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Hey everybody! This an open le
An Open Letter
Hey everybody! This an open letter the community, but this is directly aimed towards the people I used to talk here on a regular basis (y'all know who you are!). I just have a few things I wanted to say.
1) You guys are awesome. No, seriously, you guys rock. You guys gave me a rock that I could tether myself to during some of the roughest periods of my life (so far >.> ) . If any of you ever want to talk, or get together, let me know via a note and we'll work something out (Skype, Axon, actually meeting, who knows? Adventure awaits! :P ). Which brings me to my second point >.>
2) I'm sure some of you have seen the writing on the wall (no pun intended), but I believe I am officially done with DeviantArt. I'm working too hard and have too many obligations to maintain any kind of consistency in terms of this site and producing content. I'm good at pumping out massive amounts in short periods, but long term I'm just no good at right now :P I might return in a few years, so I
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All I Know
All I seemed to know was you,
And I can barely remember the rest,
(Why would I?)
I let you take me to the sky,
I feel this truth is insane,
(How…?)
The most evil of lies.
(I'll be by your side)
I feel like I am a reason, you died.
(You weren't strong enough)
I know its conceited,
(I wasn't there)
But I should've tried,
(I shouldn't have that choice)
To show you…
No, I would have had to force you,
To make you recognize that you were
(Deserted)
Everything in my eyes,
(You still are)
I feel like if you had known
(If I'd acted),
Then maybe I could have lived up to it
(Maybe if I'd been there);
Lived up to being your strength.
(Maybe if I'd been there)
I think maybe you would have cheated Death
(Why only me?),
At that final turn
(He was better)
But as it is there's nothing left
(Memories and photographs)
But sad attempts to earn
(Undeserved)
The heart of a dead woman for whom I still yearn.
(Kayla..)
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Modern D+D Variant For Zombies
Okay, so OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS IS GOING TO KILL ME. But its awesome, so its okay.
Lets start out with the basics: A buddy of mine and myself were tossing this idea around for a few months. We've recently decided to do a real-life variant for D&D because we're both hopelessly out of shape and winning a game is phenomenal motivation for guys like us.We decided, what the hell, might as well implement the zombie bit with it too, and just see how it goes. I'm REALLY excited about this, because it means revamping almost the entire game to fit the scenario. For those of you who play, you know how big of a challenge this is. For those who aren't, the Player's Manual alone for the original game is roughly 390 pages long. There's 3 essential manuals, and the PM is one of the smaller ones.
Base Stats: Still the same.
Classes: Will need to be revamped, rewired, and almost completely recreated. Assume a tree-life hierarchy, with the ability to multiclass, but by multiclassing certain classe
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This Is...Me.
Why would I want to live here? Nothing of immense good has happened to me in this place, and this city for me is filled with sorrow. How could I stay here and ever be truly happy? I have spent my life here going from bad to worse, relying on a sport to keep me sane and fast friends that always left to keep me company. Of the good, I have few names of people, a few names of places, and the names of a good many restaurants and food I've been hard pressed to find elsewhere.  Of the bad, I have many names, many places, and surprisingly few complaints about the food. From as far as I can remember, I was subject to whims. The whims of distaste of my step father and his family (many of whom were surprisingly decent people when on their own and away from their blood-kind), the whims of one of my two only friends as a child (towards which, unfortunately, my conscience has never felt entirely clear), and the whims of fate.
Fate…has not been kind to the people I cherish the most. F
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Call Me Blank
Call me Blank,
This is the story of my life,
It starts with a sheet of paper,
An empty score and a pen,
There's this kid sitting at a desk,
He picks it up and starts to test himself,
Quarter note here beside the half rest,
He stops short and puts it on the shelf.
Each life is a piece of music yet to be composed
Each person a falling petal off of someone else's rose,
Each moment a chance to let yourself fly.
Each breath hoping to have your breath taken away.
Halfway through there's a girl,
An empty canvas is a place to play,
She went wild and slipped away,
Day after day after day,
Then once upon a time there were no more days.
Each life is a piece of music yet to be composed
Each person a falling petal off of someone else's rose,
Each moment a chance to let yourself fly.
Each breath wanting to have your breath taken away.
And now come to today,
Still just waiting for everything to fade to grey,
There's a girl with a pen that glows,
She's writes her stories with a cursive that flows,
The
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Let's Go
(Left, right, left right left,
Left, right, left right left,
Left, right, left right left,)
Four brick walls,
A cacophony of adolescent calls,
Why is this so hard?

