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Rose Valentine's Day Alone OneshotValentine's Day.
"Bunch of bull if you ask me," a slightly drunken voice murmured. A door swung open abruptly and a person looking rather disheveled slunk into their apartment.
The woman dropped herself an a couch, bottle in hand. She saw the bottle and blinked at it a few times as if she just realized she'd been holding it this whole time, and threw it across the room. She then removed the top hat that sat upon her head and flung it in the same direction, her black hair flowing down her shoulders.
The woman sighed and held her knees. A snort escaped her nose.
"Lookit me," she said with a snicker. "Forever alone on damn Valentine's Day. AGAIN! Ain't that funny?" She looked beside her at absolutely nothing. "Of course it is."
"E'rryone's out on couple killin's or some bullcrap," she slurred. "And that Overealm, dooon't even get me STARTED. Freakin'... bitch teacher stealing all the good games up there, and no one wants to play MY games, let alone on Valentine's Day... no prizes to give
The Rose's Trial (Re-post)I saw a red rose today,
Pinned to my town's bulletin board.
It was advertising a gameshow,
Promising prizes, gifts, and rewards.
I took the flier not really considering,
Thinking my life is oh so dull.
What's a little entry in a game
Going to hurt anyone?
I sent in my entry and waited a week,
A letter came back shortly after.
It read "Thanks for entering, you!
Be prepared to have the most fun ever!
Just show up at this date, it'll be great!
We'll all have such a lovely time!
But don't tell anyone, for you see my friend,
This Show is going to be a surprise!"
I got in my car the date of the game,
And drove to the area stated.
It was a run down building, with few cars around it ,
I wondered, had I just been baited?
No, I thought, that's absurd, silly.
Why else would they send a formal letter?
Besides there are cars around, and there's lights inside,
Perhaps the interior will suit me better...
The door creaked open as I walked inside, a man stood by the door
He beckoned me down the hall, m
WT: An Eventful Outing"Hurry, brother!"
The brightly dressed girl skipped to a large house, an equally cheerful looking boy following close behind. "We'll be late for supper!"
The two entered the large home, running to a brightly colored dining room. There were three seats, all ready to be sat at, with the head of the house sitting at the front.
"You're just in time, you two!" The tall cheerful man said brightly. On his face was a permanent smile, and he adorned a spotted top hat with matching suit.
The two childish looking siblings sat down and began eating. The conversation was light and cheerful, about the weather and whatnot.
The girl looked up and wiped her mouth politely. "May I go on a walk, father?"
The tall one sitting at the head of the table nodded. "Of course, Sunny dear! Be sure to spread as much joy as you can, m'kay?"
Sunny stood up and waved before skipping out of the room.
The boy looked at his guardian with concern. "Are you sure she will be alright, father...?"
"Oh, she'll be just swell!
Sparky (old version)Drip. Drip.
The rain pouring on the roof was nearly deafening. The thunder, clapping across the town. Most everyone had their homes closed down, curtains shut.
But on one house, on Wilson Street, a young boy gazed out the window, facinated by the dropping moisture.
Michael had always been a... "special" child. He often had spasms of mania, and if anyone even mentioned sugar, he would bounce off the walls.
But one thing that always stood out about his odd personality was his obsession with storms.
Everything about it facinated him! The sweet, clean smell of the rain as it fell, the sound echoing off the rooftops, the loud claps of thunder, which would make him jump and shudder with pleasure; even the lightning, as it danced across the sky.
He wondered what it would be like to be struck with lightning.
Would it hurt, or... The boy wondered these things often.
Michael heard his mother call him downstairs for supper, and he did so.
The rain still hadn't ceased by that evening. Michae
Regan's Birthday BlogNB's blog
I KNOW I HAVENT UPDATED THIS BLOG IN A WHILE BUT A LOT OF CRAZY S**T HAS BEEN GOING ON IN MY LIFE AS IF IT WASN'T CRAZY ENOUGH
FIRST OFF MY WRIGGLING DAY IS TODAY SO TELL ME SOMETHING SOMEWHAT ALONG THE LINES OF CELEBRATION OR KINDNESS OR WHATEVER
YOU KNOW MY FRIENDS SE AND US
THEY HAD A GRUB
WELL IM NOT SURE WHAT IT IS I SAW IT YESTERDAY IT HAD FOUR WIGGLING APPENDAGES LIKE A GROWN HUMAN/TROLL BUT IT WAS SMALLER AND NOT VERY SQUISHY
AND NO I DONT KNOW HOW IT HAPPENED
AND I REALLY DONT WANT TO KNOW
THESE METHODS OF HUMAN REPRODUCTION ARE GETTING MORE AND MORE CONFUSING TO ME ESPECIALLY SINCE SE IS PART TROLL
I DONT KNOW ITS JUST WEIRD
THEYVE MOVED OUT OF SES FATHERS HOUSE AND INTO THEIR OWN HIVE LEAVING THEIR UNCLES SO I DUNNO WHAT ANYBODYS GOING TO DO AT ALL
ALSO SES BEEN GETTING TALLER I HAVE NO IDEA WHY US HASNT CHANGED ANY AND NEITHER HAS SES FATHER
MAYBE THIS IS PART OF HER HUMAN GENETICS KICKING IN I DUNNO
AND THEN SH HAS BEEN BUGGING ME TO MAKE HER A GAM
Jeff the Killer Oneshot"I do... hope to see you tomorrow, you three. And Jeff, please don't perform what you displayed earlier ever again."
