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Frost -finale-More Like This
When the village men went to the house that the witch lived in, they found no one there. Not the witch, nor her supposed-sisters, not a living soul. Most of their belongings had vanished too; but the villagers, who hadn't been inside the house proper til that day, didn't even notice.
It took three days for the villagers to find the house in the forest.
To their surprise, the snow hadn't reached this particular place; it was like a tiny pocket of eternal Spring. They went inside, hesitantly, for fear of bewitchment, but nothing happened. After they plucked up their courage, they ventured farther inside, but found no one there. There was some
Frost -seventeen-More Like This
Everything had happened so fast.
It was a few hours later, and Hanana was kneeling by the bed, her head in her arms as she tried to wrap her mind around everything that'd happened, everything she'd been told. Her gaze shifted from a spot on the wall to Yukiki, lying on his back and still unconscious.
But at least he was breathing.
Almost immediately after the last petal dropped from the rose--and seeing that filled Hanana with intense fear, though she still didn't fully understand why--there was a brilliant flash of yellow, and she found herself sitting in the middle of the room she'd slept in during her stay with Yukiki. She glanced down,
Frost -sixteen-More Like This
Honestly, for all the stories told about "the demon," not one of the villagers had ever seen him up close. Nor had their parents, or their parents' parents. They'd only ever seen him from a distance, and even then they'd only been able to make out a dark shape (his hood and cloak, apparently) and on occasion, that awful glow. They never thought he'd look like...this.
In any other situation, it would have been funny. It was taking the form of a snowman, how silly, something like that. But not now. Not like this. The general concept may have seemed "un-frightening," but when one took into account the dark shadows on his face, teeth bared in an
Frost -fifteen-More Like This
Hanana was true to her word. Every day at sunset, when it was growing dark but there was still enough light to travel by, she'd show up on the doorstep, letting herself in and announcing herself. Sometimes Yukiki was awake to see her, sometimes he found himself being shaken awake and have to see her concerned expression. Either way it went, they still managed to get by this way. And Hanana discovered she quite liked how the garden looked after dark--the light would spill from the windows of the house and hit the roses in such a way that it looked even more magical than it surely already was, and some of the roses's colors were nicer in the da
Frost -fourteen-More Like This
Something's not right...
Hanana's hand strayed again to the rose in her hair as she bit at her lip. Alright, fine, so the villagers wouldn't normally see a flower at this time of year. But why would the sight of a simple rose make that woman so nervous? Surprised, she understood. But that definitely wasn't mere surprise...
"You shouldn't go the forest anymore."
"What?" Hanana lifted her head, meeting both her sisters'gazes.
"We could see which direction you'd come from just a little while ago," Aruru told her. She frowned, folding her arms. "I didn't want to think of it, but..."
Hanana waved a hand in front of her chest, shaking her head
Frost -thirteen-More Like This
"I think there's something strange about those girls after all."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well..." one woman glanced around to make sure no one could hear her, an action purely for theatrics, as it was still very-early morning, and not many were even awake yet. Seemingly-satisfied, she leaned forward to whisper to her friend, a hand cupped over her mouth. "I heard it from the baker's son...he saw the pink one, the one asking about flowers all the time? She was carrying something into the forest."
The other woman raised her eyebrows, covering her mouth. "Are...are you certain?" she asked. "But maybe she was only paying a tribute--"
Her frie
Frost -twelve-More Like This
It was nearly time.
Far away, a young, still somewhat-inexperienced enchantress was poring over her own books and notes, trying to find something that would answer her questions. A century ago, her master had cast a powerful spell solely out of bitter spite and anger. A century ago, she herself had been unable to lift it, only soften it.
But she'd gotten a bit stronger, more experienced since then. Still not enough to do as many wonders as her master had been, but still enough to realize that something was wrong with that old spell. Her sensitivity to magic had only heightened since then, and when she focused on that day, focused on both of
Frost -eleven-More Like This
The sight of that rose was bothering Hanana all that night.
When the petal had fallen, she'd swiftly pulled her hand back, looking behind her as if expecting Yukiki to be right behind her. Ready to say that she hadn't touched it, she didn't make the petal fall. A moment later she'd realized how irrational that was. Why would the sight of a petal falling unnerve her so much?
It was a simple thing, she'd seen it happen to her own flowers enough times back home, but somehow, seeing this rose lose a petal sent a wave of dread through her.
