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E.S.C.A.P.E. Chapter 22.
It was a dead end, with two more hallways branching out in opposite directions. I looked both ways, trying to figure out which way to go. They were identical meaning they were both dark, long, and dusty.
Everything was like that here. Dark and dusty. And cold. Yes, everything here was very cold. I wondered if I could freeze to death in a place like this. There wasn't any ice anywhere, not from what I could see. So I doubt I could freeze. But there could be some sort of damage, maybe. Or maybe I was just getting paranoid.
I wasn't sure if I wanted to find more Foeds or not. Having scared the first one away, I felt weak and stupid childish, almost. How could I mess that up so quickly? I had to be the biggest freak this side of the multiverse.
Which didn't surprise me really. After a
E.S.C.A.P.E Chapter 11.
I woke up hazily. The world was dark for a while, until my eyes adjusted and shapes formed and black faded to gray. I looked around, trying to figure out where I was. I didn't quite remember anything, just waking up. Before I examined my surroundings, I tried to recall something from my past. I didn't remember a thing.
I turned my head and tried to recognize the shapes around me. The room was sparse, with a few piles of random gadgets around the walls. I sat up on the metal table I was on, and continued to search with my eyes. In one corner stood a large metal contraption that appeared to be some sort of power generator. It didn't seem to be on. It was huge, though. Maybe around seven feet tall. There was a screen on its side, with a crack running through it. It seemed as though I wasn't the first person to be in this room and someone before me had been angry.
In another corner, th
I Miss You.I wish you were still here.
I wish you hadn't left.
I wish we could be together.
I want to be with you again. I want to run my hands through your hair, I want to hold you close, I want to hug you, I want to smell your unique scent, I want you.
I want to see your smile again. I want to hear your laugh. I want to feel your hand curled around mine again.
Sometimes I find myself lying in bed when I should be doing other things, and I'm thinking about you. And there are tears coming out of my eyes, and I'm sobbing, but I don't realize until an hour later. The tears aren't the same as when you were here. When you were here I would find myself crying out of happiness. But now I can't move on.
I wish you weren't.
I'm sorry I couldn't stop it.
I'm sorry I didn't help.
I'm sorry I didn't do anything. I tried. But apparently not hard enough.
I just wish you were here again. Just for one more day. I want to hold you close, and tell you how much I love you, and just be near you. I want
Throwing KnivesThere are some quotes
That I'd like to share with you
And maybe if you listen
You'll understand why I feel the way I do.
"Never mind, I'll find someone like you."
I promise if you let me go
And love her
I'll be fine
"Don't give up on something you can't go a day without thinking about."
I think about us every day
What we could have been
Is this why it still hurts? Because I gave up?
I think you understand by now
That it hurts and I miss you and such
Oh, I'm sorry.
Am I talking too much?
I don't know if I should show these poems
These cuts, these scars
And I'll realize that I truly am a burden to you
I'm fine, I'll say,
But you won't listen.
You'll freak out
Break up with her
To save me
And I'll be happy because I'll finally have you
But for the wrong reasons.
You say love me,
More than her
But if you really felt that way
Wouldn't you do something to be with me?
I don't know anymore
You seemed so broken
And now you're happy
Should I still be waiting?
Waiting to hear those f
I'm SorrySometimes I wonder
What would've happened
If I had said
Sometimes I wonder
Innocently, I suppose
Can you blame me?
I wish I had said yes
This wouldn't have happened
I wouldn't be crying
She'll make you happy
I'll be fine
I might contemplate
But I won't execute
I don't need you
You have feelings for her
You may love me
But you shouldn't
"I wish I hadn't met you."
Don't say that.
"I was lonely and cynical, but at least I wasn't hurt!"
I'm sorry I was ever part of your life
I knew I was a burden, in the wrong
Please forget me
I don't want to hurt you anymore
And you won't step away
So I guess I'll have to
I'll end it, break it off
And now I feel sick
And miserable, and depressed, and stupid
So sometimes I wonder what it would've been like
Had I said
Love Letter RemixedI don't think you understand
This pain that I'm feeling
If I were any angrier
Surely I'd be steaming.
She doesn't deserve you
You're a saint and she just wants to screw with you
You're already doing what a henchman would do
Soon she'll have you on a leash in a frufru tutu!
I don't comprehend how you can't see
Straight through her
I can, and she barely talks to me
You're just a dog, with her name carved into your fur.
You led me on,
Though I know you didn't mean to
It still hurts, like a knife
Has already ripped straight through.
Although, looking back,
I guess I'm just angry at myself
Like I took your heart, stored it,
And let it slip off the shelf
I don't get how this works
I'm angry but I'm sobbing
I don't blame you, no matter what I say
I'm just so hurt, for apples of ideas I'm bobbing.
