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We Are Complicated Part 1Avril
So, I'm sitting outside the school, right? And this chick pulls up in a BMW. A BMW, right? Who even gets one of those pieces of wallet vampires in high school? Anyway, I'm watching this preppy chick go inside, dropping some money in my guitar case. Like, really? Rude. I may look a little ragged, but I'm not just some bum playing guitar to survive, I was just bored before school. My daddy doesn't pay for my car, like yours, but I can support myself. She's just another spoiled rich kid, just like every other girl here.
So, I'm walking up to the gates of Walker High, and there's this punk girl sitting on the bannister on the way up the steps. I mean, did you see the way she looked at me, such vitriol. So, I mean, in a show of kindness, I dropped a little money in her guitar case. I mean, not a lot, just a couple of hundred dollars, something to get her a nice couple of outfits, or a makeover. I haven't really been able to make any new friends at most of my last high schools.
Transgender Day of RemembranceTransgender Day of Remembrance
I walked into class today,
Dressed in my finest dress,
My cutest shoes,
A pair of cute gloves,
And my hair teased,
And I cried when I looked in the mirror.
He came to school,
Looking so cool,
With his hair cut short,
A leather jacket,
And a motorcycle helmet,
And he cried when he looked in the mirror.
She kissed her papa,
Her mama cried.
She walked down the street,
The first time in a new age,
And she stopped for a moment,
And she cried when she looked in the mirror.
I walked in the front door,
My sister stood mouth agape.
She swore heartily,
My clothes borrowed,
And never asked for,
And I cried when I looked in the mirror.
He grabbed his keys,
Hopped off to go riding,
Angry at his parents,
His girlfriend was near,
And she loved him,
While he cried when he looked in the mirror.
She walked in the office,
Handed in her resignation.
Her boss glared at her,
But she didn’t care.
And she walked off triumphant,
But she cried when she looked in the mirror.
Chapter 17Chapter 17
Luna vs. Zeus and Hera, Part 2!
Hestia greets all of us at the door. “Oh what a pleasant surprise, dears, come in, come in~”
Ganymede smiles at her. “Hiya, Aunt Hestia!”
Hestia pinches his cheeks. “Such a sweet boy. Anything I can get all of you? Tea, Ambrosia?”
I shake my head. “No thank you, Hestia. We came for a specific reason.”
Hestia sighs. “Oh… Brother and Sister. They’re in their room.”
The door to the master bedroom slams open. “OLD ONE, ENTER. ALONE.”
I scoff. “Fine, I’m not scared of you.” I walk in.
Hera and Zeus both glare at me, eyes golden. “OLD ONE, YOU HAVE MESSED WITH FORCES YOU CAN’T HOPE TO FATHOM.”
I smirk. “I’m dealing with a Type-A Anal Alpha Bitch, and her equally terrible husband. I’ve never seen a more dysfunctional family. And I watched three episodes of Keeping up with the Kardashians.”
Zeus stands up str
Chapter 16Chapter 16
ROAD TRIP! ROAD TRIP!
So Road Trip, yes. According to the GPS we got from the Hermes Express, the closest God is Dionysius, in a vineyard up in Oregon. So we head up there first.
Agatha: “I’m bored… Can’t we get there any quicker?”
Me: “We’ll get there, when we get there!”
Nick: “Mom, I’ve got to use the bathroom!”
Cindi: “Well, you shoulda gone before we left!”
Tobias: “Mooooooom, Aphrodite’s poking me!”
Me: “SO HELP ME, I WILL TURN THIS LIMO AROUND.”
Athena: “Nicholas, won’t you roll that window back up, please? I can’t read with the wind blowing on my pages.”
Aphrodite: “Who reads in a limo? You’re such a fuddy-duddy, Thene.”
Me: “Nick, roll up the window, I’m trying to focus on driving! I never got a license, and this damn limo flies. That’s innately more difficult.”
Agatha: “MOM, APHROD
Chapter 15Chapter 15
Does Anyone Watch This Show?
All right, so everything was going great, right? We get the first episode filmed, casting was a snap, hell, the studio audience loved it. We start filming the second episode, and BAM! Everything starts falling apart. I don’t know how. I mean, last season DID end on a cliffhanger, and everyone was glad we finished it. But still, I don’t know what’s going on? I mean, I guess it was a kinda cute action-y romantic comedy… and then BAM! DRAMA-LAMA-DING-DONG. That was a bit rough, I guess. We really coulda led up to it better. And by “we”, I mean the Author of course.
