Icons And Names On Deviant ArtIcons And Names On Deviant Art13 years ago in General Fiction
^_^ Here's a question I get asked A LOT ^_^
How To Put An Icon In One's Signature/Journal/Posts/Ect.
By Jaganshi Hiei
:icon name of the persons account:
^_^ Without the spaces, so it'd be
:icon yaoilovers: for us And it'd appear like :iconyaoilovers: when you take the spaces out!
^_^ To just put the NAME instead of it coming up as [link] or however it does after you finish typing the URL (Thats the link, for those who don't know), you simply replace the word "icon" with "dev"
so it'd look like this when you type it (take out the spaces to make it appear like this) yaoilovers it looks like :dev yaoilovers:
without the space between 'dev' and 'yaoilovers'.
^_^ hope that's helpful! Let me know if you have other questions
My favorite Icon QuotesSometimes when I say oh Im fine, I want someone to look me in the eyes and say tell the truthMy favorite Icon Quotes7 years ago in Free Verse
And shes scared to get close to anyone because everyone who said Ill be there Left
Should I smile cuz youre my friend or cry cuz thats all well ever be
Just once I want to fall in love and not have it hurt in the end
And she says she doesnt care anymore but the look in her eyes and the sound of her voice tells a different story
I know youre all alone in a crowd full of friends I can see it in your eyes youre fading again
Its funny how someone could break your heart and you still love them with all the little pieces
Why am I afraid to lose you when youre not even mine??
I am not as pretty as those girls in magazines
Im a daughter hiding my depression. Im a sister making a good
pay attention [aomine daiki x reader]pay attention [aomine daiki x reader]1 year ago in Romance
You didn't know why, but you enjoyed visiting your boyfriend, Aomine, everyday even though he was asleep half the time. Sometimes, he'd be awake—just barely—and you'd talk nonsense all night when his parents weren't home. And, yes, they almost never were.
Sometimes, he'd even give you his clothes to wear. It was usually a pair of sweats and a baggy shirt. You didn't mind though. His clothes were comfortable. They'd always linger with the scent of him or his laundry detergent. Surprisingly, he never failed to smell really good even with how lazy he was on a daily basis. You'd wonder, once in awhile, if he ever took showers. Good thing he did.
But, that's not really the point.
Tonight, you weren't even talking to him or nagging at him to stay awake with you until you fell asleep. You were minding your own business and it kinda bothered Aomine. No, it actually really ticked him off. He was just lying on his bed with his arms tucked under his head as a pillow, waiting for you t
Late Night Baking. Eren Jaeger x F!ReaderLate Night Baking. Eren Jaeger x F!Reader2 years ago in Fan Fiction
"Eren, stop-" You whipped your head to the side as the boy clapped a handful of flour in front of your face, staining your hair. He moved back from you as he grabbed his sides and began laughing obnoxiously. Grabbing your locks, you pulled off some of the flour that covered your strands of hair and smeared it onto Eren's face.
You let out a triumphant laugh as he blinked his eyes free of flour and shot you a revengeful glare. His glare lingered on you for a while, just before the boy turned around and held a spoonful of cinnamon inches from your face, a smug grin on his lips. You instinctively recoiled back and grimaced.
"Don't even think about it." You accusingly pointed at him as you gradually backed up.
Trudging towards you, Eren waved the spoon around and moved it in a snake-like motion, as if he were trying to feed a stubborn baby. "Come on," he purred, his voice so strangely attractive it caused you to visibly shiver.
"We still have to finish making those gingerbread cookie
I hate --I hate --5 years ago in Emotional
I hate that I have nothing better to do than to make this list.
I hate how I'm going to make about 43578978 typos while writing this.
I hate how I'm too lazy to go back and fix said typos.
I hate that I don't have word office or whatever to correct my typos.
I hate that my computer crashes every other month.
I hate how I still don't use a flash drive to back my work up.
I hate that I had so many unfinished, near-completion pictures I lost because of said crash.
I hate how long it takes me to finish art trades.
I hate how people take shit so seriously.
