Giving away a 3 month premium membership to two participating watchers.
The Story
A few months back I set up a donation widget on my profile with the plan of giving away one 3 month premium membership to a watcher when the widget filled to 318 points (I would provide the other 318 points to make the 636 points needed for a 3 month PM). Turns out I waited too long once we had reached the goal because I received enough donations to make that two 3 month PM giveaways.
Feature
So, as promised, a feature for all the lovely deviants who helped make this possible.
Give these folks some love! 
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suzanna8767
AnxnymousJust Human [Levi x Reader]
Author's Note: Hey Anxnymous here! I was thinking some pretty deep thoughts one night in the dark lying in my bed and I guess this is the result of it??? So, uh, I guess this is what happens when I read in too deep into a character and get attached to them. Enjoy, comment and fave?
Warning: Might be a tad OOC
The door creaked open as you peeked through into the medical ward, trying to ignore the pained groans of soldiers lying in overcrowded cots. Your eyes found brown ones, and you slipped through the gap and closed the door.
“Hello [f/n]…”
“Oh [f/n], what are you doing here?”
“[F/n]…”
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AudreyDLW
MrKapre
Knifapotamas
Aristanova<da:thumb id="448523681"/>
SuriiChan<da:thumb id="468211909"/> <da:thumb id="467713638"/> <da:thumb id="450105883"/>
cmbmint
Lady-Compassion
SteveJones313Wanderer's ConfessionThis is my confession.
This is who I am.
Everywhere I look, I see burning buildings and casualties. I see broken hearts and grieving tears. The sun of Spring and Summer have long since passed and I find the world to be in a constant autumn - forever falling.
I hide myself behind my face and shield myself in a most effective camouflage. I can laugh at pretty much any joke, even when the punch line is as far removed from me as the moments of my past. The ultimate agent, I can talk the talk and walk a walk, depending on the circumstances; still haven't quite mastered certain social situations yet.
Every day I leave the house with water to put out the flames and med-packs for the ailing. I know I can't help everyone and in truth I don't try to help every single soul - that is my failing. I listen to the stories people tell and find their character within their voice. How oft' I wish those who would leap would do so into the embrace of someone who cares than into that of the waters below. S
A Slice of CakeIt's lonely and terrifying, the sound of the monitor beeping to prove you're still alive, though you wonder if it's proving it to everyone else or to you. It seems to echo loudly, which only serves to highlight just how empty the room is. Pure white walls poorly decorated with somewhat colourful yet boring posters about various medical conditions, to hide the utter lack of life in the room. You wonder if having a patient's room be brighter that the pearly gates of Heaven is a wise choice; when a person is trying very hard not to die, having the imagery of an afterlife thrown at them is hardly an optimistic thing, though you suppose that depends on your point of view.
The worst thing about being alone is probably the sheer boredom of it all. When lying on the last bed you'll ever sleep on, there is little you're tired, old, broken body will let you do for entertainment; you worrying begin to wish you were schizophrenic just so you had someone to talk to. You could call the nurse, but th
On Your CommandIt's like a sword in my heart
Twisting with every day that passes
Just turning and slicing endlessly
Until it halts on your command.
It's like an ocean that drags you in
And drowns you, filling your lungs
Crushing your body and your hopes
Until it lets me go on your command.
It's like an endless hunger,
That makes me cry in agony
And my stomach turns constantly,
Until I am fed on your command.
It is a silence in my mind,
Louder than any noise around me;
The haunting absence of your voice,
Broken only on your spoken command.
Stab me, drown me, starve me
I die in every moment of silence
How can a loving heart beat a pulse
Without the sound of your command?
Let me live.
Let me survive.
Let me see tomorrow's dawn.
Command my heart to beat.
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BeccaB323<da:thumb id="422534174"/> <da:thumb id="449419877"/> <da:thumb id="438635484"/>
FenHung
Mushufish(featuring you anyway
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mitsubishiman
Giveaway - How to Participate
There will be two giveaways. You can participate in one or the other or both (or none, I suppose
).- Fav this journal to be eligible for the first giveaway. A random watcher will be selected from this list and not my list of all watchers since I want to make sure the winner will actually use their membership.
- Comment on this journal with up to three of the funniest gifs you know to be eligible for the second giveaway. The deviant who posts the best gif will win.
Rules
- You must already be a watcher to participate. I'm not looking to gain watchers from this giveaway, so please do not watch me just for this.
- You may win only once.
- You do not have to be a non-premium member to win.
- Deadline is Saturday, July 26th.
Now, bring it! I want some giggles.
Skin by SimplySilent
