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Not much to say, I live in Italy and have been on DA for three years. I write TG captions, although I prefer to read them. If you are interested, you can visit my blog , where I post furry captions.


Fake love, true punishment
This story makes very little sense in my opinion, but since the world makes even less sense I guess it isn't a problem. Anyway, hope you like and... This phrase is getting old. Maybe I should try with "Hope you don't dislike".

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Thuringian forest, German, Europe. 18 January 2019. Hours 23:58.

The man was running for his life, and he knew it. Tightening his grip on his rifle, he let loose a hail of bullets, mistaking a tree for an enemy. The man was so frightened that every shadow looked like it was attacking him. Two other times he wasted his ammo, hitting shadows instead of the creature that was following him. Then, as he pulled the trigger a fourth time, he was rewarded by the sound of an empty clip. Cursing, he tried to reload his weapon, only to be hit by something on his back, knocking him to the ground. He was struggling to get  back on his foot, when he felt a gun being pressed on his head, and a low, growling, but definitely female voice said: “Don't move.
The man freezed and began trembling: “Please, don't kill me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to d-” Then everything went black.

Alexis looked at the unconscious man at her feet. He didn't want to die, but he was more than willing to kill hundreds of persons... Disgusting. If not for the informations he could provide, she would have killed him on the spot. Instead, she had just knocked him out. As the female werewolf handcuffed him, she heard somebody approaching. Without turning, she asked: “What is the situation?” The footsteps stopped just behind her. “All clear, this is the last one. About that, good work with catching him. Maybe I should hire you as a watchdog for my manor!” With a sigh, Alexis turned to face a man who would have looked perfect in a Nazi war poster. He was tall and slender, with pale white skin, blond hair and blue eyes. All in all, he looked like an handsome, although cadaverous, young man. However his smile betrayed his true nature, revealing an abnormally long pair of canines. Alexis only gave him an icy stare which would have made most persons uncomfortable, but this wasn't the case with Manfred von Leichner IV: it took much more than an angry werewolf to remove a smile from the vampire's face. Alexis knew this full well, but it didn't stop her from trying. Unsurprisingly, it didn't work, so she simply shaked her head: “I will contact the others, can you get the prisoner?” “Aye aye, ma'am!” Answered the vampire with a chuckle. The werewolf sighed again. Sure, he was a good soldier, and his skill in close quarter combat was unmatchable, but at times he could be really annoying. Turning on her radio, she heard someone talking: “Alpha-3, do you hear me? Alpha-3, respond!” “I'm here commander. 2 is with me, we have got a prisoner. How it is going there?” “All clear, all hostiles eliminated. Meet us directly at the LZ. Alpha-1 out.” Alexis blinked. Seeing how much different the commander was on the field from his usual relaxed and laid-back self always sursprised her. She turned toward her companion, who was approaching her, with the man she had captured on his shoulder: “It looks like we are finished here. Commander says to meet him at the LZ, better move now.” “How much do you think it will take?” He asked, in a somewhat bored tone. She simply shrugged. “Don't know, it's about two klicks from here, if we move quickly we can be there in ten minutes. Just follow me.” “Sure, sure... I'm not a little kid, you know?” “But you behave like one. Now move, there shouldn't be anyone except us in the area, but I don't want to take any risk.” With these words, the two began running.
It was quite a strange sight, two persons, or better, a werewolf and a vampire, clad in camouflaging combat uniforms, running through the forest at an unnaturally high speed. But, after all, in this crazy world the boundary between what is normal and what is often blurred: one day, a werewolf is considered a normal thing to see, and the next everybody thinks that werewolves never existed. But I'm digressing, let us return to our two soldiers, by now they should have reached their destination.

