Innocence with Bloody Hands

Check it oooouuuuttt

Take a good look at what Karalora, AKA Creation, AKA MAMA looks like in my STORY, which is have recently renamed to ‘The End of a Thousand Years of Darkness’ because it just fits so well. ^.^ Anyway; Here it is, take a good look, and be in awe. ^.^

Maybe if i’m not quite so lazy, I’ll get around to posting daddy and Derek too. ^.^ Actually, I’ll ust do it right now. Take a GOOD look DADDY AND DEREK! XD KYAA! ahem…

+ASMODEUS-LIGHT+ by *jinx-star on deviantART

And Derek is here:

+SHICRY+ by *jinx-star on deviantART

Click on the picture to view it, then click on the one that shows up in the new page again to see it in full view. I hope you guys approve! ^.^
BTW, Mama does NOT really have four arms. >.<;;;

Art dump

I just thought I ought to show you all the more recent at I’ve drawn/edited/colored. Yeah, I usually don’t just draw. More often, I just edit. ^.^ Anyway. here’s my art dump. XD

In order to veiw the picture, just copy and paste the link to your address bar, then proceed to press the enter key, which is located beneath the backspace button. ^.^

http://demonkimmie.deviantart.com/art/Alezandra-Derived-80633374

http://demonkimmie.deviantart.com/art/Kimmie-Derived-80632864

http://demonkimmie.deviantart.com/art/Emily-Derived-80633080

If you want to see more of this kind of art, go to my back up drive, and they’ll be under pictures. Either that, or go to my deviantart gallery at demonkimmie.deviantart.com

I hope you go to either and check out my stuff. I think I did pretty good. ^.^

Dear Life, The Universe, and Everything else I hate

Dear Mrs. Filor,

I am writing to you today to tell you what I deem of you, why I think of you, and what you have done to me and my existence. You will not like anything that I am about to tell you. In fact, you may hate it, and think that I am lying. I am not writing to you so that you can howl at me and inform me that I am wrong. I am writing to you to tell you how much you have damaged me, so that you know just what you’re sick diminutive mentality games can do to an naive child. This might not be your fault; you might not have even known what you were doing to me. Then again, this might also be your fault. You might have known what you were doing all along. This might also have been in your training, and it just wasn’t working how it’s usually supposed to. I don’t know, and I don’t care. All that matter to me is that you have hurt me, and that I am meticulously livid with you for it.

First thing I want to tell you; you have me convinced that I am a monster. No, not a puss spewing organ pile, a monster. Someone filled with abhorrence, and resentment, someone who picks on other people, someone who is malicious, and malevolent. That is what you have me thoroughly convinced that I am.

Next up on my list; you have taken away all of my motivation to actually try. It’s slowly coming back to me, but you initially took it away. I have decided since I met you, and since I left your class, that if I try to change myself or the way I act, I will devastate everything, because in your class, that was what I always did. You sick minded people told me that I had to ‘try really hard to change.’ Well you know what? I did. And I will tell you for one that it did not work the way I wanted it to. In fact, it practically ruined my entity. But it’s because you told me that change was simple that convinced me that I couldn’t do it. For your information, changing isn’t easy. In fact, it’ll be one of the hardest things that I will ever do. You told me I could do it if I just tried. I tried and I couldn’t. That convinced me that there was something wrong with me, that I was some kind of freak, weirdo, a monster. It’s all because of you.

I find it hard to believe that you actually managed to become a teacher. If you’ve been hurting kids like me for however long you’ve been teaching, than I wonder how you haven’t been thrown in jail for Child Trauma. That’s right. You heard me, Child Trauma. You traumatized me, for life. And because of that, I think I’m a monster, I’ll never be happy again, I’m in therapy, I hate myself, I cut myself, I hurt all the time, and I =’m afraid of myself. I’m terrified of myself. I am afraid that one day, I’m going to do something, and Ill never be forgiven, and no one will be able to understand me. You have made my life more complex than it really even needs to be. I am completely disgusted with you.

Every time I get in trouble, every time someone hurts me in that certain way, I see you’re godforsaken disgusting face. I think that you will probably haunt me for the rest of my life.

