Vampire CollegeThe other day, my dad handed me a printout of an article from a conservative website about going to college. Dad does this from time to time, I think because he suspects I'm a filthy liberal, and wants to send a few shots across the bow to see if I fire back. I usually don't, because I've been through enough warfare to have a better idea of when to pick my battles.
Well, I won't reference the article directly, but the gist of it was that college is a bit of a costly venture that doesn't always yield the results it promises for the price of admission, and may actually do more harm than good. (High schoolers, meditate on that for a minute, please)
Now, the article itself sort of descended into a screed about how colleges just crank out liberals anyway, and liberals tend to vote Democrat, and we should just bust the whole thing up because dear God, we need conservative voters or they'll have a WOMAN in the White House next...
...Which is unfortunate, because "liberal conspiracy" aside, I
Notes on Cornelius as a ShapeshifterA reminder. Cornelius was originally human. He ran afoul of a form-destroying virus which malfunctioned, mutating his body into a genetic hodgepodge of all former hosts of the virus, including himself. Although he's now apparently a monster thing, the virus left his original code intact. Each of his cells contain double DNA strands, one human and one glatni. He's able to express either set at will. But there are lots of catches.More Like This
Just keep in mind that 'unshifted', 'normal', 'actual' Cornelius is glatni, 'shapeshifted' Cornelius is human.
By definition, anything 'magical' that happens in the Network works in conjunction with the nearby dimension, which has different physics. In Cornelius' case, this foots the bill for his change in mass. When he transforms, his shifting field (an area around him pushed drastically nearer the other dimension, temporarily allowing crazy things like all your cells changing at once without killing you) yanks/pushes a whole load of extra matter into/out o
Back at LASALLEThat's right, after two eye-opening months, my stay at Ubisoft is over (... which is a shame, because they were offering a prize to the person who could prank their colleagues the best this April Fools!).More Like This
It was a great experience; I got the chance to work on multiple projects in the company, doing everything from technical drawings, character concepts, to storyboarding and illustrations. I was constantly challenged to produce faster and better work, including some digital and matte paintings, which I still struggle with immensely. By the end of the two months I was finally getting a handle on things, but alas, all good things must come to an end. I wish I could share some of my work with you, but I am sworn to confidentiality.
I made some good friends while I was there; the art director is a friend to the animation program leader at LASALLE, and he purposefully challenged me to start practicing digital painting. I was sat next to the senior storyboard and concept ar
How To Set Up Google AnalyticsPremium Members can now use Google Analytics to get meaningful insight about the traffic to their deviantART Profile! Using our new Google Analytics integration, you can access comprehensive statistics about your audience, traffic, and art.More Like This
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Visit the new "Google Analytics" near the bottom of your General SettingsClick "Where do I find my Analytics ID?" and follow the instructions on how to set up your Google Analytics account.Follow the instructions on how to find your Google Analytics Tracking ID.Insert your Tracking ID and click save. Google Ana
Super Smash Bros x Attack on Titan Opening 2I FINISHED IT!!!!! :iconfinallyplz:More Like This
I can't believe I'm done...after 6 months of working (Could've been 4 or 5 if school wasn't in the way all the time...T__T) I'm done...
My initial deadline was by the end of April, but....I finished a lot earlier than that. I FEEL INVINCIBLE NOW!!!!
If you're gonna comment, it would be nice if you were to comment on the actual YouTube page. But if you can't because of reasons, then it's okay....I guess....
Feel free to share on Tumblr or other websites as long as you link back to the original video page.
Please do not reupload as your own. I w
What Doesn't Kill YouWell, howdy, guys!More Like This
Before I get to my update on how surgery went, I got to make an enormously futile attempt to thank you all for your incredible collective wave of stories, thoughts, and well-wishes on my previous post. I have so many people saying they believe in me I am now a minor deity. I shouldn't be surprised statistically, but I am aghast regardless at how many of you have immediate family and friends who've had cancer or indeed have had it yourselves. As I say, I've gotten off easy here, and my heart goes out to everybody that's had to grapple with far more serious cases, and especially to those who've lost dear ones. YOU are the brave sons n' daughters of beeches, you guys all blow my mind wide open. I'll tell you I was doing pretty good until about halfway through your messages, and then there was some sniffling. Hell's bells, guys, that was something. Thank you for every letter.
