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King Jarvis of the Fire Kingdom by Zalay02
King Jarvis of the Fire Kingdom
I took a little inspiration from Natsu Dragneel for this guy; he too can eat and breather fire. (also Zuko because he can be an ass sometimes). 
Refer to this deviation for info on the universe they're from: Queen Anna of the Magic Kingdom
published- 23rd September 2016
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Queen Anna of the Magic Kingdom by Zalay02
Queen Anna of the Magic Kingdom
One of my OC's from a "magical, sci-fi, and medieval-yet-futuristic" setting. It is set in the far future, in an alternate Earth, where magic exists, and is a common theme. Concepts such as time travel, artificial intelligence(s), aliens, the afterlife, and mythological creatures are real and widely accepted. (I have based this universe on the 'Skylanders' series, so there are a lot of similarities... I really do love that game series! I also took inspiration from 'Merlin', 'Doctor Who' 'Supernatural' and 'The Legend of Spyro'. ). 

Background:

There are 8 monarchs who rule over 8 territories on a separate planet from Earth; they are known as the "Elemental monarchs", as they each rule over a country inhabited by creatures who utilize magic of that element. Travel between Earth and these lands via portals/teleportation stations. The portals are harder to come by; they are circular stones scattered all across Earth. Each one teleports you to the same place, the Capital of the planet, Agrealla ~ The City of Light. The catacombs underneath Agrealla are inhabited by various evil creatures, [dark dragons, Empusa (Greek Mythology), hellhounds, dark wolves, etc), and has been dubbed 'Miraok' ~ The city of Darkness.

People from the Magic Kingdom use plasma-like magic, the inhabitants of the Earth, Fire, Air and Water Kingdoms are pretty straightforward; whereas the Undead Kingdom uses necromancy, the Kingdom of Life uses plant-based magic (trees, vines, etc), and the Tech Kingdom uses tech magic (controls robots, and basically anything mechanical). 

Published- 23rd September 2016
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For my English assessment task #3, we had to write a 1,200 word story based in the 1950's-1960's (American Civil Rights era), as that is what we were studying. 
Please note; that because of the context of this story, several racial slurs have been included to make this story fit in more to the time period, if you are uncomfortable with this, please do not read this. Thanks!
Feel free to give criticism


“Are you sure about this, hon?” My mama asked, it was prob’ly the 100
th time she did. I nodded firmly. “All right darlin’, you get goin’ now!” Mama called. “Be careful, Cecilia!” She added, her concerned tone only spurring me on. 

*****

“… Cecilia Heartfilia?” The teacher called – roll call had just begun. 

“Yessir, present”. I replied. 

He glanced at me, his wrinkled face not very welcoming. Nor were the twenty other faces starin’ back at me. 

“Hmph” the man grunted and continued. 

‘Well, as to be expected – he is a white man after all’ I thought. 

The ‘de-segregation law’ (as implemented by President John F. Kennedy), allowed for blacks and whites – as crazy as it sounds to some – to attend the same school, and have the same classes. Werthington Middle School (which I had mistakenly called ‘Worms Middle School’ when my mama first told me about it) was the among the first schools in Louisiana to abide by the law – though they did, it wasn’t without hesitance. 


The year of 1963 marked the start of integration in Louisiana – and the year my life became hell on Earth. 

It had hardly gotten to lunch but already the other kids were throwing planes at my head, or “accidentally” bumping me in the hall, calling me names, glarin’ at me funny... I felt alone, more alone than I ever had – I felt as if a tendril of ice had fixed itself around my heart, and was slowly freezing me from the inside out. ‘I should’ve listened to my mama, I should never have come to Werthington – everyone hates me, just ‘cause I’m a Negro… It’s just so frustratin’!’ 

The ear-splitting ring of the school bell jerked me from my thoughts - just two more hours of school left. A few choice words were launched my way as I navigated through the crowds of my disapproving schoolmates. The day droned on, ‘til it was finally over. Gosh, the day couldn’t’ve ended sooner! I thanked God for his mercy on my pitiful soul, and nearly charged outta there.

