A Reminder~Darling, you are never irreparably broken.A Reminder~1 month ago in Emotional More Like This
April Fools Oneshots: Human!Springtrap X ReaderTemps: I feel like my parents haven’t really forgotten about my dA work. I feel like they actually know, but aren’t telling me. Like they’re spying on me…Makes me so incredibly paranoid to think of that…I’m scared to be around them because of it, for fear they’ll bring my stories up and continue to criticize me and put me down because of them…April Fools Oneshots: Human!Springtrap X Reader3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
April Fools Oneshots: Human!Springtrap X Reader
Another boring night at Fazbear’s Fright, keeping an eye on Springtrap. Not that you really needed to. Ever since the two of you had become an ‘item’ ((jeez, it was still so weird to think that your boyfriends was the soul of a deceased serial killer haunting a rotted animatronic bunny…)) his murderous tendencies weren’t nearly as frequent. So long as you didn’t play the audio sounds that gave him those splitting headaches, he was relatively tame compared to when you’d first met him.
Speaking of Springtr
Dear deviantART: Justice for LizDear deviantART: Justice for Liz1 month ago in Letters More Like This
Riddle me this, deviantART.
Why is it that a celebrated fanfiction author whose account has been active for only a year (barely), gets her account frozen after a couple rookie mistakes, yet there are authors and artists who have consistently broken the rules for literal years and are still here?
A couple friends of mine have become sudden victims of circumstance in the last year or so. Authors of reader inserts right here, on this art site, and have had their accounts frozen because they broke the rules. If not once, then it was two or three times. Not enough times to warrant a sudden and strict punishment, especially considering the type of website we’re talking about here.
I mean, come on. It’s called deviantART. This site gets most of its viewership and kicks from people who are looking for the pictures of sexy women in lingerie with photoshopped boobs and butts. And if they aren’t photoshopped, they have had more work done on themselves than consider
Huge Adopt Raffle + Lots of Extra Prizes!Intro:Huge Adopt Raffle + Lots of Extra Prizes!2 weeks ago in Editorial More Like This
Hi guys I am going to start moving forward with my adopts in a new style so I want to get rid of all the old ones and clean out my open adopt folder. So in addition to the other prizes the winners will get to pick an adopt out of this folder http://mercyalters.deviantart.com/gallery/53987155/Adopts-to-be-raffled
How to enter:
In order to enter all you have to do is watch me then fave this journal and share it in a journal of your own then comment the link here!
If you would like a second entry into the raffle then when you share this journal you can include in it a thumb of whichever one of my deviations is your favourite!
Anyone who buys a commission or custom adopt from me during the raffle will automatically get an extra entry!
Whoever buys any of these adopts will get four extra entries!
Note me if you'd like to contribute to the prizes!
Foxy's pirate tales - The Siren's SongFoxy's pirate tales - The Siren's Song4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The ocean, on land it is seen as a large blue blanket of water that covers most of the Earth’s surface, but to the creatures below; it is home. Only very few dare to ever set sail to the harsh waves out at sea, to face the perils and witness the monsters that lurk below. A certain red fox was one of them.
Dressed in nothing but brown tattered shorts and the fur on his skin, he welcomed the salty water and laughed at roaring waves. Armed with nothing but a sword by his side and a bottle of rum in his paws, it was safe to say that this fox was either really brave or really insane. His boat was small but his spirits were high, he didn’t give a damn about the dangers of the sea or rival of neighboring pirates that sailed beside him. His only attention was on the ocean, his first and only true love.
“They all be damned if they think they can go up against the great and mighty Foxy!” he shouted, raising the rum in the air, toasting to himself, and guzzling down the al
5 Tips for Choosing Your Story's POV Character5 Tips for Choosing Your Story's POV Character5 Tips for Choosing Your Story's POV Character2 weeks ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 3 “Characters” – Section 9 “The POV Character”
With Links to Supplementary Material
Last time, we spoke about every story has a Narrator, and about how to create the narrator that will tell your story. Now, if you have decided to write with a narrator who is not an actual character in the story, you now need one last character—the one through whose eyes your Narrator will tell the story—and to know a few things about how to use this character. That character is the Point-of-View (POV) character.
Tip 1: Know that your POV character can be anyone in the story.
Your POV character is not necessarily going to be the protagoni
Of pregnancy and cravings (Makoto x Reader)Of pregnancy and cravings (Makoto x Reader)3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of pregnancy and cravings
A/N: Hellou guys! Decided to make one of this for Makoto because he's just a giant, adorkable, fantistic and absolutely del- good looking guy. Fluff and humor cause why the heck not, and... uh, I think that's all. I hope you like it, and please let me know what you think ^-^!
