Daydreaming of Affections Russia/Fem!China"Ivan~!" A high pitched voice called, a thick Chinese lilt adding to the already seductive tone.Daydreaming of Affections Russia/Fem!China3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Russian man stopped in his tracks, eyes widening at the tone of voice. Dropping his bag and unraveling his scarf he allowed it to fall before he moved further into the house, looking for his love.
"Chun-Yan?" He called, looking around. Smiling he peeked around the corners, his smile fading every time he did not find his Chinese love.
"Chun-Yan?" He called once more, violet eyes scanning the house in search of her.
A giggle was the only thing he received, sounding like it was coming from all angles of the house only serving to confuse him more.
"Don't do this to me moya lyubov! Where are you?!" Ivan cried, growing frustrated with the situation.
Usually it would be fun, and he would allow the game and follow along until the end, but he was frustrated today, and wanted nothing more than to curl up in the Chinese woman's arms.
"You'll find me airen!" Her delicate voice called, finally sound
Rape AwarenessYou went to work, you did your job looking after kids with troubled pasts, and it made your heart sing, and you felt that you were meant to be there.Rape Awareness4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You were making a difference, you were changing lives, you did everything you should.
And he grabbed you, and fed you his dick, and you didn't scream, didn't bite, didn't hurt him because you were worried about him, frightened for him.
You didn't tell because you thought it would never happen again.
You went to work, you did your job helping those who were scared be less so, those who were violent to be calm, and you felt that you were helping.
And when you were alone, he tore at your clothes and put it in you, ignoring your no, ignoring your pleas for him to stop.
You didn't tell because you were frightened that you would be told it was your fault.
You went to work, you did your job you vanished from your friends, from those who cared, because you could not speak, could not talk for crying, for believing that you wer
Being a Fangirl"Where did you learn to write like this?"Being a Fangirl3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"You have a natural talent for writing."
"Did you draw this? That's pretty good."
I get these kinds of comments a lot, both online and off. My Honors English III teacher praised my skill at writing from almost the first day of the semester after a few homework assignments for the US History teacher, which involved writing descriptions of certain topics after he taught us about them, he came up to me and asked me what I was doing in the regular class, I should be in his Honors. I suppose it was flattering. It's the end of the semester now, and I can tell my English teacher really grew to like my work. But the truth is
I didn't take extra writing classes. I didn't take advanced art courses. No one ever sat down with me and explained everything about writing and drawing to me. These are things I learned on my own, with little to no instruction. I didn't get my skills from writing for the school newspaper. I didn't illustrate
Magical Mary Sue AdventureSUPER SPECIAL MAGICAL MARY SUE ADVENTURE TIEM!Magical Mary Sue Adventure6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kaptain Kidd was so super storng. and he just LURVED girls soooo much! (btw: Kid is sew hawwt!!!1) oen day he found this gurl all stranded on an islnad and was all, "Shes so prett!" and then he was alll Killer! Get her on board noaw!" So killer got her on, and then kidd was all, "sh'e spretty!!" and then the girl woke up. who are you? i am captin kidd! who areu? and then she stood up all pretty and puffed her booooobes in his face (I SAID BOOBES! ) and he was all blusihng. then he was like "Yur so pretty! what's yur nam?" and the gloriouus mysterious girl stoof up and was all, " my name is Trixie D. Fancysons! I am 1 of the daughters of D!" but what were you doing ther?" Killer asked her, and hse looked a t him. Flipping her golden currls of hair into the breezey occean like air, she winked and was allll, "Im a castway, ! my father was an evil guy who didnt like me, nad then my mother was always jelouas of my beauty!" "I kan s
Our BFF, Nny. Visiting Squee.The problem with killing a teacher in a small town, and then ditching school to ditch one's problems is that everyone found out immediately, and there was nowhere to go where people hadn't heard about it. But the upside was that school closed, and everyone understood trauma, and so the skipping school really wasn't that big of an issue right now. Right now being the keywords.Our BFF, Nny. Visiting Squee.4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Megan had called her mother, and asked if she could stay at Eachey's, and Eachey had called her's to see if she could stay at Megan's. Both answers had been yes, of course, but they both worried about the issue of one or both of their parental figures calling each other to find out.
They took off in Johnny's car, and Megan glanced through the window, then back at Johnny, several times. He finally glanced at her, and chuckled slightly, not being to help himself.
"What are you looking at?"
"You can drive."
"It's weird. I never pictured you driving, and I've pictured you doing a lot of things."
Hey, Johnny, JohnnyHey, Johnny, Johnny-(A Song Dedicated to Johnny C.)Hey, Johnny, Johnny6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Once upon a time
In a little home
Lived a maniac named Johnny
With these knives all to his own.
He was skinny, he was scary.