I had just passed the entrance, and was briskly walking towards the gates, when I was halted by three large, intimidating and mean lookin’ white fellas.  

“Well, well, well; looka what I found – I got me a Negro girl.” the boy on the left stated in a sing-song tone. His hair was scruffy and he had a nose like Pinnochio. He was a lot taller than me, makin’ me feel like an ant. 

“Huh, what’s a negro like her doin’ in our school?” the one on the right chimed in. He reminded me of a dead tree – pale and thin with spindly legs and arms. He too was taller than me, but not by much. 

A set of large, firm hands shoved me backwards – the boy in the centre had made his move. I fell to the asphalt like a sack o’ potatoes; my hand scraped against the leaves and sticks the trees had shaken off in preparation for Winter. The three boys above me were laughin’ hysterically, like a pack o’ hungry hyenas, like they found my pain to be amusing.  

“Ouch!” I yelped as my hand was cut by a sharp twig, blood ran down my palm.  

“Nigger blood, nigger blood!” The boy in the centre jumped back, like he was avoidin’ a snake. “That’ll turn ya to a corpse soon as ya touch it!” He yelped, “That’s what my Papa said!” 

The other boys joined in on the fun; a crowd encircled us like a flock of vultures around roadkill. No one made a move to stop the fellas, not even the kind lookin’ ones, not even the other colour’ds.  

“What in the hell you think yer doin’, Travis?!” 

The crowd parted like the Red Sea as a female body charged forward, stepping in front of me. 

“Ah, shoot! You stay outta this, Karen! This nigger ain’t worth nothin’, nothin’ I tell ya!” His voice shook, though I didn’t know why. 

Karen’s ankle-length beige dress ruffled as she lurched forward and grabbed the boy’s ear; “Why must I be related to such an imbecile!” she complained to no-one in particular. 

‘This Travis fella was Karen’s brother? Well, I guess they had the blonde hair and deep green eyes in common. But Karen looked different somehow, maybe she was older? That’d explain why Travis was so startled by her.’

“Mike! Peter! What’ll your mama’s say about you beatin’ on a poor little girl, huh?” 

Travis’ mates bolted. Karen released Travis’ reddened ear from her iron grasp, and he too ran – sped off like the devil was chasin’ him.  

“I’mma tell Papa! I’ll tell ‘im you saved a negro!” His voice sounded more like a whiney toddler’s than a 12 year-old-boy’s. 

Karen remained completely unfazed. She turned to me, the sunlight catching her loose brown curls, making them look like liquid gold. “Are you alright, sugar?” Her voice was sweet and soothing, like honey. 

This girl… God had sent an angel. 

**********

“I’m sorry ‘bout my fool-for-a-brother… Er, what was yer name again?” Karen asked. 

“Cecilia - Cecilia Heartfilia” I replied.

“That’s a mouthful! Well, my name’s Karen Davidson, nice to meet ya!” She extends her hand, an ear-to-ear grin on her face. Her eyes twinkled in the afternoon sunlight. 

She gasps suddenly, and takes my wrist in both hands. 

“Yer hand’s still bleedin’! Do you want an infection?” She scolded as she lifted the hem of her dress and pressed it against my cut. 

I recoiled slightly in response, “w-what’re ya doin’?”
She snorted “Havin’ yer hands covered in blood looks a little suspicious, ‘specially in these parts” She pressed her dress more firmly against my palm, a warm smile plastered over her face. 

‘Why? Why was this white girl so kind to me?’ 

The sun kissed the rooftops of the suburban homes, casting long, daunting shadows over the pavement. 

“Darn, it’s gotten late!” Karen noted, “you live ‘round here?” 

I nodded, “yeah, just up…” I stopped dead in my tracks. 

My voice trailed off, as I stared in horror at the man before us. He was cloaked in a long black robe that brushed against his Penny Loafers; he blended with the shadows as if the himself were a shadow. He wore a smart black cap atop his bald head. 


The paleness of his skin, the way he towered over us like a mountain, and the way his eyes burned holes in our souls; if The Devil had a body, this would be it. 