I hate that I used to take shit so seriously.
I hate how people can take the -internet- so seriously.
I hate that there will be those few select people who take these lists seriously.
I hate how out of those people, a few of them will pretend to take it seriously, but they really don't, and are just arguing for the lulz.
I hate how much I love reading do it for the lulz's stuff.
I hate yaoi.
I hate yaoi's incredibly scary fan base.
This is a SongThis is a song for the lost, the broken and the damned,This is a Song4 years ago in Free Verse
This is a song for the hopeless, the outgunned and the outmanned.
This is one for the sinners, and the non-believers too,
This is a song for all those people, people just like YOU!
This is the anthem of the normal, the oppressed and the abused,
This is a song for those people hidden from everybody's views.
This is the prayer of the unwanted, the unneeded and the small,
This is one for the unheeded, so let's give it our all!
This is a song for the people, who always just want to cry,
This is the anthem for those who have once wanted to die!
This is a song for all the people, that are dead inside,
This is a song for everyone, who has ever cried.
-by Forgotten-Reaper, 24th July 2012
Cat!BTT X Reader - Transformed -Part 1Cat!BTT X Reader - Transformed -Part 12 years ago in General Fiction
Cat! BTT X Reader
Part 1 of 4- Contest Prize for :iconanger-problems:
“So that’s what happened….”England sighed on the other line of the phone, as the rain poored down around your home in the suburbs.
You pinched your temple and thought at what he had just told you over the phone, a clap of thunder sounding in the distance.
Once again France had made some snarky remark to England about his looks, which seemed to tick the Englishman off to the point where he decided to curse the Frenchman.
He decided the best way to get the ‘frog’ back was to turn France’s luscious blond hair into a deep and crazy shade of pink or green that would make him look unstylish and tacky.
So England made a potion hid potion and made it look like a new fancy kind of wine that France would have just died to try. He even wrote a card that it was from Italy, so France would know that the wine would definitely be good, or at least a little less better than Fren
senpai [haruka nanase x reader]senpai [haruka nanase x reader]1 year ago in General Fiction
You were probably the only one who fully understood him. His love. His passion. His motivation. All of those feelings, just for the water. The water was a part of his life. It was a part of your relationship. Haruka, you and the water. That's how it always was. That's how it would always be.
When he saw the water, his eyes gleamed. But when he saw you, his heart raced.
Like him, you loved the water as well. Not particularly swimming in it, but just the water in general. It was beautiful, crisp and clear. It reminded you of him. How it simply resembled his blank blue eyes. Whenever you looked into them, you could feel yourself falling deeper in love each passing second.
"What are you thinking about?" Haruka's faint voice broke away your thoughts.
Earlier, he had laid his head in your lap, letting you stroke the short locks of his black hair. You enjoyed the feel of his smooth hair and he enjoyed the caressing of your slender fingers. He shut his eyes midst the quiet solace in his room a
Wings of DespairWings of Despair:Wings of Despair4 years ago in Free Verse
A momentary glance toward the birds in the sky;
Makes me feel like I am soaring; with a hope to fly.
But the chilling winds that wrap me, reflect the cold of this day
And the icy frost that batters me, chips me away...
It drains the very breath from me, as though the ice is locked within
I feel my hope is fading again; like a jar of captured wind...
Where once my will was strong and boundless; now it sits on broken wastes
I must admit this crushing despair, it feels as bad as it tastes....
From the moment that I acquired them, these were ugly tattered wings
They were made from my despair, and bound in bitter strings....
Like permanent fixtures, of sorrows and tears;
They are laced with poison, and embedded fears....
On the edge of my sanity, I hear the voices keening;
These are lives that are lost while the creature is breathing...
It's a snippet of darkness, a shard of me!
A hidden part that you will never se
Rilzit Chapter 01Rilzit Chapter 0110 years ago in Fan Fiction
By Kitteh and Neofox
Warnings: Violence and intense smooching
Disclaimer: Smeets will eat our souls if we dare claim Invader Zim. So yeah, Jhonen can keep his smeets of DOOM! We just want to borrow Zim and Dib for a fic, so calm yourselves.
