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The Femchesters Chapter 9Once again, the Winchester brothers/sisters stood awkwardly together, glancing around for help and wondering what the hell to do.
In front of them, a middle aged, fat woman was busy getting her makeup done by a nineteen year old girl, whose hair was pulled tightly back from her face in a long, blond pony tail. She wore large hoop earrings and her face was heavily made up. Not the type of girl the younger Winchester usually got along with, but at least she seemed to know what she was doing, Sam thought.
The middle-aged lady got up and left, without so much as a thank you to the girl. She sighed and turned to the Winchesters. “So, who’s first?” she said, through a mouthful of gum. Sam was unsurprised when Dean shoved him ahead.
The girl gestured to the seat and Sam sat down stiffly, just remembering to cross his legs, as females seemed to do.
“Have anything in mind?” The girl asked, riffling through the many bottles of foundation to find Sam’s skin ton
The Femchesters: Chapter 8“Everything okay there, Sammy?” a feminine voice called, just as Sam put down the phone. The younger Winchester jumped and whirled around to see his older brother... sister... whatever standing in the doorway.
“What?!” he blurted, hoping to god dean had not heard his conversation with Bobby.
“Yeah... fine!” Dean walked further into the room, eyebrows raised at the phone, still in Sam’s hand. “I was just... um... getting some tips off Bobby.” Sam added quickly.
“Sam, we already know everything about ghosts!”
“Yeah... well... never hurts to have a second opinion.” Said Sam, giving his brother a half-hearted smile.
Dean nodded slowly, still looking a little disbelieving. “Right, well, anyway... I was thinking about this ghost son-of-a-bitch, why’d he wait until now to attack Sophie?”
“I was wondering that, too,” said Sam, relieved that his brother had changed the subject. He grabbed
The Femchesters: Chapter 6The metallicar screeched to a halt outside 213 Elm Street, in time for the boys/girls to see a 'sold' sign being nailed up.
"Crap," Dean cursed.
The brothers/sisters leaped out of the car, simultaneously, and ran up to the worker.
"Hey! What do you mean it's sold already?" Sam exclaimed, as the man turned around.
"We had a good offer on it," he said, sticking his thumb out towards the front door, where none other than Britney Jones was walking out. Sam and Dean ran over to her, blocking her path.
She looked up and, as soon as she saw who was blocking her path, her face moulded into a look of disgust. "What are you doing here?"
"You can't buy the flat!" Sam said, quickly.
"Well, here's a news-flash, freak, I've already bought it," Britney said, gesturing towards the sold sign.
"Yeah, but, you don't have to move in right now do you?" said Dean, hopefully.
"Why? Planning on stealing something? There's nothing in that house but Sophie's old junk, which I plan on getting rid of, as soon as
The Femchesters: Chapter 5"Two beers, please," Sam told the bartender, whilst taking a seat beside Dean. The golden liquid was placed in front of them and the boys/girls took grateful swigs.
"Hello, there. What's your name?" A man interrupted, taking a seat next to Dean, his voice full of flirtation as he quirked an eyebrow at the older Winchester.
"Dean," Dean said, automatically. "Err... short for Deanna." He added, quickly, really wanting to punch his little brother in the face for his incessant snickering.
"I'm Eric," The man replied. "How about I buy you a drink?"
"Whoa, I don't swing that way!" Dean said, without thinking.
Eric blanched. "Oh, God, sorry! Are you two... um...?" He gestured between Sam and Dean.
"What?! No!" Sam exclaimed. "We're just broth... sisters! Deanna, here, was just kidding!"
"What? So, you are free?" Eric said, looking back at Dean, a little puzzled.
"No!" Dean yelled, far too quickly. "I mean... um... err..."
"She's got a boyfriend," Sam interrupted, calmly.
"Yeah... Wait, what?!
The Femchesters: Chapter 4"Sam... Sam..."
Sam opened his eyes, to see Bobby staring down at him, looking half-concerned, half-amused.
"What hap...?" Sam started, but stopped when his voice came out oddly high-pitched. "Oh, God!" He leapt to his feet and nearly tripped over his now incredibly baggy trousers, before running to the mirror. He nearly fainted, again. Staring back at him was a shocked-looking woman, with high cheek-bones, bright eyes and an even tan, with long, dark brown hair falling over her shoulders. Quite beautiful (if Sam did say so himself). Gone was the five-day stubble, gone were the muscular arms... Sam Winchester was now a woman.
