Icons: Intro (Hetalia x reader)You yawned in a bored way and gazed at the computer screen.Icons: Intro (Hetalia x reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was 3:00 in the morning and you were browsing deviant-art while eating Nutella (or peanut butter, whichever you prefer) and drinking (favorite drink).
You chuckled slightly at the funny cat picture, you faved it and left a witty comment. Suddenly, a small window popped up on your screen:
You frowned. Below that sentence was a line of colorful pixilated icons, each no taller that two centimeters.
It was probably a virus thing but you had the bad habit of falling for them just out of curiosity. You shrugged
“What have I got to lose?”
‘Your entire identity’ your conscious reminded
You stood up, put away the Nutella, and put the spoon in the sink. You stood in front of the fridge for a completely minute in indecision then got some water and meandered back to the computer.
The window was still open and to say the least you were curious. You shrugged
Icons (pirate!england x reader)Icons (pirate!england x reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You scanned the list of icons; your eyes fell on the cup of tea, shrugging you clicked it. The screen went black. “Uh oh” you murmured. At the top of the screen, words began to appear
Download complete, initiating reality ‘pirate.’
Code Name: eyebrows.
There was a flash of blinding light
“Ahh!” you cried shielding your eyes. The room seemed to spin, your chair tipped backwards and everything went black.
“Ohhh” you moaned, “now that hurts like the dickens”
You had an ear-splitting headache, and you seemed to be lying uncomfortably on a cold hard surface. In the distance, shouts and other various noises echoed in an odd way.
Your eyes popped open as your memory of the previous night came back; scrambling to your feet you assessed your surroundings.
You were in a dingy dirty alleyway filled with old crates. Even odder than this was the fact you were wearing a dress that looked like it came out of the
Icons (celebrity!America x reader)Icons (celebrity!America x reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You scanned the list of icons; your eyes fell on the hamburger, shrugging you clicked it. The screen went black. “Uh oh” you murmured. At the top of the screen, words began to appear.
Download complete, initiating reality ‘actor.’
Code Name: Hero
There was a flash of blinding light.
“Ahh!” you cried shielding your eyes. The room seemed to spin, your chair tipped backwards and everything went black.
Your eyes flew open; you were standing in the midst of a crowd of screaming women. You were jostled and shoved until you found yourself pressed against a series of ropes.
The ropes were the only boundaries between the crowd and a long red carpet, to your right, down were the carpet were a set of double doors, which flew open.
A handsome young man strolled out, flanked by guards. The screaming intensified. The man was dressed in trendy jeans and checkered button-down shirt. His hair was dusty blonde and messy with an odd curl sticking out, his brigh
Icons (chef!Spain x reader)Icons (chef!Spain x reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You scanned the list of icons; your eyes fell on the bull, you shrugged and clicked it. The screen went black “uh oh” you murmured, words began to appear at the top of the screen.
Download complete, initiating reality ‘chef.’
Code name: tomato
There was a flash of blinding white light “ahh!” you cried shielding your eyes, your chair tipped backwards and everything went black.
You jerked awake snapped your head up. Feeling a sharp pang in your neck, you massaged the back of your neck while perusing your surroundings.
You were sitting in a chair at a small table with a candle and a burgundy tablecloth. The other tables were occupied mainly by couples taking advantage of the romantic setting.
“ma’am, what would you like to drink?”
You jerked your head around, earning another stab of pain, to see a young woman in traditional serving garb.
“I should sue for whiplash,” you muttered applying light pressure to your
Hetalia- Obsessed when...You know you're obsessed with Hetalia whenHetalia- Obsessed when...6 years ago in Humor More Like This
 When you wonder why the polar bear at the zoo isn't talking to you
 When your teacher questions you when you constantly squeal during History class
 When you scream "Happy Birthday Alfred" and/or "Take that Arthur" on the Fourth of July in a large crowd of people and are proud when they give you the WTF look
 When you know what Sealand is and people find you weird for telling them he's a little kid in a blue sailor suit that was for sale on eBay
 When you laugh if a country's "vital regions" are discussed in the news/media
 When you question why only a few countries use Japanese as the foremost language
 When in a conversation about APH, you specifically use both country and human names to confuse the people around you
 (the obvious) When you ask, no, COMMAND people to become one with mother Russia and laugh hysterically when they look confused, telling them "everyone eventually becomes one with Russia" before
Icons (racecar driver!Romano x reader)Icons (racecar driver!Romano x reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You scanned the list of icons; your eyes fell on the flame, you shrugged and clicked it. The screen went black. “Uh oh” you murmured. Words began to appear at the top of the screen.
