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The "Perfect" Husband1. Have a job: Be the provider, nature demands it.
2. 9-5: Work a full day and make sure to come home from work for dinner.
3. Communication: feel free to "talk" (complain) to wife. It is, what they're supposed to do, listen and not speak.
4. Make yourself comfortable: Your wife went to all the trouble of fixing up the home, make sure she has a busy day tomorrow by kicking your feet up and relaxing all day/night long!
5. Don't get up: Your wife Lives to serve you! If you get up to get a snack, she isn't doing her job! You shouldn't let this happen!!
6. Rule of the remote: You bring home the bacon, therefore its your remote. Changing the channel to what you wish to watch is fun for the whole family!
7. Be a man: You must be swift as a coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!!
8. Make suggestions, to improve household life: Is your dinner a bit cold? The sandwich not to your l
3 and 4 gossip on omegleYou'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: hey ;3
Stranger: hey 4
You: have u seen 9?
Stranger: I think he is next to 8
You: D: u sure
You: i herd rumor about 789
Stranger: well he could have left with 6
You: hmm true..
You: i herd 1 and 2 are still at it :<
You: well and 6 is for 9
Stranger: possible those low numbers just dont know when to stop
You: u got that right
You: and 5 that little hoar
Stranger: well i couldnot say
Stranger: well i dont know 5 well enough
You: :< aw
You: but yeah..
You: poor 6,
You: 7 have eye on 9 now..
Stranger: yes 9 isnt interested?
You: ugh ikr
You: i think he still wanna be on the whole 69 thing
You: but wut about 0
You: 0 all alone D
Stranger: well hes nothing
You: O: no way.
You: i herd that 10 is 0 and 1's kid
You: i tihnk 6
kiii...Arguing, arguing, arguing, why are they yelling? They keep yelling, Rip did us no harm, she helped us. Arguing, Arguing, they keep yelling. Not they, no, not them, Claude he's yelling. Rip doesn't like him yelling, arguing arguing.
Why can't we be a normal family?
why can't we be normal?
why can't we be
we're not normal, we're not anything. We're not supposed to exist
Why do we then?
Not all of us are made from the same thing, and not all of us were made. Claude he's more than a bunch of stitches, he's more than what he is he's a fighting machine Miss Emm is mostly gears Rip is apparently human and Spike a robot
" I Wonder What It Would Be To Destroy Them "
"We don't destroy family "
"Get It Through Your Head Boy, You Have No Family, You Are Nothing, You Are Simply Here To Do As I Say "
"I must have a purpose that is why I was made like the rest of them I MUST have a pu
Day 5: letter to a strangerDear stranger at the restaurant,
I'd be glad to listen to your story. Sir you are a gifted story teller, I feel as if I'm right there.
That was a very interesting story, thank you for telling me. No actually, we don't live in this city, we're here upon recommendation of my Aunt.
This food IS pretty good! thank you for recommending it mister!
Well sir, it seems you have to go, it was a pleasure talking to you.
I hope you do meet up with the people your looking for.
I hope you do make it to that party.
Mostly, I hope you get cured of your sickness, the world needs more story tellers like you sir, it's a shame that your voice is gone...
The Mexican girl on the opposite booth.
Day 4: letter to my dreamsDear subconscious me,
You have given me many ideas, some good, and some bad. Out of anybody or anything you've been around the longest, and gone the longest just the same. Each one of the dreams has been unique, each one worth a mention to other people, just please let me remember you.
I miss you when your gone
See ya tonight~
Day 3: the SiblingDear Jr,
Please do your big sister a favor and don't grow up being a spoiled poser brat.
I yell, I ground you, and I act like more of a parent than of our parents do most of the time. However, that't because I don't want you to end up like one of those bullshit rappers who make it big once, then become the whores of the musical world. Or, working as some underpaid tard at some restaurant that is slowly killing the population...or something...I know that sounds mean and highly unlikely (that means it might not happen) but seriously, pay attention in school kid
And for the love of god STOP wearing those skinny jeans
And stay the heck out of my room or else I'll make Frieza take you away
and i'm serious about that
Day 2: The ParentsDear mom and dad,
You pester me, you judge everybody I meet by the first person you met, and made me go to a new place when I said I didn't want to. You made me stay when I didn't want to, and you made me go through a living hell when it wasn't necessary.
I would never have met the people I know, I would have never found this site, and I would never have found my calling.
It has taken me a while to catch on, and it might be too late (seeing as how we have not much time left in this specific house)...but I really do love it here.
Thank you for helping me, thank you for putting up with me, and thank you for dealing with everything as parents should.
