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OC bio: EsperanzaName: Esperanza (Esme for short)
Looks: very curly and dark red hair, with mossy green eyes. Petite body shape, somewhat strong Spanish accent, dark grey-almost black-fur.
Personality: She has the personality of a typical preschooler, only a little more patient. She enjoys playing, watching the clouds, and being with her Aunt, Daybreak, and her father, Asphodel. Her mother died when Esme was younger. She likes to learn new things, and while she doesn't have the most active thinking mind, she is very imaginative. She dislikes complaining, arguing, and rain.
Bio: Esme was born in the winter months, but there is never any snow in the jungle. She spends most of her time with her Dad, and somewhat with her Aunt and cousins. She hasn't done much in her life, yet, but she will.
Dune-Silverwing OCName: Dune
Species: Vampyrum/greywing Halfbreed
Age: 1 year, 3 minutes
-Cynder (Unborn sister)
Dune has greyish-dark brown fur, a mixture of both his mothers dark copper fur, and his fathers dark grey fur. He also inherited his fathers eyes, which his younger sister did as well. What he did not inherit was his mothers size, rendering him the size of a normal northern bat. He is Average in stature and build, but he has a bit of muscle on his arms.
While he is sly and cunning, he also has a sence of goodness and doesn't want to become a nuisance. He often times notaces small things that others wouldn't. He is daring, has a nack for getting in trouble, and he is somewhat sociable. He tends to talk little, but enjoys a good conversasion when he can find one. His Diet consists of mostly bugs, sometimes meat.
Dune was born all but three minutes a
Wolfsbane-Silverwing OCName: Wolfsbane.
Age: 2 and a half years.
-Willow (mother, Passed away)
-Monsoon (Father, passed away)
-Cynder (unborn daughter)
Wolfsbane has dark grey fur, somewhat black, which his daughter (Ember) inherited from him. He Has dark blue eyes with small specks of green, which again, both his eldest son (Dune) and his youngest daughter (Ember) have both inherrited from him. He has a black crest atop his head, which is spiked and messy.
Alot like his mate, Wolfsbane is a daredevil and likes to get in trouble. its almost like a second nature to him. At times, he will hold back when he knows its good for him. He is, as well, stubborn. But he has a good heart, and will do whats right, even if he isn't sure what will happen. He is all around a family man, and has a bit of a dark side he keeps to himself. he would never harm what means everything to him, and would
Rhiannon-Silverwing OCName: Rhiannon
Age: 2 years, 5 months.
-Cynder (unborn Daughter)
Rhiannon is what you would call a "normal looking vampyrum", Save for her dark copper fur that clashes with her bright green eyes. She is a fair size, allthough a bit frail. She can hold her own, mind you. Like her daughter (Ember), She has a small tuft of brown fur ontop of her head, but not as long or curled.
Rhiannon is both nurturing, caring, and gentle, a perfect mother figure. She does have her adventurous side, allthough. She is very shy at first, and tends to stick to the shadows. When you get to know her, you will find that she can be somewhat impulsive, and tends to blurt out what she thinks. She can be somewhat posessive, very resourceful, and a bit of a daredevil. Her diet consists of meat.
Rhiannon left her jungle home at a you
Ember-Silverwing OCName: Ємвɛя
Species: Vampyrum/graywing hybrid
Age: Yearling. (1 year)
-Cynder (Unborn sister)
Ember has dark Grey fur. It is usualy seen either messy and spiky, or smoothed down and curly. She has Dark blue eyes with small specks of green in them. She has a frilled Brown-black tuft of fur atop her head, but it isn't very long. She is dainty, and feminine, but not frail.
Ember is a bit of a jack of all trades. While she is caring and protective, she is stubborn and curious at the same time. She has a nack for being loud or wanting to be herd, and sometimes causes problems by speaking her mind. She can also be very moody.She can also be sometimes solitary and easily anoyed, and prefers her time alone when she needs a break. Bust most of the time, she is very sociable and friendly. Her diet consists of mostly meat, and occasio
the hours of standing byDo not cry for me,
for when we cry
we are as wolves,
howling in the wind.
Their cries disolve
as water does in air,
as it turns to steam
then nothing at all.
when i say i'm so tired
it means i'm tired of everything.
tired of all the silence,
tired of all the hours.
the hours of waiting
for someone to talk to.
of standing by.
Maybe i'm not from here.Its raning,
pitter patter on my window pain.
mummy says i can't go out,
mummy says i won't like rain.
but i want to go out
because i do like rain
it reminds me of things
that i've red in my books.
daddy says thats silly, though.
Daddy says i should be realistic.
i dont think i would want to do that,
all the grownups look so sad.
so yes, when i speak
i do use big words.
but only because i can
because of yes, my books.
and the kids all look at me
like i'm something totaly different
Maybe i am
maybe i'm not from here.
ZombieI can't remember
the last time you called me
maybe it was a month ago
or maybe it was a year
we used to talk all day
sometimes even all night
but you've gone away somewhere
but you never told me where.
I can wait, i promise you
but i cant hold on forever
if you dont come back soon my dear
i fear i may be a zombie.
Underland lobby chapter fourthe underland lobby: Squishy fishy cooking..
Ares: uuh.. word game.
Ares: sylables. *Rocking back and forth while sitting down*
Gregor: GRAMMAR NAZI
Gregor: not cool dude. not cool.
Aurora: *walks in the room* racist biatches.
Ares: *blank face*
-Explosion comes from the kitchen-
Ares: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY what was that!?
Gregor: *Spitting out burnt, like, really burnt, noodles*
Aurora: just luxa's cooking. *walks off to who knows where*
Ares: ....can you even burn noodles??
Gregor: noo clue...
-Another explosion, followed by a string of rather creative curses-
Luxa: SON of a half timer SQUISHY FISHY FISHY!
Ares: uhm.. Word game.
Ares: SQUISHY FISHY FISHY.
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
1:33 amto the angry young
hungry ocean eyes:
i do not wish to know
what crawled inside
your ribs to
i just wish you would
let it leave.
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
All over my tableever wonder what was on the moon?
like the little aliens
that lived in the shoe?
what kind of things
lie in those gray patches,
what kind of monsters
leer in the dark.
my fingers always want me to rhyme.
whenever i try to write like this
When i pet my cats, they always hiss.
hey, look at that.
I've never been good at letting go
never been good at letting thoughts fly
i guess my brain is just wired like a bike
it needs to be peddled to get anywhere.
but you know, maybe its like a motorcycle,
because sometimes my brain shortcircuts to.
No, i dont sit there drooling
i just sit there, zoning out.
oh, wow. i'm thinking freely now.
letting my twitchy hands twitch all the want
when i look back and read some of this,
i kinda wanna slap myself, because it sounds so sloppy.
sloppy somewhat rhymes with poppy.
And soon comes the day where we all wear red
and yes, the poppy counts as red.
roses are red, violets are blue,
sometimes soldiers have feelings too.
i think my thoughts are like
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