You walked down the crowded hall of the Iwatobi Sports Complex, hand in hand with the one and only Makoto Tachibana.
The large, young man looked down at you, a caring smile seen in his handsome face as he lightly squeezed your hand. “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine!” You informed happily, adjusting the strap of your pink and white polka-dot maternity swimsuit with your free hand. “And you?”
He nodded as an answer before tugging your hand and guiding you to the indoor heated pool of the complex.
It was not every day that you got to see your husband work with the kids (he was the extremely hot, handsome trainer), you were of
Cruise Ship LoveBefore they boarded their two month-long cruise, Kathleen and her husband, Jeff, reviewed their agreement, the way they did every year.Cruise Ship Love1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
As long as they were on the boat, Kathleen's diet didn't exist in any way, shape or form, any restraint she might show would be restrained, any cravings she experienced would be satisfied to excess and celebrated with dessert. These two months were to fulfill Jeff's fantasy of piling weight onto Kathleen's once-slender body, giving Jeff what he wanted most in a woman, and to give Kathleen a goal for the year, to get rid of the fat she’d gained.
Five years they'd been married; five cruises they'd taken on Jeff's family's dollar, and Kathleen's body reflected her failure, five times now, to lose all the weight she gained out at sea.
Her wedding photos showed a gorgeous brunette, 5’3, with a flat tummy and generous breasts, but the years had changed her.
She was thick all over now, not plump, but close to it, soft in every way, meaty but not f
yesterday."to make a daisy chain, you have to kill the flower," he says absentmindedly, elbows-and-knees deep in the rushing waves of summer field grass.yesterday.2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"no, you don't," I insist. my back is pressed to the bark of the tree behind me and the summer sun is caramel yellow on my skin. I'm thirteen, naive, soft-centered. at this point in my life, I have let no one break my heart or ruin the neat tight zippers of my long skirts.
"yes, you do." to prove his point, he wrenches a flower from the soil, taking up a clod of roots with it. teasingly, he shakes it in front of my eyes, dusts me with the dirt--I squeal girlishly and brush myself off. then his smile fades; his fingernail slits the daisy's slick stem. with perhaps more force than is necessary, he stabs a second daisy's stem through the tiny hole. "see?"
"well. okay. I guess you do need to kill it. but who cares?"
he shrugs. he's already turned his attention to the sea of weeds all around us. for a while I sit cross-legged next to him, watc
day and night. | oikawa tooruday and night. | oikawa tooru1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
deadly deadly girl with moonlight on her hair
why do you so love the day?
She was the moon; mysterious, cold, and silent. And he was the sun; bright, radiant, and full of pride. Both were so different in their own way, but still similar all the same. They both bring light in their own worlds. She brought light in the dark, and he brought light in the day. They weren't all that different, really. People just think they are because they don't look closely at them enough. They're both part in the Solar System and they always have each other's backs. Moon is the shadow of the Sun, and the Sun is the shadow of the Moon. Of course, we can't ignore the fact that one is too hot and the other is too cold, but together, they create warmth. It's the same thing with water. You put cold water with hot water, and you have warm water. It's a simple concept.
[Name] twirled her lead pencil between her fingers, her eyebrows scrunched up
SparrowRoughly less than a mile away from the wealthy district sat a woman.Sparrow2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A little bag filled with nearly empty medicine lay near her. She rested on the step of a closed shop, right in front the national bank. She begged on a low tone. You'd guess nearly no one stopped. Everyone was suddenly too busy to glance at the old lady. Wrinkled, poor, and somewhat desperate, it probably took all her pride to sit and beg at the corner of a street.
She had a story to tell though. I don't think I've heard a more painful sigh than the one she let out when I came to a halt by her side.
Just a bit of money, she said. Not for food, not for drink, just a bit of money to refill her meds. She didn't want to give up yet.
Driven out of her home by war. No family left to speak of, her husband passed and her three sons were brought wrapped in flags.
But the forth son never came back. She buried an empty casket instead. He didn't die, he'll come find me. He's a good boy, jus
Death Battle: Ganondorf vs. Majora's MaskDeath Battle: Ganondorf vs. Majora's Mask1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let's settle this debate once and for all.
Steel: It's time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!
NIGHT OF THE FINAL DAY
6 Hours Remain
For the land of Termina, it was a time of looming horror. The night sky was a grim reddish color rather than the pitch-black it should have been at this time. Clock Town, which lay in the center of the land, was surprisingly empty of people. Most had fled the town to seek shelter wherever they could.
