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Persephone's brithPersephone's birth
(Note: this is based off a rp I'm doing with lostloner17. This is like an idea that will happen at a later on point in the rp)
DJ's purple eyes darted towards some water, "Easy there, we know you're about to become a father, but still, no need to be grumpy about it!" Jack said, glaring at the evil counter-part, who simply walked off with the water. Katrina was in one of the reindeer stables, laying on a white sheet North gave the two.
Everyone began to freak-out a little bit as the power was cut, "Pitch!" Jack said to himself, noticing a look of worry in Tooth's eyes. "Is he inside??" she asked, sounding nervous. Bunnymund asked his fellow, plump guardian if the workshop had generators of sorts. Meanwhile, within the reindeer stables, the reindeer were acting up because Katrina's water had broken and she was now giving birth. Katrina screamed in pain, DJ was trying to keep her quiet, fearing Pitch might try to harm their baby, "Listen baby, you gotta be quiet...It
Claire Victoria's profileClaire Victoria's Profile
Name: Claire Victoria
Occupation: Spy for S.H.I.E.L.D
Hair: Brunette; always in a pony-tail
Eye color: Blue
Attire: (I'll show you in the artist comments)
Relatives: Father (died while she was 17), Mother (alive lives in Germany) and younger brother (alive, 24 and a terrorist)
Backstory: Claire was born from a bloodline of spies (try to imagine since the American Revolution), she is the first female. Claire was trained by her father about everything her father does as a spy. Claire was around 6 when she was given a younger brother, who was completely envious of her because their father trained her and rarely focused on him. Claire was given a fire scar on her by her then 6 year old brother, who then trapped her in a ring of fire (which is why she's pyrophobic). When she was seventeen she became a spy for an anti-terrorist gr
New RP character (avengers based)New rp character
Note: I haven't seen avengers in a long time, but I recently played Resident evil code veronica X. I thought up a good oc based off the character Claire Redfield. This is her introduction if she were in the movie.
A young woman ran through a long hallway. Her brunette hair tied back in a pony tail, meanwhile a man with an eye patch over his right eye began to explain who she was and why she could be of "great use" in the group. "Her name is Claire Victoria, she was named after her grandmother on her father's side, but that doesn't matter. Her father was a spy before her, but he unfortunately died. She was trained to by a spy by him, the best out there. Which is why I need her alive!"
Hilary gasped as she saw two helicopters with big Gatling guns, an announcer came on yelling, "Claire Victoria, we are an agency that will not hurt you! However if you won't come we will shoot you!" a voice yelled, making Claire run as the guns began to go off, two of the soldiers getti
Facts about Marceline
Facts about Marceline
*Marceline's favorite flavor of ice cream is chocolate
*Her favorite food is spaghetti with her mother's home made meat sauce
*Marceline's favorite shifter doll (which is basically Mori's mom, dad and brother Akalex)are her grandparents
*Marceline loves learning about her shifter heritage from her dad (she feels that her grandparents and uncle Akalex are with her when she learns more about her heritage)
*Marceline's favorite juice drink is grape
*Marceline loves playing hide and seek with the dolls
*Marceline's specialty in school is math (possibly that shifter heritage )
*Marcy loves sleeping with her parents (as in taking a nap!!)
Explaination on Stacy and her Family
Explanation on Stacy and her family
This will give a clear up on who Stacy and her family are and why they hate the "poor people"
Stacy is a seven year old girl, who believes that because she's rich she can get away with very thing. She is the daughter of a man named Adam Jackson and his wife Emily, both who teach their daughter that it's ok to treat everyone like scum. Stacy especially picks on Marceline because she finds her to be ugly and how she doesn't deserve the three shifter dolls her mom made for her.
Here's the original scene from the starter: Marceline held onto her dolls as she played on the swings, laughing as she flew higher and higher. She stopped as she saw Stacy take her dolls, "Give them back!!" Marceline screamed, being pushed to the ground. "Why should I, you're a freak show and you're poor so...You don't deserve them!" Stacy said, throwing mud on Marceline, making her cry. She watched through her tears as Stacy walked off with them. Marceline cried harder as she
RoTG Shift (Monsters Inc. parody)
RoTG Shift (Monsters Inc. parody)
Marceline was in the Warren, "terrifying" Bunnymund. "Hey, get down there, big bunny!" Marceline yelled, pointing to the ground. Bunnymund quickly scooped up the girl into a basket and hopped off towards North's workshop.
