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What is Love?There was a princess who at the youthful age of 16 already knew more about human suffering than most of the elders in the kingdom. At age 2 she had been so sick that she would have died if the brilliant doctors of the land had not attempted surgery on her. As a young child she had been the victim of bullying and as an adolescent, though she was now old enough to take the throne, she felt complete isolation.
The Princess knew that none of the courtiers wanted to speak to her, so she would take her food during meals and sit beneath the stairs in the Great Hall, where she dined alone with none but the imaginary creatures she had created with her vast imagination to comfort her.
One day the Princess felt her heart strings straining to stay intact. The pain was so unbearable that she sought counsel. To her dismay she was met with only mockery, ridicule and disbelief. She decided that the only way to escape her pain would be to take her own life. The Princess ran to her room and found the ne
Thomasin's Monologue(This is a monologue from a play I am working on. Thomasin is a tavern wench who is in love with the prince of England. He loves her too, but Thomasin fears that one day their union will be discovered and the people will lose their faith in William. She has been contemplating giving him up so he can marry a princess and rule the traditional way.)
THOMASIN: Oh, will nothing remove this stain? What is it that lurks in the mouths of the ruffians who frequent the tavern? I dare not really ask. Thank the heavens for these rags so I do not have to touch this with my own hand, I fear I’d lose it to some foul disease if I did.
Oh, William, many times you have said that this is not the place for me. I do wish that I could be by your side every day. I live for the days you comes to the tavern. When you are near me I feel like a lady, not a wench. You treat me with respect and speak to me as you do the court of England. If all men behaved in such a way, women would have an easier time findi
Selfish PeopleI would like to take some time today to discuss a topic that many people tend to veer away from. We all think about it, possibly even on a daily basis, but we rarely bring it up to the offenders. Instead we choose to hide behind our computers, ranting about it on Facebook or Tumblr, and the offender never even realizes the post is about them. I am speaking of the fact that far too many people these days have a False Sense of Entitlement and/or live in the almighty Land of Me.
Now, I am not too harsh with people about this in most cases. Yes, every so often we do want to just have a Me Day, or do something that will only benefit ourselves. This does not make anyone a bad person. It just makes you a human being. After a long day at work or school I am sure just about everyone needs a bit of that coveted Me Time. However, you should not be the absolute center of your universe.
Selfish people oftentimes do not even realize they are selfish. I mean who goes around saying, "Yeah, I only care
Guardian AngelThere was a strange time in my life when a creature of nightmares became the source of my salvation. I had been kicked out of my mom’s house when I was nineteen because she is one of those crazy, tie you to a chair while forcing you to listen to church hymns for hours on end types, and I refused to stop believing in supernatural creatures, despite her efforts to exorcize me. I had been on my own for about nine years, in a crappy little shack in the city, just outside the crack dens and the whore houses disguised as flower shops that were mysteriously never open during the day.
When I say my house was crappy, I mean it was so bad it should have been condemned by the state. If I jiggled the doorknob too hard it would come off in my hand, most of the shingles were missing from the roof, the upstairs bathroom window was made of plastic wrap, the basement had so much mold I had to board it up so nobody could get in, and the heating only worked for half an hour at a time. Everything in
Things That Piss Me OffMy cousin refers to my parents as the Incredible Hulks. They will get blazing mad over the simplest things. I have literally seen them flip out over dropping something that never even broke when it hit the floor. They just aren’t very patient people, but they aren’t abusive, so I just tend to go to my room and wait for the storm to blow over when one of them gets like that.
I do not have as short a fuse. It honestly takes a lot to make me very angry. When I say “a lot,” I meant you have to just keep doing something that upsets me over and over until I am positive that I will never get you to accept my viewpoint, and either of us has any idea where to go from there. That being said, there are a few things that piss me off right from the get go, but I still try my best to remain civil until you try to force your ideas down my throat.
#1 Thing That Pisses Me Off
This issue tends to happen mainly through technology. I am normally texting, messaging or someone direct
Let in the Shadow Let in the Shadow
Loki opened his eyes halfway, the dazzling blue irises sparkled and his thin, pink lips parted just enough to reveal snow white teeth. A soft hum rose from his chest and his heart beat increased when he saw Tony above him like a guardian angel. The scientist's face was only inches away; close enough for Loki to catch the unmistakable scent of what he had come to know as Scotch.
"When you're alone silence is all you know."
A few months prior to this particular night, SHIELD had chosen Bruce Banner as Loki's personal therapist. Originally they had planned to imprison Loki when Thor came back to Earth with him. It took some doing and a great deal of patience, but in time Thor had been able to convince Fury that Loki was merely a lost soul who needed guidance and someone to talk to. Bruce had been able to crack through Loki's rough facade, but he could not seem to dig to the heart of the issue.
