Sonamy Found loveSonamy found loveSonamy Found love4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a quiet night in Mobious, sonic was having thoughts of how Amy went on audition for a band two years ago he missed her very much and was beginning to have feelings for her.
i cant believe Amy coming back tomorrow i thought she wasn't coming back now i get to see her again. the other planned a party for her return at the beach, but i am not sure if i should go or not.
what if she stopped liking me or she got a boyfriend?
He closed his eyes and a single tear fell from his eye. His thoughts were on Amy Rose how he was afraid of being around her and how she used to chase him and hug him to death until he couldn't breathe and those kisses. No he said drying his tears i am gooin to see her tomorrow. he said then he ran to his house and went to sleep
THE NEXT DAY
AT THE M
Russia x Reader Sunflower DanceRussia x Reader Sunflower Dance3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Russia x Reader Sunflower Dance
I walked out along the town down to my favorite spot. A wide field with sunflowers all through it. Funny next to my love of vodka are these precious gems of sunlight. I have always loved sunflowers ever since I met her (name). I fondly remember when she first brought me here to this wonderful place, but that was so long ago that she had to leave back for her country since she ways the country of (country you want). Its sad to say that I might never see her again and dance with her in this beautiful place like when we were kids. *sigh* but the festival is starting soon so I must go. I saw a white sunflower among the brightly colored others and picked it thinking of her my sunflower (name).
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Reader's P.O.V.~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*sigh* I look out the window of the car seeing fields pass me by and wonder if I'll ever make it in time for the sunflower festival. Yes, being the country of ( country you want) ha
RussiaxReader: Sweet Dreams Are Made Of TheseYou were warm and cosy that night, snuggled up in your cosy quilt, safe from the cold world outside your window. The quilt was so soft on your flesh and at the end of the quilt your companion was curled up in a ball, in a deep wonderful sleep. Goodness knows why Flying Mint Bunny was sleeping on the end of your bed but it was. In the distance you could hear the chirping of birds but you didn't mind. Your bed was a rich, burgundy colour with matching curtains. Goodness knows what possessed you to then paint the room jade but you did. You made soft, whistling noises in your sleep as your hair draped on your pillow. You deserved your sleep after a long day of shopping with Poland. Your feet practically ached and your head felt like it was having a wild disco since it was throbbing so much. Despite all this, you were quite content in your bed. Your bed where nothing could get to you but your sweet dreams and perhaps your worst of nightmares. Your bed was like a safe cage that locked you awRussiaxReader: Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
deviantART and MasturbationAvenue Q has it right when they bluntly say "the Internet is for porn."deviantART and Masturbation6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
While Avenue Q's statement is broad, it can be applied to nearly everything found on the 'net. The Internet truly is for porn. Sure, all you've got to do to see some great porn is type up redtube into your search engine or you could just meander on over to websites like tumblr, facebook, and even deviantART. After all, what are these sites other than tools to masturbate with?
Yeah, I get it. I'm sure everyone is raising their eyebrows at their screens going, "I don't use dA, facebook, or tumblr to masturbate sure, I look at a little porn on occasion, but never on those three sites or sites similar to it." Maybe my three example-sites don't have in-your-face pornography available to anyone who wants it (although they do have their flashes of softcore porn, just wait around a bit and you'll see it all). The masturbation that occurs on these sites is a little more subtle. While it doesn't exactly ma
Come play with me...Come play with me...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This story is told from England's point of view.
I sat alone in my bed-room. Sighing I looked up to the ceiling. I could feel tears stinging my eyes. I exhaled and shook slightly. A few tears rolled down my cheeks .
