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A Perry the Platypus plush, two Pascals and a Weresonic? I'm not gonna ask. Anyways, on to the matter at hand. This piece has excellent...

Alright, I suppose it can't hurt to get back into the practice of writing these critique things. Let's see now. The composition of this...

Something about this is different from the style I'm used to seeing from you. Maybe it's the outlines, maybe it's not. But I sort of li...

This is... I'm not a fan of gore, but I can't let this go without comment. Vision: I can't say much about this because I'm not sure wha...

I don't critique much, but I still give more critiques than I receive. But those of you with premium memberships can fix that, right?

A werewolf is hunting you. What do you do? (Comment if you have a more specific answer.) 

2 deviants said Attempt to befriend it
2 deviants said Something else
1 deviant said Fight it
1 deviant said Try to trap or lose it
1 deviant said Repel it with a werewolf deterrent



Short Story (normal)
Self-explanatory.  Tell me exactly what you want, and you'll get it.  I'll write about just about anything, but be prepared to supply any reference materials I request.
Short Story (blind)
Like the normal Short Story commission, but with a twist: you're not allowed to specify a single detail about what you want.  I'll just do something I think you'll like.
Short Story (semi-blind)
The median between normal and blind.  You're allowed to specify one or two details-- the main character, or the theme, or perhaps even the title-- but that's it.
Got a fictional 'verse you're proud of, but that could use one or two more characters?  I'd be happy to make a character for it!  (Pictoral references not available; textual profiles only.)
I'm feeling rather down right now.

I can't think of a single thing I want to do.  I feel like I've exhausted my (already rather limited) usual methods of killing time.  My ego's at a low; I've considered posting another self-depreciative journal entry to coax others to shower me with reassurances, but at this point I'd probably just be kidding myself.  My recent loss in Mario Party 10 didn't help.  (I swear, Peach stole the victory from me!  If she hadn't lucked out in Bob-Omb Combo... among other places...)

If I had an HUD with a "pleasure" bar in it, that bar would be almost empty.  (Probably not completely empty or I'd be contemplating suicide.)  This is the sort of situation that many people resolve with large quantities of alcohol and/or ice cream, but I care too much about my health to resort to either.

What's wrong with me, and more importantly, how do I fix it?
  • Mood: Anguish

Journal History


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Because that was recently asked of me.

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It's late evening.  An anthro wolf in a black dress lounges on a bar stool, sipping her drink.  She's got a fine hourglass figure, with breasts as large as her head and a skinny midsection that can somehow support them both.  The wolf's fur is dark red, and her eyes are amber.

You're smitten with her the instant you see her.

You sit down on the bar stool next to her, your heart somehow remaining in your chest.  You manage to speak to her.

"Hi there... beautiful."

She turns to you.  "Oh, hello... cutie."  Her voice goes perfectly with her appearance.

"What brings you here?" you ask.

"Just felt a bit lonely.  This seemed like a good place to meet some nice boys worth having fun with.  And by the looks of things, I'd say I just met one."

She didn't.  She did!  It feels like popcorn is popping in your chest.  You can't form words, but thankfully she speaks again.

"I've got a nice little apartment not far from here.  We could head there together in a few minutes.  We'll be... all by ourselves."

You can't refuse.  She smiles, revealing a pair of fangs among her teeth.

The wolf finishes up her cocktail, then leads you out of the bar and down the street, then up to a lone one-bedroom apartment.  The bed is queen-sized and looks comfy, although you're sure you'll find out firsthand soon enough.

"Step a bit closer," the wolf whispers to you as she locks the door.  "There's something I always do with my guests."

You do as she says, and before you know it she pulls you in and kisses you firmly on the lips.  You're startled at first, but manage to return the kiss.

She works her lips over to your cheek, then down to your neck; you don't resist.  Her fangs penetrate your neck, but it's completely painless, soothing even.

The wolf's tongue dances over your neck.  It tickles.  You're completely lost in the moment; it feels as though you and the wolf are the only two people in existence.

Then she leans in a bit more and begins to drink directly from the wound.  You don't realize what she's doing, or maybe you do and you just don't care.

Slowly, the symptoms of blood loss set in.  You feel dizzy and fatigued.  After a moment, you fall into a deep sleep, never to awaken.

After lapping up the last of your blood, the wolf carries your now-lifeless body into the bathroom and places you gently in the bathtub.  Then she snaps her fingers, creating a magical fire that engulfs your entire body.

When the fire dies down, your corpse has been completely reduced to ash.  Not even your bones are left.

The wolf carefully sweeps up and bags your ashes, then politely throws them away.  Then she shapeshifts into a bat and flies out the window towards her real home, satisfied with her meal.

