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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."
Prank war (Martin.F/Reader vs Benedict.C/Andrew.S)You sat beside Martin reading over the script for the last episode of Sherlock season 2.
“Hey Martin” You said looking over at him.
“Yes?” Martin replied putting down his script.
“How pissed would Andrew be if I slap-cam’d him?” You asked smirking slightly.
“I have no idea” Martin shrugged.
“I need your assistance!” You grinned standing up. Martin rolled his eyes but stood up anyway. The two of you planned where and when to slap cam Andrew and went out to buy some whipped cream and a pie.
“You sure you wanna do this?” You looked at Martin who nodded.
“Definitely” Martin replied holding the cream pie in his hand.
“Ok then is Mark in position?” You asked. Martin looked over at Mark Gatiss and saw him standing there holding up your phone.
“He’s either waiting for us or playing Angry Birds” Martin nodded.
“Ok then…..There they are!” You smirked pointing
BBW Rainbow DashSighing in boredom and flicking another strand of her rainbow colored hair from her eyes, Rainbow Dash droned on punching in numbers on her computer; taking another quaff of her cup of coffee. Working a desk job was the last thing she ever expected to do with her life, especially with all the sports scholarships she received during high school. The highlight of her life was when she signed on to her favorite women's football (soccer) team and put on her jersey. The following month proceeded to fill her with elation as she got to know her team and shined among them during practice. Things unfortunately went south come game time however, as the true face of the whole organization revealed itself. She could handle the trash talking from other teams, as she allowed her skills to speak for themselves; making her opponents eat their own words as she dealt with them on the field. But it was the sheer amount of underhandedness that went on with other teams and her own, that truly began
In The Pines (America x Child!Reader)America x Child!Reader
Songfic: In the Pines (Where Did You Sleep Last Night)
From: The Walking Dead Season 2, Episode 2 credit song
Little girl,little girl don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
I walked in the forest my gun ready to shoot anything, that comes out at me.
It's been a couple years sense Virus Z spread in the world. America was one of the worst hit the the virus. I owe my parents death because of it. I look over to the right, and see a man with a rifle coming my way. My body jumps into a bush until I could clearly see the man.
The man had blonde hair, with cerulean eyes. His black-framed glasses leaned forward as he scoured the area.
"Please come out, I'm not gonna hurt you," he yelled.
Out of curiosity, and lack of supplies, I went towards the man, eventually revealing myself.
"Hi, my name is (y/n), it's nice to meet someone who isn't a walker," I whispered.
The man smiled, and leaned down, so he was my height and directly
Waiting for Superman (America x Reader) [Request]America x Reader
Waiting for Superman
She's been watching the taxi driver
He pulls away
she's been locked up in her apartment for a hundred days
I put my hands over my window, to see the beautiful city of New York. I watched a taxi driver pull up at my apartment complex, and leave with what it seems a very enthusiastic, Alfred comes out of. I soon hear a buzzing coming from my apartment, with the voice of Alfred echoing through it.
"Hey dudette, why don't we hang out today. I haven't seen you outside for like a hundred days, try to forget about "him" for today," Alfred yelled.
Yeah, he still coming running a little bit late
He got stuck at the Laundromat washing his cape
"He's just running late Alfred, most likely at the laundromat. To many people are there these days," I yelled back.
I pressed the button for Alfred to come to my apartment. Eventually I hear jiggling at the door. I go over to the nob and open it, and go back to my window.
Marco X Reader: Flames of A PhoenixCelebratory cheers were heard, ringing out across the deck of the Moby Dick as every ship division and its commanders gathered on the main ship, downing barrels of sake in thick wooden mugs with their great father, Whitebeard.
