Et tandis que la pluie tombeDehors sous la pluieEt tandis que la pluie tombe2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Je tourbillonne en riant
Je ris des autres
Je ris de moi-même
Et tandis que la pluie tombe
Je saute dans les flaques d'eau
Et chante en dansant
" Puisse la pluie durer éternellement "
Sous ce temps
Que tout le monde fuit
Que je recherche
Je souris aux fatalités
Et tandis que la pluie tombe
Je saute dans les flaques d'eau
Et chante en dansant
" Puisse la pluie durer éternellement "
Les gouttes d'eau s'estompent
Les autres sortent
Alors que je rentre
Et que mes larmes coulent
Et tandis que le soleil apparaît
Je saute à l'intérieur de chez moi
Et finis en pleurant
" Puisse la pluie revenir bientôt "
8: Beauty and the BeastDid all of it really happen? Is Edmund truly…dead?8: Beauty and the Beast2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Beth sat before the fireplace in her bedroom, her feet tucked beneath her and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She was still trembling after all that had happened, and though she tried to breath evenly, her heartbeat wouldn’t slow even a little.
Garrett had disappeared several hours before with an unconscious Fiona in his arms and a shaken, bleary eyed Mr. Gibbs close at his side.
Beth had asked to help, wanting to be close by when Fiona woke, but both men had insisted that she too needed to rest after her ordeal, and so she had been left with no other choice but to wait anxiously in her bedroom for word of Fiona’s condition.
In an effort to keep her mind off of her worry over Fiona, she busied herself by removing the bandages from her arm and leg.
“Strange,” she murmured when the bandages fell away. Not a scratch marred her pale skin, and there were no scars. To anyone else, it would appear
Promises Of TodayPromises Of Today3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Promises Of Today
The sands of time can be unpredictable
But to mold them is impossible
And being let down is typical
I, for one, know what it's like
Having that unrelenting doubt dwell inside
And withstanding all of those tears that aren't dried
With that said
I want to help you, my dear friend
For the hope of happiness is within the reach of your hands
I need to apologize for not always being there
It's because I have my own slate
But now I'm finally here
I'm sorry I'm late
I've been where you are
I've seen what you've seen
And I was able to break through the dark
But I'll go back for you, just to help you believe
That it can get better
If you truly want it to
The era of fear can be over
It just all depends on you
But I know
That not all of us are strong enough
And that's why a lot of people tend to let go
So I am here to lend my rough hands to help you up
You are so important
Even if you don't see it
You're such a wonderful person
So I know you deserve to make it through this
i'm a wolfmy sweet, my lovelyi'm a wolf5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you're pretty as a painting by claude monet
but i'm a wolf scratching at the door
i told you not to open, but your eager heart was ready to love
anything and anyone
even the dark tragedies of fairytales
even the desire that lusts for flesh
i paint my hands in your scarlet acceptance
but see these teeth are meant to bite
these nails to scratch the dust
An Analysis of Deviant Art's AsshatteryAn Analysis of Deviant Art's Asshattery3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
As many of us are well aware, there are many fundamental issues with the way Deviant Art functions as a website. The site is often slow or all-out unresponsive, people have no privacy and protection, and other problems exist that the staff simply doesn't care to resolve. Despite these problems and many others, the most we see in the way of site updates is aesthetic tweaks and piddly, unnecessary destination re-routes.
As far as I can gather, there are four basic issues with Deviant Art that desperately need to be changed. There are probably more, but they will be saved for a later article if they are brought to my attention. Each issue I see will be discussed and solutions will be proposed. It is not necessarily my hope to receive a Daily Deviation on this, and I certainly don't expect the staff to actually take it into consideration, but I do hope to at least share my thoughts on the issues I've experienced in my 2.5 years as a De
You've Got a Conan Obsession22 Signs That You Watch Too Much Detective ConanYou've Got a Conan Obsession5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When you enter a room you say, "Detective (Name) has arrived."
You are constantly trying to solve little "crimes" that happen within your house.
You snoop around Wal-Mart like you're doing something important.
You ARE doing something important; there was a bald man who littered earlier and you're hot on his trail!
You pull that classic annoyed face whenever somebody does something stupid.
You point out the obvious.
You wish two men in black would give you a shrinking drug.
You're parents are more concerned than they were when you were a ninja.
You own a bowtie now.
Your bowtie is red.
You rock at soccer now.
You bought a tan trench coat and magnifying glass.
You tricked out your skateboard.
You're constantly on the look out for trouble.
You constantly quote Conan.
You seem to be watching more 48 Hours Mystery than before.
