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PMD-E Side Story: A Humble Request [Part 2]
Leila sighed, annoyed. "How long does this place go on? I'm getting awfully bored. These enemies are a waste of time; it's like they don't even try to fight back. Jeez," she remarked.
Leila's journey this far had been nothing but tedious. She mowed down pretty much everything in her path.
"Hey, there's a clearing up ahead!" gasped Leila, happy to finally know that the mission was about to be over.
Suddenly becoming wary, she stopped just short of entering the clearing.
...That's strange, she thought. There was hardly any challenge at all in this mission! I wonder why? Come to think of it, everything kept avoiding me... She brushed the thoughts aside. It's probably because I'm so strong, she grinned.
Wait, is that someone over there...? she wondered.
She entered the clearing to find a Minun with a sky blue superhero mask and a Graveler, surrounded by about 3 Geodude.
"Please, help me!" yelled the Minun. "Or at the very least, tell Amelia that I regret
PMD-E Side Story: A Humble Request [Part 1]
"C-c-can I ask you s-something?" a small voice called from some distance behind her. Leila turned around to find a Budew looking at her, on the verge of sobbing.
"Me... a-and my friend Cecil... we got in a fight. Then, Ce-Cecil said he was going to Tao Woods! He said he never wanted to see me again," the Grass-type said with hazy eyes. "Can you go find him?"
Leila glanced at Pascal, and back at the Budew.
I can do this by myself. Pas is weak to Grass-type moves, so he'd only slow me down. I'm good against Grass types... This shouldn't take long. I won't even have to let Pascal know I left, she thought.
"Of course I'll find your friend," she said cheerily. "I won't be long, either," she added.
The Magby confidently walked away. This is genius! If I can find this Cecil character in record time, no doubt Team Voyagers will start on its way to a good reputation! She walked off with just a hint of arrogance.
She daydreamed about the mission while walking, and bumped into Pasca
PMD-E Written App: Team VoyagersLeila: I can't stand this downpour anymore! You're just standing in the middle of this rain, and you're enjoying it, for Pete's sake! ...Hey! Pas! I'm talking to you, Pascal!
Pascal: H-Huh? What? What's up, Leila?
Leila: *furrows brow* We've been standing outside of this guy's house, in the rain of all things, for 15 whole minutes!
Pascal: ...Oh, that's my bad. I got distracted by the rain. I guess I better knock, then, huh?
*He knocks on the door, and is greeted by a silverish-white Ninetales. The expression on the Pokemon's face is one of surprise.*
Callahan: Come in, come in! My goodness, come in! I can't believe you've all been waiting outside in the rain all this time! You could have knocked earlier, you know!
Pascal: *smiles* I'm sorry. I just like the rain a lot. Sometimes, it helps me sleep, even.
Leila: No, I'm pretty sure you're just sadistic and like watching me suffer.
Pascal: *ignoring Leila* So, sir, what is your name?
In the GameThe girl incoherently mumbles obscenities as she kicks a can down the sidewalk, dotted with puddles.
It has just stopped raining, but she still carries the faded pink umbrella open on her shoulder, the last of the rain clinging to it.
The air is crisp for a second, and then a truck speeds by, splashing muddy water and spewing thick smoke everywhere.
Almost involuntarily, she blocks the water with the umbrella. She chokes in the smoke for a second, and resumes walking.
She wears a scowl on her face, disgusted with the world. Every step took her closer towards her private haven, and the very thought of it was reassuring.
She enters the suburban house through the front door, and quickly heads towards the cabinet. She grabs a pink box and opens it.
Its two screens light up, and she is ignorant of the world around her. She smiles.
sometimesSometimes I feel like a million bucks. Others, I feel like I may as well die in a hole.
This was one of the latter times, and I had a great reason to feel as I did.
I'd been dumped, and the stress and longing sped up my heart, and made me puke on occasion. Everyone seemed out to get poor Sean.
He'd mistakenly thought I would be better off solo, but some days, I wish he'd come up to me, stare me straight in the eyes and tell me about how I should go die in a hole alone, like an animal.
... Maybe I should just give up on life, and resign to my fate as a future crazy cat lady.
Thinking about it, that'd be nice, because cats don't ever tell you to move on, or break your heart, or nearly drive you to suicide.
So, why don't you love me any more?
...Answer me, damn it!
Here, will pressing this gun to my head provide incentive for you to answer, or am I no longer anything of your concern?
Am I just a broken toy you've discarded, without regard to the glorious years we spent together?
When You're GoneDrop the razor, put down the knife, get that gun away from your head! Do you know what you're worth?
Contrary to (your)popular belief, your parents do care about you.
Have they ever used you as a human dartboard? No? Then they care.
It's that simple. You're not abused by your parents, you're not used, stop the tears!
That boy ain't worth taking your life, no matter how much you think he is.