I just wish it was easier to talk to you, and easier to ask of you.
From your one and only daughter,
Day 1: The Best FriendDear you,
You should know who you are, and if you don't then I have failed in my part of claiming that you are in fact my best friend. Trust me, I don't use the phrase so often, in fact when other people claim me as their best friend I get a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach and just smile. But I know, and I will always know that you are my best friend and that this has been some of the greatest years of my life on this crazy ride of meeting you. How I got so lucky as to being in the right place at the right time? Bah I'll never know, and hell I wont question it so long as I do know that we did get to meet each other and that's good enough for me.
Of course the friendship isn't perfect, but who the hell expects one to be?
The best part of it has to be that we never had any of those prissy bitchy fights that end most and any friendship like the other wannabes at the school. Hell the worst dispute that we have ever had, had to beeee .(either I'm being naive, or I'm hidi
Civlillian prolouge v-02Congratulations! Connor Caselman, you have been selected along with 20 other of your classmates to take part in a once, in a lifetime opportunity!
You are now enrolled in our 2nd Generation experiment, the "Yoruse" program. The task you will all be expected to complete, is to simply study abroad in the dimension of your choosing.
The Beginning of this process has already begun, not only are you already registered, but as you will have noticed by now, our 2A-X Units have already started to neatly pack most of your belongings into our ready-to-go-van. Your name has also been erased from the city and state records. Mind our units no attention though, as you probably have been able to tell, they do not respond to non-members of the C.I. act, such as your self. They were also set to not begin this process until you opened this letter. We hope you didn't keep them waiting too long.
That of course, was only Phase 1-1. Phase 1-2 will involve your quick transport to our base, where you shall r
"Mother, please don't make me go, I have nothing to wear and besides I'll be bored out of my skull," I said as I rummaged through my closet in a last ditch effort to try and find something ‘nice’, just in case she insisted that I go to this confounded party. It was just going to be adults, sitting around getting tipsy, and talking about nothing that interested me, sigh! I heard my mother's stern voice from a distance somewhere from within the house "Get ready and I don't want to hear another word about it!" she screamed back.
An hour later, we drove in silence to a friend of my mothers home, that she had known since childhood, who was giving a dinner party reunion at a rented hall down a long driveway and across the road from where she lived. We were greeted then lead into her formal sitting room, where the fireplace was lit and her old 'pug' dog was stretched out in a fitful sleep, snorting and writhing about, like it was chasing some feral cat.
charmcaster and the stonecharmcaster was looking for a way to get revenge on gwen she was searching mystical stone that is said to have magical propertys she found a stump surrounded by pine trees and one that stump was a stone that glowed purple "this must be it!" charmcaster said she picked it up and she fell right on her butt "why did I do that I felt like I forgot how to stand or something" she thought out loud she felt a soft tushy feeling between her legs and butt she looked down and she saw she was wearing a diaper "how did that get there I got to take this off!" charmcaster said she tried to stand up to take the diaper of but just lost balance and fell on her bottom again she had an almost irresistible urge to cry about it but she got over it "what the heck is happening to me!" charmcaster said the diaper was getting poofyer then *blart* "did I seriously just crap my pants?!?" charmcaster was becoming alarmed but slowly she was beginning to like the felt of the soft diaper around her butt it was
Nothing It all happened so fast. Like, a bullet that shot right through a heart.
I glared towards my aunt, clenching my teeth. Muttering, I spoke towards my father. "Can I cut that dog free?" "No. You'll get in trouble." "Me?! They stole a huntin' dog! From the streets!" I threw my arm to the side. Hanging around the county got my little accent going on. My dad hadn't said a word after that. He knew it was wrong. My aunt had stolen a dog with tags and collar. Dad was going on about wanting a picture of the poor thing before. ".. I'll take a picture of it. Gimme your phone." He had sighed then, and gave me the phone. Silent after that. Taking his phone in my hand, I turned towards my aunts van.
On my way, there stood my aunt yelling at my grandmas sister. "You mind your own business! I'm sick of everyone telling me what to do!" Glaring towards them, I tore my gaze as the sound faded. She needed to listen to us. Everyone, and yes I mean everyone , told her to let the dog
SUPER COLLAB BOOK THING! (Asking for participants)Fellow PMDU members, I have an idea. How about all of us work together, and create a story for our characters in PMDU to read and enjoy? A massive collaborative project with no limit to the imagination~
Details can be found behind this link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/15DtNWv7Gexh01fU7-XiU_TVxgTas8-r7AUxGZQvRGiI/edit?usp=sharing
The Thin Line of LifeThe Thin Line of Life
If one were to walk the thin line...