One glance up would instantly explain their terror and the sense of oncoming death. A moon now hung over the town, much closer than any ordinary moon. Also unlike any ordinary moon was the face it bore: one with fiery-orange eyes and a mouth baring its teeth in something resembling anger and bloodlust.
Worse still, the monstrous-looking moon was getting slowly closer. At the pace it was going, it would certainly crash into the land and the resulting impact would wipe out any and all
Are You Gonna Tell Me?My sister has always been kind of nosy in my romantic life, especially so in high school. She was two years older than me, at the time she was a Junior and I was a Freshman.Are You Gonna Tell Me?2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We rode the same bus home (obviously) and the entire way home she was questioning me about a boy I had been talking to earlier.
"How tall is he? What color are his eyes? Have you guys kissed yet?" Were just a few of the questions she had asked.
"I'm not telling, Jess, you'll probably try to steal him from me!" I joked as we both entered the house. It was a mild day in Spring, warm enough for me to exchange my usual footwear for flip-flops. My sister had worn her usual Nike sneakers, as she had outgrown her old sandals. After taking a dose of my allergy medication and flopping down on the couch, Jess attacked me without warning. My sides felt like they were on fire as she tickled them mercilessly.
"I'm gonna get you to tell me, one way or another!" Jess announced, putting most of her weight on my hips so I couldn't
FallotI love you.Fallot3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No, don’t look away. How dare you ? I said, I love you. Aren’t you going to answer? Answer me.
I said – I love you.
Don’t look at your feet. Don’t look at your hands. They’re mine now anyway. The whole of you is mine, you know it. You’ve proved it to me more than once. No, don’t try to deny it. You can’t hide and you can’t make me forget your expression during those moments. What are the words in those smut novels? Pure, undiluted pleasure? Yes.
Don’t mutter. Scream it. I know you can scream my name. It doesn’t matter if I’m much younger and that we’re not supposed to – I know you wanted to. I only made your dreams come alive. Young boy, older boy, what does it matter? You’re mine. I can still feel your skin under my palms. It’s dry, almost grey.
You’re not answering. Do you really love me? Do you really? No. You don’t. You lied, you cheated and now you’re
Writing Tips: Beginner's Guide to Avoiding ClichesOne of the biggest questions I tend to get from writers is how to avoid making their work cliche. I can't give you an upfront answer to that because the answer depends largely on what you're doing and how you're doing it. And let me start by saying this: the greatest writer on earth can make any cliche work. Think about it: How to Train Your Dragon isn't exactly an original movie by any stretch, but it's outstanding because of the way that it uses the tropes that have dragged down other similar movies in horrible ways. The best way to figure out what would be cliche is to read a ton of whatever is in your genre/plot type (and by "read" I mean read books, comic books, manuals, RPG guide books, watch television shows and movies, listen to music etc).Writing Tips: Beginner's Guide to Avoiding Cliches1 week ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
For example, if you're I dunno, writing a series about kids ruling the world or making their own rules you're going to check out a lot in that medium. You'll soon figure out that most of them are crapsack dystopias and figure out that the ar
AT - Training"You're not kicking high enough."AT - Training1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mark ignored his sister and continued on with his training. Thrust right, thrust left, spin kick. He landed shakily from the kick, having to pause a moment before restarting the cycle. For some reason he was never able to land easily like their instructor was able to, no matter how hard he tried.
"Kick higher!" Mindy urged him once more from the sidelines. "Get your leg up there. It's throwing you off balance."
He shot a glare over to his twin sister but somehow managed to keep from snapping at her. It was rare for him to hold back from a argument with her, but right now it was more important to get this set done with. Mark took a deep breath and slipped into stance once more. Thrust right, thrust left, spin kick.
This time he was not able to regain his balance at all, his ankles twisting beneath him as they dumped him hard onto the floor.
