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If Uther Had a Journal.......Morgana, light of my life, suggested I take the afternoon to relax while she and Arthur take care of my duties this afternoon. Such a sweet and loyal disposition my Morgana has. Surely none other is so beautiful or kind as her. Arthur has grown into a fine young man. He will be an excellent king. He has proven himself over and over again in battle and with the law.
My only true concern is that he seems to be too much attached to his servant. Such a dull-witted boy I have never known; but Arthur goes to great lengths to save him or protect him. I am at a loss to explain this loyalty to a servant. The servant does have the same intense loyalty to Arthur and that is something.
My war wound is aching more than usual today. I should ask Gaius to make me a stronger potion. Now he is a loyal servant worthy of attention. A true friend and ally helping fight against magic.
If Gaius Had a Journal.......Lord Lichtenstien requests a remedy for a tightness of his chest. (It would be best if he did not each so much fine food and find some looser pants). Insists that I have a potion for him.
Lady Bronte and Constable Lewis requests sleeping potions.
Remids me when I would make Lady Morgana's nightly sleeping draught. It pains me to see the road she has decided upon. I cannot help but remember her as a bright child and kind spirit. To see such a drastic change is most unsettling.
Madame Austin requested something for headaches. I have suggested that she stay out of the afternoon sun and put a mixture of herbs in her tea once a day. Merlin will fetch it for her on the morrow.
Sir Alcorn's wound must be seen to this afternoon. He had a very bad scrape with Arthur during practice yesterday. Of course if Merlin had been paying attention to where he was stepping it would have never happened.
If Gwen Had a Journal.......It was washing day today. It needs to be done but I cannot say that it is my favorite day of the week. Some of the Lady Morgana's dresses are particularly difficult to wash. All of the silk and fine cloth catches the dust and everything else; which reminds me my own home needs to be cleaned of the dust and grime. I have been working more at the castle than usual, except for today. Morgana gave me the evening off.
I am afraid I can no longer trust my Lady Morgana. I fear she means great evil to us all and yet who could I possibly tell? Breathing a word of my fears to the king would result in my head rolling on the ground. I can tell no one but Gaius and Merlin, who have confirmed my fears. I am terrified, and yet I can only think about the kindness she used to bestow upon me and Merlin. She helped save his village and stood up for my father when he was accused of being a sorcere
If Arthur Had a Journal......Hmmmmmm What should I make Merlin do today? I think I had him clean my armor yesterday but it wouldn't hurt to make him clean it again. I should also make him hold my targets for knife throwing today as punishment for messing up my dinner last night. Faeries stealing my foodhow stupid does he think I am? Never mind that. There are times when I truly believe that only half of his brain exists in that thick head of his.
Then he has these moments when he acts so wise; like he knows things that I don't know which is of course ridiculous. I do have to admit, where no one else can read this, every so often he shows true insight into matters of all kinds. Perhaps Merlin plays a fool sometimes to make me think he isn't all that smart.
Not possible. No one is that stupid to try that.
Except for Gwen perhaps, but she doesn't need to stop to such low methods. One look at
If Merlin Had a Journal......I swear. There are days when I truly believe that there must be another Prince Arthur that I'm supposed to protect and who will be this amazing king because it's not this one.
I don't know how his other servants put up with him! Throwing things (dull and sharp) at my head, insulting me constantly (at least I insult him back), and all of the work he gives me! Between him and Gaius I sometimes think they want me to drop dead. Not like Arthur would care.
That's not quite true. He has helped out a few times. Like when I drank that poison and he went to get the only flower that would cure me. Or when my village was in trouble he fought for them. Can't forget when I was supposed to have been thrown in jail. I think I just disproved my own theories. He's still an arrogant pratt of a clotpole. Every so often he does something that makes me think that the Great Dra
I'm constantly surrounded.
Not that I'm complainin'
Considerin' the two that sleep in my bed.
My life-long dream!
A passion realized!
Not to mention a
Very cute girl besides.
Adventures every day
With interestin' people to meet.
Everything was practically perfect
Well. Except for last wek.
I feel so lost without him
Cutter I meana man who'd never bend.
He was so much more than my professor;
So much more than my friend.
But we have to go on
Because we have no choice.
Anomolies still appear
And the media can't have a voice.
We'll make it through;
Not only for the world's sake
But for us and Cutter too.
It'll be a large slice of cake.
