|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Poisoned Love .:Prologue:.--Raven’s POV--
Say, did you know that every game has rules? Rules that are meant to be broken. There are rules for those who don’t play the game, too. I await your participation. You can’t refuse. So let the game begin.
The Black Joker banged on my cell door loudly, forcing me to wake from my dreamless sleep.
“Thought you might be hungry. Here.” He held out his hand, which had three candies in different colored wrappings.
I hesitantly slipped my hand through the cell bars and quickly took the candies out of his hand, eyeing him carefully.
The Black Joker smiled as I unwrapped a candy and examined it to see if he has tampered with it before giving it to me.
“You don’t need to have your defenses up all the time, Raven. I have my reasons to keep you alive.” He walked away.
I shrugged and popped the candy in my mouth and made a face to myself.
There’s no coating on it. Let alone a taste.
My tongue caressed the c
Izou x Szayel -A glimpse of the past This has some Male x Male mentioned in it. Don't like, don't comment!
Szayel played in his room with a couple of his friends.
“Hold up.” Szayel said to Kain and Abel, peering out of the door.
Szayel saw a tall man with spiky, short hair. His eyes were a dark red. His skin was pale. He wore a white long sleeve shirt with a red vest over it and a silver tie shown under his vest. A light pink mark was placed on the left side of his vest. He wore white pants and black shoes.
Szayel tried to quickly slip back in the room, but the man noticed him and placed his hand on the young prince’s shoulder.
“Hold up, honorable prince.” He said formally, in front of Kain and Abel. “I want to talk to you.”
Szayel felt uncomfortable with this man the moment he saw him. This man was always up to no good with him around.
“Um…Can we talk outside of the room, Teivel?” Szayel asked, feeling uneasy that he can’t
Xavier Cillias [Bio] [updated]Name:
Is interested in someone <3
Xavier is tsundere. He's very sweet, caring, very shy and keeps to himself. He has a bad temper when crossed and tends to be cold and hostile towards people, but tries not to be that way all the time. (Typical tsundere traits)
Xavier has long hair (like Aoba in Dramatical Murder.) His hair is two-toned with purple on top and green underneath. He wears a green jacket with blue sleeves. On the jacket, there is a blue "X" on the left side of the jacket and a rabbit with "x" for it's eyes on the right side. Under the jacket, he wears a blue T-shirt. He wears neon purple pants with a blue belt and a green chain hanging on the right side oh his pants. He wears green high tops with purple and blue straps. He has a black stripe on both of his cheeks. He has neon blue eyes. And he has a light blue snake bite on his lower lip. And he wears a neon purple fingerless glove on his left h
Ulqui [Bio] Shadow PawtailName:
Unknown [for now]
In a relationship with Tora
He's very aggressive and tends to show a violent streak [though he'll never lay a harmful hand on Tora.] He's very possessive of Tora. He tries to make friends but scares them away because of his black scleras and black pawtails. He's silent most of the time. When he gets upset, he tends to forget what some words start with and replace the first letter with "w" (ie. like "Leave" he makes it to "Weave")
Taking Back What Is Mine .:Prologue/Preview:.--Izou's POV--
I heard Szayel scream in agony.
"MOM! BEHIND YOU!!" He screamed out, no one was there except for the darkness.
"This is one twisted king. Hypnotizing the little prince and replaying the death of his dear parents in his head." My master said, behind me.
"I couldn't agree more, your Highness." I said, eyeing King Teivel, the bastard that took my love's throne away from him.
Szayel continued to scream at the memory.
"NO NO NO!!! Mother!!!" Szayel held his head.
"Tsk tsk tsk. It's a shame that your dear mother couldn't comply and hand you over so quietly, my dear prince." King Tievel walked over to Szayel, who was paralyzed and stuck in the memory, holding up his sword.
"Leave him alone!" Master yelled out from behind me.
"But it's a shame that I have to kill you off myself. You're not a demon and you're not worthy of taking the throne!" The king stopped at Szayel and smiled slyly.
"Good night, my prince. Thanks for letting me see you one last time before you die." His swor
About the Kingdom of TenebrisPast guardians of the Kingdom:
Grandfather of Szayel Szilamér, father of Gargous Szilamér.
He is a demon
He was a guard of Gargous Szilamér.
He is deceased.
Grandmother of Szayel Szilamér, mother of Gargous Szilamér
She is a demon
Her position in the kingdom is unknown
She is deceased.
Best friend of Szayel Szilamér
He is a demon
He was Szayel’s butler and playmate
He is deceased.