So you go on, you stay happy,
Tied to a tree on a chain in your frufru tutu,
And I'll stay on the curb,
Waiting for the revolution you refuse to pull through.
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I hate her.I want her close.
I want her dead.
I can't handle her.
I can't handle the hate.
I breathe water.
She breathes air.
I swim in the ocean.
She walks on land.
I am majestic.
She's a spider.
I gave her my heart.
She gave me the finger.
I feel like handing her a bouquet of flowers.
I feel like stabbing her in the stomach.
I want to kiss her.
I want to kill her.
I want her in my arms.
I want her corpse in front of me.
Oh, troll romance.
You wear me down so much.
Keep my loved ones afar from my poor heart.
I have others to love.
But she's the one I'll always, always hate.
I love her.
I hate her.
Character Profile: Lisa --UW--Name: Lisa Drummond
Specialty: Bombs, explosions
Second Weapon: Small knives, daggers
Importance: Makes/repairs weapons, medic, hack
Hair Color: Dirty blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Signature Color: Green
Other information: Prone to violence directed at herself and others; "It was a wonder she had made it this far I was half expecting her to snap and commit suicide." Enjoys machinery.
Hetalia X Orphan!Reader: am I still alone? (Part4)
(Y/N) swore to god, you felt that this period wasn't about to end anytime soon! It was driving you crazy how you weren't able to get up, and simply just walk out of the class, and what made if even worse was the perverted French who's sitting next to you, "honhonhon~~~" come on! You were even counting how many times he laughed, you never even understood how fertilization even was a laughing matter!
You didn't hesitate to waste one minute on your way out of that dammed door once the bell gave it's signal, "god..I felt I was going to die there! Did they dig my grave yet? Maybe next time they will" you wandered around the school from a hallway to another until you finally found your locker, at the moment you disassembled your locker, your periods' sheet fell down, you sighed out of annoyance and bend down to reach it until you heard flirty whispering
You turned on your heels to find an albino standing behind you smirking widely, "sexy! Kesesese!!!~" you could tell by his accent that he wa
SMC #3 - The Doom Plot
*Kendrick accompanies the Spider-Men to the hidden SHIELD facility. They enter the coffee shop and watched as an agent, locked the door behind them. The blinds roll down and the floor opens up, revealing a secret elevator. They take the elevator right down down a huge underground chamber where equipment of all sorts is stored in sections.*
Okay let's get started. Kendrick, will you come with us back to the helicarrier? I think Fury will need to hear your story.
Usually I'd say no and that it would be a time waster, but in this case we don't have an option. Sure I'll go with you.
Good. Okay, Ben, Miguel, you search around for the relay antenna. Miles, Sonny, you two are on computer detail.
Look at all this junk! This place reminds me of a Walmart.
Hey, I found the computer.
Throw it onto my web parachute.
Don't be silly, it will break!
No it won't, trust me!
I wish we would hurry it up. We're losing precio
The Kingdom Rejoiced | Part TwoLate Spring, Age 758 of the New Age
Near the Great Oak, Glenmore
The king’s emerald eyes widen like saucers. His head swung back between the two does, he looked to the healer, back to his mate’s still body and then to the healer again. Horror in his eyes, his words shaky, he finally spoke, “W-why aren’t you doing anything? Help her.”
The healer paused from cleaning the small fawn between her from legs, looking up and giving the pale king a smile, “My king, the exhaustion has gotten to her. She is unconscious, sleeping, but fine.” She said with a small laugh, “She is not the first time mother I have seen pass out after such a long and tedious birth.”
His face and body relaxed, he released a sigh of relief. He brought his nose to his mate’s for a moment, still hesitant to leave her side. He heard a series of small bleats. Drustan turned towards the
Super Mario Bros Z - Season 1 - Voice actorsI really need some voice actors for the first season/ Saga 1
If you are an awesome guy thats good with voice acting of one of these guys below then plz contact me.
Bowser - :iconkingasylus91:
Hal - :iconkingasylus91:
Jeff - :iconkingasylus91:
Steve - :iconkingasylus91:
Bowser Jr. - :iconscott910:
Kamek - :iconscott910:
Koopa Bros. - :iconscott910:
Axem Ranger (Red) -
Axem Ranger (Black) -
Axem Ranger (Green) -
Axem Ranger (Pink) -
Axem Ranger (Yellow) -
Mecha Mario -
Larry Koopa -
Roy Koopa -
Lemmy Koopa -
Wendy O. Koopa -
Iggy Koopa -
Morton Koopa Jr. -
Ludwig von Koopa -
Mecha Sonic -
Neo Mecha Sonic -
Princess Peach -
SMC #4 - Dynamic Latveria
*In the portal room, The Spider-Man Corps and Kendrick gear up to enter the Dynamic universe. All of them are feeling apprehensive at what they might find. Nick Fury issues the team their final instructions before he activates the portal computer*
Look I know how nervous you all are, but there is no other way. Now I have issued you all with trace locator devices. Use these devices to find each other in the even that you all get separated.
