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Completely and totally belligerent!
Doesn't one have the most tiny amount of common sense?
Even I know that one couldn't act like that, and I'm not the smartest person.
Flipping out now, he's definitely flipping out about the reaction he's getting.
Gone from normal sanity.
I think so.
Killing, threats- that's joking to you?
Losing it, you're losing it too, you must be.
Moreover, someone like that wouldn't joke.
No lies from a guy like him.
Of course that doesn't mean I trust him, not when he's like this.
Pissed maybe, drunk, rather than high.
Quickly, move, we ought to clear out of here lest he turns his attention our way.
Right out this door.
So stupid when he's like this.
Throws my mood when he gets like this.
Usually he's not like this, and I'm so proud to know him, then he drinks too much, just too much.
Very, very stupid, I tell you.
When he's like this, he won't listen, but he never listens to me anyway.
X'ed out to him; I don't even seem to exis
An Odd Device-Sneaky's MachineA Very Odd Device: Sneaky's Cleaning Machine
"Do you want to check? 'Cause I don't."
"Hmm? Uh..." Across the room, Kathode, a young man with a thin frame peered over his book at his friend across the room, but quickly averted his brown eyes. He adjusted his glasses and moved his long, dark brown hair out of his sight before talking into the book.
"No, no... I really don't."
In the other room, an explosion that sounded like an engine backfiring rattled the house and knocked a book off a shelf. The book bounced off Kathode's armchair, making him jump in small surprise, and then the book fell onto an open soda bottle, knocking its lime-green contents across the end table and subsequently, the floor. Kathode sighed and placed the book open, pages down on the armchair to save his place before running off to the kitchen, presumably in search of paper towels. Buckdida, an odd anthropomorphic animal who seemed to be a mix between a wolf a
Reading With the Setting SunReading again
Sitting with the setting sun.
Not, games, friends,
Nor the void
But reading with a world to toy
A different world
Perhaps I still do hope to be
The sun goes down, and its warmth
Do I flick a switch to fight the blight
Or take to flight, and wait for light?
I decide, best is both, could be right
And read on, unsure, into the night.
SilencedI sit here, tongue bound...
Decency notes my thoughts not allowed...
Center the rage;
Don't let it shout.
At least, until a trusted friend is about-
For a simple fear
That someone will hear
Even if I want them to hear it.
Buck and Katter: SSBB MovelistPretend Super Smash Bros. Brawl Movelist for Buck and Katter
Inspired to work on by Medli's FTWF project
Kathode and Buckdida
-These characters fight as a pair, and switch out with their recovery special/Attack jump (Up+B). Only one of the characters is fighting at a time.
-The character that starts in play when the match begins can be changed on the character select screen by clicking on the character in the "background" of the player's character panel.
Intro: The both teleport in with a blue flash, salute each other, then the out of play character teleports out.
Idle Animation: A relaxed composure, but alert and in a fighting stance meant to maintain balance. He's constantly surveying his surroundings, looking around every now and again. Buck and Katter share this animation. Buck will also flick his ears on occasion.
Walk Animation: They walk forward, with a simple and normal gait. What else do you expect from a normal human and someone influenced by a human?
Nothing From SomethingI drummed my feet around the area under my desk, playing around, doing nothing in particular at my computer. Not homework, of course, even though that's what I SHOULD have been doing, but I was probably talking with some person that I have never actually met on the internet. I can only remember what my feet were doing, when I heard something like a *fphhloomph* noise from bellow my desk, out of my sight. I knew my feet were playing with a flip-flop, or a thong as some people call it; I'd imagine that most call them beach shoes. Or pool shoes. Either way, I looked down to find the source of the noise.
"Damn. Nooooooooooooooooooo!" I exclaimed to myself, semi-dramatically, joking around. Not that I said it loud enough for anyone else to hear to get in on the joke, or to get attention from others. I still chuckled at myself though. See, the flop had made that noise before. The little strappy thing, the center part, that kept your feet on the sole of the flop, was, well, very cheaply made.
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