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:iconheartballoonplz: The Valentines Day - Romance - Single Awareness Day folder has now replaced the Winter folder.

Please submit your relevant pieces for that theme here: [link] :dalove:


Prompts you can use:
Happiness, excitement, love, surprise, beauty, couples, friendship, pets and anything you feel is relevant to this theme. :heart:

All mediums are accepted into that folder but please include a filter/disclaimer where necessary if it has mature content. Nothing explicit comes to this folder if you can avoid it!
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White Butterfly by ~obscureBT
An Emergency PoemMy dear,

I gave up trying to sleep.
I gave up trying to keep these words inside.
The smell of powder and pain is still poisoning the air.
I can still hear my mates crying at night.
But we are not going home yet.

This is the 1000th letter I sent, I know,
but this one is different.
This is a message.
An emergency poem.
I am writing not to report
how many men and women
have lost their souls in the battlefield.
This time it is for you. And me.

Because I am so sorry we ended up like this.

I am sorry the last few hundreds of letters
were all about blood and pain,
fights and revenge.
The war went to the head
and I only realised thAn Emergency Poem by ~pabloalmeidaff9
Infidelity by ~tenshi20
'South' Ch8 Minami - New Discoveries
          EXT. STREETS OF TORONTO

         Minami and Mike are making their way out of the haunted
         house. The pain in Minami's leg is now clearly showing on
         her scarred face. Mark talks merrily amongst the two of
         them, unaware of the girls struggle to walk properly.

                             MINAMI
                        (Internal Monologue) Pain.
                        Pain. Pain.

         Mark points out a couple dressed as zombie clowns.

                             MARK
                   See! This is why I tell people
                   clowns are awesome! Add zombies to
           'South' Ch8 Minami - New Discoveries by =Sorren-Chan
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Requests for Critiques or In-Depth Comments
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Spirit Day - Purple - Anti-Bullying
Spirit Day - Purple - Anti-Bullying
Valentines Day - Romance - Single Awareness Day
Valentines Day - Romance - Single Awareness Day
MultiLingual - Different Languages - Any
MultiLingual - Different Languages - Any
Original Poetry and Song Lyrics
Ordinary Day“Ordinary Day”

Somewhere in this town are the sounds of gunfire
Certain people live while others expire
Across from this scene a truck has just delivered
Many groceries to a store located by the river

Dozens of families flock to buy food for their kids
Completely unaware they could be the next to go God forbid
Their children are in school sitting quietly in their seats
While the headmasters instruct because they have so much to teach

Elsewhere an organ bellows signaling the beginning of a mass
While a man’s car on the highway has run out of gas
The sun becomes masked by clouds as rain invades grass
Someone robbed a jewelOrdinary Day by =BleedTheDream180
Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached.

She was very sensitive.
As if the volume was turned up in her head.

She started using her mother’s sedatives,
As a solution for her sleepless nights in bed.

She couldn’t connect with any of her relatives,
They never showed an interest in anything she said.

Her attempts at socialising were tentative,
So she conjured up imaginary friends instead.

Her dogged detachment was her only imperative.
She could not risk the chance of being misled.

There was no one to peel back the layer of negatives.
Too many years of tears have been bred and shed.

The smile she occasionally displayed was purely decorative.
She knows Semi-Detached. by *KelaLewis-Morin
sleeping in the lavatory by =slowslicksnails
yoke makes me sweatheat waves rummage
through pockets
of tired skin,
[as I'm]
choking on
wilting air
as some kind
of bondage.

beating the sun
back down to night --
cramping stars in
the sky take away
sex burned in me.

(this doesn't make me
a heliophile,
because at night I am
God)yoke makes me sweat by =slowslicksnails
Original Poetry and Song Lyrics
Comic Books
Comic Books
Tutorials
Tutorials
Lit. Fiction - Short Stories and One-Shots
The Claire Witch ProjectThere are many things you can easily explain to your parents. Accidentally blowing up your uncle is not one of them.

“You are so busted, Claire,” said my sister Lindsay, eying the singed curtains and the freshly made crater in my bedroom floor. “Wait until Dad finds out you were practicing transmorph spells in your room unsupervised.”