Suicide is a sin, sweetie,
and if you expect to wake up in the hospital with him standing over you, teary-eyed like in cheesy TV soaps nobody watches, well, you'll be pretty darn disappointed.
As your life flashes through your eyes, you'll be informed that you're gone for good, you will be judged and sent to Heaven or Hell, no repenting now, only the living get to do that.
You, however, can watch how the lives of your loved ones are without you.
You watch your funeral, watch your family
become slowly torn apart without you.
You watch the boy you loved so much grow up,
VERY WONDERFUL STORYONE DAY THERE WAS A GUY NAMED BOB WHO LIKED STUFF. HE LIVED IN HIS MOM'S BASEMENT AND WATCHED BAD PORNOS ALL DAY.
THEN ONE DAY HE WATCHED TWILIGHT BECAUSE HE HEARD RABID FANGIRLS SQUEALING OVER IT SO HE THOUGHT IT WAS GOOD.
BOB WAS FOUND DEAD IN HIS MOM'S BASEMENT THAT DAY. THE END, THEN THE WORLD EXPLODED.
never forget themdo something right, nobody remembers
do something wrong, nobody forgets
and when nobody forgets, and they pick on the person who did that, that person will just happen to be emotionally unstable.
they'll take it too seriously,
"ha ha ha look at that loser remember what he did"
will turn into
"poor kid why did they kill themselves"
and people will be forced to accept the harshness of their words staring at their feet on a wednesday afternoon and when they're questioned, they'll look up with teary eyes and say
"yes, i'm a murderer.
b-but i didn't mean it.
i didn't realize words could hurt."
For What Really MattersI'm usually silent around people less than friends with me.
I have reasons.
Not opening your mouth keeps you at a nice neutral reputation with just about everyone in the hick school I go to,
but it's really because
I don't take my happiness to school with me.
I keep it safe in a jar, at home.
I save it for what really matters,
like my family,
and my real friends,
the kind with open minds, open arms, and open hearts.
I don't risk someone breaking my happiness.
That's an almost irreplaceable treasure.
Use it wisely, like me.
Sherlock Chatroom 14 (SherlockXReaderXMoriarty)
(Y/n) has started a chatroom.
Greg has logged on.
Sebastian has logged on.
‘Hey Tiger – YN’
‘Hello – Sebastian’
‘(Y/n) can you please get off my desk?! – Greg’
‘No I’m comfy – YN’
‘You blew me off for him? – Sebastian’
‘I think we spend waaaaaaaaay to much time together plus I haven’t seen Greg in ages and he’s my brother so….. – YN’
‘Suppose – Sebastian’
‘I am not a footrest -_- - Greg’
‘Your lap is now – YN’
Sherlock has logged on.
‘Lestrade?! – Sherlock’
‘What? – Greg’
‘I need help – Sherlock’
‘With what? – Greg’
‘I need to know how to impress a girl – Sherlock’
‘Pfft hahahahahahahahahaha – Greg’
‘What’s so funny?! – Sherlock’
‘You said you wanted to impress a woman
Truth or dare (MycroftXReader)
You sat with Sherlock, John and Mary in the living room of 221B. Mary had suggested you all play truth or dare not really giving you an option not to play.
“Why this game?” John sighed from his chair.
“It was this or Cluedo” Mary shrugged.
“No I am never playing Cluedo with that man again!” You shook your head pointing to Sherlock who rolled his eyes.
“Just go Mary” John groaned.
“Ok Sherlock truth or dare?” Mary asked.
“Dare” Sherlock replied.
“I dare you to give John you’re violin for a week” Mary smirked.
“YES! PEACE AND QUIET!” You exclaimed happily.
“What?!” Sherlock shrieked.
“Hand it over” John grinned.
“If you dare harm my violin in any way I will hunt you down” Sherlock warned handing John his violin carefully.
“I’m going to paint it pink” John hummed.
“Sherlock you’re turn” Mary said.
Sherlock Chatroom 13 (SherlockXReader)
(Y/n) has started a chatroom.
John has logged on.
Sebastian has logged on.
‘(Y/n) where are you? – John’
‘With Tiger – YN’
‘At my flat – Sebastian’
‘Why? – YN’’
‘Sherlock is in my house sulking – John’
‘So? – YN’
‘He’s your boyfriend come get him! – John’
‘She can’t – Sebastian’
‘Why? – John’
‘We’re prank calling Jim – YN’
‘………………………. – John’
Jim has logged on.
Sherlock has logged on.
‘Hey Sherly – YN’
‘Bored – Sherlock’
‘Good to know now does anyone know how to trace calls? – Jim’
‘Nope – Sebastian’
‘Why do you need to trace calls? – YN’
‘Some assholes keep prank calling me! – Jim’
His voice (LestradeXReader)
You and Mary stood in the station waiting for Sherlock and John to come out of Lestrade’s office.
“Mary what do you think of Lestrade?” You asked her randomly while sipping your coffee.
“He’s nice…..He has one of those voices you know?” Mary replied.
