3/30/13: I love peopleI see the beauty in everyoneMore Like This
I love people so much
Even if I might dislike you, which is next to impossible
I think you're beautiful
The way you do this, the way you do that..
Everyone is stunning, to me, and that's why I get hurt so easily.
Every time someone is mean or nasty to me
How can someone so beautiful be so hideous?
There is no cheese in ChinaIt is almost 11 PM, I'm sitting in my room at the fourth floor and from somewhere outside beneath my flat I still can hear the noises of cooking. And it makes me wonder why I'm so hungry for the food I know from home. There are many amazing sorts of dishes in China, dishes you cannot even find in european "Chinese restaurantes" and they taste absolutely great. And still I'm missing something that tastes like home. One of the first things I will do when I'm back is a Raclette session with me whole family. Oh yeah...More Like This
I never thought I could be so hungry without wanting to eat something.
fo realz FYI + FAQ just for you!!s'bout time for an actually comprehensive one omfMore Like This
Charles Wolfe. Charlie, Chuck, Chuckles, Rai, whatever other nicks you know. Dude-ish thing. Leo, August 12. Internet user.
Sapiophile, in deep shit cahoots with Katarsium.
Distant, skittish, and abrasive but well-meaning as a whole, if not a lil' aloof and shy of contact.
A friendly dude, but not mistakable for wanting to make friends. Friendship is serious shit that takes lots to chill with Chuck.
Colorblind with difficulties tracking movement and easily overwhelmed by visual information.
Lives in Arizona and attends SUVA for college, majors animation. Ideal career in pre-production concept art and character design. Wants to fundamentally change the core process of character design in regards to gender roles.
Obsessed with biology, evolution, prehistoric life and avians. Especially avians. Loves gore, cannibalism and teratology. Has many more interests too
OK CONTEST TIME YOU AWESOME WEIRDOSSO GUESS WHATMore Like This
IT'S CONTEST TIME
i'm gonna start a contest
whoever wins gets my notebook (i'm sorry I know it's not exactly a great prize because it's just a bunch of random drawings n' stuff)
SO HERE ARE THE THINGS YOU MUST DO TO ENTER THE CONTEST
you must be willing to give me your address or p.o box so I can send you the notebook if you win (I promise you people that I will not use the address for anything other than sending you the notebook)
you gots to draw one of my characters (or Zacharie, Zacharie drawings are acceptable)
please don't be upset if you don't win. PLEASE
AND MAY THE ODDS BE IN YOUR FAVOR
Homeroom (UPDATED)Hello Shika Academy! Each of you have been placed into a homeroom listed below. This is the class you will meet with at the beginning and end of each day, you may even have classes with them!More Like This
Tip: command-F (mac) or CTRL-F (pc) to search for your character's name.
The German in the English language"Dummkopf, clambering is volkssport! We've got best grosswetterlage this week, so you've got to get over your angst, stop schwitzing, put on your kutte and your kletterschuhs, and gemütlich abseil down this inselberg's echt cliffs for the bergfilm's gesamtkunstwerk, before I platz with anger! - Or I will help you with your entscheidungsproblem, punish you with berufsverbot, hire an ersatz doppelgänger and laugh with schadenfreude instead, while eating a bunch of bratherings."More Like This
im going to regret thishomework is done and i cant bring myself to draw ive been depressed latelyMore Like This
Your real name: not comfortable sharing this sorru
Height: 5'4.5" or 164 cm
Natural hair colour: dark red/brown
Eye colour: weird pale green/blue with gold
Skin color: ghost pale
Glasses/contacts?: big glasses
Braces: i had them when i was 12-14
Mannerisms: angry angry angry quiet gay
Other distinctive markings: lots of scars, light freckles, long skinny hands
Band: linkin park currently but i switch every other week
Video game: shin megami tensei iv
Movie: HORROR MOVIES GIMME *drools
Book: those fighting cat books
Food: breadsticks. my life.