You were among everyone of course, celebrating the great win against some random, but formidable pirate gang that dared oppose you. Happening a mere ten minutes ago, doing your usual work on one of the ships, it was suddenly attacked by some outrageous outlaws. Sadly for them, it was the ship managed by the first division commander, Marco. The man you were proud to be working closely with, powers matching equally when fighting by each other’s side. Not counting his devil fruit ability of course. That put him on a whole new level. The random battle taking place, a few injuries happened here and there, but overall, you caused a serious amount of deaths, as well as Marco, wiping out every sly shit that thought they could take down the first division alongside
F.A.C.ExReader Randy Jackson!
You were bored so bored and didn't know what to do
You can't watch T.V. There was nothing interesting showing so you couldn't watch anything
You couldn't play any games because you felt like playing horror games but you knew you were gonna have nightmares and stuff
So since you couldn't do anything you were just walking around while wearing a long brown coat
"What am I gonna do? It's 5:00pm and I already ate dinner early...hmm maybe I should buy some Manga?" You suggested to yourself then you remembered , "I don't have enough money..." You then grumbled ,"Wait, Maybe I can call Eliza and maybe hang out with her!" Then you pulled out your phone and called her , "Hey El--" You were cut off by hearing the message thingy , "Tsk She's not available "
"Hmm " You said and remembered you actually had a boyfriend , And it was Alfred . F Jones!~ , "I should call him and play horror games with him!" Then you dialed his number on the phone you still had in your hand , "Hey
Caesar Clown X Reader: ExperimentThe sharp metallic sound of the floor echoed through the halls as you made your way through the laboratory on Punk Hazard, holding a test tube with a drug sample in it on your way to Caesar’s room. It made you feel overjoyed to be working so closely with him, unlike the others. Humming a small tune of happiness, you punched in a code and opened the door, stepping inside the spacious room usually being used to relax in or discuss other matters.
“Caesar! I’m back with the results!” You called, voice reverberating from the steel walls back at you.
Oddly enough, no one answered back. The room was completely empty. Not even Monet sat on the side bar, reading as she usually did. Curiously, you roamed around the room, swirling the test tubes contents, conflicting the blue and purple colours within. Squeezing its cork in further, you glanced to the side and noticed the door to his lab where he constantly mixed different chemicals and gases together. It was ever so
Bremon's Fruit Bowl BlunderOlivia is a medium for the gods in human form. She uses her powers to predict the future of mortals on earth by posing herself as a fortune teller. Being part of Olympus really has its advantages, especially when all of her predictions came true for every human she talked to.
Bremon is a Succubus, a female demon who seduces men. Not only does she have the right body for the job, she's also a trickster to boot as well. She plays tricks on humans and even the Gods themselves.
However, one day, one of her pranks gets the better of her.
Olivia was predicting her fortunes to humans, while Bremon was planning another prank in her realm.
Bremon: *walking back and forth* "What to do, what to do on this particular day?"
She noticed her sister, Demonia, who was listening to death metal.
Bremon gives her sister a wedgie to notice her and, hopefully, stop the music.
Demonia: *fixing her underwear* "What the hell, sis?! Why did you do that for?!"
Bremon: "Because I'm trying to think of a way t
Star Trek Prank Week Part II (Reader x Kirk)
You grinned evilly as you swiped the key card you stole from Jim on the keypad then walked into his room and over to his desk. You sat down and looked at the holocomputer and tried to figure out his password. When you were in the Academy, Pavel used his genius abilities to help you hone your hacker skills and boy did he come in handy!
You furrowed your brow and bit your bottom lip lightly then tried out a few things. captainperfecthair? Nope, bust. thekirk, still nothing. bunsofsteel? You couldn't keep a straight face as you typed that. spongebob? (What like you never used something totally random for your password?) Then it hit you! captainsexy. BINGO! You rolled your eyes at the password then scrolled through his contacts. This would certainly make up for him beaming you onto Delta Vega without your clothes AND him stealing your bras, plus teach him a lesson. However the best part was that you would get to laugh your ass off.
You selected the right contacts and wrote an email th
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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