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Black Rabbit - Part six"But... You said you loved me..." I whimper. He just looks at me with careless eyes; the same eyes that used to show me compassion and instill the greatest joy in me. The eyes that had just wandered across my naked virgin skin last night and took in every detail. He shrugs with the shoulders my arms used to perch on when we hugged.
"Listen kid, I just wanted to bang you." He scoffs, almost in a laugh. I couldn't believe that it was the same voice that comforted me softly, saying it wouldn't hurt as he stole my innocence away from me.
I feel the tears come on, but everything else in me is numb. There is a lump in my throat, and I can't speak. It doesn't matter though, since I have no words to say. Without another word, he just walks away. It can't be though. I want to reach out and grab his shirt, maybe pull him back into my world.
"No!" I suddenly yelp. And he turns back. That moment right there was the last time I remember even seeing him. His blonde hair falling ever so perfectly in
Black Rabbit - fourteenThe thing he remembered most about her was her long blonde locks of hair that draped down her back and sat propped upon her shoulders. The way it caught the rays of sunrise, glowing with an almost pink hue against the morning lights and long shadows. He could remember how much his father loved her hair and nearly cried when she had cut it to her shoulders, it used to be longer at one point- but those memories were fuzzy now. The recollection of his father twisting the ringlets of gold in his fingers as he held her in an embrace, whispering little sweet nothings into her ear before he’d go off to work and leave her with the baby.
He could also remember her eyes vividly; he could never let those gems slip from his memory for they were also his eyes- light blues with a dark blue splotch circling the iris. They were like staring into a swirling pool of sky coloured acrylic paints; The way that they lit up once meeting her sweet little butterscotch haired baby who gree
Black Rabbit - Part eightThe morning light filtered through the soft baby blue curtains and cast a warm light across the cozy bedroom and onto the bed that usually just had one pink topped boy curled up innit. But this morning, a snake bitten rabbit held him close as they both slept ever so soundly. Unlike every other time that Casey woke up with a boy in the same bed, this was a pure, sweet kind of cuddle. As they lay there sleeping, Shiloh had his face pressed into Casey's chest, and the raven's face was submerged in Shiloh's soft, candy hair. Eventually, the taller of the two slowly came to. He looked up to the window, and then back down to what he had just brought his face up from. When he saw it was Shiloh though, his emerald eyes widened slowly and in one swift movement, he rolled out of the bed.
"No... no no no no no. Fuck... why did I..." he whispered, slowly crawling away from the bed.
Of course, the whore thought he had sex with Shiloh the previous night, but didn't notice that he was still dressed i
Black Rabbit - Part fiveThe school courtyard only had about a dozen other students. Just mucking about; talking about their general idiotic things that went right over Shiloh's head as he wandered over to one of the few trees and sat in the grass beneath it. Blades of grass folding awkwardly and brushing against his puffy checkered pants. He hadn't seen his friend much today and it was already lunch hour. The boy never really realized just how lonely school was till today since they'd normally spent nearly all of their time together. Though there were some times that Casey would go off without saying why or where Shiloh never really questioned it though.
It's not like Casey had no friends before him anyways.. But Shi had just grown so
attached to him and couldn't fight the often sense of jealousy that'd developed towards said friends.
Leaves rustled above him due to a light but chilled breeze that swept along the school's roof. The thing that caught a nearby pair of hazel eyes was Shiloh's hair. T
Black Rabbit - Part nineLater that night, Casey had left Shiloh's house, saying he had to go home. But sure enough, his car pulled up into the boy's driveway the next morning to give the pinky a ride to school. The whole way there though, he couldn't help thinking about that sweet morning they spent together and the kiss they shared at the park. The scenes just replayed in his head over and over again, and every time, his stomach felt fluttery. As he sat there in Shiloh's driveway, waiting for him to come out, he just let his head fall back on the headrest of his seat and smiled warmly. Even though the chill of autumn slowly crept into the car and through his thin sweater, those memories just made him feel oh so warm.
The pinky soon came out of his house and ran up to the car; his thick pink hair bouncing with his steps as he got in and sat beside Casey in the passenger's seat.
