80 things learned from TolkienPretty, shiny things are hazardous to your health.80 things learned from Tolkien5 years ago in Humor More Like This
This is because the Law of Attraction is multiplied 100x once you look at them
Hobbits state the overly obvious
Chocolate is nonexistent in Middle-Earth.
Arwen stole Glorfindel's horse.
Beer and Tobacco seem to have a beneficial effect on hobbits
Never make fires in questionable caves
Kick a troll, and your foot will break
Elvish accents are low and whispery
Never sleep in a boat if your Dad is a Pyromaniac
Don't give twins the exact same name
Imitating voices can come in handy
Running at your brother with a sword and shouting at him in old-fashioned language will get you a big time-out
Really, really big dogs are very useful
Being good at riddles can save your life
Giant spiders freak out elves big-time
Elrond should have pushed Isildur into the crack of doom
Sauron once got pwned by a girl
If you insult any of Tùrin's female relatives, you will find yourself impaled on a rock at the bottom of a raging river.
Speaking of w
Night of the ViolinSeek you me in a grave shallow,Night of the Violin3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bleeding upon a blade of rusted steel
The mood of a rose ascends beyond ether
caressing souls in skies hoary
From the pitch of solitude she appears,
dark hair soaking upon winds quiver
(violin weeping in the dew of nocturnal sunrise)
As the moon whispers in twilight's fall
my thoughts swirl into a halo of numb reverie
Entranced in the gloaming of her love
dripping within the lotus of her serenade
Beset in eyes of jade,
drowning in sensual delight
Seduced in a gothic sky
Deepest gaze unleashed into my soul;
she weaves a spell of turquoise feather
her violin brushes my skin in dreamy hues
Evanescent in spectral shards of solemn rains
my thoughts swoon in burning juniper
Servant to the epitome of her will
basking in the shadows of her mind
kissed in the aura of sweet sorrow;
untold love begins to flow
Embroidered in the ballet of night's fall
violins seethe in star-clustered valleys
like a burning choir of lonely spirits
My thirst blushes in a sea
Pomegranite GrenadeHand full of pills, potent, rose-colored, Neuron Implosion, Pomegranate Grenade. Palm full of rose-colored pills he pokes them with his finger; eenie-meenie-miney-moe he caught excitement by the toe. His veins pulsed and his entire core was set to vibrate as if his insides, the jail cell of his ribs, was shaken by an earthquake, an electrical storm, 8.9 on the Richter Scale Oh, Jesus Christ. He passes out and throws up tea and bread next to the fireplace, wiping his vomit-covered hand through that mass of curly hair and he's so high, Jesus Christ he's so high, that he doesn't care until he's woken up forever and a day later still so tired, still so fucking inconsolably bored.Pomegranite Grenade2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock knew John even before he knew him- knew him with a glance, knew his past and his present and his soul by the dust on his shoes and the curl of his fingers. He knew with a bat of his lashes that neither smoke nor pill nor paper had ever passed the barriers of John's teeth, and he knew that Jo
Yellow Submarine (Awesome Trio x Reader)((Warning: Mention of Alcohol))Yellow Submarine (Awesome Trio x Reader)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In the land of submarines
The warm breeze gently lifted your [h/c] hair as you leaned over the rail. You took a sniff of the aroma from the sea below while you closed your [e/c] eyes, enjoying the moment. When you opened your eyes, a sigh of satisfaction escaped from your mouth.
You were finally home.
You did not realize how much you missed the small port town until coming back, especially when your old neighbors greeted you with warm smiles and lovely chats. Everything looked the same as when you left it, and it was great to enjoy the peaceful, quiet life instead of the busy life in (your favorite big city).
Similar to the olden days, you leaned over the metallic rail, placing your feet onto the lower part of the rail. You stared into the sea below, noticing how green the ocean appeared beneath the deck's shadow. A fish popped it head out of the water
Norway x Reader - Better than ButterNorway x Reader – Better than ButterNorway x Reader - Better than Butter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You sighed and stood outside, the bitter cold Norwegian air biting your cheeks as you waiting for your boyfriend to pick you up. He was supposed to be here an hour ago! Finally you dialed his number. After what seemed like a lifetime, he picked up.
