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The name mixup
Princess Silje of Plankland did not enjoy the idea of marrying some far-away southern prince, but they said it was important for the stability of their alliance with the Republic of Tejas.
As such they were marrying one Michael Robinson, she were tripping with excitement  as they had sent a few Tejans ahead of the prince, they had been rather loud and braggy wearing wide-rimmed leather hats, carrying revolvers on their hips.
Silje had found them weird-looking but funny, they seemed to be such a happy trio of servants. The fact they carried revolvers all over the place made it fun.
Reminded her a bit of her sister Sonja, which with her wild ways and loudmouth made her a happy ginger.
Princess Silje preferred books and long nights in front of a fireplace with her dogs. She were not that big on men, or forests, or fighting, or drinking. She likes a bottle of vodka now and then, but not like Sonja.
Donning her pink and white dress she looks into the mirror. Today was the day of the ma
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When you are drunk and writes a love-story
Waking up, out of bed. Skip shower. Cigarette at the kitchen table over moldy food.
Another day. She’s not sure why. It had been a nice time, new tattoo. Sent her girlfriend some wine.  But now she got important stuff to do. She gets dressed,  stands up. The kitchen table looks really out of place in her captain’s cabin. She smiles at the mirror image. Eyeliner. Mascara.  Heer captains robes which she ones stole from a very well-decorated admiral. And her orange tank-top.
She walks out on deck. Looks across her crew and shouts ‘’THEY MAY COME! FOR WE*RE BRINGING OUR VOWES TO OUR  NEW SAVIOUR! THE CAT-QUEEN!’’
Cheers were shouted. Drinks were drank, and then they went onto the docks. For on the docks were many ships. But mostly the cat-queens.
And the cat-queen were the most beautiful woman Captain Plank had ever seen. Hair as black as shadows, eyes like amber, and atop her head, some of the  fluffiest cat-ears. She walks acro
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Another story of the dwarven bar
Sonja stood behind the bar, wearing a her usual skinny jeans and tank-top with a band on it. She were currently pouring a pint with Kay watching her to make sure she pours it right.
When done she takes a quick glance over to Kay to make sure he’s accepting the poured wine. He gives her a nod and gets down from the dwarf-stand behind the bar and walks over around the bar where Sonja serves him said tankard and he drinks.
Sonja herself pours a drinking horn of mead and takes a sip. She smiles at the taste before turning to serve a few other people. When everyone have their alcohol she drinks from her tankard.  Dawn the human woman enters, sits down and orders herself a non-alcoholic beer, which Sonja nods to and serves her said non-alcoholic beer.
Kay raises a brow at this and says ‘’non-alcoholic beer?’’ to which Dawn replies ‘’why not? I’m in a dwarven town but I don’t drink alcohol’’ This makes Sonja giggle as she
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a rummer a rummer
I’m a silent runner, a runner a runner
I’m a silent runner, a runner a runner
I’m a silent runner, a runner a runner
And when i get home I’ll be a loud rummer, a rummer, a rummer
This song was the one she were singing as she walked down the street on this rain-filled day, her knee-long rain-coat and her gray jeans were soaking wet, her hair tucked away inside the green hood. in her hand dangles a plastic bag.
She had walked forever trying to find an open pub to sit in, not cafes, she don’t like cafes. She does not have the patience to keep up with people and their small-talk.
The pub stands there with it’s fence and soaking wet tables, a few smokers stands outside, ready to hurry back inside.
She walks down the street singing her song as it’s taken by the wind.  
The inside of the pub is cozy and warm, old men drinking beer and young men and women watching football. Walking up to the bar she sits down on a black stool and the barkeep: a wo
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the hero's barrel
And as the morning light breaks the darkness, there lies men and women on the ground, stiff and unmoving. But as soon as the morning light breaks, they start moving. ‘’urgh....’’they say, as they moan in pain.
And as they crawl to shadows to hide from the pains of the light-beams, they find medicine. a barrel of whiskey lies there. And they all got tankards. They dip their tankards into the whiskey and drinks. Their painful hangover soon leaves them for happy talk as they close the tap on the barrel, and heads out to town.
Walking trough the town their mark are visible. A brightly red majestic tankard, crossed over a bottle-ax. Walking over to the pub they all order themselves some ale and breakfast. And they laugh and talk, shoulders are behind held and beards are being braided.
Soon the breakfast are being devoured, and the ale is nothing but memories past.But soon the brave band of men and women are challenged with a mighty quest. They all get three barrels o
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Welcome to Warra
There were dark outside. Pitch black. Mirroring back at her were a male face. Bearded and long-haired. What a weird punishment. Gender-bent and sent to some tiny province.
Taking her rifle she walked over the floors and over to the man in charge. ‘’you are here to defend yourself, the town, and it’s inhabitants from the enemies in the dark. They may look cuddly and cute, but they are not ,they are filty evil animals. Ready for only one thing. Eating you and everyone you love. Is this understood?’’ he said. To which she replied with a weird male voice ‘’Yes sir. Understood’’ and then the mayor told her to leave.