My thyroid is out and gone and lord knows where now. They removed it along with a
Q and A Team ParveloEDIT:More Like This
The chat is OVER. Thank you everyone.
So the Team Pärvelö chat meet will begin in an HOUR. Some of us are already there so you're free to join us.
Okay so I was in Helsinki Book faire with Raakelh and we met some awesome fans of Team Pärvelö in there. We discussed a lot of things, including mangas and how to draw comics or make animations. We couldn't give the right answers to all of the questions with Raakel, so we decided that we could answer all the questions in our CHAT meet 8D
So we decided that the next chat meet will be in 30.11.2013 at 15.00 (3pm) finnish time (+2GTM). And the place where the chat meet is, is in >>HERE<<.
You can easily access the chat if you have a deviantArt account.
In the chat we will discuss all the things you want to discuss. So now I'
Slender ManWatch depthRADIUSMore Like This
The Slender Man
In this season of deceits deceptions & witcheries
I am wary of my following message not being received with the full gravity it deserves. It is not my intention to unduly alarm the deviantART community, but... LaurenKitsune is at this time unaccounted for. All attempts on our part to contact her have failed. It is my hope that she has simply taken a much deserved unscheduled pre-Halloween “vacation” and will be back in online communication soon.
Before going dark, LaurenKitsune was good enough to write and transmit a report on the Slender Man phenomenon sweeping the Internet. That report is published here fo
Asiaa Suomeksi.Okay so I found this really nice survey from Rotnym's journal and I just had to do this myself too. It's in finnish, but don't worry, if you don't understand finnish, there's still something I have to tell you in the end of this journal, so be sure to read that! 8DMore Like This
Okay the survey:
1. Miksi liityit DeviantARTiin?
Alunperin halusin liittyä Devariin vanhalla nikilläni koska täällä oli tosi paljon NARUTO fanarttia mitä halusin favettaa ja halusin olla mukana fandomissa. Alussa melkein kaikki mitä piirsin oli Narska fanarttia ja eka nettisarjiksenikin oli Narska-aiheinen... Olen aina tehnyt toki myös ns. vakavampaa taidetta kuin fanarttia ja vähitellen aloinkin tunkea devarini täyteen vain sitä arttia. Silloin päätin vaihtaa tiliäkin, koska vanha tilini oli täynnä watchaajia jotka odotti multa Naruto-arttia ja en sitä enää tehnyt. Jätin siis heidät taakseni ja siirryin tekemään enimmäkseen originaalia taidetta tänne uuden gallerian puolelle. Kyllä mä vieläkin teen
Life Update - HAT News, etc.Hullo my fellow Deviants,More Like This
It's about that time for a new journal entry, as a lot has happened since last I was seen lurking about this site. I have new Honour Amongst Thieves Questions and Answers podcasts, Amnesia videos, and photos, as well as news on my current job(s), and the results of :iconredeaddie:'s fantastic Louis cosplay. So how about I just start from the beginning?
Brendan Julian was over in Singapore for three weeks towards the end of my summer break, which was responsible for most of my absence. For those who don't yet know, he is the voice for Louis Despatis in my (as of yet) unfinished animation. Much fun was had. As well as dragging him all over the island and introducing him to all manner of wild and weird Asian cuisine, we also spent a lot of time at Universal Studios, Singapore, with my LASALLE besties for Livia's birthday. Brendan got to hug Reese's Pieces
Apparently there's Drama on my page???Wow, so my tumblr followers told me about some drama going on my Archive Page for Raindrops.More Like This
A little amused but after checking I found that it was indeed true and a certain user ragequit on Raindrops due to the lack of updates. A couple of things I would like to address since I've been busy, I haven't checked DA in a while so I haven't been able to read all of the comments. SO!
