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Every story, as two sides, but which side do you take. Who's right, who's wrong? More importantly, which side isn't going to cost you your life?  https://teamrandom21.deviantart.com/art/two-princesses-708970481 

Painting, it's not a bad hobby, and even if you aren't a good painter, you can always learn how to. Now the question is, what if a painting you drew, decide to come off the canvas...   act 1: https://teamrandom21.deviantart.com/art/paintbrush-act-1-705113039 act 2: https://teamrandom21.deviantart.com/art/paintbrush-act-2-705849045 act 3: https://teamrandom21.deviantart.com/art/paintbrush-act-3-706496339 

I know this is out of the blue, but I want to start sharing some of my other works with you guys on here, original one's of course... It took me a while, but I finally was able to get out of my comfort zone and make my own stories without already made characters in video game or TV shows.  Due to their content, I can't exactly post them here, but I can post the links.  https://teamrandom21.deviantart.com/gallery/62359143/poems

In the somewhat distant feature   Next Sunday A.T.T.A   There was a cat named Furball   Just you’re ordinary Alley cat   He roamed the alley ways, looking for food Just minding his own business, and trying to avoid dogs   But Dennis Falk’s wasn’t having it so he shot him into space   Furball: MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW   “I’ll send him my fan fics. (la la la)   The best ever made!”   Now keep in mind Furball can’t control when the stories begin or end   He’ll have to keep his sanity, with the help of these cameo’s   CAMEO ROLE CALL   Cambot   Gypsy   Tom Servo   Crooooooooooooow   If you’re wondering what the heck is going on, or what you’re reading (la la la)   Just say to yourself it’s just a fan fiction, I should really relax and give it a star   For Acme science theater 3000       (Crow and Tom Servo look around confused)   Tom: Hey crow?   Crow: yeah?   Tom: Something seems just a tad bit off…   Crow: Yeah?   Tom: Yeah…   Crow: Yeah.   Tom: YEAH!   Crow…yeah…   (A giant hose comes down and out plops furball)   Tom: and crow: AHHHHHHHHHHHH ALIEN!   (The two robots run around in circles screaming until Gypsy comes down)   Gypsy: Guys for Pete sakes that’s not an alien, that’s a cat!   (the two robots stop running around like idiots)   Tom: Oh…   Crow: A cat? What the heck is a cat doing up here?   Tom: Better question what should we name it?   (Furball points to his fur)   Tom: hmmmm….Fur…   (Furball picks up a baseball and tosses it up)   Crow: Fur-baseball?   (Furball shakes his head and picks up a rubber ball)   Tom: ball…furball   (Furball nods his head up and down)   Tom: FURBALL! THAT’S WHAT WILL NAME HIM!   Gypsy: Seriously? Furball? Why can’t we name him something else like blue ball…or mr.kitty cat.   (sirens go off)   Tom: OH JEEZ WE GOTTA GO COME ON KITTY IT’S MOVIE TIME! (the trio run off screen).       Monty Max sat in his chair in his mansion, in his very large room, reading the news. The Acme Acers elections were coming up, and dispute his age Monty knew that with the right price, he could run for anything.   “I need to win this election…I don’t care how old I am, I can just imagine all the stuff I can do once I run for Mayor of this dump!” Monty said to himself, rubbing his hands together.   -----------------------------------Monty’s daydream----------------------------------------------------------------   Monty stood at a speaker stand in front of a large audience of people. He wore his best black suit and shoes, and was about ready to give his speech.   “My fellow Acme Acers residents, we’re going to build a wall, and make Buster and Babs Bunny pay for it!”   The crowd roared in a big cheer. They all agreed with the idea, chanting Monty’s name and throwing him flowers.   -------------------------------------End of Monty’s Daydream--------------------------------------------------------   “Yes…it’s perfect. I just need to dig up some dirt on those two goons and they’ll be done for…”   Monty thought for a second.   “Now what dirt could I bring up on Buster and Babs bunny…real dirt…something that will make people turn on them…”   Just then Monty Max snapped his fingers. He quickly picked up his phone on his desk and dialed a number.   “Hello?” Elmyra said from the other side.   “Elmyra! Long time no see!” Monty said, trying to sound as nice as possible to the annoying red haired girl who had a crush on him.   “I’m not talking to you Monty! You’ve stood me up for the last time!”   “What are you talking about?”   “Don’t act like you didn’t see that invitation I sent you!” Flashback   (Monty Max leaves his house in his PJ’s, going to get his mail. He opens up his mailbox and looks at what he has)   Monty: junk mail, junk mail, junk mail, invitation-to-a-dinner-party-with-elmyra, junk mail, ah! Here it is! The latest issue of spoiled kids monthly!   End of flashback     “I have no idea what you’re talking about!”   “Sure you don’t!” Elmyra said in a sassy tone.   “I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!”   Monty reached his hand into the phone and pulled out Elmyra, still in her bus driver outfit and even holding the steering wheel. Monty then placed her on the chair in front of his desk. Monty then sat down in his chair on the other side and began to speak.   “Elmyra, I need your help.”   “With what? Have you decided to not be a greedy spoiled brat finally?”   “No! I need you to help me expose Buster and babs bunny!”   “Why?”   “Because I’m running for Mayor of this crummy town!”   “Why?”   “Cause why not? Don’t you see Elmyra? This town is corrupt!” Monty said, putting his arm in the air. He opened the window to look outside. Birds were flying, the sun was shining, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.   “Just look at all this…this…chaos! It sickens me!”   “Monty I think you need to go outside…” Elmyra said sounding somewhat concerned.   “No, no, I’m fine! Now if we could get to the part of making sure that I become Mayor of this town…”   “…just so you can get rid of the bunnies, yeah yeah…why are you so mean to them anyway?” Elmyra asked.   Monty thought for a second. He needed to give an answer; after all, this could be his chance to really get Elmyra on his side. Then, something came to his mind.   “Because…their mean to you.”   “What?”   Monty stepped off his chair and headed over to Elmyra, turning it around and showing her pictures of her trying to pet them, with the rabbits running away.   “You see this? There just running away from you because they’re teasing you! They don’t want your supposed grubby hands petting their “so nice fur”.   Monty then brought up a picture of the rabbits laughing.   “Wake up Elmyra! Their laughing at you! They’ve always been, so you know what we have to do now?”   “Put our face down in a pillow and cry?”   “No! We get revenge!”   Monty then let out an evil and long laugh.   “Now then…come Elmyra, we have much to do. We’re going to make Acme Acers great again!” he said shouting up to the sky.   “How?”   Monty face palmed.   “You have a lot to learn…”       Tom: What the-   Crow: what the heck was that? That wasn’t a complete story, that was rubbish!   Tom: come to think of it, all of this feels like rubbish. In fact, it feels like we’re in a fan fiction.   Crow: Yeah, and we didn’t get this feeling until-   (Tom and Crow look slowly over at Furball. They then quickly throw him into an escape pod and send him back to earth)   Tom: bye Furball.   Crow: yeah, that’s the spirit. High five!   Tom: no, no, don’t touch me!   Crow: what?   Tom: DON’T TOUCH ME I HAVE A SCREW DRIVER AND I’M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT!   Crow: put…the…screwdriver…down…just put It down…   Tom: no, no, nononono, this doesn’t feel legit.   Crow: everything will be alright Tom we’re not in the fan fiction anymore…   Tom:OH YEAH   Crow: yeah…   Tom: oh…ok.(tom drops the screwdriver and walks  off screen.)   Crow: wow, that was very anticlimactic…   Tom: CHAINSAW!   Crow: OH GOD! (runs away from tom.)  

