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Distinguishing RP types Roleplayers make up a large part of the community here on deviantArt. It's an ever-growing community, and new members join it every day. Thirsty for adventure, these new members leap into the large world of roleplay, blissfully simplistic, filled with hopes and anticipations. They expect a rich roleplay experience full of excitement, and they want it to be delivered!New members, however, also means less experience, and less experience means less knowledge. That knowledge which new roleplayers need to acquire may be earned in the long run, by partaking in several satisfying and unsatisfying roleplays and learning thr...

2p England x Chubby! Reader.You sighed knocking your head on the wall gently, Oliver has called you to his bakery to try out his "new" cupcake, But in truth it was one of his everyday cupcakes he just wanted you to eat it. Yes they tasted like you bit into a heavenly cupcake MADE from God. You would love to eat his cupcake's every day or every chance you got. But the problem the only problem Is that your over weight and didn't want to gain anymore, And you NEVER said no to the crazy baker. Well for a couple reasons anyway. Well one you would never EVER hurt his feelings, second of all. You loved him. You LOVED this man all covered in pink ...

[Please read the description before proceeding!]You sighed as you turned on the diffuser on your bedside table, the last step of your nighttime ritual before finally taking your rest. For a brief moment, you watched the thin stream of mist float delicately from the top, disappearing into the small space of your bedroom. The relaxing scent of lavender traveled up your nasal passages and rushed through the rest of your bloodstream. You didn’t particularly like doing this every damn night. It felt no different from any of your other rituals. But, at least, this one had an actual goal rather than appeasing the stupid worries concocted from the...

Sebastian crossed the ballroom swiftly, lacquered black shoes clicking on the marble floors. His head turned left, then right, scanning the expanse of the room. To say he was harried would be an understatement.     He looked over his shoulder, spotting Master Ciel talking business with a fabric merchant. He was safe, for now.  That was what mattered. It was his job as butler to keep his young Lord safe and his reputation spotless. So God damn it, where was she? He knew she was here. He could smell her.     The scent was sickeningly sweet, and if he were to take a moment to dissect it, the demon would find the exact name to be Belladonna, t...

Essentials of a Short Story ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Quotes raped from a critique of Nathanial Hawthorn's Twice Told Tales by Edgar Allen Poe - 1837 Edgar Allen Poe, celebrated as one of the finest short fiction writers of all time, was also a literary critic. These are bits of his wisdom on writing short stories, gleaned from one of his critiques. "The true critic will but demand that that the (story's) design intended be accomplished, to the fullest extent, by the means most advantageously applicable…" -- Poe Poe's Prerequisites -- in a Nutshell: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To deliver fullest satisfaction, a short story should be structured: 1) To be read...

You sighed, ripping your favorite top over your shoulders and throwing it across the room. It wasn't your favorite anymore, after feeling so disgusted with yourself. For at least twenty mintues, you kept glancing at yourself, as if wishing the extra fat on your body would just vanish. Why couldn't they invent a machine that magically made you skinny? you sighed, eyeing yourself from head to toe, wishing it was gone. However this sadening behaviour didn't just happen on purpose, it was more because of your best friend Alfred, whom you'd also developed a major crush on. He was just perfect in every way from his funny loud personality, to...

(Y/N) - Your name Altair x reader. Just Tell Her You walked along the streets of Jerusalem, close behind Altair. "Remind me again why you actually want to meet Malik?" He questioned. You sighed. Feeling a little annoyed at Altair, who seemed to hate introducing you to anybody, was he.....embarrassed by you? "Because, you don't seem to want me to meet him." You teased. "Why do you enjoy things, I don't particularly want to do?" He asked. "Can't have everything you're own way now, Alty." You're voice thick with sarcasm Altair gowned in annoyance. "Huh, watch it (Y/N)." Why did this girl have to be so annoying; so clever, why was she an assas...