1) This was really amusing to read on some level.
2) Thank you to everyone who defended me.
3) Sorry to those who agree
4) Thanks to the rest for understanding!
And most importantly!!! I mentioned in the past that my average speed for writing Raindrops is usually one chapter per year. Usually because life gets in the way like... work, and friends, and other interests. And just because I don't get to Raindrops doesn't mean that I've abandoned it. It just means that I haven't gotten to it. In fact, I've spent the last several weekends writing and rewriting the script for Chapter 8 (which is like the longest chapt
ME3 ending: Seriously, guys? o_OMASSIVE SPOILERS AHEAD!! Don't keep reading if you haven't finished the game!!More Like This
Well, this is it. I'm done with this game I spent years playing at and, while I don't completely hate the ending, I'm not too happy either. My reasons are simple: it doesn't make much sense.
I'd like to start stating that I thought Shep was gonna die even before I bought ME3; it's sad, but expected. The third ending, where humans and machines melt together just sort of fits (the other two are basically the same, only a few movie seconds here and there are different, but they look a bit stupid after ME1 and 2; control the reapers? seriously? and what for? Kill all geth and EDI after you spent three games trying to save them? And everyone with implants? Not to mention anyone using critical tech based stuff, like ships, relays, space stations... some hero we are!).
Above all, I'm happy because, despite the ending, I enjoyed throughly all three games until the last ten minutes, so, thanks for the riding, Bioware
a tale of butterOnce you start reading this, you cannot turn back.More Like This
Well you could, but would you reeeeeeeeally want to do it?
KEEP ON READING OR YOUR EYES WILL IMPLODE.
One day, humon was surfing the internet.
She was just looking at her favorite pages when all of a sudden a new tab opened up.
She was confused, since she didn't click on any link whatsoever. The tab didn't show anything, just a white screen. When she tried to close the tab, nothing happened. She kept pressing the X to close it, but instead the tab turned to full size. Suddenly, the white screen of the tab turned completely black.
It wasn't only the tab screen that turned black, all the button and everything else on her screen did the same.
Even her mouse disappeared off the screen.
After a little while, she decided to turn her computer off because she simply thought it was broken.
This was a fatal mistake.
Out of nowhere, a full screen picture of :iconcaptainfanclub: appeared on the black screen.
It was most unexpected.
As she loo
Devious Journal EntryYep! I finally came up wih a backstory for Ayaka and possibly all the hybreds in my pack.More Like This
They are Exparamental creatures called Shiloe (Shy-low). They were created by a man they call "Father/Dad"
Father created them for being house pets, but intellegent and longer lives. Ayaka and Pointy's parents where created to see if he could sucessfully breed them and mix in a few other animals in the process. Logan was color tested and born in a lab tube.
After Logan's sucess and the birth of Ayaka and Pointy. He was overjoyed and produced more to see if he could sucessfully do it again. Eventually he ran out of funds to continue his exparament and the government took over. The Shiloe were after created for war and lab testing. The ones already created were sent straight to lap testing to break them. Break them enough that they would become beasts of war. Father did his best to save his children, but failed in his efferts and lost the trust of the Shiloe. They escaped and now travel through-out
NEW CLIP: Good Vibrations!"Korra's training is interrupted when her Firebending crush, Mako, arrives."More Like This
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hHsHq4cJp-A & http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ntkJDi4vbZ8&list=UUSYDL-uzqTGPE6XNc9Lwrcw&index=1&featurelcp
They're youtube links, for our international peeps.
Does it smell like Makorra? It certainly does. It looks like Nickelodeon is hitting us over the head with the canon-ness that is Makorra. Is it a pre-emptive strike on shipping wars? Possibly. But whatever the case is or however Makorra will play out, we here at Makorra want to stress our commitment to maintaining harmony within the LoK community; this includes our affiliation with BorraFans (and Masami or whatever other ships will come our way as the series progresses).
