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just a davejohn fic Your name is John Egbert.
You see Dave walk in the room.
You love the way your heart feels when you see him.
He makes you blush like a little girl.
Of course, you could never tell him that.
eB: hi dave.
tG: sup egbert.
It's funny how those simp
wherever you go.Wherever you go,
Whatever you decide to do with your life.
I don't care what.
I'll always, always be here for you.
Athiest Here.You think I'm crazy
Because I don't clasp my hands together each night
And talk to the air about my problems
And forgiveness for doing wrong.
I'm the crazy one?
You think I'm going to be tortured eternally
Because I don't believe in a talking snake
That tricked a naked woman into eating an apple
Or that a God impregnated a virgin woman.
You think I'm completely nonsensical
Because I don't think it's rational that a God of love
Would sentence people to be punished eternally
For having sex, being gay, or any other so-called "sins".
Care to explain?
You think I'm terrible
Because I was baptized and raised as a Christian
And I wasn't scared to come to my senses that God isn't real
Yet I go through the struggle of ignorant people trying to convert me.
I'm terrible now?
Don't tell me God is real.
Don't tell me I'm going to Hell.
Don't tell me Jesus died for me.
Don't tell me the Devil has claimed my bones.
Chances are, I won't listen to a word.
Drags me down
Don't pretend I'm here
'Cuz I'm n o t .
Lifts me up beyond the heavens
I'll pretend you're here
But you're n o t .
I know you're not here
Don't play this game with me
Let's throw a slumber party
In the n i g h t .
Glamour Lollipop: New YearGlamour Lollipop : New Year
"I miss you." said the small voice in my ear. My heart was pounding so fast that it would send anyone else into cardiac arrest. I gripped the phone tightly so it wouldn't slip out of my sweaty palm. My heart felt heavy with emotion as Scorp's voice echoed through the phone. I couldn't believe I wouldn't be able to see him today, it being New Year's Eve. We had so much we were going to do... we were going to have so much fun. I was going to be with him.
"I miss you, too." I choked back a tear. I can't, I thought to myself. I can't cry. Not now.
"I'll be back as soon as I'm let out. I promise you. I'm upset that the modeling agency is keeping me over winter break, too. But you have to have New Year's Eve without me. I promise I'll be thinking about you the whole time." Scorp said in that voice that made me feel like I was going to throw up from sadness.
"I will be, too." I said, letting tears flow swiftly down my face, my eyeliner s
Why Not?In the end, we're all just people.
So, why not love me?
Are you scared of being in love?
Or... are you just scared of being in love with me?
Or in love with a girl in general?
What's the issue?
In the end, we're all just people.
So, why not love me?
Are you scared of what people will say?
We're all just people with hearts and souls and bodies.
What should it matter if people start talking about you?
What's the problem?
I'm sorry if you can't see the world the way I do.
Maybe you're just as closed-minded as the people who don't like people for what they are.
Dead InsideEvery day I wear the same mask.
They think I'm just a happy, fun individual with a dirty mind.
I wake up to the same pink bedroom every morning.
Why call it waking up? I wasn't sleeping in the first place.
I just think all night long, writing and drawing and reading.
My biggest fear is that they'll find my writing book.
If I took off that mask during the day,
I'd be shipped off to the asylum, for sure.
There I would be safe, they would say to me.
What? Safe from what?
Safe from myself? What more harm can I do?
I can't die if I'm already dead inside.
Complete Bio - ReviPhysical
Full Name: Richie Loveless
Pronunciation of their name: [Rich-hie Love-Less]
Meaning of their full name: Richie (Richard) - Powerful, Rich Leader; Loveless - Free from Love.
Why did their parents name them this?: They figured Richie would become a very strong, independent man when he was older, much like his father, Solarin, who ended up in love anyways.
Nickname(s): Revi (Also written as Revy) or Rev
Why they have that as a nickname: When he was a child, he was fascinated with race cars, so his best friend Maryposa nicknamed him Revy when he was five. Though he grew out of the phase, he kept the nickname.
Do they like their nicknames?: Of course, that's why he kept it.