After the encounter with the dogs, things were a bit rough for Furball. He couldn’t go back to his old cardboard home as the dogs knew that was where he was at, and there really wasn’t anywhere else for him to go.   He would have to look around his back and hide at the sound of any dogs around him. It was for a good reason however, as back at their hideout, the dogs were seeking revenge.   “You two!” the grey dog pointed to the bulldog and beagle.   “I want you two to find that cat and bring him back to me understand?”   The two nodded their head.   “Good, and if you don’t (for any reason) have him…don’t bother coming back!”   “Y-y-yes sir…” the bulldog said.   “Good, now get going!”   The two went out the door and hurried on to look for the cat.     Dispute having to be on the lookout for dogs, Furball still needed to eat. He looked in his usual places such as dumpsters and back alley ways.   “Surly there has to be something around here…” he thought to himself.   As he investigated the alleyway to see where there could be food, the two dogs looking for him were right around the corner. The beagle’s eyes lit up as he spotted the cat, and just as he was about to shout and point at him, the bulldog covered his mouth and pulled him to the side.   Furball looked over to where the dogs were at, but nobody was there. He shrugged his shoulders and continued to look around.   “If we could try to sneak up on him without making it obvious that we are, that would be great…” the bulldog said.   The beagle nodded his head.   The two snuck behind furball, carefully tip towing their way towards the cat, who had no idea that they were behind him.   “Here kitty, kitty…” the beagle said carefully under his breath. Furball heard this however. He turned around slowly to see the two dogs.   “Our pal the grey dog (which we legit call him because the writer of this train wreak didn’t give him a name), would like to have a long and hard chat with you…” the bulldog said.   “Goodnight everybody!” Yakko said, popping out of the dumpster.   “Who the heck was that?” The beagle asked, looking at the bulldog in confusion.   “Beats-HEY, WHERE’D THE CAT GO?”   Furball dashed across the street and booked it down a sidewalk, running as fast as his 4 paws could carry him. He made his way past busy restaurants, pets stores, and a building that was getting panted on.   The painter was about to dip his white paint brush into the bucket when he unknowingly painted the back of Furball.    Furball stopped to catch his breath by a TV store. He looked behind him when he saw the white streak on his back.   “Oh no…” he thought.   Furball remembered the last time he had a white streak on his back, which caused Fifi la fume to chase after him. Looking around, Furball tried to see if Fifi was anywhere around. Luckily, she wasn’t, at least not yet…   Furball quickly headed to a fire hydrant to try and open it up and get the water off of him. It was no use however, and got him in even more trouble when the dogs saw this.   “You know it’s bad enough you have to insult our pal…” the bulldog said, crossing his arms. The beagle had his hands on his hips, standing next to the bulldog.   “Now…you have to try and destroy one of the best man kind inventions to us dogs…”   “I’ve seen enough…” the beagle said. Furball quickly ran out of there as the dogs chased him. Furball headed towards a lot with a broken down car in it, and quickly made his way into the trunk. The beagle was about to go in when the bulldog grabbed him and held him back.   “What? What is it?”   “Do you have any idea whose home that is?”   “What do you mean it just looks like a broken down car?”   “Well that broken down car is home to Fifi La fume…the skunk Fifi La fume!”   “Oh come on now, we’re not going to just run off because of a skunk are we?”   “Yes…yes we are…now let’s just pretend that Furball didn’t possibly go in here, and went somewhere else…”   The two dogs ran away from the lot. Furball peaked out of the trunk, looking around carefully. He got out of the trunk when the coast was clear, getting ready to leave when he suddenly heard the car door open.   “Hello cutie!”   Furball’s jaw dropped as he saw Fifi step out of the car. Fifi quickly wrapped her tail around Furball and started kissing him.   “You big hunk of skunk, where haz you been all my life?”   Furball was about to leave when he saw the two dogs watching from across the street. Furball didn’t want to, but he knew if he wanted to get those dogs off his back, he had to go along with Fifi. Furball hugged fifi back, trying to hold his nose.   “Come Romeo, let us stroll around town together!”   Fifi held Furball’s hand as the two walked around town.   “Well that’s just great…Furball’s decide to go out on a little date with Fifi to try and get away from us. Luckily, I’ve seen the Furball Follies episode of Tiny toons, so I know that the reason why Fifi is head over heels for Furball is because of the white streak on his back.”   “So what are we going to do?”   “We’re going to try and get that white streak off of him…”     Fifi and Furball sat together on the top of a hill, watching the sun set go down. Furball nervously had his arm around Fifi, trying to handle the skunk’s odder. Fifi had her tail wrapped around Furball tightly, looking over to him lovingly every now and then.   The two dogs snuck up behind the two.   “Come on, let’s get these stripes off before the shippers go crazy…” the bulldog said.   “You sure it’s wise to break the 4th wall this much?”   “Oh come on, it’s not like it’s going to actually brea-“   The two dogs looked up as a giant brick wall came down on them.   “Well…shoot.” The bulldog said from under the wall.     Fifi and Furball walked back to her home.   “Oh my lover…how zhis night was so amazing with you.” FIfi said kissing furball even more. Just as she was, it started raining, whipping the white stripe right off of Furball.   Fifi saw this, her eyes widening in shock.   “Furball? That was you the whole time!”   Furball looked at his tail; he saw that his white stripe was gone. Furball faced Fifi and nodded his head sadly, knowing that Fifi was going to be extremely mad at him.   “But why would you do such a zhing, unless…you’re trying to get my attention aren’t you?”   Furball shook his head no, but it was no use. Fifi was convinced that was the case. Before she could hug him once more Furball ran for it.   “Oh that Furball, it’s always the quiet type…” she said giggling to herself.   Furball found himself near an alley, the rain still pouring down as he tried to take shelter. The two dogs chasing after him stuck their heads out from behind a lamp post.   “It’s almost the end of the episode (or chapter in this case), everyone knows that’s usually when something bad happens to Furball!” After finishing the sentence, the two heard the screeching of tires. A bus crashed right into the building next to Furball. Out of the bus came a shaken up Elmyra.   “I think I’m goanna start doing something else now…” she said, holding up the steering wheel of the bus.   “I think someone didn’t get the memo that Furball is supposed to be unlucky…” the bulldog said crawling out from under the bus.     Are you tired of people hating on your OTP? Are people saying it’s dumb and stupid? Hi, I’m Teamrandom21, and I came up with a new invention that will really knock your socks off. It’s the Ship space.   Here in your ship space, you can admire your own ship as much as you want, for as long as you want, without any interference that will ruin it. Just blow this huge bubble up, get inside it, and just stay in there for as long as you want. Just look at a response of these people who thought this was awesome.   “The Ship space is great…I spend all my time in it.” Joe from NY   “What the heck is this thing?” The man, Warner bros Studios   “meow” some alley cat.   A simple $59.99 is all you need for this beautiful invention. Order now and you’ll get the super safe space, a bunker that’s 23 feet under your backyard, or front yard, only $12,000.   “What! What do you mean! That’s too expensiv-“ some whiny idiot before he got a safe dropped on him, cause well why not?

Banned because I tried jumping threw a hill instead of over it 

In the city streets, two dogs walked on two feet. One was a bulldog with black fur, the other was an brown beagle. Both walked together before heading into an alleyway. They looked around before knocking on a door.   “What’s the password?” the voice asked from the other side of the door.   “Timmy fell down a well…” the bulldog said.   After saying that, the dog on the other side of the door opened it up, letting the two dogs enter. Inside the door was a club full of at least 4 other dogs. One that stood by the door, and 3 others that played  a card game at the table. The one at the door was a lab dog, standing tall and guarding the door.   The 3 at the table included a rottweiler, a dalmatian, and a big grey dog. The two other dogs pulled up chairs and sat around with the other dogs.   “What be the good word?” the rottweiler said.   “So far I’m happy to report that there haven’t been any dog catchers on the block.” the bulldog said.   “Good, very good…”   “Have there been any cats on the street?” the dalmatian asked. “Just one…”   “One huh?” the grey one replied, shuffling his cards around a bit.   “Yeah, a blue one…”   The grey dog shot his head up.   “A blue one…”   “Yeah, saw him talking to two rabbits the other day. His name is apparently furball…”   “Funny...because a couple of days ago I got dissed by a blue cat named Furball...a little birdy told me...literally, it was a little bird that told me this.”   The Dalmatian and Rottweiler got up, dropping their cards on the table.   “Really now? A cat that wants to talk trash about us dogs huh? We’ll just see about that…Spoofy, do you know where this cat is at?” the dalmatian said pointing to the bulldog.   “Um...yeah, he lived in a cardboard box, I know where it is come on.” the bulldog said, leading the other dogs to the location of Furball’s cardboard box.   ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Furball quickly got out of a restaurant carrying a nice juicy fish, which he surprisingly got without getting caught...that and Donald Trump was in the restaurant that day…   “You call this stake?” Donald Trump shouted at the waiter. “I outta deport you for bringing me this vile...unappetizing thing you call a stake!” Trump said once more, slamming his fist on the table and causing a scene.   Furball was walking back to his cardboard box confidently before he spotted a group of dogs outside of his box. Surprised and scared, he hid behind a lamp post to see what was up.   “Come out wise cat, we want to have a word with you…” the grey dog said, knocking on the top of the box.   Furball tried to sneak away from the scene. He carefully tip-toed away, but it wasn’t enough.   “HEY!”   