Walking with heavy boots and a blue coat. Only her eyes were left. Brown eyes with a green ring. Not much to do about this situation, weird planet with colonists. This was her punishment. Defending those fucking colonists who probably would o’laughed at her in her old body.
Walking over to the hover-pickup-truck and dri
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EVEN MORE DEBOSTORIES
The bullet flew out of Nathan’s revolver. Spinning through the air, the bullet lodged itself squarely into the back of the orc's left eye. The orc crashed to the ground with a deafening thud. Back aboard the space station, two cloaked figures met in a dark alleyway. A dying alley cat had fallen into a puddle of coolant leaking from above. Artificial rain poured down on the figures.
‘’YOU KILLED JOSH, YOU BASTARD!", hollered the dwarf, lying stomach-down on the ground. Attempting to sit upright, he groans loudly, his broken legs almost giving way beneath him. As he sits up, he aims his shotgun at the other figure-a human. The human responds by pointing his revolver at the dwarf, shifting his cigar from the left side of his mouth to the right. "Are you wondering whether I fired five rounds, or six? Well now, let's find out, shall we? Feeling lucky, punk?" The dwarf, clearly suffering from his painful ordeal, drops his shotgun suddenly.
The other figure picks up the shot
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Literature
THE PLOT MAY BE SOMEWHERE
Nicholas the orc sat at the bar, showing how to make music with his steel-plated forehead by hitting it against a metal box he had carried into the bar and a beautiful song starts to play. Sonja were drinking beer and watching him doing this.
There were some students there from the accademy too who kept calling each-other bogans and cunts. And Sonja shook her head unsure what the humans were on about. She were not really caring. Finding it much more interesting that an orc could make a song with his fore-head.
Scott was a Risjna. A lizardman with four arms. Black scaley skin, big red eyes, and fangs. Coming from a planet where the sentient life lived in the night he were weak to light but he wielded special trooper shades so he could sit there.
And he were looking at Sonja, or rather her tits. As Sonja sat with a purple tank-top. He were grinning. One of the good things of having to always wear trooper shades.
Sonja said ‘’I didn’t know yer could make music with yer f
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Literature
Sillyness with helen and Helen.
Princess Helen, Princess off the proud nation of Cypratos, was sent to a college in space. She were a human.from one of many independant human worlds And she had nearly never seen aliens before, as her planet was mostly sea-based, and all the islands and smaller continents were all nearly completely settled by humans. With some small elven and orcen minorities.
She were sent to a space-college on a space-station to learn to be the future ruler in an era where Cypratos were opening up trade more and more to other worlds and their new allies in the Union of free worlds. Or ‘’the union’’ or just UFW for short.
And even more interesting. She were set to live in a normal apartment, she had packed lightly and her usual clothes, the royal palace stood on an island in the warmer mild place of Planet Cypratos.
She were as the rest of the cypriot water-mages. It came natural to them. As huamns had evolved to survive on a water-based world. She were able to transform into
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Literature
Debo and Friends: Fuck off back to your own planet
Sonja woke up at an apartment. Not knowing what to look at. Not knowing where to go. She felt horrible. Hangover. She lied on her side. She turned over on the side. Looked up into the light blue Ceiling. The noise of the inter-station trains were heard outside the window.
A bottle beside her. Yet another night. Yet another surprising survival. She then registers she are not at her usual waking spot but rather somewhere tidy. She gets out. She gotta run to the toilet. She runs towards the first door and slams it open. Its a bahtroom. She runs over and vomits. Vomits and vomits. Her long red hair hanging down on the side.
Dean sits in front of his computer. He’s a human. Quite smart. Hacker. But right now he’s just watching silly cat videos on the snet(station-net) and are hearing running. Slamming and vomiting. ‘’Awake ...Finally’’ he thinks to himself.
Sonja raises up. Looks around. She must be at Dean’s apartment since all her makeup are here.
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And Silje and the bar and stuff.
Sonja sat at Kay’s and were eating breakfast with Kay this Saturday morning. He had prepared them a simple stew made mostly of potato with some meat and vegetables. A thick,brown stew.
‘’say kay...What was in those crates ye stored in the back by the toilets last month?’’ to which kay puts his beer stein down and replies ‘’those were for a new neighbour. She’s a mechanic from up north. Seems nice, she asked if she could please store them there while moving in. And I agreed’’ to this Sonja nods and takes a sip of her beer.
‘’but why store them at your bar? Aint yer got a cellar or basement or something?’’ to which Kay replies ‘’because the door to her workshop is in my pub. Old construction way’’ to this Sonja nods and continues on her food.
A few human soldiers are walking drunk back to their base. Waving an imperial dwarven flag and singing ‘’Praise the lord. And pas
