the scandal before him. Cas... and Crowley? Angels could love, and not only that, they could be gay? And, more to the point, what was that slimeball demon doing with his... his... well, Dean couldn't quite decide what Castiel meant to him, but he couldn't shake that tingly feeling whenever the angel was near him. Well yeah, that could just be his divine presence or whatever, but Dean had to hold on to something. He had long harboured hopes that Cas could feel like he could feel, but he had always envisioned finding out when he was alone with him, not when he was all over none other than that slippery son of a bitch.Crowstiel No.23 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was the slippery son of a bitch himself who broke the shocked silence."Ah. Well, this is a little bit... sickening. What the bloody hell are you doing here?" Before Dean could answer, Castiel spoke up.
"Dean. I was simply exploring the human concept of lus
We Were Almost There"This don't look too good, Octavius," Jed mused, pulling at his chains.We Were Almost There6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You mean, we are not going to save our friends, the Smithsonian, and Mr. Daley?"
"I don't even think we'll be able to save ourselves, buddy..." His trademark hat fluttered off his head, only to be caught by Octavius, who placed it back on his head, with a great struggle. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it."
"Well, it looks like what everybody said 'bout us is true."
"You intend that we are attractive?" the Roman joked.
"No... That we're just a couple o' miniature men. A couple mini'tures in way o'er their heads. We were doomed from the start. I mean, look a' us. We didn't even come close to the tablet. We let everybody down. We've failed..."
"The treasure room," he said ominously.
"Yeah, we never made it to the treasure room."
"The treasure room," he repeated.
"Exactly, buddy. Yeah, the place we never got to."
"The treasure room," he repeated.
"Okay, now yer startin' to bum me out, Octy."
"No, look in the window! It's th
Fanfic 100 - 051. WaterThough it was night, the museum was still very warm. During the day, the air-conditioning broke, so the heat lingered from the day into the night. Jedediah and Octavius found themselves wondering how to battle the heat that weighed on them like a bag of bricks.Fanfic 100 - 051. Water7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Heyyyy, I think I have an idea. Jed finally said. He stripped off his miniature vest and hat and tossed them on the nearest bench. Cmon, partner.
Where are we going? Octavius asked. The cowboy looked over his shoulder and grinned.
I expect the water fountains gotta be pretty cool this time a night.
THE Zombie Survival Guide*This part is for newbies. Skip down to the dashes if you already know this stuff.*THE Zombie Survival Guide5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Okay, so first of all, a zombie is a reanimated corpse that lurches around looking for human flesh. Different breeds may be reasoned with, or even "cured" back to the original personality. However, the most typical zombies:
-Are incoherent. They will not be reasoned with or threatened.
-They don't sleep.
-They seem to like brains, but most will settle for a nice hunk of your flesh.
-The come in different speeds, from crawling to shambling to running. Most are shambling along at a slow slow walk.
-They do not drown or asphyxiate.
-Some will burn easily while others will not burn at all.
-Most zombies will "die" from severe damage to the head.
-It is said they are attracted by sound, but this varies.
-VERY IMPORTANT: The most dangerous thing about zombies is that if they bite you and you die before your brain is destroyed, you will come back to life as ANOTHER ZOMBIE. That's how they spread their numbers
Para mi tu eres unico y especial- STANCEST ORIGINAantes que nada... STANFORD PINES ES EL AUTOR!!!AHHHHHPara mi tu eres unico y especial- STANCEST ORIGINA4 months ago in Romance More Like This
el tipo es re sexy para ser un anciano -w-.
Listo! Ya me exprese ... LEAN! C:
Siempre se pregunto la razon de por que tuvo que nacer con esta maldicion.
Y no habia otro modo de llamarlo ni siquiera para que sonara menos cruel.
Todos lo miraban de diferente manera. Con asco, miedo , vergüenza ... y con pena.
Odiaba esas miradas! No habia lugar a donde fuera que no lo vieran asi.
Y todo por su sexto dedo en cada mano.
Y al igual que las miradas, los insultos no se hacian de esperar.
Habia oido muchas veces decir que las palabras duelen mas que los golpes... y el lo habia comprobado toda su vida.
¿Por que le decian eso?
¿Que les habia hecho el para recibir aquellos tratos?
Ya se estaba cansando de todo aquello ...
Las miradas, las burlas... y los golpes...
Estuvo escondiendo cada golpe de su cuerpo con prendas, inclusive aunque se estuviera murien
One Word - Crowstiel fic Three times Crowley offered to help Castiel forget about the Winchesters and one time Castiel accepted.One Word - Crowstiel fic5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You're gonna tell me where to find the bloody Alpha whether you like it or not," Crowley said, "Really, kid, you might as well give it up now and spare yourself the agony." As he spoke, the former crossroads demon paced across the floor of his makeshift interrogation room. It pained him to see how dirty the once-white tiles had become, now stained with blood, and he narrowed his eyes at the silent werewolf. Even bound and starving, the monster refused to talk, staring blankly at the wall behind Crowley. "So, this is how it's gonna be."
Raising the silver knife in his hand, Crowley stepped forward. Just as the werewolf cringed away, the door to the chamber flung open and slammed against the wall with such force that Crowley paused for a split second before driving the blade into the werewolf's heart. Tied to a metal table a few feet away, another werewolf shut its
Next time - remember meTime seems to have been a reminder of how long it has been - it doesn't register as a feeling. I don't feel it has been long. But I know.Next time - remember me2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And my appearance has changed, it's daunting and more of what is considered mature. For I have matured. Or is that so?
And I hug them, my hug is warm and promising and loving, for it is a true hug. I say "Where have you been? Long have you been gone!"
They hug back and answer but I am unable to listen. For sad it is that I am the one asking. When I was the one gone.
Supernatural: Unhappy SammySam was in the bitchiest of moods. He had these moments before, but this one was bad. Dean tried valiantly to make it better, but he only succeeded in making it worse. He even got shoved by the moose once, which stemmed a lack of conversation between the two brothers. Castiel was checking in on them occasionally, especially when he sensed an unusually large amount of tension between them.Supernatural: Unhappy Sammy2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Now, Dean went out to a local bar in the town, searching for booze and chicks. Sam stayed in the hotel room, drinking a beer and watching TV. He was pretty zoned out, his body overall relaxed. This is why he jumped a foot in the air when the angel, Castiel, appeared beside him.
"Jesus, Cas..." Sam glanced at the angel, trying to steady his heart rate.
"What's the matter? Dean's out so if you were looking for him--"
"I wasn't looking for your brother."
"Okay. What then?"
Cas looked at Sam with the blankest of expressions. The youngest Winchester waited for an answer. Non