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-your father is very weak right now.-
We need to have you sit up straight, alright?
--we don't know if she will snap out of it.--
---damn heart attacks...---
-what if he died?-
--she might be like this for the rest of her life.--
You're unstable, dear. We'll keep you in the ICU in case something happens.
---he... You came back to tell me this?!---
Hon, I know it hurts, but stay awake and don't move, alright?
--Where are we? What day is it today? Where are we? What day is it today?--
You could've died.
I've seen death. I've cheated death.
Once or twice, or more.
Survived a car crash miraculously without any permanent injuries, heard that my grandfather died of a heart attack, one of the millions.
I used to cry every time I heard about death.
But now, the
GatewayI pass by the fish tank in my bedroom every day. I feed it once in the morning, once in the evening, or somewhere around there because I tend to feed it at 11 sometimes.
I can't really tell what that fish is thinking- I just drop a pellet of food next to it, and watch and see if it gets it or not- sometimes, I'll drop multiple leading to one that's really far away so that I'm sure that the fish will be able to get it.
It's like luring the fish to eat stuff.
The name's Teal. The fish is dark blue, almost black, and it's a betta. It's got really pretty fin-things.
Thing is, I don't know squat about fish.
It's kinda just swimming there, and I'm watching it, and I have no idea what it's thinking, and we're both staring at random things and wasting time.
Or maybe the fish isn't wasting time- maybe Teal's got an official Pokémon license, finally, or maybe Teal's the new Keyblade master. Maybe it's donning knight clothes to fend off attacking rocks and saving the soccer ball princess,
IdentityIntrovert. Socially awkward. Quiet. Shy. Weird.
There's this person. She's terrible with people. She doesn't really get what's popular. Doesn't really fit in. Terrible at speaking with correct English grammar, says appertizer accidentally instead of appetizer sometimes. And if you ask her to "sell herself", like in an interview or when fundraising door-to-door, it's a lost cause.
She freezes up at the worst times, spaces out a lot, hates being center stage. And she can never, ever talk about herself. Not unless it's like third person or something, because otherwise, it's just awkward.
Artistic. Musically talented. Smart. Perfectionist.
She hates performing anything solo. But groups? If she can fade into the background, it's exhilarating to make people clap, give them the time of their lives. She likes serving, a lot. She likes smiles on people's faces, and she'll go out of her way sometimes to make that happen. She believes that making other people happy wil
Worst of Curses, Best of Friends Pt. 5Night.
I was younger, a lot younger, when I appreciated the waves.
The stars shone out and made the black carpet of sky twinkle, and the roar of the sea accompanied it. The water rushed against the cliff, creating the sound of chaos and serenity, and the moon smiled.
I was on a cliff, sitting, twirling my hair, with nothing terribly important to do. The waves broke, the seagull in the distance cried out, the crickets sang their song.
Footsteps. The gravel/sand I was sitting on crumbled and cracked as a shadow walked up, making no sound other than making the rock beneath his feet complain. Milan was here. He had gone in earlier this afternoon with his father to talk about a "very important thing you should know about Alex", and after that, he had quitely said, "I'll meet you at the place with the cliffs" and had disappeared. Now, he was silent as he sat down, and for a while, we just sat there.
I waited for quite some time, and then, impatient, glanced at Milan to see why he wasn't bein
Worst of Curses, Best of Friends Pt. 4So, to summarize it all, I was dead in a few minutes, because of this giant fluffy cute sparkly adorable Draen that likes Sachins for dinner. Oh, never mind, it was just giant, nothing else.
So, um. Yay.
By that I mean oh crap no.
By oh crap no I mean just that.
How does it feel to die in a short time, you may ask?
Well, there's a part of you that accepts it. A part that smiles, and says that you were a good person, and that it's for the best. A part that remembers what you've done, you know, the life flashing before your eyes part.
But nobody pays attention to that part.
See, I'm pretty sure that it's universal or something- you panic when you're about to die.
