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To start it off, I really love your shading techniques. As well as the 'rock' wall. Since I'm Asian, the grass and fur stroke and outli...


Holy f**king s**t... I LUV IT XDD The shading on him is very good and I love how you did the glowing energon stripes and glowing visor....


To start things off, I love the coloring of this. Where you put each leather 'band' and where you added the red and brown is perfectly ...


Getting right to the point, I love the lighting. It fits the scene fairly well. The Decepticon logo can't be absolutely perfect but it'...

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Sick!Flowey x Reader
A/N: Just a side note before you begin reading, the reader is a six year old girl that has a high interest in nature. So of course trying to be friends with a TALKING FLOWER would be a dream come true. Anywho, I feel like Flowey is a bit OOC, so I apologize in advance for that.
Flowey was perched on the window window sill at the moment, and Asgore was out shopping and what not this winter day. Leaving Flowey alone in the Dreemur house on the surface. Which was how he usually liked it, if he wasn’t feeling like trash. His petals and head felt hot, and he figured he had a fever. Despite this, he found himself shivering as his flower body was freezing despite the heat. Outside it was snowing hard, and if the winds picked up any further it would be considered a blizzard.
Usually Flowey would laugh every time a human was pushed over by the wind, or slipped on the ice. But right now, he covered his mouth by one of his vines and coughed painfully. He groaned as his petals drooped
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Espionage and its Outcomes...
I was thinking randomly, so I decided to do something about it. I'm writing some random crap with an OC called Nightblade who is a spy for the Autobots but eventually goes neutral because she doesn't want to hurt the cons any more. So have some fluff!
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I can't do this any more. The Autobots were wrong...So very wrong...The Decepticons may be a bit violent, but they care so much about each other. This statement was finally confirmed to me during the previous battle. Breakdown had been recently injured badly in the battle, and Knockout didn't recharge for three megacycles (days) until his partner was awake and okay. My mentor in Decepticon behavior, Thunderbolt, defended her teammates with her life, and I watched her grieve for her brother Grimstone. Who I also got to know fairly well. He was a nice mech, and a very skilled in medical, taught personally by Thunderbolt. 'Lord' Megatron even allowed Thunderbolt a couple mega-cycles off of her duties to allow her to
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Thunderbolt (Profile Final Update)
I need to stop editing my OC's T_T
General Info:

Name (current): Thunderbolt
Middle Name: None
Last Name: None
Age (human years): 30
Nicknames: Thunder
Code Name: None
Gender: Femme (female)
Designation: Decepticons
Franchise: Transformers Prime (main) and Transformers Animated

Physical Appearance:

Main Plating: Yellow and Red
Intricate Spikes: Red spiked bands on wrists; sharp-tipped hip plating; golden crown spike
Optic Color: Golden yellow
Height (human feet): 17.7 feet
Helm: Golden helm with 'crown' (TFA Thunderbolt [different from Tfp])
Ground-based/Air Borne: Air Borne
Ground-based Mode: Not ground-based
Air Borne Mode: Sleek Class 1 Cybertronian Fighter Jet
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A/N: Just a side note before you begin reading, the reader is a six year old girl that has a high interest in nature. So of course trying to be friends with a TALKING FLOWER would be a dream come true. Anywho, I feel like Flowey is a bit OOC, so I apologize in advance for that.

Flowey was perched on the window window sill at the moment, and Asgore was out shopping and what not this winter day. Leaving Flowey alone in the Dreemur house on the surface. Which was how he usually liked it, if he wasn’t feeling like trash. His petals and head felt hot, and he figured he had a fever. Despite this, he found himself shivering as his flower body was freezing despite the heat. Outside it was snowing hard, and if the winds picked up any further it would be considered a blizzard.

Usually Flowey would laugh every time a human was pushed over by the wind, or slipped on the ice. But right now, he covered his mouth by one of his vines and coughed painfully. He groaned as his petals drooped down and he felt dizzy. Glancing over at the clock, it read 12:50. Toriel and that smiley trashbag would probably be back soon from the school if they let out early. Then he groaned again when he realized that (y/n) would be coming over today. She was going to see him like this...It was embarrassing enough to be sick…

Speak of the devils, Toriel had indeed come home early due to the blizzard cancelling out the rest of the school day. Flowey could feel the wind rush in when Toriel had opened the door, and he shivered from the freezing weather. Toriel was holding the six year old (y/n) tightly and immediately closed the door while Sans teleported inside.