“Hey babe, sup?” he asked you.
“You idiot! Did you forget that we were going on a date tonight!?” you screamed into the phone.
“...Oh yeah, about that, I had to cancel. I got some other plans.” You gritted your teeth, and you could swear you heard a woman in the background. “Who’s on the phone, babe?” Your mouth fell open as you heard the rival female call your boyfriend ‘babe’. That cheater! That lying snake!
“You know what, (male name), don’t bother calling me back. Or ever again. I never want to see your cheating face again!” you sla
Speed DialI walk downstairs andSpeed Dial3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dial the phone
with my eyes closed
and instead of the moan
of a stranger's dial tone,
someone picks up and says
that the leaves are turning
where she is
and the wind is cold
and the lake has grown hard
-what do you Americans call it,
when you can see yourself like glass?
Ice, you call it ice,
the lake has become ice
and her English is poor
but she has always wanted to visit
the United States of
America. So I tell her
it's alright here
and in some places the sun
burns hot throughout the winter
but we have places
with red trees and ice as well.
She thanks me and the receiver
and we are worlds away
as I contemplate pressing redial
but eventually decide against it.
Lucifer and VisitorThe Devil mourned his homeland lostLucifer and Visitor2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Upon a stone in exile deep
Beneath the great Earth’s hardened crust
Where fires rage inside the sea
Much too far for father sky
To see the rock where The Devil lie
As he lamented, sullen, weary
Expression that of sorrow true
A Thing appeared, and very clearly
Cracked the gates of Lucifer’s tomb
The grin that danced upon his face
Found hell to be the quaintest place
The thing approached and asked him kindly,
“Why do you mourn your banishment?
All the land above I do see
But I’ve never seen an armament
So well hidden from my mighty eyes
Which see all things as they live and die
For I grow restless by the day
When I see the angels serve
And humans so engaged in play
Unaware that they deserve
For my wrathful hand to crush them quick
And maintain that they had asked for it
I was there for heaven’s birth
A burst of light in infinity
I’d have watched it grow, but- for what it’s worth-
I found the whole thing uninter
DragonsDragons.Dragons10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some say they never were,
And were birthed from imagination.
The same say that fantasy
Is the realm of children and the insane.
To believe in the magical,
And the fantastic
Is to be as a child or a madman.
I am neither and I believe in dragons.
The majestic Lords of skie
Born of fire.
In an averie of flames
The eggs lie
Warmed by mothers breath.
Emerging weak and hungry,
Unfurl for the first time.
For mothers attention.
Noble, proud and powerful
Lords of the skie
Reach the very stars with
A thermal sigh
And one thunderous wingbeat.
Upon the winds they soar
Breaking free from earths hold.
Higher, faster, beyond the limits.
All nations praise them
And they do not exist?
Fools, they are about you!
Dragon, Wyvern, firedrake
Black, white, blue, red
The old bronze
The nobel silver
The regal gold
The death dragon
The luck dragon
Dragons! Live breath fire and flame
Mighty in body, glory in na
Sessy-Inu BIA: Chapter 1All of the InuYasha characters are owned by Rumiko TakahashiSessy-Inu BIA: Chapter 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is a fanfic centering around Sesshomaru as the primary character with Inuyasha and Sesshomaru's crew with several OC's created by me.
The battle over the shikon no tama is over and the youkai lord made a silent vow to his chichi-ue that he would stop fighting with his younger brother and try to make peace.
But is 200 years of previous hatred between them too much for them to overcome?
My goal is to try to get the two brothers to be friends, try to keep them in character as much as possible and add a romantic interest for Sesshomaru that will be introduced later in the story and I may even introduce one for Inuyasha.
The first several chapters are of Sesshomaru and Inuyasha trying to connect to each other, but unfortunately, it's not an easy transition. The first of several of my oc's will be introduced in a chapter called I, Sesshomaru, Protect No One. Hope you stick around and enjoy!
I must warn you, some of t
The Painter And The VeteranHe wanted to pull out the painThe Painter And The Veteran3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a syringe, as if it were
black jelly that had accumulated
underneath his skin. This was
how morning welcomed him.