Spirited Away: Epilogue
Chihiro looked around at her new school. She was starting in the middle of a fall semester and she was all alone. Her parents had dropped her off at the front entrance for her first day of school. "I miss Haku, and Lin, and Kamajii," Chihiro sighed. "I think I would even be glad to see Yubaba." It had been a week since she had left everyone behind and Chihiro was feeling a little homesick for everyone. She knew that it would be dangerous to go back but that didn't stop her wishing that she could go back. Chihiro took a deep breath and began to walk up the steps into the school. It was a madhouse inside with children shouting and screaming.
"Excuse me?" Chihiro said to a woman who looked like she was a teacher.
"Walk! Don't run!" the lady yelled to two boys who were having a race down the hallway.
"Excuse me!" Chihiro said a little louder. When the woman finally looked at her Ch
I'm sorryI'm sorry.
What more can I say?
I was BORN this way.
I am naturally loud;
I am naturally happy;
My brain sometimes turns off
And I blast other people.
I mess up.
I am human.
It takes me so many tries
And yet I feel as though I am
SUPPOSED to be perfect
ALL OF THE TIME.
It takes me a while to get it right.
I shouldn't always feel as though I,
Am in the wrong.
I can't stay and I can't go.
What more can I say?
I was BORN this way.
I am naturally loud;
I am naturally happy.
I am sorry that I was born this way
And that I take so long to change my evil ways.
He Loves MeHe loves me,
It is true!
He loves me.
I know it, I truly do.
He said so to me
(To sometimes invisible me)
Tonight in the garden
As he hugged me, you see.
It was spoken out of friendship,
I also know this is true,
But the words still warm my heart
Like nothing else can do.
I now know that he does care
And this is all have every really wanted.
I cannot stop smiling
By those words I'll be forever happily haunted.
He loves me.
It is true!
He said it to me
And I believe him; that I do.
Ground zeroGround zero
By The Shadow Demon
Request by Lasserine
(People into various)
“There’s no way I’m going to loose!” Megan said with a smirk as she looks in her mirror unable not to smile as she was a shoe in to win. Living in a small town of Pumpkinstine or known as ‘the capital of Halloween’ respectfully given for the towns love for Halloween and for most town or cities they would just celebrate Halloween for the day or the week but not Pumpkinstine. For the entirety of October they celebrate it with the day itself beginning a huge costume fiesta. Giving a spin, giving the mirror a great three-sixty look of her and the costume she was wearing. The eighteen year old wore a beautiful sparkling purple with pink decoration patterns mermaid tail with a matching top showing off her mid drift and some of her cleavage, her wavy shoulder length brown hair hidden under a long violet wig. Megan just smiles unable to hide her excitement, hearing her phone ringing,
Backblast part 2In a secluded area of Stranger Industries where they wouldn’t be monitored or interrupted, the owner of the company was meeting with Warbuster’s pilot. “So what have you found out?” the masked man asked his employee.
“Well, I poked around the records and found several discrepancies in the inventory going back nearly a year and ending soon after Backblast appeared. So whoever he is, he probably works here since he knows how to manipulate our system, or at least has someone here doing it for him.”
“Hrmm,” the Stranger murmured unhappily. “At least Long-Reich had the decency to become a supervillain on his own time with his own money. Anyways, anyone know what you were looking for?”
“Nope, I kept the reason why I was doing it to myself. No one suspects anything.” Warbuster’s pilot paused before adding. “Well, I think Poly might. She actually found a couple of the discrepancies while looking for parts and p
The Girl Who Chases The Wind TGThe Girl Who Chases The Wind
I received an article offer from one of my regular patrons between tea and staring an old-time blinking cursor on a screen.
The offer came attached with a brief message detailing the potential for compensation and what would be expected of me. If it was a generation ago, I’d imagine a big, fluorescent-toned office with thin walls and glass rooms. A bearded editor strides in and pitches me the story he wants me to write for the newspaper.
Of course, even then, such situations never happened except in movies rooted a further generation in the past. My editor, who I could only imagine was some baby-face ten years my junior who could multitask data at a level I couldn’t even manage on the king of all caffeine rushes, spewed out words like a live dump from his active memory.
“2K w least. Martlemay Project invest into Qs of brains/humanity/corruption. Current rumor Dr Jacob Feldon pet project is fetish feed. Old men to hot girls. Backgrou
Fox Shadow Chapter 15Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect. This belongs to Bioware. Please enjoy.
Chapter 15: First Steps.