The police will add your name to a list of people who have disappeared under mysterious circumstances.  Perhaps, one day, the seductive vampire wolf that took your life in addition to countless others' will be discovered and stopped.

Whatever you expected from that foxy wolf you met at the bar, having her drain your body of blood probably wasn't it.
The Foxy Wolf
There are lots of things I could say about this story.  But for the most part I think it speaks for itself.

Romance is difficult for me to write, since I'm asexual.  It's like a foreign language to me.
I'm feeling rather down right now.

I can't think of a single thing I want to do.  I feel like I've exhausted my (already rather limited) usual methods of killing time.  My ego's at a low; I've considered posting another self-depreciative journal entry to coax others to shower me with reassurances, but at this point I'd probably just be kidding myself.  My recent loss in Mario Party 10 didn't help.  (I swear, Peach stole the victory from me!  If she hadn't lucked out in Bob-Omb Combo... among other places...)

If I had an HUD with a "pleasure" bar in it, that bar would be almost empty.  (Probably not completely empty or I'd be contemplating suicide.)  This is the sort of situation that many people resolve with large quantities of alcohol and/or ice cream, but I care too much about my health to resort to either.

What's wrong with me, and more importantly, how do I fix it?
  • Mood: Anguish
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Deep within the royal palace of Crete, a worried-looking black-and-green male cobra sat atop the throne.  He was worried for a very good reason: all of his children had been attacked and dragged away during the Panathenaic Games the week before, and since then he had no idea if any of them had survived.

"Your Highness, King Minos!" a guard called.

The cobra looked up.  "Yes, what is it?"

"Lady Kia wishes to speak with you.  It concerns a business proposition."

King Minos shuddered at this.  Lady Kia was not a nice woman.  She had insisted on the construction of a gigantic maze in Crete, to house her companion, a powerful Mobian bull known only as the Minotaur.  In fact, eyewitness testimony suggested that it had been the Minotaur who had attacked his children during the Games.

"...Escort her in."

Moments later, a female red echidna dressed in black paced into the room.  She adjusted her eyepatch slightly as she approached the throne.

"King Minos.  Well met."

The king couldn't look the echidna in the eyes.

"...I gather that the gratitude is not mutual.  I suppose having one's children kidnapped wouldn't put someone in a good mood."

"What is it you want, Lady Kia?"

"First of all, I want to show you something."

Lady Kia flipped up her eyepatch, revealing her "eye of scrying"-- a small crystal ball she used as a glass eye.  At her direction, King Minos looked into the crystal ball-- and froze at the image that greeted him: a helpless and battered-looking green cobra dressed in blue, chained to a stone wall in a dark chamber somewhere.

"Princess Ariadne... my eldest and brightest child..."

"Your only child, now.  The Minotaur has taken great pleasure in slaughtering each and every one of them, from youngest to oldest, saving the best for last."

King Minos looked crushed; he almost fainted in his throne.  Lady Kia leaned forwards and grabbed the king by the shoulders, pulling him forwards to make eye contact with her again.

"Listen carefully.  One week from today, you will send seven young men and seven young women, all from Athens, to the Labyrinth as sacrifices for the Minotaur.  Do so and your only remaining daughter will be returned to you; do not and she shall be sacrificed instead."

"... ... ..."

"Oh, and there's more.  I expect another fourteen Athenians to be sacrificed on the same day next year, and every year henceforth.  Miss even one and we'll come back for your precious Princess Ariadne."

"Please, Lady Kia, can't you..."

"I stated my terms.  Only if you meet them will your daughter be spared.  I'm not interested in compromise."

There was a long silence as the king pondered his position.  He didn't like the situation he'd been placed in, but he didn't see any way out of it, and he couldn't bear to lose his only remaining child.  Finally, he nodded his head.

"I'm glad you see it my way," the female echidna said.  "Just send the sacrifices to the Labyrinth and I'll take care of the rest."

With that, Lady Kia turned to leave, leaving King Minos in much sorrier spirits than before.  He'd been assured the safety of his eldest daughter, but at a staggering cost.  He was already dreading having to send fourteen Athenian innocents to their doom in the Labyrinth.  He was also dreading having to explain the matter to Queen Pasiphae...
The King and the Minotaur's Keeper -Trade-
Another attempt at my latest trade with lizardman22.  Again, the condition was to focus on an alternate version of one of his characters.  This time I'm working with the Greek-mythology character incarnations that featured in What Lurks Within.  Officially, I'm focusing on Mythical!Kiara-Ne, otherwise known as Lady Kia as well as King Minos (Mythical!Rex Vex, Hisspan's father).

