Et tandis que la pluie tombeDehors sous la pluieEt tandis que la pluie tombe1 year 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 "
Daddy's GirlNight was falling through the Ironwood, bringing with it the damp chill of another winter night. Loki had never minded the cold, and as darkness fell he could be found lying in the grass at the edge of the forest, mindlessly counting the stars. The children were away; he wasn’t sure where, but he trusted them to stay out of too much trouble. It had been a long time since he’d had an evening to himself.Daddy's Girl2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had nearly dozed off when the sound of velvet paws padding across the field brought him back to himself. Fenrir. He stood slowly, stretching as he watched the wolf cub close the distance between them with huge, effortless strides. He smiled, proud of his son as he was of all his offspring.
“Father,” Fenrir greeted Loki, sitting back on his haunches as he reached his destination. Even so young, his shoulders were already level with Loki’s head. He gave a playful grin. “Found you!”
how to become a writer.don't.how to become a writer.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
stay away from
pencils and pens.
or at blank pages
of notebook paper.
to the emerald sigh of
the shredded sheets
everything you've worked
your whole life to run away from.
don't live in the moment.
let love and fear float by,
just a skimming whisper,
because a whisper
is better than nothing.
a whisper is better
than the brittle falling-apart
suffer from catoptric tristesse,
but don't think about it
(for too long, anyways.)
look at the mirror
but never look yourself
in the eye,
because who knows what you've become?
don't write what you're feeling.
you don't even know what you're feeling.
leave the pencil alone,
because the pencil will not submit
to the slow,
of your life.
UnfairUnfair3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know, what's not fair?
Being unable to control your own life
It's true, that you can choose who you want to be
Who you want to be with
What your going to do
But he annoying part is when you know what you want
what you need, and your desires and wishes and dreams
And being stuck waiting.. On things that you can't control
And not knowing what's going or happen or why your goals
Cant be accomplished in other words I hate waiting on others
It's awful and frustrating not being able to control everything.
Unfortunately that's part of life . And this happens to everyone
We all have those stupid pot wholes in our rode to life and we all fall into them..
Even so, Why the heck do I have to have a pot whole too?!
Couldn't everyone else have one except me?!!!
That's what I consider unfair!
Blegh! It sucks!
Now if you all excuse me,
I'll be trying to climb out this darn thing
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
Male!BelarusxReader: Necessities OmakeNikolai woke to find his cheek pressed against white sheets that smelled of citrus, realizing with a start that he must have fallen asleep while watching over his girlfriend in the hospital. Feeling a little disoriented and groggy, he blinked a few times before raising his head to look around, squinting against the sunlight streaming in between the curtains. Outside, the bustle of people and traffic drifted in from the half-open window, and in the background, the machine that was hooked up to his girlfriend beeped every few minutes, rhythmic in a comforting way. He stifled a yawn, stretching his arms over his head, and then turned his attention back to her, reaching forward to mesh his fingers between hers.Male!BelarusxReader: Necessities Omake2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"How are you?" he asked, quietly, gazing worriedly at her bruised face. Her eyes were closed—she hadn't woken yet since the surgery—and her lips were still blue. But he thought her complexion looked a little pinker today, and the observation relieved him just the tiniest bit. "Are y
Universe GirlsheUniverse Girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fell in love
while he was
still a planet;
she could only manage
to fall in love
with shooting stars
in the glare of your eyes.
what more could you truly ask
from a universe girl?
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
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
intimate thunder in this microcosmicintimate thunder1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
corner I have stolen
your alcohol & I am
missing the color
you made the world turn
3: Beauty and the Beast"You look like a princess, dear," Fiona stepped back so that Beth had a better view of herself in the full length mirror.3: Beauty and the Beast3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Beth's heart skipped when she looked over her reflection, barely recognizing the young lady who stared back. The gown she wore, though not cut in the latest fashion, was a rich emerald green that complimented her fair skin and rich brown curls. The skirt was full, the silk flaring slightly at the hips and reaching to the floor where the hem was stitched in an ornate pattern of golden ivy. The stitching continued up the skirt to the bodice, wrapping around it in a way that complimented her narrow waist.
The bodice was cut lower than the style that Beth was used to and was trimmed in black lace, and Beth couldn't help but feel self conscious about the amount of cleavage that it revealed. Yet Fiona assured her that it was not at all inappropriate, that it barely revealed anything at all, which relieved Beth somewhat.
Fiona had also managed to style Beth's unruly tresse
GrandfatherLancaster Pennsylvania.Grandfather2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
July 3rd, 1978.
Eighty-two degrees outside.
Driving sixty eight mph down Millersville road
past miles of cornfields
And everything is silent.
Except the faint scream of wind escaping through the cracked driver side window
and the dull thud of tire treading on the newly paved road.
trying to understand,
while trying not to think,
while thinking too much,
while being silent.
And suddenly its
March of 1968
And Calley is calling
“kill them all dead”.