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the Orc federation war.
The orcs were a lot of split countries and self-governed territories like many other parts of the continent before the dwarves conquest. The dwarves were first deemed good enemies and allies by the different orcs, for they respect military prowess and weapon tech. But soon tension brew. The dwarves which had united the orcs under them, after the great war ended took their guns. Or they tried atleast.
Many legends stems about the orcen revolt. Some say it started when one Ragrar irontooth resisted the dwarves trying to take his weapons. He had been a soldier for the dwarves in their war all over the continent. And was not going to give up his guns so they shot him.
Others claims it was the ol’ McKernst clan who started the revolt over blood-vengeance.. No matter why soon both the  Irontooth’s and the McKernsts soon rallied people to take vengeance against those who had taken lives from their families.
For its hard to control the orcs once you try to take their rights aw
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orc orc orc orc
Lying with her legs up the cold concrete wall. She were using her document of rights as an paper-plane. Throwing it up as it fell down onto her. She would pick it up and throw it again.
Wearing skinny jeans. No socks and a band-shirt, her brown hair a mess on the floor. The thin mattress given helped her not getting hurt from the concrete floor. The cell bored her. It became boring waving at the camera. Dancing and singing after a few hours.
She heard footsteps now. Probably not her cell. Nah. Probably not.
But then it opened. And a young human police officer with blonde hair and a strong jawline opened the heavy blue steel door. ‘’ Mursteinsen?’’he asked with a confused look on his face. To which she replies’’yeah, that’s me’’ she replies and looks at him. The paper airplane hitting her ear as it comes down. Her legs falls to the floor before she raises up and looks down at him.  
She’s an orc. And as they walk Lillian M
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some more shait I wrote . now its here. have fun.
Carl(real name were Knut Gullhår) were walking down towards the water with his canoe oars, humming a little song as he went, he liked canoeing, cleared his mind from the dwarven run society. Never much liked cites, he lived in one, but right now he was on vacation. State vacation at that. Or prison as its also called.
The grand canoe tournament were up, and many were there, Guttorm iron-beard were standing a bit further down the line, also on state vacation. Guttorm were a tall, strong human with a big beard, but he had ‘’lost’’ his partner, More like been in a huge fight and he wasn’t going to let such a minor detail hinder him in winning the grand price.
‘’AHOY GUTTORM!’’ Carl shouted and waved, Guttorn turned his head in the direction of Carl and said ‘’Ahoy Beardless goldilocks’’ to which Carl started to laugh. ‘’Always the same aint ya?’’ to which Guttorm snorts disapproving
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So more stuff. Also i'm terrible at names.
Being a human in a dwarven world  aint always easy, especially not when your family are security guards. Every single one of them. So I too had to go to town. It’s not like I can’t fight or fire a gun, or disarm people. But I just don’t like it.
She stood in the uniform of the security company of her family, grey and greyish blue.carrying a machine-gun pistol in her belt, standing by a wall, her blonde hair in a tight knot under her hat her hazel eyes watching  Orcen, dwarven,elven and human businessmen hurrying past to get to meetings
The building being guarded were owned by a large dwarven company. A conglomerate of other businesses rented floors. Meetings. Gossip and powerstrugle. She found it much more interesting, and at the same time utterly boring. At-least she didn’t have to be afraid of her neighbour trying to poison her beer to get a better business...right? That and she could throw out a drunk dwarf from a meeting room. Which was a thing not
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NOTHING NEW: JUST THE USUAL. ALSO BICYCLES
Kay sat eating food at the bar when Sonja entered, took off her backpack and dumped it down on the floor by the bar and took a seat. ‘’Morning Matje. Early on today? No classes?’’ to which Sonja replies ‘’I refuse crawling trough that grounder door one more time. Last time someone humped me’’ she replies and lifts her finger. Holding up three fingers.
‘’three beers?’’ Kay asks, to which Sonja replies ‘’Nay. Three shots. And a beer’’ and Kay nods ‘’I think you should lay off the liqour Sonja. Its not good learning with those in your belly’’ to which Sonja replies ‘’and me thinks the bloody Lirger should have made a better university’’ to which Kay smiles as he jumps down from his stool and walks over to the cabinet to take out the bottle.
‘’I feel for vodka. The elven sort’’ Sonja says and rests one elbow on the counter,
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Princess Silje of Plankland did not enjoy the idea of marrying some far-away southern prince, but they said it was important for the stability of their alliance with the Republic of Tejas.
As such they were marrying one Michael Robinson, she were tripping with excitement  as they had sent a few Tejans ahead of the prince, they had been rather loud and braggy wearing wide-rimmed leather hats, carrying revolvers on their hips.
Silje had found them weird-looking but funny, they seemed to be such a happy trio of servants. The fact they carried revolvers all over the place made it fun.