Think of this story as a prequel to the aforementioned one.  In the original mythos King Minos himself ordered the sacrifices, but I thought that would go against Rex's character.  Fortunately, I'd already introduced an alternative character to fit the villainous role.  I attempted to recreate the relevant portion of the original myth to at least a minor degree.

I know 22 is the type to accept my work no matter what quality it is, but I know what he does when I double up my half of a trade under these circumstances.

Kiara-Ne and Rex are © :iconlizardman22:
(The following is the backstory for Wolfen's sci-fi incarnation, agreed upon privately by Wolfen and Paige in case anyone asks about it.)

My name is Wolfen Down.

Years ago, I was nobody special, just a drifter.  I took a job driving a cargo vessel between star systems... I thought it'd be a nice, peaceful job that would allow me to see the sights.

I continued to think that up until the pirate attack happened.

They were a group of intergalactic pirates called the Crew 14; I think that must have been the designation of their first ship or something like that.  They disabled my shuttle with an EMP and forced it to crash-land on a deserted moon.  There was a huge firefight, although it was so one-sided I hesitate to call it that; I could barely fight back.  I remember they blasted my entire right arm off at the shoulder.

As I lay helpless on the ground, they offered me a choice: join them, or be left to die.  They not only promised me wealth and power if I joined them, but they said they'd give me a new arm, too; apparently, the Crew 14 had someone very skilled with cybernetic parts on their side.  I was in no hurry to forgive them, but I was desperate to live, so I joined them.

They had my new cybernetic right arm installed almost immediately, this fancy gold-plated one.  I got used to being a pirate, but I still wanted out.  So one day I took my chance and ran.

I hated the pirates.  I never forgave them for all the misdeeds I saw them do.  And I wanted to make up for all the misdeeds I had to do while I was with them.  That's why I became a mercenary.

I only work for those in the moral right.  And I prefer to stay in the shadows, since the Crew 14 are still out there and I doubt they'll forgive me for betraying them.
Tale of a Sci-Fi Wolf -Trade-
For the first time in too long, I arranged another semi-blind trade with lizardman22.  This time he made an atypical request: I had to focus on an "alternate version" (anti, gender-reversed, species-switched, etc.) of one of his characters.  It just so happened that I'd designed a few such alternates myself for past trades, such as Sci-Fi!Wolfen.  (Technically he's the actual Wolfen pulled into a sci-fi novel and redesigned to suit it, but I believe it still counts.)

For reference: here's the story Sci-Fi!Wolfen debuted in, and here's a picture I later drew of him.

...This seems a little insubstantial.  I think I'm getting sloppy.  Maybe I'll do something more later... not that 22 isn't guaranteed to accept it anyways.

(By the way, that syntax with the exclamation mark-- "version!character"-- makes no sense to me.  I've seen it around often enough that I know how to use it, but still.  Could someone explain it to me?)

Wolfen is © :iconlizardman22:
Paige is © me
"Here you are, ma'am: one large sausage and pepperoni pizza, that'll be 12 pounds; thank you for choosing Fleetfoot Pizza.  ...Why didn't I use the door?  The window was faster; you live on the sixth floor, after all." --Ray

Type of character: Cartoon 'verse (Lolocator)

Name: Ray Edison
Age: Around 20
Gender: M
Race/species: Cheetah ('toon)
Occupation: Deliveryman, Fleetfoot Pizza

Family and associates:
No known relatives.  Single; not looking.  Appears to be in a romantic relationship with one of his coworkers, but it doesn't get in the way of work.

Ray's primary body color is bright yellow, broken up of course by black spots.  His muzzle and chest area are a white with no black spots.  His hands and feet are white, with rough black pawpads.  He has a tall, athletic build, and slightly messy "hair".  His eyes are brown, and his nose is pink.  His tail is about as long as his legs and ends in black-and-white rings.

He wears an unbuttoned red Fleetfoot Pizza jacket with a name tag on it; he wears nothing else.  When making a delivery, he keeps the pizza box strapped to his back via two black straps that attach to the jacket, one horizontal, one vertical.

Ray is committed to his job.  He enjoys making deliveries throughout the neighborhood, and makes an effort to be professional about it.  He values his job integrity, and won't ever shirk his duties for any reason while he's on the clock.

In his spare time, Ray likes to practice his parkour.  He's at his most relaxed when he's running.  He doesn't really like sports; too many rules to memorize and follow.  He's not comfortable being flirted with aggressively.

Being a fast runner is a necessary condition for a 'toon cheetah, and it's certainly one Ray fulfills.  He can run upright as well as on all fours; the latter is used for a raw burst of speed, whereas the former is better for technical running that requires turning and obstacle avoidance.