Realm/Universe(Real world, an anime verse, etc.): Kind of a mix between Anime and Real Life.
Age(and how old they look): 17, looks older, around 21.
Birth date: September 2nd, 1993
Orientation/Sexual preference: Bisexual
Why this sexual choice?: Was straight be
OC Meme- REVI1. Name: Richie "Revi" Loveless
2. Age: 17, subject to change! x3
3. Gender: Male
4. How tall is he? 5'9
5. Describe their eyes: Blue, with a gold ring around the pupil, large enough so you can see it (:
6. Sexuality: Bisexual, because all my OC's are (except Maryposa)
7. Race/Species: Well, on Subeta.org he's a robot but everywhere else he's human.
8. Siblings?: His best friends lol not technically siblings though, Declan and Maryposa.
9. Lover(s)?: Scorp (: [My other OC, Jake Scorpious!]
10. Any talents or abilities, even if these are included in your canon (i.e. they can fly, but they live with angels, so everyone can fly)?: Urm. He's smart and he's really fast and he likes to play football and he hates swimming and... wow, now I'm off-topic.
11. Any talents and abilities that are unusual in their canon (i.e. a psychic human in real life)?: Nooo
12. What's their religion/belief system? WHY MUST YOU MAKE ME THINK ABOUT THIS. Not religious?
13. Have you ever renamed, redesi
Old Spice-Different Nations and CitiesBonjour Ladies , Look at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he stopped eating hamburgers and benched pressed moose like me , he could attempt to be MANLY like me. Look down. Back up! Where are we? We're on an iceberg in the arctic. What have I got? It's a baby seal. Look again! The seal is now maple syrup.ablicon Anything is possible when your canadian , I'm on a bear.
'ello Ladies Look at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he started using magic, stop being a frog face and drank tea like me he could attempt to be MANLY like me. Look down. Back up! Where are we? We're on candy mountain. What have I got? It's a baby fairy . Look again! The fairy is now pixie dust. Anything is possible when your british , I'm on a Unicorn.
Konichiwa radies rook at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he stopped singing gang
Infatuation . . .
What is this . . . feeling that I couldn't shake myself free from?
I honestly don't know, despite that I felt this way in some points of my life that led up until now . . . Okay, I'll admit that I have felt this way towards a few, selective guys in my classes—I mean . . .
You see, I've been having my heart's eyes on this guy for a little too long. Like, this isn't normal at all—not for me, that is. I'm somewhat of a . . . tough girl (if that's even a proper way to describe me briefly), you know? It's rare for me to head over heels for someone just from the sight of a boy that seems like my type. The main—er, one of the main—reasons for this has to do with my education. What I mean by that is getting exceptional grades as I pave my own little path to graduation at the end of my high school years.
The boy that my oh-so fluttering heart was spying on was honestly decent lookin
post-concert highShe smells like a mixture of pizza and sweat and cigarette smoke, and there's sweat dripping down her face and the small of her back, but somehow she has never been more beautiful and never more alive than in this moment; with her fist raised to the sky, the stage lights flashing over the scars marking her wrists, as she screams along with the rest of them, "Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself? Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?" Fuck, right now, I think she could do anything.
A mu keletkezesenek korulmenyei Nyár volt, vagy ha nem, hát május, ragyogó. Meleg. Az a fajta, ami koránkelésre buzdít meg cselekvésre. Arra a fajtára, amit magunk választunk ki magunknak.
A lány felkelt korán, hogy cselekedjen, tanfolyamra induljon. Megivott két csésze feketét, hacsak em éppen hármat, megetette a szürkét és a fehéret, azokat a bajszosokat, amik dorombolnak és nyávognak. Gyorsan átfutotta táskája tartalmát, tankönyv, füzet, szótár, tolltartó, rendben. Aztán olvasójegy, könyvtári könyv, vázlatfüzet rajzoknak, színes ceruza, jegyzetfüzet írásoknak, tökéletes. Minden a helyén, az is, ami kell és az is, ami kell. És persze a lakat. A lakat nagyon fontos. Kerékpárl
My evil puppet roommate - Sneaking out - part 1"Oh, come on, Slappy, it's just for a few hours!" begged Niky, joining her hands in plea
"Yeah" Rosechan approved "It won't take long! We'll be back so soon you won't even notice we've been out!"