Ack, another call. “In my defense, I was blithely ignorant of the fact that this would be popular enough to warrant a sequel, and thus, a second season for your show.”
“Your ending for the last one was completely out of left field, Caroline, and you know it.”
“Again, in my defense, I was attempting to wrap up the story so
Chapter 14Chapter 14
Time for Me to Angst for the Rest of the Book! Or Something Equally Bullshit!
After we walk out of there, Cindi Grabs my by the collar. “WHAT THE HELL, LUNA, WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL? YOU ARE A CRUEL AND ANGRY GOD, YOU KNOW THAT?”
Nick crosses his arms. “Yeah, that was a bit uncouth. There was literally no need for that. For either of those curses.”
I glare at Nick. “Have you felt omniscience? HAVE YOU? NO? THEN TELL ME THERE WAS NO NEED. TELL ME FOR CERTAIN. I WILL DEFER TO YOUR JUDGEMENT, OH THOU THAT ARE HOLIER THAN GOD.”
He glares back at me. “I think you are a power drunk tyrant.”
The air around me heats up several degrees. Cindi gives me a tight hug before I’m able to fry his ass, though. “Luna… You’re scaring me… Where is that girl three chapters ago who wanted to help a girl pick up her homework assignments?”
I look her dead in the eyes. “She became a Mother. To races innumerable.
Chapter 13Chapter 13
Hey, Maybe Something Nice Will Happen This Time!
Hey look, it’s chapter 13! That’s the good one, right? …Why do I feel this horrible sense of foreboding? I take a look at the calendar… November 15th. When did we skip a day?
Caroline calls me again. “I’m sorry... I had a rough day yesterday. Ironically, because as you know, 13 is my favorite number. But anyway, I’m back, and you can go get Zeus now. Good luck! You’ll need it~”
I blink. “Why must every conversation with her seem vaguely menacing?”
Anyway, so we show up at the Playboy mansion. “All right guys, as much as we quite obviously all want to look at everyone but, we have to focus on finding Zeus. Hestia gave us a picture of him, so if you see him, call. We’ll be right there. Zeus is notorious for absconding with young men and women. So… Don’t get caught, all right? That would be bad.”
We all nod and split up. “Meda
Chapter 12Chapter 12
A Wild Goose Chase… Or is it a Peahen Chase?
So, St. Louis. That’s really random. Why St. Louis? Anyways, we’re here. Wish I knew where she was. I get a call from Caroline. “INCOMING. I’ve got a present for you!”
Oof, jerk, what’d you have to run- “Nick?”
Nick falls down, clutching the book. “Great, you’re here already. I was hoping you would be. Tickets to St. Louis are expensive on a broke college student’s paycheck.”
I sigh. “Did you read the whole thing, then?”
He nods. “It’s trippy. Anyway, here to help you guys. So… Greek Gods?”
I nod. “Caroline’s pulling stuff from her ass the past couple of chapters. Apollo sexually harassed us, Artemis tried to sexually harass us, Hephaestus’s robots pissed off Cindi, and Athena is a surprisingly ditzy Goddess of Wisdom.”
He nods. “Right, I got all of that. Anyway, I found out their house
Chapter 11Chapter 11
We Search for a Chronic Bird Brain
So once more, into the fray. The SMART option to avoid running in circles to find Athena would be to contact Apollo again. The SANE option, however, is to get as far away from him as possible. Maybe the Virgin Goddess of Strategy and Wisdom will hit on us less. One can hope. I mean, Artemis was supposed to be a virgin Goddess too.
Cindi stops me as we get to porting off. “Well, where do we go first?”
I think for a bit. “If I was a Fallen Angel desperately searching for Wisdom, where would I go? I’m tempted to say MIT, but that’s the obvious answer, and there’s no way she’d be in the obvious place. Same with West Point. And we all know Harvard and Yale are sister schools that breed the spawn of Satan-“
“DID SOMEONE SAY-“
“NOT NOW, LUCI- Actually, you can help us. Any info on Fallen Angels?”
He thinks for a bit. “Are you asking in general, or on a specific one?
Mall Adventure's! Norway x ReaderHungary pulled insistently on (Name)’s arm.