As in, for example, my thought process would be something along the lines of WHY ME WHY NOW I DON'T WANNA DIE you were a good person alex AHHHH NOOOOO IT HURTS THE PAIN THE HORROR I wonder what mom's doing OH NOOOOOES I DON'T WANNA DIE I WANNA LIVE JUST GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCE PLEASE I'M BEGGING OF YOU-
Worst of Curses, Best of Friends Pt. 3It was a curse, I remember.
Like, an actual legit curse. It's not our fault we get lazer'd by Draen's left and right (at least mostly not our fault), I mean, someone actually pronounced in a witchy voice that "you gon' die."
I learned the story shortly after Milan's dad told me about my dad's death. I have to say, Milan's dad is a pretty good storyteller. He told me about Fanias and their relation to my father's death.
Fanias are female mages that exist to teach the people lessons in goodness. They still exist today, but they're pretty rare and love to exist in hidden places. They're supposedly quite pretty, but I can't confirm that since I haven't actually, you know, seen one yet. They dabble in prophecy, wind magic, and heal the surrounding land with earth magic, and also concealing magic to hide themselves. Uh, and they also have golden eyes. I think.
Their power stems from the symbiotic relationship between them and this golden bird. The golden feathers are naturally infused with m
Worst of Curses, Best of Friends Pt. 2Wow, I knew you weren't amazing at magic, but... heh...
Oh, shut up! Just because I'm a girl -like you- doesn't mean that I have to be good at everything!
Mm, but if I remember correctly, I remember you saying that you could color a tile- simplest of magic- without coloring your whole head of hair like that also~ Although, it does look... interesting...
Oh, shut up! You're suck a prick sometimes. I can do magic- it- it's just that I'm not feeling it today...!
Oh, really. Alexandria, I bet you're no better than your father when it comes to magic. That Draen that beat him probably wasn't even that strong- if you're that self-proclaimed hero you say you are, why don't you go, hmm?
...Grr! That's enough! I'll show you!
Huh? How would you- you don't mean you'd actually- wait, Alex-
You don't just insult my family like that! You'll see, I'll return with that scale!
N- No, I didn't mean it like- oh, no. It's dangerous...! Please...!
It was that argument.
Not quite sure how I managed t
Worst of Curses, Best of Friends Pt. 1"Hee hee, you're so slow. Wake up already!"
I could barely make out what the giggling male voice said because of the immense headache I had that was making the whole room buzz, which was distorting the sounds that came across my ears and attempting to turn them into some form of vocal spaghetti.
Okay, I could hear that pretty clearly. Now, I couldn't see anything, but if I could make an educated guess, the way his girly laughter made me want to punch his face off probably meant he could only be one person. Because unless I was mistaken and my ears really did hear spaghetti, the person who was laughing their face off was probably Milan.
Probably being 99.9 percent. And a half.
"You know, if you just, I don't know, opened your eyes, you'd know for sure who I was, right?"
Okay, yeah, that was Milan. The smirking bastard knew everything about me- whether I told him or not. I swear he's read my mind multiple times, but then again, that'd be crazy, so I just go with the idea of him
EternityAugh. I lay my head on the desk, and made a fist and pounded it on my homework. Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid.
When would I ever get a break? I mean, I knew that there were the weekends, which were plenty. But I usually procrastinated all though them, and ended up not really getting anything done. I was just so tired everyday, so sleepy, so not wanting to do actual work.
I personally blamed it on the car accident, the one that made me not really do anything for nine whole days and killed my mile time. But really, I was the one procrastinating. Trying not to think about school.
Trying not to think about life.
As much as I hated it, I knew that one day I'd grow up. One day, I'd have to apply for colleges, get a job, get a life. Grow old, drink that gross porridge stuff my mom and my grandmother love, die. Or maybe even before that, I'd die because of some unnatural cause.
As much as I wanted to stay with the current world, I knew that in a couple years, there'd be so many video
Hetalia X Reader: The Translator
You walk up to one of your office colleague, Arthur Kirkland, with a folder to your side and look at him in concern
“You alright?” you asked, stopping in front of him.
Arthur looks down at his phone with a distress look
“No, I have a bit of a nightmare actually…” he sighs, looking up at you.