"When you're alone, silence is all you see."
Kidd never really liked her uncle. That's not to say she hated the man, she was just... indifferent to him.
In fact, it was only due to his deep dislike of his own wife and children that he left his considerable fortune and wonderful seaside beach house to Kidd out of spite when he passed away.
Not that Kidd was complaining in the slightest. It had just come as a shock to her all those years ago. One moment she was the hardest working member of the university Swim Team, dealing with a troublesome boyfriend, trying to write seven papers in three days, and nearly starving herself to pay for her education. And the next, she was lounging on the ivory sand of her new home, her life settled somewhere between 'comfortable' and 'hedonistic'. No need to work, no need to stress, she'd broken up with the whiny loser, and she was loving it. The sun beat down on her toned, exhausted body, and it was like she was revived, refreshed. 'This is a life worth liv
Breaking Down (Germany x Dead!Reader)
Germany x Dead!Reader
WARNING THIS STORY MAY TRIGGER UNHAPPY THOUGHTS, CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK. THIS STORY WILL ALSO BE TOLD IN GERMANYS POV (obviously)
I was in my room. I didn't want anyone to come in right now. It was (y/n) death anniversary. My tears were blurring everything in my room. I saw colors yellow, black and red. Those were my countries colors, the country that made people scared, angry, or cry. The only one who saw behind that was (y/n), And Italy, but Italy abandoned me while she stayed. Why did she have to leave me like this? At this time. Not even my brother is here, he suffering to much in Russia grasp, and losing his country. I guess I really am alone. How long do I have to suffer for?
My tears started to come down harder, as I clenched my jaw, and squinted my blood-shot eyes. I sit down on my bed and continue to cry. I'm breaking down, again it would seem. I always thought tears are a sign of weaknes
Coffee date (Gabriel Gray!SylarXReader)
Sylar sat in a café watching you from across the street. You tucked a stray piece of your (h/c) behind your ear and sipped your coffee before continuing to read your book. He knew you had a power being from a family all of who had an ability. Your older brother Nathan could fly, your mother Angela could dream the future and you younger brother Peter could absorb people's abilities when around them. Your ability was similar to Peters although you could only hold onto 3 abilities. Healing from Claire, flying from Nathan and mind reading from Matt Parkman. Sylar stared at you having come there to take you ability found himself unable to to through with his plan.
'Why can't I kill her? She has something I want' Sylar thought to himself unaware you could hear him. You continued drinking your coffee like he wasnt there but didn't expect him to walk across the street and sit opposite you.
"Can I help you?" You asked.
"Have we met before?" He questioned seeming unsure of himself.
You CAN Divide by Zero!" Impossible, " you say, " I couldn't get my calculator to compute it no matter how many times I tried. "
Well, it may be true that you cannot divide by zero on a calculator, but follow these handy steps
and you will be able to outwit ANY calculator or computer!
What you will need:
A marker ( Whatever color you'd like, especially if it's one of those scented ones! )
A piece of paper or a dry erase board. ( If neither is available, a styrofoam cup or a napkin will do fine. )
Tape ( The sticky kind, not the one you recorded reruns of Friends on. )
A Wall ( How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat? )
Now if you have all those supplies ready, you can now begin to divide by zero!
Step One :
Take your paper ( dry erase board, napkin, etc. ) and draw a zero on it. The size and color does not matter,
at least to the number anyway. It may matter to you, but as long you draw a zero, nobody else will care. Penmenship
doesn't matter either provided you can still tell it's a ze
Bianca And Victoria“I call this meeting of the Brickville Villains’ Club to order.” The Dishonorable Zachariah Macassar smartly rapped his gavel on the podium. Weird shadows cloaked the elderly scoundrel, despite the illumination provided by the stylish gasolier overhead. Zachariah liked darkness; it suited him well. “A warm greeting to all our members and their… special guests.”
An angry scream came from Bianca Casqueira, one of the “special guests”, although no one could understand exactly what she was saying. The folded handkerchief inside her mouth, and the strip of cloth running between her rose pink lips ensured that. Coils of rope around her torso and legs kept her seated in a chair next to Craemer Crumb. Craemer’s elegant top hat was a battered ruin; he had scratches on his hand and a bandage over nearly half his face. Bianca had not made it easy for him to bring her here.
