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How to Submit to the Group - TutorialHey there!How to Submit to the Group - Tutorial by ValerieBonnefoy
With an influx of new moderators and administrators in our group, we have agreed to tighten up deviation folder submissions and make sure every thing runs smoother and works better than before- starting with the Featured folder. We have over 200 pages of fantastic art that, admittedly, dates back to a couple of years ago; we hope to change this. We believe the Featured folder should be for those who we really feel deserve to be in the spotlight. Hence, we're implementing a new rule: Once a week, the admins will come together and decide 3 pieces of work, one fanfiction and two artwork pieces, that will be put up in the Featured folder.
We're hoping to make it a more of a well-meant challenge to make it into the Featured folder- the artists who do manage to be selected will be glorified in a public journal. Our hope is that it will encourage artists of all medias to strive to refine their talents and make it into that featured folder
Hetalia x Reader x 2p!Hetalia: All My Fault 8America's in the middle of a heated debate with Turkey about massage practices when the sound of something falling over or hitting the wall or something comes from the hallway. He freezes and exchanges looks with everyone. The only person who appears unconcerned is Russia, and that may just be because he's on his fourth or fifth drink.Hetalia x Reader x 2p!Hetalia: All My Fault 8 by SilverSpiderGerman
"What was that?" England asks.
America remembers that _________ had left in the direction that the noise had come from. "I'll go check," he says, getting to his feet.
"It was probably somebody tripping over the table in the hallway or something," England says.
"I'll let you know," America replies.
He passes by the kitchen and walks into the hallway expecting to see _________ or Prussia getting up and sheepishly putting back whatever fell. "Why's it so dark in here?" America mumbles quietly, trying to find the light switch. The normal hall lights, however, refuse to work. America rolls his eyes. Of course they wouldn't be working. No wonder someone
2p! Yandere! Italy x Reader RQ (4): Quando a Roma2p! Yandere! Italy x Reader RQ (4): Quando a Roma by jessi201
4. Quando a Roma, guardare per amore pozione
Request by: @Sakura7773
Photos from Google and here: 2p!Italy
Last Part: 2p! Yandere! Italy x Reader RQ (3): Quando a Roma
NSFW, because Luciano is one sexy bastard....
His eyes sparkle red as the evidence scattered onto the lacquer cherry wood table. A devilish chuckle resulted followed by a scoff of disappointment.
“Don’t look at me like that, fratello.” He smirked. “I blame the dreaded curl…”
His brother sighed and then let himself laugh. “Buon lavoro. At least you didn’t portarla a letto…”
He chuckled deviously. “About that…”
“Tell me you didn
Under the Cover of Night 2p AmericaThis a warning! There is some swearing and violence ahead! If you do not like then do not read! If you are okay with this, then enjoy the story~Under the Cover of Night 2p America by gigi912912
A dark figure took a breath and watched his work carefully, not wanting to mess this up.
He steadied his hands and narrowed his eyes, pulling the trigger and watched the target fall to the ground.
He was the best at his job; everyone called him when they wanted the job done right the first time. Although everyone knew of him, no one knew what the best sniper in America looked like. He always made sure to keep his identity a secret, not meeting clients in person and never giving out his name.
The figure frowned at another easy target as he sighed, picking his sniper rifle off the ground and carefully placing it back in its case.
He glanced down, from his place on the roof of the building, before lighting a cigarette and walking away, seeming to disappear amongst the shadows.
A young adult stood in
2p! Italy x Reader: Per Sempre La Nostra (4)2p! Italy x Reader: Per Sempre La Nostra (4) by jessi201
Part 3:2p! Italy x Reader: Per Sempre La Nostra (3)
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Nearly dropping the gun, you saw that he was risen, resurrected; the living dead.
Luciano shot him. How is he still alive?
Deflecting bullets yet one tore through your dress and made hairline cuts on your cheeks.
Just as he taught you, aim for the joints. Much easier than aiming at the victim. Easier for a beginner like you.
Locked on the wheels, you fired 4 shots straight through its core. The car stunted, moving on bumps. You fired through the hood of the car, blowing a gasket.
You saw flames and smoke. Smirking, you climbed back into the car as Luciano grabbed you.
“Ciao.” Luciano received a status update.
