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Short NaruSasu Songfic - According to YouShort NaruSasu Songfic - According to You by myfriendlovessasuke
According to You
According to you, I'm useless, I'm stupid, I can't do anything right.
"Foolish little brother, you're pathetic," obsidian eyes looked down upon him condescendingly.
According to you, I'm difficult, hard to please, forever changing my mind.
Wary eyes closed and lips parted letting out a sigh, "Sorry, maybe some other time okay?"
But according to him I'm beautiful
Tan, rough hands intertwined with pale, soft hands. Blonde hair bouncing about as teeth showed with a brillant smile, exclaiming, "Your hands are so soft, and your skin is beautiful like a girl's!"
Whirlpools of blue fell upon him, studying him with a mixture of admiration and love. Lips pulled upwards into a bright, radiant smile."You're incredible, you know that right?"
He can't get me out of his head
Sitting next to him was that same blonde with mesmerizing eyes, just staring at him so intently. Then a mumble can be heard but
Post KotOR 2 Intro "Reach out with your mind...hear the echoes of Nar Shadaa and listen to the rhythmic sound of the life here. This will make you keen and alert which is always an asset for any Jedi or Sith." Clearing my mind, I felt the force flowing through all the life here, though most of them could not sense it, I could feel the desperation and anger of Nar Shadaa. It was teaming with fears and greed and a lust for power almost as strong as the stench that plagued my nostrils each time I breathed in.Post KotOR 2 Intro by myfriendlovessasuke
Kreia had taught me a lot, to use the force as a tool, a weapon and bend it to my will as much as I can even though she hated the force for that very reason- the force almost had a life of its own, not ever able to be fully harnessed. The remnants of her teachings, her voice reaching out to me and showing me the force in a way I had never seen before or had long since forgotten, ling
Gonna Be Mine - FivexxxGonna Be Mine - Five by moon-chalice
Gonna Be Mine!
If there was one word that wasn't in the Uchiha Dictionary, it was 'confusion'. ...Well, that and 'Pootie Tang'. But that's besides the point. Sasuke, being an Uchiha, and thus normally abiding by 'the' Dictionary, wasn't used to this state of confusion. As an Uchiha, he'd been very well-educated, was a smart boy with potential of being a prodigy...confusion shouldn't apply to him, and yet lately he'd found his thoughts jumbled, as if he really didn't know what was going on...well, for uke-chan's questions and the answers that shall follow, continue on with reading part five of 'Gonna Be Mine!'. (insert drum roll here)
Aah, Saturday...such a glorious time of the week; no school, the day happened to be beautiful, the birds were singing, the squirrels were mauling fallen acorns, and Uchiha Sasuke was sitting inside on his emo bum at the computer. ...What? Don't tell me you honestly expected him to be outside playing kickball or something. Heaven forbid. Be
Gonna Be Mine - OneMoon: I'll probably update Kamaboko in a few days…have a really shitty language arts project due in a few days….goddamn video camera needed and everything…Ah well.Gonna Be Mine - One by moon-chalice
Anyway, this chapter…well, the first part is based off of something that actually happened (that day was so embarrassing…), but the second part is based off of the infamous episode/chapter three. Enjoy!
Gonna Be Mine!
Sasuke wasn't really quite sure why Naruto continuously had to mock him. Yes, that's correct, he believed Naruto was mocking him. He had every right to, anyway. After all that had happened to him, he should be able to not trust people in fear that they'd betray or simply leave him in the end, did he not? Not only that, they were both boys for crying out loud! And Sasuke was not gay. …Hmm? The blushing? …Okay, so maybe he was bi. But definitely not for that Uzumaki kid!
Iruka shuffled his papers, trying in vein to ignore how many rather spontaneous love letters from a certain "scarecrow" continuo