"Hi Casey~ How're you?" Shi asked with his lips curled into a sweet smile as he buckled himself in and pulled his hands into his bunn
Black Rabbit - Part sevenThe late October breeze shifted leaves across the sidewalks and roadways, which were usually empty. But tonight, they were filled with children in colorful costumes and teenagers looking to make some trouble. It was Halloween. And every dressed up child that Casey passed made him regret where he was driving even more. Shiloh had somehow pulled him into going trick or treating today, which was nearly impossible for someone to do. The raven absolutely hated trick or treating and hadn't done it since he was around the age of ten. But, Casey just couldn't say no to Shiloh. Maybe it was his baby blue eyes, staring into whatever goodness was left in his soul. Or perhaps it was the simple fact that Casey was growing very fond of the boy. Their agreement was that they he would go trick or treating with Shiloh just as long as he didn't wear a costume.
But as Casey pulled up to the quaint second story house on the hill, he couldn't help have a hunch that he would actually be in a costume sometim
Black Rabbit - Part fifteenShiloh sat on the mass of red comforters and pillows in his bedroom, propped up against the headboard, staring across the room at the numerous photos plastered onto the far wall in messy discord as he munched the box of crisps in his lap. He dug his hand deep into the cardboard container, the plastic crinkling; he was nearly to the crumbs and he was still hungry. But it was one of the highest protein things they actually still had at his auntie’s, besides the icky greenery kept away in the veggie drawer downstairs- hidden in the towering fridge. He gave a small little sigh, eyeing the little black cell propped on the whale pillow beside his leg. He really started to miss Casey; they hadn't seen each other in days...well more like three weeks and four extra days to tack on. But he felt needy and afraid that Casey would push him away if he got too close; he loved that angsty raven, but he was scared that he may love him too much and didn’t want to scare him off. All he
Black Rabbit - Part elevenNearly a month had passed and not many visits were made really.
It was early December now and Shiloh had been at the library daily. Going there in the early morning and leaving in the late evening; studying had become a crucial thing for him ever since his auntie had come home for November and left a few days before now. She's always been so stern and concrete when it came to the boy's schooling and education. It took about fifteen minutes to get at least halfway home from the now closed library, which was cozy and an old white building, at least in daylight. Now, it would have looked more like a ghost house.
Shiloh said goodbye to the librarian before he left, his caution sign messenger bag shouldered and his mittens pulled over his dainty little fingers as he began walking home, hesitantly. It was soon too dark for him to see the ground anymore, and he could feel little droplets of water sprinkling down onto him. But he didn't take too much heed to it, just water.
Casey, of course, w
Black Rabbit - Part twelveA pale light poured into the dark apartment from a kitchen window, and covered the angsty resident. Casey sat in the grungy kitchen, looking at the rust covered refrigeration and inhaling death from his third cigarette of the morning. The air in the small space was a little bit foggy from this method of stress relief, but there was no way Casey was going to open a window. Since he barely made enough money from being a whore and stealing from his now four boyfriends to pay rent, he never turned the heat on and always wore several layers of clothing. He was barely ever home anyway, so it didn't matter. This was simply a place to keep his belongings in and bring the occasional client home.
Cigarette number three was soon diminished to the butt and once it was, the whore rubbed it on the bottom of his plain sage green ceramic ash tray. It was a housewarming gift from boyfriend #2; probably purchased at a garage sale for a dollar. The ash tray honestly looked like something you'd see in the
HEHEHE LOK AT THE COLUDSGUYS ITS MADI HAHAHAHAHA LOOKS AT THAT CUTE LITTLE SUNSHINE AND STS OH GOD I THOGUHT I SAW KYEL AND I THINK GGES HES GONNA KILL ME WHEN HES SEES IM WRITING THIS
I SEE ABELS ASS IT IS THE LIGHT
IM STARING INTO THE LIGHT SO KYLE MUST BE KILLING ME RIGHT NOW
WITH HIS MIND
OH WAIT NEVERMIND
IM STILL ALIVE
KYLE DO YOU EVEN LIFT
DO YOU EVEN SEE ME
HAHAHA WAT R U GONNA DO
IT SOUNDED LIKE THIS SONG SAID I CAN SEE YOUR ASS
IM COMPLICATED SO IM CALLING YOUR ASS??
