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Tell me, who am I? Let me give you some hints. Remember that girl who commit suicide last year? I was the one who whispered into her ear that everyone would be better off without her. When you had depression for several months, I was the one that told you that you were worthless. That panic over the anthrax hoax last month? I was the one that spread the paranoia. That man that killed his own brother just last week, when they were both trapped in a mine? I was the one that told him it was his life or his brother’s. And most importantly: I’m the one that made you cry. I made her cry. I made him cry. I made them cry. When you had a minor argument with your best friend, I convinced you that it was your fault, and that she would never forgive you. I made you angry at everyone. I made everyone angry at you, or at least, made you think that they were. I made you hate them. I made you afraid of every little “mistake” that you made, and convinced you that you were making
Random Written Meme~RULES::
1) Pick 6 characters in any order
2) Don't change the questions
3) Please don't look at the questions while picking characters, it's more fun if you don't!
4) Tag 2-5 people to do the meme (if you want)
5) Have fun!
PICK SIX CHARACTERS::
[Note: These characters are from different stories unless otherwise stated.]
1. "Patches". Patches doesn't have a name, or a gender. The name Patches was given to them by two people they tend to pester a lot. They're very naive and won't know if someone is angry or trying to hurt them unless they are physically attacked. (S)he practically lives on a diet of sugar, and is generally happy-go-lucky. Their appearance is strange, having random patches of different skin colors, and beige hair.
2. Alexa. Alexa is a horror junky living with her hyper roommate Jacky. It's pretty obvious that she's from the south due to her accent, though it isn't the heaviest accent ever. She has a sh
Script For 'Fight With the Devil'Characters: Ben (Brown messy hair. T-shirt/hoodie and jeans)
Ulrick (Black messy hair. Anything as long as the clothes are black)
Setting: An abandoned school in an abandoned town that has seen much better days.
[Ben is walking around the remains of his school. All is quiet, aside from the sound of the wind. He stops in front of a dying tree and has a quick flash back to when he was a kid and would climb on the tree. Childish laughter can be heard. He comes back to the present and looks down while sighing.]
Ben: [says to himself] Why did this have to happen?
[The sound of a snapping twig and Ben immediately turns to the sound, gaining a fighting stance]
Ben: [Not afraid but suspicious] Who’s there?!
Ulrick: [Not on camera. Creepy monotone] It’s me, Benny.
[Camera quickly pans over to see Ulrick standing on some rubble]
Ben: [Surprised] Ulrick? What happened to you?
Ulrick: I got tired of being weak that’s what happened. [Slowly starts walking towards Ben] And I got to
One and Only Friend 3 days. 3 days since the plane crashed in the desert. Erick couldn't remember much. The rest of his memory was fine except for the day of the crash. He sat in thought, trying to figure things out. Why was he the only one on the plane? Why was he on the plane in the first place? As he thought, he pulled his pitch black hair out of his face. Wait, black? His hair was naturally red. Did he dye it? He must have been missing more of his memory than he originally thought. He sat there in thought, trying to take his focus away from his hunger pains and dry throat.
He was still deep in thought when movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention: A small fox had approached him out of curiosity. He stared back at the fox out of just as much curiosity. Its fur was the same color as the sand except for the tip of its tail, which was black. Its ears were rather long, and if he had
30Warning: This story contains violence. If you don't like violence, then don't read it.
The heavy metal door creaked open, having not been tended to or even oiled in years. A tall man around his fifties with grey, tired eyes walked in. He wore an army uniform with stars that clearly marked him as a colonel. His hair was already showing signs of grey through his light brown hair.
He looked at the man whose hands were tied behind his back, and the man was staring right back at him with all the contempt he could manage in his eyes. The man assumed that it was difficult to tell the original colour of his own hair, as it was likely caked with dirt and grease both from his living conditions from the past month and lack of bathing. What he was wearing before was next to impossible to tell as now it appeared to be more like rags. He was relatively young, in his twenties, though he suspected that he appeared much older by now. The colonel sighed.