On saturday nights, he was
the kind of man who went around town
painting murals with a can. They
were gorgeous, especially when city
employees melted them with hose-water.
In America you can find dollar bills
stuck deep in the cracks between
sidewalks; you can find people stuck
deep in the cracks between
You can also find people inside
said buildings, inside beds,
and only one
night, the painter was approached
by a hairy young man with combat
boots who claimed to have fought in
Vietnam. The veteran put a grimy
paw on the painter's shoulder and
asked if he knew why airplanes
had so many windows.
The painter didn't
of them had flown
The veteran slurred with distinction that
before windows were on planes,
they were closed-off
plastic flying tubes. But,
one day every p
School Days [Norway x Reader x Iceland]PLEASE READ DESCRIPTIONSchool Days [Norway x Reader x Iceland]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were bored.
It was miserable and stormy out, the rain and cold making the thought of stepping outside undesirable. Not being out and about was unusual for you, as you were quite the go getter.
You were the top student of your class, and the student council president. You were beautiful, with your flawless (s/c) skin, your sparkling (e/c) eyes, and your (h/l) (h/c) hair. Many other girls envied you, even though you put no effort into your appearance. But you didn't care about your fellow seniors, as they were shallow and meaningless to you, with the exception of your few friends. The only things you wanted were straight A's, your laptop, and anime boys.
Oh, those anime boys.
Anyways, you were laying on your back in the middle of your bed. You had already completed your quarterly projects, weekend homework, and studied for your history test on Wednesday. It was about 7:00 in the afternoon on Sunday, leaving you
To Whom Do You Belong?To Whom Do You Belong?4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When in the height of youthful prime,
And candour gently reigned,
Then feared you not the march of Time,
Possession you disdained.
How fulsome in existence chaste
Were you content to dwell;
And life's pursuits in restless haste
Cast not their ugly spell.
Content without the irksome hand
Of one who gathers flowers.
Content in peaceful shades to stand
Whilst claims were made in bowers.
Then came those hands, clear to discern
Above the heady throng.
How came you for those hands to yearn?
To whom do you belong?
Why sigh you now, with faded mien,
For hands which care you not?
Regretting thus to be unseen,
Regretting now your lot?
Regretting now the loss of time,
And peace in disarray?
The ravages of seasons' clime
Upon your features prey.
Resign you now alone to fade,
Your bloom o'ercast by care.
Resign again to unseen shade.
In vain do you despair.
Several ways to get publishedQ: I am wondering. How do i go about getting one of my mangas published? i thought you might know the answer.Several ways to get published8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
A: If you post it on DrunkDuck or Deviantart it's count as published, digitally, but it doesn't mean your publisher on digital world is obligated to pay you for it, if you publish on your own site, maybe you can earn ad money from it.
For book publishing, there are two major ways to go: go submit to a publisher, or be your own publisher. Publishing is both easy and hard, depending on the scale of publishing you want to go for.
-Nation/world wide book publishing is what most refer to as "being published" (It means being "commercially published")
There's Commercial publishing, and Self publishing, below I will talk to you about both worlds.
Just know each have their ups, and downs, either are perfect, choose what you like most for yourself.
Disclaimer: the publishing process and possibilities shared may not be the same world wide, it's more specific toward US an
We Were All Going to be WonderfulKathy's mom, shaped like a ripe pearWe Were All Going to be Wonderful1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
black-haired, she wore it long, tied back.
She looked foreign, she should have been a gypsy--
silver and red, smoky and asleep;
should have smelled like cardamom or cloves
but she smelled like onions and carrots, potatoes and oregano.
She leaned at the sink in the tiny kitchen
peeling potatoes, head bent, sallow-skinned, heavy-hipped
her dark hair traced with the first lazy spider webs of gray.
We slunk past the gray-mouthed man on the sofa
with his Reds game and his beer;
men weren't soft then, but the new kind was coming along.
The suburbs were a garden
through the hot summer days and the Catholic schools,
and it wasn't the dads who had the dirty fingernails.