And he sees his daughter,
her Agent Orange colored curls
clinging to her face like napalm sticks to melting bodies;
her eyes burning brighter than Hanoi and Haiphong on December 18th, 1972.
He begins to cry
because its still
July 3rd, 1978,
Five pm, and
eighty-two degrees outside.
But in his mind it will always be March of 1968
or December of 1972,
because for him the war is still being fought;
monks and Morrison still burning;
Saigon is still screaming
like it was on April 30, 1975,
Me and My Shadowi.Me and My Shadow4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My shadow slips to silence among the aquatic acacias. Even here, leaves abound, draped over the fuzz-curves of his figure as he soaks up the moonlight. Papa's soft voice turns my gaze to the moon. Remember, Carlos, our shadows are but imprints of the moon. Remember the Eclipse. I shiver and hold onto an acacia branch. I'm careful not to let my shadow near the shoreline where sea meets sand. That's why acacias are aquatic; they drowned their fate with the sea, Papa says. We cannot, we must not let it be our shadow's fate. We are nothing without our shadows. And yet the tide sweeps towards my toes as the moon charioteers across the silver nightscape. I leap back onto the thorns, onto the blue leaves and pray my shadow seeks dry ground. Sometimes he doesn't pay attention.
My shadow ripples to the privacy of the umbrellas. Some aquatic acacias were born like that, shaped like the human plastic as though it would dispel their liquefied sin. I think about joining him, bu
we won't bury you The last time we saw Taylor alive, it was behind Melrose Diner on Snyder Avenue at two in the morning. It was a little bit after the rain had stopped; the clouds had disappeared and the moon was already covered by the quiet buildings that lined up on Main Street. There were still puddles on the tarmac, and the streetlights still had some raindrops trailing down their sides. The smell of wet rust and burnt florescence still lingered in the air - the normal fragrance of a night in Philadelphia, after a night of too much to drink and too few fucks to give.we won't bury you2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We had all of our band gear already packed up in the back of Dave's shitty van, except for Taylor's old Ibanez guitar, which he kept in the gig bag that was strapped around his back. He liked to keep it with him after a particularly good show; it was a good-luck charm to him, and we needed all the luck we could get.
Mr.RightYou sighed and drank your cup of tea. Your boyfriend broke up with you again. You had gone out with so many guys, but none of them had been Mr. Right.Mr.Right2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Life sucks why can’t Mr. Right be so easy to find?” you say sighing and taking a sip of your tea.
“Hi, I’m Mr. Right—I heard you were looking for me.”
You nearly spit your drink out, but keep it in your mouth and accidently somehow causing you to choke on your tea. You cough a couple times and look up to see a white haired and red eyed guy looking a bit worried.
“Bad time for the pick-up line?” he asks
“Yea, a bit bad timing” you say clearing your throat.
“I would say something but you’re so beautiful you made me forget my pick up line” he says smiling.
You giggle at his cheesy pick up line and say
“You know this is bad timing in general. I am supposed to be depressed about breaking up with my boyfriend”
He dramatically gasps and swoons down
To Let Slip Through The HolesI have a secret,To Let Slip Through The Holes4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It digs a little deeper into me,
Scraping out what's left of my being,
Of my resolve, of my sanity.
It creates a barrier,
As wide as space,
As deep as Hell,
As high as the third Heaven,
From me and my Jesus.
He knows; my Jesus knows,
I die a little everyday,
From my own guilt.
He knows it eats at me;
It mutilates me.
Everyday He encourages me,
To conquer it.
Everyday I pray,
That I can finally defeat it,
Or just leave it behind on this world,
To burn with the rest of my sins.
I want to die for what I've done.
I deserve to die for what I've done.
What is this feeling in me,
I shouldn't want to die,
Maybe it's not that I 'want' to die,
But that I want to be pure,
To finally say,
I am free,
Is this what truth feels like?
When you understand so truly you're own guilt,
So simply what you deserve,
That you want to pay the price,
Even at your own life,
God I understand now,
And I know You died for me,
You paid the price,
You took the blame,
And You took my shame
Butterfly Memories - RomanoXReader It was a cold day when Lovino arrived. All the windows were open in her large (f/c) house. She always loved the colour (f/c), he thought fondly to himself. He remembered when they had both painted this house together, but of course, she didn't.Butterfly Memories - RomanoXReader 2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A frown tugged at his lips as he placed a warm hand on the doorknob and pushed the door open. Wandering through her hallway, he walked upstairs and called out her name as he knocked on her door.
A muffled sound came from within (y/n)'s room and then the wooden door creaked open. "Oh, hello." She mumbled as she frowned at him. "Who, who are you?"
Lovino sighed; it still hurt him when she said that. "Lovino, remember?" A look of surprise crossed her face and she smiled pleasantly. "Ah, someone who I knew?"