The events of a few hours ago still had not settled with Vixen. Her life as a Spectre was now in the public view, she knew the Alliance would now try and use her to their own advantage. Everything was falling into the place where she didn't want them to fall, but she knew that now she had no power to stop anything. As she stood looking out across the skyline of the Citadel, Vixen thought of what might now happen. If the Alliance were nice they might give her supplies to help with the mission given to her but it was more likely they'd give her a pat on the back and tell her 'good luck'. Either way, she was alone.
Huffing, she turned away from her window and walked over to her suitcase that she gave up on trying to pack after she found out the limit of shotguns she could carry was only two.
“I suppose I could buy more and have them shipped to me while I'm...away” Vixen spoke
Trust Machines - Venn-ything Goes #02Venn-ything Goes #02
Trust Machines story
The youtube video started rolling with the view of a nondescript plastic crate.
"Hey, folks!" a cheerful voice said from the off. "Here's Steve again and it has been nearly eight hours since Amanda and Johnny have turned into earthworms. They've spent most of the time boring through the earth in this crate where I stored them, just like normal earthworms do, and I have barely seen them. Well, that is until an hour ago when they suddenly showed unexpected 'activity'."
Steve snickered and grabbed the crate's lid. "So let's take a look what Johnny and Amanda are up to!" With verve, he removed it and exposed the two earthworms Johnny and Amanda had been transformed into. But instead of digging themselves through the wet soil, both their wriggling shapes were at the
Nuclear Acceleration"Goodbye, darling." Carrie says to her husband sweetly and gives him a goodbye kiss. Then Carrie leaves for her work in a nuclear plant. She fondles her lower abdomen on the way and keeps remembering how wonderful her last night was with her husband. "If only I can be pregnant," thinks Carrie.
Carrie is 25 years old and married with her husband 3 years ago. Since then, they wanna have a baby but they just don't have one. Therefore they make love more and more frequently and hope a baby will finally come. Carrie has always kept imagining what "pregnant Carrie" looks like since she got married.
Carrie reached the nuclear plant. She is an operator of the machines in the plant and needs to turn on or off some equipment at regular time interval. The job is very important as radiation may leak out accidentally upon an operator's mistake. Although Carrie does not this dangerous job very much, she agrees to work in the plant just for her incredibly high salary.
"Eh. What a dull job. I will nev
.:: To Breathe In The Unknown ::.What a more fragile yet so incredibly strong when enchanted with hope and desire than the creatures that call themselves humans. I will not deny that when I saw their faces, I saw me. I saw my people. Yet, when I glimpsed at their plain and hackneyed body structure, I was consumed with disappointment. Humans are such ordinary beings. I am impressed, however, of their survival skills. They are not ignorant children, running and jumping around with glee, nor do they have a good anatomy to within stand their surroundings. No, they are needy creatures. Shelter, fire, more water, more food, need more sleep, they all cry and shout. The lion can last a few days without a meal. An ant is perfectly fine in its pile of dirt crowded and shoved against its brothers and sisters. The horse can run miles upon miles without complaining. Such selfish, vermin creatures humans were. Then again I would be a liar if I said I had little interest in them. It was how alluring and charming they were. They obse
Alex CraytonDo you know what it's like to be faced with the fact everyone is dead and you're the last one alive? No?
Well let me tell you something...it's like nothing I can describe. Think about the most hopeless feeling you've ever gotten, then see the woman or man you love getting gunned down right in front of you.
That's where my story starts.
I pumped the last shot of morphine I had into her, but it was too late. She was fading fast and we both knew it, so I did the only thing I thought of. I knelt down beside her, holding her head up a bit "Hey bud, your gonna keep holding on right?"
She looked at me, a faint smile breaking her face "I'm dying, any idiot can see that. Just promise me something."
I grabbed her hand and looked her in the eyes. "What? I'll do anything you want." She moved my hand over her heart, feeling the warmth of the blood and the coldness of her body.
"Alex, I want you to kill the men who did this to me and I want you to give me a funeral that
If Morgana Had a Journal......I cannot stand to be much longer in the company of fools and hypocrites. To think I once cared for them. Why didn't I kill Uther when I had the chance! The hypocritethe man who is my father and yet refuses to acknowledge the blood tie between us. Arthur is as ignorant as ever. He continues to dote on me as if I were his sister; which I am but he has no knowledge of that of course. Any love I once had for him died when I realized that he would follow Uther blindly in whatever he set forth.
Gwen has become a means to an end. She loves Arthur, and he her, and that relationship is of use to Morgouse and I. I must be more careful with how I treat her or she may begin to suspect me. While she would never be able to convince Arthur or Uther otherwise of my pure intentions it would make the illusion easier to maintain. She is the only possible regret in this master plan of my sis
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