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AT With PolisBil ...I yawned as I slowly awoke from my deep sleep. The sun was beating down on my face through the window and I tossed the covers off as I leaped out of bed and got dressed in my usual clothing; a grey hoodie, some sneakers, and a pair of jeans. As I finished get dressed it hit me like wrecking ball; today's Christmas! So I jerked out a Santa hat that was in my closet and set it perfectly on my head.
As I went to my window and looked, everything was covered in a white blanket of snow. All except a handmade basket that was at my door. I bolted down the stairs to go look at the little basket, and almost tripped over my own feet. I opened the door and there was the little basket with three sleeping kittens covered by a red blanket.
The plush, red blanket had a note on it. The note read: 'Please Take Care Of Us', all the first letters in the words were capitalized. I looked to see if anyone was going to come looking for them... I waited a few minutes, but no one ca
Video Games: Part 4Contains Language, Violence and Alcohol Use
Slendy slowly walked in the room and sat down next to Jeff without saying a single word. "Hey, you on the last level?" the lanky figure asked as Jack sat down to him, everyone feeling squished in the couch.
"Yah, why?" Jeff asked as well.
"No reason, you might just want to prepare for hell though..." Slendy trailed off in his words.
"Oh... WAIT, WHAT?!" Jeff yelled as his character entered a room that was dark, with blood stains on the wall and ceiling, zombies of all kinds everywhere in the arena-like room. Jack and BEN stared in awe as all the undead creatures ran for Ryan; Jeff's character. Jeff had 3 guns and plenty of ammo, but he was still scared.
"PAUSE!" BEN and Jack blurted in unison, almost on the edge of their seats, while Slendy said nothing, reclining back.
"No..." Jeff said, eyes shining with pure determination. Ryan ran into the horde, smashing the zombie's heads in with a sledgeham
Video Games: Part 3Contains Language
Slendy's phone vibrated... at the worst possible time, he was following this man that was trying hard to figure out who this 'Slenderman' thing was and he was literally right behind him.
The black haired man didn't hear it, he just kept walking on the hard gravel road. Slenderman picked the man up, the man wasn't very big, or tall, so Slendy just impaled him on one of his tendrils that came out of his back. "Hello?" Slendy asked.
"Hey Slendy it's BEN, Jeff's about to finish this game, wanna come and watch him fail?" BEN asked, Jeff glaring at him with evil eyes.
"No, I'm busy," he said right to them.
"Ok," BEN said as he reached in his jar and hung up his phone.
Jeff's character was walking along the suburb sidewalks, zombie moans getting louder and louder, but not one zombie to be seen, when a new enemy burst out of a house: a Leviathan, the zombie had a big bite mark on it's face, scratches on it's torso, it stood about twice as tall and w
Video Games: Part 2Contains Language and Alcohol Use
...The phone rang.
BEN hated Sundays, it meant a good Saturday turning into a horrible Monday, and for some reason he didn't like picking up his phone, but since it was Jack he accepted the call. He just had to wake up first. "Hello?..." BEN asked in his pajama's; a green shirt and a pair of black and white striped underwear. He got dressed in a green shirt and some jeans; he wanted to spice things up today.
"Hey BEN, come over here and help us with our broken tv," Jack demanded.
"Dude, it's broken, get a new one, or you can come over here and play it on my PS4..."
"... But the PS4 sucks ass..." Jack said with a smirk behind his phone.
"Do you want to beat the game or not?! It's multiplatform, and I have the game, plus I beat it, so you guys can play the level where you left off, and now... you don't have an excuse, BITCH!" BEN yelled behind the phone. Jack sighed a really deep sigh.
"So," Jeff said plainly.
Video Games: Part 1Contains Language and Alcohol Use
"JACK!" Jeff yelled at the top of his lungs, ringing around the 2-story, white, apartment house. Jeff sat there on the couch, white hoodie, looking brand new, bloodstains gone. He frowned... uh, tried, his carved in-smile preventing frowning. His lidless eyes trying to make an angry face. He propped up his feet on the coffee counter in the living room, him staring at his black Converse for a while, a Xbox One controller in his hand, he took one big swig of a beer bottle.
"Coming," Jack said frustrated. He put his black hoodie on, and his dark blue mask with the dark eyeholes filled with some black substance, he slipped on white Converse and went down the stairs, a Xbox One controller in his hand too.
"Ready?" Jeff asked.
"Ready," Jack said plopping on the brown couch.
The 2 got a game called 'Kill or Be Killed', Jeff inserted the disk and the game began playing with a bloody screen, Jeff choose story mode, medium difficulty, multiplayer and began playi
Request From Snake-TheApocalyspeContains Sexual Themes
I've worked at Diamond Tiara co., it's an ok job, but the best part is a big beautiful boss. Her name is Diamond Tiara, she's got a butt the size of a beach ball, a slightly smaller stomach and smaller breast, I honestly think she likes me, by the way, name's Trevor.
It all started at the workplace...in the hallways...
"Don't forget Trevor, you've got that essay due next week," she said, passing my skinny body and her butt swaying back and forth in her dark purple suit pants.