Nodding, he looked at the ground and shoved his hands into his jeans pocket. It had been weeks since (y/n) memory loss, and so far, most of her memories of everyone had been restored, everyone but him.
Although he wouldn't tell anyone, it hurt h
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
Krwawa smugaWąskie paski czerwieni zdobiły kamienną ścianę zamkowego korytarza. Cztery, po jednym na każdy palec dłoni. Prawej; tej, której kciuk rozmazywał właśnie najcieńszą ze szkarłatnych kresek, jakby chciał wetrzeć ją w zimne twarde płótno.Krwawa smuga3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Vlad zaciskał mocno zęby. Krew pochodziła ze świeżego rozcięcia na jego policzku, które pulsowało teraz ostrym piekącym bólem. Uderzenie w twarz było karą za to, że ośmielił się usłyszeć więcej aniżeli powinien. Mimo to uśmiechał się do siebie w duchu, bowiem kara, która została mu wymierzona, oznaczała że jego przypuszczenia musiały być prawdziwe.
Oczywiście sam fakt, iż księżna uderzyła go w twarz, nie był jeszcze równoznaczny z ujawnieniem jakiejś pieczołowicie skrywanej t
JapanxMonolingual!Reader - Opposites AttractJapanxMonolingual!Reader - Opposites Attract2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Kiku, how do you say, ‘How are you?’”
Kiku looked at his friend and replied calmly, “‘Ogenkidesuka?’”
_____ nodded in comprehension and glanced around her for a moment, adjusting her grip on her suitcase.
Kiku mentally raised an eyebrow at her. “_____-kun, why did you ask me what ‘How are you?’ meant if you were not going to ask anyone?”
She shrugged. “I dunno. Just curious.”
A small smile, barely visible, crawled across Kiku’s face as he turned his attention forward. “I am glad that you were able to come with me to visit my relatives. . .but I did not expect to be your translator.”
_____ chuckled sheepishly. “Yeah, sorry about that.”
“No need to apologize, _____-kun.”
She smiled. “Well, I’m glad that I could come, even if I can’t speak your language.”
Kiku’s smile grew slightly. He led his friend through the crowded streets
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
Switzerland X Reader .:Never Forget:.I sighed and stared out the frost-encrusted window, my breath fogging it slightly. Christmas could be so boring, and it was lonely these days. Ever since Vash had left.Switzerland X Reader .:Never Forget:.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It had been ten years, and now I was twenty two. My life had been perfect as a child. My best friend and his sister had practically lived with me, we were together so much.
Inseparable. That was what we had called ourselves, before the war managed to do the impossible.
Vash had needed to go and fight, even at the tender age of thirteen. I had cried as much as Lili, his sister, possibly even more. I couldn't even comprehend that he might die.
He had never returned, MIA. And for a whole year I had cried, before drawing into depression.
And now here I was, at the grave site for those who died at the battle he disappeared from. My cabin overlooked the very spot he had last been seen, and a couple of graves. I had promised myself to visit at least once a year.
That night was lonely and cold. In the Swiss Alps, the
AlfredxDead!Reader- REWRITE 'Idiot'He calmly took a breath of the cold air. He shivered slightly, even under his thick winter coat. He waited for headlights. He waited for the two discs of light to approach closer. He breather in one last breath before stepped off the road curb into the path of the speeding vehicle.AlfredxDead!Reader- REWRITE 'Idiot'2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“I love you, (Name).”
He heard the car’s horn blare, and the yellowed light consume him as he shut his eyes. He was violently pushed backward, falling onto the sidewalk. His eyes shot open as he heard the car swerve and blare it horn as it continued down the road.
“Alfred, you-you idiot!”
He gasped as the body of his loved one formed standing on the curb beside him. He sat up. “(Name)! You’re dead! I watched you die, how ar-?“ “Shut up Alfred!” She yelled at him, curling her pale hands into fists. “What were you thinking?! Throwing yourself in front of a god damned car!”
Alfred shut his eyes. “I wanted to
Turkey x Reader - Misjudge "Taxi!" you shout at the fast-moving yellow car. It zooms right past you. Frustrated, you let out a whiney groan, grabbing your luggage, chasing after the vehicle. You must look like a crazy woman, with your frizzy (h/c) locks flying around your face, mouth set in an open shout, hands waving around frantically, careful not to hit any of the pedestrians with your umbrella. Your trip to Turkey had been going so well; full sunshine for seven days. But now, after looking up at the sky, you wonder what made the clouds so purple and gloomy, rain falling out from them in no particular pattern.Turkey x Reader - Misjudge2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Wait!" you cry, wishing the cab driver had superhuman hearing. "PLEASE WAIT!" You nearly drop your baggage, quickly retrieving it in Olympic Record time, flagging down the car.
After your intense, eight minute screaming, the driver finally seems to see you, glancing in the rearview mirror. The car comes to a screeching stop, the tires making a splashing noise from the large puddles gathered