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FYI GuysI didn't forget about anybody's requests. I need to shape the plots and decide which one to work on first...
Believe it or not that's a pretty difficult choice. A lot of those requests are wonderful ideas. I'm not joking- some of those ideas you guys came up with I never even thought of and I can come up with some pretty wild shit.
So...I'm sorry November-Rain14, lightbleueyes, 80SBARBIEDOLL, and ILoveIzzyStradlin. I know I promised to have your stories up before Christmas Break but I ran out of time...
I'll get 'em up before February. I promise!
I know I submitted a story yesterday but I've been working on Returning to Lafayette for five months. It was done and had to be submitted.
Inspiration of AoROr Angels of Rock for those who truly don't know.
My dreams are very strange. Most of the time I don't remember them.
HOWEVER, like Marry Shelly's Frankenstein this fan-fiction came to me in a dream. Well a part of a dream.
Like most of my memories whenever I try to pull this dream out of my mind the edges are blurry. Most of the dream is covered in a simple colorless fog that's opaque enough for me to not see most of it.
What much I can see is this:
Axl Rose. He's got these long leathery looking black wings. One of then is torn slightly. (It's now Axl so you know) He's glaring somebody down. Through the dream fog enters Slash. He too have the mysteriously charming wings but his aren't torn.
They glare at each other and I can feel the tension in the air. Then suddenly everything becomes icy cold. As if someone froze the air in a cold snap. I feel this presence then. Of someone who doesn't belong.
I try to call out to Axl and Slash, who have somehow transformed into their 1980s'-19
To Do List for 2014 for Me. :3Finish up AoR (Angels of Rock)Finish up ASC (A Second Chance)After finishing ASC start spin-off stories....Um.........Honestly is that it...?Shotguns N' Petals is more of a joke than a serious story so I'm not worried about it......I honestly think that's it.Probably should leave the bullet format....
But MKM, what about my/someone else's request?
Mehhhh I'll work on them the remainder of this week and next week. I don't go back to school until the 6th of January.
Um....Other than the ASC spin-off stories (WHICH SHALL REMAIN A SECRET UNTIL ASC COMES CLOSER TO THE END) really that's it....AoR isn't planned to be a series but who knows?
......I hope I come up with more GNR ideas...or some Sixx A.M. ideas or Motley Crue ideas or even AC/DC ideas. Honestly surprised nobody's asked for an AC/DC thing yet...
By the way, I know my AC/DC folder is basically empty. It'll be filled up later on when ASC moves on and you will understand what I mean by that w
Meme n ShitTagged by Mamiemusicwade
1. Do you draw, paint, sculpt, or other?
Other. I write.
2. Who is your favourite solo female musician?
Nobody. I don't really listen to female musicians...
3. Who is your favourite guitarist? (Up to 5)
IN NO ORDER:
1. DJ Ashba
3. Izzy Stradlin
4. Angus Young
5. Mick Mars
4. Who is your favourite lead singer? (Up to 5)
Again, in No Order:
1. Axl Rose
2. James Michael
3. Vince Neil
4. Freddie Mercury
5. Brian Johnson
5. What genre of music is best?
Rock n roll. Especially '80s glam rock.
6. What was your favourite show growing up?
Um...I had a lot. There wa
Fears Meme the dark
 staying single forever
 being a parent
 giving birth
 being myself in front of others
 open spaces
 closed spaces
 flowers or other plants
So Far: Three
[Half of This One] being touched (If it's sexually then yes. Very much so.)
 deep water
 the ocean
 boyfriend's/girlfriend's dad
 boyfriend's/girlfriend's mom
 jumping from high places
So Far: Five point five (5.5)
 crossing hanging bridges
 being robbed
 large crowds of people
 having great responsibilities
 doctors, including dentists
So Far: Seven point five
 incurable diseases
 Friday the 13th
Writing Commissions/RequestsI did this back on my old account...but I forget what happened....