But he worked every day, by god he did,
drove a truck fat with bakery goods
flaccid and without souls
(whole wheat was a color not a life.)
Robert kept the kids fed, didn't interfere
with their summer afternoons.
"Come in here, Josie, pull down my pants and make love to me."
She only grunted,
Kill Them All - Levi x ReaderKill Them All - Levi x Reader 1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Kill Them All - Levi x Reader
WARNING: VIOLENCE,GORE AND FOUL LANGUAGE UP AHEAD. DON'T LIKE? DON'T READ!
Fire and blood stained the walls that were supposed to keep this city safe. The titan's have invaded and broken through the walls. Bodies of innocent people flew across the streets or were being devoured whole.
You ran with your foster mom. She was the only one who took you in when you were weak. She saved you from the viscous drubbings you would receive from your parents.
She was your everything.
You could feel the ground shake under your bare and bloody feet as you helplessly ran for safety.
"_______!" you heard your foster mother shout. You whipped around to see a titan. The disgusting creature was nude, covered in dirt and grime. Blood, fresh and crusted, was all over its creepy, smiling face.
It grabbed you both in an iron vice grip. You both tried struggling your hardest but it came with no avail. You both screamed. You &
Slender Man vs. Jeff the Killer He moved silently, gliding above the ground as the long arms that protruded from his back pulled him through the dark pines. Slowly, he melted into the branches of a large fir and surveyed a campsite below him. Echoes of laughter and the crackling of a fire mixed with the scent of s'mores and bug repellent. Someone shouted angrily, something about a mosquito. Slender Man laughed, or did something comparable; mosquitos don't go near him.Slender Man vs. Jeff the Killer3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He lowered himself further down the trunk until he could make out a few more details through the wispy smoke and hissing embers. A large green tent, the fire circle, and a family of four seated around it. They loudly stuffed themselves with marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate. He gave a tiny shudder of pleasure. They were so puny, so unknowing, so out of place --
Slender Man looked up. In the distance, perhaps a few hundred ya
The Dragon War - Chapter 35Chapter 35The Dragon War - Chapter 352 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I watched with rapid interest as the female elf dug her blade into the place where her opponent had been fractions of a second ago. She turned toward him and they parried blows, and she jumped high into the air on a wooden beam. He pursued and dove under her blade as she tried to gain the upper hand, forcing her way toward him so that he had to surrender before falling away from the beam. He contemplated the jump with a glance over his shoulder before turning to his companion and smiling. "Indutiae," he murmured.
I jumped up excitedly and clapped. I had never seen such skill with the sword, and I had a new appreciation for the phrase "as fast as an elf" that we often used in our own training. I knew that my own abilities couldn't possibly compare.
"Would you care to fight?" the female elf asked, noticing me when I clapped. At that point I wished I hadn't. Icemoon urged me forward with a soft touch from his
Artist Alley 101Artist Alley 1013 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
ARTIST ALLEY 101
Hi there deviantart guinea pigs! 8D I'm preparing an outline for a panel at A-kon! I have vast experience attending conventions and displaying my work. What I've written here are my total thoughts on how to do your first artist alley. It has not been made into an outline yet. What I'm needing is feedback, questions, and conversations about this information so I can decide what I might add or take away from this discussion before creating a final outline and hand out! Please help me! I'd really appreciate any comments you feel ready to leave! I am not really a comfortable public speaker, I only feel capable once I have prepared material extensively for the occasion.
Why to do an artist alley:
AA can turn a nice profit for a lot of people, but more often than not, First Con Ever is a learning experience more than a bountiful retail extravaganza. But before you shy away from losing money, consider that you'll probably pay more for a single college class and
DragonsDragons11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
fifteen dragons in flight, gliding through the atmosphere.
each with their own abilities,
each with their own color, and size,
each with their own nature,
with their own destiny...
Oaki knew a girl once,Oak1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with an oak heart and guarded hands
(gloved from touch)
uncrossed her ankles,
let naked fingertips
touch well-read lips, and
her heart kind of turned
i miss that girl,
with the oak heart -
she was tougher.
removedi feel separateremoved1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to time and place
from others -
i am not lost
i always know where i am, i am
painfully aware of that