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I genuinely Fangirled :3
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By eighth period I was ready to cry. My stomach has been killing me all day, and I was really craving chicken and chocolate, but for lunch they gave us pizza! Pizza! Not that I'm complaining, but honestly they could have given us chicken instead.

I crack open my locker, on my way to French. When my textbook wouldn't come out, I yank it once more. Two more giant textbooks came out and smash onto my toes. My eyes widen and I stifle a cry with my voice cracking. A few kids passing by laughed. I guess it would've been funny to me, too, if I were them.

Then on the other hand, my entire left foot was throbbing and it hurt to walk. I limp my way to class, and the late bell rang.

Dammit!

I open the door and feel a dozen of pairs of eyes land on me.

"Miss ______, face de le classe!" (Did I do that right? Lol idk just learning French)

What?!

My eyes frantically search for Matt. I found him, chomping on gum. He blows a bubble. He nods his head and chin behind him, at the front of the class. I walk over there. The tallish teacher stands beside me, tapping his foot.

"Le figure <sp?>" he gestured to my face, "Its nervous." He finished in English. The class laughs. "Gym maybe?"

"Le stomach," he jabs at my stomach, "C'est," he shook his head. "It is not growling. You've already had lunch. Oui?" He leans against the board. The class giggled.

"Hm. Porquoi, Miss _______?"

"Huh?"

"Don't speak to me that way." He barks. I make my eyes as huge as I can. This always worked with Toni.

"Non, non, non, you're late. Why? Were you eating in the halls? Were you running? You do know that isn't allowed. "

"No, I just ate everything for lunch if you're asking about my stomach." The class laughed again. The teacher glares at me again, getting red in the face. "Je no se?" I ask him, grinning sheepishly.

"First warning. After two more, you get a detention. Oui?"

"Oui." I sigh, taking my seat.

•••

I make it to my locker, looking forward to going home and complaining to my mom so that she can pretend to listen. I'll just fake that I don't notice this time.

Wait...

"Doll!"

Ah, well. 19...37...

"Doll!"

The last number...what was it?

"______!"

"Yeah?" I turn around and it was Al. He was panting, and held up a paper bag grinning. "This...I stole from Lutz. Now, you need to deliver this to Oliver. It is very important, and he needs it."

"What is it?"

"I can't tell you. It's his secret ingredient."

"They why can't you give it to him?"

"Because I'm running from Lutz."

"Will you pay me?"

"Wha...no, I'm not gonna pay-"

"Then no. I won't."

"Fine! You can have thirty bucks and a lottery ticket. That's how important it is for you not to screw this up. And call my number if you can't find him. Alright?" He hands me a slip of paper and I pocketed it.

"What's Lutz doing with cupcake ingredients?"

"Just. Give. The bag. To Ollie. Capiche?" He says, sighing. I nod and take his money. He folds his hands together with relief and briefly bows. "Thank you." He spun on his heel and went away. A certain flash of blond caught my eye and I shove the bag up my shirt. Lutz grabbed my arm for the second time today.

"C'mon. I'm not in a good mood." He growls, dragging me out the school and to the bus stop. "I have...business...I need to attend to without going home." He nods; like I knew what was going on. I glance up at him and make a face, then he scowled. We stop walking. "You are coming with me."

"To-"

"-If you even think about running away, zhen I will shoot you." He growled, now gripping my arm. I nod, just about ready to cry, and he slightly lifts up his shirt. For a brief second, I thought he was going to do something extremely disgusting, but a flash of metal caught my eye.

A hand gun.

"I mean it." He grits his teeth. He trails his hand from my arm to my hand, and laced our fingers together. I lift a brow at him and he flushes red, the scar on his face sticking out more. We got walk onto the bus that arrived and an old lady stared at us. "Shut up. People were started to stare. I had to."

I can't blame to old lady. I mean, what's a giant brute like Lutz doing with a short, awkward not-even-in-the-teens-year-old child?

