|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Old Scripts - Afterlife ConceptINT. OFFICE
NORMAN sits behind a desk - to one side is a window, from which traffic noises can be faintly heard - with a bored expression on his face. NORMAN reaches down and picks up a paper bag; opening it and removing a sandwich. NORMAN leans back and puts his feet on the table; hitting a switch. Swerving and crashing noises echo, but NORMAN doesn't notice this, and continues eating.
All of a sudden, NORMAN chokes; clutching at his throat, and falls off his chair and onto the floor. He briefly claws at the air, before falling limp.
After a second of nothing, the figure of NORMAN slowly fades into view - still choking, although he quickly stops and begins breathing normally. NORMAN looks around in confusion, and then looks forwards.
NORMAN's POV: A long line of people stretching towards a large pair of golden gates.
NORMAN's mouth falls open.
(This repeats faintly throughout the entire scene)
The line begins shifting forwards; people gr
Gift Art - Ddraigtanto: ClosureAUTHOR NOTE: The following story takes place several years after the events of "Unus Ad Alterum", by which point in time Ddraig and Alexander (Lord Greywater) have had a son; Elwynn. It should be envisioned as taking place in the middle of another story; one in which Malefor has made another attempt at world domination, and on a much larger scale than the last time, but has just been defeated by a large force of dragons in a lengthy battle. Schakri was present at this battle, and scuffled with Ddraig before being defeated along with Malefor. As a consequence of Malefor's defeat, Nightshade has been freed from his influence, and she has been brought to Avalaria Palace - Ddraig and Alexander's royal residence - to recover alongside the Avalarian Royal Family. When she retires to another chamber with Cynder and Spyro, Ddraig and Alexander return to their own rooms in an attempt to calm down after the stress of the day.
From her nest, Ddraig grumbled. It was late; moonlight streamed
Gift Art: Dragon Earth History Concept...due to a lack of historical records from this period, the exact circumstances of the establishment of the Duchy of Avalar are unknown, but an old Avalarian children's tale mentions a "Good King" who brought the dragons to safety in the valley. The species of the King is not traditionally addressed in the story, and many have assumed it referred to (NAME); the legendary builder of Warfang, but a new theory suggests that the King may have in fact been Rudolph II of Burgundy; the King of Arles, who supposedly granted the lands to a large group of dragons in return for their aid in uniting his realm in 933. Supporters of this theory propose that the name "Avalar" is a corruption of the term "Vallee Arelat" - literally, "Arles Valley" - which would suggest that humans were more involved than previously thought in the foundations of the modern Avalarian state.
In any case, the Duchy of Avalar was, from its founding, subservient to a larger state; initially the Kingdom of Arles, and then t
Skylanders - Analysis and Merger1.6 SKYLANDERS REVISITED
First of all, let's go over what we know about the characters of Spyro - or Skyro, as he is occasionally called by fans to differentiate him from the previous two incarnations - as he appears in Skylanders. What is known about this new Spyro? Despite being a wholly new character, his backstory contains elements of both of the series that predate Skylanders.
Spyro is said to be from a line of rare purple dragons - as in the Legend of Spyro series - and is stated as having been a hero from a young age; having gone on many adventures as a result - alluding to the Original Spyro games. This work eventually caught the eye of Master Eon, who transported Spyro to the Skylands to get him to join the forces with the Skylanders. At some point following this, Spyro eventually defeated Cynder and freed her from the control of Malefor; the Undead Dragon King - a reference to the plot of the first game in the Legend of Spyro series.
So what do we make of this? Despite the ma
The Beacon Doused - A Pern Fan-FicRukbat rose across the Northern Continent of Pern, illumating the mountains that surrounded the vast structure of Telgar Weyr. Inside, on a ledge on the north side of the Weyr Bowl, K'dan paced outside his weyr, too anxious to enter. He could hear the cries from the inner quarters all too well from where he stood, as they echoed off the stone walls of the weyr. Lurenth lay beside him, his eyes whirling red as he picked up on his rider's distress for his mate.