Summary: ZADR. 'Why didn't I listen to Dad? I could have been safe at home studying science or some stupid shit, but noooo....I had to fall in love with a stupid alien and help him take over the Earth. Real smart Dib. Maybe next time you should just stamp moron on your forehead, much more effective
It was another day at the educational establishment known as High Skool. Such a lovely place to be. Well, that is, unless you're one Dib...uh...whatever his last name is. Anyway, Dib didn't look like his younger eleven year old self, that's because he was sixteen now and much taller; 6'1 to be exact.
the beautiful edge of ugly -co"you know, we are made of ugly things."the beautiful edge of ugly -co6 years ago in Free Verse
"yes, but have you not heard? ugly is the new beautiful. like the way you always seem to pry at my thoughts and know what i'm thinking; the way you make me talk when i really don't feel like parting my lips and lying to you. it's just like the cyanide and razor blades i keep in my medicine cabinet, waiting for the day when i master the definition of defeat."
"then we are the most beautiful thing in the world, because we are spending our days chewing on gunpowder and wilted roses. i spent ten minutes this morning carving your name on the inside of my thigh; somehow, replicating that pain makes me think of you. makes me think of the day when you broke my skin and told me you liked me better when i was coming apart at the seams. i never did tell you, but i've been falling apart ever since."
"i know you've been falling apart, because i've been picking up the pieces i find scattered around. it hurts me more than you would think, but i a
I Don't Mean To Be Rude...But I am getting quite sick of your attitude.I Don't Mean To Be Rude...2 years ago in Free Verse
And if you think you are free of all guilt and suspicion.
I'm afraid, you will find, you are only in remission...
For I'll hunt you quietly, silent and slow.
And I'll wait till you slip, before I lay you low.
But when you're filled to the brim with fear; chasing the shadows away.
I'll appear inside your mirror--and I might come out to play...
...So tell me, do you fear me now?
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th December 2013
eikon aklastos.we mused underneath bloodless onyx nights,eikon aklastos.7 years ago in Free Verse
pointing out the stars like celestial bread crumbs
left behind by some careless angel. safe
in their studded velvet sea, they sighed and
gossiped high above our heads; they hissed their secrets
to the big blue marble so many light-years away:
sibilant whispers, snake-eyed promises eventually neglected.
someday, when the stars are collected like bits of
shredded reality by zeus's sons and daughters,
when they pull the plug on the moon, when it bleeds out
one or two more firefly flickers and finally dies,
we will discover how to collapse into the edges of existence
and absorb ourselves into the universal soul.
and the official arguments on behalf of the original
galaxies will burn for the sake of ozone and oneiric
existentialism, and when there is no more proof that
we were here, god will raise his finger once more
and we will believe again that we have never been.
crash-landing on the borders of being is the reason for
A Wolf's LullabyA Wolf's Lullaby11 years ago in Free Verse
Looking through my opened window
Unable to sleep at all
I hear a wolf's cry
Full of sadness and pain
At the sound of it I start to cry
Running into the forest with only my pjs
I follow the trails of wolves
Looking for wounded soul that cried
Finding the wounded animal
Knowing it's about to die
I get on my knees and craddle it's head
Singing a wolf's lullaby
Several years later unable to sleep again
I hear the sound of wolves crying
Full of happiness and rejoice
I fall asleep at the sound of a wolf's lullaby
Gone a Little RottenI don't know when it started.Gone a Little Rotten2 years ago in Free Verse
When I'd gone a little off.
When my mind had gotten twisted,
And bubbled like a broth.
I don't know when it happened,
When I'd gone a little green.
When I'd turned a little rotten;
And dreamed a rotten dream.
And I don't know why it happened,
But this I know to say;
Twenty-two are buried here,
But twenty-three today...