You Googled whether or not there were really high school detectives in Japan.
You've recently become a Sherlock Holme
Mouri Ran's Side, Chapter 1Mouri Ran's Side, Chapter 18 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"So... You're taking Conan back overseas with you?" A teenage female sat on a couch, across from an older woman with dark hair. The teenager was wearing a high school uniform, a blue blazer, green necktie, white shirt, and blue pleaded skirt. Her crystal blue eyes seemed intent, curious, and inquiring. But that masked the real emotions she was having: remorse, worry, loneliness, and worst of all: Reluctance.
The other woman was dressed up in a female business suit, but with a ruffled, lacy white neckpiece. Her hair was done up in a bun. She gave a small, curt nod.
"Yes. We can finally bring him with us. My husband and I found a very good school for him to go to as well. So you needn't worry about his education. He's old enough to take care of himself now too." The woman smiled warmly.
"Oh. Alright then. I was betting Conan was getting anxious and homesick as well. He's very good at hiding his feelings, but I'm pretty sure he missed his parents very much." The girl replied. What are
ComplimentsYou showered meCompliments1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now they are stuck
Between my ears,
I can’t get them out
Of my Head.
RememberRemember3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Alphonse Elric closed the fridge in a huff. "Brother?"
"Yeah?" Edward Elric asked from his seat at the table, reading the newspaper and taking a sip of his coffee. He had developed a real taste for coffee lately. He didn't know why.
"We don't have any more of those muffins left. I thought you said you bought some more." Al had a habit of scolding his brother, despite their obvious age difference.
"I did. You're just not looking hard enough," Ed said, without looking up from the newspaper.
Al checked again. Nothing.
"I checked at least seven times, Brother. Still nothing."
"Are you looking in the fridge?"
"Yes," Al said, quite agitated at the fact that his brother was still unbelievably lazy, even after all these years.
"The reason you can't find it is because you're not looking in the right place," Ed said, like it was nothing.
"Then where should I be looking?" Al asked, the agitation still going strong.
"The pantry," Ed said, as if it were the most obvious answer in the entir
Loki meets Balder. Loki was led through Asgard to a Hall he hadn't seen yet. This wasn't surprising he had only been living there a few weeks. He glanced at Odin who had a faintly wicked smile playing on his lips. “There is someone I want you to meet. One of my sons, Balder. He's having a feast right now, I told him you would be going. Have fun." He said as they arrived at the door. "Now, I have to get back to Mimir, apparently something bad might happen.” The all farther rolled his eyes as he thought of the number of bad things the perpetually nervous Mimir had predicted.Loki meets Balder.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Odin walked off back toward his own hall leaving a confused Loki. The looked at the Hall suspiciously then shrugged and entered. Inside were almost all the Aesir he knew sat around a table looking nervous. Loki frowned a little at their awkward expressions.
“Ahh Odin's new blood Brother.” Said a stiff voice. “Well I suppose you had better sit. Welcome t
5: Beauty and the Beast"If I didn't know you so well, Mr. Gibbs, I would think you were mad for being outside during such poor weather," Garrett said, pulling his thick leather gloves from the pocket of his great coat. "The cold is quite unbearable."5: Beauty and the Beast3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Garrett tugged his gloves on against the biting cold, glancing warily at the dark clouds swirling high above. Though the snowfall had ceased that morning, Garrett could sense the storm would be back with a vengeance by nightfall.
"I hadn't planned on coming out, I assure you," Mr. Gibbs chuckled. "But dear Tilly has been cooped up in the barn these past days, and with this small break in the storm I could not pass up the opportunity to take her out for a short ride. Isn't that right old girl?"
Tilly bobbed her head as Mr. Gibbs ran his gloved hand back and forth against her neck, leading the old mare along through the snow and towards the barn.
Garrett walked beside Mr. Gibbs in silence, his thoughts turning to Mr. Leonard and the letter that he had placed in th
4: Beauty and the BeastSunlight streamed through the large window and across the foot of the bed, and for a moment Beth forgot where she was. She turned onto her back, staring up through the canopy of drapes hanging across the four poster bed, her anxiety and frustration over her situation returning as the after effects of sleep wore away.4: Beauty and the Beast3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Beth hated how helpless she felt, trapped in a castle in the middle of a vicious storm that showed no signs of easing up. She sat up in bed and stretched her tired limbs, then scooted to the edge of the bed and pulled the blanket up around her shoulders against the biting cold of morning.
