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Myself and NormalNeed someone normal?
I'm afraid you have the wrong person,
for I am as Eccentric as they come.
I don't like prowrap,
my forehead feels much to bare without the tickle of my bangs.
I don't like Glee or Pretty little liars,
Their storyline bores me and they have little things to interest me.
I'd prefer Supernatural or Doctor who or even one of my favourite Anime's.
I've NEVER worn Ugg's,
Never really saw the point in those thing,
I'd really rather some converses.
Poetry is my guilty pleasure.
I support Gay rights even though I am Straight and
My fashion sense has yet to be labelled.
I am simply me. Simply Melanie.
Helladius's Diaryllusions....That Is my...Specialty
I am Helladius....I Create Illusions....
For people's Happiness....
For People's Sadness....
To see Human Emotion Brings me....Pleasure.... If you call It that....
I can not Comprehend some human emotions....
What is this love they speak of?
Why have I yet To feel It?
But this love is the most entertaining.....
It stimulates quite alot of emotions....
It is fun to play with.....
It may be Incorrect of me....
But I wish to....Love someone....
Is that such a error?
- Helladius Adamidis
The Diary Of Dusek UrbanAlone...
this is the word that sticks in my head....Alone that's What I'll always be....I have this
curse....They all say it's a gift but It isn't at all....My So called Gift....It Kills people.
I can overload People's mind with my powers, The catch is it usually kills my victims.
Before I could control it i used to kill so many without even trying....I Killed My own Father...
I honestly Didn't mean to But I was so happy and I guess i overloaded him with my powers
and....he...well...he died...I don't Want to hurt anyone else....
I am a monster
I should be hated
But these People tell me I am a gift That I can save people.....
Heh....What A Load of Crap....
I'm not meant to be Loved
I Can't be around Humans
They say they've found others like me.
That I'd like To see A bunch of Monsters Destroying Each other....And The world on top of that.
Either Way they don't Even know what They're up against.... What They've Done.....
Co tyto lidského odpadu.
- Dusek Urban.
Ahmed: The Free WindCHAOS FRAGMENT 1
The sound Of Rustling wind kicked up in the air, I tilted my head back enjoying The little bit of Peace in this chaotic world we were thrown into. I jumped, nearly falling off the edge when a pair of large tanned hands placed themselves on my shoulders. "marhaba,Lucie." Ahmeds quiet voice called, I had forgotten that he was a wind vender, Correction...I had forgot that we WAS the wind. He was like the wind in every way, His soft, light, voice that reminded me of the Breeze, They way that he walked with such grace almost as if he was floating and his personality was mysterious and calm. He looked at me his Hazel hues stared into my soul. " Did I scare you?" he murmured, his fingers caressed my arm lightly, He Always treated me so kindly, Ahmed was from the Damascus safeguard, He wore a keffiyeh Upon his Head, he was Muslim so it was Tradition, besides it suited him well. I remember the first time i meet him...the words he greeted me with still fresh in my mind...
Mindgames A connor FanficM I N D G A M E S → Connor / Ratohnhake:ton
It was a normal day like no other in Mohawk Valley, A young Girl Bolted thru the forest, her fire red locks blowing in the wind like a flame, she wore what looked to be mens clothes but she was obviously a women, her feet wove in and out of tree Branches and Logs on the forest floor her eyes dogging back and forth between the forest in front of her and the path she had taken behind her, the sounds of British soldier's could be heard in the distance but they were becoming louder by the second, The girl stopped...A young boy who looked to be about 17 years old lay in the tall grass bow and arrow in hand, His eye on the pray, A white tailed deer, the girl interested Scaled a near by tree and perched her self on the branch nearest to him to watch the boy hunt his Pray, The boy pulled back his arrow and it flew forward and just like that the deer was down, the young boy jumped up
A few words of Mohawk for Assassin's creed 3 fansA few Mohawk words for Assassin's creed 3 fans!
Konoronhkwa = I love you
tsitsho = Fox
akweks = Eagle
Kwe = Hello
Nia:wen = Thank you
Onhka ni:se = Who are you?
I:i = Me
O:nen = Goodbye
Satahonhsatat = Listen
Ta:non = And
Tohsa sata:ti = Don't Talk
Tha'tesato:tat = Be quite
Ki:ken = This
Onhka ki:ken = Who is This
Ka'wahse = Where are you going?
Enwa:ton ken - May I?
Kwe Kwe. Skennenko:wa ken? = Hello. How are you?
Ianeratie' ken? = Is it going well?
Skennenko:wa = I'm fine
Skennenko:wa. Ok ni:se'? = I'm fine, and you?
Naho:ten iesa:iats? = what is YOUR name?
Naho:ten ronwa:iats? = what is HIS name?
Naho:ten iontatiats? = what is HER name?
Naho:ten ronwati:iats? = What is THEIR name?
Wa:ri iontiats. = My name is______
Ko:r ronwa:iats.= His name is______
Arisawe iontatiats = her name is _____
ronwati:iats = Their Name is _______
O:nen = Goodbye
Sa'nikonhraien:tas ken? = Do you understand?
Onhka thi? = Who's that?
Kanenna'ke:ne = Fall
Akohsera:ke = Winter
Kakwite:ne = Spring
Happiness?Happiness is like a butterfly it floats around from person to person, Coming and going from this moment to the next. Sometimes happiness chooses to stay but not for long, sometimes not more than a day.
Happiness is like rays of Golden sunshine That caress your life and make it much easier to to live in this Greedy World. Happiness is deceitful and Cruel, it leaves as quickly as it came and sometimes what made you happy ultimately hurts you.