Current guardians of the Kingdom:
Deceased rulers of the Kingdom:
King Kabal Diablo
Father of former Queen Lilith Szilamér, Grandfather of Szayel Szilamér
Years ruled: unknown
Queen Jezebel Diablo
Mother of former Queen Lilith Szilamér, Grandmother of Szayel Szilamér
Years ruled: 205 years
Queen Lilith Szilamér
Mother of Prince Szayel Szilamér
Age: 26 (but looked younger)
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.30
There was no way you would consider the current body reaction, the extreme shaking, the dryness of your lips, and the moistness that came to your eyes, was due to Jack being so very close to you. Extremely close. Those large bright blue eyes bore into yours with exquisite curiosity and illusionary worry, because your thoughts believed that was the only thing it could be; an illusion.
Your body trembled even more as you gazed back at the reflection of yourself that should never have existed in those eyes. It couldn’t exist. The person in those eyes looked lost and scared, which you had always tried your very best to avoid in any kind of situation. But the worst part in that reflecting image was the love-struck look you had fathom about for years and never had the accuracy to define it correctly.
Jack moved forward and you stepped back, lifting your hands to rub your eyes and blinked several times. Maybe there was something caught in your eyes, a speck of dust, maybe? Perhap
Facing Your Fears :: 6Rehabilitation Process: Day 6...
The days were passing by. Though Persephone seemed keen to keep interacting with Terrence while her sight was impaired, Flora continued pestering her older sister about removing her makeshift blindfold or at least accustoming herself to touching Terrence. She refused to believe that her sister wasn't ready for this next step, as Persephone had been talking to Terrence recently without so much as stuttering even once. Obviously she had been growing more comfortable with the giant spider over the course of the week yet each time Flora suggested their next course of action, Persephone would a way to dodge it.
Unfortunately, Terrence also proved little to no help coercing Persephone; he wanted her to progress at her own pace and didn't in the slightest want to force her into some situation she was uncomfortable with. He sought her trust, after all, and forcing her to touch him might risk that trust. He constantly told Flora th
Neither A Light, Nor A Heat - Part 1Cold wind whistled through the gorge that cut through the Ascarlin Mountains, sending a shiver through Lyne that rattled all the way down to the bone. Below, autumn colors were settling into the woods that surrounded the city of Negav. People were tending warm hearths, cooking dinner as the heat radiated out into the room and melted off the chill starting to settle in. Snow was rare in Felarya's only permanent human settlement, but that knowledge did little to make the winter rains less frigid.
Lyne pulled his cloak around him and hunched forward, trying to keep his hands from the iron barrel of his rifle, which refused to hold any heat. His shirt and pants were at least warm enough to keep the chill off of his wire-thin body, and the mop of loose, curly hair was thick enough to hold in what heat he managed to acquire.
"Liven up, son," said the driver next to him. He dug his elbow into Lyne's side, and about knocked the young man over. "You look like you're keeping a graveyard watch."
Jelsa Edo-jidai AU: Cherry Tree's Branch
Fifty years of a mortal's life
Would be but a fleeting moment
Contrast with the life of Geten
It is nothing but a very dream and illusion
But once they are given life from God
There is no such thing that do not perish
Unless we consider this very seed of awakening
It is a grievous truth indeed
That was the only way Jack was able to summarize his situation upon his arrival at Toketsu Castle.
The Tenshu (main castle tower) was three-stories high, and though small, demonstrates the design required of a castle during periods of war. Standing tall with the height of 164 shaku (164 ft), Jack realized it looked even magnificent up close. The stone walls with large moats and four layers turrets encircles the inner tower of plaster, especially built in order to prevent enemies' siege to scale the walls. But that wasn't what discouraged him the most—It was the size of the annexes and the gard
Myth City Role-Play: Part One
(I most likely made this look more epic than I ought. But I wanted to do a crime noir style with this one. >w> )
This was done between :iconShadowdancer172: and :iconJessica-Rae-3:. She plays the part of Adair and was the one t start the prompt. I slightly rephrased her first part to fit in a story mode. Enjoy.
Hugh, a werewolf, is a police officer in a city that mixes humans and mythical creatures; which, of course, makes his job much more difficult. While most of these mythical creatures choose to stay in their natural forms, a few - more specifically, the larger ones - appear as humans, so that they can live more comfortably in a human-sized city.
One day, Hugh had to go a few miles outside of the city, into a deep forest, to check up on one person who hasn't paid their taxes or even really visited the city, as far as he knew, in quite a while.
