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Sock Puppets-Soldier X ReaderSock Puppets
Soldier X Reader
I had disobeyed the captain again. He was angry with me, but not so much as when I nearly burned down the fort, which was a misfortune altogether. Though that did little to comfort me when he put me on laundry duty, the worst next to bathroom cleaning. It was boring, standing around and washing every article of clothing possible. And it wasn’t like the boxers or underwear bothered me.
It was the socks.
They were dingy, holey as can be, and they rank from all the running around. Ewwwww, just thinking about them made me sick, because they went through them so quickly in just a week. That’s why I had to perfume the room when I came down, cause you could smell it all just in the hallway.
“Gross.” I mumbled, throwing a load into one of the six washers we had, making sure to fit the right amount to get them cleaned as possible. “Men are so dirty, how can their clothing withstand it all? You would think it
Mint Bubbles-Scout X readerMint Bubbles
Scout X reader
I stumbled into the bathroom at around ten, washing my face and slipping into my pajamas. Thankfully I didn’t take long changing, because as I was brushing my teeth, Scout came barging in. Shirtless, and brandishing a toothbrush with a giant bottle of mouthwash, I was almost lost for words, throwing my dirty clothes aside.
“Um, pardon your intrusion?”
“Yeah, sorry doll. Sink’s broken in my room. I knew you wouldn’t mind me coming in here, I am your favorite after all.”
“Mmmmm-kay. I accept, but only if you remember to knock next time.”
I hopped to one side to make space, trying to stifle the oncoming yawns. It had been a busy week, fighting nonstop and in the rain at one point. I hated those the most, because my weapon would shock me if I was soaked. So I was getting ready to sleep in late and rise with the pace of a drugged snail.
Moving the soft bristles across my gums i
Party Rocking Ship- Dualscar X Troll!ReaderParty Rocking Ship
Orphaner Dualscar X Troll!Reader
The whole entire ship was rocking, and it wasn’t from the waves hitting the sides. It was from all the trolls dancing and hopping about, laughing, joking, drinking, and even smoking where ever they pleased. This kinda concerned me, but I looked aside, instead focusing on the bottle of Faygo in my hands and Gamzee wasted at my feet from over-indulgence in sopor pie.
“Whoa! _______, there are little Tavbro’s flying everywhere!!” He wiggled his arms as he flopped up and down on his back, a bit of drool sliding out of his mouth as he frantically looked up at the sails with awe. Shaking my head, I just dumped the rest of the soda on him.
“Gamzee Makara, Kurloz is going to kill me if finds out I let you get slammed yet again. So you better sober up from your intoxications and just chill the crap out.” I chided him, pulling him up and trying to get him back inside so he could at least rest it
I'll Be Here-Lusus!Reader and Grub!GamzeeI’ll Be Here
Lusus!Reader and Grub!Gamzee
“Damn the Grand Highblood and all who follow him.” I grumbled, shaking as more rain thundered down from the fern tops. Even though my fur was thick, the cold sea spray was chilling, soaking me from nose to tail.
Wiping away at the water trailing down my muzzle with a muddy paw, I tried seeing through the storm’s curtain, faded shadows looking over me in the night. Large sand dunes blocked most of what I could see, but of course, they would only lead to the water’s edge. Nothing really mattered nowadays, not one squat as I continued my unforgiving journey.
Life was practically meaningless without a grub to care for. We were built to protect and raise young trolls, because that’s all we’re really good for. Other then food sources… A life of solidarity was painful and dull, but that’s how it is when I screwed up and accidentally got my poor grub killed. It stings to think a
Dissolution -Older!Ben Drowned X ReaderDissolution
Older!Ben Drowned X Reader
Most people wouldn’t think Creepypastas had a life to live, since almost all of them are…..dead. That they would pertain themselves only to the underbelly of the world, hiding constantly in the shadows till a poor soul got too close. That they wouldn’t progress or partake in things that usually humans would. That they have no sense of humor. Those twits are way off.
“Who wants a Pepsi?!” I shouted, heaving the cooler out onto the patio, Brvr behind me with the stack of ordered pizza boxes. Instantly, we were swarmed by other pastas, elbows jabbing and laughing shouts exchanged. Thankfully my pikachu buddy was able to rescue me, getting us out of the hordes reaches before blood was spilt.
“Whew, thanks Brrr.” I rubbed my shoulder, which nearly got torn out of its socket. “They’re more dangerous to pizza then humans.”
“They can be. The trick is to be fast on your feet for
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