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Go back to being youHigh as I've ever been, more drugs than I've ever taken. I ran through the forest, petrified, the giant rabbit had been chasing me. He threatened to bring the memory of love back, or the memory of how daddy never loved me.
I ran right into a little girl, no older than five years old. A long chestnut braid messily cascading down her back, sad solemn eyes that looked up at me, her clothes were tattered, she had been running from something too as mud was smudged on her face and hands.
"I am sorry to run into you miss." She spoke, a voice like a little bird. Something about her sparked a feeling of remorse in me.
"Where are you headed my dear child?" I asked lightly, holding back the tears as I realized exactly who that poor child had been.
"My mum and dad they." She paused, eyes lingering on a golden locket secured to my neck. Her hands numbly reached up to her collar, and with a tug on her neck, the same locket fell onto her chest. A pang went off deep in the pit of my stomach, as she so
Hollow.:.Empty.:.GoneI am hollow; cold and bitter as snow itself. Numb is word that can describe what I have become, lifeless is another. I find me trying to surround myself with things that once filled me with joy just to watch; the Christmas tree, my good friends bicker, or the view rushing past my car window; I feel nothing though. Not a tinge of happiness. Even a heavenly tear hasn't slid from my eyes, they remain dry. The activities and people bustled about in a blur around me, I cannot even focus my eyes to notice them. I don't hardly notice; let alone care about the physical anguish either now, whether it's burning water on my naked back, or the frosty air nipping at my skin. I am always uncomfortable, even in the shelter of my bed. It's like my soul escaped my body, in fogs of winter air in front of my face kissing me goodbye bitter sweetly. I abandoned myself I guess you could say, lost every ounce of hope that once ran through my veins, I'm filled with gaping holes, emptiness, almost like their w
Hatred brewingClass had grown boring, so I searched with my eyes about for something to amuse me for the remaining minutes. Spotting a happy couple, I quickly looked away to void the burst of jealousy I'd get if I stared for too long. So I just dazed off into space, not really focused on anything, just emerged in my own thoughts.
I was glad no one could hear my thoughts, they'd be sickened at the thought of how much hate I held in my heart for most of them. They'd also soon realize my desire to live somewhere else and my hatred for this place and the lies that came dripping from their tongues like venom. It amazed me, how one could be so full of false claims it came just spewing out like their own guts. If lying to impress people I dislike was truly the only way to be happy, I hated happiness, amongst as much as it hated me.
My eyes focused once again as the bell sounded and I was dismissed to my haven, my home, to my bed and my blankets who never did me wrong, and I did the same favor.
TonightThe snow was falling in puffs, floating to the ground illuminated by street lamps. The air was cruel against my skin, I probably should've planned better for the weather. My breath, clouding up like smoke in front of my face, they all stood around me lighting their smokes; inhaling their drugs, and tobacco. Even though I stood amongst them, I felt empty, alone, quite like I would laying in bed at home. None of them noticed my lack of speech, they all were too occupied pushing each other around, laughing like hyenas in the wintery night. Their fumes stung my nose, so I strode off in disgust. I knew deep down I was also guilty of the influence of smoking, but that didn't change the way I felt about it. The white snowflakes were all I had, and the eery glow of the towering lights. Cloudy it was, I didn't even have my stars and the moon was missing. The snow was my only companion, brushing along my cheeks and falling into my hair. One would say it was quite a depressingly beautiful s
Scarlett Ren Information YoFull Name: Scarlett Rosaline Ren
Height: Five foot eight inches
Weight: 109 lbs
Sexual Orientation: Bi curious
Hair Colour: Dark Brown with light brown tips
Likes: Seafood, writing, rain, sleep, big blankets, woodland creatures, and campfires
Dislikes: Short hair, flesh wounds, asparagus, most rap music, country, warthogs, and bad breath
Musical Preference: Slow music such as Bon Iver, Julia and Angus Stone, Iron and Wine, Daughter and Coeur de Pirate
Male preferences: Tall, skronny, longish hair, dark hair, green eyes, paler, willingness to slow dance and cuddle
Female preference: Curvy, tall, long legs, darker skinned, dark hair, bambi eyes, and a nice smile
Scarlett Ren grew up in a small town population 1,209. At the age of thirteen she moved to a big city, that quite resembles New York but a bit smaller and more northern. She is currently attending twelfth grade at a public high school. She is crushing on her best friend at the moment (to be worked on.)Scarlett
Little Girl Lost HerselfLittle girl, who's smile was so bright;
lost her way, in the night.