Footsteps behind him alerted K'dan to another's presence, and he turned to see the Weyrwoman ascending the steps to his weyr. Fiona had insisted that K'dan and Lorana be housed in a weyr near hers, which they had accepted, although K'dan had briefly protested when he had realised she intended for them to occupy one of the weyrs normally used by a junior queen. Fiona chuckled at him as she drew closer; seeing the look on his face. "Come now, K'dan," she began, patting his arm in a soothing way. "Be calm. This should be a joyous occ
101 Dalmatians Adaptation Unity TheoryFirst of all, let's look at the origins of the characters. The original novel doesn't detail how Mr. & Mrs. Dearly (Radcliffe in the Animated adaptation, which also gave us the names Roger and Anita) met, but the animated and live-action adaptations both show the Dalmatians bringing their owners together (although it is Pongo alone in the animated film). In the book, Mr. Dearly is rich as the result of (). In the animated adaptations, he is a musician. In the live-action adaptation and the animated TV series, he is a computer programmer. Mrs Dearly's occupation - if any - is only shown in the live-action version; where she works for Cruella DeVil as a fashion designer. The two are also joined by a "Nanny" - in the original books, there are two Nannies; Nanny Butler and Nanny Cook, who looked after both Dearlys in their youth, and now serve the jobs that their names entail. While not named in the animated adaptation, the Nanny of the live-action film is said to be Anita's Nanny; thus sh
The First Step - DraftMalefor scrutinised the glowing rock. He was, of course, fully aware of the inherent dangers of dark crystals; many times had Infernacus, the Fire Guardian, lectured him on their unstable nature. However, he had no choice. No other crystals were as powerful, and as long as he worked alone, he would need as much power as he could get, despite the vast concentration it took to ignore their foul temptations. He sighed. Not much longer now. He had escaped being corrupted by their dark influence thus far, and his plan was almost complete.
Malefor supposed he owed one thing to Ankine; if not for him, he wouldn't have realised his...destiny. His purpose. After Ankine had died, he had fled to Tall Plains, fearing he would be held responsible, and it was there he had seen the mysterious carvings. It had all become so clear to him. Why else would he be able to master Elements none had seen before? Why else had their never been anybody like him? They had told him; reminded him constantly througho
What Levitas Did Next - Draft"Look, Levitas, look who's here."
"Yes, I am here. You have been very brave."
The small dragon looked around his clearing in confusion. Night had fallen, and the stars were out. He had only meant to rest his head for a short moment, but he must have fallen asleep, for his captain and all the others had left and he was now alone.
Levitas slowly got to his feet, not wishing to worsen the injuries he'd received from the French dragons. Oddly, his chest no longer hurt and his body wasn't aching. Perhaps he was well again? He craned his head back to examine his wounds, and rumbled in surprise. There was no sign of the bandages, and the great gashes that had marred his hide were gone! He nosed at his side in confusion. There wasn't even a scar.
Levitas supposed that the nice man who came to clean him each night had removed the bandages while he slept - and his harness, which he now realised was also gone - but that didn't explain how he had healed so quickl
Spyro Elemental Analysis DraftIn the Legend Of Spyro series, we are told that there are only four types of Dragons, plus the occasional rare Purple Dragon. Each of these types is attuned to a specific "Element" which is reflected throughout their body structure. In addition to this, these Elements are represented through a series of symbols; some abstract, some simple.
Over time, it becomes clear that many more "Elements" exist than the ones commanded by the four dragon types and the Purple Dragons; some people have attempted to design different Dragon types based off various unusual Elements encountered in the series, and some even from outside the series.