Reminded her a bit of her sister Sonja, which with her wild ways and loudmouth made her a happy ginger.

Princess Silje preferred books and long nights in front of a fireplace with her dogs. She were not that big on men, or forests, or fighting, or drinking. She likes a bottle of vodka now and then, but not like Sonja.

Donning her pink and white dress she looks into the mirror. Today was the day of the marriage with this Michael. But enough of Michael. She were thinking on the books she had read about Tejas, and their famous men, Colt Samuelson. And John Browning. Their great plains and cattle were famous, as was their revolvers. She shook her head and concentrated on getting dressed.

The pink dress were short for the summer, with white lace, a short white top below the dress were there for further privacy of her boobs, as were two pink straps. The wedding dress would be removed, revealing this outfit after the wedding...

TEJAS is the only republic of the valley, and albeit sparsely populated, it’s great plains and warm weather made it wanting for settling by other kingdoms, but their people fought them off with determination and a whole lot of guns,

Their revolt were famous, as was their battle of Almano, where they had been using three massive cannons to defeat their enemies. Albeit their standing army are not big, they have a massive militia, as every Tejan pledges an oath of defense of the land of Tejas and it’s people.

There were a knock on the door and a Plankian servant, a blonde guy...girl? A blonde Servant sticks her adorably cute head inside and says with a hoarse voice ‘’The wedding are soon to be. Silje. Do you need me to bring you anything?’’to which Silje replies ‘’a bottle of wine...cherry wine’’

The drink are brought forth and Silje takes a few glasses, a servant applies cherry lipstick to Silje and the last touches of her makeup done. High heels, and the wedding dress is put up. And then she’s lead off to meet her prince charming



Michelle(written Michaele) is in her dress, wondering how this Prince Sillj will be. The Plankians are a drunk rough people who seems happy to drink and fight. She had already had to deal with a ginger princess who ran into her room drunk and gave her kisses. Before soldiers lead the drunk out, first when she had apologized and mentioned her name had the wildling ginger been mentioned as a princess.

Michelle were told this Sillj was a ginger as well. So she felt good about her ginger hair. There were so many blondes and gingers up here in the cold north, how people could even survive outside were beyond her.

And just then as she sat thinking on this a servant arrived to mention they were going to the wedding ceremony. A Tejan servant of course.

Her father, Kevin Robinson were there as well. In his finest stetson hat.There were the royal guards with their weird hats. The Republican honourguard of President Kevin, and...a penguin? With a knighted mark on his little wing-thing and all.

And then they had to walk to the altar, where animals were sacrificed, and the priests and priestesses were fixing the animal sacrifice. And then...a short ginger appears in her dress and says ‘’are ...where is Sillj?’’ to which Silje replies ‘’i..I am Silje’’

The wedding went on as was organized, for no-one wanted to waste all the money on not having this important trade-deal and alliance.