Young girl, who's thoughts were so clean;
soon found out, that they'd turn mean.
Teenage girl, who's eyes used to shine;
wanted to be small, so she refused to dine.
Grown woman, who's wrinkles have come;
she found herself particularly numb.
She finds herself sad, As sad as sad can be
so she creates her fate, you will see;
this depressed little girl;
She set herself free.
AmericaXReader - The Perfect DayYou and your best friend Alfred were spending the day together. Today you and him were at the arcade, playing a lot of cool games. You've always sort of had feelings for your best friend, though you never had the courage to admit it since he seemed so oblivious to your obvious gestures, like when you laughed at all of his jokes even though they weren't that funny; you listened to him when he ranted about being at Arthur's place, and you even met Tony. Meeting Tony should've been the ultimate sign. But you never complained, you were happy enough just spending time with him.
"Haha! The hero prevails!" America shouted causing everyone in the arcade to turn and stare.
You just shook your head and smiled at his victory. "I guess you beat me again."
"Air hockey is my sport! I'm a genius!" he gloated causing you to glare at him a bit.
"Oh come on I just let you win!" You shouted.
"Aww! Are you
Renabration (Renamon Body Swap)
I clacked away once more at the keys of my keyboard as I looked at my Deviantart account. To my shock, I found that I had just reached 10,000 views! I scratched my chin with my index finger, as I pondered on what to do next. How should I celebrate? Should I get drunk and play Skyrim for eight hours? Should I beat up Phil? Should I write a poem about the inner-workings of Dragon's Crown? Should I go on a magical quest to find seven wish-granting orbs? I sat there impatiently, and continued to stew in my thoughts. What could I possibly do that I haven't done already? Just as I was about to give up hope on writing something new and unique, I heard the garbage cans at the back of my house fall over.
It was that stupid neighborhood cat again, I knew it! Even Ziggy wouldn't pull this kind of crap, all he ever does is steal my body! That other cat likes to knock over my trash cans constantly, he's much more of a pain than Ziggy was! I got off the chair, and walked briskly down the stairs. I t
How to play... A NosferatuI love Nossies. Nossies are awesome! They're not played enough by beginners however. But they should! Why so?
Well, because they're the most communal Clan, which make them, oddly, one of the best clans for new players to try and embrace the Masquerade (and the Requiem too). Their community makes it a perfect clan to groom new players into Pen and Paper
As they have a very tight clan system, with an actual solidarity in between their members, the Nosferatu clan offers a wide variety of options to bring PCs to do something ; this way, a Nosferatu player does not need a personal agenda ; just his elders, his sire, or the brotherhood sending them in for the job because "your skills are the most suited, plus this way you meet.. the others". The Nosferatu PC will create his or her own agenda as they're learning how to play, and they're getting to know the city.
Consider the first scenario of the Nosferatu PC "outside" as the Amish teen kids having
Sound off's rants:Terrible ponies/bad pony OCs
Sound Off: You know what I hate? The terrible ponies or bad pony OC tumbler or twitter or I really don't give a buck accounts. I personally like to call them bossy bronies, you know why? Because they think there the boss of pony OCs well guess what? NO ONE GIVES A PONYS PLOT! You can't tell them how to make there OC or change it! The owner can keep it that way and guess what? You use the word Mary Sue to much! Do you even know the definition?! Mary-Sue. A female fanfiction character who is so perfect as to be annoying. The male equivlalent is the Marty-Stu. Often abbreviated to "Sue". A Mary Sue character is usually written by a beginning author. Often, the Mary Sue is a self-insert with a few "improvements" like better body, more popular, etc. The Mary Sue character is almost always beautiful, smart, etc... In short, she is the "perfect" mare. The Mary Sue usually falls in love with the author's favorite character or characters and winds up upstaging all of the other characters
Sound off's rants: Cloppers
Sound off: I had to do this one sooner or later.. And Sorry to Sketches friends that are kinda one but this had to be done. The brony jerks that jerk off to a girls show.. Image if the creators and voice actors saw those.. Oh dear celestia! Don't even get me started in the yaoi and yuri shit! (Even if some of her friends are gay) well back to topic. Why does rule 34 even exist? Especially on deviantart! Of all websites I thought this one would be Holy.. Boy was I wrong! I know not all bronies are like that but the ones who are should be ashamed if them selves just because you don't have girlfriends don't mean you should masterbate to animals GO WATCH HENTAI OR HUMAN PORN YOU SICKOS! and ever since the ''wing boner'' and the thing with the horn.. Can't even say it just sickens me that you people use it so much. Shall I go on? I don't think I can or I'm gonna puke up my lunch.. To prove my point I'm gonna go link something to this soon... Soon you shall see that I was right! And, why do
Puppeteering A Smile (Puppet Body Swap)
I had a great time last night; it was just me and my friends hanging out. We always like to have a little party in March, right before the snow begins to melt. I slept good that night, and when I woke in the morning I was in for a pleasant surprise. I looked out the window with a smile plastered across my face. Winter had passed, and it was now Spring once again! The snow was melting, the birds were chirping and I was feeling great. After changing my clothes and brushing my teeth, I decided to head outside and enjoy the day. I walked over to the closet and threw on a sweater.