This leads into Ray's second ability: he's an ace at parkour.  He can run up and down sheer walls with no difficulty, and thanks to the traction his pawpads provide, he can even maintain a stationary three-point perch on a wall for a few minutes.  He has a great sense of direction, too, and knows the town's layout very well.

On a miscellaneous note, he has a strong adaptive ability, and can quickly pick up on and adapt to new and unusual circumstances (which typically consist of particularly quirky customers).

Modus operandi: (down here because it requires knowledge of his abilities)
Ray's not Fleetfoot Pizza's only deliveryman, but he's the best one.  As you may have guessed, he makes his deliveries via parkour, rather than using any sort of vehicle.  Before the delivery, he finds his destination on a GPS screen and mentally plots his course; as I just said, he's quite familiar with the layout of Toon Town.

Depending on the residence, Ray may choose to deliver the pizza at the outside window rather than at the door; this is where his ability to perch on walls comes in handy.  He is paid by the delivery, not by the hour, but he does his job professionally nonetheless.

History: Unwritten / not noteworthy

Misc. info:
Ray is the main reason that Fleetfoot Pizza has been able to maintain a "delivered in 30 minutes or it's free" policy for years without ever having to honor it.  Seriously.  Ever.  Not once has a delivery been late.  And Ray has delivered to Tom Wool's castle.

For reasons unknown, Fleetfoot's pizza boxes render their contents immune to gravity and momentum.  It's a good thing, too; can you imagine what the pizza would otherwise look like once it reached its destination?

Ray's debut was for an RP with Lolocator.  I'm not sure if I'll be using him for anything else, but his profile is here nonetheless.
Character profile: Ray
A profile for a character I used in a recent RP with Lolocator.  Not sure what else to say here.

Ray is © me
Toon Town and other named residents are © :iconlolocator:
Recently I had a discussion with Lolocator regarding how emotionless I am.  He proposed an interesting theory: I'm overwhelmed with unwanted emotions, so I suppress them all and focus on factual things.  At first the theory sounded ridiculous, but now I'm not so sure.  And the whole notion of coping mechanisms seems to be worth exploring.

I can't help but think back to a previous journal entry, about a scene in an iOS game that made me cry when little else could.  I'm certain it's the whole concept of "Screw your sad ending, I'll write my own happy one!" that breaks me, since thinking of that concept by itself provokes a similar reaction.

...Which raises another point that might also be a coping mechanism at work.

I have an abnormally strong preference for just, happy endings over unjust, sad ones.  If a story's ending falls into the latter category, I won't take it very well; sometimes it'll haunt my mind for days.  (I should also note here that my opinion of whether an ending is happy or sad can differ from the author's.)  I've found myself myself composing sequels or alternate endings to those stories in my head, bringing them to end happily.  In fact, that's more or less how and why Screech was created (I'm sure I've mentioned her name several times).  I think that that, in itself, is a coping mechanism; from what little research I've done, it seems to be substitution, although I'm not sure.

But a coping mechanism can't exist without something to cope with.  What am I coping with?  Until I answer that question, there's nothing I can do about it.
  • Mood: Questionable
1. Synopsis and background

The Spooky Scouts is a cartoon show by Sneezing Wolf Studios.  The show debuted shortly after Black and White and Annabelle the Cleaner were canceled, and unlike them, has become a huge hit; in fact, as of this writing it's begun its third season.  Its success is believed to be due to its even mix between humor and action, unlike the aforementioned two shows which tended towards opposite extremes of the spectrum.

The show stars the titular Spooky Scouts, a Halloween-themed, Eagle Scout-like team of five scouts.  The Scouts vary in appearance and personality, and their differences can lead to conflict among them, but they're capable of working together to overcome any obstacle.  They tackle various Scout activities together, including practicing survival skills, helping those in need, and of course, selling Spooky Scout cookies door-to-door.

2. Main characters

Crimson the vampire bat is the unofficial leader of the team.  She's level-headed and can keep calm when the other Scouts can't; to this end, she's typically the one to rein in the other Scouts when they misbehave.  She's often seen drinking from a red juice box marked "AB+".

Alexa the black cat / witch is a huge bookworm; books are like catnip to her, and it's hard to tear her away from one.  Reading is her favorite pastime by far, and there's no limit to what she'll read.  Due to this, she has a wide berth of knowledge on many subjects, and it's not uncommon for her to quote passages from books relating to the current situation.

Rover the werewolf is something of a ditz.  More often than not, he tends to behave more like an over-sized puppy dog than a person, which has resulted in more than one hilarious incident between him and Alexa.  He's the most agile of the Scouts, and is excellent at tracking by scent.