“Hello sunflower,” Sans grinned as he glared at Flowey. “Where’s King Asgore?”

“Out,” Flowey merely replied bitterly with a low growl, careful to keep the hoarseness out of his voice.

Sans narrowed his eye sockets at the flower before shrugging an ‘ok’ and went into the kitchen for some ketchup. As he did, (y/n) took off her coat and waved a small hello at Flowey. Not saying anything per usual. Flowey huffed to himself and looked out the window, ignoring her. (y/n) looked confused, though Toriel didn’t seem to notice.

“Would you like some butterscotch and cinnamon pie my child?” Toriel asked. (y/n) nodded and when Toriel left, (y/n) took the opportunity to go over and talk to Flowey.

“Hi Flowey,” (y/n) greeting quietly when she walked over and looked out the window with him.

Flowey hesitated for a bit before answering, “Hi…”

His voice was much more hoarse than he intended and mentally slapped himself. (y/n) looked at him worriedly. “Are you alright, Flowey?”

“I'm fine,” Flowey stated plainly, before coughing a couple times into his vine. Embarrassment made his flower body heat up further which made him groan quietly in pain.

(y/n) frowned and placed her hand on his head and immediately yanked it back. “You’re burning up Flowey...When did this start?”

“.....Yesterday…” Flowey muttered, smart enough to figure that this wasn't exactly the time to be lying. (y/n) frowned more.

“I didn't think plants could get sick…”

“I ain’t a normal plant!” Flowey complained with a shout, causing him to go into a coughing fit. (y/n) gently rubbed the back of his plant head and Flowey soon stopped.

“Thanks…” he croaked out. (y/n) smiled and nodded when Toriel walked back into the room.

“My child, your pie is getting cold,” Toriel smiled before walking back into the kitchen.

(y/n) nodded and picked up Flowey and followed Toriel. Flowey sneezed into his vine and (y/n)’s grip on the flower pot increased. She spotted the pie on the table and took a piece with her to her room/guest room. Right before she made it out of the kitchen though, Toriel stopped her.

“Where are going, (y/n)?” Toriel asked.

The small (y/n) made a small gesture, saying she was going to work on her homework in her room and eat there. Toriel looked over at Flowey, who looked away not wanting her to see his weak expression, and she nodded and left (y/n) with Flowey. (y/n) left and headed upstairs when this time, Sans interrupted her.

“Where ya going, kid?” Sans huffed from the couch, drinking his ketchup.

(y/n) signalled the same thing. Homework.

“And the weed?” Sans asked suspiciously. His left eyes started glowing blue.

Flowey’s face was blocked from Sans’ view but she heard him snarl weakly as his head leaned against her. She signalled, homework help.

“I’ll come with-” he was interrupted.

“No, Sans,” (y/n) stated firmly, her tone inviting no further conflict, making Sans flinch. “Flowey is coming with me.”

Sans gaped at her and the fact she just spoke as she walked up to her room without another word. Leaving a slightly stunned Sans behind.

“That six year old has an attitude…” Sans mumbled before going back to drinking his ketchup.

In (y/n)’s room, (y/n) had placed Flowey on a desk. He had started coughing again, but kept refusing (y/n)’s help.

“I'm fine, (y/n)! It’s just a cough!” Flowey declared between coughs and a sore throat. Deeming it embarrassing to be taken care of by a six year old. (y/n) was trying to take his temperature, but he kept moving away from the thermometer.

“Come on, Flowey. Hold still,” (y/n) huffed in exasperation before finally managing to stick the thermometer in his mouth. He pouted at her and the thermometer read 108.8*F. (y/n)’s eyes widened and Flowey spat out the thermometer.

“I'm fine, (y/n)! I told you, it’s just a small cough!” Flowey protested, but could feel himself growing hotter and even more dizzy.

(y/n) ignored his protests and said, “Hang on. I’ll be right back.”