(name) stretched out on the carpet, her long (color) fur flailed around her messily. Yawning, she sat up. 'What a nice nap, nya~!' After several attempts to straighten her messed up fur, (name) walked out the ever-so-canenient cat door her owners had just installed. "Got to hand it to them, they know how to spoil their pets." (name) glanced back at her house. It was fairly large with a stable in the back and perfectly manicured gardens. Shaking her head, (name) padded out of the safety of her yard. "Why do humans have to have so much stuff?" 'Oi! (name)!" One of the neighbors cats came running. "Hm? What is it, Gino?" (name) murmured. "Th...

Allistor was angry, but he couldn't do anything about it. _, his crush/ friend was with the wrong guy. He was an idiot, and his name was Al. He even wore things that she didn't like, baggy jeans that went down to his knees, swag and yolo shirts, everything a douchebag is.And, he would yell at _ for the stupidest of things when Allistor wasn't around. He saw how miserable she would look after him yelling, it made her cry if someone yelled at her that's why she never gets in trouble.He loved her, he would treat her right. He already does, comforting her the best he can when she comes randomly to his house. He could write a book about her, ev...

“Tell me again why we have to visit Xandar?” Gamora asked, her attitude far below the happy level. Peter had told the Guardians he had to stop by the capital planet for “personal reasons”, but they weren’t buying it for a second. Especially not the assassin who was trained to question anything.“Don’t worry about it.” The ex-junked replied. “We’re just dropping by to meet an old friend. It’ll only take a minute.”“Last I checked, you ain’t got any friends, Quill.” Rocket cut in from the side. “You was raised by Yondu and his boys, and they ain’t ‘friend’ material. ‘Sides, none of’em are on Xandar anyway.”“I am Groot.”“You’re right, that was...

This one takes place four years after the movie. Highly recommend you read Part One: http://katgirl28.deviantart.com/art/Halloween-Hiro-Hamada-x-Reader-507966819“Oh!  I like this one!” you say as you grab the costume that is packaged up into its plastic bag off of the rack.  The picture on the front shows a model wearing the costume.Hiro sighs in exasperation from next to you.  “Weren’t you already Little Red Riding Hood for Halloween once?”  You had dragged him out of his house so he could go costume shopping with you, but like every year, he had no interest in doing so.  You were trying to find a costume to wear to your friend’s Hallowee...

Swan Song: Those days we used to spend together So gentle and so sweet... Are buried like my sister's corpse Entombed beneath my feet...The mornings we spent in the grove of dryads Braiding each other's hair... I visit the very same places now; But I know that she isn't there.I can hear her voice from time to time As a dying whisper amongst the trees. But I can never forget that day; It festers like disease... A waking nightmare, so vivid and real I am lost in the grip of its chilling touch. You called to me, on that fated morning Bearing a wound and crutch... But they came like thunder, these men of steel They heft their weapons high...

You looked up from Dean, where you were trying to help him staunch the blood pouring from his leg, when Sam was thrown across the room by the witch. Hauling your gun onto your shoulder, you aimed it at her and fired, the bullet piercing her chest.But not before one last spell was flung at you and Dean.------------------------------------------Groaning, you blinked your eyes open. You shoved the sheets off of you and got out of bed, before you nearly fell forward, off-balance.You caught yourself, holding onto the wall, and looked down to see what had made you go off-kilter.And you screamed."(yn)?! (yn)?! Are you okay?!" Dean shouted, runnin...

“Oh, I almost forgot. Here.” Gideon said as he handed the box to Reid.“I told you not to get me anything…” Reid grumbled as he opened the box. Inside were two tickets to A Very Potter Musical. Reid looked at them in confusion.“I did enjoy the books, but why these, and why two?” Reid asked. Gideon glanced over to where you were sitting on the plane, rereading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.“The only person in the world who calls you Spence is a huge Potterhead.” Gideon said with another pointed glance at you. You however, were oblivious, getting lost in the world of Harry Potter all over again. Reid glanced over at you, a slight blus...