The mutilated teen shrugged and put his hands behind his head.
As soon as the trio was out the door, the female of the group smiled and faced her friends. "Hey, how about an Overealm run for some coffee?" she asked.
Jeff pretended to yawn and stretched. "I've sort of put up with enough people for one day," he said.
"Surely you wouldn't miss out on an opportunity to see some person's blood spray all over you?" the girl urged, inching closer to him with every word.
Jeff pushed her face out of the way and walked past her. "Whatever. But you're buying."
The girl did a sarcastic curtsey and walked behind the house they were just in.
The other boy rocked back and forth on his feet in front of the well as his friends jumped in. Then he gingerly stepped in and fell.
The trio shot back out, rather painfully, onto the earthen floor of the forest. Quickly, they all transformed to l
1PtaliaxReaderx2Ptalia: Gakuen Madness PT. 1[A/N]: Aaaand here is the start of using slangs. Y e ah
"Fucking Christ! We're going to be late! Vlad, hurry the fuck up!" You screamed as you sprinted out of your house. You are (First Name) (Last Name), also known as South (Country Name). Vlad, or Vladimir (Last Name) is your older brother, who represents North (Country Name). Your brother soon caught up with you and smacked you upside the head. "Don't talk to your elders like that!" He growled. You elbowed him in response. "I can talk to you however I want, punk!" You growled back. Neither you nor Vlad are the morning types, so you usually take your grumpiness out on each other.
World's International Academy, a school both you and Vlad goes to, is the greatest school in the world, so you say. The building is split to two, one for the 'first players', another for the 'second players'. Three years being in school, you and Vlad still didn't quite understand it, but didn't really felt bothered by it, because let's face
Missing ScarvesThe young troll sprinted through the grocery store, Weaving in and out of the aisles she struggled to keep sight of the thief. Her footsteps slapped loudy against the tile floor and other customers growled at her when their feet were stepped upon. Wincing, (name) (the troll) swiftly apologized whie sprinting. Her long grey scarf loosened around her neck but it went un noticed. Arms pumping (name) dove forward and caught the back and grey stripped feline in her arm.
~Place Skip Brought to you by a insomia stricken author~
Eridan yawned and stretched his arms above his head. Gamzee had towed him, Karkat, Sollux and Terezi along with to the store for some damn reason. 'Land dwellers make no glubbin' sense some times' the royal troll thought in annoyance. His scarf draped fabulously over his shouder and glasses perched easily upon his face Eridan strode after Gamzee
Book Of Days - Part 12Chapter 12 -18th. Day of the Ninth Month, Year 10 AE.
The following hoof full of days seemed to pass excruciatingly slowly, O diary, as we essentially camped out inside a house, living like vagabonds among our boxes of belongings. It did not seem meet to begin unpacking in earnest until dear Cookie and her family joined us, so that as one we could decide how our newfound dwelling would be divided among us.
I was most impatient to return to my research on the confounded sky beacon, but I dared not begin in earnest lest I would be obliged to stop again and throw in a hoof at helping to set up our household once our erstwhile earth ponies arrived.
Thus, I mostly laid out in the fields around Paradise Estate with Crimson and his viol, passing the languid late summer days watching little Dawn caper and explore among the wildflowers. Well, in truth I did not lay so much as pace furrows in the ground and grump to all and sundry. (And thus the student becomes as her master. Mayhap I should sti
Sleepover- Ch1"Hey-No! Wait!" Dallas hissed, rushing across the road after her sister, "Tasja get back here!" she cried frantically, "Stop walking! No- Don't!"
Natasja grinned deviously at her sister as she approached Phineas and tapped his shoulder.
"Tajsa! Stop! Get back here-" she let out a shriek and whirled herslef around the corner and out of sight when Phineas turned around.
He smiled warmly at the girl in front of him, and tilted his head to the side curiously.
"Hiya Tasja," he smiled happily "Ferb's inside."
"Thanks, Phineas," She smiled "But that's not why I'm here. I actually came to talk to you."
"Oh, Okay. What's up?"
"It's about Dallas." his cheeks ignited a deep red
"Uh," he squeaked "What about her?"
"I was wondering..." Dallas watched her sister in silent horror "If you would go out with her."