Thuringian Forest, German, Europe. 19 January 2019. Hours 00:22

Alexis slowly crept toward the clearing, trying to find any sign of an enemy presence. However, after surveying the area for some minutes through her scope, she decided it was all clear. Gesturing for Manfred to come forward, she turned on the radio: “Commander, we have reached the LZ. No hostile detected. What is your position?” “Roger that, 3. We should be entering your field of vision in about two minutes. Evac is already on its way. Out.
True to his words, about two minutes later Alexis noticed two shadowy figures moving in the woods. Pointing her rifle at them, she looked in the scope, finger ready to press the trigger, before relaxing, although only a bit, when she recognized them: the first one was a tall, bulky man,with a light machine gun in his hands. It wasn't hard for the sniper to identify him as Lev, the russian Ghoul who was their heavy weapon specialist. But what attracted her attention was the man who was following Lev: there he was, the commander. His true name was Michael, but everybody simply called him “Commander”. At first glance, he was nothing particular, short, glass-wearing, in fact he looked more like an engineer than a soldier. In reality, he was a born soldier and a masterful tactician. No matter how dire the situation was, he was always able to come up with a (often unorthodox) plan to save himself and his squad. Alexis was quite happy of having him as the squad leader: if there was a man who knew how to complete a mission, that was him.
Having identified the two as allies, she turned on her radio: “Commander, I see you, area is free, how much until evac?” After some crackling sounds, came the answer “A couple of minutes, I guess. The prisoner?” “Still out cold. I assume that he was the leader of those guys.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, sir. I saw him giving orders to the others, before fleeing.” “... Disgusting.” Alexis could understand what the commander was feeling. For somebody like them leaving others -especially their own men- to die in order to save oneself ...well, it was simply inconceivable. Pushing the thought aside -she was a sniper after all, she had to remain concentrated at all the times- she slowly got up, showing the two her location. Then, they waited. After a couple of minutes, they heard the sound of an helicopter approaching. “Finally, this was getting boring...” Muttered Manfred. “Better having a boring but safe mission than having to shoot our way until the LZ, bloodsucker.” “Yeah, I know, I know... But it is still boring.” “Quiet you two. We are still in an hostile area.” “Yes sir!” “Yes sir!” The two replied in chorus. Sure, at times he could be a bit paranoid, and the noise made by their vehicle would surely alert every enemy in the zone, but still, better safe than sorry, so they quickly established a defensive perimetere around the LZ. Once the helicopter had landed, they ran toward it, covering each other, until everybody was in. A second later the machine took off. Inside, Alexis removed her helmet and sighed. “Well, another mission completed. Think that command will like what we've got?” She said, glancing at their prisoner. “Oh, I'm sure that the Major will be quite interested...” Was the answer.