So many people he would take
And he'd kill 'em with a
Plastic spoon/fork, pencil, or a rake.
He was sad all alone
In his house with nobody
Except inanimate objects
Like styrofoam and bunnies.
He hated all humanity
Except this girl named Devi.
He tried to kill her, out of love
But she escaped quite easy.
Hey, Johnny, Johnny.
You're oh so insane.
Hey, Johnny, Johnny.
You enjoy others' pain.
Hey, Johnny, Johnny.
Hey, Johnny, Johnny.
The killing started eating him
And making him all sad
So he accidentally shot himself
Which, I would say, is bad.
And he woke up in Heaven,
And then he went to Hell,
And came back with
A strange and creepy story to tell.
Although he had no hair,
He thought he was now free.
But now there was a burger guy
And a stalker named Jimmy.
He yelled at the Burger guy;
Told him he's in control.
Our BFF, Nny. He's So Tan.Megan roused, and found herself in a very strange position. She was almost underneath Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. Eachey awoke, and found herself in an uncomfortable position. She was in a choke hold by a sleeping Johnny. Squee was still asleep, in Nny's lap, untouched. They thought it was fair, and unfair at the same time. Eachey raised her head slightly, and Megan stuck her tongue out and wiggled it sexually. Eachey did it back.Our BFF, Nny. He's So Tan.4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"He smells really nice.", Megan whispered, and Eachey shook with laughter.
"Kind of dangerous smelling."
"Dangerous? He's cuddling with us."
They both laughed as quietly as they could, and Eachey propped her head up,"Ugh. My body is ready."
They laughed some more, and Johnny grunted slightly, and rolled to the right, coming off of Megan, and more onto Eachey, breathing on her face. She laughed quietly. Megan laughed too, and touched his back where his shirt had rode up.
"He's so tan back here. It's uneven."
"Yeah. Check the
Our BFF, Nny. Evil things."Johnny, don't open that. You will never be able to unsee it."Our BFF, Nny. Evil things.4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Come on, how bad can it be?"
"I know how bad it can be! I follow her!"
Johnny kept on, and Eachey covered her face, and ran out of the room to go find Megan. Maybe she could stop this madness before it happened. She ran around the house, waving her arms around, and yelling for Megan. She was nowhere to be found. She searched every room before she heard a disgruntled groan from Johnny. She rushed back in, and found him staring with his eyes, and mouth wide at Megan's computer screen.
"I let her take Squee out?! What if she takes him to a whorehouse?!", he shouted, and looked away from the screen.
"She wouldn't do that."
"How do you know if she's into this kind of perversion?! What even is this shit that I just saw?"
Megan got home, holding Squee's hand. He was wearing a large t-shirt that said hooters on it. Eachey laughed loudly, and tried to quickly think of an excuse for this. Megan had horrible ti
Mary Sues -- How to Avoid ThemThis document is copyright to James Ruvithorn [Zek-kkarsha] and Gabriel S.... To use it, you MUST have their permission and the ability to prove you have it.Mary Sues -- How to Avoid Them7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
So you've probably heard the term MARY SUE on RP sites before. You've probably heard all about how bad they are and how much everyone hates them.
But have you actually ever had a Mary Sue defined to you? This bit of writing is meant to define and clarify exactly what they are and why you shouldn't create one. It will cover both the male and female versions of the type, called [respectively] Mary Sues and Gary Stus.
1-Who and What Are Mary Sues/Gary Stus?
Mary Sues.... Are, in a word, Nightmare. Nightmare for any forum Admin and for anyone trying to play with them in a thread. Your typical Mary Sue has either a boring perfect past and life, or has a past so tragic she shouldn't even be functional, yet is. She is beautiful, with little to no physical problems. Most
Is this love?His arms around meIs this love?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My head against his chest
I hear his heart beat
Our fingers, intertwined
What is this?
Everytime we kiss I tremble
Everytime we hug I don't want to let go
You say you love me
How do I know?
I've been hurt before
Are you going to be the one that puts me back together?
A Surprise Visit.I was used to the noises in my house, and by used to, I mean, they still scared me, but I knew that they would continue to every night. My mother hated when I'd ask her for help as well. She always said the same things,"It's the wind." or "No one is out there. Who would stand outside of your window all night?" I never really had a logical answer, besides arguments pushed by paranoia, so I just stopped. I'd turn up the TV, get on my computer, or talk to my friends. Tonight, though, the noises were worse.A Surprise Visit.4 years ago in Humor More Like This
I called my friend, and she told me that Slenderman had probably taken resort outside of my window. 'Thanks a lot, Shelby.', I thought bitterly and turned myself away from the window.
I was sick of imagining what could be making the noises.
"Nothing's gonna hurt you. There's nothing there."