"I said no, slaves!" said Slappy, in an harsh tone.
The girls wanted to hang out with their friends that evening, but Slappy didn't want to let them go. So, has he sat on his armchair, they knealed down in front of him and started to beg him persistently
"We did a great job this week, remember?" said Niky, hopefully "You said it too, Master! We fixed your armchair and pillows right, and cleaned the room properly, washed and dried your jacket perfectly... We even ironed your suit!"
"That's right!" nodded Rosechan "You said we did such a good job, we deserved a reward!"
"So... why don't you let us go out, just for tonight?" Niky asked "Then we'll be happy and no more bother you, Master, please-!"
"Enough!" Slappy shout made the girls fall on the carpet. He slipped down from the armchair, and sto
my first relationship in real life with a woman.Okay so when I discovered I was bi sexual, I really liked this girl. Her name was Sarah, now because past experiences, I was too shy to tell her. I didn't want to lose her like I did before with someone else.
Anyway, after a while of being friends I spoke to her on Skype. Now as Cara and other people will say that I'm bad at flirting.. I tried flirting and it hinted that I liked her, but too much. So her reaction was "Okay. I'm sensing you like me more than a friend." and I said "Yeah.." she then said, "Okay. We can date. I sorta want to experiment with someone so I think this could benefit both of us. But keep this to yourself, it's just between us." So we dated for a week.
But there's more! The next day after I agreed to being her girlfriend was quite different to me, when I saw her my body literally fucking shook with fear. I remember the night she said we were dating, I couldn't stop thinking about her and I just wanted her with me really badly. She hugged me really tig
DeathI came to terms with my death when I was in the second grade. We were looking at fossils in class. Old bones treated with chemicals. I filled a cup with water from the sink and drank it. With a look of horror on her face another girl asked me which sink I had used. I pointed to the correct sink and she informed me that our teacher, Mrs. Destasio had told us not to drink from there. She had been washing the bones in that sink, and the poisonous chemicals were bad for us. Very bad. So, logically, I knew I had just committed an act that would lead to my unavoidable death.
I decided not to tell anyone, let alone my parents. Why worry them when there was nothing they could do? I cried that night, of course, wondering when it would happen. Would I even wake up the next morning? It turned out, I did. But that meant nothing. It was just a slow-acting, painless poison. It was eating away at my insides at that very moment and eventually I would slip away into oblivion. It was alright though. I h
Isaac's backstory~Isaac's Backstory~
John and Sally (Isaac's Parents) were in the hospital Where their Son Isaac lay on the bed hooked up to lots of machines. He had been born with Spine Problems, and he couldn't walk that well or keep his balance. Erin (Isaac's doctor) Had also told them that their son had Epilepsy and he was put on some strict medications. He also had some lung issues as well and was hooked up to a breathinig machine..
Isaac had just turned 2 and was already spending alot of time in the hospital.. He was having trouble surviving without the help of doctors. Sally and John were afraid of losing their son. Isaac coughed and he reached his little hand out to them, "mommy and daddy" he said softly as he gasped for air. He couldn't breath on his own without being hooked up to a breathing machine. Sally took his little hand, "hello there baby we are here" she said kissing his head. John was out in the hall on his phone and he sighed. "i know i said we would get you your money just give us
RUSSIA ON OMEGLE. HELLYEAH.You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
Stranger: 18 m u
You: Become one with mother Russia, da?~
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Stranger: do i get access to ur fine women
You: Oh yes da~
Stranger: tht sounds very tempting
Stranger: but im sorry
Stranger: america, fuck yeah
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: Become one with Mother Russia, da?
Stranger: In soviet russia MUDKIPZ LIEKZ YOU!
Stranger: Bruski bruski eh?
Stranger: you like the vodki?
You: You like the vodka da?~
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Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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