|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Sober!Gamzee X AnyGender!Troll!ReaderYou didn’t suspect it. He didn’t ask for it, so you never knew. Now you were terrified, your mind screaming at you. You can hear the honks, loud, then soft. Your bloodpumper jumped at every honk you heard. “(Name)!” He yelled. His voice was dry, and cracked, but very high and giggly, like a child’s. You cut down an alleyway, throwing yourself at the fence and scrambling up the damned thing, losing your shoes and your weapon, which was a fold up axe umbrella. You swear, and then land heavily on the other side of the fence, your ankles screaming with protest. “We’re not playin’ motherfucking hide and seek, [Name]!” He yelled. He’s close; you can hear his juggling clubs scrape against the ground and his steps. You dive into the nearest trash deposit, landing on something squishy. Whatever it was, the liquid drips on your arm and seeps into your clothing. You almost scream with disgust. But a sudden honk makes you jump and burrow
Degreaser What happens when you spray a greaser with degreaser? That question had been lingering in your mind ever since you had helped Karkat clean his hive and today was the day you would finally have your answer. Taking your spray bottle in hand you go in search of a certain greaser friend of yours.
~Be the reader. Do It!~
"Target sighted." you think excitedly as you approach Cronus. "Hey Cro wait up!" you call, effectively drawing his attention.
"Yo ___ vwat's up?"
"I have a question for you."
"So you've finally decided you vwant some of this," He grins gesturing to himself.
"No," you laugh "I was wondering what happens when you spray a greaser with degreaser." you pull out your bottle and spray him full in the chest...You waited for something to happen...
"Vwat the fuck vwas that?!" he asked shocked "ya know what, never mind he said turning to leave. You notice a thin
Deadlox x Reader Part 1 (?)A/N Hey, this is my first fanfiction and I'm new here, so keep that in mind when you read this. Feedback, whether good or bad, is appreciated. Just don't hate. *gives a cookie*
You trudge through the snow, every step sinking a block, making it hard to walk. The freezing wind bites at your bare hands, and your fingers grow numb. You stuff your hands into the pockets of your (f/c) hoodie. Most of the clothes you own you're wearing at the moment, which isn't a lot: 2 T-shirts, 2 hoodies, and a pair of torn jeans. Despite the pathetic attempt to stay warm, your teeth chatter and you're shaking uncontrollably.
The whirling snow flurries in the wind make it hard to see, and you stumble over something and nearly fall. Your legs scream in protest as you struggle on, leaning into the wind. You stumble again and fall this time, sinking into the cold, soft snow. Your tired mind screams at you to get up, but your body stays still. Your eyes start to close, and the last thing you remember is
Wie bitte? (Tutor!GermanyxStudent!Reader) Ch. 9The tour of Marburg with your new group had gone well enough, though, like the way to your house, many of the places you went to involved climbing hills or going up stairs. And you understood everything, but that was because the tour was given in English. Group leader Gilbert had intended for everyone to go back to the Mensa, but those plans soon changed.
On the way back, you noticed an interesting-looking building on the street. The place was clearly old, with what looked to be hand-blown glass windows and a traditional brown and white facade. Above the door, a sign read “Sudhaus.” Well, the name doesn’t really mean much of anything to me… Peering through a window in the front door, you found that you couldn’t immediately tell what lay within the place.
“What is this place?” you decided to ask Gilbert, who took one look at the building and began to laugh (What an annoying laugh! you thought).
“I see you have good ta
La verdad-Permarie 1Me siento responsable por lo que le paso, si tan solo no hubiera permitido, que fuera con él; sabía que no tenía buenas intenciones. Permarie, que no te das cuenta, lo que sientes por él puede ser o no ser amor, lo único que sé es que no importa lo que trate de hacer tu lo sigues a él, me pregunto si algún día te eh de interesar, que me dejes de ver como tu mejor amigo, pero me da miedo; pero quiero intentarlo. Aunque aún me tengas en shock, no me pueden quitar esta sensación de que nadie en este planeta te merece, eres realmente inocente, me hierve la sangre y me dan ganas de llorar por que lo tuviste que pasar en aquel día…
Era una mañana de noviembre, era bastante fría; yo traía una bufanda azul muy larga, en estos días nunca me la quito, realmente me encanta traerla. Caminaba a casa de mi mejor amiga, que como quisiera que fuera más que eso; llegue a su c
Oc's interview - Marcela
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------* Reportage's music: active mode * XD
Angelina: Hi all again! Welcome to another edition of: "Oc's Interview"! Where we inquired about the secrets of a character! This time we have a very mysterious wolf, her nickname is "The Night Princess", with you: Marcela!
Suddenly a ray goes from nowhere and destroys the tape where the music sounded and then Marcela comes with a finger smoking...
Angelina: Wow! D:
Marcela: Okay! Finish this quick, I have three things to do ¬¬ And do not play that music, it irritates me.
Angelina: Well, who would say, Marcela, you are very different that Fairyfoo! You are... :T
Marcela: More sexy and mature than her? Yes, that's obvious, that girl looks like a 5 year old! XD Anyway... Quick with the questions... I have to go to kidnap a little boy named Timmy! >:3
Angelina: Well, uh ... O_O? You kidnap Children?
Marcela: No, only o
A new Director Chapter 3: Surprised changesThe next days at the KSC involved Samuel going round to the facilities to inspect the work going on there. He frequently scribbled down notes on his clipboard, but what really got under everyone’s skin was the fact that he kept repeating the phrase, “The standards here are seriously falling I’m afraid…” The technicians and shuttles were beginning to feel annoyed and uncomfortable. The previous director had always been gentle when criticizing them, and according to NASA’s reports, the KSC standards had always been up to date. But now it seemed like Samuel was criticizing everything that had been confirmed to be good enough for a good work environment.
Discovery rolled her eyes as overheard, with her superb hearing, Samuel saying that the standards were falling for what seemed like the hundredth time. “My goodness… When is that guy going to shut up?” She growled to Eileen, who was standing nearby viewing the mission plan. “He&
Entrevista a un Oc - Marcela
Entrevista a un Oc!!!
*Músiquita de reportaje modo activo XD*
Angelina: ¡Hola a todos de nuevo! ¡Bienvenidos a una edición más de: Entrevista a un Oc! En donde nosotros indagamos por los secretos de un personaje! En esta ocasión tenemos a una lobita muy misteriosa, su alias es "Princesa de la noche", con ustedes: Marcela!
De repente sale un rayo de la nada y destruye la cinta en donde sonaba la música de reportaje y entonces viene Marcela con uno de sus dedos humeando...
Angelina: ¡Wow! D:
Marcela: Terminemos con esto rápido, tengo cosas que hacer ¬3¬ Y no pongas esa música, me irrita.
Angelina: ¡Bueno, quién lo diría, Marcela eres muy diferente a Fairyfoo! Eres... :T
Marcela: ¿Más sexy y madura que ella? ¡Sí, eso es obvio, esa chica parece una niñ
It appears you don't have PDF support in this web browser. Download PDF
Keep in Touch!
^Nyx-Valentine arrived in our community and started whipping everyone into a frenzy with her relentless desire to bring the Artistic Nude and Fetish galleries to the fore. 9 years later, and it's safe to say that Nyx is not only a leader as a photographer in these galleries, but she has also established herself as a much saught after model. ^... Read More