Two LoversTwo lovers
I AskedI asked
I asked the blood why it was red,
And it ran and dripped into a large crimson pool
I asked the knife why it was silver,
And it fell to the floor with a clatter
I asked the wound why it was in pain,
And it stung like white hot needles
I asked her to stop,
And she did and smiled like an insane man that had just been set free
I asked her why she did it,
And she forced her hands around my throat
I asked myself what I had done,
And the air in my lungs disappeared into burning
The air had left
The hands had left
And I kept quiet
"And everything was perfect."
GhostI woke up in a white room. However, the room was... strange. It looked old, torn apart, rotten and dirty. I tried to stand up, but my ankle screamed at me. I grabbed onto a lamp pole to help myself off of the ground. I grunted a little from the pain, but I tried to keep a straight face. I slowly limped over to the door, and opened it just enough to look outside: Nothing but an empty hallway. I sighed and opened the door the rest of the way.
I slowly edged out into the hallway, and when I turned around I saw that the walls were stained with faded, blood red letters. The letters spelled the words, "Am I pretty?" I looked to the end of the hall, and found that the same question was written over and over again, getting less and less faded as it neared the end. I suddenly felt my stomach drop. What if someone is here? And what if that really is blood? I slowly made my way over to the end of the h
SecretListen closely I'll tell you a secret,
Though I feel I may regret it
We are so close, too
But can I really trust you?
I do not know how you will react,
Tell me our friendship will remain intact
I do not know what to do,
Tell me that I can trust you
I don't want to live in fear,
Tell me that you'll still be here
It seems my heart is always sore,
But if I leave it'll hurt much more
I want to tell you all about my problems,
But will you be able to solve them?
Why is it that I feel this pain,
When there is not a thing to gain?
I don't desire for you to be cross,
I've already suffered so much loss
If I one day disappear,
No one will know that I'm not here
Please promise me that you'll know,
Promise me you'll do so!
I disire for this friendship to last,
Explain to me what I do not grasp
This secret is killing me!
Just hear my plea!
Won't you listen to my tale?
Let me lift the veil
Please listen from start to end,
I just need my friend!
You're always so sympathetic,
I'll never get it
Do you s
William T. Spears - Let it GoAfter a long day of Hard work, William snapped and burst out into song and dance in the middle of the office...
Paperwork glows white on the desk tonight
Not a coffee break to be seen
An office of isolation,
And it looks like I’m the Supervisor.
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn’t keep it in, dispatch knows I tried
Don’t let them in, don’t let them see
Be the good reaper you always have to be
Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know
Well, now they know
*Throws paperwork into the air*
Let it go, let it go
Can’t hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door
I don’t care
What they’re going to say
Let the work rage on,
The overtime never bothered me anyway
It’s funny how some distance
Makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me
Can’t get to me at all
It’s time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
No right, no wrong
How do you solve a problem like Grell-a?(Sung by Undertaker, Eric, William, Alan, and Ronald)
He climbs a tree and scrapes his knee
His dress has got a tear
He waltzes on his way to Dispatch
And whistles on the stair
And underneath his gloves
He has polish on his nails
I even heard his singing in the office
He’s always late for reaping
But his penitence is real
He’s always late for everything
Except for every meal
I hate to have to say it
But I very firmly feel
Grell-a’s not an asset to the Dispatch
I’d like to say a word in his behalf
Grell-a makes me laugh
How do you solve a problem like Grell-a?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means Grell-a?
A flibbertijibbet! A will-o’-the wisp! A clown!
Many a thing you know you’d like to tell him
Many a thing he ought to understand
But how do you make him stay
And listen to all you say
How do you keep a wave upon the sand
Oh, how do you solve a problem like Grell-a?
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?