We just want to remind everyone that this group is about acceptance. So no matter how the relationships play out in the series we will accept them all - canon or fanon - with good grace and undefinable class because that's
CRLiterature BOOK CLUB SchedulePlanning ahead when it comes to getting your read on? So are we! Here's the official schedule for the CRLiterature Book Club.More Like This
Not sure what to expect from Book Club? Check out our Book Club Facts.
Town of Cats by Haruki Murakami
Host: neurotypeMid Month Discussion
End of Month Journal
American Born Chinese<
Where Do We Go From Here? Korra's Season 4Warning: It should go without saying, but there will be spoilers for Legend of Korra season three... actually, there will be spoilers for the whole show. You've been warned.More Like This
With season three over and done with... I have to say... damn. Never has an ending been simultaneously so triumphant and uplifting... and so... soulcrushingly depressing.
The villains have been dealt with (for the most part), the Air Nomads have finally bounced back from near extinction, Tenzin decrees that unlike their ancestors the new Air Nomads should actively follow in Avatar Aang's footsteps and help everyone worldwide like they're the kung fu monk equivalent of Amnesty International, Jinora has become officially appointed as a true airbending master (and with her head shaved, has become the spitting image of her grandfather at her age)...
Korra has been emotionally, psychologically and physically tortured. She's devastated, reduced to a shell of her form
July Book Club: The Thief Lord [Updated]That's right, we're reading Cornelia Funke's The Thief Lord this month. So if you haven't started reading, START NOW. Wait, no, read the briefing below and THEN start reading.More Like This
What do you need to know about this month?
You need to read the book. Uhm, I think this one's pretty self explanatory.Join in the mid month discussion journal. I'll be posting a journal through CRLiterature on July 13th with a few questions for discussion. You'll be expected to have read up to but not including Chapter 30. Seriously, these chapters are not long so it sounds scarier than it is.
:iconupdateplz: Attend the end of month chat. Much like the mid month discussion, the end of month chat will be a wrap up discussion of the book. The chat will take place
June Book Club Mid-Month Discussion! PRIZE UPDATE!Greetings from the Galaxy!More Like This
I hope you've been enjoying our group read of THE HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY by Douglas Adams. As of today, we should all have read through chapter 13.
This journal will serve as a hub for discussion. I'm going to leave y'all some questions to get you started, but feel free to leave your own questions and ideas in the comments. But, remember, do not spoil anything beyond chapter 13 for other readers!
SKIP TO THE BOTTOM FOR UPDATES ON PRIZES!
But first! Let's start off with some fan art that I mined from the "universe" of deviantART:
Announcing the CRLiterature Book Club!Here at CRLiterature, we wanted to find a fun way to get the community reading -- and reading together. What better way is there than to have a new book to enjoy as a group every month?More Like This
How do you participate in Book Club? Here are your simple instructions:
1. Acquire the book.
2. Read the book.
3. Stay tuned to the CRLiterature group for discussion journals and chats.
BONUS: We will be giving out arbitrary prizes to some participants each month!
We are hoping to select books that push the community's boundaries, in terms of what we're already reading, but that will also have mass appeal. We are also going to be choosing books that are widely available across English-speaking nations (for now Book Club is English-only) and across e-reading platforms. By rotating moderators, we are hoping that selections will be diverse, both in terms of style and genre, and in terms of author background and point of view.
We are also excited at the possibility of
The Skinny on UrsulaMore Like This
(Disclaimer: The following is the author's personal views on controversial subject matters. If you do not feel comfortable discussing said issue without getting personally upset, it is recommended you read something else. Also, don't take anything seriously from this personal stream-of-conscious rant with little to no research data. Remember, I'm the guy who liked all 3 Bayformer movies.)
The Skinny on Ursula
So, this happened.
It seems that Ursula, Ariel's nemesis in "The Little Mermaid," has lost her curves. The once full-figured character has been transformed into a much smaller version of herself for a new Disney Villains Designer Collection of figurines and beauty products.
According to the
She Dances With FireShe dances with fire, a dragon in tow.More Like This
Twirling with flames; graceful and slow
She dances tonight, in a city of ash.