Phineas' blush darkened impossibly
"Wha- y-you mean li-like a d-date?" he stuttered out nervously
Natasja grinned in false innocence
"Not 'like a date'," she smirked "A date"
"Uh... Yeah" he n
Pokeparody 1: The Journey Begins((Ok, I know this was taken down before, but that was because there was a small issue that popped up, but that's been taken care of. Now, you can enjoy the PokeParody series~!))
Episode 1: The Journey Begins!
(Before hand notes:
-This parody will only be more enjoyable and easier to understand if you're familiar with the Pokemon games, like X/Y (especially), Black, Red, or Blue
-Anything in between "[ ]" is meant to represent a text box appearing
-We've never really introduced Purotekuta (Gray, Kippy, Silvia, Digger, and Rommy) in any CF/SS Productions things before, so let us just point out that they're the EXACT REAL Wolf-chan (Kippy), Morgan (Digger), Shelby (Silvia), Gray (Dakota), and Tammy (Rommy), not the differing oc recreations you're most likely familiar with in the CF series and "Kyukyoku No Shi" (although said oc!recreations occur alongside them)
-Pokemon have the ability to talk in this parody)
Purotekuta excitedly entered Proffesor Acorn's lab, Kippy, Gray, Digger, Silvia
The Tale of Stratos - Chapter 10Hey everybody, in case you haven't caught up, let me fill you in. I'm Stratos, I was an ordinary 19 year old living an everyday boring life like anybody else. Until one Friday night, my TV was shining a white light and pulled me in. Then I ended up in the world of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. There I befriended the Mane Six, the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and Spike, and learned that I got pulled into The Network. Last time, Rarity offered to make me new clothes for me to wear since my sleeping clothes were dirty after being used for four days. Twilight even helped me get infinite battery life to my 3DS and iPhone, and found the spell that'll help me travel to different worlds of The Network. After I received my new clothes from Rarity and got my sleeping clothes washed, I said my goodbyes and departed from their world. Now it's time for me to find someone that could help me escape The Network.
The World of Duel Monsters!
Tupple and Toft - IntroThe halls of Chudmore Manor are long and wide, well-lit and uncluttered. The rooms are spacious (except the water closet, which is a claustrophobic as the name suggests), and the ceilings are high.
Most importantly though, the cupboards are locked.
When I say ‘cupboard,’ I mean it in the broadest sense of the word. By the loosest of definitions, ‘cupboard’ here refers to all pantries, cabinates, hope-chests, baby-grands, secretary desks, potato barrels, and of course cupboards, in the house.
The reason for this is - basically - Vikings. Other things too of course, like dinosaurs, robots, wandering royalty, strangler vines, nasty odors, the color wellow, Babylonians, luchadors, and rats. Mostly though, it’s Vikings.
However, it should be stated that just locking the cupboards is often not enough to keep things in their places. Today for example, something had got through the piano in the study, and it was now causing the residents of Chudmore Manor a
Truth or Dare 1Annette: Okay, hey we actually managed to get a total of 2.
Din’onichi: How’dya manage that?
Annette: Noooo idea... But anyways! The first one’s for Angelic, Toby and Demonic from Courtney. Is there anyone you guys hate, and if so, who?
Toby: Uuuuuhhhh... Ummmm... John? Din? Future Lalna... Mmmm... Think that’s it...
Angelic: Weeeeeellll... *eyes wander over to looking right at demonic*
Demonic: I don’t like what Hei’an has become. I was fine before with him. I just, REALLY don’t like him now.
Annette: M’kay, next one! For Demonic.
Demonic: Yay- wait I don’t have to do anything dumb do I?
Annette: Not yet! Kayhope just wanted to know what your favourite food is.
Demonic: Oh! Okay! Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh.... Trifle! That’s the best dessert EVER. It’s just. Omnomnom, brownies, wip cream, scor bits, and pudding type stuff all together, omnomnom.
Annette: Pff. Yeah I like trifle too. Mmmmmmmmmm- But, er, um- Anyways! That’s ev
Get Him!Chapter 8: Pies and Jokes
Alex followed the scent. It seemed impossible that there would be an apple pie in a deep and dark forest. Still, he couldn’t help it. The delicious aroma of apple and cinnamon made his mouth water, and his hunger overcame every rational thought.
As he walked closer, the scent got stronger. He shuddered on the possibility of a trap, but he was too curious to stop now. As he peered through the shrub, he saw it. A delicious apple pie, resting in a clearing, bathed in the piercing sunlight that seemed to shower it in heavenly praise.
Alex gazed at the pie, drooling with his tongue hanging out. He quickly looked around. Why would anyone, or anypony, leave a pie right in the middle of a forest? It seemed like the most obvious trap in recorded history. Still, feeling the hunger gnawing at him from the inside, Alex decided to risk it and ventured carefully out of the shrub.
He darted from one bush after another, popping up once or twice to look for any sign of d
Ask the Pastas!My best friend :iconask-kaalai-m: Are doing an Ask The Creepypastas section! We'e doing it on both accounts. Ask away!
Masky and Hoody
Pinkie Pie (Cupcakes)
Marie and Josephine
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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