Deceit stared into the mirror, his hand slipping gently across every scale. He grumbled out of self hatred. "Disgusting"

Deceit is keeping something major from Remus. Will he find out in time? Or will it be to late? I'll say if I own the art! If I don't then it's not mine!

I love te sneky boi, but I feel like there's not enough love to go around. So... oneshots! I will take requests. No smut, cuz I'm an innocent little smol bean, but I will do fluff and angst. Have fun! Art isn't mine.

Virgil has gone missing, and of course, the first suspect is Deceit. But things are almost never as they seem, and sometimes, truths are best left hidden. But other times, truth is needed to bring light from the darkness. Art is not mine.

Deceit wants to say goodbye. This is short, I know, but I felt inspiration and didn't want to ruin it with a story. So these are just letters. Art isn't mine.

Thomas has yet another problem, but this time he needs help from both Dark and Light Sides. He invites them over to help him work out his feelings for one of his friends. However, in the background no one seems to notice (or care) that Deceit has a problem of his own... and sooner or later, he will suffer from a terrible illness called himself. [Story started: 23.01.2020] [Story finished: ???]

A {Love} story between Anxiety and Creativity. prinxiety

Remy was hated. Deceit didn't know Remy. Remy is depressed. Deceit is depressed.

Deceit. What's wrong with him? Thomas is not okay. It's all his fault. All. His. Fault. Deceit's fault. All. Deceit's. Fault. You can't deny it. He already knows.. (like the new cover?? )

This is how I solve my emotional problems, through stories, obviously. Not all of my emotional problems, though.