Her feet leaving footprints, where the sand will splash.
Quietly mourning, as time goes by;
Where once she beheld a home in her eyes...
Yet naught but the barest of bones remain,
And so she dances, to soothe the pain.
Moving OnMy mind wanders, and will not rest,More Like This
although it's probably for the best.
such an amazing wonder.
Gazing at the tails of lightning,
fleeting from cloud to cloud.
Some may find it rather frightening,
however I watch it quite proud.
So much inspiration, and motivation,
Just seeing a wonder of the world.
It feeds and moves my contemplation,
setting my mind at ease to be unfurled.
As the rain sets in,
falling so slow and steadily.
It makes me forget the original sin,
something I didn't think I'd forget..
To catch a smile, across my face
something to which is rarely seen.
Freeing me from this mental case,
and the same old angry routine.
I'm moving on...
PyromaniaI want to see a light show in ochre and dancersMore Like This
two thousand degrees in heat: I want to watch them
all traipse across my bedroom floor with their
encore in grey.
Blistered fingers flicking cigarette lighters
to see an orange pirouette turn for me,
my parents worry that I smell of smoke but they
don't know the reality.
The truth is that you can find me weaving
kerosene trails around the moon and Saturn's rings
telling acorns and oak leaves to enjoy our
favourite disease -
So I flick the lighter once again and speak
to the blackened walls and singed floors:
'Don't fear the kiss of the flame
don't let them douse the burns you reap
don't stop dancing, just don't stop dancing
I'm Not the Marrying KindI'm not the marrying kind.More Like This
I have stones in my hair instead of flowers,
And a rosebush of thorns is more poignant to me.
I'm not the marrying kind.
My words aren't pretty or wise,
And I can't sing about anything but a broken heart.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am the sort of damaged you see in an old recorder,
And the kind of old in an instrument that breaks into a billion pieces at a touch.
I'm not the marrying kind.
Neither neat, nor tidy, nor correct in my behavior,
And yes, I did in fact tell you to fuck yourself.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I do not stay silent in arguments,
And I like to lie compulsively, just to see your face change.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am not the ideal of any lady, nor her likes,
And I do not allow any man to walk all over me.
No. I am not the marrying kind.
But I do like the idea of a little girl with her mo
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesMore Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…
The MagpieThe upper crevices of the city belonged to Sparrow. She always kept at least a few dozen holes in various neighbourhoods, all in prime locations for overhearing gossip. On more the one occasion, being in the opportune perch at the right time had saved her tail feathers. This time, however, it was news of a different sort that caught her attention. A stranger had arrived at the city gates, but no one knew quite what Caste he was. Some thought he might not be Kikaror at all, but a demon from the cold lands, since the Owls had said they’d heard the demons singing as close as the Green Sea. They’d taken it to the palace and locked it in the very tallest tower until the Queen decided what to do with it. Naturally, Sparrow wanted to see this new Kikaror for herself.More Like This
She climbed through the crawlspace in the tavern, and across the slate tiles of the market, and over the walls of the palace. She climbed up and up un
MomentsRemember that time we sat on the bench together, waiting for the bus? You were quiet, like you always were, and I thought nothing of it. But then you turned to me, an unreadable look in your eyes, and you asked me what I liked most about life. I just stared at you, unsure how to answer. You seemed to take my silence as something bad.More Like This
“Never mind,” You mumbled. “It was a stupid question.”
“No, no.” I hurried to assure you. “I was just thinking. What I like best about life would probably be all the little moments that happen that end up meaning so much and all the people you meet along the way.” I shrugged and you hummed, turning back to face forward.
You didn’t come to the bus stop the next day.
Remember that hot summer day, the one when it was too hot to even think? I was complaining about how much I was sweating, and you were, as usual, responding with noncommittal noises. The bus was running late that day, and I was cursing every
If Kronos Drank MilkWhen I was little, Mama always told me that you couldn't swear by God's name, because then He might expect you to do something for him. So she always swore by milk. I felt very enlightened.More Like This
"Milk," she'd mutter whenever I forgot to hang up the laundry, "I've raised a useless child." Or, sometimes it was more like, "Milk! Jessie, get outta that tree, girl!" Things like that.
