“Sshh...” Lily scolded, clamping her hand over Clayton’s mouth and glaring at the boy. “Mister Luckas says you have to keep your voice low, Clay, or you’ll scare the bunnies away.”
“I was keeping my voice down!” Clayton complained.
“No, not keep it down... I mean low. You have to talk lower. Like Mister Dastan when he’s being a dragon in story time. Mister Luckas said animals hear higher sounds a lot easier than lower sounds.”
“Oh.” Clayton whispered, trying to lower the pitch of his of voice. “Better?”
Lily nodded her approval. “Now we just have t
Did You Ever Think About Snakes? by BlackbirdTSC, literature
Literature
Did You Ever Think About Snakes?
"Jakey! Jakey!"
"Hmm?"
"Did you ever think about snakes? It's so sad!"
"What? What's so sad about snakes, Crystal?"
"They don't have any arms!"
"...So?"
"They can't hug each other with no arms! Don't you think that's sad!?"
"Crys, it's the middle of the night, go back to slee-... Wait, are you actually crying about this? For fucks sake, you are NOT allowed to drink anymore!"
"But... But... THEY CAN'T HUG, JAKEY!!!"
- 2 hours later -
*Aiden answers the door to find a pissed off Jake holding an emotionally unstable drunken empath*
"Do you guys know what time it is?"
"Aiden, tell Crys snakes aren't sad about hugs."
"Wh-...?
"Just
Indrani had known no other life. The scorching sun, the ever-shifting sands, the shivering cold nights… All of it might have sounded awful to the rest of Valcrest, but to her brethren; to her, the desert felt just like home. It wasn’t an easy life, but it was a free life, their life. It was something no one could ever take away. At least, that’s what the Crimson Shadows believed. They wholeheartedly believed they should all live, die, and scatter their ashes in that inhospitable ground as many others had done for generations before them.
And where others might consider that sacrifice, Indrani thought of it as an honor. Every
This is an RP excerpt and reads as such.
I've made a couple of corrections, but still... There are likely to be tons of mistakes.
Read description for context
******
Sam parted ways with Luckas and once again scanned the ballroom. All of the people she planned on maybe bumping into were engaged in conversations... All but one... And so she quietly made her way to the girl in white robes. Annie. It would probably be a quick encounter, there was little to be discussed with a healer. It would still be entertaining, however. Approaching the girl from behind, Sam called in a soft tone. “You... Are Annie Turner. Aren’t you?”
Pesadelos/Nightmares (Comm/Translation example) by BlackbirdTSC, literature
Literature
Pesadelos/Nightmares (Comm/Translation example)
Pesadelos
A menina acordou subitamente. Quando abriu os olhos já estava sentada na cama; mãozinhas agarrando as cobertas, mantendo-as junto ao peito ofegante. O corpo da menina estremecia por inteiro até as pontas dos pés, suor lhe cobria o rosto fazendo com que mechas ruivas de cabelo grudassem em sua testa e bochechas. Por um momento ela ficou em silêncio, ali sentada no escuro, fechou os olhos com força e se abraçou às cobertas como se torcesse que elas fossem conforto suficiente. Logo abriu os olhos ao som do vento que uivava do lado de fora da janela e chamou a mãe, a voz fraca a princíp
Sun was always stunning ever since he was a young child. Before he even existed to the eyes of Valcrest. Mother and Father knew from the very beginning that their eldest child was special, even amongst Gods. His mere presence lifted the spirits of those around him, whether they be mortal or immortal. His light engulfed everything and everyone around him, obfuscating all others. It was the youth’s indifference to all the love and adoration, however; his humility, that made Sun special to the eyes of his parents. Sun knew that he was special, yet he was never uncaring, never unkind, and never arrogant. Sun was beautiful because he was pur
Dastan Character Sheet (BG Pending) by BlackbirdTSC, literature
Literature
Dastan Character Sheet (BG Pending)
General Information
Full Name: Dastan Shaykh
Nicknames/Aliases: Aside from being called ‘handsome’ by Ess on repeated occasions, Dastan doesn’t have any nicknames. Most in his clan address him as Shaykh as a sign of respect.
Age: 29 (birth date: Pyros 13th 2526)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Place of Birth: Brightvale Ruins, the Valcrest desert
Affiliation: Crimson Shadows
Rank: Leader
Important Associates: Jackson Mercer (fellow Crimson/best friend), Crystal Rivers (close friend/almost, sorta, temporary crush), Allison Blake (friend), Jake Turner (friendly rival), Essence Talon (friend), Alistair Ashmore (frien
*Written in collaboration with my friend Sarah (Poetic1717 (https://www.deviantart.com/poetic1717)), quite some time ago.
*This is an RP excerpt and reads as such. I've made a couple of corrections, but still... There are likely to be tons of mistakes.
*The music linked at certain sections is from the original RP posts.
