Hey, I was tagged by . Anyway, what you do is the 1st 20 people to leave a comment, I'll put your name and 3 deviants of your I love. it's explained better below

*Also I just realized now that I was also tagged by I'm really, really sorry I forgot to include you!

Rules:
1. For each of the first 20 people answering this journal, I will put their avatar and the 3 deviations I like most from their gallery on the list!
2. If you're featured, you have to do the same in your journal, putting the tagger on the first place. The idea of this is not to get a free feature, it is to spread art around for everyone!



1: Wolf4821 ~
Switching Places - Part One
"AHHH STEPHANO HELP ME PLEASE!" I yelled over and over again.

I sprinted down the darkened corridor as fast as my legs would carry me, firmly gripping onto the little golden statue while running away from the evil bro. Clang! Clang! I hit Stephano against the decaying stone walls repetitively as I ran into a dead end.

I sighed and mumbled silently, "Fan den här skiten. Jag är så död." I crouched in the corner of the dead end, hoping the bro didn't see me.

Stephano muttered angrily yet quietly, "Ow! Jesus Christ PewDie you idiot! I told you not to make a noise!"

I simply frowned and kept my eyes trained on the wooden fl Too Little Too LateI cowered in the corner, trembling for my life as I clutched my younger sister closely.

We both shook violently as we were concealed in the dark corner, watching the blood gradually ooze out from our father's crippled form.

As barrels, we're eternally dispised.

Always wiped out.

Always killed.

Every time.

As my younger sister hid her face into my shirt, I finally understood why.

We were barrels.

Until hell freezes over, we will always be the enemies.

I patted her head softly as she lightly whimpered, hoping to comfort her in some way.

Only a seven year old little girl, and she knows all this pain. . . All this suffering. . .  I mus The Cruelty Of MakeupPeople say makeup is to make you more beautiful.
Some say it's to hide the real you.
Few say it covers scars, sins of the past.
Makeup is a cruel being.
It covers up who you are in it's hideous puffs of powder and strikes down who you are.
Makeup is a horrid beast, out to change who you are and what you look.
Lines and ink can't cover the true you.
The only thing that can change you. . . Is you.

2: Makenna-Firecracker ~

3: RubyDaSquirlz ~
Good Guy VS Dummy ProloguePrologue.

It was Christmas Eve, 1995, and silence spread through the Scott household like a fine mist.
Silence beyond the rapid pitter-patter of small shoes, that is. In the light from the giant tree, the shadows of the room were dimly lit, and it guided the small child-like figure's way to the presents stored beneath.
He kept a sharp ear out, should the owners of the house awaken. He shifted through the boxes, finding the largest one at the back. He glared at the packaging.
"I knew I could sense another around here..." He muttered to himself as he tore a small piece of the corner to look underneath the wrapping.
It seemed to be a large Headspace Diary - Day 1
Chapter 1 - Part 1 of....

Tuesday, 28th February 2012.

Today we went to the future. Ess let me take a few devices from there, like cameras and such, and modified one of them so it would work with this computer. So let me just plug it in and set it up, and you can watch this memory...

NEW DEVICE DETECTED.
INSTALLING....
INSTALL COMPLETE. NO UPDATE REQUIRED.
I clicked on the 'open all files' option that came up.
Here we go...
My eyes skim through the many files and I click on the first one, then flinch slightly as the screen glows brightly, projecting the video out in the headspace all around me. I'm in my own section, or 'room'. Ess is Who am I? (Alien speech and thoughts.)Mao ki-i enoye quios Mao verg...
Images flashed through his mind. He knew he was laying down. The surface was hard and cold through his thick dark brown fur. He couldn't find the strength to open his eyes, but everything he could hear was muffled, distorted, yet amplified as his brain tried get his senses back. He could hear beeps and voices.
Mao ya-i ekito quios Mao verg... Doh verg Mao? Doh NUI Mao?
He didn't want to waste time trying to recall his last memories. He started trying to command his various appendages to twitch, checking if they were still attached and responsive. Various parts of his brain replied, letting him feel his toes, f

4. LeopardSixteen ~
Of Gold And Green"Ha! Haa! Come at me!" I yelled as I lunged toward my opponent, my friend.
"Sure. Just let me run you through." The boy replied with a smile as he stepped back.
"I dare you." I smirked as I clutched my sword in front of me.
    The boy brought his sword up and swung it at me. I twisted mine around and blocked his attack. As we continued to clash blades, we found ourselves edging closer to the big oak tree in the center of the yard. Near the tree, was the curly-haired boy, Andrew, with his younger brother, Anthony. Andrew was playing with him, keeping him busy so he wouldn't feel left out. I glanced over at them as my sword clanged against my friends' for the fourth time. My sword was a beautiful, yet uncommon, color of green. It was a metallic green that gleamed when touching the sword of my friend. His sword was an unbelievable gold. I had never held his sword but I couldn't imagine why it wouldn't be so heavy. If it was heavy, it didn't show. He held his sword firm and with

5. DokuDoki

I did four for DokuDoki, because I forgot about putting them in here for a while... and I'm really sorry