After the wedding the two girls were drunkly kissing in a corner of the castle, their outher dresses removed, leaving only their under-skirts and white tops And Silje says  smiling drunkly‘’to think they mixed up our names for men, I kind of prefer you tho’’ this just makes Michelle giggle and they kiss away through the night.
The name mixup
I hope you enjoy this little story. And if you find any typos or artificial-feeling wordings, please tell me, English are not my native language, but I really loves learning more English
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Waking up, out of bed. Skip shower. Cigarette at the kitchen table over moldy food.
Another day. She’s not sure why. It had been a nice time, new tattoo. Sent her girlfriend some wine.  But now she got important stuff to do. She gets dressed,  stands up. The kitchen table looks really out of place in her captain’s cabin. She smiles at the mirror image. Eyeliner. Mascara.  Heer captains robes which she ones stole from a very well-decorated admiral. And her orange tank-top.
She walks out on deck. Looks across her crew and shouts ‘’THEY MAY COME! FOR WE*RE BRINGING OUR VOWES TO OUR  NEW SAVIOUR! THE CAT-QUEEN!’’
Cheers were shouted. Drinks were drank, and then they went onto the docks. For on the docks were many ships. But mostly the cat-queens.

And the cat-queen were the most beautiful woman Captain Plank had ever seen. Hair as black as shadows, eyes like amber, and atop her head, some of the  fluffiest cat-ears. She walks across the dock, flanked by her crew. Weapons drawn. Cannons ready. They meet at the dock. 20 ships. 19 against the ginger that were Plank.  Men against men. Guns against guns . Captains staring each other down. The cat-queen were not smiling. Not  speaking. But then Sonja looks at the cat-queen , and starts laughing ‘’KITTEN! YER LOOKS GOOD TODAY! WHAT YE SAY!? WANNE BE ME GIRFLRIEND!?’’

The cat-queen. Queen of the  seven  tribes gets shocked. Just WHAT is this ginger shouting!? She’s speechless, but  the ginger grins, a cigarette hanging loosely out of Sonja’s mouth. ‘’AYE! YER HEARD ME! BE ME GIRLFRIEND ALREADY! FER ME LOVE YER SO!’’ and the cat-queen stares confused. ‘’w-w-wWhat!?’’ she utters too low for anyone to hear her. But Sonja shouts ‘’AYE YER! ME MEAN YER!’’ and then she walks forward and grins as she holds forth a bottle of rum ‘’be mine. Me love yer o’so dearly. Yer the cutest, fluffiest cat-queen me ever seen. So come be mine, or me may forever be drunk alone’’

To this the cat-queen responds by grabbing the bottle and drinking heavily and when she speaks her words are clear‘’you are the first to speak to me in this way’’ and Sonja laughs and  puffs on her cigarette-butt before she spits it out into the sea and replies ‘’Gotta be the first to something Now aye or nay?’’ to which the cat-queen takes her arm and Sonja pulls her into a kiss before the cat-queen can do anything and says ‘’now we sealed the deal’’

And that’s the tale of how the dreaded captain Crazy Plank became the lap-dog of the cat-queen. Now she enjoys sitting on her cat-queens lap, barking cutely in private. Yet skins her enemies alive when out in public.
When you are drunk and writes a love-story
baaaaaah. Love-story... one of the few i ever written. I hope yer like it.
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Sonja stood behind the bar, wearing a her usual skinny jeans and tank-top with a band on it. She were currently pouring a pint with Kay watching her to make sure she pours it right.
When done she takes a quick glance over to Kay to make sure he’s accepting the poured wine. He gives her a nod and gets down from the dwarf-stand behind the bar and walks over around the bar where Sonja serves him said tankard and he drinks.

Sonja herself pours a drinking horn of mead and takes a sip. She smiles at the taste before turning to serve a few other people. When everyone have their alcohol she drinks from her tankard.  Dawn the human woman enters, sits down and orders herself a non-alcoholic beer, which Sonja nods to and serves her said non-alcoholic beer.

Kay raises a brow at this and says ‘’non-alcoholic beer?’’ to which Dawn replies ‘’why not? I’m in a dwarven town but I don’t drink alcohol’’ This makes Sonja giggle as she swipes the bar.

