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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, Nyra (the troll) swiftly apologized whie sprinting. Her long grey scarf loosened around her neck but it went un noticed. Arms pumping Nyra 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 as
The All-Alex Rejects Chapter 5“And here we are,” Alex Jr. said, “The Eastern Brain Penitentiary.” Alex Jr. lowered the paper. Paeton, Morgana, and Alex Jr. looked at the building. It was a dark and forbidding place, constructed of concrete and metal. The sky was pitch black around it. “Erm…Maybe Mars is somewhere else. Somewhere…less forbidding.”
“Hey, you got the map,” Paeton said, “You’re the only one who knows where he went. And if you wasted 2 hours trying to get that map, then we are sure as Hell going in there and finding Mars in there…” She grabbed Alex Jr. by his tie. “Or I will strangle you with your own tie. Understand?!”
“If you do kill me, could I have a last request of getting to cop a feel?” Paeton started to tighten Alex Jr.’s tie. It became harder for him to breathe.”Okay,” he choked, “I’ll keep my mouth shut.” Paeton let go and he loosened his tie
A D VENTURE SS OF HUMAN AND BUNch AP T E RUN O
wha t the hekcle th E BU N S CR EEECHE D
hyol shti why i am curisgn im only 12 yelled human back
thjiss is ridiculosu you st ar ted this huamn the bun raced iinto sunset
ik ubnny i know a signle tear falls on human fa ce
Prelude- The RegulatorRegee stubled through the abondoned house.
'Damn. Stupid demon. Oh well. A couple scratches was worth it for 11 souls.'
He continued through knocking over some pans. They crashed to the floor.
Soon after came a loud screech and rapid footsteps, so big that the ground rumbled. A giant head poked in through a window. Regee turned to face his opponent. What he saw was what looked like a dog that went through the devil's blender.
The thing opened what looked like could be a mouth, and a demoic voice said, 'What's your name, pet. I always like to know my next meal's name, pet.'
He had to give it credit. For giant slobbering, disgusting demon dog that looks like a relative of lady gaga, it had some manners.
'Well if you insist. I am Regulus Leeubul, also known as the Regulator, member of the DWMA and personal weapon to Lord Death. And who are you?'.
The thing chuckled. 'Dorsow. 3rd
Savior-Final 1D Trollfic-Chapter 18maklemore:Let's recap:
We all wicked and desire sin
But imagine a world where no one kept there desires in
If something was called right cuz' simply we desired it
When yo' right goes against my right, who's right would win
As for being born that way
I should never see ya'll
Ever see use a word like "retard"
To describe someone who was born a little differently than we are
I guess down syndrome really isn't a thing ya'll
What do we call yo' syndrome?
Oh, that term is offensive now when it hits home?
So, what gives you the right to call the way he was born a defect?
I call yours a defect, you feel it's disrespect
You don't believe in God?
Hey, the universe says if we all gay
We either die off or have to do it God's way
And God loves you no matter what you struggle with
At least struggle tho, don't just give up and quit
Forget how you were born
We were all born in sin
But Christ died for your sin
You can be born again (Praise God for forgiveness)
We were all born in sin
But Christ died so
Trickstar's Happiness ProloguePrologue
Only a few days, a lot happened for two ponies in a matter of thirty minutes which then lasted the rest of day. They considered this as the darkest hour between them, one that decided the need, the desire of change and fate.
These two ponies were Trickstar, a sweet, mild mannered earth pony magician and Nightswitch, a beautiful, caring unicorn who considered herself as a transpony. At first their relationship was relatively quiet, since they themselves are somewhat shy and it took one to step forward and say something to start a conversation. This event happened during any standard day at Cirrus city's high school.
In the average sized classroom, it was break and the lessons were going to resume in around ten minutes time. Unusually, many of the classmates were already in and early, since most of the students just turn up late, due to the laid-back atmosphere.
On the back table, was Trickstar, he had to sneak in early to avoid the many ponies who did not like him. Sitting alon
Tale of a Dog Ch. 5 Throwing up is a very natural thing to do after coming to your senses. If you had flakes of meat that you didn’t know were there, and were from some unknown animal, you would have done it to. I’m certain that others of my kind can go on and on about the taste of blood, or the feel of flesh, but it must be an acquired taste. What no one bothers to remind you is that blood contains a lot of iron, and tastes like it quite a bit.
The vomit burned both the ground and my nose with its stench. The snow around it steamed away, and soaked the bile into the soil. I wiped my mouth with my arm, little bits left over on my fur. I quickly rubbed it off onto the snow, and got up slowly. Every muscle hurt from it. Not a serious cramp like before, but everything was tender.
My eyes adjusted to the dim glow of the moon, lighting the snow like a candle
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