When he reached their home, he grimaced. It's clear this p
Embroidered 12 ( LevixReader AU)
You, Petra and Levi had moved your little group project upstairs in the family loft. The storm had gotten even worse as time flew by. Working by nothing but the light of the candles and flashlights you were just about finished with your group project. All you had to do was print out the statistics and pie chart and you all were done but of course, the power is out and there's no telling when it's going to come back on again. Your laptop was the only source of entertainment but no one could agree on what movie to watch. And no one meaning You and Levi. So here the three of you were. Sprawled out on the floor in the loft staring into the sky light watching as the rain tapped violently against it and the lightning flashed. Normally, thunderstorms would put you to sleep but this is totally different. Your teeth began to ache due to the munchies you had gotten and your stomach cursed you out loudly for neglecting to fill it up. Levi and Petra both heard this and exchanged looks at ea
Myth City Role-Play: Part Two
(I love the pic still! )
It wasn't until about a week later when Judy was sitting in her office that she got the phone call. She was chewing on some gum while filing down her nails since this was her break, but of course someone would call at that moment. She shouted at the other cubicles, "Phone call!"
No one responded.
She sucked her teeth and then answered the phone with a grumble, "Mythos Taxing Relief. This is Judy Sanders. How may I help you?"
Adair paused, sighed, and replied, in a slightly strained voice (it took a huge amount of effort to degrade himself this way), "I'm having a little trouble, paying bills." He took another breath. He supposed he'd have to tell her the reason, then... "My family has acquired a debt, and I don't have the money." He said shortly, irritation in his tone. He knew he was supposed to be 'polite' or something like that...but it was so difficult, when all he felt like doing was picking a good
The Pink Mist Ninja 2Ike, a small water filled country on the western part of Japan which was recently hostility taken over by forces of the larger northern country of Naga in a single night. To the Pink Mist this was something she didn't care about but for her next mission she had to know everything about it as much as possible.
In a small inn in the country of Kotoko south of Ike rested a rather chubby man dressed as a lord as he sat in peasant conditions. He was Loz, former head ruler of Ike and had fled the country as Naga invaded his lands. As he stared out at the moon bathed flower gardens, he felt a sudden gust behind him and turn around to see a ninja wearing a pink head mask with matching gloves and tabi socks with black top and trousers which had two pink vertical lines running up her suit on both sides with a sword strap to her back.
"You, you are the Pink Mist?" Loz asked as his voice quivered a little.
"Yes, what did you want to hire me for?" She spoke in a clam tone as she crossed her arms.
Sonadow: Phantom of the Opera Ch11Chapter 11: Coming Clean
I’ll be honest. I didn’t know what to think at this point. The Phantom is so desperate for love, and I’d feel like shit if I turned him down. The thought of what he’d do IF I chose Ms. Rose scared me to death. However, I do love Ms. Rose as well.
This is confusing. I should… maybe ask Ms. Rose about this, but then… how would SHE react? Sheesh. It’s getting harder and harder to hide this. Mr. Wilson is getting suspicious around me, so I need to do a better job of faking smiles.
Problem is that… it’s hard. Hard faking smiles about love, about what I think is right, and what I think needs to be done. Should I do anything? That’s a stupid question. Of course I should. I don’t want to worry Ms. Rose, but I can’t think of anyone else to turn to. I’ve come so far in this Opera House in such a short period of time. We’ve become great friends, and she keeps insisting that I can t
Notice Me, Senpai .:Preview:.--Ronku's POV--
"What the hell are you...wearing?" I asked Roka, eyeing her outfit
She blushed a crimson red.
"You would degrade yourself to something like this?" I used the end of my sword to lift up her skirt a bit.
She still didn't say anything. Her eyes dropped to the floor and clasped her hands together.
"And you," I pointed my sword at the man before her. "don't you touch her with your filthy hands."
He scoffed and walked away, "It's no fun when someone like you interrupts my fun."
I sighed and glanced at Roka, who was sitting on a bench, her jacket buttoned up.
"Explain something to me." I said, sitting next to her.
She looked up at me, her blue eyes burning with embarrassment.
"Why would you put yourself in an outfit that is so reveling and inviting to gross men like him?"
She sat in silence and turned her back to me.
"It was...to get you to notice me...I thought that if I did something ridiculous as this...you would notice me...it kinda backfired...since you're scolding
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.
Keep in Touch!
Bluefley has a gallery filled with artwork that whisks you off in to a Sci-fi daydream, and keeps you captivated for hours. Marc has been a member of our community for over a decade and has achieved nothing but success with his astounding commitment to interacting with the community, sharing a prolific amount of video tutorials and generally being an all round rockstar deviant. It is no joke that we are absolutely delighted to award the Deviousness Award for April 2014 to ... Read More