Current To-Do-ListI have been so buzy since a few weeks... or months. But luckily I have holidays next week. I'll try to finish at least the half of the requests, wishes and presents here:
Rauruderweisex3's request of Sideshow Bob kicking into Homers crotch.
Lehdya's request of Princess Daisy in Simpsons-style
Third Pet-Bob pic for Nevuela
Three presents for my best dA-Friend PlanetHannah
First page of my comic strip "Under the Sea"
Last pic of "Fangirls"
Most importand - Finally continue with my Stories! :iconlegaspplz:
Tell me if I forgot a request or present for someone!
Stage Fright: Chapter 8 (Bort)Chapter Eight: Making AmendsStage Fright: Chapter 8 (Bort) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As weeks past and it was nearing Christmas, things with the house guests began to deteriorate even more. They were no longer in the honeymoon phase and neither Cosette nor Cassie had found a job yet, not that they were putting much effort into looking, mind you with the internet and World of Warcraft taking up much of their time. Cosette's black cat Tiki had constantly been fighting with the Simpson's cat Snowball, but had secretly had a litter of three solid black kittens under the bed, Snowball being the likely father of them considering they only fought when she wasn't in heat. Bart, Lisa and Maggie had quickly claimed one each, Bart's being a male which he'd named Chance. On the downside, Cosette's big black lab that they kept chained up outside wouldn't let anyone whatsoever out into the backyard except for it's owners.
Marge had already had her hands full keeping up the house before they came, but things seemed even harder on her now with Coset
Stage Fright: Chapter 6 (Bob/Bart)Chapter Six: Your LoveStage Fright: Chapter 6 (Bob/Bart) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Quick Note: I don't think lyrics are allowed on fanfiction . net , but the version of this chapter posted here has them. If you came here from fanfiction . net because you wanted to read the version with the lyrics, then welcome to my DA page.
"He called me WHAT?" Lisa yelled at the top of her lungs, causing a picture frame to fall off of the kitchen wall. "Why that little... when I get my hands on him I'll..." Lisa growled, making strangling motions with her hands in an eerily similar way as their father would.
"Just forget it; he was saying it to hurt me, not you," said Bart as he sat at the kitchen table with Lisa directly across from him. Lisa had kept pestering him until he finally let her in on the fight he'd had with Milhouse. A persistent one she was, but he knew that she only had his best interest in mind and it did feel good to get it off his chest and to confide in someone.
"It's no big deal really. Everyone knows you're as pure as snow Lis," Ba