In Medias Res
With exception of the light given off by a vanilla-scented candle, the room was completely dark. The window was kept open, despite the bitter chill of the winter air. Now and then, a breeze would infiltrate the room, blowing back the gossamer curtains and causing the flame to flicker. With dull interest, she spent a few moments staring at the candle, considering what a nuisance it would be if the breeze killed the flame entirely.
Breaking her gaze away from the dancing flame, she glanced over at her bed. Blankets, crumpled from hours of tossing and turning, lay in a heap on the floor. She rather enjoyed the idea of her body
Gods are each named by a characteristic that defines who they are, or what they wish to portray. For example, Upendo (Love) was given his name because he is the god that deals with love and attraction and Uzuri (Beauty), goddess of beauty (as well as the hunt), was given a name relevant to her appearance. Humans and demigods, on the other hand, are all given names chosen by the gods on a whim. Gods all take turns naming the lesser beings as they are born. All names, those of gods and lesser beings alike, are in a language familiar only to the gods.
One day, a mere demigoddess was born to a mortal woman and a god (who would not confess to be
Who would really like to eat pancakes made with hatred instead of love?
The filling is not chocolate chips, but bits of pent up rage.
The buttery scent that once filled the air is now a bitter scent of argument.
I couldn't hear the pancakes sizzle because I only heard bickering.
Pouring syrup on top will not cover the bitterness.
Oh, no thank you.
I don't want any.
I'm not that hungry.
Human Nature and Synesthesia by Katanai, literature
Literature
Human Nature and Synesthesia
People take things for granted.
It's in human nature to do so, after all.
For example, this "Deviation" that I am currently typing.
Perhaps all of you who read this will take for granted that everyone sees it typed in black-colored font.
After all--it's DeviantArt's standard print.
On the other hand, there are some people who will see every word as a swirl of colors.
Every "A" on the paper is a dark green, perhaps.
So far, the mood of this print is quite neutral as well.
There are some people who are inflicted with quite a bit of emotion.
Ever "T" is quite sinister, but ever "A" is a bit ditzy.
Music is nice to be heard.
Did you e
A twirl of the fan
A flick of the wrist
A bat of eyelashes
A clench of the fist
The woman dances
To a tune of her own
Taking careful steps
Beautiful movements
Bashful smiles
Blushless cheeks
Bountiful wiles
Unfinished business
Though she has nowhere to look
For her destiny
Carefully watch her
Don't blink or you'll miss
Even-paced movements or
Fragile lips' kiss
Her song is sorrow
Melancholy melody
Woeful voices cry
Encounters and Hand-Holding by Katanai, literature
Literature
Encounters and Hand-Holding
When our eyes first met, my thoughts were blank. Indifference was the main emotion I felt. You were another person in this Earth filled with people. I would probably never see your face again after this. I didn't so much as shake your hand.
The second time I saw your face, someone was pointing you out. Your name was cute and suited you well. I couldn't help but smirk. Lust was the main emotion. I grabbed your wrist, but left a bruise. So you're delicate, huh?
Third time's the charm, I suppose, because the third time we met, I found you completely charming. You were cuter than I could have ever imagined. How could I have lusted over this bei
Candle light was the only thing illuminating the room. It was dark and smelled of something all too familiar, and a hint of mildew. This was more of a cave than a home, though, so she assumed that it wasnt too bad if you only planned on being in there for a few minutes or so. Sadly, this place was where they spent hours upon hours of their time. She was looking for a madman. He had apparently wronged the wrong person just one too many times and now was on death row, so to speak. Someone shady had given her a preview of the cash she was earning this morning, If she got this done and over with by Monday, she wo
Neko Ukami Chapter Seventeen by Katanai, literature
Literature
Neko Ukami Chapter Seventeen
An expression of worry crossed Keis face. Damn it. Ryoichi was getting all sickly and stuff on him again. Well That was one of the many hardships he had to suffer with You dont really choose who you become best friends withdestiny decides that much. His best friend was Kenshin Ryoichi a sickly young man with blue hair and yellow eyes. Ryoichis disease Kei knew all the detailswell, or lack there of. Ryos condition none of the doctors could figure out what was causing the young mans sickness That wasnt the thing to be worrying about now, though. He looked down at hi
In Medias Res
With exception of the light given off by a vanilla-scented candle, the room was completely dark. The window was kept open, despite the bitter chill of the winter air. Now and then, a breeze would infiltrate the room, blowing back the gossamer curtains and causing the flame to flicker. With dull interest, she spent a few moments staring at the candle, considering what a nuisance it would be if the breeze killed the flame entirely.