Anyway I can't draw but I can write! People have already asked me for commissions. (Well actually ok they asked for requests but this
I will write stories/fan-fictions for you (The readers) if you desire me to. However I do ask that if you want me to write a story to kindly ask it on Moons-WritingAccount; I like to keep my fan-fictions and stories separate.
I will write about whatever you want me to write. I prefer things I don't have to research like Guns N Roses or Pokemon but if you have something that won't take much research I'll do it.
I will not write about:
My Little Pony
Everything Else in my Hate List (I will provide a link in the author's comments.)
Porn, whether it's hetero, yaoi, or yuri. I have no problems making characters a yaoi, yuri, or hetero pairing. Just nothing sexual like sex or giving head etc. That
I am a MouseI am a mouse.
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
A void within meAlone on this inhospitable night, once again
I let my memories guide my lost steps,
Wandering amid the ghosts of my past.
As I walk along the quay,
I stare at the feeble Seine flowing:
She's dying by the street lamps' hands
While the whole city asphyxiates.
Reflecting my own lack of humanity
Over the river's lighted surface,
Griefs come and go at the water's rhythm.
Once again, on this breathtaking night,
My feelings are sealed and my chest hollow.
Purple rain, chills of cold.... Or regret? I crave
My musical drug, my remaining salvation,
Spreading a sweet poison within me and
Eroding the remaining happiness I still have.
I plug my headphones...
A grin of relief appears on my weary face,
I flee to lenient lands, where a familiar Angel tucks me in.
These notes of violin split the immutable silence,
Fill the hole in, lit a bonfire to my soul.
This mermaid sings my dreams to me,
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
you talk like a travestyoh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
The PointIt’s the taste of cake mix on the spoon, that first time you ‘help’ bake a cake.
It’s seeing the bright world afresh after a dark nightmare, when you first wake.
It’s when you make them laugh and, in that moment, everyone loves a clown.
It’s when your heart stops before the roller coaster plummets down, down.
It’s when the lights go out before your favourite band plays and you scream.
It’s that moment you look around and everything’s perfect enough to be a dream.
It’s the anticipation of waiting for a new episode of your favourite television show.
It’s the first time you listen to your favourite record and you just sort of know.
It’s reading a book cover-to-cover and a million times more and still crying at the ending.
It’s the stiff, tight, real feeling of a smiling scab as you watch the wound mending.
It’s when you first meet your best friend and you hate each other (but in a good way).
california wintersthe tears
I rationed have all
run out. Tuesday comes
up behind me and steals
my breath; my cat snores.
she can’t sleep soundly
since she lost her seventh
life. I’m like that, I’m always
worried someone will try to steal
what I’ve already given away.
I miss color. newsprint sobs
washed me out. I am a
blank canvas, I am a faceless,
I am one
of you. I wake up sweating
and it’s winter and I can’t
sleep because my memories
follow me between my sheets;
jake still won’t listen.
we never knew we were the
lucky ones, we scarred, too. don’t
touch me. don’t want
me, don’t bare my bones
when you think I’m not
watching. I’m afraid of
myself. breathing loud
enough that others know
I exist; you follow me,
needing, laughing, it’s
a game. who has lost
the most, we all want
to win; I’m so tired, so scared,
there’s no one in the world
who sees me. I can’t cry.
we’re in a drought.
Fan Fictions Shouldn'tTo me
A fan fiction should not be "perfect"
Now there is such thing as a well written fan fiction
But to me
Fan fictions can't be perfect
They're a writer's practice
A writer's way of learning
Learning how to write
How to spread our wings and grow
How to express emotions
Like anger, sadness, and happiness!~
How to describe
To paint a pictue in the reader's head
They shouldn't be perfect
Whether it's grammar
Where the " " s go
They help writers learn what to do
And what not to do!
It's all part of a writer's job
Perfection is only seen
That are published
Like The Garden of Eve
The Harry Potter series
Percy Jackson and the Olympians
The Hunger Games
Even To Kill A Mockingbird
And Catcher in the Rye
Perfection is only for stories
Fan fictions on the other hand
Are the stepping stones
On a writer's watery path
To writing literary
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More