“I move we dispen
Heroes Chatroom (SylarXReader)
(Y/n) has logged on
Flyingman101 has logged on
LotsOPowers has logged on
'Hey (Y/n) - Flyingman101'
'Heyo - (Y/n)'
'Has anyone seen my cape? I left it in my room but its gone now :C - LotsOPowers'
'No we have not seen your cape Pete - Flyingman101'
DestinysHiro has logged on
HirosBFF has logged on
'Do you want me to ask mom Peter? - (Y/n)'
'No.... - LotsOPowers'
'FLYING MAN! - DestinysHiro'
'Oh great you again! Are you stalking me?! - Flyingman101'
HRG has logged on
'How come I'm the only one with no stupid username? - (Y/n)'
'Because your not hip - Flyingman101'
'Says you - LotsOPowers'
'Nathan I can guess whos LotsOPowers? - HRG'
'Peter - (Y/n)'
'Hiro have you found another mission? - HirosBFF'
'No I'm just tired and wanted to talk to others - DestinysHiro'
'Seriously where the fuck is my cape?! - LotsOPowers'
'Peter! We don't know now stop tearing the house apart! - (Y/n)'
'AH MY SUITS WHY ARE THEY ON THE FLOOR?! - Flyingman101'
'My brothers are idiots - (Y/n)'
'Agreed - HRG'
Heroes chatroom 2 (MohinderXReader)
Flyingman101 has logged on
LotsOPowers has logged on
HRG has logged on
IndestructibleCheerleader has logged on
'Claire change your username it's way to long - HRG'
'Your not my real dad! - IndestructibleCheerleader
'Claire listen to the idiot with the weird glasses - Flyingman101'
'Uggh fiiiiine - IndestructibleCheerleader'
IndestructibleCheerleader has changed her name to YOLOunlessyourme
'Lol - Flyingman101'
'Damit Claire - HRG'
(Y/n) has logged on
TheDoctorIsIn has logged on
'Are you sure no ones online? - TheDoctorIsIn'
'Im sure. Peters out buying a new cape and Nathan's being boring as normal - (Y/n)'
'Ok so ill pick you up at 8? - TheDoctorIsIn'
'Sure sounds good - (Y/n)'
'OH HELL NO!!! - Flyingman101'
'Damit (Y/n)! - TheDoctorIsIn'
'Whoops - (Y/n)'
'*sighs* not this shit again - HRG'
'Least I'm not Sylar - TheDoctorIsIn'
NotASerialKiller has logged on
'You called? - NotASerialKiller'
'He's like Beatlejuice - YOLOunlessyourme'
'Lol nice name Claire - (Y/n)'
'Thank you! See
Male!Reader x Santa x 2Male!ReaderHahhaaaa.... :icondrunkplz:
I Saw (1Name) Kissing Santa Claus
(2Name) woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one small box that looked like a (fav small thing/toy).
Then (2Name) noticed that (1Name) was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.
(2name) thought that he would surprise (1Name). Maybe even sneak up behind him and tickle him. That always made (1Name) laugh.
(2Name) crept silently down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its bright Christmas lights, and the presents, heaped up together, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and (1Name). Kissing someone.
(2Name) was so angry, he picked up the nearby T.V. remote from a table and threw it towards (1Name), barely missing him.
Here Come the Rubba Girls, Splish, SplashIt was another hot summer day. Mom and Dad were walking in the park and my brother just got off the treadmill. During this time, I was relaxing, thinking about what my upcoming classes are going to be like.
Tim: *opens my door with a towel around him* "The treadmill is all yours if you want to go on it."
Me: "Might as well, thanks."
Tim: "No problem." *closes the door and heads for the shower*
Once Tim turned on the shower, I got off my bed, turned on my phone, went on YouTube, found a good video to watch that will help pass the time, and I got my headphones so I can hear the video.
Me: "Alright, here we go. *heads downstairs and sees the treadmill* Lets do it."
After my 30 minutes on the treadmill were up, I changed into my swim trunks and watched the rest of the video.
Me: *finishes video* "Alright, time to cool off."
As I got my towel and opened the door, I was greeted by four hellos.
Rubber girls: "Hi, Robert!"
Me: "Woah! *falls down in surprise
SpecialShe ran across the dining hall with a mischievious grin on her face and a laugh in her throat.
He bolted from out of nowhere and screamed as she chased after him.
Up and down the stairs they flew, screaming and laughing like lunatics.
She caught him by the back of his trousers and he snapped back as though he were caught in a clothesline.
She laughed wildly as he fell to the floor and disolved into giggles.
She fell upon him and lifted his shirt.
She blew berries on his belly until he laughed so hard he cried.
She was crying as well because she had never laughed so hard in all her life.
There was something about the time she spent with him that helped her remember childhood.
Something about him was very special.
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