...Now then, why don't we find some place nice and quiet (^_^)
- Chen Yuan Wen, Broken World Series, 19th December 2013
Ikurx - Ch 01Ikurx - Ch 019 years ago in Fan Fiction
By Kitteh and NeoFox
Rating: PG - 13
Warnings: Language, violence, romance
Pairings: Riku x Sora, Axel x Roxas
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts and characters belong to Square Enix and Disney
Summary: After the defeat of Organization XIII, Sora and Riku find happiness in the simplicity of a normal life. A year later King Mickey sends a summons that the fight with the Organization isn't truly done yet. Light. Dark. As long as either exists the battle is never over.
A year. It felt like one of the smaller stepping stones of a larger stair case that ascended with their times in a spectrum of worlds and lives that now freckled their night skies.
Living on one planet, living one life, had been like slipping on a comfortable old pair of shoes.
In a strange way it felt like only yesterday they had been sitting there at the pale beach at The Ends of the Worlds, content to fade into the dark but remain unforgotten there; unalo
Dependent on the White PillDependent on a White Pill:Dependent on the White Pill4 years ago in Free Verse
Here I lie again tonight staring at the cracks in the ceiling
I'm afraid that I must bring to light these emotions that I am feeling...
Have you ever met a man like me: calm, composed and elegant?
Or are you one of the many dummies, living in a world that is decadent?
Oh I know how this society works, believe me I have suffered since birth!
I have always been treated as a worthless pariah, starting on June the first...
My fated birthday, a joyless occassion, the date of my inception into a world of naught
With a family that treated me, as a personal clone, I was no different from our dog named 'Spot'
For the first young years of my life however, I knew I was truly happy...
I learned because I wanted to and it seemed to please my Pappy
But as I grew, I learned of truth; a dark and dirty little secret
That I was merely an average student, 'NO!' my mother bleated.
Like a sheep that could not bear the thought she forced me into books and pape
CIRL 2P!ItalyxReader"What the hell," you muttered, sitting in the midst of what looked like an explosion of screws, bolts, and bits of wood. That's right, my friend, you had just bought an IKEA desk earlier today against your better judgment and were now working on putting it together.CIRL 2P!ItalyxReader3 years ago in Romance
And failing miserably.
"How the heck does screw A4 fit into hole H6?!" you shrieked, about to throw the pieces into the wall. You were quite surprised that you hadn't ripped the diagrams and instructions into millions of pieces by now.
"Whoever designed these shitty things must have been a sadist," you determined, glaring darkly at the paper that was supposed to be helping you. You held it in your hands and turned it every which way, but no matter what you did, the pictures never made sense.
"WHY WON'T YOU TELL ME YOUR SECRETS?!?!?!"
"Maybe because it's a piece of paper, bella." With a squeak-shriek, you twisted and fell into the massive piles of useless desk parts. A chuckle made its way to your ears as you sat up to look
Shikamaru x Sneaky!Reader: The MissionShikamaru x Sneaky!Reader: The Mission3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
~Sorry in advance is he is a little OOC. Tell me if i need to fix anything!~
You had one mission and one mission alone. If this mission wasn’t completed, you would hate yourself for a lifetime. It was your goal.
You jumped through the forest, so light on your toes no one could here you. You were listening in on conversations, and it turned out your old friend Shikamaru was coming back from a mission, and being a good friend of Team 10’s, you decided to pull the greatest prank yet: wait until they’re sleeping, draw on their faces with permanent paint, then pour maple syrup all over them, so that when they awoke, they would be sticky, painted, and pretty cranky. You were ready for the greatest laugh of your life.
You eventually found the camp, around twilight. Everyone was getting ready for sleep. First, you started coloring their faces. Everyone got a different mustache, different gang sign, and different song lyrics all over their arms and legs that we
LovinoxReader: Morning DistractionsLovinoxReader: Morning Distractions2 years ago in Romance
Lovino groaned groggily as he buried his face into the warm and velvety crook of his companion's neck. He could feel the warm golden rays of sunshine hitting his bare torso, signaling it was morning and time to get up, yet he had no desire to do so whatsoever.
His arms tightened their hold on the women curled up before him, your smaller frame molding perfectly against his. Cracking his eyes open slowly, his gaze roamed over your smooth skin that glowed in the morning light, and he smiled as he felt your deep and rhythmic breathing.