There are only a couple few more things I want to say, so prepare for this greatly

I. Hate. You. More than anything in the entire world. You are the more loathsome creature I have ever met, and I hate you. I hate how you affect me, I hate how you used to touch me in any way, how you’d pat me on the back, how you make me huddle with your dim-witted group, how you never cared when you made me cry, how it didn’t matter to you that you were slowly

Contravening.

My.

Heart.

It’s like you have this hold on my mind, it’s like you own me, like you think that I’m your property and you can just do whatever the hell you want with me. It’s like you think you own my

Mind

Body

And essence.

Well, lemme tell you something

You don’t. Not any more, you vile creature. I loathe you more than you could possibly even begin to dislike me. I know you hate me. You hated me because I’m better than you, more liked than you, more brilliant than you.

And most certainly more human than you.

I wish I had never met you. You’ve ruined everything about me, my happiness, my caring soul, my heart, my ability to think, my everything. You’ve ruined my life.

And I hate you for it.

I hate, dislike, abhorrent, loathe, detest, abhor, despise, deride, abominate, repulse, repugnant, object, and odium you so damn much.

It has been a pleasure speaking with you again, Mrs. Filor. I will see you in Hell.

Murders and betrayals,

Kimberly R. Baker

You’re former student from Sidney Center Elementary School.

God’s Disciple Vs God’s Successor to be

Anime: Naruto

Pairing: OroHida

Warning: NC-17, yaoi, swearing

Description: Hidan gets caught on a reconnaissance  mission by none other than the notorious Orochimaru.

Notes; LOL SMUT.

HERE WE GOO!

OroHida

Continue reading God’s Disciple Vs God’s Successor to be…

Some TemaIta SMUT. :D

 Gin told me to write an ItaTEma/ TemaIta, so I did. ENJOY THE SMUTTY DRUNKENNESS! yay!

Temari looked across the table dazedly, watching as a dashingly hot young man walked up the stair of the bar to the hotel room. She grinned idiotically, and followed him.

You’ve probably figured this out already, but Temari was pissy drunk. She could barely stand up straight. She followed him down a hallway, leaning against the walls. She would follow him into his room, and do him the fun way.

Itachi walked into his room, and didn’t bother to lock it. He soon found himself regretting this heavily when he 1). Heard the door open, and 2), realized that Kisame was in the shower. And Kisame took forever when he showered. Itachi turned around and found himself face to face with none other than the Kazekage’s daughter, Temari. He took a step back, reaching for his kunai holster, and then remembering he had left it in a drawer. He couldn’t remember which. Temari was inches from his face, and every time he took a step back, she took a step forward. Itachi could smell heavy alcohol in her breath. She was heavily intoxicated.

Translation: she was pissy drunk.

Judging from the way she stared at him hungrily, she was horny too.

Itachi tripped and fell backwards onto a bed. In slight surprise, he stared at the ceiling for a moment in confusion, not really realizing what had just happened. He too, had had a couple of drinks, but definitely not as many as Temari had. He did have a bit of a heavy buzz though. Just barely cheerful.

Temari was suddenly right there on top of him. He blinked at her for a moment. What did she want? He had known a second ago. But he had forgotten.

Oh yeah, she was horny…

Temari started pulling off Itachi’s pants. Itachi tried to keep them on, but, to his surprise, Temari was a lot stronger then him when she was drunk. She yanked of his underwear and pants, and whistled at what she saw. She grinned with satisfaction. Itachi sat up, but she pushed him down, sliding off her own panties. Itachi pulled away, but she pulled him back. He moved his hips, she grabbed them to hold him still. For a while, she simply sat on his thighs, pumping him until he was rock hard. Itachi had been trying not to moan for a long time now. Never once in his life had he ever had sex, let alone even masturbate. He had missed this part of life, and was suddenly deeply cursing the Leader for making him go on this blasted mission.

Temari sat on top of his now swollen member and moaned drunkenly. She bounced up and down on his lap, rolled her hips around, and simply enjoyed the feeling. Itachi, unable to help himself, grabbed her hips and directed her around to his liking. He had his teeth clenched, trying not to make too much noise so that Kisame wouldn’t hear and come out to find what he was doing.

Later, when Kisame came out of the shower and found Itachi already in bed, and the smell of sex in the air, he had a feeling he knew what had happened and patted Itachi’s hair proudly.

“So you finally go laid! I’m so proud of you, Uchiha Itachi.”

Naruto (c) Masashi Kishimoto

Story (c) Me