*Read description for context
-----------------------------------
Ess plopped herself onto her bed, lying on her side she rested her head in her hand propped up by her elbow. The fire began to die down a bit, as she was hit with a sense of deja vu, seeing Luckas leaning back in his chair casually, the light from the flames reflecting off his black orbs. It
Clayton And Lily - Flashforward by BlackbirdTSC, literature
Literature
Clayton And Lily - Flashforward
“How long is this going to take, mate? I have places to be.”
The guards sighed, shooting glances at one another as they patrolled the halls of the Newhaven dungeons. It must have been the fourth time in less than a month that they brought in the same prisoner. They were no strangers to the young man either; it hadn’t been his first ‘crime spree’ so to speak, and he either got off with a slap on the wrist or mysteriously disappeared from the prison overnight. It was no wonder he seemed so careless. The guy had not only demanded his ‘usual cell’, but had also asked for seconds when served his portion of
“Sshh...” Lily scolded, clamping her hand over Clayton’s mouth and glaring at the boy. “Mister Luckas says you have to keep your voice low, Clay, or you’ll scare the bunnies away.”
“I was keeping my voice down!” Clayton complained.
“No, not keep it down... I mean low. You have to talk lower. Like Mister Dastan when he’s being a dragon in story time. Mister Luckas said animals hear higher sounds a lot easier than lower sounds.”
“Oh.” Clayton whispered, trying to lower the pitch of his of voice. “Better?”
Lily nodded her approval. “Now we just have t
Did You Ever Think About Snakes? by BlackbirdTSC, literature
Literature
Did You Ever Think About Snakes?
"Jakey! Jakey!"
"Hmm?"
"Did you ever think about snakes? It's so sad!"
"What? What's so sad about snakes, Crystal?"
"They don't have any arms!"
"...So?"
"They can't hug each other with no arms! Don't you think that's sad!?"
"Crys, it's the middle of the night, go back to slee-... Wait, are you actually crying about this? For fucks sake, you are NOT allowed to drink anymore!"
"But... But... THEY CAN'T HUG, JAKEY!!!"
- 2 hours later -
*Aiden answers the door to find a pissed off Jake holding an emotionally unstable drunken empath*
"Do you guys know what time it is?"
"Aiden, tell Crys snakes aren't sad about hugs."
"Wh-...?
"Just
Indrani had known no other life. The scorching sun, the ever-shifting sands, the shivering cold nights… All of it might have sounded awful to the rest of Valcrest, but to her brethren; to her, the desert felt just like home. It wasn’t an easy life, but it was a free life, their life. It was something no one could ever take away. At least, that’s what the Crimson Shadows believed. They wholeheartedly believed they should all live, die, and scatter their ashes in that inhospitable ground as many others had done for generations before them.
And where others might consider that sacrifice, Indrani thought of it as an honor. Every
This is an RP excerpt and reads as such.
I've made a couple of corrections, but still... There are likely to be tons of mistakes.
Read description for context
******
Sam parted ways with Luckas and once again scanned the ballroom. All of the people she planned on maybe bumping into were engaged in conversations... All but one... And so she quietly made her way to the girl in white robes. Annie. It would probably be a quick encounter, there was little to be discussed with a healer. It would still be entertaining, however. Approaching the girl from behind, Sam called in a soft tone. “You... Are Annie Turner. Aren’t you?”
Pesadelos/Nightmares (Comm/Translation example) by BlackbirdTSC, literature
Literature
Pesadelos/Nightmares (Comm/Translation example)
Pesadelos
A menina acordou subitamente. Quando abriu os olhos já estava sentada na cama; mãozinhas agarrando as cobertas, mantendo-as junto ao peito ofegante. O corpo da menina estremecia por inteiro até as pontas dos pés, suor lhe cobria o rosto fazendo com que mechas ruivas de cabelo grudassem em sua testa e bochechas. Por um momento ela ficou em silêncio, ali sentada no escuro, fechou os olhos com força e se abraçou às cobertas como se torcesse que elas fossem conforto suficiente. Logo abriu os olhos ao som do vento que uivava do lado de fora da janela e chamou a mãe, a voz fraca a princíp
Sun was always stunning ever since he was a young child. Before he even existed to the eyes of Valcrest. Mother and Father knew from the very beginning that their eldest child was special, even amongst Gods. His mere presence lifted the spirits of those around him, whether they be mortal or immortal. His light engulfed everything and everyone around him, obfuscating all others. It was the youth’s indifference to all the love and adoration, however; his humility, that made Sun special to the eyes of his parents. Sun knew that he was special, yet he was never uncaring, never unkind, and never arrogant. Sun was beautiful because he was pur
*Written in collaboration with my friend Sarah (Poetic1717 (https://www.deviantart.com/poetic1717)), quite some time ago.
*This is an RP excerpt and reads as such. I've made a couple of corrections, but still... There are likely to be tons of mistakes.