Game on a cell phone: i use a snes emulator and play smt i
CD: TOO MAYN
Scent: vanilla or apple i guess
Comic book: captain america
Cereal: corn pops hell to the yea
Website: tumblr youtube crunchyroll (im a fucking weeaboo shitbaby)
Cartoon: attack on titan
Meme List.Lists of all the Memes will be put here.More Like This
Check The Box Memes
Boy/Girl Side Meme
What Race Are You More Like? Meme
What Are You? Meme
Harry Potter House Meme
I screwed up __% of my __years Meme
Complete Answer Memes
Three Answers Meme
What I see daily on DeviantArt that disgusts meIt's sad how I keep having to update this. #18 and up have been added subsequent to the original postMore Like This
1. Traced images stolen from other deviants
2. Uncredited bases
3. People that regularly trace and fail to credit images, but yet make bases whose rules dictate that credit must be given to them
4. Minimum effort being put into bases (Paint bucket, stray pixels, etc.)
5. Traced screenshots
6. Ponymaker, Tektek, Sonic-maker, and generally any doll-maker games being spammed in dA's newest.
7. Memes (not hand drawn ones)
8. "Funny" Reddit/9gag type pictures
9. Facebook-type pictures (duck-facing on a camera phone in the bathroom mirror)
10. Stolen art from other websites
11. People who enable critique on their pictures, but whine when they receive it.
12. Recolored images
13. When I click on a really good piece of artwork, only to discover that it was a preview image for a story and that credit was not given to the original artist (probably not obtained either)
14. People making point-ado
Using HTML on deviantARTMore Like This
Hello and welcome to my little html tutorial. I've been working with html codes for a couple of years and I'm going to teach you what I know about using some basic html on deviantART. This won't make you a html expert or something and I'm not an expert myself but it will give just enough knowledge to make your journals, comments, news articles and other neat and lovely looking.
deviantART actually has FAQs about html but I still wanted to do this because they look a bit unorganized, in my opinion. Also, why would you want to look for those FAQs when you can just open this news article where you have everything in one place?
You may already know some of these, but I hope you'll find at least something helpful in this news article.
Some basic html
Bold text: <b>insert text here</b>
Result: Example text
This html code will work in: journal entries, group blogs, comments, artist's commen
Pirate101 100 themes challenge: 31-3531. Numbers (Continuation of #22)More Like This
"What in the name of Santo Pollo...?" Toro breathed, looking at the new bounty paper, with everyone crowding around him to get a look.
"The captain's head is worth a fortune now!" Monkey King remarked.
"You know, 'the captain' would appreciate you not talking about her as if she wasn't here," Kaitlyn replied. Monkey rolled his eyes. "Honestly guys, this was bound to happen," she said nervously.
"It's still a problem," Quinn replied. "There are people that don't oppose the Armada, and would be willing to erase another pirate from the skyways for them for this much gold. Two million, no less."
"Then we'll just beat them!" she replied, getting slightly irritated.
"Fine! If it means so much to you, then I'll do something about it!" She turned and headed for the ship's galley.
"What are you doing?" She
Tale of a Cabin Girl - Origins The sky was tinged pink as the sun was setting. The Red Midnight was docked in Port Regal Harbor, rocking gently on the wind, while the island's inhabitants wrapped up their business for the night. A short, squat figure made his way down the docks towards the large galleon, leading along a smaller, scrawnier figure. His clothing was slightly dirty or torn at places from a fight, and he was sporting a few bandages to show for it. He paused before the ship and called out. Then someone appeared over the railing.More Like This
"Well, look what the cat dragged in. Gaspard DeVole! Been a while since I' seen ye," said the dog. His fur was long and russet, streaked with pale gray, and he wore a bandanna and an ordinary cheap travel coat.
"Ahaha. I see what you did there, Oliver. You think you are so funny, no?" The hamster's voice was tinged with a heavy Valencian accent. His fur was blonde, more heavily streaked with gray from age, and he wore ar
NEW 100 Themes Challenge~THE 100 THEMES~More Like This
5. Break Up
6. New Love
9. You and Me
10. I Do
12. DO NOT ENTER
15. Kings, Queens, and Jokers
16. Run Free
17. Where are the Crackers?
19. R is for Revenge
21. Do You Want To Know?
24. Rocks Aren't the Same
27. Freedom Isn't Free
32. Dying Fire
33. Breaking Point
37. Don't Go
40. Due Date
41. Sealed in Blood
45. Be a Man
46. Go For a Swim
47. Am I Dreaming?
48. Too Good To Be True
51. Elemental Tempest
52. Too Late
53. But I DIDN'T Do It
56. Lucky 13
57. I'm In
58. Slightly Disturbed
65. Black and White
69. Broken Promise
70. All the Little
Knock Yourself OutMore Like This
How to Write a [Near]-Fainting Experience
Brought to you by Super Editor
You've probably all read books or seen movies in which a character passes out. The heroine might swoon gracefully and collapse onto the floor or into the hero's arms. People rush to bring water, a doctor, or something to revive her. She then wakes up, rosy-cheeked and a bit distressed, and she fans herself for a while while insisting that she is fine.