Breaking her gaze away from the dancing flame, she glanced over at her bed. Blankets, crumpled from hours of tossing and turning, lay in a heap on the floor. She rather enjoyed the idea of her body
Gods are each named by a characteristic that defines who they are, or what they wish to portray. For example, Upendo (Love) was given his name because he is the god that deals with love and attraction and Uzuri (Beauty), goddess of beauty (as well as the hunt), was given a name relevant to her appearance. Humans and demigods, on the other hand, are all given names chosen by the gods on a whim. Gods all take turns naming the lesser beings as they are born. All names, those of gods and lesser beings alike, are in a language familiar only to the gods.
One day, a mere demigoddess was born to a mortal woman and a god (who would not confess to be
Who would really like to eat pancakes made with hatred instead of love?
The filling is not chocolate chips, but bits of pent up rage.
The buttery scent that once filled the air is now a bitter scent of argument.
I couldn't hear the pancakes sizzle because I only heard bickering.
Pouring syrup on top will not cover the bitterness.
Oh, no thank you.
I don't want any.
I'm not that hungry.
Human Nature and Synesthesia by Katanai, literature
Literature
Human Nature and Synesthesia
People take things for granted.
It's in human nature to do so, after all.
For example, this "Deviation" that I am currently typing.
Perhaps all of you who read this will take for granted that everyone sees it typed in black-colored font.
After all--it's DeviantArt's standard print.
On the other hand, there are some people who will see every word as a swirl of colors.
Every "A" on the paper is a dark green, perhaps.
So far, the mood of this print is quite neutral as well.
There are some people who are inflicted with quite a bit of emotion.
Ever "T" is quite sinister, but ever "A" is a bit ditzy.
Music is nice to be heard.
Did you e
A twirl of the fan
A flick of the wrist
A bat of eyelashes
A clench of the fist
The woman dances
To a tune of her own
Taking careful steps
Beautiful movements
Bashful smiles
Blushless cheeks
Bountiful wiles
Unfinished business
Though she has nowhere to look
For her destiny
Carefully watch her
Don't blink or you'll miss
Even-paced movements or
Fragile lips' kiss
Her song is sorrow
Melancholy melody
Woeful voices cry
Encounters and Hand-Holding by Katanai, literature
Literature
Encounters and Hand-Holding
When our eyes first met, my thoughts were blank. Indifference was the main emotion I felt. You were another person in this Earth filled with people. I would probably never see your face again after this. I didn't so much as shake your hand.
The second time I saw your face, someone was pointing you out. Your name was cute and suited you well. I couldn't help but smirk. Lust was the main emotion. I grabbed your wrist, but left a bruise. So you're delicate, huh?
Third time's the charm, I suppose, because the third time we met, I found you completely charming. You were cuter than I could have ever imagined. How could I have lusted over this bei
Candle light was the only thing illuminating the room. It was dark and smelled of something all too familiar, and a hint of mildew. This was more of a cave than a home, though, so she assumed that it wasnt too bad if you only planned on being in there for a few minutes or so. Sadly, this place was where they spent hours upon hours of their time. She was looking for a madman. He had apparently wronged the wrong person just one too many times and now was on death row, so to speak. Someone shady had given her a preview of the cash she was earning this morning, If she got this done and over with by Monday, she wo
Neko Ukami Chapter Seventeen by Katanai, literature
Literature
Neko Ukami Chapter Seventeen
An expression of worry crossed Keis face. Damn it. Ryoichi was getting all sickly and stuff on him again. Well That was one of the many hardships he had to suffer with You dont really choose who you become best friends withdestiny decides that much. His best friend was Kenshin Ryoichi a sickly young man with blue hair and yellow eyes. Ryoichis disease Kei knew all the detailswell, or lack there of. Ryos condition none of the doctors could figure out what was causing the young mans sickness That wasnt the thing to be worrying about now, though. He looked down at hi
Well now, the pen and pad, it's been a while,
Since I last wrote with them, almost a mile,
So what's new since I last wrote my troubles?