I saw a yellow sticky note that said 'Spank Me', I couldn't resist and I was in the mood, so I spanked her large, plush butt. "Oh!" she said in surprise. She turned around and took the note off, smiling, this was it, I have to ask her I said to myself.
"Hey, um, Diamond, you want to go to the bar?" I asked.
"Sure, sounds fun," she said, I was surprised and shocked, and most certainly happy, "When?" she asked.
The bell rung to signal us to go home, "How about now?" I asked sheepishly.
Gift For TordFromEddsworldI drove for miles without ending and listening to modern punk rock, I don't know why I left Edd, I just...didn't want to follow in they're footsteps, I guess, I just didn't want to follow them around. I liked the tune to this song, so I jammed to it. I want to go searching for a bar, or a strip club, or both. Over a few minutes of searching I finally found a decent bar. I walked in, trying to look inconspicuous, but I stuck out like a sore thumb with my blood red hoodie and black jeans in the sea of testosterone-bathed morons.
"God, this place is filled with jerks," I said to myself as an overweight biker knocked into me.
He must of heard me, cause he came walking back, his overgrown gut poking my back. "You got something to say?" he said as a few more bikers rose up out of their groaning seats.
The fattest biker pushed me and then the others were pushing my skinny body back and forth, everyone was staring, I finally had a chance to grab a 2x4 on the bar floor. I quickly, grabbed it, a
Slenderman's Adventure: Chapter 1 Part 5Contains Fighting, Blood, Language and Use of Shotgun
Jeff, Jeff....JEFF!!!" Slendy yelled at his unconscious adversary. He sighed, went outside of the frozen cave in the tundra that they were in. He picked up some freezing snow and shoved it straight into Jeff's ocean blue jeans.
Silence-until Jeff sprang up and yelled as much curse words as he knew, "GODDAMMIT, YOU FUCKING MOTHERFUCKING. YOU ASSHOLE, AS SOON AS THIS FUCKING SNOW MELTS I'LL KICK YOU LANKY ASS NI-," he said before he was interrupted.
"Now Jeff, no need for the 'N' word," Slendy said in the calmest voice he could make without laughing, "Come on we only have 2 Shadow Fragments, we need the third one, and it's here somewhere."
The two were walking out of the deep cavern that was keeping they're bodies warm, until Jeff remembered that he didn't have his hoodie on, it got torn up by the giant sandworm, Jeff's snow white chest showing, and Slendy had his suit all on...but, how?
"How did you get your suit back?..." Jeff asked
Awesome Elite Soldier-Rank 9Role
Although their charging tactics may seem reckless, but they know when to fall back and when to look for cover. General Ryan preferred to deploy the elites as semi-autonomous commando units, equipping them with shotguns to systematically sweep and clear the area of enemies. He also used them in similar roles only they were more often employed as support to regular forces, they are also one of the most common soldiers.
Sta-52 Assault Rifle
Rushing Into Battle
Specializing in Multiple Weapons
Plowing Through The Enemy
'Nader-They wield a custom made grenade launcher and a pistol. They are seen working with many other Awesome Elites. They are used for exploding multiple enemies or one extremely armored enemy. They're also seen as amazingly fearless and brave for being one of the first soldiers on the battlefield.
Extreme Character Creation Sheet This is a character creation sheet created to write out all the details of your characters. Author's questions are for you, Impersonal are to be written in the third person, and personal are to be written as if dictated to the character by you. Feel free to edit it and have fun!
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A Hope | Eren x Reader | One ShotI ran my hands over the soft ground. As the sun and wind grazed over my face, I wondered how in this world we live in, there can be such struggle and pain and fear breathing the same air as this peaceful scene. I closed my eyes and lie there on the ground. "(First)?" I propped myself up on my elbow, coaxing my eyes open as I turned to face the voice. "Yes?" I asked, looking up at crouching , dark-haired figure. Eren. He sat down on the ground next to me, crossing his legs. "Are you okay?" I nodded, pushing back the memory of the previous day. I had just returned from a mission outside the walls, several of my squad did not return, I was the only one left unscathed. We sat for a moment in bitterly peaceful silence, I held back tears. "If you need to talk." He said after a moment and hesitantly laying a gentle hand on my shoulder. I looked down at the grass as I realized that the peace I had felt was in v
Prayer for Ukraine/CrimeaIn November 2013 protests started, when Ukrainian citizens demanded stronger
integration with the European Union.
This led to a wave of demonstrations and civil unrest which evolved
to include calls for the resignation of President Yanukovych and his government.
In January 16, 2014 violence escalated when the government passed
Anti-Protest Laws restricting freedom of speech and assembly
Anti-government demonstrators occupied buildings in the centre of Kiev.
In Feb 18-20 riots left 98 dead and thousands injured.
Members of Parliament found the president unable to fulfill his duties
and exercised constitutional powers' to set an election in May to select
In the aftermath of this, protests were staged by Pro-Russian groups
who opposed the events in Kiev and wanted closer ties or integration with Russia.
Other groups wanted autonomy or possible independence for Crimea.
On March 1st, Russia deployed troops throughout Crimea and southeast of Ukraine.