Echo base, [REDACTED], Europe. 19 January 2019. Hours 15:37

Major Carroll marched through the base corridors, heading toward the cell block. Walking with him was sergeant Michael “The Commander” O'Connelly. “I assume that the mission was a succes, Michael” “Yes sir, it was. We arrived right in the middle of the encounter. Fifteen hostiles, all eliminated, except for one, we presume their leader. He tried to escape, but Private Leichner and Specialist Ashford managed to capture him. We brought him in for interrogation.” “Yeah, we are already working on that. I'm actually going to check the situation. Do you want to come?” The shorter man shook his head. “For as much as I would like to see it, I have to take care of some things. If there isn't any new mission for us...” “Nothing for the moment, Michael, but don't worry, if we can get him talking you will probably have a lot of work in the next months.” “Good, my team tends to get twitchy if they don't see some action!” Both men laughed. “I know Michael, I know! Damn if I know, I was the one who chose them!” “And I am thankful for that, it is probably the best team I could ever get. Well, I have to go now. Major...” “Sergeant...” They saluted each other, before departing. Some minutes later, the Major arrived at a door guarded by two soldiers. On the other side of the door there was a large interrogation room, divided in two by a one way mirror. On one side, the one where the Major was, stood two medics and another soldier. On the other, the prisoner and his interrogator where sitting at a table. Nodding at the soldier, the Major entered this part of the room, right in time to hear Luke Reed, his adjutant, telling the prisoner: “... You are too stubborn for your own good, you know? Just talk already, and this will be all over.” The man simply looked at him, an intense hatred in his eyes. “Well, you asked for it.” Pulling on a pair of earplugs, Luke turned a recorder on. A second later, strange, undescribable shrieks filled the hair, causing to man to scream in fear. The Major simply laughed. It was told that the screams of a Banshee were able to instill fear even in the heart of the bravest man, and that listening to them for too long could cause a person to become crazy. The perfect form of torture, with no serious physical or psychological effects. Except for the risk of going crazy, of course, but nobody could resist that long. The Major knew it. He had never seen a person who could resist for more than some hours, and this one was no exception. He was going to surrender, and soon.
The men on the outside gulped, seeing the mad grin on their commanding officer's face. There he was, the only man who could withstand a banshee's screams, because there was nothing he feared. Or maybe because he was already mad. After all, he was the last Cheshire Cat in existence.
When the prisoner said: “Enough, enough, I will talk, I will talk! I will do whatever you ask! Just stop this!” one of the medic felt a chilling sensation running through his back. For a moment, just a moment, he was sure that he had seen a look of irritation appearing on the Major's face, almost as if he was annoyed at the man giving up so easily...
Chapter 1
So, some of you may remember how I was bragging about a story which I was writing... Well, I've actually been working on two stories: the first is a sci-fi themed story, but after some difficulties I've decided to write it in Italian, and I will translate it if people like this one. The other, of which I'm uploading the first part, is along the lines of "vampires werewolves and the likes actually exist and live among us" and the usual things. Not really original, but originality stopped existing in the 20th century, and at least I will avoid having a vampire-werewolf couple (how would their kid be called, varwolf? werempire?). Don't know if somebody will like this, especially since it is my first time writing something this long, but I want to know what people think of it. Oh, if you are interested but don't understand something, just ask: the background of the story is not really clear at this point, since I want to expand it with later chapters.
P.S. before i forget, I need a title. Any idea?
P.P.S. Thanks to :iconmsflurker: for explaining me how to upload this!
Punished for stealing
I'm not really happy with this... it is not the lenght, or the story, or the way it is written -in my opinion it is not a masterpiece, but I have seen (and written) worse- it is simply, well, as if something was missing. Sorry people, probably it is a lack of inspiration, promise that the next one will be better. I'm uploading this you can never tell, maybe somebody will like it.
Shadow of a fox
So, yesterday I asked what people preferred in my next caption: fantasy, demon, beach or maid. Out of the three comments, two wanted a maid and one a fantasy caption. Since I had an idea for both, this wasn't a problem, but the maid caption was a bit... sketchy let's say, while the fantasy one was nearly complete. Now, the thing is this: a friend of mine persuaded me to try Dark Souls 2. Bad choice. I spent three hours trying to do the first level, and I am not even at half. After that odyssey I decided that for today I had enough, and so I wrote this one instead of the other one, which will come out in the next days. Game permitting. So, hope you like this (I did) and wish me good luck, will need it.
Just a quick question: for my next caption, which of these would you prefer: fantasy, demon, beach or maid?
So, I have a couple of things to say: first of all, thanks to all those who also watch my blog, after submitting the link here it has got more than 400 views, which means that the number of views for day has increased by 2000%!
The second thing is that I'm nearing the one hundred captions, between here and my blog (thanks to my first captions, which were much shorter, which meant that I was able to write two or three every day), and I have decided to write something special for it. If I continue writing like I'm doing now, I will probably post it between Sunday and Monday.
The last thing is that I'm starting to write a story- not a caption, a story- which will probably be at least three or four times longer than my usual caption. However, it will take me some time to finish it, so don't expect it this week.
Ah, last thing, have reached 36000 views and 1500 favourites! Glad somebody likes my captions!
  • Mood: Pride
  • Listening to: Mad World
  • Reading: A book about the Ardennes, don't ask
  • Watching: My computer
  • Playing: Fallout 4
  • Eating: Not pizza
  • Drinking: Water

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FormalTGs Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2016  New Deviant Hobbyist Writer
are requests still open?
qetuip Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2016
Sure, always
FormalTGs Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2016  New Deviant Hobbyist Writer
alright awesome :D

I'll note you a request
LightningMegaRaichu Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2016
Huh? I thought I was gonna be in next caption.
qetuip Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2016
You reading my mind, was gonna put you in the next one, since this was a request
LightningMegaRaichu Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2016
Ah I see.
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Thanks for another Fav! :)
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Thanks for the fav on Fairies love Dragon Gold and Demon Cat Jinx!
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Thanks for the Fav! :)
qetuip Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2016
I should be the one thanking you for writing such good stories!
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