She left Flowey in the room and went downstairs. Sans was asleep, so she snuck past him and into the kitchen. Toriel wasn't there so she grabbed a small bowl and filled it with cold water and ice. She also grabbed a small towel from a cabinet and snuck past Sans again carefully. He shifted and (y/n) froze in place. She waited tensely still before Sans snored and she relaxed with an exhale. Sighing, she went into her room and shut the door. Flowey had indeed waited quietly, much to her surprise, but was drooped over limply. A small groan emitted from the flower and (y/n) frowned.

“Flowey?” she asked quietly, earning a small huff of acknowledgement in return.

(y/n) walked over to Flowey and set the bowl of water on the floor. She picked up the ailing flower and sat down with him in her lap. She picked up the small towel and soaked it in the cold water, before squeezing it damp.

Flowey protested hoarsely and weakly that he didn't want to be taken care of, but (y/n) ignored him and dabbed the towel lightly on his face. His protests immediately ceased as he realized how good the water felt on his face. It cooled down his fever by a bit, and he resisted a sigh of content as (y/n) continued to softly rub water onto his face/forehead with the towel. She did this for around three minutes and Flowey didn't complain.

Afterwards, (y/n) grabbed her pie and fed some to Flowey. It wasn't the healthiest thing for him, but (y/n) insisted on him eating something.

She glanced at the clock. It read 1:45. With the snow she was sure that she’d have to spend the night. But something told her Flowey was going to need more help than her amateur assistance. (y/n) stood up and walked over to the door to let Toriel know that Flowey was sick when a vine suddenly blocked the handle, not letting her leave. (y/n) turned to Flowey to see that he had purposely stopped her, but was almost too weak to really sustain that long of a vine.

(y/n) gave him a confused look and Flowey merely shook his head, not wasting any energy on talking. She smiled softly before walking back over and sat next to him.

“Let me guess...You're ego is too large to let anyone, or anyone else, help you?” (y/n) teased softly with a sigh. Flowey turned his head away from her and retracted his vine before nodding.

(y/n) sighed with a small smile before placing him in her lap again. “Ok...So...just me, huh.”

Flowey nodded again tiredly before letting out a yawn. (y/n) smiled before standing, holding the flower pot, and went to turn off the lights. After she did so she picked up a small blanket and sat on the bed. She placed Flowey on her lap and gently draped the blanket around his flower body. He leaned against her chest weakly like it was a pillow and yawned again. (y/n) gently began to rub his petals, making him purr quietly in content. She smiled a bit more and continued, lulling him to sleep with the rhythmic strokes. Flowey yawned once more and closed his eyes. “(y/n)?....”

The young child looked at him. “Yes, Flowey?”

He hesitated before muttering tiredly, “Thank you...For...well...you know…”

(y/n) chuckled softly, knowing he wasn't going to elaborate on anything exact. And she didn't need him to. “Of course, Flowey...Now go to sleep...I'll be here when you wake up…”

Flowey gave a very small smile, but it was still a smile, before falling asleep. Just before he slipped into a relieving sleep, he changed his mind a bit about (y/n). And that for a six year old, she was quite smart and gentle...And also that he was glad she was young. For he was sure the others would never do this for him…

(y/n) sighed silently and smiled down at the sleeping flower. She continued to rub his petals, making sure he was content even in his sleep.

Sick!Flowey x Reader
Just some fluff to get back into writing :P Lemme know if someone wants a part two
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I've been officially been deemed a psycho...Apparently constant and violent mood swings are in need of "psycho pills" prescribed once a night. I overheard something about being mentally unstable and in need of therapy. Again. Primus dammit
So, I usually don't make journals regarding random chains of thought, but I decided to make one just out of spite and maybe people might be interested or even agree with me. This journal sort of covers some different topics based on fanfiction, such as tips on writing a good fanfiction. Or overall pros and cons I spot often when reading Transformers fics. This journal is also comprised of personal opinions, so if you do not agree with me, I'd actually like to hear your thoughts as long as they are phrased politely. If you read this journal, I appreciate you spending your time reading through my thoughts and such.

To start off, I've recently been getting into reading Transformers fics on fanfiction.net. It is a very since site writers should check out. And one thing I began to notice is my preferences. I am completely honest when I say that I absolutely despise Mary sues. They are over powered and frustrate me with their 'kryptonite weakness' which means they have one weakness and it's so small or hard to obtain that it's annoying. Don't get me wrong, I have an oc that is sort of Mary sue myself. But the only time I ever use her that way is when someone roleplays with me, and brings out their own Mary sue. When writing a fanfiction though, Mary sues are just overall impossible to read because they are OP to the point where the story is no longer interesting.