Unable to sleep, she rolled onto her side, hugging the pillow to her chest. What am I supposed to do? Am I
Frost -ten-More Like This
Since he'd actually seen the rose, seen how many petals had already fallen and how quickly, it wouldn't leave his mind. Even reading with Hanana wasn't the same anymore; he wasn't fully there, his mind was divided between her and the story, and his situation.
It wasn't very easy or pleasant to think about. Firstly, there was himself...rather, what he was now. He couldn't say he hated it, not really. It took getting used to, and he couldn't say he completely didn't mind it...but it was alright. A few years of solitude and he felt fine being alone. And it had its benefits, he supposed...he usually didn't feel pain, not til yesterday, he healed
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"I take it you like it, then?" he couldn't help chuckling.
Hanana didn't answer, instead turning around and running back to him, hugged him tight for a few seconds. "Thank you!" she said. "Thank you for showing me this--oh my--!" Suddenly pulling away (her face only burning a little bit when she realized what she did), she stepped further into the garden, turning this way and that to try and take in all of it. The area wasn't too large, one could see all of it from wherever they stood, but there were so many flowers and so close together that one had to look several times to take it all in. Not even her own gardens had that many.
She slowl
AToTK Chpt 2: The Threat of Things to Come Jake was staring out of the window with wide eyes. The sun had just barely start to rise above the horizon, casting everything in semi-bright splendor. The fields of grass and gently rolling hills stretched on, seemingly forever. He was looking in the direction of the Ice Kindgom, trying to figure out what had happened. Finn walked into the room, still in his pajamas and clutching his blanket.More Like This
"Dude, what's wrong?" Finn asked Jake.
"Hm? What do you mean?" He replied, completely returning to normal. Finn said, "Well, you've been coming in here every day for the past week to stare out the window. What's going down?" Jake closed his eyes to get his thoughts in order. He saw images in his mind. The images kept repeating incredibly fast. Like a video recorder stuck on fast forward and repeat. After a beat or two, he opened his eyes again and said, "I have dreams that keep waking me up. I see... so many different thing
A Tale of Two Kings Chpt 1: The New King The Ice King strolled into his reading area. It comprised of curved, polished ice walls, and ceiling. The floor was completely flat and reflected nothing. Bookshelves lined the walls, crammed full of books. Crafting Ice Magic Potions, Blood and Snow, and The Howling Insanity of Blizzakon. These were some of the many spell books, magic manuals, ritual books, and his own fanfiction, that lined the shelves. He walked down the aisles of each bookcase.More Like This
Why, he wondered to himself, must I look for them, to find them, to hoard them? Why must I have these tomes, these ancient lore of half-forgotten magic. Why am I compelled to hunt them down? Why do I want them so badly? He fondly stroked one of them before turning back in anger. I don't need them. So few of them actually help me. Most of them are indecipherable to me. He took one from its place and opened it to a random page. The strange symbo
The CityOf all the shadows in city, chose to break,More Like This
What a pity, with all these shards what am I supposed to make?
In order to be resurrected, you must die,
In the field I erected, my reason why.
I was too sad to stand up, that's why now I must be broken,
Take in too much air yup, you will be chokin.
Now I'm too bored to even die, now I'm too sad to be down
I've learned not to ask why, this is the way it is in this town.
Try to get up and you realize it isn't worth it, try to jump but gravity pulls you back
Try to have fun but realize it's pointless, try to be positive but realize it's wrong
Try to be funny but realize it's a tough crowd, t
Any Other ReasonDo it for hate, do it for anger, or anything above,More Like This
Anything above, above the sky, just don't do it for love
Any reason, whatsoever, I don't blame you!
But hen you do it for love, do you really know what to do?
Do it for hate, do it for anger, or anything above,
Anything above, above the sky, just don't do it for love
Do you know what that means, What it means, anymore?
When you're doin it for love, for love, Who are you doin' it for?
Do it for hate, do it for anger, or anything above,
Anything above, Above the sky, just don't do it for love
Why even use it, use it, if we forgot all about it?
Why do anyhtin for it, for it, when you
Tea PartyHe doesn't careMore Like This
He doesn't fret
He doesn't forebode
He doesn't commit
He's a sly kind of killer
He'll cut a throat
He'll poison the tea
He'll spill any blood
He'll be the last foe you'll ever meet
Welcome to my insanity~
Song of the Sea SirenSong of the Sea Sirens:More Like This
The roaring wind was quick to die
As the fog began to form.