While the lack of information towards it in-game suggests that there are no more types of Dragon than those actively identified in the game series, it cannot hurt to imagine potential other Elements and types, and hypothetical designs for these can be easily imagined by examining the information that already is available to us, such as how the Elements express t
FallowWhen I was a little girl, we lived in a house with a nectarine tree. My father tended to it faithfully, watering it and pruning away the dead wood and the branches that would grow too heavy with time, sealing the trimmed edges with care. Each spring, it bore a can-can line of frilly, fragrant petticoat blossoms, cast away wantonly beneath the carnal attentions of buzzing cyprian bees. Each summer, it groaned beneath the weight of fruit, ripening in heavy round golden bellies, basking in the honeyed California sunlight, serene and assured in its fecundity. For a glorious few weeks, we would eat nectarines all day long, in as many creative applications as we could think of, canning the excess for a taste of summer in the fallow months to come.
One spring, the tree dropped every one of its leaves, instead flowering in a veritable nova of blooms… somehow, it sensed the end of its long, slow life, and in one last tremendous effort, it sank all of its energies into posterity, producing
She used to owe God gratitude for her every achievement, by the colour of her life did she pray for jumping stars to chase the sky. Her destiny was to be Mulan, a disciple, a paladin who wielded life; a hero - pillar of humanity. Yet she wondered if stained glass was as messy as her pastel drawings, layers of struggles under layers of hues, did visitors look at those crooked contours and praise it as a work of genius?
She always preferred to use pen rather than pencil, albeit she loathed to admit her flaws, she thought that it would make her seem more grown up. Still, did those erratic scrawls substitute inked apologies? Has she been waiting for adulthood, where her pulse is flat like her waiting, waiting for second chances?
She loved how there were infinite respawns and infinite time she planned to spend on video games. Monsters were engineered to be defeated and players were drones on suicide missions, dropping full stops on the confusion which she
TopangaMy Favorite Rabbit Story
I tell this story often to speak to the intelligence of rabbits from my own personal experience. This involves my first rabbit, a big orange doe named Topanga. It was the late nineties, so Boy Meets World was on the air, which was where we got the name. We had made it a family tradition to name our pets alphabetically after I got my first two mice, Albina and Beatrice. After them, it was the parakeets Cecelia and David, then another mouse, Eric. After Albina and Beatrice passed, we bought two more, Falene and Ginger who I bred to Eric, resulting in a number of babies, whose names I can’t even recall, up to the letter S. So, when we got our rabbit, we were at T and I went with Topanga.
My stepdad was the one who spotted her. He was looking out the window and said there was an orange rabbit in the yard, which we didn’t quite believe until we looked for ourselves. There she was, just about as orange as a carrot. She was quite ta
The EncounterI saw him at the grocery store on a Thursday. His hair was cut shorter then before and he looked as pale as the moon. He was wearing that gawd awful jacket with the brown stripes around his thin frame. It had been 6 months. Maybe more. To be honest it felt like a million years was passing between the minutes.
Some would probably accuse my actions of staring at this man for so long rude. And it was, so please don't argue with me. Now...you don't know this man. But I do. Or....I did. He was someone very special to me, but I soon realized that the entire relationship was nothing but fake smiles and pretend make up on his end. Which hurt. Although I did fight through it and I still tried to be helpful, even though I knew it was in vain and he didn't give two fucks about me. I wanted more then anything to be close to him. Even if he pushed me away.
He had attempted suicide on countless days the year I met him. He would talk to me every night, and we would stay up until dawn talking. For so
The CallThis is a written record of what happened on October 16th, 2013. My mother received a Kidney-Pancreas Transplant that day and this story is written from my point of view.
It all began around 5:55 A.M., my mother received what the family referred to as "The Call." I don't know what woke me up , but I remember my mom saying "No I haven't eaten anything... yes, I'll be there. Ok... goodbye."
I fell back asleep as my mom went into my little brother's room and told him what was going on. I heard her say that it was probably going to be a false alarm (meaning that she had been called to the hospital, but laboratory results said that something was wrong with either her or the organs) and that she would be home by noon. She came into my room and repeated what she said.