"And this is the solution?"

"Well...ja, jou are supposed to by my shwester so why not?" He looks away. I snigger and try to shake loose but he grabs me tighter. "Don't forget about my promise. Ok, frau?" He growls. I turn my head to roll my eyes and nod.

Wow. The second week of school and this happens? I'd rather be complaining about French to my sarcastic mother, please!

How did this happen? Oh right. I missed a stupid bus. That's what.

"Ve're here." He informs, dragging us out the bus and down a block. We approach a two-story house. It seemed nice: red bricks, two bushes outside with a sunflower patch beside each one. The windows were nice and clean, and not even the cement in front of the house was broken or dingy. The grass was very green.

Lutz pushed me behind him and rang the doorbell, glaring right into the peephole. The door pulled itself open and there stood

Oh my gosh, it was Vlad.

His angry ruby eyes trail over his shoulder, and he was so tall- bigger than Lutz- that I could see his face clearly. "Ah, dorogaya, are you here to see me?" He slurred out. His eyes seemed foggy. "Vhat is she here for?" He looked back up to Lutz. Lutz muttered something in Russian and Vlad nods back, stepping aside. "Please, come in."

What?!

"Ravis, come get me more vodka!" He calls, echoing throughout the house.

Ravis?! Is this how he knows Vlad?!

Ravis' voice could be heard. He turns a corner, meeting us where we stood. "You can't tell me to do sh..._______? What the hell are you..." He whispered. Then his eyes trailed back up to Lutz and Vlad, and he glared at them, and huffed. "Yes, sir." He dryly salutes, walking off somewhere.

"Jou finally got him to cooperate?"

"Ha! No, he's just acting good for his little girlfriend so that she doesn't see him get beat up. Isn't that right, dorogaya?" He rests a big meaty hand on top of my head and I flinch immediately feeling something jerk in my stomach. I stifle a groan, and my neck twitched.

"What was that?"

I can feel him pinch and twirl my curl around with two fingers, and I hated it. He started laughing when Ravis came into the room, and he let me go. My legs felt like jelly and I fell to the floor, shivering. "Please don't d-do that..." I smooth my hair down, standing up.  Ravis had a bruised cheekbone and a silver platter with a glass bottle and two glasses with a clear liquid in them on top.

"Ah, thank you." Vlad took a glass and chugs it in a second. "You two go...play, er, whatever. Leave us two alone. Da?"

Ravis sets the platter onto the floor, grabs my hand and pulled me up the stairs. We came to a room and he shut the door, locking it.

"What in hell are you doing here, slut?!" He barks with his breaking voice. I glare at him and fold me arms, staring at my feet. "Answer me! Please!" I fell him grip my shoulders.

"What's so important about this?"

"Because I need to know if Vlad's little "dorogaya" is because he's drunk, and not because of...other reasons."

"What other reason could there be?"

"Look," he sighed, "I don't want you getting hurt. Ok?"

"Fine."

"So why are you with Lutz?"

"Well, he's my brother." I lie.

"Please, ______. I've met your brother and he is way more fun than Lutz. Really: why?"

"He's my...foster brother, I guess."

"Your mom gave you away?" He asked with widened eyes. I shake my head and try laughing it off. He sighed again and unlocked the door. "Ah, well. Are you hungry?"

"No."

"Thirsty?"

"No. Since when were you so careful?"

"Since you walked into the door. Vlad is...different when we have company." He shifts his eyes down the stairwell.

•••

At about 7, we had eaten and Lutz said it was about time to go. Vlad got a little drunk and angry but I could care less. I have homework to do, anyways.

"Vell, now that everything is cleared up, I think it's time for my leave. Good night."

"Goodbye." Vlad said in the doorway. Ravis stood behind him, eyeing me sorrily. I stare back and he mouthed out something.

