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KJGlitterGeek

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  • Feb 19
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This desert is fuckin' sizzlin'. I don't mean it in a good way, either; I've forgotten how high a temperature this place's got - England was much better, much much better ... Well, everything's better when your husband's beside you, which he isn't right now because he's after his nemesis/your best friend all the way to France and all he left was a frickin' post-it note with a huge smiley fucking face for every 'O' ... *ahem* ... Rambling. Sorry. Since my honeymoon period's over, and rather than going on a goosehunt in Paris I'd rather come back here and get a breath of fresh homeland air which smells shittier than I remembered. But serio
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Well, well.

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Flay me and slay me and hang me on the gallows -- I'm fucking alive. Fuck. After all that mayhem . . . All those massacres and deaths Alive. *sighs* Okay, first, apologies for disappearing like that. I was . . . Ah, long story. Let's just say it involved Japan, zombies, and lots and lots of blood. Oh, and abduction. . . . *sighs* . . . Really, I'd love to explain more, but I -- I have to pack things up, and there's so much I need to take with me, these plant seeds . . . These diamonds I stole . . . . . . Right. I should tell you something this, this is imporatant ; I'm not staying here for long. I'm taking a trip. To England. It'll
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 I've got two men on me.  Aw, don't let your mind go to the gutters so quick.  They're the two younger Walters. They're protecting me from the rubble.  The rubble that toppled onto us when we were scavenging the junkyard.  And now my boys are dead...Their batteries, that is...I'm...screwed.  The whiskey in my emergency bottle just ran out too.  I'm really screwed.  I also heard someone crying a while ago...  ...But that might just be me.  Fuck.
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...Glitter? Is this a bad time?

*Dee spoke into the intercom; It had been some time since she had visited with the Moriarties, especially after what had happened before with Jim's working fiasco, but she assumed that should she come to them this time with an outfit she put some thought into, a bag of loose leaf tea, and a batch of cookies(did Glitter need to eat normally now? she didn't know)*

I know typically we make plans beforehand but I realized it was around tea time...
...Quite a bad time. But a bad time is a good time, no?

*the doors clicked, and the middle-aged Walter was the one to greet her first, along with his master Ha Na; that hair, although still black, had a sheen of red, and along with those crazed, bright eyes it was a stark reminder of who she was related to*

*she was also still wearing surgical gloves; and a good deal of blood was on her fingertips* It is tea time, yes. Why don't we take it to my office? Walter?

*he held his hands out to ask to hold Dee's visitor items for her, and a worker excused herself to get out, eyeing Dee suspiciously*

...No, she's not here for the program. *which earned a relieved face from the woman before she left* Follow me, dear.
Depends on what you consider a bad time. Or a good time.

*Dee smiled warmly up at Walter and peered over to Glitter to share that warmth; although she mentally flinched at those red eyes she didn't falter, reminding herself that the woman was not Chi-An and at least not a threat to her*

*Although the lineage didn't bother her, the blood certainly did and she gulped, visibly paling as she nodded, handing the things to Walter and stepping inside, remaining silent until the employee left*

...what sort of program are you working on now? It...didn't seem very popular, looking at that reaction...

But how are you, Glitter? It's been too long.
Hmm? 

Oh, you'll see. Maybe you wouldn't want to, but you'll see anyway.

*heels clacking on the marble floor; she was dressed like she was going to a gala when in all truth she was just working in her lab, and the old, smiling Walter opened the door to the office; lavish and gothic, sitting over her gigantic couch*

I'm very well, thank you. It's definitely an advantage when you can't get sick from your own poison anymore - Oh.

*Oliver narrowed his eyes when he peeked through the door; he didn't expect Dee to be there*

They need you down at the lab.

*Glitter tisked, although it was followed by a grin, standing up* See? Let's move over and have some tea there. Oh, do you want me to use your blend, Dee?
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Darliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.

I'm bored. Notice me.


*he barged into her greenhouse with a dress across his shoulder; velvety and expensive, he also held a champagne bottle and two drinking glasses in hand*

*started to get irritated when she didn't answer, but still smiling to the deadly trees and shrubs and flowers*

Notice meeeeeeeeeee.
No. 

*she was hanging on the largest tree's branch, typing away on her pad, eyebrows furrowed into one bar, mouth pushed into a big pout; something wasn't going as planned - and her hair and eyes were getting redder and redder by the minute*

She's not reacting well. I have to make sure she gets alright soon or this tree'll die...

...Can't have that. *she shook her head at him glumly*
Oh, no. Poor thing!

*he was still there, and still held a smile - although his eyes went wide as he pulled out his gun*

I guess I have to force you to notice me then. *aimed for her, closed one eye to make sure it hits the mark*

Notice me.