In Which We Realize We Love Each Other"Oh for fucks sake!" High-heeled feet stomped down the stairs as the curses continued. The language being spoken switched from English to Dutch then back to English again. Elizabeth stormed into the dining room, hung up her phone, and slapped it down on the table. Connecticut, being in his ready position, handed her a cup of coffee without so much as a thanks.In Which We Realize We Love Each Other by inkstaineddove
New York sat down at the table and glared at the mug. "I fucking hate that rat bastard." It was the first Tuesday of the month which meant she had gotten off the phone with the Netherlands, her dearly estranged father. "He can go choke on a sack full of dicks and then drown in the cum for all I give a damn about."
Massachusetts, not even looking up from his copy of the Boston Globe, replied with a coy smile. "I see you're in a creative mood today. Can't wait to see all the fifty new ways you'll tell me to go fuck myself later on."
On cue, she glared up at him. "Oh, shove a chainsaw up your ass, you fucking scumbag."
Finland x Reader | Innocent Hands Ch.1Finland x Reader | Innocent Hands Ch.1 by TheCommonMyna
Snow was a horribly pretty thing.
It danced around and around his head, bobbing in the wind and spiraling from the dull grey sky to the earth. It was a warning and yet at the same time, a blessing. He remembered in his childhood the morning after first snow and how he’d rush out of the house into a world bleached in white. Tino knew very well winter was at his doorstep, ready to take the world by storm, and yet it delighted him when it knocked on his door.
But he could laugh at his naivety. Never in his life had he expected to wind up in this place.
The soil was frozen solid beneath his feet and the breeze, as kindhearted as it may be now, still pierced through flesh and bit through bone like an untamable beast. Snow was up to his knees and that was something to be grateful for. There were worse storms to wait for in this unforgiving terrain.
Tino readjusted the shoulder strap of his rifle and glanced at the corpse beside him. A crimson flower blossomed on t
Prussia x Reader | Marching HomePrussia x Reader | Marching Home by TheCommonMyna
June 16, 1871 | Berlin, German Empire
The rhythmic thunder of marching feet could instill a magnificent sense of fierce, phenomenal pride in any heart. It was an overwhelming swell of unity, unconditional fraternity, and irrepressible vigor to witness ranks upon ranks of victorious brothers-in-arms in matching deep blue uniforms and spiked silver helmets glinting under the sun. Banners of the crowned eagle snapped and soared in the wind all about Berlin, overseeing the triumph through sharp, vigilant eyes. The mass of spectators was deafening, but even so, the disciplined left-right-left-right repetition of the infantry and the snort and clatter of the cavalry proved louder still to Gilbert's ears.
It was near impossible to wipe the grin off his face and maintain the stern, dignified guise of a noble Prussian officer. Even his horse was giddy from absorbing the stunning surge of energy emanating from the troops, the crowd, and Gilbert himself. The young officers beside Gilbert a
England x Reader | Dark and PromisingIt was the customary image of a couple in love.England x Reader | Dark and Promising by TheCommonMyna
Rain drizzled in the busy metropolis of London. It was not quite yet a storm, merely a spill from the gray heavens and not an immediate worry. The couple took their time, unconcerned, shoulders brushing, listening to the patter of raindrops on their shared umbrella, and occasionally squeezing each other's hands on sweet, fluttering impulses.
Her heart was dancing to the rain as they walked. Her skin may be cold but everything inside her was warm like little embers in a stove. It was after some private indecision where she finally pushed her shyness away that [Name] tilted her head to look at Arthur. She found that he was also looking at her. The little coincidence was acknowledged by a blushing smile, making Arthur's heart skip a beat and he jerked away too. The intertwined fingers shifted for a flustered moment and then settled, content to remain woven and warm. [Name] drifted a free hand to her shoulder and covered the glimpse of skin w
Contest (Important Update)We've decided that we will be hosting a contest, but in order to do that, we need a theme. Therefore we have decided to let all of you help decide what it should be!
You just click on this link: (polling closed) and then choose the colour you think should be the theme.
There will be two separate parts of the contests; one for drawings and one for litterature
We hope you will all want to join in on the fun
We still need prizes for the contest winners, so if anyone would want to donate anything, we would be very grateful
Polling is now closed.
Blue is the winner of the poll
Since blue is the winning color the theme you will work with is either the emotions of Trust or Serenity.
In this contest you must incorporate a blue color palette (or theme) along with one or two of the emotions above into your artwork or writing. The contest deadline will be in 5 months on July 5th.
Prizes: Artwork from an admin, 3 month Premium Membership to 1
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