These actions have been
Rant: Defending RosalinaEver since her appearance in Super Mario 3D World, Rosalina has been getting alot of crap from tons of Mario fans. I'm hear to shed some light on this matter once and for all.
Argument: She's replacing Daisy and/or Waluigi and taking there spots in mainstream titles away from them. It's unfair!
And how exactly is she doing that? The last time I checked, Waluigi and Daisy were both still appearing in games. I think you guys are just upset that Rosalina is making mainstream appearances and Daisy and Waluigi aren't. People fail to realize that Daisy and Waluigi were never mainstream to begin with (well, Daisy did appear in Super Mario Land, but that was about what? 2 decades ago?). Now don't get me wrong, I truly do like Daisy and I have absolutely nothing against her, but Daisy was pretty much only brought back to the Mario series to give Peach a partner in Mario spin-offs (and probably to give Luigi a love interest), just like Waluigi was only created to give Wario a partner in Mario sp
New School, New World- Italy's EndingItaly’s Ending- Pastaaaaa~
You turned the TV off with a sigh. Nothing good was on and you didn’t want to do any homework yet. As you sat there wondering about what to do, you absent-mindedly picked up your cell phone and scrolled through your contacts. The first number after your father’s read Feliciano Vargas. You’d forgotten that Ludwig had given you his number a day ago. You smiled and decided to give the guy a call. You hardly had to wait before the cheerful Italian picked up the phone.
“Hey, Feli. It’s (f/n)”
“Oh hi (f/n)! I was just missing you! I’m so bored sitting at home and I wanna see you and Ludwig and Kiku again!”
You laughed as you listened to him whine. “At least you have Lovino with you though”.
“Actually Lovi isn’t here”, Feliciano responded sadly, “He had to go to work”.
“Really? Then who
Armin x Reader (Part 1)I pushed the library door open gently with my foot, balancing two large cups of coffee. I saw Armin glance up slightly and smile. “Good morning.” he said. I returned the greeting. “I thought I would find you here. Coffee?” I raised one of the mugs towards him slightly. placed his book in his lap and took the cup. “Thank you.” He sat up and crossed his legs, blowing on the coffee to cool it. He sighed. I perched myself on the arm of his chair. “What’s wrong?” I moved my mug with the upward inflection. He shook his head. “Nothing. I’m just tired, I was up last night reading and I fell asleep in here.” I turned to face him, putting my feet next to his in the seat of the chair and bringing my knees to my chin. “That’s why you weren’t at breakfast?” he nodded. “What
Little Voices- GaruruI am the stoic leader.
The most straightforward things I do are shown through little to no feeling. Small gestures, simple nods, and vague frowns are met with frightened stares, the recipients of my lack of emotion unsure of how to appropriately respond.
I do this for a reason, mind you.
The less feeling I reveal, the less likely I will ever have to endure a painstakingly cruel observation from the common spectator… the less likely I'll unleash the grueling, pitiful weakness within.
I am not an idiot; I understand when people convey the deepest of emotions to me. When Giroro was struck by one of my bullets, and tumbled down to the pits of the waters below… when that boy was horrified to see the Sergeant transformed into a blank, amnesic and power-hungry leader… when Pururu confessed to me in tears that she wanted to treat me kindly.
Neither of my actions could be excused. Giroro could have easily gotten killed, Keroro never revived from that state, and Pururu
Oh, Were is My Jenny?Candace sat in the chair by the back door with a pen and note pad watching her brothers, and waiting for them to do something bustable.
"Let's see: boys still sitting in the back yard, no change. Wait, enter Isabella, Baljeet, and Buford." Candace said to herself as she wrote all of this down.
"Now I just have to wait and see what they do next." Candace said as she continued viewing them all.
Outside, Buford looked disappointed.
"What's the matter Buford?" Phineas asked.
"I ordered these moon boots a few days ago and I just got them in the mail. But they don't make me jump high enough. I can only jump up as high as I normally can." Buford explained.
"Don't you hate that? You sometimes get upset by what you receive in the mail isn't what you thought it'd be?" Phineas asked.
"It would be really cool to jump up really high into the air." Isabella remarked.
"Hey, yeah. We could make our own moon shoes that actually make us bounce really high in the air. Ferb, I know what we're going to do
OC GusOC Gus
Born In: Jamaica
Now In: UK
Likes: peace, friendship, light and love
Dislikes: guns, violence, Eduardo and darkness
Personality: Gus is very happy-go lucky and sometimes even slap-happy. Gus is the caring and loving one of the three, he loves to have friends around. Although he may seem kind every person has there bad side, but Gus is triggered by a punch and becomes savage and crazy, but this rarely happens. Gus is very lovable. He also is immensely terrified of things that go bump in the night.
Appearance: Gus is a pacifist. He is Jamaican and is the tallest of the group, sometimes it can be great or a pain in the ass. He has dreadlocks that are moderately long. He wears a yellow hoodie with a white t-shirt underneath it and has ocean blue jeans in winter and fall. In summer and spring he wears a black t-shirt with a red peace sign on it and some white shorts.
Weight: 98 lbs
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