“We can still fix this,” I replied hurriedly, switching spellbooks on my Kindle. But I’d only downloaded the basic transmorph spells and hadn’t gotten the counter-curses yet. Blast it.

“Claire, look!” Lindsay hopped off my bed and stepped towards theThe Claire Witch Project by ~frizzymissizzy
FrostbiteWith a shove of the door, te cold air rushes into my face like a long forgotten lover, assaulting me like a madman. I hurry along my way, eager to reach my destination.

The cold slowly becomes a figure, then a man. It’s Jack Frost, the delusional freeze. His icy fingers wrap around my neck, choking me with their chill. He easily overpowers me, lusting for the soft warmth of my body. The King of Winter bites mercilessly at my earlobes, hissing what are supposed to be sweet nothings into my ear. Instead, they burn the tips of my ears, branding them a deep scarlet.

Desperate for my attention, Jack slaps either of my cheeks. I feel his ovFrostbite by ~Anuksut
The RavenLongingly, the black bird looks out the window to her right. The bars holding her within the cage remain as cold and merciless as ever, giving barely enough room for her to open her full wingspan. The tips of her wings graze along the iron bars of her cage, causing pain to ripple up her wings from the unnatural imprisonment. She squawks in discomfort, loses her wings tightly and quickly, and tries to center herself on the bar running through the middle of the cage.

The Raven looks out the window and remembers times long past, when she was free. It was so long ago that she can no longer recall what air felt like between her feathers, or what The Raven by ~Anuksut
Mrs. LubonekNobody knew how old the Luboneks were, but they’d lived at the top of Pecan Hill since before Cumberland was built, and the town grew up around them. Mr. Lubonek had a voice like gravel and always smelled of engine grease, sweat, and the gritty scent of someone whose friends were machines and whose family were the tools he kept in the shed. Mrs. Lubonek was airy as a bird and every bit as flighty, yet there was a sharp, witty glint in her eye that you only caught if you were looking for it.

The Luboneks lived a simple, dusty life atop Pecan Hill. Mr. Lubonek ran a small mechanic shop out of his garage and Mrs. Lubonek sold baked goods.Mrs. Lubonek by ~frizzymissizzy
Lit. Fiction - Short Stories and One-Shots
Lit.Non-Fiction- Short Stories and One-Shots
This is for you. by ~HelenShayLeslie
The Girl in the AquariumEverything and every part of Lucas Edmonds’ estate could be described with the words large and expensive. Ceilings were high off the ground, twice as high as normal ceilings. The furniture looked as though he had spent triple of what standard furniture costs. There was a certain class to it. Maybe just knowing that Edmonds was quite wealthy that made his estate feel like a rich man’s home.

One of Edmonds’ assets was a semi-pro football team. He and dozens of his wealthy friends had created their own semi-pro league; there were several more leagues than just the one Edmonds’ Delanco Dynamite was in. These semi-pro leaThe Girl in the Aquarium by ~Sparr0ww
Write My Number in the Sky I'll Answer Every TimeThe only way to live a change is to make it happen. It's up to you; it's all you. You are the person we have been waiting for.

In an individual's life, they decide how much they affect the world, how much they do with their power. We all have the ability to affect change, but it is up to us to make a difference. Our power is the power of hope, of strength, of love. Our strength lies in our truths, and what we are willing to do to defend them. Defend yourself, defend your neighbour, defend your fellow man. This is me standing up, and I will make a difference; I refuse to sink.

Change happens when we stop waiting for it and rather go out and Write My Number in the Sky I'll Answer Every Time by ~HelenShayLeslie
RestlessBy chicky-the-dragon.deviantart.com

Restless

At 5:35 AM
I am sitting up at 5:35 AM trying to get some work done to my assignments because I was too restless to sleep, but rested enough to focus on my work.

Instead of continuing on with the lost-cause of my other commentary, I am now writing a different commentary that is due in on the same date.

Yes, I know that I am only going to be tired for the remainder of the day, but once I get these things submitted I will be able to rest all I like over the Christmas period. And we all know that will be nice...