"I told you to -"
"And I'm telling you to shut up!" Mark shot back. He saw Mindy's face fall, but did not really c
AddictionYou will fall in love with a boy who overuses the word ‘fate’ but never the word ‘luck’. When he first locks eyes with you outside a packed bar, where the drinks are over-priced and the silence under-rated, he will worry at his lips in a way that will mean you never notice his eyes, his hair, his anything else. This pair of chapped thin lips will ghost towards you, a flash of ivory enamel, a hint of velvet red gums. You will watch them curve and curl into slightly differentiated shapes, a will o’ wisp of words barely audible over the background hum of your friends, buzzing like wasps, on the other side of the door. And you will smell smoke, and didn’t mother tell you where there’s smoke there’s fire. Only then will you notice the cigarette crumbling between long spider fingers, disintegrating into a fine ashen cloud of overcast-january-sky-grey. But he never moves it to his mouth, leaves it to dissipate in slow spiralling streams. And thoAddiction1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Aina Destroys the WorldOnce upon a time I was strolling through the park and I realized I needed to fart SUPER bad. so I bent over and stuck my cute behind out and pushed as hard as I could like FFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT AND let loose a BIG stinky one that killed everything in the park. I just giggled as I heard the bodies hit da floor it was great. Then I decided to go visit my favorite Mexicanese restaurant to get gassy again. I ate all their food and closed their shop before letting out a big FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT out that blew up the entire restaurant. I didn't think I could get any gassier, but then my belly was all like BBBBBLLLLLLOOOOOOOAAAAAAATTTTT, and I was like "Whoa belly you need to chill dat pill" and then we went over to the club and I farted up a storm it was awesome. It was all like FART FART FARTY FART FART and I was like just laughing my ass off as it got to the poiAina Destroys the World1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
America x Reader A Tour around ManhattanAmerica x Reader A Tour around Manhattan 3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
(btw i know literally nothing about the places bc i have NEVER been there so please excuse my stupid ness yep //i literally just googled places )
p.s some misspelt words
Yes,Your flight to America seemed to last ages , But thankfully the Pilot finally spoke.
"Almost there folks ,Just a few more minutes and we'll be landing in Manhattan"
Everyone,excitedly smiled and some couldn't keep their chatter down.
And Finally , another eternity passed and the plane landed at the airport.
Looking around you saw reunited families and re-kindled friendships,Smiling at the heartwarming scene, you started walking towards the crowds of people,Looking for your friend Amelia F. Jones. Amelia has been your friend since you were children, She lived in your country when you were kids , But had to move back eventually. You did Skype each other once in a while and she sometimes mentions her brother Alfred , who you haven't met yet.
Then a loud screech reached your ears and snapped you out of your thoug
Birth Right [APH Prussia Germania]The fire was burning low in the hearth as the servants rushed around, attempting to at least make their failing empire comfortable. Germania was laid in the bed, taking weak breaths that shook his massive body. Even under layers of furs, he was shaking. There was no chance of healing him or changing this fate; he was dying. He had outlasted Rome and all the other empires that had challenged him. But, no country was immortal. That was the simple truth of the matter and it was immutable. His sword and armor were laid out on a table as though he would spring up at any moment and seize them.Birth Right [APH Prussia Germania]2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A lord, a vassal to one of the king's sons, approached Germania. The blonde man was awake and conscious, just weak. He spoke to the lord, one of the few who were not busy fighting in the savage civil war pulling the empire apart, and his voice rattled, "Send for my sons." He paused to pull in a shaking breath, before saying, "I have to bequeath my lands to them." It was this statement that made it perf
[Germany/Reader] Punch-Out!!The last thing Ludwig expected when he walked in the door was to see you sitting on the floor, eyes glued to the television. You held a game controller and were frantically pressed each button in a fashion that would've made even the best of players stare.[Germany/Reader] Punch-Out!!3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
A bell rang and the few pixels on screen formed what looked like a small man, cheering out of victory. You, too did the motion as the controller went flying.
"Take that Sandman!"
Ludwig said nothing, only stood to see how long until you noticed him. He smiled to himself, seeing you so happy over something as small as a game.
You dance of joy ended only when you turned your head to see a certain blond standing against the door frame, arms crossed.
You jumped slightly when you saw him.
"Jeez! How long've you been watching me?"
He chuckled, "Long enough. Why so happy?"
You pointed towards the screen, looking like a distressed child, "Sandman!"
He finally walked into the room and inspected the screen closer.
"And I'm suppos
She Keeps Me Warm (Aradia x Reader song-shot)She Keeps Me Warm (Aradia x Reader song-shot)1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Aradia x reader
She Keeps Me Warm – Mary Lambert
~She says I smell like safety and home
I named both of her eyes "Forever" and "Please don't go"
I could be a morning sunrise all the time, all the time yeah
This could be good, this could be good~
“(Y/N)?..Come on (Y/N), get up,” said a gentle voice as you felt yourself being shaken.
You groggily opened your eyes to see two orange eyes with gray irises staring back at you.
“Come on (Y/N), we are going to be late for human school,” Aradia said, still shaking your shoulders.
A blush appeared on your cheeks once your realized how close she was to your face.
“I-I’m getting up,” you stuttered, and ran into your bathroom.
“Alright, I’ll meet you downstairs,” she replied to your sudden awakening.
Thank gog for Aradia. She was like your best friend, always there for you. Or as the trolls called it, she was your moirail. The trolls had explained to you their quadrants of “rom