He looked down at himself. His clothes were hanging off him; he must have shrunk about six inches. The Winchester also noticed, with a distinctive blush, the new bulges in his chest and the looseness of his boxer shorts.
"DEAN!" Sam yelled, still in shock.
"Sammy?" came a female voice from the bathroom. "Um, just a minute, I'm just... Um..."
"Oh God, Dean, please
The Femchesters: Chapter 3"You guys want to what, now?!" exclaimed Bobby, hoping he had misheard the two men seated in front of him.
"We want to turn into women." Sam forced out, annoyed that he had to repeat the embarrassing sentence. Dean could have at least backed him up; all the older Winchester did was stare at the floor, keeping his mouth shut.
"Um... OK," said Bobby, hesitantly, realizing he had not misheard. "Why?"
"It's for a case," said Dean, annoyed that the conversation had to last this long. "It was Sam's idea."
"Better than using an innocent woman as bait!" Sam retorted, angrily. Dean shrugged.
"Right..." said Bobby, looking between the two brothers. "I go and see what I've got."
Dean shot Sam another glare, for what they were about to do, while Bobby searched through his many books.
"I think I've got something, boys." The older man said, returning to the table and slamming a huge book down, narrowly avoiding Sam's fingers. He flicked through a few pages, before stopping and reading through a spel
The Femchesters: Chapter 2Fat dripped from the pieces of deep-fried pork as the hotel bed vibrated beneath Dean. He shoved the meat into his already-full mouth and licked the grease off his fingers. Bliss. Of course, it had to be spoiled by his annoying little brother, who let out an annoyed whine.
"Dean! How many times? Can you not eat your..." he paused, trying to work out what the hell his brother was eating. "...stuff on my bed?!"
"Got anything, Sammy?" Dean said, ignoring the taller man.
Sam sighed, giving up. "Twelve women have died in that flat over the past forty years, in similar circumstances. All had brown hair and sophisticated jobs," he said, scanning over the information on his laptop.
"Ah, so our spirit has a favorite," said Dean, after swallowing a mouthful of meat. "Any idea who it could be, yet?"
"Give me a minute." Sam said.
Sam searched the web for anything related to flat 213c on Elm Street, while Dean put another quarter into the vibrating machine. After about an hour of intense research,
The Femchesters: Chapter 1The Winchester brother entered a cafe, hoping to stop for a bite to eat, before searching for more case. While Sam ordered the food, Dean wondered over to the cafe's TV and flicked on the news.
Immediately, the news reader's voice blared out of the speakers:
"Earlier today, desk clerk, Sophie McMillan, was found dead in her flat, with injuries to her face and head. We have reports of all the doors and windows being locked from the inside, however, her ex-boyfriend, Robert Jones, has been arrested on the suspicion of her murder."
"Think we should check it out?" Sam asked, as he joined Dean at the table.
"Might as well," his brother replied. "But first, I need to get me some pie!"
Sam rolled his eyes.
One car journey and Dean's annoying singing later, they were outside the victims flat. Police tape covered the doors, and police officers were keeping a crowd of people at bay.
Dean opened the glove compartment fished out the fake FBI ID (they had already changed into their suits in the
The Femchesters: PrologueSophie let out a much-needed sigh as she stepped through the door of her small flat; why couldn't Rob just except that things were over between them? The man had been pestering her all day to forgive him and take him back, but how could he do that when he had been seeing her best friend behind her back? She hated them both!
The brunette locked the door before collapsing onto her couch and switching the TV on; what she needed now was a corny sit-com and a good Chinese takeout. She'd just picked up her phone, ready to dial the company's number, when the light above her began to flicker on and off, along with the TV.
Great, she thought as she slapped the box, Could this day possibly get any worse?
Luckily, the slap seemed to have worked and the flickering settled again. She had managed to dial the number at last, when a creaking sounded behind her. She whipped around, her brown hair swirling behind her.
"Hello," she called; she'd locked the door, hadn't she? "Anybody there?"
No answer. Sh
Book Of Days - Part 12Chapter 12 -18th. Day of the Ninth Month, Year 10 AE.
The following hoof full of days seemed to pass excruciatingly slowly, O diary, as we essentially camped out inside a house, living like vagabonds among our boxes of belongings. It did not seem meet to begin unpacking in earnest until dear Cookie and her family joined us, so that as one we could decide how our newfound dwelling would be divided among us.