As people talk Someone mentions that Sonja should wear a uniform, preferably something revealing, to which Kay replies ‘’Matje, we don’t keep uniforms in my bar. She can wear whatever she wants’’

To this Dawn replies with ‘’spandex, A glittery spandex suit. Like the dancers’’ this makes Sonja first blush then giggle as she imagine herself in that. Kay shakes his head and says ‘’there will be no spandex or latex on Sonja’’

Sonja shakes her smiling head at this before she takes another sip of mead and says ‘’so how’s it going?  No more Gomorrah taxi?’’ to which she shakes her head ‘’no Planke. That’s long ago’’ to which Sonja replies ‘’oh...Sorry, me were drunk the times yer told me. Should o’remembered. Oh well. Always fun hearing stories me say’’ she then drinks some water and pours a gin-tonic as she sees Drake entering the pub.

Drake sits his fluffy wolfman ass down on the chair and out of his ship-captain jacket comes a wallet, he pays in cash and Sonja takes it, counts and hands him the change and drink.

‘’what’s this? Planke became a wench when I were out at sea? When did this happen?’’ to which she replies ‘’well...me got really drunk one day and couldn’t pay me tab!’’ before she starts laughing and Kay adds in ‘’She wanted a job and I needed someone else to man the bar a few days. So I hired Planke’’ Sonja nods and giggles ‘’that’s true. That’s how it be’’  and then she laughs  and drinks some more mead.  She’s not even tipsy, she’s just happy today. And Drake chuckles and says with a humored tone ‘’Well, you were always here anyway. Might as well get paid for it right? And you got a drinking horn? I’m jealous’’




To this Sonja giggles and replies ‘’aye me do, Bought it meself at a museum. So how’s the seas? Any fun atta the seas?’’ to this he gives off a teeth-y grin and answers ‘’Aye Lass. The seas be harsh and the dwarves be harsher. Good thing they learned ship-building from somewhere. Fer they sure made it better, good dwarven steel and even better dwarven cannons. Gotta protect the trade across the silent ocean. Not much out there except pirates and storms. And stormy pirates. ‘’

This intrigues Sonja and she says ‘’tell me a story about those new lands. Tell me oh tell me tell me tell me!’’ and Drake indulges her and tells her a sailors story about exotic lands and weird lizardmen across the sea.
Another story of the dwarven bar
so I finally got my muse back it seems. I've been writing again. Even managed to finish an entire story :D nothing special of course, but it sure feels good to have written and finished one :D
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I’m a silent runner, a runner a runner
I’m a silent runner, a runner a runner
I’m a silent runner, a runner a runner
And when i get home I’ll be a loud rummer, a rummer, a rummer

This song was the one she were singing as she walked down the street on this rain-filled day, her knee-long rain-coat and her gray jeans were soaking wet, her hair tucked away inside the green hood. in her hand dangles a plastic bag.

She had walked forever trying to find an open pub to sit in, not cafes, she don’t like cafes. She does not have the patience to keep up with people and their small-talk.
The pub stands there with it’s fence and soaking wet tables, a few smokers stands outside, ready to hurry back inside.

She walks down the street singing her song as it’s taken by the wind.  
The inside of the pub is cozy and warm, old men drinking beer and young men and women watching football. Walking up to the bar she sits down on a black stool and the barkeep: a woman in her 40s says ‘’what shall it be?’’ to this she replies ‘’a beer and two green’’ and the barkeep nods and while tapping the beer the barkeep looks at the girl and she replies ‘’card’’ and holds up her bank-card.  

A beer, a beer. Oh how I love my beer
Some loves coffee, some loves women
But I love beer, oh beer oh beer my one true love.
Without you by my side life becomes unbearable
With you in my hand, life’s once again bearable.

She pays for the beer and shots as the barkeep pours her two green mint-tasting shots, they aint too strong. Only 21%, but the girl likes them. One for her,  and one for her drinking buddy, the bald tattooed man on the opposite side of the bar. ‘’For good health’’ she says, ‘’for free booze’’ he replies, and down goes the shots.