Fainting in real life is not nearly so beautiful. Authors, especially ones with no experience, can sometimes fall for such idealized descriptions. I am (un)fortunate enough to have experience in this area, so I will share it here.
Quick Losses of Consciousness
Usually this involves an impact or a sudden pain. The character may have no idea what happened to him or her afterwards, and later results vary depending on the severity of any injuries sustained.
Real-life example: My mom used to work as a waitress during her teenage years, and Aunt Jennifer, her
Help! I have a Mary Sue!More Like This
You know that you have a Mary Sue when she upsets the monochromatic color scheme of my Writer's Guides.
Mouse over blue text to see a note.
Internet communities often lash out at writers who create Mary Sues. Declaring the writing to be below their standards, they proceed to punish the creators. They mock the characters, verbally abuse the writers, and write hyperbolically about how much they wish the characters would die.
Bullying writers (who may be very young) is only going to make them afraid to write—and therefore improve—or share their work. Not only that, but it discourages other writers from speaking for fear of public mockery, and it may silence the voices that could someday become great.
If you've directly or indirectly suffered from the abuse of such individuals, let me first apologize on their behalf. I don't care if your story stinks so much that it can be smelled from fifty miles away; mocking you
Stupid Useless Love Poem #2You are the first person I loved,More Like This
But I will not accept you as my first love.
That is not to say that I am not head over heels for you,
But to say that I'd rather not admit to myself
That first loves never work out.
There is no question
About whether or not I have loved you.
I concede that your lips were the first to meet mine and that
Your soul is the first I've cried over
And that your existence is the first I have loved,
But you were not ever my datemate and not my first and you are not my first love.
Your first love, you never forget.
Unfortunately for me, I never forget anyone.
I'm far too afraid of people forgetting me to forget anyone else,
After all I would hate to be hypocritical.
The things I hear people say about you make me want to ultimately behead someone,
Because next to none of it is very pretty,
So unlike you.
I have not known you for very long compared to the people who tell me about you,
But you are in my mind and that presence forces me to ignore them.
SilverwingThe girl looked around for her mother, not realizing she was gone forever, not realizing she was the only one left. Lonely and homeless, the girl sat down, crying. Everything she loved was gone, gone forever, her family, friends, and home. But she was being watched. Watched by a small butterfly. With its once beautiful silver wings torn, it couldn’t fly at all. It was like the girl, everything it loved was gone forever too. But it wasn’t dead yet. The butterfly knew that the girl was its only hope to surviving. The girl looked at the butterfly. But then she walked away, into the mist, into the dust. The butterfly waited a long time, but she didn’t return. It flapped its wings, trying to fly. It flapped its wings so hard it was more than a wing beat, it was a thump, and the girl must have heard. She walked out of the mist, towards the butterfly.More Like This
“Fly,” she said, and picked it up. The butterfly flapped its wings, but didn’t move, still standing in the
Why I oppose spankingTW: Mild self-harmMore Like This
I was spanked as a child. I was a well-behaved youngster who needed little discipline and was generally obedient and respectful to the best of my ability. I can probably count the number of times I was spanked on my fingers. I was not scarred for life by this ordeal, I am well-adjusted, and I have never reacted by being violent to others. To all appearances, I am a testament to the value of the practice of spanking.
And yet, I oppose it. Vehemently.
This was not always so. For most of my life, I assumed that spanking was a generally useful practice that taught kids to expect consequences to their actions. It promoted personal responsibility, I was told, and enforced respect. I fully expected that I would spank my own children (hopefully not often). I further expected that children who were not spanked would likely be unruly, disrespectful, and lack a sense of responsibility and self-control.
However, as I began to
A Night in Your Arms - Frerard - OneshotA Night in Your ArmsMore Like This
I reach over and grab Gerard's hand under the science table; he doesn't so much as look at me when I do this. Rather, he shakes his hand free irritably. He lifts his right hand and scribbles something across the top of his notebook page before sliding it across the cold black top to me. I read it almost too eagerly; I frown. Knock it off, I'm taken, is scrawled in his beautiful script. But . . . you're just gonna forget what we had? I write back, biting my lip. He shakes his head to himself and writes back. There was nothing between us, Frank. We're best friends. There. Is. Nothing. Between. Us.
"Mr. Way, Mr. Iero, unless you have something you'd like to share with the whole class, please, do not pass notes!" Mr. Brenson yells at us from the front of the room before going back to his lesson on Microbiolo