Since there was nothing she could do about her situation, she focused instead on the small things she could control, such as getting dressed and straightening her bed. She was certain that Fiona would be upset with her for cleaning up a bit, but Beth wasn't the type who expected others to wait on her.
Once the bed was as close to perfect as she could get it, Beth went to the armoire where
A Kappa Named CucumberI was once friends with a kappa named Cucumber.A Kappa Named Cucumber2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We met on a Saturday. It had rained Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday!
Come Saturday it was still raining, so I put on my yellow boots and jacket; and I took an umbrella, a bucket, and some cucumber sandwiches; and went down the lane to collect frogspawn.
Along the way I splashed through every puddle, but thanks to the yellow boots my feet stayed nice and dry.
When I got to the pond, I saw something floating on the water. It had big green eyes, so I thought it was a frog. But as I came closer it suddenly spoke!
“I know it well, that human smell.”
It wasn't a frog at all… it was a little girl! She was standing in the pond and looking at me with her huge, round eyes, green as green. She had long, red hair and a lily pad on top of her head.
“If you don’t get out of the rain, you’ll catch cold” I told her, and I offered her my umbrella. But the girl shook her head.
2: Beauty and the BeastBeth clung to Mr. Thorne's arm around her waist, her teeth chattering as icy rain trickled down her face. Her hair was glued to her cheeks and tangled around her neck, her cloak and gown soaked through to her skin. Her whole body was numb, her fingers and toes aching painfully from the cold.2: Beauty and the Beast4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We're nearly there," Mr. Thorne shouted over the onslaught of rain. Beth nodded, unable to speak as droplets of rain hit her already numb face.
Beth leaned closer against Mr. Thorne, trying to soak up some of the warmth that seemed to roll off of him in waves. Though she shook violently against the cold, Mr. Thorne felt as though he was on fire, and she couldn't help but relish the warmth that his nearness offered.
He stiffened behind her as she held onto him, his grip around her waist tightening as his warm breath ghosted over her temple. She tilted her head and glanced up at him to find his hard unreadable eyes on her, his jaw clenching and unclenching.
There was something possessive in the way
6: Beauty and the BeastWhen Beth woke she was afraid to move, uncertain of where she was or who might be with her. She opened her eyes only slightly, just enough to see that she was lying in her bed at Blackmoor Castle, the room warm and the walls aglow with shifting light from the fireplace.6: Beauty and the Beast3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She had the distinct feeling that she was not alone, and when she shifted her head slightly to have a better view of the large wingback chair that was near the window, her heartbeat quickening when she realized that a figure sat there--and she knew with certainty that it was Mr. Thorne.
Beth squeezed her eyes closed, trying to keep her breathing steady and even, willing Mr. Thorne to leave her alone so that she could assess her situation in peace and come up with a better means for escaping the castle and the mad creature that Mr. Thorne had transformed into.
"I know you're awake," he muttered. "So you may as well open your eyes and face me."
Her breath caught at the sound of his voice, which no longer sounded gravelly
CicadaYou said to me:Cicada4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I think that I am going mad."
And I said:
Your hair was wet; your eyelashes heavy with the weight of it, and you twisted your fingers together, the knuckles knotting like the loose threads of that old shirt that you always wore on Wednesdays.
"My family are all bears", you said to me, "but I am not. I am not brave enough to be a bear."
I thought of my own family, small and squashed in silence and I understood, my heart like a stone where it sat in my throat, stopping my words from coming out.
You breathed out the smoke where it sat in your mouth, trapped beneath your tongue, and the stone of the cemetery wall was cold behind my back. I looked towards the church, the windows lit with soft gold, and I wished that I was inside, singing along with the false words that my head denied me, anything to escape sitting out here, on the cold cement beside you.
"My mother is a bear", you said, "my father too. They watch bear television and eat bear food and laugh at bear
Once Upon a Carcass,I loved her like the flaws in barbed wire;Once Upon a Carcass,1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
it stung. & I needed to take her castle ribs-
but I was jealous of heaven.
She spoke through her bones.
She: a beautiful decay
draped along my apartment,
& the mess of my mouth.
When she left,
I cried big ugly tears
for the First Aid of her
I needed Draco.
I needed her.
“Is it sweet?” She meows even still
with all my self-doubt.
This thing, I must not feed it-
As I still long to leave galaxies
along the length of her entire bed.