"Oh, wait. Have you remembered my package?" Vlad halts us. Germany nods and pulls his own backpack around his shoulder, looking through the first pouch. His eyes furrowed, "It...It is not here..."

My eyes widen. I forgot all about the bag up my shirt!

Ravis' eyes widen and rushed at Lutz, who was glaring at me. "Frau, what was that stupid American talking with you about?"

Damn.

"What American?"

SMACK!

I was on the hard concrete in a second; he hit me in the face again. He grabs me by the collar and wretched me upward, making the paper bag ruffle. His eyes widen even more and I heard Vlad's heavy footsteps near. He dryly laughs.

"Give it to me, stupid!" He bellows, punching me in the jaw.

'Get this to Ollie. It's his secret ingredient.'

I took Al's money so it's not like I have a choice...

"Run!" Ravis howls. I turn away but Vlad grabs a fistful of my hair and literally lifted me off the ground. I bit my lip and kick him, but that didn't do anything. He let go and for a second I had freedom, but I yelp when he wraps his fingers around my neck pulling me close.

He hummed, "So...you come into my house and steal from me? Hm, in my home, that sort of thing deserves punishment, da?" I began to choke and cough and smaller footsteps gallop their way over. Vlad suddenly fell to the ground, letting me go. Ravis stood behind him, fist clenched. Lutz turned and then collapsed, holding his crotch. Ravis kicked him.

"Sorry, I don't have my knife on me. Did I not say to run?" He grabs my wrist and pushed me away.

I nod and do so, trying to think. So, if Chance is two blocks away from here, then Oliver's house can't be more than a mile away.

Dammit, that's about an 8 minute run, or 10 minute jog! Lutz can catch up with me by then!

BANG!

"Shit!" A bullet grazes my curl, the breeze from the force slightly moving it. I pull my backpack over my shoulder and pull out my phone. My eyes strain to focus my sight on a moving target, but number by number I call Al. It rung and rung and Lutz shot more.

"What do you want?" It was Matt. Or Francois. I can't tell, they sound a like, to be honest.

"Help!" I pant into the phone, the gun's shout enough to give away it's presence.

"Where are you?"

"Uhm....about a block away from the bakery." I skid a corner. "Get back here!" Lutz screamed, very loudly. I can hear his heavy footsteps so I turn into an alley, hiding behind a trash can. Matt groans, "What have you done?"

"Just...tell Al that I still have the secret ingredient...and Lutz wants it..." I whisper, waiting for said German to rush past the alley. "...What? He got you involved?" I could hear Matt's voice raise.

"Matt, quiet down-"

He loudly swore in French and there was a lot of shuffling and crashing. "Oi, Yankee! _____'s in-" I hung up, because his voice plus my phone's cruddy speakers are loud enough to be heard clearly by anyone nearby, even when I have it up to my ear. Lutz can find me.

"Shieße!" I heard him swear, stoping in the alley. "Hm..." He pants, "I wonder where the fucking thief could be..." He spat, tired. He cocks his gun, and I shift, ready to kick, scream and run if I have to.

My phone rang.

BANG!

I ran past him bravely and continued my route. I answer the phone and this time it was Oliver.

"Oh my gosh, _______, are you alright?!" I asked frantically. Lutz shot again and Ollie made some feminine keening noise. "Francois, hurry up, he could have shot her that time!" I heard him order.

"Love, are you still there?!"

"Yeah," I pant.

"Ok, run to the bakery. Oh my gosh, Allen, why would you get a child involved with Vlad?! How did you even do it?!" He shrieks.

I could hear Al inaudibly shout something back, but then the toe of my shoe caught a crack in the sidewalk and I trip. My phone skidded off and Lutz shot at me more. I reach to grab it and ran off again, with him much closer.

"What was that?!" Ollie nervously asked.