“What’s the matter?” you asked immediately in concern.
“Well we have all the NSOCO from around the world in this room” he gestures to the door beside him while smiling pathetically.
“In ten minutes the annual summit is supposed to take place” he takes a deep breath before continuing “They phone thousand of miles to get here and my translator hasn’t turned up” he scowls down at his phone.
You continue to watch him, still wonder what’s bothering him.
Arthur tear his gaze away from his phone and frowns
“I need to find someone who can translate into seven different languages…” he explaine
Code Red Avenger x Pmsing ReaderAka How the Avengers deal with a pmsing you
“Hello sweetheart.” Tony greeted you as you sat glaring at your coffee for not being hot enough. You sneered at the cheerful man before you while you grabbed a knife smeared with jelly and began to spread it on your toast. You went to dip the knife back into the bottle only to discover it had been moved. You pulled it back to you and quickly resumed preparing your breakfast as Tony hummed beside you. Anger started to build inside you as his humming increased in volume and eventually gave way to singing.
Thankfully Tony shut up before you grew homicidal. With a sigh of relief you put your focus on making jelly toast instead of not killing your friend, only to find the jelly missing again. With a small growl you stole it from Tony again.
“I was using that.” He complained while he reached for it again. You put a stop to that though by twisting around and pointing the knife at him
Spider 2 (JeffXReader)You casually sat on the couch flicking through a magazine while Sally braided your hair into a plat. Jeff walked into the room and face-palmed at Sally.
“Why is Sally braiding your hair?” Jeff asked sitting beside you.
“She got bored and you weren’t here so she couldn’t braid your hair” You shrugged turning the page.
“There is no way I’m letting her braid my hair” Jeff shot Sally a glare making her giggle.
“Yep” You nodded more focused on the magazine than him.
“Be back in a few” Jeff muttered standing up.
“Where are you going?” You asked curiously.
“Shower. Wanna join me?” Jeff asked seductively.
“I’m good” You replied.
“Damn” Jeff sighed before going upstairs to the bathroom.
“Can Jeff not shower himself?” Sally asked innocently.
“He was using grown up talk Sally” You patted her head. A few minutes later an unmanly scream came fro
It's a rat Clint x Reader It was a peaceful Saturday morning and your faithful husband slept soundly in the bedroom, until you ear piercing shrieks filled the air. Clint’s eyes snapped open and within seconds his loaded bow was in his hands as he headed for your location.
“What’s wrong?” He nearly shouted as his wide eyes swept over the room. When he found nothing he diverted his gaze to your trembling form in search of wounds. You stood on top of the kitchen table, your horror struck eyes flickered between your left leg and the far corner of the room. Clint placed his hand on your leg to try and jumpstart you after he checked the room once again.
“It was a rat, a big fat rat! Ugh, it was crawling on my leg and wouldn’t let go!”
Clint sighed once before bending down and picking up one of the biscuits that littered the floor. His aim followed your gaze and with a small flick of his wrist the piece of bread flew through the air.
Beaming Scotty (Pavel ChekovXReader)You fumbled with the controls on the panel before you heard a sigh behind you.
“You press that button!” Scotty exclaimed pointing to the obvious red button.
“Scotty shut up!” You replied.
“I’ll shut up when you start doing your job!” Scotty said before walking away in a huff.
“Uggh Scotty” You muttered under your breath before looking around for your book they was
on the chair beside you but was now gone.
“SCOTTY!” You cursed before a hand tapped your shoulder. You turned around and were met
with Pavel Andreievich Chekov the youngest of the Enterprise next to you.
“Hey Pavel” You nodded in greeting.
“Hello (y/n)” Chekov smiled before holding up your book.
“Is zis yours?” He asked curiously.
“Yeah I thought Scotty took it again” You nodded in relief.
“He vas going to zen I got to it before him” Chekov replied.
“Thanks Pavel” You smiled. Chekov handed
Spider (BEN DrownedXReader)BEN was playing Call Of Duty on his X-box when you walked by and ruffled his hair after removing his hat.
“Hey!” BEN whined.
“What?” You shrugged innocently.