A Parent's storyIt had only been a few weeks since Leith had returned home but it felt like a year had passed. Years. However, no matter how long he had been away from his homeland and his upbringing, life around the small hidden community of elves was still the same. Everyone was friendly, though aged just a little bitit was the same. Mrs. Tilja and her sons had grown and were young teenagers now, no longer the little kids that pulled pranks and stunts on the local elders. Marche and his brother were now matured young adults as well and no longer lounged around for free meals off the Elinar family. His mother and father's house looked the same as ever. A nice little garden that was tended too carefully by his mother still gave off a warm welcoming. Clicking open the small fence, Leith entered the yard and followed the small stone pavement to the front door. He straightened himself up and licked his lips before knocking at the door.A Parent's story3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
There was a long silence before he heard someone shuffling clos
America x Reader: Surprise! [Birthday Fic!]You greeted each person as they entered Alfred's house. Luckily, you got your boyfriend's keys; which were not so discretely hidden under his American flag designed doormat, and told all his friends at what time to come over.America x Reader: Surprise! [Birthday Fic!]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today was your American's boyfriend birthday which just happened to be also during the big 4th of july.
In less than 2 hours, you managed to clean up the place as well as prepare for Al's surprise birthday party. Food, drinks as well as music were all prepared and with each guest, a present was added to the already enormous piles of colorfully wrapped gifts.
You had told Alfred that you had a surprised gift for him and so, could not go in his home until 7pm. You decided this year that you'd throw him a surprise birthday party, because Alfred always enjoys surprises. Whether it was him being surprised or you being surprised, he just loved surprises. The moment he'd come in, you made sure everyone knew what to do and where to hide.
Speaking of your boyfriend, you su
ReaderxEngland: A little too NaiveA smile was a powerful thing and England knew that very well. Whenever he looked at that one girl he was reminded of how beautiful it was to see a smile.ReaderxEngland: A little too Naive1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Each time a conference was held between the countries he couldn't help but be a little excited. Sure the meetings were quite boring but he had finally found a way he could entertain himself.
She was a relatively new country. Not much had been soiled on her land which could be the reason as to why she was so bright and cheerful all the time. Although England would be lying if he said he hadn't found her annoying at first.
After all she seemed to go along happily with everything that brute of America would say. But none the less he had eventually ended up finding the girl quite charming. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone.
He walked into the meeting humming to himself happily as he sat down in his usual spot, in between France and America and right across from you. America was already there looking at him, questioningly.
RQ!PrussiaxReader~A Awesome Way to Say I Love You “Hey! (y/n)!” the (e/c) eyed girl turned and smiled brightly at her approaching best friend, Gilbert Beilschmidt.RQ!PrussiaxReader~A Awesome Way to Say I Love You2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Hey Gil! What’s up?” she replied, waving. Gilbert came to a stop in front of her.
“Ah, nothing…I’m just really bored.” He said. (y/n) rolled her eyes.
“Aren’t you always?”
“…Ja.” She smiled.
“Where are Antonio and Francis?” she asked.
Feeding Time...Feeding Time at the Sultan's MenagerieFeeding Time...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mother is a hyena
and when the men come to feed us
she makes a terrible noise that I can hear
even from across the zoo,
but they think it is laughter
and they don't know that it is her
saying the same thing she always does:
"More, more! Why isn't there more?"
She cannot help herself;
She is a scavenger.
When I was born, she picked me up
in jaws that can crush an elephant femur
and for a second, the keepers that watched her
held their breath, thinking she was
about to eat me.
Somehow I was spared
and even the poison of her saliva,
the festering bacteria that kills days later,
only served to bathe me.
She is the leader.
She says, "You do what I say and
you don't complain because you are mine."
And she keeps a pile of bones in the back
of her cage, even though they only feed
us chickens and she says, "This is for when
there are no more birds because the men
are worse than leopards and will not
be generous much longer."
She bites them when t
2012 AmericaXReaderAh, America. The land of the free. The land of the brave. The land of obnoxious, hamburger loving dubasses. The land of said dumbasses currently telling Sealand a load of bullshit.2012 AmericaXReader2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"It's true, bro! I DID survive 2012!"
You rolled your eyes, placing your hands on your hips, snorting. What a complete and utter mess. The ONE day you visited Arthur Kirkland's painfully neat and tidy house, you just had to trip and fall while holding his godamn favorite teacup, breaking it. Thus, the incredibly pissed off Brit, after screaming himself hoarse, decided that you deserved to watch Sealand over the weekend so he could enjoy his tea party with his "magical" friends in peace.
You decided not to question his sanity and accept, forgeting that you owed a favor to, not only Arthur, but Alfred as well. Taking a bet with the American to see who could eat the most burgers in under a minute hasn't been your smartest move. So, not only did you have to baby sit Sealand, but you had to do it while spen