"I fell, but,"

"Good god, get up, woman, that boy could grab you in an instant and you'd be gone from us for good and I wouldn't know what I'd do if-"

"Oliver. Shut. Up." Without a doubt that was Francois. "______, I heard where the gun is and I'm coming in that direction. Don't leave the street that you're on, ok? You will be fine." He calmly said, and the screeching of a car's tires could be heard.

A red Mustang without the headlights on clumsily skid the corner, and kept coming. The lights from inside of the car were on and I could see Francois focusing on driving. Oliver was in the passenger seat, gesturing me to come closer frantically. Matt was screaming at Francois and he screamed back, probably both in French. Al was picking at something in his lap, and then the back seat door that was facing me opened. The windows were rolled up, so to be honest, they all look hilarious. The car swerved inward, and Lutz's bullet hit my backpack strap, causing it to pop.

To run alongside of the car meant that I was running toward Lutz. That means we have to be fast. Very fast.

"Ok, throw in your bag!" Matt held out his hands, Francois looking between me and the street, and Ollie was making hand gestures at him, to go in or out more. I manage to keep up a sprint, and toss my bag at him. He catches it and puts it on the floor of the car. I ran in the streets, only yards from Lutz. He began to run at me and Al pops out from the car's roof.

"SUCK IT!" He screams, and shot at his feet. He swore and shot back, barely missing him. Matt held out for me his hand and hung to his seats head rest for security, "Jump!" He said. I grab his forearm and he yanks me in. Francois made and immediate U-turn and turns back around.

"You okay?" The Frenchman asked me. I was too tired to answer, and ended up letting out a drowsy mumble. He smiled at me through the rearview window, "Good to hear." I was panting, and put my phone into my pocket. It's front screen was cracked, like I cared at this point. I could feel myself shake.

Oliver cuts on the light and turned himself, glancing at me up and down with transparent blue eyes. "No injuries, thank god." He sighs, turning back around. He looks at the blindside mirror and smiled, "And I don't see any part of your scary friend, either, Alfie!"

"Shuddup!" Al screamed, legs dangling beside Matt.

"Scared?" Matt asked.

"Oh, yeah," I mutter, trying to calm down. I can still hear Lutz yelling, if not in the distance.

"Get back in here, boy!" Francois calls up to the American.

"What was that, Frenchie?!" He calls back, flailing his arms. Ollie rolls down his window. "He said-" Francois cuts him off.

"He knows what I said. Matt, _____, hold on for just a second..." He mutters, popping a cigarette in his mouth. He swerved again, this time Al face planted against the roof, making it dent in slightly. I snigger as he swore, and Matt laughed when he came back into the car with a busted lip.

"Ow!" He yelled at Francois. He just sang a French song in response, ignoring him. Finally we drove at normal pace, and luckily there aren't any other cars out to begin with. We parked in front of Ollie's house and we all get out in silence, not daring to say a word. Al unlocked the door and we drop everything in the kitchen, going straight to the dining room. To be honest all I did was follow Al around; what he did and where he went. He drops his gun, I drop my heavy bag and so does everybody else.

We all sat at the table awkwardly, and I just stare at my lap.

"Al, what in hell were you thinking?" Matt started a loud bombardment of questions.

"______ isn't even thirteen! She can go to Juve yet, that'd look horrid on her school records!"

"Do you have any idea how much gas we just wasted?!"

"Why would you even give the bottle to ______?! She had nothing to do with this!"

Then it went silent.

'Uhm...'

"I'm sorry...?" I squeak out. All unusual eye colors cast down to me, making me afraid.

"For what?" Everybody said. Damn. This family must have a lot of these kinds of conversations: a giant unruly jumbo of words then they become a fucking choir. Brilliant.

"Dude, you've got-"

"You-" started Oliver, pointing at Al, candy pink mixed with candy blue.

"C'est le-" Francois narrows his eyes at him. Oh god, not this again. I can't understand French!

"You little fag! You just had to-" Matt held his head in his hands.