*The music linked at certain sections is from the original RP posts.
*Read description for context
-----------------------------------
Ess plopped herself onto her bed, lying on her side she rested her head in her hand propped up by her elbow. The fire began to die down a bit, as she was hit with a sense of deja vu, seeing Luckas leaning back in his chair casually, the light from the flames reflecting off his black orbs. It
Clayton And Lily - Flashforward by BlackbirdTSC, literature
Literature
Clayton And Lily - Flashforward
“How long is this going to take, mate? I have places to be.”
The guards sighed, shooting glances at one another as they patrolled the halls of the Newhaven dungeons. It must have been the fourth time in less than a month that they brought in the same prisoner. They were no strangers to the young man either; it hadn’t been his first ‘crime spree’ so to speak, and he either got off with a slap on the wrist or mysteriously disappeared from the prison overnight. It was no wonder he seemed so careless. The guy had not only demanded his ‘usual cell’, but had also asked for seconds when served his portion of
I sat in the yard, ten hours after it happened, watching as the neighbor kids played on the streets. The oldest of the group must have been around eleven. She was the one they’d run to when there was an argument, or a scraped knee. It amazed me how quickly children could find some semblance of normality to cling to in a moment of crisis. Just the night before I had been like that; a child, but when I woke up that morning I was one of the oldest men alive.
And I felt old. I felt tired. Bitter. The once joyful sound of laughter now grated in my ears as a painful reminder of a whole life that used to be ahead of me. Of all the time I had b
I thought I'd give this another shot this year and hope it will yield slightly better results than previous years. This is for a holiday gift exchange. Rules can be found here:
My wishes for this year are:
1. Do you know someone in need in your immediate circle? Beyond that? Do what you can to help them. Donate food, clothes, time, whatever means you may have. It doesn't need to be a lot. A little bit can go a long way.
2. Same as the first, but with animals. Many shelters need extra food, blankets, cat litter, and people to volunteer their time/fostering skills. If anyone does either of these things, please share your stories with me!
3.
1. The love that you give
2. Life is a journey
3. Rustling leaves
4. The clank of glassware
5. Remembrance
6. Homage
7. When we began
8. Reasons
9. Bad Times
10. Doing what has to be done.
11. Forever
12. The stars above
13. Guitar
14. Penny
15. Large Shirt
16. Towel
17. Heaven
18. Gaze
19. Heart Strings
20. Prayer
21. Post-Its
22. Graduation
23. Longing
24. Bread
25. Shout
26. Climb
27. Jar
28. Antiseptic
29. Sickness
30. Snow Globe
31. Golden Microphone
32. Phonograph
33. Bandanna
34. "For as long as you live."
35. Plastic
36. Escalator
37. Leather Jackets
38. Grease
39. Cord
40. Cup
41. Solar Powered
I'm keeping this account just for sentimental reasons. However I will be scrubbing my writing from deviant art and won't be hanging out here anymore so... If you knew me from when I was active here and wanna reach me, try Twitter or the linked Ko-fi page.
I have fond memories of dA but I've long moved on from it.
I'm not gonna be leaving dA. For now. I haven't been all that active anyway and the few people who cared about my content probably forgot I exist in the past year; which is understandable. So maybe that's not that much of a statement. But I won't be deleting my account or anything anyway. About Eclipse... I hate it. I hate that it removed vital functionality. Does it look good? Kinda. Is it easier to use? Better to use? Fuck no. It's a nightmare to sort things within a gallery folder when you could just drag and drop things before. Or sort chronologically with a click. The 'dark theme' isn't dark on the submission page, writing areas, etc. In fact; it's brighter now, and as someone who uses dark mode everywhere it's available because I write mainly at night, writing this journal is literally giving me a headache right now the page is so fucking bright. So, if I wasn't being very active, I'll probably be less active now. I might not be posting any new deviations and just check in now
I'm not gonna be leaving dA. For now. I haven't been all that active anyway and the few people who cared about my content probably forgot I exist in the past year; which is understandable. So maybe that's not that much of a statement. But I won't be deleting my account or anything anyway. About Eclipse... I hate it. I hate that it removed vital functionality. Does it look good? Kinda. Is it easier to use? Better to use? Fuck no. It's a nightmare to sort things within a gallery folder when you could just drag and drop things before. Or sort chronologically with a click. The 'dark theme' isn't dark on the submission page, writing areas, etc. In fact; it's brighter now, and as someone who uses dark mode everywhere it's available because I write mainly at night, writing this journal is literally giving me a headache right now the page is so fucking bright. So, if I wasn't being very active, I'll probably be less active now. I might not be posting any new deviations and just check in now
Had a super fun time with family all day. Came home late to a lot of Christmas/Holiday wishes on Discord. I'm exhausted but feeling pretty good right now. Hope you all have a great time too.