The thin line of life...
They would need to walk blind...
For fear would freeze them in place...
Fear to put a foot in the wrong space...
The spaces split between great peace or distress...
Some stop walking...
Some keep going...
Others wobble and fall...
No matter how long and far you walk, never stop.
The line never ends till one day you open your eyes and see...
That you see you didn't need to open them anyway.
Goodbye Long HairDear Long Hair,
What we had was great. But then things started to split and our relationship became a love hate one. Sometimes you'd cooperate and make me feel pretty good about myself. Other times you weren't there like I needed you…Sure you were there but it wasn't like the real you, the good you. Sometimes you just wouldn't decide what you wanted to do with yourself which was hard for me. And I'm sorry that I would pull at you and threaten you, I never wanted to hurt you. I admit, I should have taken better care of you. Life with you was so wishy-washy though and as much as I could love you (at times)it just became a hassle to deal with you. So I let you go, I cut you from my life as cute and wonderful as you may be I had to move on and find something new. I do miss you though especially when I look at old photos. I can get kinda jealous. But then I think "no, I can only see the good things in these photos... these pictures don't show the countless hours of effort I put in and
The Secret of the VampiresIt was since midnight, and I was all alone. I have a very struggling days of having rumination forever since 2010. While ago, my mother brings back home with a pizza. However, I was happy that I ate pizza and continue on my computer. But today, when I came across a sprite page where I was about get Double Dragon 5 sprites, some weird pain felt in my head and back. "That's odd... I know my head and back's hurting. I'm gonna get some pills...'" So I get off and asked my mother to bring me pain pills. When she says "yes", I got the pain pills and get back onto the computer.
When I took some pills and was about to get DDV sprites once more, my head and back hurts worse The pills shouldn't work, but a terrible pain aches all over my body, including my arms. It worsen more when it start sharpening my fingernails, which developed into solid, black claws. My back feels very painful when the appendages started sprouting from it. The append
To Protect YouChapter 1:
I woke up one minute before my alarm, as I always do, waiting patiently to go off and force me to wake up. It’s the first day of College today and it’s the beginning of my third session out of six. The alarm start beeping, I stand up and I walk to the other side of my room to turn it off. It’s a trick I discovered to force me to wake up: to put the alarm as far away as possible from my bed so I need to stand up. I take a pair of underwear and walk naked to the bathroom next door. I haven’t slept with any clothes on for years and I don’t intend to start now, the feeling of sleeping and having nothing to restrain your movements is just simply amazing. I enter the bathroom, turn on the light and the fan and force the sleeping cat out. There are two cats living with us. The first one is the one sleeping in the bathroom named Garfield, due to his ginger color. The other one is named Subway. My father’s coworker found him in the subway tunnel wh
Hachi's Adventures -- Entry #1Today we went to the beach!
It was loud and noisy, but there were so many dogs!
And so much sand! And water!
I had no idea what to do.
I decided I'd go to the dogs first.
Man, they were all wet.
I hate getting wet.
Especially when the dogs decide to shake the water stuff all over the place.
I don't like that.
The water was scary though.
It kept on going baaack and foooorth and baaaack and foooorth.
It was really nasty tasting too, so I guess I'm not going to drink it.
I don't know why my humans even want me to go near it.
Just get me off this dang leash if you keep dragging me to that weird water!
Oh, yay! They let me off the leash!
Now off I gooooooo-- Ooh, a puppy.
Let's sniff it. Oops, I scared it. Why are they so scared of me?
I'm a big lovebug!
Okay, the Big Guy wants me to go back down.
I shouldn't be on top of a hill, apparently.
I'll just head back that way...
And now Big Guy and Big Sis are taking me in the other direction!
What's over ther-- RU
"A life changing event"As if the chilly morning wasnt enough to scare us, the sudden barks coming from the lonely outside emptiness sent even more shivers down the spine. It was the type of typical noise that the whole world was used to, and yet in this setting it was so unusual. Somebody had to go and investigate. One of the three brave souls had to go and take that first step into the cold anyways, so why not go out and investigate the noise while they were at it? Fear, thats what stopped the six year old child from doing his sisters request.
Hurry up! Well be late for school! she tried to encourage to him. With a sigh and an unbelievable amount courage he slowly began to open the door, the icy handle pierced his hand, his breath left him as soon as he heard the click noise of the door that indicated it was fully open. A few steps into the unknown and a few more moments later was when the cry was heard
Wow! Its a puppy! Those four wo
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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