'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through dA, Not a troll was stirring, nor Grinch in his sleigh. Deviations were hung in digital Galleries with care, In hopes that +Favourites soon would be there. The n00bs were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of Daily Deviations danced in their heads. And Fella in his 'kerchief, and spyed (https://www.deviantart.com/spyed) with his night-light, Had just settled down to log-off for the night, When over in the Forums there arose such a clatter, Fella sprang back online to see what was the matter. To the browser window he flew like a flash, Tore open the tabs and refreshed the cache. When what to his art-loving ey

Tick tock, motherfucker. by HoofPrintsInTheSand, journal

Tick tock, motherfucker.

Jan 19, 2014

Time has moved on like sand slipping through children's fingers. It seems like a lot, but really its just tiny seconds flying by. Last time I updated, it was August. Happy new year, guys. Remember when I said you'd get a shit tonne of fics? Yeah, well... about that... Writers block is a bitch. I'm working on it, but its just... idk man. Not happening. And my checklist is ridiculous, man. Most of the stuff I've uploaded isn't on it, but at the moment, I'll take what I can get. I don't have much to say. I'm in a band. GCSE's are stressful. I'm staying on for further education. UCAS is a cunt to use. My doctors are also cunts. I've got so ma

A Tender Kiss by mypaperheart-x, literature

The Arrow by mypaperheart-x, literature

Literature

The Arrow

Rating: T "Merlin! No!" The prince roared, dropping his sword and running over to his servant. "Merlin! Merlin?" The black-haired warlock lay on the ground, his brown clothing dark with blood seeping from a wound in his side - from which the shaft of a wooden arrow could just been seen. "Merlin! You - you idiot! Why? Why... why would you?" "Arthur..." Merlin's voice was weak, Arthur bent his head to catch what his servant was saying. "Arthur... I. ARGH!" His pale face twisted into a gri

Vanilla Twilight by mypaperheart-x, literature

Literature

Vanilla Twilight

rating: K+ Merlin had been sitting on the flight of stairs outside the castle most of the night, waist deep in his thoughts. The night was silent, and he liked it that way. Here he could think of his beloved without being disturbed. If he retired to his chambers he would surely be surrounded by caring, worrying, sympathy. That wasn't what he wanted, he wanted to be able to think, to remember. Because when he thought of Arthur, he didn't feel so alone. The young warlock was so very tired, he hadn't slept in two days. He knew that he would fall asleep quite soundly if he was to lie down on his bed, but he would miss the feel of those st

The Sins of the Father by mypaperheart-x, literature

Literature

The Sins of the Father

Dear Arthur, I know you'll never read this, which is probably a good thing, really. If you did read this you'd fire me. Or have me beheaded. Or both. I wish you could read it though, that you could understand, but that's never going to happen. This letter will probably end up being burnt, or eaten by one of the dogs. Whatever happens to it, it's not making its way to your hands. I know you love your father, of course you do, he's all you've got. But I wish you could see what he's really like. When you told me that I'd helped you to see that magic is always evil, I felt like crying. Honestly I did. What is

Rock the Fakie by mypaperheart-x, literature

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