“Cooomme one!” She insisted.
What did Hungary want (Name) to do? Well she wanted her friend to go into the beauty salon and get a makeover thingy done to her face. (Name) was having none of it/
“Aww haaaiill no” (Name) shouted, not caring that people were staring. “I don’t do makeup!” The girl pulled her arm out of her friends grasp and sprinted.
(Oh did I mention they were at a mall? Yeah, and that means people. Which means there’s a chance you’ll run into someone you know. Or by chance that certain someone you might like. Hehehe yea~
Where you might ask was dear little (Name) running to? Most likely Hot Topic, the one store she could hide safely within.)
Glancing up (Name) saw familiar long hair whooshing.
(Name) turned a corner and darted behind a chair thingy that mall visitors can rest their bodies or whatever on. Then, after a few awkward moments of heavy breathing, (Name) real
Debbie Goes Medieval - Part TwoA link to the first half of this story can be found in the notes below. And now for the conclusion….
Dalca Castle, outside Vanity City, Maryland.
“What the hell kind of place are you-all running here?”
Fred Smythe jumped to his feet, his face flushed with anger. “Don’t come in here shouting and using that kind of language in front of my wife!”
“I’ll speak how I like! Me and the wife got here bright and early. We were fixing to put decorations for the big picnic tomorrow. Then she disappeared. I tried calling her cellphone, but no answer. I hollered her name. Still no answer. I looked everywhere before I finally found her, tied to a tree over there!”
“It’s true,” his wife said. “Some man and woman in fancy old costumes grabbed me. Said they didn’t want us around! Then they tied me up! Even gagged me so I couldn
Debbie Goes Medieval - Part One“Once upon a time the beautiful Princess Tienne decided to host a joust!”
Music, cheerful as the chirping of birds, accompanied Princess Tienne’s graceful entrance into a green meadow. Tienne, a young woman, half Vietnamese in heritage, had lustrous, straight black hair. She wore an elaborate yellow gown and a floral crown. “It’s going to be easy to organize!” she said, placing her hand on a tall wooden stake driven into the ground next to her.
An ominous chord rumbled dangerously as Tienne finished her optimistic prediction.
“Unfortunately, Princess Tienne did not foresee the obstacles that would arise!”
The cheerful music melted away, replaced by a dire melody. Tienne no longer moved about freely. Instead, she stood tied to the wooden stake! Thick, brown ropes surrounded her body, repeated loops created broad coils, two about her legs, and two about her torso. A white cloth over he
Hetalia x Reader Dumblore Sadness
America slammed his hand on the table.
“And I’ll be the hero!” He exclaimed. That set them all off. England and France were shoving each other, calling names while China and all the Asians Stood off and rolled their eyes.
“Hey watch the koala!” and “You bloody frog!” could be heard along with curses in multiple languages. Italy was in chibi form furiously waving his flag while Hungary was swinging her frying pan in every way. Denmark and Prussia had come to blows while you could hear Norway, “Call me big brother!”
Germany was twitching in annoyance. He had had enough of this bull.
“Oi! You dunkopfs! Vould jou all just sit down und listen! Ve vill take turns speaking und I vill start!” He shouted. Catching all the countries attention. Russia had stop trying and hit America with his pipe. England took his hands off of France’s neck and Switzerland lowered his rifle.
“Okay so to address the problem at han
Movie Magic - Part 1PART 1 - PAN & SCAN
The screen flickers to life as the lights go down and an expectant hush falls over the audience.
A jaunty fanfare plays, as a topographic map of continental Equestria fades into view. Multicolored fireworks burst and flicker across the skies over the verdant kingdom, resolving into the smiling visage of a cobalt blue unicorn mare with a pale blue mane and a gleam in her amethyst colored eyes. Her horn sparkles as the words appear over her in pleasing cursive writing. "The Spectacular Trixie Presents A Lulamoon Studios Production!"
With a convivial wink she fades out, replaced by the image of a handsome stallion in a Harmony Flight Harness carrying a movie camera rig and peering through the viewfinder as he traverses the map from one side to the other. Trailing behind him, a glamorous pegasus mare with flowing blonde hair and a sash emblazoned with the word 'veritas' tows a fluttering banner that proclaims: "Eye on Equestria! All the news the nation needs now!"