People would always look at us strangely, and not because Mama and I looked so different. We'd be in the store and Mama would be muttering "milk" at the oddest times, and I'd be standing on the other side of the aisle with my hands hiding in the edges of my coat pockets.
Even when I was a teenager, Mama would still make me take a shower at 8:30 so that she could brush my hair before she went to bed. She made me grow it out, and I felt like an Indian because it was so dark and it hadn't been cut since I was four. Every night, I'd sit in front of the decaying couch on a stool and let Mama brush my hair while she watch
The Cattery's GirlThe pink-and-purple-haired receptionist at the Asterisk Lounge inspected her fingernails, leaning on one elbow as the pre- and post-trip groups crowded in the little front area, a cloud of haziness obscuring everything there was to be thought and said. As it was, there wasn't much of either; some people were too busy enhancing their Lounge trip with actual drugs, and others were muttering to themselves about disappearing people, burning to ashes, and bloodless corpses. The usual signs of the addicted.More Like This
She would never admit to being addicted to what the Lounge provided, herself, but that was just to keep up appearances. She was a Catter through and through she belonged on the negative second floor; this was just her night job. Looking up and giving a distracted "deal" of the usual hundred dollars to a group of five she hadn't seen before, most likely tourists, she let one of the addicts who hadn't been in yet sneak behind them so they could get down to their tri
Candyland: Prologue All around me was green. An unnatural, yet invitingly vibrant green. The gentle breeze that played in my hair was...sweet. It carried a faint scent of cotton candy. Upon closer examination, the green grass I stood in appeared to be dotted with small flowers, which all had brightly colored centers.More Like This
I reached out to pick one, bringing it close to my face to smell. But wait...the center. Was that...a jawbreaker? Where on earth was I?
I had just realized that in addition to having no idea where I was, I also didn't remember how I'd gotten there, or what I'd been doing before I'd arrived. Which way was home? How long had I been gone? My worries seemed to ease as quickly as they'd come.
I'm sure I'll be alright, I thought, the very atmosphere of this place calming my nerves. It doesn'
Evarado Chapter 3More Like This
Chapter 3: My Name is Evarado.
Anita's desperate acceptance echoed down the alley. She had accepted the stranger's terms, but still her assailant continued to touch her.
"Shut your trap girl! How can I teach you a lesson in respect when you're screaming in my damn ear-" His rough complaints were cut short as a fist connected with his face at full force, snapping the right side of his jaw and breaking teeth. Screaming, he stumbled away from Anita and buried his face in his hands, clutching onto his aching face.
"Fuck fuck fuck! M-My face!!"
Blood spurted like a waterfall between his tattered teeth and fell past his lips and poured onto the concrete. He thrashed on the ground, salvia and blood spraying everywhere.
Anita backed away from the fallen attacker, hitting the alley wall before she got too far. Her body trembled with fear and shock. Soiling her already stained panties, she sunk to the grimy floor and curled into a
A River's AshesTarget sighted at Ninth and Forester, locked in, murmured the computer voice in the man's brain, playing its part in this hunting. It had no feelings about what they did, the two hunters as one, fighting the forces of evil no, for the computer, it was simply Tuesday.More Like This
"Evaluate." The word an order came from the man himself, a harsh mutter at such a level that anyone who might be walking by him, in the dead of night as it were, would only think he was another overdressed crazy talking to himself. He'd learned at an early stage of this development that the computer couldn't take orders from his brain, though they were intertwined, and would only respond to verbal cues. That was a difficulty, but there were ways to work around difficulties. Every single one, even if it did take time.
The Civil War wasn't won in a day, after all.