Sitting up slowly, he propped himself up on his elbow, resting the side of his face in his hand as a gentle smile graced his lips as he watched you sleep. His fingers ran lightly against your cheek carefully before he brushed some hair from your face, causing a small crease to form between your brows. He couldn't help but grin at the sight, continuing to stare at your slumbering form as he ran his fingertips over your shoulder and down your arm. When you shi
elbows + kneeselbows + knees8 years ago in Free Verse
this is an epiphany,
my epiphany of
of a faster face
of dirty glass glances
& scattered debris.
for my kind
to be the kind
the languished kind
burnt & surrendered
the kind it takes to crush
sand to glass,
oh the heat
& the cold--
the dead sufficed
the kind that burns on contact
and blows crisply away.
i want to know more than this.
of scrapes i've got
from cat clawing
from picking locks
elbows & knees,
elbows & knees,
worn thin from
(oh god, the heat).
of marks i've got
flashlight incandescent of a shutterclick flame
all the stares
all the stairs
that i never get to use.
this is the kind
DerpyWhen we met youDerpy4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
We took amuse
Your tilted eyes
Our laughter's cue
Your torso's shade
A silvered gray
Your mane pure blonde
Was there much to say?
You seemed melded in
Never should have stood out,
But Fate had decided,
Your eyes to move about
A simple mistake,
You were not to be,
But there you stood,
And begat our glee.
We took to you quickly,
Becoming more than a joke,
Your makers your shell,
Our ideas your yolk
We made you love pastries
Gave profession as well,
We built you a family,
Our love it did swell!
You were our icon,
You held us together
Your strange off put eyes
Kept us in tether
Your makers observed
Also taking affection
You showed up more,
In fantastic direction!
We saw you around
From background to fore
Your presence keeping
A state of our lore.
Then the day came
That moment so grand,
One only we
Could ever understand
The day finally came
We had waited at length
When it graced over us,
We all felt its strength.
You Spoke! You Spoke!
We Clamored! We Cheered!
Never we felt
restless [babysitter!kuroko tetsuya] [3/10]restless [babysitter!kuroko tetsuya] [3/10]1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
RULE NUMBER THREE:
"[Name]-chan, please calm down," he said to the little girl who held his hand and jumped excitedly beside him.
She giggled, untangling her small hands from his grip. "Hey! Where are we going, Tetsu-nii?"
"We're going to see my team-- [Name]-chan, don't climb that bench, please."
"You're going to get hurt. Get down now."
"Aw! You're no fun, Tetsu-nii!" she whined, climbing down from the park bench.
Kuroko sighed, holding out his hand for the sulking five year old to take, but she shook her head at him. Oh, man. Now he upset her, and didn't even know what to do. Get vanilla milkshakes together? No. He had to get to the school gymnasium for practice as soon as possible so he didn't have any time to waste. Okay, maybe he had a little time to waste. For his [Name]-chan.
"Did you want strawberry milk?" he asked, crouching down in front of her and pointing in the direction of a vending machine as they got on school grounds.
All-American Boy .::AmericaxReader::.Alfred pulled up his pants with a grunt. He had troubles zipping up his pants, and then he couldn't even button up his pants. With a groan, he fell backwards on to the bed and called out for his girlfriend. "[Name], babe, I can't button up my pants! Can you please help me?"All-American Boy .::AmericaxReader::.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"Alfred, I asked if you needed any pants while I was out the other day and you said no! Why did you lie to me about that?" You walked into the room and stared at him, hands on your hips in a mature fashion. "I'm not helping you with that."
"Please, I asked nicely for once!" Alfred began to whine, which gained an exasperated sigh from you. "I never ask nicely, and you know that! So, can't you make an exception for today, please?"
You crossed your arms over your chest, pursing your lips. "Are we going to go clothes shopping, then?"
Biting his lip, Alfred sat up so he was leaning on his elbows, and he contemplated the question. He really didn't want to go shopping for clothes, because for a guy his build and age, he re