This isn't exactly what it seems,
A chorus of discarded pipe dreams
This reality is coming apart at the seams,
There's a rock and you're the hard place,
And of course I'm caught in between.
Turn the engine and off we go,
Looking for somewhere to call our own
A house isn't necessarily a home,
Hoping and waiting that maybe one of these days,
We'll both learn to let go.
It's the middle of a gorgeous summer day,
I'm wishing it was black as night today,
Sparkling hair in misleading light,
For once its time to actually fight.
This heat is choking me to death
And you're avoiding me like there's nothing left,
It seems to me like you're deaf,
Or maybe you've just decided not to hear the words I say
And every day;
Every day I have to think about how things went this way,
Trying to find the words to say that if you give me the c
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Let's Go
(Left, right, left right left,
Left, right, left right left,
Left, right, left right left,)
Four brick walls,
A cacophony of adolescent calls,
Why is this so hard?

This isn't exactly what it seems,
A chorus of discarded pipe dreams
This reality is coming apart at the seams,
There's a rock and you're the hard place,
And of course I'm caught in between.
Turn the engine and off we go,
Looking for somewhere to call our own
A house isn't necessarily a home,
Hoping and waiting that maybe one of these days,
We'll both learn to let go.
It's the middle of a gorgeous summer day,
I'm wishing it was black as night today,
Sparkling hair in misleading light,
For once its time to actually fight.
This heat is choking me to death
And you're avoiding me like there's nothing left,
It seems to me like you're deaf,
Or maybe you've just decided not to hear the words I say
And every day;
Every day I have to think about how things went this way,
Trying to find the words to say that if you give me the c
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Days of Summer
There's no more room in life for dreams,
Sick and tired of all the games
All the plotting for personal gain
Every voice is one that screams
Of all the noises that my life makes,
All I can seem to hear is hate,
Thoughts still linger of the things I could create,
What would you create?
This is the last ditch effort on my first chance,
Can't stand the idea of waiting for another,
In the fleeting white-hot days of summer,
This is all that's on my mind.
Each new sunrise brings a new day,
Doesn't matter anyways,
Just wipe the slate and keep it clean,
Slip through the cracks in-between,
Nothing changes without a change of view,
Nothing good is nothing new.
Slow and steady wins the race,
But good people die or come in last place
Be careful about the things you wish for,
Why should I even care anymore?
Keep it quiet and back it up,
It's something they don't need to know,
I'm worn out and stuck,
So let's keep it quiet and take it slow.
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All Along
You know, you'd be better off if you didn't always think the worst was always going to happen. I mean, seriously, what's the worst that could happen? You're wrong once in a while?
No. You could die.