There comes a time when you’re all alone.
There comes a time when you’re in need of someone.
but remember my friend, in times like that there’s nothing like a bottle of rum

And the girl drinks and drinks, she drinks herself warm on the golden drops, she laughs and talks, sometimes he tells her to change topic or shut up and so she does,
A few hours later she had enough, and on her way home she goes.
She puts on her hood and coat as she sings

‘I’m a silent runner, a runner, a runner
I’m a silent runner, a runner, a runner
I’m a silent runner,a runner,  runner
But when I get home I’ll be a loud rummer, a rummer, a rummer.
a rummer a rummer
a rummer a rummer
It's a story i wrote, 
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Me thinks tatoos are a great form for art. Because you basically allow an artist to use your skin. your body as a canvas. And one fuck-up from the artist stays with yer an' can't be removed. Kinda like drawing on walls I guess....yeah...I got some tattooos...I never learned to Draw well but I really respect those who can draw an' paint. An' me also thinks that those who are Tattooing on others are doing a great job when doing it well.. Ofcouse its also bad tattoooists. just like with any other art-form. but yeah....I think Tattoos are very personal. even if its just showing what ye liked at that point in yer life ye got that tatoo...still, its nnot going anywhere. 

ON ANOTHER NOTE: all me tatoos is custom jobs. minus the heart on me right arm close to me shouler. itta be a heart that says 'mom'' first tatoo me got. me mother paid it. for both me an me littlebrother. Said  ''Now me branded ye both with me mark'' 

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Planken
planken
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Norway
I are a proud member off the deviantart group CPDA communism
Hope this helps the comrades in CPDA.

OY! YEAH YOU! YOUUUUUUUU!*points finger but misses and falls forward*

''To kill one idiot is to create two more''
-Planken
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''no matter how welleducated you are. You can still be stupid as a log.''
-Planken.
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:iconmadam--kitty:
Madam--Kitty Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Hi! wanna join my group called Anti-illuminati-01? anti-illuminati-01.deviantart.…
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Planken Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
no. I don't believe in conspiracy theories.
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BillyAustria Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Wooo! A fave from the plank! Thanks! :D
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Planken Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
No problem.xD
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torment6 Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
PLANK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!    YOU ARE ALIVE!!!
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Planken Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
AYE ME BE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOW BE YERRR!!!!!!!!!?

I DYED ME HAIR ORANGE!!!!!xD
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torment6 Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
I BE GOOD  , ty   ORANGE ? I WANT PICS xD
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Planken Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
SENDT IT ON NOTE!
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Layllowggann Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2013  Student Artist
Thanks for the fav dude! :D
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Planken Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Ikke noe problem^^

my pleasure^^ i cant remember what I favored. But if i favored it I really liked it. SO I THANK YOU FOR THY ART!XD
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Layllowggann Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2013  Student Artist
WOW :D so touching! really! I mean, thanks a lot, it's reaction like yours that keeps me doin what I'm doin! xD Thanks! :3
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Planken Featured By Owner Sep 7, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
haha thanks. Hey. you can do me a favor and read one of my stories eh? I can not draw nor paint. the colour always goes everywhere else then where I want them and I start shaking on my hands when I consentrate. So drawing or painting aint for me. but I loves to write.xD

planken.deviantart.com/art/AND…
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LaPrezCheQueenvara Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2013  Student General Artist
I have made a comic on my page.
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Planken Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I read both. Aint suer what to comment. but lemme get some time and Planke here gonna comment a bit. Just don't throw my embassy to the sharks just yet.xD
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LaPrezCheQueenvara Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2013  Student General Artist
Naw it's fine. Take your time, meanwhile Che has opened up a new inquisition for Raven, Hinata, Starfire, Jinx, Harley and Ivy BDSM artists. The first ones were :iconztunner: and :iconkrobikaa:
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LaPrezCheQueenvara Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2013  Student General Artist
Execution of a prisoner- fav.me/d6f527n
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fukinidiot4fuckinson Featured By Owner Jul 4, 2013  Professional Artist
Making love to Sonja Smith via internet art porn
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Planken Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Uh ok?xD
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LaPrezCheQueenvara Featured By Owner May 23, 2013  Student General Artist
Here are the Neo-Nazi Feminists- [link] they have permanent sneers on their faces and are condered evil dissident-hating insane worshipers.
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LaPrezCheQueenvara Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2013  Student General Artist
Small refernce of Planken the Magician here- [link]
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Evrielleir Featured By Owner Mar 17, 2013
You've been hugged! :squee:

RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You -MUST- hug 6 other people, at least!
3- Can't hug someone twice
4- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
5- You should most definitely get started hugging right away!
6-Copy the rules and post this as a journal entry

O_o
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Planken Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
no. I WILL NOT ACCOMPANY THIS EVILNESS!
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Evrielleir Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2013
-sad. :cry: :crying:
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Planken Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
XD
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LaPrezCheQueenvara Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2013  Student General Artist
Hola! What's your next story going to be about?
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