Once I opened the door, I was greeted by brisk and somewhat cold winds. It didn't bother me too much at all, because I had to deal with far worse weather during the previous season. I decided to take a walk around the street, and just see what was going on in town. As per usual, the town was insanely boring. Maybe it was because I was used to the bizarre situations of being a college student, but I still felt that
The City Feels like HomeWhen she was a child the city made her feel safe, the building stretched as far as she could see, reached far up into the clouds and creating the walls of her kingdom. Her entire world existed in 3 blocks, the tiny apartment she shared with her father and stepmother was on one, and two blocks away was her school. She knew every store, house and building on the way between, spent summers fearlessly roaming from dawn to dusk learning every inch. The streets burned themselves into her until she could close her eyes and still see them them on the inside of her eyelids. They belonged to her and she to them. As long as she stayed with her three block kingdom she was home.
She didn't think in hows and why when they came here, her young brain lived in every moment. It saw the bright lights and the buildings taller than the largest trees in the all of the forests she had ever seen. It saw the men and women slinking around in bright colours, dripping gold and diamonds and leaving glitter in t
TMNT Ch.1 The New CatI woke up to a normal morning, well ... That's what i thought a first. I went downstairs to say hi to my sister and have breakfast. We lost our parents in an accident when i was only 5 and a half and Skie was 6. We are exactly six months apart. She was born on March 4 and I was on August 6. We have two pets, a orange tabby cat and a purple fish.After I had my breakfast(which was eggs and toast) my friend Sophie and I went to our part time job. An ice cream parlor. Not joking, this is how we make our living. As I was walking back some guys were carrying a box into the TCRI building. They dropped the box and a glowing bluish greenish goo came out and landed on me. I felt a burning sensation on my shoulder. I went into and alley so I wouldn't cause a scene. I started to choke. I couldn't breath! I became light headed and fell into a sewer and passed out.
When I woke up, I was lying on the floor. 'hope that was a bad dream' i thought. When I lifted a head a little, I heard a voice say,
Battle Strategy Bibarel (HBB, geojoey99)Hello everyone, and welcome to my battle strategy on Bibarel. This is a late birthday gift for :icongeojoey99: and I'm sorry for not getting it done sooner. Anyway, here we go!
Nature: Adamant (+Attack, -Special Attack)
Moves: Skull Bash, Waterfall, Amnesia, and Thunder Wave
EV's: 252 hp, 252 attack, 4 special defence
Item: Weakness Policy
Ok, this was a fun battle strategy to do. I double checked on showdown, and Bibarel's ability simple does boost the effects of Weakness Policy, so that was a combo I couldn't pass up. Simple doubles the boosts and drops of stats change. For example, Defence Curl would give a +1 to defence, but with simple, it becomes a +2 to defence. Or with Curse, instead of giving a +1 to attack and defence and a -1 to speed, it gives +2 to attack and defence and a -2 to speed. I went with Adamant Nature so that it get's an attack boost while lowering special attack. Skull Bash is a egg move wi
Cloudy ThoughtsLaying there, eyes squeezed shut, his face clouded my thoughts. I had once heard someone say "You will never forget the face of the person who was your last hope.." How that struck me as one of the most accurate phrases, a lot of phrases were bullshit, such as "It gets better. Truly it does not get better for me or most, it continues to get worse until we are completely numb or end the emotions and feelings. His face back in my head again, he was once the hope I wouldn't have to be numb forever.
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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