Furball didn’t bother to look at who said that. He quickly tried running away from the dogs.   “Come on guys, let’s teach him a lesson or two…” the Dalmatian said. The group of dogs chased Furball down the street. Furball kept running only to look behind and see the dogs gaining on him.   “You’re dead meat you little twat!” the Dalmatian said. Furball tried running faster, but before he knew it he slipped on a banana peel, causing him to fall flat on his back.   The Rottweiler picked up Furball and held him in front of the group of dogs. The grey dog walked up to Furball.     “A little birdy (literally), told me that you were trash talking me.”   Furball shook his head no.   “Don’t lie you little runt! Your luck has just run out.”   “Uh sir…what luck?” the Rottweiler said before showing him Furball’s page on the Tiny Toon Adventures wiki.   “Oh…oh alright…” the grey dog mumbled.   He then faced Furball once more.   “Uh…forget I said that.”   He then rolled up fur on his arm getting ready to lay it on Furball. Furball tried to struggle away but the bulldogs grip was too much. Little did the grey dog know there was a safe heading his way.   “Ha, ha, very funny Team random, but even you’re writing can’t save fur-“   DING!   And just like I said, an anvil had hit him right on the head.   “Where the heck did that thing come from?” the bagel said.   -----------------------------------------------meanwhile on the top of a room-------------------------------   “What did you mean you lost the anvil?” Brain shouted angrily at Pinky. “Now how are we going to get rid of Trump and take over the world?”   “Well we could try to run for office…” Pinky suggested.   “That plan sounds so dumb…it just may work….”     With the dogs distracted Furball slipped out of the bulldogs hands and made a run for it.   “Hey!” the bulldog shouted at Furball.   Seeing a bus at a bus stop, Furball quickly ran up to it, knocking on the door and entering. He took a seat near the middle of the bus, trying to catch his breath.   “Hey kitty, long time no see!”   Furball looked up in shock as he saw Elmyra behind the wheel of the bus.   “Long story short mom said I needed to get a new hobby other than playing with animals, so I decided to try and become a bus driver, and you know, I think I’m starting to get the hang of it…” she said before putting the bus in gear.   Elmyra stepped on the gas, sending Furball flying back in his seat. Elmyra swerved left and right, made tight turns that a bus wasn’t made to make, and even went thought a building!   “You know I’ll admit, I was kind of nervous when I started out doing this…” Elmyra stated as she continued to drive the bus radically. Finally, Elmyra stopped the bus, hard of course…sending Furball flying right into the window.   “Hope you enjoyed the ride, and if you see Buster tell him I said hi.” She said, as Furball melted out of the bus. Once out, the bus radically drove off, sending people screaming and running out of the way from it.   Furball looked around. To Elmyra’s credit, she did get him away from the dogs.   “Seriously! This is a stake to you?”   Furball heard the yelling voice of good old trump. He smiled at himself and headed in while Trump threw a fit.     I hopped on the bus to Warner bros. Studios with a goal in mind   Wanna hang with the loony gang and maybe cause some chaos. \   Those toons got everything they need, all the material to crack us up (literally)   Got those safes from Acme, and even a huge tug boat   I’m getting kind of nervous, with my stomach in butterflies, that’s when I see the good old warner tower, and the gates are wide open   And the gates are wide open   And the security guard from the animaniacs is nowhere to be seen   So I get my giant anvils   my custard pies   and even a rake   Eating the free food like yeah   Getting Wakko’s autograph like yeah   This so was, a good idea, and a reason to skip school today   Yeaaaaah, it’s a party at the Warner bros. Studios   Yeeeeeeah, it’s a party at the Warner Bros. studios.   I’ve done a couple of crazy things that could have gotten me in real trouble   Like accidently drop a safe on Bugs   Or accidently tick off, the Tasmanian devil   Don’t tell anybody I’m serious   As far as anybody knows   I’m just a very young intern, looking to get an inspiring career   Uh oh here comes the big guard, he’s walking near me   But he tips his hat off and wishes me a good day   And I do the same   Yeah I do the same   Yeah I do the same   So I get the heck out   And go on the set, off Tiny Toon Adventures   They’re all loony like yeah   They’re all wacky like yeah   And I sit back and watch the show   That’s better than CSI   Yeaaaaaaah, it’s a party in the Warner Bros Studios   Yeeeeeeah, it’s a party in the Warner Bros Studios   Anvil droppings and clever dialogues   4th wall breaking done right   Sitting back and watching the show   Man why isn’t this on TV anymore?   Hey kid, what you doing here!   And how did you get in?   Running out of here like yeah   Pulling an animaniac’s on the guards like yeah   It was fun and all good laughs, but I’ve been caught red handed   Yeaaaaaaaah, it’s a party in the Warner Bros Studios   Yeeeeeeeeeeah, it’s a party in the Warner Bros Studios     Party in the warner bro Studios   Just loony tunes   The toon street boys          

Maybe it's because I'm writing this at midnight but yeah...I got nothing? Anyone else?

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