"Why do you cry?" A voice startled me. I gasped and looked up to see a young women. She stood bare foot in a white summer dress, a small band of flowers sat atop her head. Upon closer examination she seemed to glow subtly. Slowly she walked towards me, her (h/c) hair flowed behind her as if wind blew. Standing in front of me she looked me in the ey
More Than a Nightmare For as long as I can remember, my dreams have always ended the same way. The dreams always turn nightmarish when some demonic-looking creature comes out and tries to kill me. Its appearance is always the same: a dark red, bleeding face that resembles a human skull resting on the body of a four-legged, black-haired beast. Its ear-shattering wail always alerted me of its presence. My dream is often normal up until it appears. Nothing bad happens, until a chill is sent down my spine, causing my body to become covered in goosebumps, which is when the monster appears and attacks me. I wake up in a cold sweat right before it kills me every time, along with fear throughout my whole body. After many years of dealing with it, I eventually learned to cope with it, but I'm still kind of afraid of what would happen if it got to me. However, they have become increasingly bothersome within the past week.More Than a Nightmare3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A few days ago, I brought it up during lunch with my friends. There were only thre
Tears of My LifeNormally at this time we would be playing music, and watching movies, not giving a care for anything in the world. Normally at this time we would talk about school, and boys like normal teenage girls would, and normally at this time we would be ever so grateful for our lives, for we weren't chosen to walk down the main road of our city, quietly as everyone watched from their windows as the one teenage girl; chosen at random each year was to wear a dress as white as snow, her hair falling around her shoulder, her feet bare, as she walked down the cement road. Nicknamed "The Road to Sacrifice," and for good reason.Tears of My Life3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The girl chosen was to be sacrificed; she was supposed to walk through the city's quiet streets, alone not saying a word, not looking at anything but the road ahead of her where she would then take the main road out of the city, walking into the wilderness that lay beyond the safety of our walls. For it was her duty to then enter the house on the outskirts of town, the house w
True facts about DA N DeviantsSome true facts about DA and DeviantsTrue facts about DA N Deviants5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
1. If a deviation has just been uploaded it will be put on the front page in about an hour just because the deviant has more than 100 watchers and the deviation has lot of views ..doesn't matter if it's good or not the deviant's just famous
2. If a famous deviant requests a critique on his deviation it's bound to get a good critique since the deviant is famous and people will give a good review even if it sucks!
3. When a normal deviant becomes famous he starts to think too much of himself and thinks that since he's famous he shouldn't bother to reply...it's true I've seen famous deviants often never reply to you .they're pretty damn arrogant
4. For some reason drawings done completely by hand, are never as appreciated as drawings that are done on Photoshop or other Traditional Media
5. A deviant whose art promotes a certain couple (couple of an anime) and that person's gallery is filled with that couple's art is famous!
6. IDK why
Pokemon Marysue: New Beginings.Pokemon Marysue: New Beginings.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hello, Marisu here to present the MUCH long awaited sequel to my earlier masterpiece.
Enjoy, and comment with your criticism.
Also, thanks to Jousten for helpin' me write other stuff.
As I arrived at the hospital, they made me wait in the lobby for four hours, despite my severe injury.
Apparently, when you lack insurance it complicates things. Ash waited patiently, holding my hand as I wept. I wept not for myself, for I am not selfish. I wept for Misty's poor, lost, and evil soul. It was saddening that she couldn't understand he utter depth of Ashy-Kun's love for me. I finally was permitted entrance into the vacant, cold, and lifeless room. The doctor eyed me lustfully, as every male did. No man could deny my luscious birthing hips, and my long, flowing hair. I ran, reminded of the douche bag scientist. Outside, as I waited for Ash, I noticed a bright fire in the distance. As I drew near to investigate, Misty's bright orange hair was revealed as the supposed flame. Ash
AustriaXReader My Piece For You"Flowers?"AustriaXReader My Piece For You3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"No." You sighed, resting you head in your hands. Across the table from you was your best friend Hungary. You had been crushing on Austria for a while now, and being the best friend ever, she was trying to help you come up with ways to tell him. "Are we even sure he likes me?" You asked.
"Of course we are! I used to live with him before moving in with Prussia, you know." The brunette huffed.
You snickered a bit. You saw their marriage come from a mile away, but no one had believed you at the time.
"Oh, I know!" She snapped her fingers. "You could write and perform a piano piece for him! One over flowing with your love for him!"
You blushed and smiled a bit at the same time. "True, if there’s anything he understands, it's music from a piano."
"Great! Now I was thinking it could start out like "
You started to zone out, already having the beginnings of you piece in mind. This would be the greatest confession in musical history.
VindicationThe good news was, he was telling the truth; Rusty really wasn't the werewolf. The bad news was, the silver bullet still killed him instantly.Vindication3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Killers Need Love Too"Audrey. Now is not a good time."Killers Need Love Too3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Alex currently had his hands full. And when he said full, he meant full. He was talking about 200 pounds of American red-blooded woman. Apparently, anyone could be a prostitute now-a-days.
He heard a sigh from the other line. "But," his foster sister whined. "You're my only brother. I want some kind of niece."
"You don't know," He pulled off the woman's fingernails, "if I'll even have a girl. It could be a boy."
Alex could practically hear her roll her eyes. "What-ever. You're getting married, even if I have to find your wife myself. I'm coming over."
"What? No! You can't! I've got"
"Company? Yeah, sure, dork."
The line clicked.
Alex's eyes widened as he looked down at the mess in front of him.
TEN MINUTES LATER
"Aleeeexxxxx! I'm heeerrreeeee!"
