Requests~So I decided to start taking requests here at deviantART. Sometimes, I need inspiration to hit me like a brick and I need help in terms of that.More Like This
I'll mostly do literary since I'm horrible at drawing. Teehee~
Here's how to request:
1. Comment or send me a note containing the following info:
My forte is romance and a bit of tragedy if it suits me. I'm more inclined to fanfiction, but original stories can also be taken up. I can, however, write other genres like violence or humor. But I WON'T write smut, since it makes me uncomfortable (Yeah, I'm a prude like that... XD)
I'm fine with anything (almost). If you want a reader insert, then just tell me if you're a girl or a boy and who you want to be paired up with. If you want original characters then give me the desired pairing. If you want an original story, then tel
Fat GirlI am the girl with the pretty faceMore Like This
Who 'could be so beautiful'
I had to develop a personality
Had to become funny and likeable
Had to perfect the art of the one-minute introduction
And I am not lovely
I am personable
I am not the ingénue
I am the character actress
I will say "yes."
That is what separates us from the pack.
We will say "yes."
And we will make jokes at our own expense
We will learn to laugh when someone pokes our belly
We will flirt without fear
Because we've already been shot down so many times
That what is one more rejection?
We will live life like others cannot
Full of reckless abandon
And joy and fun and laughter
Because the quickest way to learn to not give a fuck
Is to be one of us
For we have been so downtrodden
We have been so shamed
That we've grown callouses on our BMIs
And if you call me fat,
I will laugh and say, "Obviously."
Darling, if you wear your pain like armor
No one can use it to hurt you
And in the end, we will all be the same
And we will all fee
She's a WriterShe sits at her deskMore Like This
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
Canada x Reader - Sweater WeatherMore Like This
“These hearts adore
Everyone the other beats hard for” - Sweater Weather, The Neighbourhood
She was wearing shorts, while he had a sweater.
It was an action out of pure habit, since summer in his home had a much milder approach than the scorching sun that insisted to greet him every morning for some hours of a true desert bare of sand (if the beaches were disregarded, something he often did, since it was a rare sight to see him trying his luck in the all too warm environment). Practically the living spirit of California. That day was an odd one, since she had managed to drag him for a stroll at the shoreline. There was a chilly breeze blowing, dusk taking over the quiet place, tinting the ships and the surfers of a reddish coloration, making the golden figures become bronze living statues. The waves crashed in the same, yet different way against the sand. None of the sounds they produced were quite like the previous, but they were similar, creating a symphony that o
Dying! Japan x Zombie! Reader - ForeverMore Like This
Dying! Japan x Zombie! Reader – Forever
“Watch the sun of this so grey morning
The storm that comes has the color of your eyes
Brown” – Tempo Perdido, Legião Urbana
Inertia versus rush. That’s what her life consisted of now.
In her inertia moments, she’d be like she was right now. Standing, sit, lied down, frozen in a position which in most of the times she didn’t remembered staying. She’d stared dully to her surroundings, not even absorbing any of what she saw. The only difference between day or night would be the warmth, that later became a burning sensation, on her members and face as the day went by. Nights were colder, from most of the time.
Rush periods meant hunger. It meant the scorching feeling on her throat, that would slowly crawl out until it became a moan, a grunt, a groan, a roar, a scream. Because it hurt. Her veins, stomach, her head and body, her limbs and guts, her whole being would co
CONTEST ENTRY: Time To Stop Wishing [JapanxReader]More Like This
The star shoots across the sky; a bright and blinding streak of light that fleetingly illuminates the world with a flash of white that lingers behind your eyelids even as they reflexively snap shut in response to the spontaneous flare. The dazzling image burns itself into your vision, embedding itself in your mind’s eye; a glimmering line, a tail of a thousand crackling sparks against an inky background. From any other angle, it would have been indiscernible, would have passed by unnoticed through the glaring lights of Tokyo; luck, you suppose, is what has permitted you to truly see it.
