Dear deviantART: Justice for LizMore 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
EnglandxReader The BookI suppose a story of this sort ought to begin with a greeting. Hello. I am the writer. And you, of course, are my character.More Like This
I never meant for this to happen. When I wrote you, you were just words on a page. Then you fell in love. I don't know how it happened, only that it did. Now here you are. Do you remember what happened?
Perhaps you don't. Shall I refresh your memory?
It was spring when I first started writing your story. The idea came to me as I walked along the shore and watched the angry gray sea. The story would be an epic adventure, full of strange creatures and fierce enemies and a main character unlike any other.
I took a few days for me to organize my thoughts before I sat down to write. The words flew out of my mind through my fingers. In no time I had the first eight chapters written. It was around that time that I began having dreams about the world I created, and the characters who dwelt there.
I wrote like I'd never written before. I had to constantly remind myself to
How It Really Happened - EnglandxReader"Nope."More Like This
"Even more terrible-er."
"Terrible-er isn't a word, love." Arthur said as he came into the room and found his girlfriend staring furiously at her laptop's screen. "What are you doing?"
________ sighed, before closing her laptop and setting it to the side. "You know how Japan made that anime and manga series a while back, about all of us? You know, the countries personified as people?"
"And you know how it's gotten oddly popular, despite the fact that each episode is only like, five minutes long and the manga is kind of hard to follow?"
"And you know about that website I like, Deviantart?"
"Where are you going with this?"
"Be patient, will you?" ________ rolled her eyes, making a small 'tsk' noise. "And you know how all of the countries have like, insane fangirls and some fanboys too?"
"...Yes." Arthur grumbled. He wasn't too fond of the fangirls. For whatever reason, they kept seeing his hateful relationship with
The Rotted Man (Nightmare!England x Child!Reader)More Like This
Author's Note: The poem is a bit gory. So please read with caution
When I was a child of only three
The Rotted man came for me
late one night from my open door
he slowly crept across the floor
Your hands fumbled with a stuffed rabbit toy. Its furry face staring right back at you as you sat up in bed. Mommy and daddy were fighting again. It was the fifth time this week. You covered your ears and closed your eyes, blocking out the screaming and the yelling. But, it was no use. Daddy's yell was loud, and it reached your ears through your little hands. You began to sniffle and let the tears roll down your precious face.
A tall, dark figure walked in. He was a man with shaggy blonde hair and dull-green eyes. Without a word, he stood in front of you, smirking.
he took me by the hand and said
I’ll save you from this life of dread
we left the house in the early morn
and took his carriage of blackened thorn
we rode for hours through thick dense
England x Reader - Clock of LifeTick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.More Like This
The clock started to move as the young one was born. The child was a female with soft [s/t] coloured skin, short [h/c] strands sticking out of her head, and sleepy [e/c] eyes. Her parents called her [Name].
Her parents loved her very being; every cell that she was made of. From her small stubby legs to her squishy stomach, from her individual saliva covered fingers to every strand of her hair, from her chubby cheeks to her curious eyes; she was perfect to them.
She grew up to be a lovely child, playing and laughing with other children, not afraid to show who she really was. Sadly, all of that changed as she enetered her teenage years. She stayed away from most of her schoolmates and had few friends to talk with. The girl was bullied both physically and emotionally, mostly by the spoiled, snobby rich girls of the school where she studied in.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick.
There once came a day when the bullying was too much for her to bare. Some of her
Don't Fear The Reaper (EnglandXReader)CAUTION: SWEARINGMore Like This
Bloody hell. Bloody fucking hell.
These just so happened to be the only thoughts traveling through Arthur Kirkland’s mind as he stood in front of a body. His body, to be more specific. Funny, how all his life he had scoffed at the idea of an out-of-body experience, but here he was, watching the monitors beep consistently in an endless struggle to keep him from going into cardiac arrest.
He didn’t want to die, not really. While he didn’t have much to live for, as far as friends and family went, that didn’t mean he was going to just give up. After trying multiple times to re-enter his body (they all failed miserably), he determined that there must be some way to get back into his body. Swallowing the panic that undeniably went along with his current situation, Arthur left the room in search of someone who could help him.
The first doctor didn’t even stop. The second one had walked right through him. By this point, he was nearl
Sweet boredom.More Like This
Apollo Justice X Reader
Calmly opening the door, a brown-haired male entered the office, or rather, agency, sighing silently.
Closing the door behind him, he looked around the room, raising an eyebrow as he saw no one.
Looking to the sofa, he noticed a pair of feet were where the head should be, approaching it.
Making a face, the male sighed yet again, crossing his arms.
“(Y/n), what are you doing?”
“That’s not a reason for you to be in that position.”
“Yes it is.”
Sighing yet again, he sat beside the female, looking at her face.
“Where are the others?”
“Phoenix and Trucy went out. Don’t ask where ‘cause I have no idea.”
“Any new clients?”
“None that I heard about.”
Looking at the male’s face, (Y/n) sighed, facing the floor in thought.
“Hey Polly, I got a request for you.”
“Unless it’s fo