"I'm sorry!" I say louder, feeling more guilty. Everyone stopped again, and Kumo came from upstairs, stretching out his long arms. He came and sat on my feet, probably wondering why everyone was just screaming.

Huh. He does looks more like a bear than he does a wolf.

"No, we're sorry...it was awful of us to be screaming like that with company...now all of you, ten dollars." He pulls his filled jar out of nowhere. I laugh at the antic and they all grumble and surrender money.

"A-and...not to be rude, but what am I involved in?"

"Oh...." Al, scratched behind his neck. Oliver stood up, grabs him by the ear, and pulled him off. Five audible smacks could me heard. They came back; and Al was limping. "You are not and will never will too big or old to get a bloody spanking. Neither of you! Understood?" Ollie crossed his arms. Matt and Al mumble in agreement. I laugh, and they turn back to me.

"So...you see, love...my secret ingredient...is indeed love, but in other case, I use...raw materials. Care to guess?"

"Oh, god..." Al muttered. Matt kicked him.

"Does it taste good?"

"No, not on it's own. Keep trying."

"Is it...on the periodic table?"

"Yes."

"Can it kill me?" I laugh. They all stare at me and I bit my lip. It was a joke. "What you had was a bottle of mercury...and Vlad wanted it to kill Al." Oliver explained.

"Why-"

"Look, doll, Vlad and I go way back. I'm sorry for coming to you for this, I had no idea this could even happen..."

"It's okay." I half smile. Francois frowned. "No it isn't. Because if the cops actually do find us this time, then we lose Matt and Al to some "bad parenting" services, and then we all go to jail." He breathed out, "I am truly sorry for all of this..."

"Wait...then you fed me mercury?"

"Oh, heavens no, I would never!"

"Then why do you need it?"

"For..."special" orders from assassins- very exciting. And also..." The pink came back to his eyes and he stared off.

"Just don't piss off Ollie." Al concludes. I laugh and Oliver held out his jar. I almost forgot!

I pull the paper bag out from under my shirt. It was warm from my heated body; I hope the bottle doesn't pop or anything. "Thank you, love!" Oliver took the bag and went into the kitchen. He came back and Francois folded his hands.

"So what about Maman? Is it okay that you stay here or does she want you home?" He joked arching a brow. My phone rang again and I picked it up.

"Frau! Vhat the hell is wrong with you?!" He bellowed. I excuse myself and went into the hallway.

"You shot at me!" I whisper quietly. I doubt they could hear me. "Yeah! You're out of your line and I promised that I would if you tried to run from me? Und guess what? You did! Ooh! I am so frustrated,"

There was a clash on the other line. Did he punch something?

"No vonder your mother couldn't stand you anymore. You little whore- you got in the car with that American and this brother! Didn't you? Hm. Sucking them off probably, you fucking-"

I hang up, fighting back a tear.

God, I hate Lutz.
Really??- 2p!FACE x Tween! Reader Ch. 8
Geez it was so long since my last update! Haha so sorry! Hope you like it!
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  • Mood: Obsessed
  • Listening to: Carmen- Stromae
  • Reading: Fahrenheit 451
  • Watching: my dog eating his pills...I need to go get him-.-
  • Eating: cheeses (HETALIA)
  • Drinking: Fresca
My fingers are sooooo soooorrrreeeee -.- Learning the viola is as hard as how much I ship Naruto with Sasuke. And that's really hard. Aaaand I just realized how much I missed the super hot IMEANTTOSAY cute foreign exchange students were...and they were French so I could not stop derping! And this one would not stop staring at me and he was really, really, really adorable *and the only one who was not watching porn with his friends when we all went on a bus* And he was really cute :3 <normal> Aaaand this year we may go to either Italy or France on some kind of trip, so hooray! but my mom probably won't pay for it so

BUT OHMIGOSH so my two friends and I have this obsession over this guy called Stromae (he's really famous, actually). And I learned the words to Tous les Meme; so if the students came this year, we would get on the school bus and blast it (somehow) and make them sing with us so we can randomly dance with them with a legit reason! Isn't that a good plan? 