Silence soon surrounded us
Like a calm before the storm.
In the darkest distance; against the light
I could hear a haunting melody.
It seemed to sound like a Siren's call
Coming from across the sea.
Immediately my crew reacted
As we dove beneath the deck.
Wool and wax to plug the ears
And ropes to tie me back.
As a Captain of this Pirate ship
My duty was plain to see.
Tied to the mast as a sacrifice
Was where I soon would be.
For one alone must endure the call
Else the Siren would not sing.
This had been a long tradition
Since the time of t
White Lily GirlWhite Lily Girl:More Like This
They say that love is plenty
But mine is simply dead.
She sleeps amongst the flowers
I grew upon her bed...
I wonder if she's dreaming
Of smiles and happy things.
Or playing her favourite game
Of rubber balls and strings...
She used to mean the world to me
But humans took her life.
Oh lord that took my child away
I offer you this knife...
It bears the blood of your faithful humans
The ones you taught to scream of hate...
How many more will join the ranks
Of the damned that I create?
Droolings wrecks and putrid bodies
The ultimate art of sanguine pride!
The dead that groan in utter pain
Will stay forever by
Frost -finale-More Like This
When the village men went to the house that the witch lived in, they found no one there. Not the witch, nor her supposed-sisters, not a living soul. Most of their belongings had vanished too; but the villagers, who hadn't been inside the house proper til that day, didn't even notice.
It took three days for the villagers to find the house in the forest.
To their surprise, the snow hadn't reached this particular place; it was like a tiny pocket of eternal Spring. They went inside, hesitantly, for fear of bewitchment, but nothing happened. After they plucked up their courage, they ventured farther inside, but found no one there. There was some
Frost -seventeen-More Like This
Everything had happened so fast.
It was a few hours later, and Hanana was kneeling by the bed, her head in her arms as she tried to wrap her mind around everything that'd happened, everything she'd been told. Her gaze shifted from a spot on the wall to Yukiki, lying on his back and still unconscious.
But at least he was breathing.
Almost immediately after the last petal dropped from the rose--and seeing that filled Hanana with intense fear, though she still didn't fully understand why--there was a brilliant flash of yellow, and she found herself sitting in the middle of the room she'd slept in during her stay with Yukiki. She glanced down,
Frost -sixteen-More Like This
Honestly, for all the stories told about "the demon," not one of the villagers had ever seen him up close. Nor had their parents, or their parents' parents. They'd only ever seen him from a distance, and even then they'd only been able to make out a dark shape (his hood and cloak, apparently) and on occasion, that awful glow. They never thought he'd look like...this.
In any other situation, it would have been funny. It was taking the form of a snowman, how silly, something like that. But not now. Not like this. The general concept may have seemed "un-frightening," but when one took into account the dark shadows on his face, teeth bared in an
On the Subject of BasesFellow People of Deviantart,More Like This
I am here today to talk to you about Bases and Dolling.
I am not asking you to do it, or even to like it, but just to put out a standpoint that is sorely missing from this ongoing row over what a Base really is.
You may think a base is a large traced piece from anime with no skill and that the people who draw on top of them are lazy artists who just don't want to learn how to draw. Some bases are traced, but not every base.
Dolling is a hobby, something that is done for fun, and not every doller out there wants to be able to draw like a whiz kid. A lot of people hold down jobs, or full time education and just want a little fun. And so they are able to use a base that they like and draw some clothes and hair onto it, often very skillfully.
Many dol
Collaborative Doll ContestEdit: About 30 hours to go until the contest closes!More Like This
The Theme
The theme is collaboration itself. In groups of 2-4, create one doll and submit it to the contest. I want to see the talents of everyone involved shine throughSo the doll itself can be of anything, as long as it is a digital doll.
RulesGroups must have at least 2 people and no more than 4 (not including the base maker if an adopted base is chosen)
Symptom of the Universe Patience had planned her route carefully. She'd hit the distance needed for the spell while running downstairs, finishing in the Empress of Worms's den surrounded by the most comfortable seats in her mansion. She mumbled the spell's words under her breath, trying to match the rhythm to her pace. She skipped down the last few steps, down the hall past the mural of the Judgment, through the door she opened before she began the morning run, and flopped at last on the den's plush carpet.More Like This
She whispered the last paragraph of incantations into the ground, pleading to the Realm of Intention to heed the plea of so s
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