The First Ceasefire - Chapter 20 :: NamesSniper sat up when he heard the door unlock.
Spy entered the room, a worried expression on his face. "I 'ate to say it, but we need 'ou. Quickly."
Sniper jumped to his feet. "Whoi? What happened?"
"It's Scout... Just, come." Spy led the Australian into compartment three, where Scout was curled up on the couch shuddering, screaming and sobbing.
"Oh, no..." Sniper whispered. "What happened?"
"Nightmare." Medic said curtly. "He vas yelling about not vanting to be touched and vas screaming and sobbing."
Sniper reached out his hand, gently resting it on Scout's shoulder. "Scout... It's gonna be okay... Oi promise..." He said softly, gently squeezing the younger's shoulder.
Scout's breathing began to slow, and his sobs began to grow quieter.
Sniper sat down next to him, slowly rubbing his back with his other hand.
Scout let out a small whimper as Sniper gently adjusted him so that the younger's head was in his lap, but then went quiet again, body still shaking slightly.
Hey... It's gon
Memories :: Chapter 13You knocked once, and before you could knock again, Scout pulled the door open. He wasn't wearing his uniform any more, he had changed into a grey shirt and simple brown pants, although his hands were still bandaged and he had his tags around his neck.
"Hey..." You giggled slightly.
"Hey... You look... nice..." He said quietly, blushing.
You smiled. "Thanks. You aren't lookin' too bad yourself."
"Thanks. I know a pretty cool place where we can hang out, if ya wanna go. It's not very far..."
"Sure, why not?"
" 'Kay, follow me..."
He led you'd down the hall, and the two of you entered a small door that revealed a staircase, and you began to go up.
Scout held the door open for you as you stepped out, letting the cool night air hit your skin. Observing the area, you realized that you were on the roof. There were crates all around the roof; some without lids, some with lids, and some that looked very broken.
Scout came out directly after you, closing the door behind him.
"None of the
Who is Sky? (Bloopers because who cares)-(Part 1)
Kia: I know we're just practicing this, but, I'M ACTUALLY AFRAID IF HE HAS AMNESIA.
Adam: YOU SCARED KIA~?
Kia: YES. *Runs away*
Adam: *Chases her laughing*
Ty: Uh, let's take a break. *Facepalms*
Adam: I could be king Squid or something!
Kia: *Crawls away*
Kia: Hal- I can't do cute crap. *Walks away*
*Staff laughing in the background*
Ty: What are you doing?
Me: Halp? *Glomp*
Ty: Fine, just let go of me! This is embarrassing!
Me: *Smirks and pulls his pants down then runs away*
Ty: OI! *Chases her*
Adam: *Rofls* Can we keep that?
Ty: There's nothing to do. Hey. Wake up. Stop being a lazy ass.
Kia: BUT THERE'S NOTHING LEFT OF MY LIFE. *Fake sobbing*
Ty: GO WITH THE LINES GODDAMMIT.
Bolas al ataque, epilogo
¡Fantasmano!- dijo contento Thomas
El señor Maellard era en realidad Fantasmano, había tomado la forma del jefe máximo del parque.
-Pero si te vi desintegrarte,¿cómo?- dijo Suave
-Tengo algunos trucos bajo la manga- dijo Fantasmano
-Increíble, ¿eso que fue?- preguntó Thomas
-Una ilusión espectral, cosa de fantasmas.
-Supongo que subestime tus capacidades, Fantasmin- dijo Acido
-No todo el tiempo uso mis habilidades fantasmales, además creo que es muy aburrido utilizarlas.
-Logramos salvar el parque, supongo que debemos hacer un “Oh” como Mordecai y Rigby.
-Eso es muy repetitivo, Thomas, esta es nuestra victoria, hagamos nuestro propio grito.
-Ya me se uno- Thomas tomo Aire- ¡Baaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
-¡Siiiiiiiiiiiiiii que siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!- grito Fantasmano
Suave, Acido y las bolas también festejaron.
-¿Qué sucederá con Mordecai y Rigby?- pregunto Thomas
-Si Acido tuvo la habilida
A Treatise on Procrastination.A Treatise on Procrastination: The Art, The Science, The Magic.
Procrastination, is a very unique skill, unlike anything else you can put your mind to. It is an art, a science, an act of magic.
Well, kind of. It's something that only certain people can get away with. People can procrastinate forever.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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