Because I found out that that guy's name is Charles. And his friends kept pointing at me and smirking at him and I'm just sitting there like "Ohlalala, me gusta~" (because I don't know accurate French yet) ASADJFkfsLAFSDJKA:SKJ :3

And the funny part was when none of us could speak French, and we were talking too fast for them to...like...I dunno, lol, but we used Google Translate (not really caring about the grammar) XD And so this weird guy in my class (who I don't know) typed "She loves you" But... that was because I texted to the students "this boy next to me loves you all in the dirtiest way possible" and Charles' face was just ASDSKLAKDJJ:KSLDJ ERMIGOSH I CANNOT Cannot even plz  the one time of year I actually sqwee over something that did not happen in an anime is during the Foreign Exchange Program at my school XD

And the reason why I posted this is because I am listening to Stromae....and all of this just came to mind, and I had to say to someone at some point. You are that person :3 

derpderpderp don't even listen to me, I am nothing!!! XD And nobody's probably gonna read this so asdfkadflsajds XD 

YOLO :3


WAIT!!! OHMIGOSH I  JUST REALIZED... THIS YEAR I'M GRADUATING!!!! HOLY CRAP! Crap, that means that I can't get in trouble if I wanna march....Dang it, that means that I can't do my EOY prank on the ELA teacher! Shoot, that killed the mood Doge lol
  • Mood: Obsessed
  • Listening to: Carmen- Stromae
  • Reading: Fahrenheit 451
  • Watching: my dog eating his pills...I need to go get him-.-
  • Eating: cheeses (HETALIA)
  • Drinking: Fresca
My fingers are sooooo soooorrrreeeee -.- Learning the viola is as hard as how much I ship Naruto with Sasuke. And that's really hard. Aaaand I just realized how much I missed the super hot IMEANTTOSAY cute foreign exchange students were...and they were French so I could not stop derping! And this one would not stop staring at me and he was really, really, really adorable *and the only one who was not watching porn with his friends when we all went on a bus* And he was really cute :3 <normal> Aaaand this year we may go to either Italy or France on some kind of trip, so hooray! but my mom probably won't pay for it so

BUT OHMIGOSH so my two friends and I have this obsession over this guy called Stromae (he's really famous, actually). And I learned the words to Tous les Meme; so if the students came this year, we would get on the school bus and blast it (somehow) and make them sing with us so we can randomly dance with them with a legit reason! Isn't that a good plan? 

Because I found out that that guy's name is Charles. And his friends kept pointing at me and smirking at him and I'm just sitting there like "Ohlalala, me gusta~" (because I don't know accurate French yet) ASADJFkfsLAFSDJKA:SKJ :3

And the funny part was when none of us could speak French, and we were talking too fast for them to...like...I dunno, lol, but we used Google Translate (not really caring about the grammar) XD And so this weird guy in my class (who I don't know) typed "She loves you" But... that was because I texted to the students "this boy next to me loves you all in the dirtiest way possible" and Charles' face was just ASDSKLAKDJJ:KSLDJ ERMIGOSH I CANNOT Cannot even plz  the one time of year I actually sqwee over something that did not happen in an anime is during the Foreign Exchange Program at my school XD

And the reason why I posted this is because I am listening to Stromae....and all of this just came to mind, and I had to say to someone at some point. You are that person :3 

derpderpderp don't even listen to me, I am nothing!!! XD And nobody's probably gonna read this so asdfkadflsajds XD 

YOLO :3


WAIT!!! OHMIGOSH I  JUST REALIZED... THIS YEAR I'M GRADUATING!!!! HOLY CRAP! Crap, that means that I can't get in trouble if I wanna march....Dang it, that means that I can't do my EOY prank on the ELA teacher! Shoot, that killed the mood Doge lol

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Hey you.