Download complete initiating reality ‘racecar driver.’
Code Name: Chigi (I was really tempted to make it a swearword)
There was a flash of bright light “ahh you cried shielding your eyes, your chair tipped backwards and everything went black.
You opened your eyes to see that you were hovering about five feet from the dark asphalt that was the ground.
“EEP!” you shrieked as gravity worked and you hit the ground. You head jerked up and you looked up to see a man standing on a small platform holding a checkered flag.
A huge crowd in a stadium was behind him.
You heard the loud whirring roar of approaching cars. You looked to your right to see a whole bunch heading right for you. You realized that you were sitting on a racetrack j
I hate --I hate --4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I hate that I have nothing better to do than to make this list.
I hate how I'm going to make about 43578978 typos while writing this.
I hate how I'm too lazy to go back and fix said typos.
I hate that I don't have word office or whatever to correct my typos.
I hate that my computer crashes every other month.
I hate how I still don't use a flash drive to back my work up.
I hate that I had so many unfinished, near-completion pictures I lost because of said crash.
I hate how long it takes me to finish art trades.
I hate how people take shit so seriously.
I hate that I used to take shit so seriously.
I hate how people can take the -internet- so seriously.
I hate that there will be those few select people who take these lists seriously.
I hate how out of those people, a few of them will pretend to take it seriously, but they really don't, and are just arguing for the lulz.
I hate how much I love reading do it for the lulz's stuff.
I hate yaoi.
I hate yaoi's incredibly scary fan base.
The Avatar StateThe Avatar State:The Avatar State3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just as there are four elements
Existing in harmony with one another
So too are there four states of poetry:
Air is the element of freedom
Exemplified by the use of free verse
It has no structure and no true shape
But allows us creative control
Through the use of air as a poetic medium
We allow our emotions a freedom to be
We allow them to soar upon worded wings
Gliding freely through the skies of literature
Water is the element of the changing flow
It can be hard as ice or as soft as snow.
Its nature resembles the power of rhyme
Which grants us order and a structured mind
By pushing and pulling the words we may-
create a picture of what we wish to say
Painted upon a canvas of emotional lines
We create a sculpture of structured rhymes
Earth is uncomprising
Craggy on the whole, it resembles the concrete
Like the craggy mountains with peaks and valleys
It can take us down
A creative alley. For rock resembl
Icons (secret agent!prussia x reader)Icons (secret agent!prussia x reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You scanned the list of icons; your eyes fell upon the baby chick, shrugging you clicked it. The screen went black. “Uh oh” you murmured. At the top of the screen, words began to appear.
Download complete, initiating reality ‘secret agent.’
Code Name: Awesome
There was a flash of blinding light.
“Ahh!” you cried shielding your eyes. The room seemed to spin, your chair tipped
backwards and everything went black.
You awoke face down on a cold cement surface. You sat up slightly to see you were on a rooftop in the dead of night.
A chilly wind blew, and the cold stars sparkled down from the midnight blue sky. Suddenly, the trapdoor that leads from the roof down to the building flew open and a young man appeared.
He had crimson eyes and silver hair; he was wearing a snappy tuxedo with a blood red bowtie. He caught sight of you and cracked a grin.
“Err…?” you replied he hopped
Prowl+Jazz FicbitWARNING! "Slash" ahead. Just goopy angsty stuff, though. Nothing icky.Prowl+Jazz Ficbit7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There are many people who will tell you that I cant sit still for more than five minutes at a time. And, admittedly, those people are generally right. I like to keep moving, you see. Sitting still means that the world is moving and I am not, and for some reason that just strikes me as all kinds of wrong.