Strength level four-point-zero-three, danger level eight. Repair unnecessary. Estimated age three years; no further information is a
A vecesSometimes I think in worlds of colourMore Like This
Other times I get caught in the grey
Where words and phrases are jumbled
Things that never seem to make sense
Causing a lover with well-worn knees
To fade into individuality
In the hopes that something can be achieved
But the juices of creativity flow
Splash like naivety across an empty page
Invading my senses
So while I'm lost in this sense of translation
Bear with me
And use some discrepancy
Just know that whatever happens
I love you.
DecoratingA lick of paint here and the smell of flowers filled the nursery as sun streamed in through the windows, tickling a certain vixen's shiny red fur. She giggled to herself as she watched her mate stroke the paintbrush up and down a wall with a cream colour, pausing every now and then to have a drink which was beside her. What made it so funny was the fact that Sylvera had creamy paint splashed over her scales, some marking her face with the likes of what Plume would call war paint and it made her smile. Plume stopped assembling the cot, (it was a rather large one to accommodate the kits which would be born very soon) and pressed herself against the elder dragoness, wrapping her arms just under her elbows, nose wrinkling at the unpleasant smell of the paint. Sylvera gave a purr as she arched a brow, craning her neck to nuzzle at her vixen, her chest rumbling. Plume's ears pinned back slightly as she tried to ignore the smell, pouting as Sylvera chuckled. "Dear one, you'll have to get usedMore Like This
ThoughtsHe sleeps alone - where is he?More Like This
Is he happy? Secure? Safe? I can't wait until he comes on again...
I'm sure he'll come on. He will. He's just busy...promise.
...Why does she love me?
I can't bear to ask her such a question, but I should...
Why don't you?
I don't deserve the answer...I don't think I do - though I certainly wish I did, you know?
She loves you, because you're you. She loves you for everything you are and everything you want to be.
...That makes me feel happy, reassured.
Will I pass? I've been so confident these past days, not wondering, not thinking, not dreaming about failure - will I do okay?
It's not so hard - multiple choice questions, primary sources and one essay - at the most, if you fail, you learn from your mistakes.
Yeah...a mistake which'll cost me six months onto my degree...
Who cares? You've been so calm about this - let's not worry. The future is bright.
Will he and I ever get together again? What if we don't? Will I be okay with t
Soft EmbraceSoft, padded paws made their way down the staircase as the smell of bacon and eggs wafted through an all-too-sensitive nose as saliva trickled past her mouth.More Like This
Ah, Sundays, how Plume loved them. They were the best day of the week, she thought, because her mate always made a hot breakfast of bacon, eggs and toast to fill her rumbling belly. As Plume stepped onto the floor, she rubbed her belly slowly with a paw, smiling gently to herself as she felt the baby inside her kick.
Blushing, she ducked her head as Sylvera looked up and gave her one of the most adoring looks Plume had ever seen in her lifetime. "Good morning, dear one," the dragoness whispered, looking at her younger mate lovingly, "Did you sleep well?"
Plume gave a nod and sat on one of the stools, eyeing breakfast hungrily as her stomach churned and flipped. "I-I slept very well..." she trailed off, looking down at her lap, fidgeting with her paws shyly, knowing that Sylvera knew what she was thinking. The reason she slept so
WarmthIt was winter. In a small cottage, a young vixen was watching her loved one sleep upon the lounge, one wing draped over the edge, the tip touching the carpet, while one leg twitched, claws sharp. She looked so...peaceful. Plume bit her lip as she continued to watch Sylvera sleep, tilting her head to the side. Her ears twitched, and she gave a little shiver. The snow outside and cold seemed to be relentless, and the wind battered at the windows, rattling them. Plume thought about getting a blanket to cover her mate with, but decided against it, with a flush, thinking that body heat would make her warm. She gently laid herself against Sylverá's body, and let out a little gasp as the dragoness reached over with a wing to snuggle her close, purring deeply as it resonated from her throat. The purring vibrated Plume's backside, and she gave a little start. Eyes wide and nose twitching, she snuggled a little closer, wriggling. Swearing that she could feel her smile, she mewled a litMore Like This