Yeah you.

How you doiiin', gurl? Bruthuh from another muthuh? Sistah from another mistah?

Mozel tov. Hay. Congratulations for breathing today. That must take a lot with all the pollution, friend. As a random human being, I have no idea what I am doing here, I just got bored one day and made this account. Now that I'm stuck with it, I guess I have to write fan fictions and post all of my crappy little drawings...so get ready, internet, for something...weird. Apologize for my stupidity in advance -.-

Likes: not a lot of things: Classical music, anime, cartoons, video games, cosplay, internet, music, comics *cough cough* Brendon Urie, and cupcakes. And of course my friends, and my dog.

Dislikes: lazy teachers, chores, dog poo, rated Y-TV junk, darkness, asthma attacks, medicine, Digemon, Cubeman (not scary), raisins, racism, allergies, wussies, whiners (whee I'm hypocritical!), and of corse those dumb cell phones with eight keys and look like a candy bar. OH, and also, walking barefoot in hot sand

Other Candies:
- I have arachnephobia.
- I never have had dangos.
- I never solved a Rubix cube.
- Everyday I skim my page and change or add something.
- I cannot go on if something of mine is out of place.
- I play the piano .
- I would absolutely love to play in Robert Smith's hair. (I know he's getting older, but he wears it the same way :P)
- I only swear to either make a point or to tell a joke. (all the time)
- My dog gives me high fives, hugs, brofists, and he can prance around like a poodle.
- Clowns startle me.
- I secretly have no religion, and don't like being called anything (ex. Atheist, Agnostic)
- I dislike my birth name.
- I believe I can fly.
- I wish that I had a cup of chai tea right now...
- Hachacha!

My friends, knowing I don't like my birth name very much, also call me Pikachu, Mouth, and sometimes Bugsy.

Oh and just a warning... I talk a LOT if my speaking organ (heart) is provoked, so...be careful with the comments if you don't like American-leveled, talkative rants (trollop).

I remade a quotev account! (first being deleted LOL derp) www.quotev.com/bloo09
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THIS happened to me in Minecraft.
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MaybeCrazyGirl123 Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2014  Student General Artist
LOL oh god, that sounds hilarious! But also I a way painful...I mean, first you're chased by zombies, and it only makes sense to suffocate them. But I absolutely hate when you plan something, but have little to none of what you need to do it! Not fair! So you go get gravel and end of dying because some Creeper had something against you.

Maybe...it was....trying to tell you something? I mean it happened twice; all referring to air pockets. One thing could be is that the Creepers are jealous of you using gravel and they're all like "Nu! Sand is better than ju!" To the gravel (only because they are made out of gunpowder). And the thing is that they spawn near gravle, right when you're mining, just so that they have a reason to kill some gravel blocks :P *derp*

And then you find another air pocket underwater? Gosh, that happened to me the other day! But I did not stay inside of the water and fell straight to the bottom. (Losing half health. Then my dog chews my laptop charger so that I can't play Minecraft OR do homework until I get a new chord. :( but ANYWAYS) lol. That is really smart that you felt around and used the sound of the blocks to see what you were dealing with. But it appears that that one creeper respawned, and was not only Jelly of Gravel, but wanted to make the ultimate hole in your file where everything spawns! That's just awful! I wish that you can dye creepers, so when they respawn, you see the (color) creeper.

"Oh. So you're the one who kept blowing me up?" You're all awesome with a suit of daimond armor and weapons.

"NoooobecauseYOUSHALLFEELMYWRATH!" Ajshdbsia says the dyed creeper.

And it would be hilarious if it blew up, and still killed you XD but that is unlikely! LOL YES! Perfect campfire stories that you can tell a sheep while lighting a tree on fire! Lol!