“P-Papa?” Karen’s voice was almost unrecognisable. As if all of her courage had been moulded into a baseball and hit out of the park. 

Her father. 

The man did not speak. He only moved. The wall of darkness that covered his thin frame rumpled, and he produced a gun - a Smith & Wesson Model 29. 

Before I could blink the gun was pointed at Karen. It was then that I heard it. The Devil’s words.

“A nigger-lover like you is no daughter o’ mine”

Bang.

So... How'd I do?

  • Watching: Vixella sims videos
  • Drinking: English Breakfast Tea
Tomorrow (Thursday, 22nd September), is the last day of term 3 for me! I will have a 2 week break, and resume school Monday 10th October. This means that after tomorrow, I should be able to post more art/interact more on DA. 

See ya soon~!
  • Watching: Kuroko no Basket ep 47 (S2 ep 22)
  • Drinking: English Breakfast Tea
Natsu Dragneel ~ Fairy Tail by Zalay02
Natsu Dragneel ~ Fairy Tail
This beautiful human is Natsu Dragneel, from one of my favourite shows ever, Fairy Tail. Sorry for being inactive AF, i'm back so prepare for mini spam!
Published - 15th August, 2016
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For my English assessment task #3, we had to write a 1,200 word story based in the 1950's-1960's (American Civil Rights era), as that is what we were studying. 
Please note; that because of the context of this story, several racial slurs have been included to make this story fit in more to the time period, if you are uncomfortable with this, please do not read this. Thanks!
Feel free to give criticism


“Are you sure about this, hon?” My mama asked, it was prob’ly the 100
th time she did. I nodded firmly. “All right darlin’, you get goin’ now!” Mama called. “Be careful, Cecilia!” She added, her concerned tone only spurring me on. 

*****

“… Cecilia Heartfilia?” The teacher called – roll call had just begun. 

“Yessir, present”. I replied. 

He glanced at me, his wrinkled face not very welcoming. Nor were the twenty other faces starin’ back at me. 

“Hmph” the man grunted and continued. 

‘Well, as to be expected – he is a white man after all’ I thought. 

The ‘de-segregation law’ (as implemented by President John F. Kennedy), allowed for blacks and whites – as crazy as it sounds to some – to attend the same school, and have the same classes. Werthington Middle School (which I had mistakenly called ‘Worms Middle School’ when my mama first told me about it) was the among the first schools in Louisiana to abide by the law – though they did, it wasn’t without hesitance. 


The year of 1963 marked the start of integration in Louisiana – and the year my life became hell on Earth. 

It had hardly gotten to lunch but already the other kids were throwing planes at my head, or “accidentally” bumping me in the hall, calling me names, glarin’ at me funny... I felt alone, more alone than I ever had – I felt as if a tendril of ice had fixed itself around my heart, and was slowly freezing me from the inside out. ‘I should’ve listened to my mama, I should never have come to Werthington – everyone hates me, just ‘cause I’m a Negro… It’s just so frustratin’!’ 

The ear-splitting ring of the school bell jerked me from my thoughts - just two more hours of school left. A few choice words were launched my way as I navigated through the crowds of my disapproving schoolmates. The day droned on, ‘til it was finally over. Gosh, the day couldn’t’ve ended sooner! I thanked God for his mercy on my pitiful soul, and nearly charged outta there.

I had just passed the entrance, and was briskly walking towards the gates, when I was halted by three large, intimidating and mean lookin’ white fellas.  

“Well, well, well; looka what I found – I got me a Negro girl.” the boy on the left stated in a sing-song tone. His hair was scruffy and he had a nose like Pinnochio. He was a lot taller than me, makin’ me feel like an ant. 

“Huh, what’s a negro like her doin’ in our school?” the one on the right chimed in. He reminded me of a dead tree – pale and thin with spindly legs and arms. He too was taller than me, but not by much. 

A set of large, firm hands shoved me backwards – the boy in the centre had made his move. I fell to the asphalt like a sack o’ potatoes; my hand scraped against the leaves and sticks the trees had shaken off in preparation for Winter. The three boys above me were laughin’ hysterically, like a pack o’ hungry hyenas, like they found my pain to be amusing.  

