Icons And Names On Deviant ArtIcons And Names On Deviant Art12 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 Quotes6 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
This is a SongThis is a song for the lost, the broken and the damned,This is a Song3 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
I hate --I hate --4 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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
Dependent on the White PillDependent on a White Pill:Dependent on the White Pill3 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
LovinoxReader: Morning DistractionsLovinoxReader: Morning Distractions1 year 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
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
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
How to be an artistBeing an artist is not so simpleHow to be an artist3 years ago in Free Verse
Nor is it a gift to those who are faithful.
It is the easiest thing in the world to do
But also the hardest by far to have a breakthrough.
It starts with a thing that some call will.
"Where there is a will, there is a way"
You'll hear them say.
Follow it down a path, don't let it go astray.
Passion is next, but not to be confused.
A mixture of love and anger, that only you can transfuse.
Kept tight in a bottle till the time is right
Then let it explode! Giving new insight.
If by now you've decided, then you'll need some tools.
Canvas, paper, film, get whatever you can use.
Media on which you can express your thoughts and desires
For without them, you are just another with grand ideas.
If you've come this far, then go all the way.
But you must have a heart,
That is the key and mainstay.
Being an artist means you create
With nothing but creativity
And see the world through all its objectivity.
Our brushes and pens and whatever,
All fueled by the ink of ou
Saints of San AxolotlEcho birds are as common as muck, and about the same color. Theyre found only in San Axolotl, where they scurry along the paving stones and under the tables of the street cafes, through trash-clogged back alleys and down the walks of rooftop gardens, looking for scraps and seeds. Once you leave the city, though, the echo bird population tapers off within five miles, and the only specimens anywhere else in the world have glass eyes and are wired to their perches.Saints of San Axolotl6 years ago in Fantasy
Echo birds are not mimics. There are all kinds of mimics in the bird kingdom, from the pygmy mynah to the rare and savage Cassowary Macaw, whose repertoire generally consists of the screams and curses of its last unfortunate victim. Mimicry is no longer a particularly impressive trick. Any old parrot, with time and patience, can learn to whistle the national anthem and make obscene comments, or both at the same time.
The echo bird, however, does something quite beyond mimicry. If you encounter an echo bird, all you will s
Who am I? "I am me.."Who am I?3 years ago in Free Verse
Who ever that may be.
Made by a world,
Not easily understood.
I am what I am.
Of race ethnicity or a sexuality.
Icons: Intro (Hetalia x reader)You yawned in a bored way and gazed at the computer screen.Icons: Intro (Hetalia x reader)2 years ago in Romance
It was 3:00 in the morning and you were browsing deviant-art while eating Nutella (or peanut butter, whichever you prefer) and drinking (favorite drink).
You chuckled slightly at the funny cat picture, you faved it and left a witty comment. Suddenly, a small window popped up on your screen:
You frowned. Below that sentence was a line of colorful pixilated icons, each no taller that two centimeters.
It was probably a virus thing but you had the bad habit of falling for them just out of curiosity. You shrugged
“What have I got to lose?”
‘Your entire identity’ your conscious reminded
You stood up, put away the Nutella, and put the spoon in the sink. You stood in front of the fridge for a completely minute in indecision then got some water and meandered back to the computer.
The window was still open and to say the least you were curious. You shrugged
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."How It Began2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
Official Wolfaboo DefinitionOfficial Wolfaboo Definition5 years ago in Reviews & Guides
Wolf·a·boo [wolf-uh-boo] (n.)
1. Derived from the term Weeaboo (referring to a person overly obsessed with japan.) A Wolfaboo: "A person overly obsessed with wolves; one who equates a human life to that of a wolf; someone who defends and or glorifies wolves killing humans; Deems a wolf's live superior to a humans. Often misspelling the plural of wolf as 'wolfs'; Often, will make up lies and propaganda to defend wolves; most of the lies do not hold true when put to actual research."
see: Ignorant, Stubborn, Brainwashed, Liar, Foolish
definition by DonutPie
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::.3 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
Sleep. Jean Kirschtein x ReaderSleep. Jean Kirschtein x Reader2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Warm tears built up in the corner of your eyes as you gripped on tightly. A soft sob escaped your lips, your eyes stinging with salty tears. You bit your bottom lip to cease its trembling, but it was no use.
Your head spun, your vision unfocused, your heart plunged to the pit of your stomach from the sudden loss.
Sniffling, you wiped your watery eyes on the sleeve of your shirt and tucked your uncombed bangs behind your ears.
It felt as if everything had collapsed down on you all at once.
You jolted upright almost immediately and let go of the thick novel you held. Coming back to your senses, you relaxed your shoulders and stared into the distance, as if nothing mattered any more.
The brown-haired boy heavily sighed. "How long are you going to cry over that fictional character?" He emphasized on the word 'fictional' and snatched the book from your lap, tossing it onto the wooden floor.
"Jean!" You leaned over the boy and stretched out your arm, atte
Flustered [Akashi Seijuurou x Reader]Flustered [Akashi Seijuurou x Reader]10 months ago in Romance
"My dear [Name]."
You looked up from your laptop screen, slightly tilting your head to the side. Akashi truly believed that this level of cute behavior should be illegal. Everything about you seemed to scream 'moe' and he really had to fight the urges of wanting to pin you down and bruise your slightly parted lips with a rough kiss.
"Are you finished typing your essay?" he asked.
You sighed loudly and rubbed your temples. "Eh, no. I still have five hundred words to go."
"Maybe you should take a short break." Akashi leaned back against your headrest with his arms crossed over his chest, and a historical novel in his lap as he stared you down—in a loving way—making you blush to the tip of your ears. He found your reaction to his teasing too damn amusing.
"With you around? Haha, no. I probably won't be able to focus again."
"Well, it was worth a try." He smiled softly.
His bright smile made your flushed cheeks deepened a darker hue of pink. It was unsurprising ho