Author's Note: Based off the episode of Doctor Who titled "The Last of the Time Lords", which I do not own, and will probably not make sense if you haven't seen it“No!” The word flew from your mouth and you ran to your father, pressing a hand to the crimson stain spreading across his abdomen.The Doctor followed not far behind, both of you cradling his body as his breathing slowed.“Regenerate! Please, regenerate!” You begged, the Doctor pleading with him as well. You knew that your father was a bad man, and you knew that what he did to the Doctor was wrong, but you still didn’t want him to die. He was your father, the only one you’d ever ge...

I watch my big brother Italy make pasta in Germany's kitchen. I find my brother helpless. I feel like I'm the oldest. I moved as Italy pass by. he was good at making pasta so did my other brother Romano. I on the other hand....well.....I'm the worst. I'm opposite from them. I learn more military time and study more on tactics. I wipe the table so Germany don't have to scold Italy. I hear Romano, "There you are!!!!!" I turn seeing Romano with a vain pop out of his head and went back to watching Italy. Italy wave at him. Romano scream at me, "hey!!!!! crack a smile why don't cha?"I put look at him and shrugged as I look at Italy still not fi...

Sebastian x Shy Reader:bulletred: Her Gentleman, Chess Piece- Conclusion :bulletred:  Lady Camilla Riverside had long since run out of tears to shed, but as she glanced back at the Phantomhive Manor one last time she felt her heart quiver within her chest. It seemed like a lifetime ago that she and (F/n) had arrived at the stately mansion side by side, and now she was leaving all alone. It had only been a week, and yet everything had changed. Camilla despaired at the prospects of her future, but at the same couldn’t help but feel relieved. After a lifetime of secrets and lies there was nothing left to hide. Every scrap and planned decepti...

          "Hey, which one of you beautiful young ladies wants to play next hmm?" Jiraiya looked around the room, then pointed straight at you. "You, I think it's high time you had a go at this. Step right up and pick an item out of the bucket of love." He laughed.You placed your hand in the basket and pulled out the first item you touched. It was a small rectangular box with a red nob on one end of the top. You slid over the knob only to have something pointy launch at you from the box. "What the heck is this? Some kind of finger torture trick?""No, it's just a snake in a box. People used to put venom on the tips of those tiny little fangs...

THE ART THIEF MANUAL During my career as the „Perverted Art Thief Hunter” I have encountered various plagiarists. I don’t consider myself to be an uber N00B killer (Hell, it takes more than just one person to get the scum banned! So, teamwork, teamwork, teamwork!), but I’m no newbie. And I’d like to share my experience with you. Why? Some of you may find this essay simply amusing. Some may want to use it as a tutorial. Or just to compare my stories with their own. But let’s not focus on the introduction, and cut to the chase, shall we? TYPICAL ART THIEF LINES (and what do I think about them) “You’re just jealous!” Yes, I am… Of the origina...

(Name) wasn't in good shape. She was staying with the Vargas's for the weekend since her parents were out, and she helped her Lovino in return to get a date with a girl in school. She didn't mind helping her friends when she could, but what she did mind was that she just couldn't get to him.He didn't know how she felt when he told her that he wanted to have a date with this girl. It tore her apart when he told her bluntly about it.She sat quietly on the couch, writing every single emotion she had onto a page in her notebook."(Name), are you okay?" Feliciano, his younger brother asked."Oh, I'm alright, Feli.""But you're writing like crazy~!...

“Shotaro’s partner became a Gaia Memory dealer and is a Dopant himself…” Natsumi gawked, “...just because Shotaro began to hate him for some reason?”“That is the laconic version, yes,” Sokichi responded.“That sounds rather suspicious,” Tsukasa noted.The trio was silent as Shotaro handed off a coffee pot to Natsumi. Natsumi walked on over and poured it into a cup that Tsukasa had.“Arigato,” he smiled.“You’re welcome,” Natsumi replied as she walked away.“Tou-san,” Shotaro began, “I gotta go out and get some supplies. I’ll be back… whenever…”Sokichi simply sighed seeing Shotaro shuffle out and stood up, “...Natsumi-san.”“Hai?”“Take care of th...