When Bunnymund arrived at the shop, Marceline was "introduced" by Bunnymund. Jack and Sandy were a bit terrified, Bunnymund looked over and saw what Marceline reached her arms out for, "Oh these stuffed toys, here ya go!" Bunnymund said, tossing all three of them. Marcy smiled as she held onto her three shifter dolls, but looked saddened as Jack took them, "No one, even you isn't gonna touch these three dolls!" he yelled, some part of him felt guilty for doing this, but then again, Marceline's father did almost "kill" them. Bunnymund looked like someone scared him as he heard the little girl starting to cry, like he was going to die, "Jack...Mr. Guardian of Fun...Give her the dolls!" Bunnymund stated, covering his ears.
How To Be A Rebellious Teen* Dye your hair an outrageous colour
* Run away... and come back home two hours later when you're cold and hungry
* Roll your eyes and kiss your teeth at least one-hundred times a day
* A genuine laugh should be quickly covered up by a sarcastic "Lol.”
* Carry a mobile even if you have no friends to call
* Smile devilishly at a text message, even if it is just from your mum telling you to get your butt back home
* Grunt in reply to everything at all costs
* Wait sixty seconds before replying to anyone online/through text even if your fingers are hovering above the keys
* NEVER reply to the first call of your name.
* Act particularly deaf when confronted by your parents
* Always act like you dread the company of your parents, even if they are your only friends
* Exceed an hour on the phone even if you have nothing to say
* Have an account on every social networking site existing. You needn’t tell anyone only your little cousins ‘Friend’ you
* Call everyone
You are obsessed with Nightwish if...You are obsessed with Nightwish if:
1. You have aaaaaall the CDs
2. You know the right order of the Albums and the titles on them
3. You are in an “Angels-Fall-First”-membership or higher grade
4. You know the songs with Tuomas´ voice in it
5. There´s no way Jukka is human. He is one of the Aliens from Mars Attacks.
6. You want ginger-red hair
7. You worship escapism
8. You recorded your own covers of their songs
9. You´ve recorded your covers from beautiful Piano Songs like “Sally´s Song”, “The Wind and the Ocean”, “Eversleeping” or “Good Enough” and call them “(Your name) feat. Tuomas Holopainen”
10. You draw silly comics of them all being perverts
11. You know who´s mom is named like Hellraiser´s Hero girl
12. You wear bracelets on each wrist
13. You know Arska
14. You know “Snufkin”
15. You know where Taikatalvi title is from
16. You have seen “Baptizing the
Shut up.She hurried along after him out the door, and had to jog to catch him. Once her pace finally matched his, she gave a short sigh, and ran her fingers through her hair. He looked over to her, one eyebrow raised. He didn’t say anything though. He was more the type to communicate without words.
She just shrugged, didn’t say anything either. She shoved her cold hands into the front pouch of her hoodie, and kept walking, her head angled downward. He frowned, and shoved his own hands into the pockets of his jeans. He wondered silently if he’d done something wrong. She was always one to make eager conversation, and she always asked him questions, trying to get him to talk more. He wouldn’t admit it, but he actually rather liked it when she did that. Just as he was about to ask if everything between them was okay, she spoke.
“I’m sorry if I’ve been kind of a dick around you, lately,” she mumbled quietly. He nodded, and was about to respond when sh
Angelica's call for her butler echoed off the walls of her excessively large bedroom. In a matter of seconds, Devon was in her mistress's room.
"I heard the phone ring last night after you put me to bed. Who was it?"
"Your friend's butler called."
Angelica tossed her book to the edge of her bed and sat up. "Which one? The one who drugged last week, or the other one?"
"Start that with me and I'm going to rip your eye out and shove it down your throat. But what did he want?"
