44 Recent Deviations
Featured: Yusei Fudo (colored)
Azurite: NeverAzurite: Never by WithinATragedy
Seto and Kisara Dark AU
Never have I had an easy life, despite the flawed assumption that my wealth dictates the happiness of my existance. I was born into a rich household, damaged it, left abandoned, then taken back into my original family. During my childhood I have switched from private to home school depending on who was head of the house at the time. Since all of my siblings were grown and rich and superbly afluenzic, I have never much known or cared for them. In public school the more genuine of the brood veered away from me while the greedy seeds flocked towards the aspect of easy money. Unfortunately for them I had rather liked lonliness even in the days of my adolescence, so I isolated myself from every crowd and potential friend. As I grew into a young woman I was later ostracized for being apathetic and anti-social. At least now I don't have to actually try and keep people from being my friend.
Because at this point everyone pretty much hates me.
Dracula 36: Bloody InsanityDracula 36: Bloody Insanity by katerinaaqu
The wheels of the carriages were clattering in the streets. The chariots, sometimes covered, sometimes open. In any case they would carry their passengers through English countryside fast and reliably. One of the chariots was no different than the others but hosted girlish laughter and talking behind its four velvet-dressed walls. The driver was sitting outside holding the bridles while driving the pair of brown horses while whistling some old English song he had learnt ever since he was a child. The melodic chatting was coming from the inside belonged to three young women. It was the young lady with her two maids. They were singing, playing or laughing together while the chariot was moving across the lane. One of them was dressed in fine clothes in a bluish-gray color, with spacious sleeves. Around her neck she wore a golden necklace with a cross, decorated with black amethysts and diamonds. On her head, the headwear she had also had a fine ending of gold. She sure looked like an a
Trust IssuesTrust Issues by DaisyDogOx
"Crow, why haven't I met your parents yet?" she asked for the fifth time that week.
"They both work," he said gruffly, hunched over his bike and trying to fix something. "And they ain't interested in your type."
He straightened up and gestured to her. "You've got your hair done up nice and you wear a freakin' dress to school, not to mention you're an honor student. Don't even make me go into detail about me."
"So... I'm not your type?"
"I never said that," he muttered. "I like you, Aki. They, on the other hand, would not."
"Can't they meet me and give me a chance?" she pouted. "You and I both know I don't mind getting my hands dirty when I need to."
"That's not what this is about."
"Can't they meet me though?"
"No, actually, they can't. End of discussion," he snapped. "Hand me that oil canister, will ya?"
"Please let me meet your parents," she begged in a whisper, the teacher's back to them. "I'll show them I'm not like the other girls!"
"They won't be able to see you," he g
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