THESE ARE SOME DEEP LYRICS
HELLO YES THS IS ASS
IM SORRY SIR WE CANT BE TOGETHER BECAUSE I AM ONLY AN ASS
IM OGING TO WRITE AN EROTIC FANFICTION
the ass slowly galloped to the bed where the man was singing and he keaned in real close and gently stroked the cheek of the ass and was lke
"i want you so bad" but the ass was ike..."we cannot sex, i am pregnant with kyle's babies" so then the man wept and kyle punched him in the noggin.
//flips logic out windowman I used to really like the trans-community on deviantart (or even just the community itself or even just any supportive community) until I witnessed the amount of judgement and belittling inflicted within it. Like people criticizing other people because they're "pretending", "too girly/manly", or even trying to tell them that it's a phase. FOR FUCKS SAKE, HOW CAN YOU GO AROUND TELLING PEOPLE TO NOT DO THAT TO YOU IF YOU DO IT TO PEOPLE IN THE SAME SITUATION AS YOU? LIKE SERIOUSLY THIS IS GIVING ME LIKE A HEADACHE BECAUSE OF THE LACK OF LOGIC GOING ON HERE. Like seriously there's been over ten messages from ten different people in my ask box this weekend from people who have told me pretty much that their trans friend things that they're copying them for also coming out, that they're too girly to be a boy, and a few others which I answered privately due to requests.
And that is really NOT okay, I'm not even officially
It's the first door to the leftSo once upon a time in the school library today, the librarian kept misgendering me after seeing my library records (they're separate form the main school records and for some reason my biological name and gender marker aren't changed in the library's system). Even after I'd corrected her, she kept at it and completely shouldered the fact that she was using wrong pronouns and pretty much harassing me; that of course really pissed me off and I ended up telling her,
"You should really get that speech impediment looked at, I know a great doctor in room go fuck yourself"
I probably took it a bit far with that comment but seriously? What's wrong with people, that makes them think that they have the right to tell you what you identify as?
Unfortunate NewsBlake Cognata, who was diagnosed with Ewings Sarcoma, a rare cancer that attacks the bones, passed away Saturday morning... and just days before his 18th birthday, which is on Monday, January 14th.
I really.... I just don't know what else to say. It has upset me to no end but really made me see life in a totally different way. He's motivated me to smile through the good and the bad, no matter how crummy life gets. He was so strong.
All of our town had a candles memorial for him last night on the hill of where our school is. It's an amazing sight to see.
It's crazy how much our community was effected by the tragedy. I barely knew this kid and he's changed my life in a matter of a few days.
But I'm proud of Blake.
And he's cancer free now.
I keep Blake's family and friends in my heart and thoughts!
And my Job hunt begins again.So I pretty much lost my job, they terminated my position yesterday morning an hour into my shift without previous warning. Their reasoning behind it was because since it's a brand new store and the grand opening is now settling down, they don't have enough hours for everyone and can't afford that many people. So they based their decision on seniority and since I was within the 60 days of my hire date, I was one of the choices. They also told me they based their choice on needing people with a 'sense of urgency and ability to follow direction' which was a slap in the face since I tried pretty hard to be a good employee and I thought I was doing really well especially since I got a lot of thanks and feedback from other associates and assistant managers. Though part of me just feels the main manager never liked me to begin with, since she does her own hiring and she didn't hire me, Human resources did and she had no idea who I was and I didn't get a schedule till a week into it. She's bu
Humans..This journal will be deleted eventually- I have no real purpose for it.
Their emotions are interesting to witness.
I'm amazed by the way humans lash out at one another.
How they can be such gentle creatures, then the next minute, blood thirsty beasts.
I'm attracted to them.
Like a scientist to lab rats.
I like to watch.
Humans can make strong relationships over time,
But none of them are forgiving or understanding enough,
To work hard and push through together,
While those relationships they made turn into a war over night.
To me this is nothing but a Comedy.
Humans can act like such children, even if they are old.
Everyone is always right.
Yet everyone is always wrong?
I truely do believe that humans are strange beings, and I'll never fully understand why they do the things they do.
Does anyone else think the way I do?
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