"Talking to yourself, ah? That's one of my hobbies too.", said a voice from a particularly dark corner of my room.
I almost shrieked, but clapped my hand over my mouth, shaking everywhere as I looked
What to do When Bored in Class50 Things To Do When Youre Bored In Class:What to do When Bored in Class6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. When the teacher calls on you to answer a question, answer in a low tone, Ill never tell
2. When forced to type up an essay or project, put the whole thing in one of those whacky fonts (the ones that are all symbols and the sort) then act confused when your teacher can't understand it.
3. When you have a 2000 word essay due, hand in two pictures related to the topic. After all, a picture is worth a thousand words, right?
4. Raise your hand, and when the teacher calls on you, ask where babies come from in a childish voice.
5. Raise your hand and ask to go to the nurse and say, "I SEE DEAD PEOPLE."
6. Change seats every time the teacher turns his/her back.
7. Sing your questions to the class.
8. Page through the textbook scratching each picture and sniffing it.
9. Address the teacher as "your honor".
10. When the teacher turns their back to the class, scream and bang desks, then when they turn around act normal a
Viva La VidaHe had decided to go to the park on a whim had just suddenly wanted to be at the park so badly that he'd only gathered the time necessary to actually think about that action once he was already at the park, swinging gently, forward and back, on a creaky swing.Viva La Vida5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was glad it was night nobody would see him sitting on the swing, and those that did wouldn't care enough to even bother making fun of him. People in this city had a strange, but wonderful tendency of acting more human at night. Assholes didn't like the nighttime; they always sequestered themselves away in the numerous nightclubs dotting the Downtown cityscape.
'Why the park?' He wondered vaguely. 'Of all the places I could have gone, why did I pick the park?' He wasn't complaining this late at night, the park was entirely empty; devoid of the noise and feeling that society bled into it. The park was empty, and it felt comforting when it was such. But when it was solitude and comfort he
The Arms Of InsanityWhat Is The Best Way To Get Over Pain?The Arms Of Insanity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pain That Has Left You Scarred
Buried Knee Deep In The Bodies Of Your Past
Their Arms Outstretched, Pleading For Freedom
What If Those Past Memories Of You
Were Not So Dead, More Living?
Would You Be Better; Less Afraid
Of Anyone Who Tried To Help You?
But Now, You're Too Late For That
Their Faces Are Blank; Empty
No Eyes To Read Emotion From
And No Smile To Show The Way
You Are Alone In The Dark Tunnel
There Isn't Even A Light At The End
Just Black Walls And Grey Air
That You Swallow Into Your Lungs
Now That This Shadow Is Drowning You
And The Bubbles Won't Show You The Way Up
You Just Give In To The Gripping Arms
Of The Insanity That Lives Within You
Things Everyone Should Know About WritingThings Everyone Should Know About Writing4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Things That Everyone Should Know About Writing
Points of View
Things you need to be aware of before reading:
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Points of View
Recently it has been brought to my attention that a good number of literary works that are lacking in basic skills and the fundamentals of writing. I believe that everyone, regardless of (a reasonable) age and skill level, should at least be aware the topics we will cover. We will discuss different points and simple ways to improve your overall writing skills.
First we will discuss the different narratives that you may choose to write in: first person, second per
Writing MemeHello dear writer, and thanks for trying out my simple little writing meme. You're truly part of a minority here on DeviantArt, since writing is a very small thing indeed. To do this meme, simply copy and paste the below things, and fill them out as much as you wish; if you need more space, simply add it.Writing Meme6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1. Introduce yourself of course. Tell us a few interests; perhaps why you're here on Deviantart, or why you choose to write instead of draw (or both).
2. Hmmm, that is interesting. Now that the formalties are out of the way, what do you write? (Poetry, stories, etc.)
3. I see, I see. Well, so what do you like to write about? Go on, don't be shy about it. Nobody's judging you.
4. I wasn't quite expecting that from you, and think that I thought I knew you. Ok then, how did you really get into writing?