OH MY GOD DID YOU KNOW MINECRAFT HAS AN UNOFFICIAL BOOK SERIES?! (It looked cruddy but for once I was interested in reading something besides fanfiction!- technically...that is fanfiction so never mind -.-)
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ToddNTheShiningSword Featured By Owner Edited Sep 24, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I almost wanna make a comic about those two situations. 
I mean, I was doing what you said, feeling with my bare hand for the type of blocks, and THE VERY FIRST THING I FELT was a Creeper!!! :sprint: Not a block. All the blocks Minecraft is made of that I could have punched in the dark and the thing I punched was a Creeper! :doh: :iconmccreeperplz::iconhomerdohplz:

Glad you enjoyed my misery. ;P I knew you would.

And you know, I just realized I have a ton of old, long messages- including one where I had almost finished the reply but saved it and I still have it- that I need to reply to!

LOL telling stories to the Sheep in the trees. :iconmcsheepplz:

lol fanfictions
I did not know Minecraft had a book series. I bet it was not made with a Book & Quill :XD:
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MaybeCrazyGirl123 Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2014  Student General Artist
Oh god, I imagine this as a comic and then for the feeling around part, you have a derpy face on, and all you hear is the Ssssssss and go "Is something peeing, or is that a snake?" and then you realize it's a creeper XD The one thing that you punched?! I am still laughing weeks later XD

Yes, I do enjoy lots of miseries as long as they're universally funny :3

And hey, twinsies! *Sorry we just had twin day at school so now I can't stop saying TWINSIES to everything LOL* I have a lot to reply to, too! Horray for typing!

YASSS sheeps are good listeners, until they walk away or a wolf walks by.

And no, it wasn't made with a Book and Quill (good reference) it was made with the Grandson of the Printing Press. Lolz my history teacher...yeah, you probably don't get this joke lol *GODAMN MY SCHOOL REFERENCES LOL*
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junawashere Featured By Owner Aug 30, 2014  Professional Digital Artist
thanks for the fav!!!!! <333333
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MaybeCrazyGirl123 Featured By Owner Aug 30, 2014  Student General Artist
No problem!
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pinkxp Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2014
1. Nothing, I already stalked you page//shot

2. Orange or Red!

3. Fire!

4. GREECE.

5. Are you with me on being friends?

6. You are scared of spiders, I am too. They just...
//shivers

7. Chrissy-chan! If that is okay with you.

8. Pocky and my stuffed wolf are to the left of me.

9. Soup

10. YOU ALREADY DID IT FOR ME SO I JUST GIVE YOU A HUG FOR THAT.
//glomp
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MaybeCrazyGirl123 Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2014  Student General Artist
1. .....Me too, twinsies!

2. YUSH

3. YES I CAN TEAM UP WITH CHARIZARD :3

4. oh no she didn't no way...oh, dude, awesome! Thank you!

5. YES I AM, SENPAI AND DON'T YOU EVER QUESTION IT WE CAN BE THE BEST OF FRIENDS, PLEASE DON'T EVER LEAVE MEFrance (Begging to England) [V3] Kitty begging beg 

6. I know...I can't even do webs (I always walk right through them and cry lol)- and there are three huge ones outside my house now...wait until it rains again...then, little spider, you will...heeheehe:spider: Kat doesnt like the spider 

7. Yay! That's kawaii!Broken Fighting Dome (Kawaii Please) 

8. That is truly beautifulLovely Shoujo (Pretty Please) [V3] 

9. YES I'M CHUNKY AND I'M HOT AT THE SAME TIMENo Balls Joon: Bitch Please Im Fabulous XD Fabulous Suho : Fabulous Luhan : MAMA Yato (Being fab) [V1] Cool Looming *spamming again lol*

10. Glomp! Glomp Pile :skittles glomp: :maria-glomp: senior glomp Llama Emoji-74 (My kawaii cheeks) [V4] 
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Sakari-san Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2014  Professional General Artist
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