“Give me my hat” BEN shot you a playful glare. You rolled your eyes at him and dropped his hat back onto his messy hair. You shook your head when he turned back and resumed his game and walked up to your room that you both shared. Sighing you looked down at your now ripped favourite t-shirt while damning Jeff to hell for ripping it. Just as you were about to change you saw something move out of the corner of your eye. You turned and shrieked at the sight of the spider’s sitting on the floor. You ran downstairs and tackled BEN who yelped and fell over.
“What the hell?!” BEN exclaimed.
“There are spiders in our room! Go kill them!” You replied.
“Oh hell no!” BEN shook his head.
“BEN!” You whined shaking him by the shoulders.
“I hate spide
Spider 3 (JackXReader)You and Jack were on your way back to the mansion from a kill. Jack opened the door for you being the gentleman he is making you blush and nod in thanks. When you got to the living room you saw Splenderman talking happily to Slender who looked like he wanted to shoot himself.
“Oh thank god there’s (y/n) and Jack!” Slender exclaimed. When Splender looked over Slender made a run for it and vanished into the safety of his kitchen.
“Hey Splendy” You waved.
“Hello (y/n)” Splender smiled ruffling your hair.
“Don’t touch the hair” You pushed his hand away.
“Hello Jack” Splender looked to him.
“Hi” Jack waved awkwardly.
“I hope my brothers been treating you well” Splender looked back to you. You let your mind wander to the time Slender ‘accidently’ pushed you down the stairs or when he ‘accidently’ dropped you out a window. You mentally smirked knowing if you tell Splender he
Friendstuck|..A new start, a new place...|
Beep, beep, beep, bee— SMASH.
..Okay. Probably not to the best way to shut the stupid thing up. Oh well. Mission accomplished anyways!!
And now, for your most arduous, painful and demanding mission yet:
....Going to school.
..With a groan, you got out of bed and got ready for your first day at your new school.
Throughout your life, you've more or less been a loner, as you are a (shy/sassy) type of person. You sigh. It'd be great if you managed to make some friends this year. No more being the awkward loner leftover hanging out with your good ol' friends: Dust, Corner, and the occasional cricket.
Phase 1 Complete:
You got your freaking schedule. Yay.
..Now, your first class is....
Away With The FairiesAway With the Fairies
"W-w-where am I? ... W-w-where'd Chiyo and Amelia g-go?" Kitten was hardly the adventurous sort, nor was she exactly 'independent'. She was such a sweet, gentle girl... But she was the sort that'd be afraid of her own shadow. So it comes as no surprised that she was utterly terrified to find herself lost in the woods and on her own. "C-C-Chiyo?! A-A-Amelia?! W-w-where are g-guys?!" she called out, praying with all her being that they'd call back so she'd at least have one of her closest friends there to keep her safe. The whole area was completely foreign to her, she'd of been fine if she could at least figure out where she was. "W-where are you g-guys? ... I'm s-s-scared... P-p-please c-come out guys... I'll l-let you p-p-play with my f-f-feet as much as you want A-Amelia... E-even my t-toes! J-just please c-come out..." she was starting to sob. Kitten couldn't stand the thought if being lost on her own; what if she never found her way out? She'd
Zelda Logic (or lack of)Oh, you didn't. You did not just-
You wouldn't dare. You can't just-
I mean seriously. How stupid would you have to be to-
Don't do that, Link, it's not-
Hey, don't ignore me! I'm-
Hey, without me you'd be dead-
Listen, you numbskull! I don't approve-
Argh, won't you ever pay attention to-
This is how you beat-
ARRGH! What is wrong with-
You know, you wouldn't have died if-
Okay, now you're just being an insufferable pri-
Oh, don't you ignore me like-
You think I can't call-
You know what, I'm getting-
Nintendo's not gonna be real happy about this-
Oh shut up I know I'm breaking the fourth-
Talking about walls, break-
No, not this one, the other-
I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU HERE! DON'T IG-
I so hate-
Link rolled his eyes and stuck the fairy back in his bottle. Navi could be so annoying sometimes!
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