Finn the swamp monster is a huge neat freak.  He doesn't tolerate messiness, be it his own or anyone else's, and he always towels himself off thoroughly as soon as he leaves the water.  He's also the most formal Scout of the five, using pleases and thank-yous without fail and addressing Crimson as "Captain".  His keen eye for detail is his most valuable asset, though his agility in the water is nothing to sneeze at either.

Spin the black widow is rather hotheaded.  She believes her solution to a problem (usually involving brute force or a spider web) is always the best, and isn't good at thinking before acting.  She calms down more easily when she's spinning webs.  Her physical strength is superior to any other Scout's, and she knows it.

3. Trivia

One of the best-known pieces of promo art of The Spooky Scouts features the five Scouts standing in a line on a moonlit sidewalk, each one displaying a box of Spooky Scout cookies in their own way.  From left to right: Spin dangles her box (Spidersilk Coconut Stripes) from her hand by a web strand, Alexa levitates her box (Black Magic Peanut Butter) with magic, Crimson holds her box (Bloody Strawberry Icing) normally, Finn also holds his box (Monster Mint) normally while looking at Rover and cringing, and Rover sits on all fours holding his box (Full Moon Vanilla) in his mouth.

In contexts relating directly to the show, Rover will often take the place of the drippy-nosed wolf in the Sneezing Wolf Studios logo.

When the show was in its first season, SWS partnered with a sweets company to produce boxes of actual Spooky Scout cookies to sell in stores, in order to promote the show.  Nowadays, those boxes are considered collector's items, although rumor has it they're planning a second run due to popular demand.
Wiki: The Spooky Scouts
Have you ever had an idea, and it just kept growing and growing in your head, and you knew it had a huge block of potential?  I think that's what I've got here.  That and I've been meaning to expand the SWS circle.

All named characters and concepts are © me
Party popper misfired; birthday boy killed.
Happy Birthday
Don'tcha just love it when emotions contrast like this?


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JacobA1997 Featured By Owner Edited 20 hours ago
Interface, this is the real apology. I'm truly sorry for all the negative things I've said to you and I didn't mean any of it.

I'm sorry for hating you
I'm sorry for cussing at you
I'm sorry for yelling at you
and... *begins to cry*
I'm sorry for being the worst friend to you

and what you said to me to go soak my head in battery acid, I hope you didn't mean to say that. 

I'm truly sorry interface
I'm truly sorry :'( :'( :'(

please reply to this message :'(
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ColorTheSnowbreon Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2015  Student Writer
hihi i was wondering if I can make a comission again ^^;
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ragtagwarrior Featured By Owner Jul 19, 2015
Hey, Interface. Have you played a game called: Secret of Evermore? I think it might be something you'd like to try.
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lizardman22 Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy (late) birthday, mate
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Gigantlover20 Featured By Owner May 31, 2015
Happy birthday man.
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Joeycool1210 Featured By Owner May 31, 2015
Happy birthday.
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ragtagwarrior Featured By Owner May 31, 2015
Happy Birthday, Interface.
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Basher954 Featured By Owner May 31, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Happy Birthday! :party: :cake: :iconlachoirplz:
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Kathalia Featured By Owner May 31, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday!
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nndragon4 Featured By Owner May 31, 2015  Student Writer
Sorry if My reply made me sound like a jerk. When I sent it I forgot to add this. But I Could say hi every now and then and comment on your work
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nndragon4 Featured By Owner May 31, 2015  Student Writer
Happy birthday
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bogm0nst3r Featured By Owner May 31, 2015
Happy birthday.
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Tmaneea Featured By Owner May 30, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday! I hope it's a good one.
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hesperidia Featured By Owner May 26, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy (upcoming) birthday!
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ragtagwarrior Featured By Owner May 2, 2015
To answer your question, Interface. Your generalized work attracts anyone who finds it interesting. If you narrowed your interests into a few things, you'd only attract anyone with a shared interest in that subject.

For example, if you just wrote stories based around the Legend of Zelda games, you'd attract fans of those games. The same goes for any franchise regardless of whether it's popular or obscure. Given your preference to work in familiar and unfamiliar territories, the audience you tend to draw in reflects this.
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Clockblockers Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
By the way, I've figured out how to export the xcf file into a png file. Yes, I am an immature little bast(urd)ard.
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lizardman22 Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
thank you so very much for the points, Mate
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ColorTheSnowbreon Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2014  Student Writer
Hellos do you do requests?:3
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Wolfertech Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I chalange you to say something possitive! ;p and I don't mean saying "five" or "Proton" or anything like that! ;)
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