Through the front door, burst Audrey, in all her glory. She held her laptop in one hand and a coffee in the other. Al
HAWT USUK YAOIZ R18"OMG FUK U INGRUND I DO WAT I WAHNT!1111 >(((" umarika screemed "STFU THIS AINT BURGER KING BITCH U CANT HAV IT UR WAI HERE" yeled ingrund then he beetted up umarika N HE DIEDHAWT USUK YAOIZ R183 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
lol no jk umerika waz in a comma u stoopids XDDD
when umerika wohke up HE WAS TYED 2 A BED "um ok wtf happn lol!?!?!11" he sehd nervussly!!1
"HAAAAIIII UMERIKAAA" said ingrund as he waked in in a STRIPER OUTFIT "woeeee ingrund wtf yooo .." umerika sehd as he gowt a bohner "LOL UMERIKA UR SO KAWAI" sehd ingrund as he wehnt on teh behd and puled dohn his pnties. then ingrund got HORNY n seduced umerika looolll!111//.
TEHN MINUTS L8R
"OHHHHH YEAAAHHH UIHHH UHH HAHA HAAHHHH UHHMM UNFFF" moened umerika
"llooll i no U LIKE DIS U STOOPIT CUNT" said ingrund as he shoved his cock unto umerika ass
"uhhhmm unnfff auhhh.." umerika moened as he waz gettin HEUMPEUND
then he felt ingrund cock missing
"um ingrund wtf KEEP GOING" he yelled
"HAHAHAHAAH UMERIKA I HAF UR NUDES NOW!!!!!" laffed ingrund
Her friend.Her friend.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I held the bag in one hand, sliding the key in the door with the other one. The door creaked as it opened and I quickly closed it so the outside's cold air wouldn't come in.
'Elisa? I'm home!'
Elisa was my adorable, 6 years old little sister. She was used to stay on her own since I often had to go get groceries and such and she never wanted to come. Besides I had no other solution, since the 'car crash' it was just her and me. It took so long for her to understand that 'daddy and mommy won't be coming back from the party'...
But she was with me now, safe and healthy. I heard her tiny footsteps in the staircase and smiled, dropping the bag of groceries in the kitchen. Elisa giggled happily and hugged me from behind. I patted her head gently.
She giggles again and let go of me, lifting her arms towards me so I could pick her up. I held her with one arm, the other hand busy taking food out of the bag.
''What did you get?''
I placed what was in the bag in front of her a
Attention Whore Attention whore. That's what you call me.Attention Whore3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Am I really? I'm usually the one girl who sits quietly in the back of the classroom, and rarely participates in public. I'm the one who hates to be on the spotlight with questions, who cries silently when someone berates her. I hardly ever ask for anything, but for you to listen when I feel like talking. Whether it be serious or not, a pair of loyal ears is a good thing to have.
And you. You started to pull me out of that hellish shell I locked myself in years ago. I loved you. You loved me. We were happy, being the only two peas in a humongous pod. I let you take whatever you wanted of me, and I didn't ask for much in return. I didn't need your body or materials. I just wanted a space in your heart, that secluded place no one had ever seen before. I thought I was se
The New KidThe New KidThe New Kid3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jessica yawned. While everyone else was paying attention to the speaker at the front of the class, Jessica couldn’t hear a word.
She blamed her younger twin brother, Elliot for the mayhem last night, forcing her to watch horror movies until 12 in the morning.
Freaking idiot. Next time when there’s a lifetime movie marathon, I’m forcing his ass to watch it. I swear to god.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes and tried to pay attention to Principal Anderson’s lecture on safety for all students of Citadel High, but couldn’t keep her green eyes open.
That is until…
“Jessica. Time to wake up.”
The red-haired teenager shot up in her seat, and looked sleepily at her surroundings.
“What? M-Mom not now. I’m trying to go to sleep. Please, five more minutes.” She said resting her arms on her desk and began to use them as a cushion for her head.
“Ms. Shepard. I’m surprised at you. You’re top of this cla
The Beginning Or The End?The Beginning Or The End?The Beginning Or The End?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I dreamed a dream that was in my head. I had unexpectedly taken an afternoon nap, resting peacefully in our secret place. I laid out on the softness of an old quilted blanket I often took with me when I went deep within the woods outside of the town of Chester. My aunt Lori had made it when she was just a girl and then gave it to me when I was born. Raggedy and slightly torn, it was the perfect thing to use for a picnic without fear of it getting ruined because it was already on its way out. Octagon pieces of fabric of faded reds, blues, and grays, decorated lightly with tiny daisies. The stitching was obviously done by a child, tighter in some areas and loose in the others where hands had grown tired from sewing lessons.
The sun was nigh, warming my skin through breaks in the tree branches overhead. The backs of my eye lids were swimming in crimson-orange flickering light from the shadows of the swaying trees in the comf
Getting SickThat awful moment when you're about to throw up.Getting Sick3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It sits in the bottom of your stomach, this coiled up creature, and you can feel it. It tenses, prepares. It gets ready to drown your delicate insides and send tears streaming out of your eyes. It prepares to humiliate you, send you to your knees, make you loath your existence, if only for a second. It's an invisible creature tearing you up.