“Make a wish, Kiku-kun.” You murmur, your gaze fixed determinedly on the where the star has passed even after it has already disappeared into the sable void of night. The cool Japanese air feels good against your skin and the scent of the cherry blossoms mixed with more urban odors seems to saturate everything with a half-pleasant and half-not-so-pleasant fragrance unique to the countr
Never Leave Me JapanxReaderMore Like This
With the gentle, evening, summer rays warming our skin, the blackcap, garden warbler and mistle thrush calling to each other, and the faint breeze giving the air a quaint freshness, it's no wonder that we were invited round to Arthur's to drink tea in his garden. Specifically, he'd invited his fellow tea drinkers: Yao, Kiku and myself, [Name]. The four of us sat in ornately carved, metal chairs round a matching table with a large parasol sprouting from the centre, its fine, silk-like texture and washed-out white colouring above our heads like the sails of pirate ships (oddly enough, one of Arthur's past professions). The evening beams of the sun waltzed through the trees nearby, giving the light that reached us a tinted green glow and a dappled finish.
"This is how tea SHOULD be!" commented Arthur after a large and rather loud gulp of his own Yorkshire blend. "Not that vile rubbish that dribbles out of those plastic machines. This is the real stuff!" h
England x Tsundere! ReaderMore Like This
You walked the halls of your high school, heading to lunch as usual. It was February and Valentines was just around the corner. You got lunch and came over to sit with your friends, who were talking about some new kid. As you sat down, you heard them giggle in excitement.
"What are you guys talking about?" You ask as you pick at your food. Your friend to your left looks at you and smiles. "A new British kid has arrived! And he's really hot!" She says quickly, almost shaking her fist in glee.
You look around the cafeteria in search of this new kid. Which was easy, because he was sitting alone at a table. His eyes meet yours for a split second, and you look away quickly. "Cute huh (Name)?" Your friend teased. You blush a light pink and scoff, "Hmph, no." You lied.
After lunch, you went on to your next class, thinking about the new kid. Boy, he was cute! No, more like absolutely hot! Wait, what are you thinking? You don't like this kid, it's just impossible...or is it?
His Feelings, a Avengers FicletS.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Clint Barton laid awake on his bed. It had been a year and half since the Battle of New York, but that wasn’t on his mind. It was something else entirely.More Like This
It had to do with a certain red-headed partner of his. A partner he has feelings for. Feelings that had surfaced during the Battle of New York.
Barton needed to tell her how he felt, and just didn’t know how to do it.
There was a knock at the door, and it opened. The woman in question stuck her head in. “Come on, Clint,” she said. “We have a mission.” Then just as quickly closed the door.
A mission, Barton thought. He could always count on her to partner up with him.
[ UsUk ] A NoteMore Like This
As Arthur was sitting in his house playing his guitar he hears a knock on the door.
He gets up and opens the door but to his surprise there is no one there. He looks around until a bouquet catches his eye. The bouquet is full of beautiful flowers and has a single note.
"Dear Arthur Kirkland,
I am sorry for not addressing you myself. I was way too scared to do something like that."
Arthur picks up the flowers and heads inside taking one last look outside before closing the door. He sets the flowers down on the end table and sits on the couch. He continues read the note.
" There is only one thing I would like to ask you. After your next concert would you meet me in the park at 11pm?"
He re-reads that last sentence.
"A fan wants me to meet them? Bloody hell..."
He has gotten letters like this before but something was different about this one. There was something that made it special.
Looking at the letter again there was no name it was just signed as " The Hero "
[America x Reader] Eyes Like the OceanMore Like This
As you wake up in the morning you think to yourself "Today will be the day! I am going to tell him how I feel." Today was the day that you were going to confess your love to your best friend Alfred. You have tried many times before but you chickened out of it. Though you were totally sure that today was the day.
As you get up and get dressed you can't get the thought of how you think Alfred will react. He normally has a good reaction to everything. Maybe he was going to freak out at you and end up never talking to you again! You had to force those thoughts out of your mind. No matter what reaction he has you are going to accept it! For good or worse.
When you finally get downstairs it is 10:15. You told Alfred to met you at 12. So that meant you have a couple hours. You could either watch anime or waste the time watching TV.
After arguing with yourself you choose TV because if you watch anime you won't want to stop.
You flip through the channels finding nothing interesting on. You sigh