I was most impatient to return to my research on the confounded sky beacon, but I dared not begin in earnest lest I would be obliged to stop again and throw in a hoof at helping to set up our household once our erstwhile earth ponies arrived.
Thus, I mostly laid out in the fields around Paradise Estate with Crimson and his viol, passing the languid late summer days watching little Dawn caper and explore among the wildflowers. Well, in truth I did not lay so much as pace furrows in the ground and grump to all and sundry. (And thus the student becomes as her master. Mayhap I should sti
M.E.T.A. Force Project Book 5 pt1 M.E.T.A. Force Project
(RotBTD Contemporary Sci-fi AU also Jack Frost x Cyborg!Reader)
This story is just a fiction and not related with anything either it's still alive or dead. If there's any similarity at the characters, places, time, incident or else, it's just a coincident. Most of the languages in this story are not suitable for the formal purposes and just for the entertainment. I hope after you read this story, take the good things as example, while the bad things as the border.
1) If you noticed some name besides the Big Four, they're characters from Oh My English (the Malaysian sitcom of the high school students improving their English in daily lives) and Klik (Malaysian sitcom of high school students). You can refer their physical appearance here -> http://veekaizhanez.deviantart.com/art/M-E-T-A-Crews-393626572
2) (Crew name) = refer to those 21 non-Big Four names
3) I need your idea suggestion for upcoming chapter. Anybody wanna help?
Tupple and Toft - IntroThe halls of Chudmore Manor are long and wide, well-lit and uncluttered. The rooms are spacious (except the water closet, which is a claustrophobic as the name suggests), and the ceilings are high.
Most importantly though, the cupboards are locked.
When I say ‘cupboard,’ I mean it in the broadest sense of the word. By the loosest of definitions, ‘cupboard’ here refers to all pantries, cabinates, hope-chests, baby-grands, secretary desks, potato barrels, and of course cupboards, in the house.
The reason for this is - basically - Vikings. Other things too of course, like dinosaurs, robots, wandering royalty, strangler vines, nasty odors, the color wellow, Babylonians, luchadors, and rats. Mostly though, it’s Vikings.
However, it should be stated that just locking the cupboards is often not enough to keep things in their places. Today for example, something had got through the piano in the study, and it was now causing the residents of Chudmore Manor a
Sleepover- Ch1"Hey-No! Wait!" Dallas hissed, rushing across the road after her sister, "Tasja get back here!" she cried frantically, "Stop walking! No- Don't!"
Natasja grinned deviously at her sister as she approached Phineas and tapped his shoulder.
"Tajsa! Stop! Get back here-" she let out a shriek and whirled herslef around the corner and out of sight when Phineas turned around.
He smiled warmly at the girl in front of him, and tilted his head to the side curiously.
"Hiya Tasja," he smiled happily "Ferb's inside."
"Thanks, Phineas," She smiled "But that's not why I'm here. I actually came to talk to you."
"Oh, Okay. What's up?"
"It's about Dallas." his cheeks ignited a deep red
"Uh," he squeaked "What about her?"
"I was wondering..." Dallas watched her sister in silent horror "If you would go out with her."
Phineas' blush darkened impossibly
"Wha- y-you mean li-like a d-date?" he stuttered out nervously
Natasja grinned in false innocence
"Not 'like a date'," she smirked "A date"
"Uh... Yeah" he n
Pokeparody 1: The Journey Begins((Ok, I know this was taken down before, but that was because there was a small issue that popped up, but that's been taken care of. Now, you can enjoy the PokeParody series~!))
Episode 1: The Journey Begins!
(Before hand notes:
-This parody will only be more enjoyable and easier to understand if you're familiar with the Pokemon games, like X/Y (especially), Black, Red, or Blue
-Anything in between "[ ]" is meant to represent a text box appearing
-We've never really introduced Purotekuta (Gray, Kippy, Silvia, Digger, and Rommy) in any CF/SS Productions things before, so let us just point out that they're the EXACT REAL Wolf-chan (Kippy), Morgan (Digger), Shelby (Silvia), Gray (Dakota), and Tammy (Rommy), not the differing oc recreations you're most likely familiar with in the CF series and "Kyukyoku No Shi" (although said oc!recreations occur alongside them)
-Pokemon have the ability to talk in this parody)
Purotekuta excitedly entered Proffesor Acorn's lab, Kippy, Gray, Digger, Silvia
The Tale of Stratos - Chapter 10Hey everybody, in case you haven't caught up, let me fill you in. I'm Stratos, I was an ordinary 19 year old living an everyday boring life like anybody else. Until one Friday night, my TV was shining a white light and pulled me in. Then I ended up in the world of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. There I befriended the Mane Six, the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and Spike, and learned that I got pulled into The Network. Last time, Rarity offered to make me new clothes for me to wear since my sleeping clothes were dirty after being used for four days. Twilight even helped me get infinite battery life to my 3DS and iPhone, and found the spell that'll help me travel to different worlds of The Network. After I received my new clothes from Rarity and got my sleeping clothes washed, I said my goodbyes and departed from their world. Now it's time for me to find someone that could help me escape The Network.