I've never been to the Dynamic universe before?
I have, many times. I use to fight side by side with The Dynamic Spider-Man on many occasions. We were partners once. If Doom ruins his home place, I swear to god I will kill him.
You will do no such thing. We police these universes. We bring the bad guys to justice, not kill them.
I know. I'm sorry.
Okay let's do this.
Is it normal to wet your webs before going on these missions?
You still wet the bed don't you!?
Cumple de Yohans y Cuento de TerrorQuerida Yohans… Puede haberte hecho casi cualquier cosa más original que esto para tu cumpleaños pero sabes… eso bloqueos repentinos.
No voy a ser de esas que salta con un “Feliz cumpleaños!!!” Como a todo el mundo =3=U Nope, vos sos especial.
Ah ver… si es así; ¿Por qué no hice un dibujo decente? ¿Un video? ¿Mandarte una carta real? ¿Comprarte Riots? ¿Etc?....
Pues bueno; acá podes notar el tipo de amiga que has hecho =__=U
Uf… es difícil explicar todo lo que te quisiera agradecer; no solo por aguantarme si no por ayudarme y apoyarme en muchas ocasiones, conocerte es algo realmente nunca lamentare y sabes que tu amistad es muy importante para mí.
Desde tus primeras palabras de “Soy tu fan” hasta el día de hoy; no puedo creer lo que hemos creado en menos de un año, realmente te quiero pero soy una persona lerda y quedada en m
Hybrid Chapter 1Hybrid Chapter 1
Crouched low to the ground, I look nervously through the bushes, hoping that we are the only ones looking at the grazing deer. We’ve been following the deer for a while now and we’re finally close enough to make a move. Both of us are naturally good at being quiet on our feet, but the wild animals are smarter than ever. It’s been difficult to get anywhere near it.
Since the deer is in the middle of the street about twenty feet away and I’m not holding any ranged weaponry, I’m not in a position to attack. I nod to Shane and he gives me a tense nod back. Slowly and silently he pulls a small knife out of his belt and raises his arm back, keeping his eyes completely focused on his target. With a deep breath he lets the blade fly. The deer realizes what’s happening just a second too late. It scrambles away but the knife thrusts into its back left leg and it falls into a patch of grass.
We’re immediately running out of the bushes to
Fort Kickass Part.5
At Citra's order Ryder did quiet down, but only a small amount. When she could gather enough air the hyena would still try to growl or grumble at her, even though she could no longer muster the strength to push and struggle. She could feel her legs losing what little amount of strength they had once had, her neck struggled to keep her head up, and her lungs were disobeying her more and more. When her vision wasn't flashing between black and white Ryder kept her eyes on the blurry image of the village, because as soon as they got there, Citra could go back for Tiberius. She could go and he would be alright, she could save his life and-
Ryder's ears flicked up and back the instant the scream echoed off the hills. Her mind immediately fled to what could have brought it back to the wild dog's lungs. Had she failed to really kill her opponent? Were there more of them waiting? Tears mixed with the sti
Conflicts of the Heart: Chapter SixConflicts of the Heart:
He then got out some rope and tied her hands together; making her snort in protest as he smirked at her nature...so unruly...it was a turn-on to him. Possibly the biggest one a woman had placed on him. The others had given in, but not her. She had someone besides herself to protect, that was the reason, guessed the Italian in the back of his mind. He pulled her out the door by the rope and then went into Lutz’s room. The lazy German was still in bed—Luciano rolled his eyes—and Bre was awake on the floor. She’d gotten just too much sleep the previous night and couldn’t do it anymore; so she had lain awake and just thought from about midnight until now. The argument between the two in the adjoining room had frightened her, but luckily her friend wasn’t stabbed...or even worse. Luciano did have a temper.
She looked up at the two, lifting an eyebrow. She wasn’t aware of the decision that Luci was to ta
E.S.C.A.P.E. Chapter 3 I needed to collect my thoughts. It was only the only way to keep sane in this place, I figured. I got comfortable, sitting down and putting my leg in a position where it didn't hurt.
First thing to sort out: My location. It was impossible at this point to pinpoint where I was in the world, but maybe knowing where I was in the labyrinth would help. I would be able to, at the very least, find safe havens within this place. Maybe see if the Foeds had a nest anywhere and make sure to avoid that place at all costs. If I couldn't beat one Foed, imagine the rest of them Squirming, writhing, biting, eating, snarling
The thought was enough to make one shiver.
As for my location, I let the topic slide. For now, it didn't matter. Just as long as I got stronger, and stayed away from wherever the Foeds were coming from, I was safe.
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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