And it takes its time. Teasing you with the subtlety of it. And you know it's coming, and just want it over with.
But it waits.
Then, when you feel it's about to plateau and you'll be fine, it hits.
All at once you're running, clutching, gagging, trying your hardest to get somewhere it won't make a mess. Even in your weakness you can't stand the vulnerability. No one can. So you run, pause to close the door, and then throw yourself at the mercy of nature.
This disgusting beast leaps out of your mouth, drowning your tongue, your teeth in poison. It soaks the flesh and enamel in corrosion, ta
You were..."My boy," the mother softly told her six-year-old during bedtime, "Please be a superhero to everyone you meet. Everyone needs someone to save them."You were...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"My boy," the mother called out to her fifteen year old son as he exited the house "Please be a knight to everyone you meet. Be their protector from the evils of the world."
"My boy, " the mother texted her twenty-four year old while he was at the movies, "Please be a soldier and keep everyone--and yourself--safe tonight."
"My boy," the mother cried to the the casket, "You were so strong that night; You will always be the superhero, the knight, and the soldier."
A Small Difference Between Our WorldsIn my world, the intelligent kids are the most popular. While in the other world I know, beauty is more valuable than knowledge.A Small Difference Between Our Worlds3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Ever since I was in elementary school, I have noticed that intelligent scholars are the most popular. In T.V. shows about high school life, I saw that cheerleaders and varsity football players (Or players of any other varsity sport) are the most popular. I've noticed that they have a lot of admires because they are charismatic and attractive.
Nope, we don't care about that. Sure the cool and good-looking kids here have the same amount friends and all that but their friends don't hang around them just to fit. They like them for who they are. And they don't betray and deceive each other for a much cooler friend. We stick together.
As for the nerds and geeks, they are like the center of attention. Most of the scholars here hang around the smart kids. My dad said that his most intelligent school mate is the most popular, everyone knows her. But you don't
SavedA boy shoved into a wall by harsh hands; a savior arrives.Saved3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Out in the Cold Thunder boomed overhead as I woke up. Lightning lit the vacant room, allowing me to question the situation. 'Why am I in a school, and where is everyone else' I thought. After stretching my sore muscles from sleeping in a desk, I got up and tried to leave the room.Out in the Cold3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The door was locked. I would've tried leaving by going out the window if it wasn't for the dangerous storm outside. If there was a key in the room, it must have been stored in the locked closet because I couldn't find one after half an hour. I checked the atomic clock on the teacher's desk and found out that it was 11:47 PM on Friday. I didn't have any plans on spending the weekend locked in this room, so I took my chances with the windows. It turned out that they didn't have any means of being opened.
Vandalism was my only way out. I shattered the window of the door using the teacher's "30 years of excellent teaching" trophy and crawled out wit
Call Me Cicatricein a sloping curve, the scar covered his backCall Me Cicatrice3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
like an indefinite symbol of defiance. puckered
at the ridges, slithering across his shoulder blades, it was
something special in the way it interrupted his skin
/chronicle incomplete/ I reached out to touch it,
he caught my hand "you always did find beauty
in the broken." they always had more stories to tell.
I was something inexperienced (but never innocent).
I fell for his natural enjambments and
inability to meet my eyes. he fell for
the fact I was freshly born (but never young).
our first kiss was under a sycamore tree
that watched the world pass by. he said
he wanted to steal away my words, I knew
he was trying not to collapse. the tree
stood on as our lives expanded into something
entirely new, but exactly the same. "we always
try to build new beginnings to find a way
back to our firsts." but resets don't work.
he held his head highest on the days the sky was low,
for a reason he'd never explain /reminiscent/
I told him, onc
What I've Learned from PokemonWhat I've Learned from Pokemon5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Like any red-blooded American who was between the ages of eight and twelve in the late 1990s, I was a huge fan of Pokemon. Though I was not like my peers, as I didn't play the games or watch the anime, I expressed my fanaticism by my religious collection of Pokemon cards. At my peak, I had about 246 cards, including a shiny Kangaskhan and a pack of Japanese import cards that I somehow got my hands on. I even had a Pokemon-themed birthday party for my eighth birthday, and my mom made a chocolate cake with a Pikachu face made entirely out of marzipan. I think I even have some of the plates left over from the party.
Eventually, like most of my peers, I decided that Pokemon was passe, and I sold all of my cards for about 50 bucks, which was probably a mistake, considering what was in my stash.
When it came to the games, though I didn't play them, I watched my friends play them on their Gameboy Pockets. Years went by before I actually played a Pokemon game. That had to wait until I actually