The second thing I noted is that writers online I read often complain about OOC characters. I while I do agree that they hard to read at times, when done right I actually like reading OOC characters, or at least don't mind. The authors who can write a fanfic with an OOC character and make me enthralled with the story, wanting to read more, are some of the authors I love the most because of the way their stories are formatted. Those writers are truly talented, and they make me want to improve my own writing more and more.

Next up is some tips overall I'd like to give to aspiring writers. First of all, make sure you know where to add paragraphs. You actually want to write fanfictions like you would write an essay. Speaking lines get a separate paragraph, with the name addressed to it unless it's a back and forth conversation. Which is the only exception. When a writer doesn't and paragraphs, it makes the story overall very hard to read because readers become confused over who is speaking and when. My second tip is to make sure your spelling and grammar is correct, and read over your stuff once or preferably two to three times before posting it. I know that no one will get all the spelling errors, and even I look through my stuff and finds tons of errors. But at least going through will decrease the amount of errors in a fanfiction. Personally, I feel uncomfortable when someone has too many spelling or grammatical errors in a story. A couple to maybe even ten mistakes is fine, but when someone has like twenty mistakes in one paragraph, I get a bit annoyed.

And now I talk about slightly mature stuff. Just a disclaimer, I've only read up to rated M. Not A. Adult is too much for me, so this is based off what I've read before. If you feel uncomfortable with this topic, please skip to the next paragraph, and do not criticize me on it. I will be using certain words, so if you have been warned. It is not my fault now if you start to feel uncomfortable. So fanfics involving slash....I actually quite like them not because of the sex and nudity, but because it opens to me a different style of writing. I'm not interested in items such as r-a-p-e and frankly frown upon the act. What I find attracting is how I can visualize the horror, and how the writer is capable of being able to write such a scene so well. Even with fight scenes I see written, it's amazing how I can visualize everything. Every detail is imaginable, and I love being able to go so deep into a story like that. How intimate writers can be with sex scenes and slash. This paragraph is basically me explaining what I think about slash and especially sex scenes. R-a-p-e, while I despise the act, is very interesting to read because of how people who write it are very good at it. The scenes are detailed, the emotions go full swing, and like I said, it's very well formatted.

Overall, fanfictions to me are supposed to show thoughts and scenes visualized and brought into being. Which is why I strive to improve my writing and write constantly. Even though I don't post 95% of everything I write. Thank you for reading this list of crap, and I honestly don't expect much.

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ElfGirlCait Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2017  Student General Artist
hellooooo?
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nightshade145 Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2017  Student General Artist
Hi. sorry I've been out of town and busy because of that.
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ElfGirlCait Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2017  Student General Artist
okay then. :3
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[start here?]
I sigh as I was just returning from a long day of college classes and i set up my computer to begin playing some minecraft. I grin as i log into my fave server TimeCraft under my user name Elf_Girl_Caitlin. "okay...time to play~!" I had already done my homework in between classes and lunch so I was treating myself to some much needed downtime... [plan is i get sucked into the game.]
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(ye and ok)

The server loaded along with the music and such.
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ElfGirlCait Featured By Owner Mar 3, 2017  Student General Artist
I grin as i started playing, "hehe ok let's see how my farm is doing?" I smile as i made my character head to the little farm where my vegetables and wheat was growing. i harvested a few carrots and planed a few. I then got my character ready to go and look for ore in a cave system i found yesterday. "okay...got my new iron sword...got my shield and a few steaks and a cooked chicken...got torches....and my iron pickax...okay let's take on this cave!" I smile as i enter the cave and start searching. I grin, "Oh more coal...can't go wrong with that." I started to mine it.
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The computer kept glowing occasionally, and sometimes things seemed real.
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❤ Happy new year!Give this heart to everyone you don't want to lose in "2017" including me if you care. Try to collect 12 it's not easy! Be honest and send this to anyone who made u smile this year💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟 💫💌
 
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i would, if I didn't dislike chain mail
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Haha, I see.  It's alright. :)
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