But happiness is wonderful, happiness is glee, happiness is bliss and something you'll never want to miss.
the real me Melanie CoteHello I'm Melanie Cote i am here to tell you about myself so here it goes.....
1. i am a french canadien living in western Canada, my fathers from Quebec, my mom from B.C i am not a separtist but i do love Quebec and want more people to resepct Quebec
and the french people and the language. >3
goodbye my beloved Quebeci have and always will love my dear Quebec, my love may be silly but still i do truly only love you. Others may try to love me to but still i only love you. You were always so kind to me as a child so still i do, i do truly love you. Wish to relieve your stress but i am merely a human so delicate and fragile i am. I wish i could be be your side now but i am to far to even hear your voice. I wish to hug you now but you've forgotten i exist. Those soft brown eyes i could get lost in but sadly no longer can i look into them. so Goodbye my dear Quebec we shall meet again when i am grown up and ready again. Goodbye my forever beloved Quebec.
The Babysitting GigJenny sighed, leaning back on the couch with a smile. Before her, sitting on a blanket in front of the TV, was a small baby girl, playing with some blocks. "You having fun Emmy?" Jenny asked, leaning down a bit and watching her with a smile. Emmy cooed and babbled a bit, crawling over to pick up a block, banging it against another block.
Jenny giggled a little bit, leaning back again. It was a bit of a tiring job, babysitting, especially for a fifteen year old. It was especially hard earlier, when Emmy was crying and being fussy for seemingly no reason. But after a bath, some feeding and a bit of playtime, she seemed perfectly happy now! Of course, she spit up on her a little bit, causing Jenny to have to change into a hoodie and jeans, but otherwise everything was going fine!
She watched the baby play for a bit, before getting down on her knees, sitting next to her. "Having fun playin' with your blocks?" Jenny asked, picking her up and setting her in her lap. Emmy cooed in response, s
TWG written assignment :P Ripplebreeze looked at the mess of cats. How shades, colors, and clans were all mixed together. Seeing how big a lot of the toms were, Ripplebreeze was kind of scared. She puffed out her chest. No, she wasn't going to be afraid. She would prove to Coalfur, to Stormwhisper, that she could defend herself and no cat was to small. She smirked, I should have made a bet with Stormwhisper that I would have come back with both eyes. Enough stalling! Get a move on Ripplebreeze. She tried to move, but her legs felt like they were personally glued to the ground. Not until she saw Fadingbreeze, underneath a tom. Her whole body burned with rage as she saw her "best" friend being clawed. She ran as fast as her paws could take her, dodging the cats, and headbutted him as hard as she could. He tumbled off her and Ripplebreeze turned to Fadingbreeze, "are you ok?!" Fadingbreeze got up, "Thank you." She huffed. Ripplebreeze stood by her, waiting for the cat to get
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Name: Kaminaga, Imari ( 神永, イマリ )
Age: 14 / 16
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Blood Type: O
Birthday: December 28 ( Capricorn )
Imari is a brave kunoichi with a good heart. She cares for those who are important to her and wants to protect the villagers of her beloved Konoha. She does her best not to disappoint anyone and likes to cheer people up with an optimistic mood and mind. Even if Imari isn’t as popular and noticed by the villagers as some other ninjas, she still sees it as her duty to protect them. However, she isn't jealous of some ninja's fame at all! In fact, she prefers to stay in the background. Overall, she has become very good at being quiet, blending in the groud and not standing out too much. So good that she has even become an expert at hiding and sneaking around. For a ninja, this can be a goo
Strange Feelings (Short Story)How did I end up in this mess? I couldn't quite put what had happened. All I know is that I'm stuck with a girl, surrounded by food, and at a park hill with nobody around. I find this 'girl' unusual, but somewhat attractive. I mean, in a complicated way. I seem to want to be by her and then I don't, I don't know what it is, but something about her makes me feel all sorts of ways. We don't even have a relationship, but she makes it pretty obvious she wants to be next to me all the time. Sometimes it even gets annoying, especially when she drags me around everywhere. Bringing me to a picnic isn't what I usually do, so I sit quietly and think to myself.
"Toxic, are you going to eat or stare at that tree all day?" Sparkle asks, and pokes me in the arm as she said it. I jerk back in reflex, coming back to reality slowly.
"Oh, uh, what do you have?" I ask, feeling some guilt for ignoring her.
"Stuff." She said without thinking, probably. She pushed the basket of food towards me and crossed h
My Male characters from the Nakas CurseElements
Korbin Scott - Darkness- New york
Blaine Sinclair- Earth-Edinburgh
Aderyn Baskerville- Light-wales
Ahmed Al Dwairan- Wind -Damascus
Benito Cabello-Psychic/ mind control-Florence
Charlie Helling-Torture / Psychic Pain inflicted on Victim-England
Aidan O'Quinn- Flight and Banshee Scream-Ireland
Dane Axel- Aura Reading- The Hague
Nikolaus Diederich- Multilocation; Being in several places at once.-Rosenheim
Antonello Castillo- Ability to Absorb others skills and powers.-Barcelona
Davi Marques- Ability To generate Acid Thru Touch if wanted.-Portugal
Franco Gilliard- Echolocation well as invisibility- Geneva
Leon Eckhel- Mental projection/ Ability to Make anything you Imagine Become real.- Innsbruck
Geza Kadar- Possession / to be able to possess a person-Hungary
Zahari Raev- Psychic weapons / to be able to create weapons out of energy.-Bulgari
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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