High wind's coming down,
Rain rolls through the town
Running through the halls,
Screaming out as I fall,
I hit the floor,
Waking up and sinking more.
Hitting walls and kicking stones
Looking up and no one knows,
How it happened or when you knew,
All we knew was not the truth
Here is nowhere and nowheres gone.
Black masked men and holy ghosts
And here's my pit, post to post
The black is here without the light
Like weeping stars, eternal night;
Hitting walls and kicking stones
Looking up and no one knows,
How it happened or when you knew,
All we knew was not the truth
Here is nowhere, somewhere gone
Life was a shadow all along.
Hitting the highway drinking 40s
Girls that love boys make beautiful toys,
Life makes losers
Life makes boozers,
Idiots, assholes and abusers,
Life makes life h
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May 15th, 2011
And I'm supposed to be the wise one,
The Sage,
The calm one that's sane,
And I'm supposed to be able to take anything.
But it gets harder and harder to wake up each morning
When dreams are of people I can't see,
And knowing I'll never be able to again;
How is life worth living
When each day I have to convince myself it is?
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Reboot - Prologue
My name is Alaric. I'm what used to pass as a troubled teenager. I got into more fights than I would ever care to remember, its what I did to pass the time. Anger and bitterness had taken over. Then the Great Plague came. It wrested what little I'd ever possessed away from me. It should've killed me; to this day, I'm the only survivor who passed through it before the cure was released to the general public. The experience changed me, in many ways. It rewired my brain in ways that no doctor alive understood. I was stronger, smarter, faster and more resilient than any other human. By accident, I learned that I could push things with a thought; by now, I can manipulate objects on a whim. I watched as someone hit the restart button on humanity…on the world. I was eighteen when the world died. Since then, I've watched as Mother Nature nurtured her world back to the pristine place it used to be. I've watched as the human race was sent back to the Stone Age, and set about returning to
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Help Me
You told me I was leader; you said when I talked people listened, that people respected me. You lied. People don't respect me, people just think I know more than them so they're hoping to pick up on something when I'm speaking. People don't respect me; people barely even tolerate me, they just think I know things they don't.
Step after step after hitting the dirt,
Hitting the floor;
Hitting the wall,
Each time I stop moving it hurts,
Each step I take it burns,
Every move that I make I make it worse,
But what else can I do,
Besides writing songs?
What do you do when everything's wrong?
When the world's turned upside down and everything's gone?
I'm not asking for the world to solve my problems,
But maybe I can't solve them,
I'm not asking a god for an angel,
But I know I could use one.
Voices are echoing through the halls,
They're calling my name
But I'm pretty sure I don't care at all,
I'm sick and tired of my life feeling like a game,
The story is a joke,
The characters just mak
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Bastard Son of Mourning
White-hot anger,
Flying bold on black wings
Our people die in waves of thousands,
While some god's Angels gladly sing.
For three hundred years we've waited,
Sitting silently on somber shores,
Now's the time we take our chance on flight,
The Bastard sons of the Mourning Star.
Dead to rights we walk alive,
Even as we swat away corpse stalking flies,
Our brothers,
Our sisters,
We've left behind
(Dead)
We're moving forward
(Buried)
Through God's Angels
(Gone)
Their sickening hypocrisy
(Murdered)
Your lies.
We are what you see in the shadows,
Everything that goes bump in the night,
We are the monsters from which they warn you,
(An image)
The dead who walk alive
(A lie)
We stand amongst the fallen,
Who fought against the skies,
(It rained fire)
We stand amongst the blinded,
Who still see clearly through your mind.
(We fight to die)
Dead to rights we walk alive,
Though long ago we should have died
Your secrecy cost us everything,
Your stubbornness, their lives,
(Mine)
The masses stand and che
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Waves of Thousands
White-hot anger,
Flying bold on black wings
Our people die in waves of thousands,
While some god's  Angels gladly sing.
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Gift of an Angel
Lately I've been falling,
Faster and faster,
Picking up the pace
A way to hit the top,
But in the end I hit the wall,
And it happens like this every time,
But this is the first time,
Oh wow, this is the first time.
The first time my legs won't move,
The first time I can't get over not having a clue,
It hurts to be stuck here without a drop of water;
A ray of sun,
But at the end of the day
Gotta keep moving each of my different ways,
Without you,
Because of you
You'd kill me if I didn't make it true.
Lately its felt like there's not a thing I can do,
There's not a single thought in my head,
Not a single one that doesn't turn into you
Every smile;
Every tear;
Every memory that's here,
I'll still cherish it all
Like it was the first time I honestly took a look at you.
A walk down memory lane,
Things won't ever be the same,
And this feeling I know
It's going to wind up driving me insane
But maybe its long overdue
Maybe just like these words I'm screaming at the world.
This is the first tim
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Day 6