The World of Duel Monsters!
Worgen Chapter 13Chap 13.
I walked back up the stairs. He had yelled at me, he had told me it'd be okay... I can't be sure... There was no comfort that we were here. Even with the family helping. If anything it made it worse. The first time I met Abaleen I felt something, a warm feeling. I knew she would be my luna... But I was so afraid to say something. I clenched my teeth as I came to the landing. Orlax walked over to me, his eyes worried and wandering.
"You okay?" He placed his hand on my shoulder. The feeling burned throughout my entire body. I pushed his hand away. Zee looked at me from the couch. His face was also concerned, but... it was as if he was staring into my soul... into my future. I gnashed my teeth at him, a settle warning to piss off. And he did, he stared back into the fire. I licked my lips. "Hey, it'll be okay. I know everybody keeps telling you the same thing over and over, I get that. I've been through hard times. You're going through it now. But you haft to
Truth or Dare 1Annette: Okay, hey we actually managed to get a total of 2.
Din’onichi: How’dya manage that?
Annette: Noooo idea... But anyways! The first one’s for Angelic, Toby and Demonic from Courtney. Is there anyone you guys hate, and if so, who?
Toby: Uuuuuhhhh... Ummmm... John? Din? Future Lalna... Mmmm... Think that’s it...
Angelic: Weeeeeellll... *eyes wander over to looking right at demonic*
Demonic: I don’t like what Hei’an has become. I was fine before with him. I just, REALLY don’t like him now.
Annette: M’kay, next one! For Demonic.
Demonic: Yay- wait I don’t have to do anything dumb do I?
Annette: Not yet! Kayhope just wanted to know what your favourite food is.
Demonic: Oh! Okay! Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh.... Trifle! That’s the best dessert EVER. It’s just. Omnomnom, brownies, wip cream, scor bits, and pudding type stuff all together, omnomnom.
Annette: Pff. Yeah I like trifle too. Mmmmmmmmmm- But, er, um- Anyways! That’s ev
Get Him!Chapter 8: Pies and Jokes
Alex followed the scent. It seemed impossible that there would be an apple pie in a deep and dark forest. Still, he couldn’t help it. The delicious aroma of apple and cinnamon made his mouth water, and his hunger overcame every rational thought.
As he walked closer, the scent got stronger. He shuddered on the possibility of a trap, but he was too curious to stop now. As he peered through the shrub, he saw it. A delicious apple pie, resting in a clearing, bathed in the piercing sunlight that seemed to shower it in heavenly praise.
Alex gazed at the pie, drooling with his tongue hanging out. He quickly looked around. Why would anyone, or anypony, leave a pie right in the middle of a forest? It seemed like the most obvious trap in recorded history. Still, feeling the hunger gnawing at him from the inside, Alex decided to risk it and ventured carefully out of the shrub.
He darted from one bush after another, popping up once or twice to look for any sign of d
The Femchesters: Chapter 7Sam Winchester had seen many things. Since he was a child, he'd faced ghosts, vampires, demons... He'd been the vessel of Lucifer, gone a year without his soul... Seen his girlfriend burst into flames above him as blood dripped from a gash in her stomach, seen both of his parents die before his eyes... But never had he seen his older brother, Dean Winchester, cleaning.
"Dean! What are you doing?!" Sam exclaimed; he had been gone for five minutes to re-load his gun, and had come back to find his feminine brother, in a cloud of dust, actually cleaning out the Impala.
"Well when was the last time I gave my baby, here, a proper clean?" said Dean, throwing out some old beer cans and bullet shells. "She must have been choking on all the crap that's in here."
"Dean, you never clean!" Sam said, wide-eyed at what his brother was actually doing. "You'd rather stare at a wall all day, than clean something!"
Dean shrugged, emerging with his arms full of old porn magazines. "Ju
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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