The day was also the day that my school took a major test (I believe it was the ACT. I am not sure). So you can imagine that my nerves were pretty thin by the time I was halfway through the dar
Doubt ch 1She looked at me with a sly smile, as if trying to put the mischief she had in mind into my own head. But was it actually mischief? I've seen that smile before when she wanted to do something against the rules. I looked back at her, not saying a word until the stare dragged out and I didn't know what she wanted from me.
"What?" I asked.
"I have something for you." She replied. "Well, for us." She dug into her bag pulling out a note pad while looking over her shoulder. It was one of those standard notebooks you use for school, with a purple front and a coil along the side to turn the pages easily. She held it out to me, and on the front it had our names side by side.
"Its so we can write letters to each other and look back on what we wrote. I wrote you the first letter." She pushed the notebook into my hands. As I began to open it she placed her hand on top of it, forcing it shut.
"Don't read it while I'm here. Read it later so the teachers don't catch on were passing notes."
Kill the MessengerEveryone sees violence in me as a strange thing. Mother thinks I need to see a psychiatrist. Most likely the cause of this anger also thinks I need to see one but I think the only thing I need to see right now is either a) a dead twin or b) myself in a far away town away from family. Maybe that's extreme (does it sound extreme to you?) but I can't see how a psychiatrist can help with anything and really those are the only options that work.
Imagine this: you've lived say seventeen years plus a few weeks, but I'm rounding so seventeen years it is, and one of the main things you can remember is a twin brother that just can't seem to leave you alone. Frankly you just can't really get a break from him since you live with him. You're sick and tired of his shit and honestly you hate the asshole. No one else seems to notice what a dick he is except for one friend (maybe two but you're not sure) but even she doesn't have the whole picture. It's hard to explain when he keeps putting up a front
Halfway PointsMy muscles clench and twitch and I can't wake up and I can't fall asleep. They say that it's just a symptom of anxiety, he says he is sorry that I am suffering. Nobody says that I am allowed to fix anything, though, and that's the catch phrase! that wins the game. I am seventeen and I am crying and I am nineteen and I am debating if I need stitches and I am six and I am falling off my bed dreaming about something better, it never comes. The first time your hands reached where hers did, I realized that sometimes I am capable of healing, and the first time her hands touched me I realized that I am very much capable of dying-- we are all lessons learned and learning in creation, I don't think I have mastered the art of figuring out which phase I am in, or if they are different things at all.
I wanted to be something worth reading about.
She tells me that I am making things up for attention, negative attention is attention all the same, isn't it isn't it, ignoring the fists slamming into w
Lecture Hall Bingo01.02.03.04.05
1. Actually Useful Information
2. Someone Eating/Drinking
4. Noise Interference (From Both Microphone Or Neighbouring Room)
5. Next Lecture's Students Waiting In Room
6. Person Reading Newspaper
7. Person Taking Less Notes Than You
8. Person Taking More Notes Than You
9. Lecturer's Computer Malfunctions
10. Person Actually Enjoying Themselves
11. Person Using Computer Or Internet To Muck Around
12. Anything Of Note Not Listed Here
13. Free Space
14. Lecturer Repeats Information
15. Loud Noise As Somebody Drops Their Stationary
16. Anything Listed Here, But Done In Full View Of The Lecturer/In The First Three Rows
17. Sleeping Person
18. Rumbling Noise As Everyone Packs Bags Before Lecture Ends
19. Person Who Didn't Come Back After Lecture Break
20. Coughing/Sneezing Person
21. Somebody's Cellphone Goes Off
22. Problems With The Lights
23. Two People Talking During Lecture
24. Person Gets Up During L
Keep in Touch!
Endorell-Taelos is very well known within the community for her selfless giving and gracious community spirit. Since joining DeviantART over seven years ago, Alicia has continued to make a positive impact on many deviants. Her helpful and thoughtful approach was one of her finest attributes when serving as a Community Volunteer, and this has continued throughout the many contests which Alicia provides on a regular basis. As we approach our Birthday celebrations, we can't... Read More