Well lets see, not exactly the stuff that writes great novels,
Hating my own reflection, as well as the world I live in,
I'm not living,
Just excisting,
Breathing,
No-one to blame but myself for my worries and my pain,
And I'll blame myself over and over again,
And endure the strain,
Torn into so many different paths I'm in pieces,
Folded so many times I can see the creases,
I don't even know who 'me' is,
Sheilding myself from myself I don't even recognise him,
Am I in heaven or surrounded by
Gods are each named by a characteristic that defines who they are, or what they wish to portray. For example, Upendo (Love) was given his name because he is the god that deals with love and attraction and Uzuri (Beauty), goddess of beauty (as well as the hunt), was given a name relevant to her appearance. Humans and demigods, on the other hand, are all given names chosen by the gods on a whim. Gods all take turns naming the lesser beings as they are born. All names, those of gods and lesser beings alike, are in a language familiar only to the gods.
One day, a mere demigoddess was born to a mortal woman and a god (who would not confess to be
Favourite manga series (currently): Too many to list. <3 Up in the top are Kaichou wa Maid-sama!, Kuroshitsu, Ouran High School Host Club, Dendeki Daisy, and Fruits Basket. Favourite poet: Emily Dickinson Favourite photographer: Alexandra Baran Favourite style of art: The performing arts. <3 But if you mean visual arts, manga or photography. Favourite Quotes: "We turn not older with years, but newer every day." "I dwell in possibility" "If you smile when no one else is around, you really mean it." "Mmmh. Mori like seashells."
Favourite Visual Artist
Alexandra Baran
Favourite Movies
Sixth Sense, Thirteen Ghosts, Silence of the Lambs,
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Train, The Killers, Nightwish, Imogen Heap, Within Temptation, Coldplay, etc.
Favourite Writers
Emily Dickinson, Mark Twain, Bisco Hatori, Yun Kouga, Fujiwara Hiro, etc.
Favourite Games
Okami
Favourite Gaming Platform
Wii
Other Interests
Acting, Anime, Broadway, Felines, Manga, Role Play, Writing
Hey, everyone. ^^ Long time no update, I know.
I just wanted to let you all know that I've moved...Well, not -entirely- moved, but...found a proverbial second home.
I wanted to create a page for my more serious writing; this one is mostly my fanfiction and other such things. I find it hard to expand my wings as a writer when tied down to being known for fanfiction and the occasional short poem. From now on, my more legit works will be on my new profile.
Don't worry too much about the relocation. I still plan to visit this page occasionally. :heart:
My new place?
~MKittyV (https://www.deviantart.com/mkittyv)
So far, I have two things posted. XD By reading those, I gues
Hello, everyone who dares read this journal.
I know, I know. It's been forever and a half since I logged on to Deviant Art, let alone did anything at all. XD I feel awful, but this year, school's been beyond insane. It's not as if the work is harder; it's just more time-consuming.
I can't guarantee that I'll be back on soon, but I will try to keep up with dA a little better. I honestly miss everyone. A LOT has happened. XD
In the meantime, I'm going to post a thing I had to write for English class. XD That's all I can really think up for you guys. Sorry.
-Kitty
Well, before I take this lovely little quiz to see what disorder I have, I just want to inform you all that I am auditioning for Hairspray tomorrow. (I know. xD You don't care. Too bad. I'm telling you anyway.) I'm trying out for the lead role--Tracy. Wish me luck! XD I'm going to need it. My audition piece is Good Morning Baltimore, and I've been practicing it obsessively the past two days or so. XD
Well, that's enough of that. Here's the quiz, which I stole from ~ItachiTheDekuScrub (https://www.deviantart.com/itachithedekuscrub)
ANOREXIA:
[] You have dry skin. [[Only my hands are dry. xD And that's from being a cleaning lady]]
[] You eat one meal.
[] You're very weak.
[x] You