At 6:00 AM
The progress on my other commentary is going great! Far more productive tRestless by *Chicky-the-Dragon
Lit.Non-Fiction- Short Stories and One-Shots
The Art Gallery
The Art Gallery
FanArt - OC FanArt - OCs in existing universes
FanArt - OC FanArt - OCs in existing universes
FanFiction - Short Stories and One-Shots
[APH] Boo-boos and Bedtime StoriesThe laughter of two small children filled the air on a sunny morning in France as they raced around the yard of the house they had recently moved in to. One, a fair-skinned boy with messy blonde hair and a curl that stuck out like a spring, chased after a tan girl with dark pigtails and bright red ribbons in her hair. The two hadn’t known each other long, but they had bonded almost instantly. The boy, recently separated from his brother, needed a new playmate; the girl had turned out to be the perfect match. Now, they two played together as if they had known each other their whole lives.

“Tag, you’re it!” he exclaimed[APH] Boo-boos and Bedtime Stories by ~tigerlilly-parade
HetaOni - TelepathyThree nations huddled together on the cool, damp floor of a dimly-lit cell. Although safe, they couldn’t help but feel distressed as they sat in silence and listened to themselves, and each other, breathe; for the ability to breathe requires one to be alive, and every time they reminded themselves that they were in fact living, they also stopped to worry that their companions were not. To make matters worse, they couldn’t do much about the situation. Acting on instinct with barely a moment to spare, they had locked themselves in to escape the monster that pursued them. Now they could only hope that someone would find them soon.

THetaOni - Telepathy by ~tigerlilly-parade
Hetalia - AusHun - High NotesBy chicky-the-dragon.deviantart.com

Hetalia – AusHun – High Notes
Written for miso-mantou

Miss Hungary was a very pretty lady with flowing chestnut hair, complete with a floral accessory, and a poofed-out dress that made her look more innocent than she actually was.

Underneath her housewife exterior, she was a fierce warrior. Right now she was sweeping Austria's piano room because they had been away this weekend for a romantic Italian holiday. Dust accumulates and Austria complained about allergies, although she did not quite believe that his allergies were more than a figment of his imagination. Still, she swept away without Hetalia - AusHun - High Notes by *Chicky-the-Dragon
Ponyville Fight Night
The clock struck seven o’clock, every light flashed, and the newly built stadium, just for this event, grew as dark as the night outside. Every pony in town came for this event. Every pony in Cloudsdale came in support of their native competitor. Every pony of high society, especially Princess Celestia, Luna, Cadence, and Twilight Sparkle, came for the sheer popularity of this very event. The four of them had reserved seats in the stadium just for them. Celestia and Luna had a special luxury suite to guarantee a quality view of the entire battle ground while Cadence and Twilight shared the same kind with Shining Armor and their parents.Ponyville Fight Night by ~Chu4eon
FanFiction - Short Stories and One-Shots
FanFiction Chapters
Every Day Moments: IllnessGrimmjow stood over the stove, cooking some chicken noodle soup, the meal smelling amazing so far.

"G'imm? Ya almos' done?"

"Almost, Shi!" He returned, smiling. Shiro had taken ill after working on his car in the cold, that only making whatever virus the other had stored away in his body worse.

He shook his head, got the medicine ready as well as some apple juice and dished out the soup into a small bowl. "Shiro, get ready to sit up. I got food coming!"

"'kay!" By the time Grimmjow got in there, Shiro was already sitting up and settled comfortably against those fluffy pillows, wrapped in so many blankets because he was cold.