"He was calling on behalf of his master, I believe. Some issue with the trade between his business and yours, though I'm not entirely sure."
"...And what did you say?"
"I didn't say anything, Mistress. I was busy doing your laundry, and Salem answered the telephone."
"Oh dear God, help me..."
"What could a worthless, inferior being possibly want with you?"
"Ha ha, that was hilarious." Angelica rolled her eyes. "But what did Salem say?"
"Well..." Devon pulled a red dress from her
Ways To Cure BoredomAre you bored?
So bored, in fact, that you're contemplating reading Twilight - the worst book in the world?
Or watching Twilight - the worst movie in the world?
Or taking advice from this article - the worst Ways to cure Boredom in the world?
Then go right ahead - you must seriously be seriously bored so I won't stop you.
1) Play pen & paper games (0's and x's, Hangman, etc)
4) Write a short story or poem (preferably about boredom)
5) Draw (fashions, someone being bored, etc)
6) Investigate as to whether your local shopkeeper is a pervert
7) Write lists (like this one)
8) Call a sympathetic friend
9) Take a nap
10) Have a hot drink (tea, coffee, hot-chocolate)
11) Tackle a really stiff Maths equation
12) Invent your own knock-knock jokes
13) Light candles and cut yourself
14) Stitch the holes in your socks, cardi's stocking, etc
15) Prank-call people
16) Cause a completely unreasonable, whopping big argument on the internet
17) Count the hairs on your head
GTC: Irritating FascinationsHe fascinated her.
Sure, a lot of things fascinated her.
But he was a whole different story. It confused her how someone could be so... so dull. Which made him all the more interesting to her.
She had a lot of conflicting feelings for the boy. Sometimes she felt like maybe he actually liked her back. And other times she felt like maybe he just saw her as a child and was entertaining her; playing a game.
Sometimes she felt like he enjoyed her company. And other times she felt like she was just irritating him. It's not like he talked all that much, or told her he felt that way. (Come to think of it, he never really told her anything... Should she feel something toward that?)
Sure, there were a few people she liked in a way that she could possibly date them.
But He was different; confusing. Like your stereotypical, tall, dark, handsome and mysterious character! She hated it and loved it all at the same time.
"I hate people that make me feel like this!" She groaned, falling o
Guess Who's Back!
Full Sail University
Kiss My Arse, I'm Irish!!!
The opening thick Irish accent followed by Shipping Up To Boston by the Dropkick Murphey's hit the PA System and was guaranteed to get the lively Full Sail crowd booing as loud as they could as it was the return of 'The Fighting Irish' herself, Pamela Higgins, who seemed to be lacking her normal 'Security Force' Ayesha Ray, this time Pamela was going it alone, the young Irish woman had her signature medium length blonde hair down to her shoulders along with the mesh that always was a feature of her ring gear, she had emerald green sides to her black tights, she had a matching crop-top with black knee pads and old school boots, the unstable, power mad young woman also carried her trusty shillelagh with her.
"The following contest is a Divas match set for one fall, introducing first, from Antrim, Northern Ireland, 'The Fighting Irish' Pamela Higgins!!" announced Byron Saxton with enthusiasm
As Pam glared at the booing fa
Hilary burnt at the stake
Hilary burnt at the stake
The prideful Shifter Mori was chained up and locked up, many people angered by what they were hearing, "The Anderson descendant has been found guilty of the crime of shifter-human child bearing, the sentence...Death!". All Mori could do was struggle, snorting in anger, but gave up. He jerked up as he heard the headmaster, the overall leader of the shifter-fighter bloodlines say, "It's time to send this unholy mother back where she belongs!". "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Mori yelled, using every last of rage strength to break free. When the dust settled, Mori began to charge through the crowd, knocking down every fighter out of his way. He transformed into his preferred form, cutting the ropes with a knife, holding onto Hilary as he transformed into a black eagle, flying towards the top of a high ledge, the cave where he lived. "Sanctuary!!! Sanctuary!!!!!!" he yelled, hoping the spirits of his species could hear him, Hilary's family seemed to be cheering on Mori, reve
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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