But there are one or two exceptions to the general Jazz-just-cant-sit-still-for-the-life-of-him rule. One of those rare occasions is when I manage to find something that completely absorbs my attention so that I dont realize that time is passing while Im sitting still. A rare, really good movie, for instance, will sometimes fill the bill. Or theres always listening to some new, interesting music that I havent heard a dozen times already. The other...
The other would be that, without fail, I can lose myself in just watching Prowl. It doesnt matter what hes doing, really
CIRL 2P!ItalyxReader"What the hell," you muttered, sitting in the midst of what looked like an explosion of screws, bolts, and bits of wood. That's right, my friend, you had just bought an IKEA desk earlier today against your better judgment and were now working on putting it together.CIRL 2P!ItalyxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
And failing miserably.
"How the heck does screw A4 fit into hole H6?!" you shrieked, about to throw the pieces into the wall. You were quite surprised that you hadn't ripped the diagrams and instructions into millions of pieces by now.
"Whoever designed these shitty things must have been a sadist," you determined, glaring darkly at the paper that was supposed to be helping you. You held it in your hands and turned it every which way, but no matter what you did, the pictures never made sense.
"WHY WON'T YOU TELL ME YOUR SECRETS?!?!?!"
"Maybe because it's a piece of paper, bella." With a squeak-shriek, you twisted and fell into the massive piles of useless desk parts. A chuckle made its way to your ears as you sat up to look
This is a SongThis is a song for the lost, the broken and the damned,This is a Song3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is a song for the hopeless, the outgunned and the outmanned.
This is one for the sinners, and the non-believers too,
This is a song for all those people, people just like YOU!
This is the anthem of the normal, the oppressed and the abused,
This is a song for those people hidden from everybody's views.
This is the prayer of the unwanted, the unneeded and the small,
This is one for the unheeded, so let's give it our all!
This is a song for the people, who always just want to cry,
This is the anthem for those who have once wanted to die!
This is a song for all the people, that are dead inside,
This is a song for everyone, who has ever cried.
-by Forgotten-Reaper, 24th July 2012
Cat!BTT X Reader - Transformed -Part 1Cat!BTT X Reader - Transformed -Part 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cat! BTT X Reader
Part 1 of 4- Contest Prize for :iconanger-problems:
“So that’s what happened….”England sighed on the other line of the phone, as the rain poored down around your home in the suburbs.
You pinched your temple and thought at what he had just told you over the phone, a clap of thunder sounding in the distance.
Once again France had made some snarky remark to England about his looks, which seemed to tick the Englishman off to the point where he decided to curse the Frenchman.
He decided the best way to get the ‘frog’ back was to turn France’s luscious blond hair into a deep and crazy shade of pink or green that would make him look unstylish and tacky.
So England made a potion hid potion and made it look like a new fancy kind of wine that France would have just died to try. He even wrote a card that it was from Italy, so France would know that the wine would definitely be good, or at least a little less better than Fren
Rilzit Chapter 01Rilzit Chapter 019 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By Kitteh and Neofox
Warnings: Violence and intense smooching
Disclaimer: Smeets will eat our souls if we dare claim Invader Zim. So yeah, Jhonen can keep his smeets of DOOM! We just want to borrow Zim and Dib for a fic, so calm yourselves.
Summary: ZADR. 'Why didn't I listen to Dad? I could have been safe at home studying science or some stupid shit, but noooo....I had to fall in love with a stupid alien and help him take over the Earth. Real smart Dib. Maybe next time you should just stamp moron on your forehead, much more effective
It was another day at the educational establishment known as High Skool. Such a lovely place to be. Well, that is, unless you're one Dib...uh...whatever his last name is. Anyway, Dib didn't look like his younger eleven year old self, that's because he was sixteen now and much taller; 6'1 to be exact.
I Don't Mean To Be Rude...But I am getting quite sick of your attitude.I Don't Mean To Be Rude...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And if you think you are free of all guilt and suspicion.
I'm afraid, you will find, you are only in remission...
For I'll hunt you quietly, silent and slow.
And I'll wait till you slip, before I lay you low.
But when you're filled to the brim with fear; chasing the shadows away.
I'll appear inside your mirror--and I might come out to play...
...So tell me, do you fear me now?
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th December 2013
ThE dReAmSThE dReAmS3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"LOVELY DAY OUT! Isn't it...?"