"Hey, how yoEvery Day Moments: Illness by ~Arisu-Ami-Chan
Poison Prince and Brave Princess Part I-Chapter 1The woman in the boy dormitory
After a night full of dreams about the books she was woken up by seldom pokes and whispers around her. She turned around lying on her back her eyes still closed.
“Woah...” she heard a very young male voice say.
“It...it’s a...a woman...” said another young male voice.
The whispers died out suddenly when she decided to squint carefully. There were five shadows around her bed. One second, five shadows around her bed? She quickly flung her eyes open and stared around. She wasn’t in her flat anymore. She wasn’t even sure to be anywhere close to home. The room she was in was circular and had a very high ceiling. The walls were built of greyish and old bricks that reminded of a castle. The five shadows around her bed were boys, maybe between 10 and 12 years old. One of them was black.
“Wow...” said a red-haired boy on the left side and eyeballed her not even trying to hide his curiosity. She knew thisPoison Prince and Brave Princess Part I-Chapter 1 by =Leichenengel
Poison Prince and Brave Princess Part I - ProloguePrologue
Lillian Ellen Block was a usual young woman of twenty five winters. Her height was average and her shapes a bit lumpy. Her hair was long to her blade bones, smooth, wavy and red and along with her light skin tone it underlined her bright green eyes. Her eyes actually were most unusual, because they were of such an almost unnatural pure green. Sometimes she looked into the mirror and thought she was a witch. But unfortunately she wasn’t. Unfortunately she was just an ordinary human being.
Lillian lived in a small apartment with only one room, a small kitchen, a tiny hall and a small bathroom, but that was actually enough for her. She even had a narrow balcony where she grew some herbs and flowers. But Lillian was lonely. With only very few friends who all didn’t live very close to her she spent most of her time with her computer or by reading books or watching movies. Whenever she finished a book she felt the deep desire of just vanishing from the real world Poison Prince and Brave Princess Part I - Prologue by =Leichenengel
The Alicorn w/no Cutie Mark - Chapter OneA hoof takes hold of the edge of a cliff in the mountains near Ponyville, the same mountains of the giant dragon who once took slumber. That hoof belonged to the Cowgirl determined to beat her speedy, Pegasus rival in climbing without the use of the mountainous trails. She climbed hoof by hoof, only a few rocks away from her rival below; just a Rainbow-colored mane from reaching her hind. She climbed to no cease, dripping with the sweaty, imminent glory she planned to meet soon enough. No equipment necessary.

She looked up with familiarity. It was the same cliff she and her five friends saw before making it to the used-to-be, smoke-filled nuThe Alicorn w/no Cutie Mark - Chapter One by ~Chu4eon
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Titanic - 100 Years Memorial
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Happy Birthday DeviantART
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White Butterfly by ~obscureBT
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An Emergency PoemMy dear,

I gave up trying to sleep.
I gave up trying to keep these words inside.
The smell of powder and pain is still poisoning the air.
I can still hear my mates crying at night.
But we are not going home yet.

This is the 1000th letter I sent, I know,
but this one is different.
This is a message.
An emergency poem.
I am writing not to report
how many men and women
have lost their souls in the battlefield.
This time it is for you. And me.

Because I am so sorry we ended up like this.

I am sorry the last few hundreds of letters
were all about blood and pain,
fights and revenge.
The war went to the head
and I only realised thAn Emergency Poem by ~pabloalmeidaff9
29 Comments
Infidelity by ~tenshi20
12 Comments
'South' Ch8 Minami - New Discoveries
          EXT. STREETS OF TORONTO

         Minami and Mike are making their way out of the haunted
         house. The pain in Minami's leg is now clearly showing on
         her scarred face. Mark talks merrily amongst the two of
         them, unaware of the girls struggle to walk properly.

                             MINAMI
                        (Internal Monologue) Pain.
                        Pain. Pain.

         Mark points out a couple dressed as zombie clowns.

                             MARK
                   See! This is why I tell people
                   clowns are awesome! Add zombies to
           'South' Ch8 Minami - New Discoveries by =Sorren-Chan
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*JustBeFantastic Apr 10, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Heey! I am not trying to make this spam in any way! if you guys could read further in, it would mean so much to me and would be awesome! Anyways here:

would you be able to vote for me for a national art competition? I need to get into the top 12! Atm i am ranked 6th out of 1200 people..!

[link]

This is the link.

All you have to do is click it, then click on terms and agreements, and then it will lead you to the vote button!(if it doesnt you have to find my drawing under the folder ''Most votes'' I should be on the front page. It would mean a lot to me! You dont have to though lol
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~anyazalia Dec 13, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
thank you so much for accepting my artwork :)
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*Chicky-the-Dragon Dec 15, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome :).
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Mood: Joy ~olejny Oct 20, 2012  Professional Traditional Artist
Thanks!
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