Its hardly been a week...I'm just numb. I saw your body and...it wasn't you. I couldn't believe that you were gone. I still can't. I went through that entire day asking myself if it was real; it couldn't have been. You used to be so full of life, so full of passion, that there's no way it could've been real...you couldn't have been gone..
The day I heard...when they told me you wouldn't live to see a new morning, I went back to all the places I'd kissed you; all the places where I realized I knew I loved you. Did you remember? Did you ever think about them? Just the occasional flashback, or was it just a memory to you? Was it as important to you as it has been to me? Were you holding back just as much as I was? Or was it just a moment in your life, no more, no less? You told me, once, that you didn't deserve me. You were right; you deserved someone so much more than I ever was, ever could be; you deserved someone who could make your life a miracle; don't get me wrong, truly, it was to
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We Are-Prolouge
Never again.
Cynthia fought to see through the tears as she crammed her sweater into her already bursting duffel bag. Pressing all of her 137 pounds down on the navy blue fabric, Cynthia managed to get the zipper to pass over the overstuffed carrier. She nodded in satisfaction and stood up straight once more.
Cynthia tucked a piece of stubborn brunette coloured hair behind her ear as she surveyed the room one last time. Was she forgetting anything? Would she have room for it even if she had?
Cynthia stood in front of her full length mirror remembering the events that had taken place in this spot the night before. She had stood here in a shimmering blue gown trying not to wince as her aging mother pulled her hair in unnatural directions.
"You're going to look so beautiful Cynthia," Jordan Lockehart had cooed. "I can't believe it-this time tomorrow I'll be watching you parade in front of us all at the debutante ball. Has it really been eighteen years since I held you in my arms for the f
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Traveling forward while stuck
She walks down the street with her head held high,
And a little bird flies against the sky.
while the trees whistle and the branches snap,
She hopes and wonders, for a way back.
The sun is warm above her brow,
and children dance among the town.
Music and cheers erupt,
but on she goes.
A million and one drops fall against the street,
against her palms, and roll down her feet.
But still she walks onwards, in hopes to find
What she left behind.
The moon kisses her dirty face with its,
pale glow
and hopes that she
can go back home.
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I Never Stopped because
And I never stopped, for one reason alone-
even when my muscles and mind screamed
out in agony, I never stopped carrying on.
For you see, the darkness never stops coming
and I promised I'd be the light that holds it back,
even for a little while.
being a friend, has its own consequence.
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Love and Loss
At least I make you happy most of the time right? She nodded and sighed softly, not looking at him. Yeah then reality sets back in and the happiness is gone. He blinked some, his voice indicating a hint of hesitation before answering. What do you mean reality sets back in?It's nothing..don't worry about it. He examined her expressions before shrugging it off, sitting next to her, placing his hands over hers and squeezing lightly.  She leaned her head on his shoulder, squeezing his hand back and gazed up at the stars. Sometimes I wish things were different ya know? I guarantee you I'd be much happier if-- He let go of her hand, sighing heavily as he interrupted her. We've had this talk before Jenna. At the time you were madly in  love....She stood up, not liking how heated this argument was going to get before breathing above a whisper. With Mark. Yes I am aware of that. But I didn't know that you.... never mind. Besid
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09: Sunrise
im still alive.
ohmygodohmygod
i touch my face
and feel it.
i bite my tongue
and taste blood.
i take a deep breath
and smell dirt
and ashes
i hear the silence all around
                                  almost deafening...
but im blind.
                          the sun and the moon are gone.
                          the stars have blinked out.
                          the florescence doesn't work.
everythings gone.
i feel the tears,
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Guardian Angel - Ch 4
----- Chapter 4 ------------------
"It looks like I'll be ok. Just a few games out." John was patched up now and seemed no worse for wear.
"That's good. You'll be back playing before you know it." I grinned at the thought; he could be quite the character on the ice.
"Yep. Well I've got to go but I'll see you around." He bid goodbye and hobbled out to his car.
Adam and Matt made their way over and turned to me.
"How is he?" Matt asked.
"As good as he can be. I bet it still hurts but he'll be back in a few weeks."
"That's good to hear. At least nothing was broken."
"Yeah."
"So what are you doing for the rest of the night?" Adam nudged into our conversation.
"Umm, I'm not sure. I've got math homework to do but I was going to do it in the morning since it's already after 9:30. I might go eat someplace then hit the sack."
"Have any place in mind?" Matt piped up.
"Not really… what about Taco Bell?"  I threw an idea out.
"Sounds good to me. Adam?" Matt turned his head so one ey
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Something I've been working on for a while, a book that I'm hoping to get published eventually...broken up into parts, they all link into each other....