5. Oh, I can probably relate that. You talked about why, what, and how, so, when did you really start writing?
6. That long ago, really? Alright, one last little question, who got you into
An Unwanted Visit.The girl lay in her covers, suddenly regretting reading as much CreepyPasta as she did tonight. She shifts, and pulls the covers over her head, closing her eyes, and reaching underneath her pillow to grab at the cold cover of her phone. She brings it close to her face, and quickly taps in a text to one of her best friends, explaining her dilemma. The one she texted has the habit of falling asleep in the middle of any conversation taken place near or after nine o'clock. She sighs, and places her phone back underneath the pillow, and breathes out. She closes her blue eyes, and hopes that maybe sleep will grant her permission to slip away from these terrible thoughts of faces in the dark, and bodies leaning over her.An Unwanted Visit.4 years ago in Humor More Like This
She gave up after about ten minutes, and reached for her phone again, and woke it up with one single touch, and brought her eyes to the screen, reading one of her obsessions. Huddy. It lit up her whole room as she pulled down the covers, suddenly lost in the fictitious couple
..::heart::..Honor thy Companion Cube..::heart::..4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Hallowed be thy name
Without your daily water and bread
You'd never be the same
Embrace that which is spoiled with love
Respect their every thought
Although you may bicker and fret
It still loves you a lot
I'm afraid of losing you.I don’t know if you feel it too, the feeling of wanting to break looseI'm afraid of losing you.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And just screaming “I love you” but I’m scared that we might lose
Because just of our age, or the time, or any person that doesn’t want you to be mine
But I know that if this goes wrong I’d be the one who'd cause the crime
I’m a bit afraid; one false move would make everything go away
And I’m always left wondering if what I’m doing is okay
I just want everything to be alright between you and me
Or is there something that I cannot see?
My head is rambling with questions that fear is inventing
Maybe is not fear, maybe it’s because I’m too caring
Am I paranoid? I don’t want to make a mistake
You said I’m doing things right, then why do I always shake?
Prostituteshe struggles from the hardwood like a creamy stallionProstitute4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drowning in a raging surf. her limbs
the appendages of a white crab spider sprawl bent,
slender supple bones. her eyes
caked on fingernails caked on like dried blood caked
onto her fleshy thighs. her eyes
are wooden chambers locked stone hollow, key swallowed,
dwindling human. Although
her fingertips are faultless pearls, beet hair stiffened curls,
vision whirls, she's still a girl. the atmosphere
folds in like an origami crane collapsing slowly, sharp
corners slicing mostly. Pelvis bony, snowy
shivers, scintillating silver rivers (stream) dampen her tinder.
a dream: lily petals dissolve into the hardwood like cream
The OC Mental Torture QuizChoose 3 of your OCs. They can be from anything. Original stories, fanfic OCs, whatever. It doesn't matter. None of this matters.The OC Mental Torture Quiz7 years ago in Humor More Like This
1) So. Introduce yourselves. Are you related in any way, or do you have no idea who the hell each other is?
2) Great, great. So. Ever gotten a blowjob?
3) HURR. That last question was uncalled for! Anyhoo. What do you like doing when no one else is looking?
4) Have any secret shames that you'd like to indulge upon us today?
5) Got any ultra-quirky kinks?
6) Within the last month, how many people have you done questionable acts with?
7) Do you love me? I love you.
8) Are you hurt because I lied in that last question?
9) If you could kill someone and get away with it, who would it be?
10) What is the one things that sets you off so much that you'll go from docile to rabid squirrel monkey in 12 seconds?
11) Who the hell are you people? Why are you in my house? Are you even people? Get outta my stuff!
12) Does rain filter down through your handsome volc
Guns 'n' RosesGuns pointed towards one another.Guns 'n' Roses5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Roses laid on upon our brothers.
When will the innocent bleeding end?
Or will it be to late, when we turn the guns on ourselves instead?
Only in a day you can hear horrors.
A mother shoots her children.
A father's life lost on the line of duty.
Is it really wrong, to ask for a little bit of heart warming information on the news?
Something that allows us to at flash the tiniest smile?
Not sports or weather.
A small hero;
Who gives us a ray of hope in the sky of darkness.
Is that too much to ask of, God?
Until then, people shall continue to hurt.
Male or Female?Male or female?Male or Female?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They tell me its
a case of either or.
But why I say,
can't it be neither nor
and both at once?
Why must you define me,
lock me away?
Why can't I be free
to be me,
to be he and she,
ze and hir and they?
What can I say?
Labels are for clothes,
you'll find them in my closet,
the place I used to be.
Care to come and see
what that space
There's shirts and ties
and boxers -still-
there's jeans and dresses.
It's time to look
beyond the labels dear,
and see the person
After all I'm human,
and I just want to be free
to be me,
whoever that is.
And at the end of the day,
I just want to say
I reserve the right
to behave like a gentleman,
and be treated
like a princess.
CANADA STRONGOnce upon a time, Canada went to the gym.CANADA STRONG5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He decided to test his strength and started bench pressing weights.
"This is too easy, there must be something else I can lift."
That is when Canada noticed the moose that had somehow made it's way into the gym. A sly smirk crossed Canada's face.
America was walking by the gym one day and decided he should go in, get a membership, work at real hard for a couple weeks, and then forget about it completely. When he entered the gym he was surprised by an extremely strange sight.
Canada was bench pressing a moose! And he was shirtless with sweat running down his chest.
America then proceeded to get a nosebleed and left the premises at once.