“Yeah I could probably listen to him talk forever” You nodded not realizing Anderson was listening to your conversation.
“Yeah hell he could read Twilight and I’d probably love the book” Mary agreed.
“Agreed it’s rare to find someone with a voice as nice as his” You commented.
“Nice? His voice is full blown sexy” Mary huffed.
“Oh god yes it is” You sighed.
“I mean I love John to death but Lestrade’s voice is just no words can describe” Mary sighed as well.
“His voice is deep and rough yet gentle and so damn sexy” You nodded.
“Good description” Mary nodded. Anderson smirked with the inf
Mycroft groaned when sunlight hit his face and pulled the covered over his head. He hissed as his head pounded from all the alcohol he drank the night before and noticed you weren’t in bed beside him. Eventually he got up and went into the bathroom for a shower. You, Sherlock, John and Mary were downstairs having tea and breakfast when you all heard a scream from upstairs.
“Oh god he woke up” Mary said.
“I was hoping he wouldn’t” Sherlock muttered putting down the paper.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ON MY SHOULDER?!” Mycroft screamed pissed.
“Come on Mycroft one drink?!” You whined dragging Mycroft to the pub to meet up with Sherlock, John and Mary.
“No” Mycroft shook his head.
“Just one?! Please! Then you can go!” You begged. Mycroft sighed and glanced at you before agreeing to come in for one drink. An hour later Mycroft sat in the booth laughing at something random while the rest of you
You paled when the elevator you were in suddenly jolted to a stop before the lights went out. Lestrade took a step closer to you as you began hyperventilating.
“You ok?” Lestrade asked concern lacing his voice.
“Ok?! NO I’M NOT OK GREG!” You snapped.
“Ok!” Lestrade held his hands up and took a step back.
“Just calm down love” Lestrade added softly.
“CALM DOWN?! I’M STUCK IN AN ELEVATOR WITH ANDERSON!” You yelled. Lestrade looked at Anderson who was at the far side of the lift.
“He’s not even doing anything” Lestrade replied.
“His face is annoying me!” You replied.
“Ok……Anderson face the wall” Lestrade ordered.
“Seriously?!” Anderson exclaimed.
“Do it!” Lestrade snapped. Anderson groaned and sat down before facing the wall. You calmed down slightly and felt Lestrade wrap his arm around your shoulders. Lestrade pulled you to sit on the gr
You put down the third Harry Potter book after finishing it for the 4th time. A mental image of Lucius came to your head after a few moments and it was of him holding his cane with his wand out. You glanced at Mycroft who was doing paper work at his desk and eyed his umbrella handle cautiously.
“Hey Mycroft can I see your umbrella for a moment?” You asked innocently.
“No” Mycroft replied.
“Why?” You whined.
“Because you broke my last one” Mycroft said moving his umbrella to the opposite side of him further out of your reach. You cursed and made it your mission to get his umbrella. The next time you tried Mycroft was asleep so you decided to sneak out of the bed.
“You won’t find it” Mycroft muttered tiredly.
“Damit” You groaned lying back down on the bed. The next time you tried was a week later.
“Mycroft!” You said running into his study with a bag.
“What?” Mycroft sighed.
You were walking home one evening when you noticed something in the alley. Getting closer you saw it was a body which had been stabbed. You gasped and called your boyfriend DI Lestrade to inform him.
“Hello?” Lestrade purred into the phone.
“Greg it’s (Y/n) listen I just found a body in an alley!” You replied quickly.
“I’M ON MY WAY!” Lestrade shrieked before stumbling out of the bar he was in. After half an hour you still saw no sign of Lestrade so you called him again.
“Hello?” Lestrade answered.
“Where are you?!” You demanded.
“In a pet shop” Lestrade replied picking up two bunnies.
“Why are you in a pet shop?!” You asked face-palming.
“I’m getting a bunny” Lestrade replied stepping out of the broken window in the pet shop.
“Greg all the shops are closed” You said.
“I walked through the window……I SHALL NAME THEM SARAH AND JOHN CONNOR!
Mans best friend? (SebastianXReader)
It was Saturday afternoon and you were sitting in your boyfriends flat with your legs draped over his watching TV. Just as the next episode of Doctor Who started there was a knock at the door. Sebastian glanced at the door and stood up before grabbing his gun. He went to the door and put the gun behind his back as he opened the door. The last thing he expected was a Labrador to bound into the flat happily.
“What the hell?” Sebastian said aloud before he saw his neighbour on the other side.
“Sorry about this Moran but I need someone to watch him till Tuesday” His neighbour said hurriedly. Sebastian was about to tell her know when he saw you petting the dog grinning.
“Fine I’ll watch it” Sebastian sighed.
“Great here’s his food and lead he’ll sleep anywhere thanks Moran!” His neighbour said before hurrying off. Sebastian bought the stuff in before he closed the door.
“Aww he’s so cute!” You awed patting t
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