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Deals: (2p Vatican City Oc and 2p Italy bros.)A loud knock echoes throughout Sabino's home. The Satanist glances over at the door from his kitchen and he narrows his eyes. "That's odd," He spoke to himself. "I haven't called Michael the pizza boy today." He walks towards the door as the loud knocking continues. He opens the door and as he sees his visitors he grins. "Well, well, this is certainly a surprise seeing you here my...Dearest older brothers~"
"Tch. Shut it frocio." One of the two men in front of Sabino snapped and glared right at the taller male in front of him. He bore a striking resemblance to a certain bubbly northern Italian country.
"Now my darling Luciano, we need to tone it down a bit even if it is him. Remember what we came here for." A rather stylish blonde said while patting Luciano's shoulder. He looked similar to Romano. Luciano growled and jerked his shoulder away. "Don't touch me asshole."
"Oh I see, did you both finally see the brilliant ways of my glorious master Satan and decided to follow in him?
Iceland x Fridge:It was a rather normal day in the Nordic household. Denmark was drinking his beer(again), Finland was happily chatting while the ever so silent and slightly intimidating Sweden, Landonia and Sealand were in the middle of an intense Pokemon battle with Mr.Puffin being the commentator, and Norway was annoying his "little brother" Iceland.
"Come on. Say it." Said a monotone voice from the Norwegian.
"No. I'm not saying it now nor ever. So stop bothering me. I've got much more important things to do." Iceland sighed and continued eating his licorice. Even though Iceland kept resisting Norway would always continue to pester him.
"You know you want to. It's just two little words. Say it with me. Big. Brother." Norway said while poking Iceland in his cheek.
"Oh will you give him a break!" An obnoxiously loud voiced piped up. "Like he said, he's got much more important things to do!" Denmark stood behind Iceland putting his hand to Iceland's shoulder. Norway's eyes narrowed.
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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