The Normal RoutineWARNING! This isn't a story about someone getting stuffed and popping, its a story WITH a person getting stuffed and exploding. What's the difference? Well read this long story and find out
The air was chilly, the ground was cold, the view was hazy but the hands around her were nice and warm. Wait, hands?
The girl shot up to a sitting position, startling the two hospitable creatures around her. They were two, two hairy, frightened, wide eyed trolls. She must happened knocked out and brought here by these trolls. The girl looked down and realized that she had been changed into a warmer, fuzzier coat.
"Where's my clothing?" asked the girl, receiving a look of confusion from the trolls. They must be nearly her size, small critters.
"We threw them away," spoke up the first troll, dressed in his icy blue winter coat, "They were wet and didn't seem optimal for such a cold atmosphere."
"Also, it made you lo
Crack-Filled Hetalia School Life MemePick Ten Random Characters:
7. 2p!Canada (Double the Canadian smexiness. OH YUS.)
1. It's time for school and you're just about ready to go. Just then, someone knocks on your door so that you two can walk to the bus stop together. It's #5 [Russia]! How do you greet each other this fine morning?
Russia: Hello comrade Sharnnah! You ready to go now, da?
Me (Sharnnah): Yep! Let's go! *Walks out of my house, locks the door, and walks alongside Russia*
Russia: Have you finished your math assignment, sunflower?
Me: Eh... No... I haven't even started it yet...
Russia: Oh, but it's due today.
Me: *Mentally facepalms* Biscuits...
Russia: Why has comrade Sharnnah not even start on her assignment yet?
Me: Because Sharnnah thinks it's more fun to watch anime and browse DeviantART than do Math. *Pouts and mutters* That and I can’t do math.
Russia: Silly sunflower, you should always do yo
The Palm ReaderA MAN WALKS INTO A TENT-LIKE ROOM FILLED WITH YOUR TYPICAL MYSTIC TRINKETS, AMULETS, CRYSTAL BALLS, ETC.
Fortune Teller: (offstage) Come in! Sit down.
Man: (takes a seat)
Fortune Teller: (walks onstage) Hello. Welcome. You are here to have your fortune read, I presume.
Fortune Teller: Well then, hold out your right hand with a toonie in it. These readings aren't for free you know.
Man: I understand. (holds out palm with toonie in it)
Fortune Teller: (takes the money) Thank you. (sits down and begins studying palm)
Man: (looks at fortune teller studying his palm)
Fortune Teller: (continues to study palm for a while) A-ha!
Man: What? What is it? What do you see?
Fortune Teller: (suddenly slaps the man and stands up) You just lost two dollars, sucker! (runs away laughing wickedly and comically)
Man: (just stands there dumbfounded for a moment)
just another tailJust another ordinary tail
Little mermaid au
Ashton David is just your everyday average kid right, no he is a prince. Well a merman to be precise, but he wants nothing more than to get legs and finally meet the beautiful red head he saved from drowning. But when he gets to land he meets a stranger that intrigues him more than anything else. With two crushes and the government on his tail it is sure to be interesting. Oh did I forgot to mention if doesn't choose someone and have a true loves kiss he can fall in love again. Sounds easy right… no. but ash has always loved a challenge.
Hunter x Hunter: Chatgroup (CRACK) Part 2HUNTER X HUNTER CHAT GROUP PART 2
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hunter x Hunter or its characters. Togashi sensei owns them :3
DanchouSpidersRule: IS NOBODY GOING TO HELP ME. IM NEW TO THIS YOU KNOW.
JajankenGUU: Ohayou minna san~~
BungeeGumJoker: Good morning, my sweet little fruit~~~
JajankenGUU: YEEAAARRGGHHHHH KILLUA HELP ME
Killu2cool4u: Hisoka!! Leave Gon alone for crying out loud! -___-
/BungeeGumJoker sent a photo/
JajankenGUU: WAAAHHHHH WHAT IS THAT
AssassinForHire: Hisoka, I'm sure nobody is interested in your glowing dick.