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Current Residence: Ontario, Canada
Favourite genre of music: Grunge, Hard Rock or Punk Rock
Favourite style of art: Depressing Literature, or Amazing Nature Photos
Operating System: Uhmmm....
MP3 player of choice: Misil
Shell of choice: Armor-Piercing..or Explosive
Wallpaper of choice: Something fun!
Personal Quote: What's more lethal? A bullet to the body, or three words delivered with spiteful intent?
Interests
Hey guys...sorry I've been so inactive lately; truth is, its hard for me to visit here right now (I'd originally typed here as 'her', which is ironic in a really depressing way). I think if I'm honest, I'm on here more often than I was in the handful of months before the new year. I know it doesn't look like it though, and thats mostly because its...difficult, for me to talk to people right now. I'll be posting periodically, and I might leave a comment or two here and there, but please don't feel slighted or confused if I don't, or if I take a really long time to respond to things. Sorry

To answer what I hope is an inevitable 'whats up?', I'm going to simply say that I'm having trouble coping with things right now...apologies.
  • Listening to: 3 Doors Down - Ticket To Heaven
  • Reading: ermm...nothing...huh, gotta fix that.
  • Watching: Stargate SG-1
  • Playing: NHL 10 and Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2
  • Eating: Homemade Pizza
  • Drinking: Juice, I think; it could just be colored sugar tho

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HockeyFilly58 Featured By Owner Mar 17, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy birthday :hug: Haven't heard from you in a while but I hope things are going well for you :)
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Montplaisir Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2013
ctually just got this...wow :S sorry. Things have been really good and kinda bad all at the same time, but so far so good all things considered. Its been ages, how've you been?
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HockeyFilly58 Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Just in case you ever log into DA from time to time...I've been ok. Trying to get back to what art/writing was for me originally...something to vent and relax. It'd gotten very stressful for me and the blocks got more frequent and lasted longer. Now I make drawing time my me time; it helps. Hope real life's treated you well the last two years :huggle:
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Montplaisir Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2013
I actually just got this...wow :S sorry. Things have been really good and kinda bad all at the same time, but so far so good all things considered. Its been ages, how've you been?
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Without-walls Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2011
tagged you hehehehe
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knittywitty Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2011  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
You have been hugged! :hug:

Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)

RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You -MUST- hug 6 other people, at least!
3- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page!
4- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
5- You should most definitely get started hugging right away!
6- If you get hugged back you do not need to redo this

Send This To All Your Friends, And Me If I Am 1.
If You Get 7 Back You Are Loved!

1-3 you're a bad friend
4-6 you're an ok friend
7-9 you're a good friend
10-& Up you're a great friend
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Whoknowswhatthisis Featured By Owner May 8, 2011  Student Traditional Artist
HI!!
how are you lol
umm we've both been very inactive....

okay well, im going to read everything that youve written eventually, i promise. i read a bit already and you're doing reallyyy well with your writing :)
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Montplaisir Featured By Owner May 14, 2011
Heheheh, we certainly have been :P
I'm doing okay I guess; I mean, all things considered, better than I should be, but what else is new? XD
How've you been?
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Whoknowswhatthisis Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
lol hi.... its been a while hasnt it? sorry i took so long to respond i just kinda quit on this account/deviantart
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Montplaisir Featured By Owner Apr 5, 2012
It really has been quite a while :P
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