“Ouch!” I yelped as my hand was cut by a sharp twig, blood ran down my palm.  

“Nigger blood, nigger blood!” The boy in the centre jumped back, like he was avoidin’ a snake. “That’ll turn ya to a corpse soon as ya touch it!” He yelped, “That’s what my Papa said!” 

The other boys joined in on the fun; a crowd encircled us like a flock of vultures around roadkill. No one made a move to stop the fellas, not even the kind lookin’ ones, not even the other colour’ds.  

“What in the hell you think yer doin’, Travis?!” 

The crowd parted like the Red Sea as a female body charged forward, stepping in front of me. 

“Ah, shoot! You stay outta this, Karen! This nigger ain’t worth nothin’, nothin’ I tell ya!” His voice shook, though I didn’t know why. 

Karen’s ankle-length beige dress ruffled as she lurched forward and grabbed the boy’s ear; “Why must I be related to such an imbecile!” she complained to no-one in particular. 

‘This Travis fella was Karen’s brother? Well, I guess they had the blonde hair and deep green eyes in common. But Karen looked different somehow, maybe she was older? That’d explain why Travis was so startled by her.’

“Mike! Peter! What’ll your mama’s say about you beatin’ on a poor little girl, huh?” 

Travis’ mates bolted. Karen released Travis’ reddened ear from her iron grasp, and he too ran – sped off like the devil was chasin’ him.  

“I’mma tell Papa! I’ll tell ‘im you saved a negro!” His voice sounded more like a whiney toddler’s than a 12 year-old-boy’s. 

Karen remained completely unfazed. She turned to me, the sunlight catching her loose brown curls, making them look like liquid gold. “Are you alright, sugar?” Her voice was sweet and soothing, like honey. 

This girl… God had sent an angel. 

**********

“I’m sorry ‘bout my fool-for-a-brother… Er, what was yer name again?” Karen asked. 

“Cecilia - Cecilia Heartfilia” I replied.

“That’s a mouthful! Well, my name’s Karen Davidson, nice to meet ya!” She extends her hand, an ear-to-ear grin on her face. Her eyes twinkled in the afternoon sunlight. 

She gasps suddenly, and takes my wrist in both hands. 

“Yer hand’s still bleedin’! Do you want an infection?” She scolded as she lifted the hem of her dress and pressed it against my cut. 

I recoiled slightly in response, “w-what’re ya doin’?”
She snorted “Havin’ yer hands covered in blood looks a little suspicious, ‘specially in these parts” She pressed her dress more firmly against my palm, a warm smile plastered over her face. 

‘Why? Why was this white girl so kind to me?’ 

The sun kissed the rooftops of the suburban homes, casting long, daunting shadows over the pavement. 

“Darn, it’s gotten late!” Karen noted, “you live ‘round here?” 

I nodded, “yeah, just up…” I stopped dead in my tracks. 

My voice trailed off, as I stared in horror at the man before us. He was cloaked in a long black robe that brushed against his Penny Loafers; he blended with the shadows as if the himself were a shadow. He wore a smart black cap atop his bald head. 


The paleness of his skin, the way he towered over us like a mountain, and the way his eyes burned holes in our souls; if The Devil had a body, this would be it. 

“P-Papa?” Karen’s voice was almost unrecognisable. As if all of her courage had been moulded into a baseball and hit out of the park. 

Her father. 

The man did not speak. He only moved. The wall of darkness that covered his thin frame rumpled, and he produced a gun - a Smith & Wesson Model 29. 

Before I could blink the gun was pointed at Karen. It was then that I heard it. The Devil’s words.

“A nigger-lover like you is no daughter o’ mine”

Bang.

So... How'd I do?

  • Watching: Vixella sims videos
  • Drinking: English Breakfast Tea

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Greetings and salutations! My name is Zali, I am 14, live in Australia, and I am a HUGE NERD. I love art, and will express my "randomness" throughout it! Though I am not a professional, I still enjoy drawing and painting. If you have any concerns, feel free to note me, I am here for you! Anyway, enough rambling, hope you enjoy my art! <3
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