Killu2cool4u: HISOKA YOU BASTARD. Gon! Don't look!
JajankenGUU: WAAAAHHHHHH TT__TT
SpidersUcKuruta: ... Too late.
JajankenGUU: Killua... I... I wet my pants because I was too shocked ;-;
Killu2cool4u: NANI???? HISOKA GO TO HELL
BungeeGumJoker: Ooohhhh My little fruit is wet~~
AssassinForHire: Remind me why I'm still friends with you.
BungeeGumJoker: ^_^ Because you love me~~ ;D
Hey guys.TT: Hey.
D. Strider: hey dirk
TT: Bro. Dude. The power went out.
D. Strider: eugh, what did you do this time
TT: I need to see if you won anything.
TT: I didn't do anything, thank you.
TT: There's lightning.
D. Strider: well usually when the power goes out its because youve over estimated the generators power during one of your projects
D. Strider: well as long as theres light thats good
TT: It's a storm this time, I swear.
TT: No, there isn't. The power is out.
TT: Gone, dead.
D. Strider: out, got it
TT: Did you win anything?
D. Strider: stay safe kiddo
TT: I have my phone.
TT: Did you?
D. Strider: yeah i did
TT: I don't know how you do it.
TT: It's ... awful, really.
D. Strider: you sorta just
D. Strider: suck it up and go up there
TT: I hate crowds.
TT: I hate people in general.
TT: You better have mentioned me.
D. Strider: yup dedicated it to my amazing lil brother
TT: Which one is this?
D. Strider: i know you do, if im honest i
Hunter x Hunter: Chatgroup (CRACK)HUNTER X HUNTER CHATGROUP
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hunter x Hunter or its characters. Togashi sensei owns them :3
/BungeeGumJoker created this group/
/JajankenGUU was added/
/Killu2cool4u was added/
/SpidersUcKuruta was added/
/AssassinForHire was added/
BungeeGumJoker: Ja~~ That's all I can think of~~ Who else should I add to this group chat?~
Killu2cool4u: Hisoka what the heck is this about -.-
JajankenGUU: Nee~ What's this? A chat? Cool! Who else is in here?
BungeeGumJoker: It's a nice little group for us to talk in, Ringo-chan~ *smiles*
Killu2cool4u: Hisoka are you really that lame.
/BungeeGumJoker changed the group name to "Ringo-chan and friends~"
Killu2cool4u: ... Pardon me. Yes you are.
SpidersUcKuruta: Why am I even here?
JajankenGUU: Because Hisoka added you? By the way, who are you? O.o
SpidersUcKuruta: Gon, it's me. Kurapika.
JajankenGUU: Oh! But your username... *scratches head* Ohhhh~ Souka! Heheh~
AssassinForHire: I swear I'll kill whoever changed my username.
Script For 'First Day' Script
Characters: Glenn (Male), Huldra (female), Nick (Male) [Cocky], and background characters
*Glenn and Huldra are standing in the classroom, talking about stuff. Nick is standing close by, but not a part of their conversation.*
Glenn: Ugh, first day of school.
Huldra: I know. It sucks. Can’t wait to be overloaded with homework. (sarcasm)
Glenn: I know. My name’s Glenn. Yours?
Huldra: Huldra. Nice to meet you.
Nick: [Turns around and looks at them.] Whoa, hold on a minute. Did I hear you right? [Laughs a bit, and looks at Huldra.] Your name is Huldra?
Huldra: [A little offended] …Yeah.
Nick: [Bursts out laughing.] Oh my god! Your name is so weird!
Huldra: [Hurt, but hides it behind indifference. Voice shakes a little.] I was named after a creature from Norse mythology.
Nick: [Still laughing.] That’s even weirder! You’re a monster, then?! [Laughs even harder.]
Glenn: [Not am
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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