It certainly was a miraculous day, very much so, at least to my eyes. The clouds had left their foggy posts, at least for the most part, and the moonlight shone through beautifully, tinting the blood and cadavers on the lawn in the neon shades of green and pink. Tavros, my beautiful Tavros, remained silent at my side, a heavy weight on my side. Had he always been this heavy? I'd missed so much, it seemed, since his escape. NO! NO, IT WASN'T AN ESCAPE, I NEVER HELD HIM AGAINST HIS WILL, HE LEFT, HE ONLY LEFT, THAT'S WHAT IT WAS. HE LEFT AND LOST HIS WAY, SAID HE'D BE BACK AND JUST MISPLACED HIMSELF. BUT NOW HE'S BACK FOR GOOD...
I cock my head slightly to look at him, a warm loving smile gracing my lips without having to think about it. "YOU DON'T TALK MUCH ANYMORE. Are you sick...?" His legs remain pellmell against the overgrown grasses, hands folded in his lap. I can't help myself; I run my clawed hand through his growing hair, linger playfully at the ba
LovinoxReader: Morning DistractionsLovinoxReader: Morning Distractions8 months ago in Romance More Like This
Lovino groaned groggily as he buried his face into the warm and velvety crook of his companion's neck. He could feel the warm golden rays of sunshine hitting his bare torso, signaling it was morning and time to get up, yet he had no desire to do so whatsoever.
His arms tightened their hold on the women curled up before him, your smaller frame molding perfectly against his. Cracking his eyes open slowly, his gaze roamed over your smooth skin that glowed in the morning light, and he smiled as he felt your deep and rhythmic breathing.
Sitting up slowly, he propped himself up on his elbow, resting the side of his face in his hand as a gentle smile graced his lips as he watched you sleep. His fingers ran lightly against your cheek carefully before he brushed some hair from your face, causing a small crease to form between your brows. He couldn't help but grin at the sight, continuing to stare at your slumbering form as he ran his fingertips over your shoulder and down your arm. When you shi
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 1Everlasting Snow: Chapter 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
The fire crackles before you, telling you its history in a long-forgotten language. You sit on the floor in front of it, staring attentively back into its dancing flames, hypnotized by its tale that you can’t understand. It pops and bursts at moments of excitement, making your heart skip a beat even though you can’t quite figure out why.
Your fantasy book lays forgotten beside you as you listen, clutching to your hot chocolate and drawing your blanketed knees up as a makeshift table.
It’s quite talkative, really. But that tends to happen when you’ve been around for a very long time and someone finally sits down to listen to your story, even if they can’t understand you. You see, that’s the thing with fire. It can never quite get through its tale, whether it’s because it gets put out by the impatient or goes out because someone gets bored and neglects to fuel it.
All in all, it’s very excited that it has an audience today.
As the fire paus
Gone a Little RottenI don't know when it started.Gone a Little Rotten1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I'd gone a little off.
When my mind had gotten twisted,
And bubbled like a broth.
I don't know when it happened,
When I'd gone a little green.
When I'd turned a little rotten;
And dreamed a rotten dream.
And I don't know why it happened,
But this I know to say;
Twenty-two are buried here,
But twenty-three today...
...Now then, why don't we find some place nice and quiet (^_^)
- Chen Yuan Wen, Broken World Series, 19th December 2013
Late Night Baking. [[Eren Jaeger x Reader]]Late Night Baking. [[Eren Jaeger x Reader]]1 year ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Eren, stop-" You whipped your head to the side as the boy clapped a handful of flour in front of your face, staining your hair. He moved back from you as he grabbed his sides and began laughing obnoxiously. Grabbing your locks, you pulled off some of the flour that covered your strands of hair and smeared it onto Eren's face.
You let out a triumphant laugh as he blinked his eyes free of flour and shot you a revengeful glare. His glare lingered on you for a while, just before the boy turned around and held a spoonful of cinnamon inches from your face, a smug grin on his lips. You instinctively recoiled back and grimaced.
"Don't even think about it." You accusingly pointed at him as you gradually backed up.
Trudging towards you, Eren waved the spoon around and moved it in a snake-like motion, as if he were trying to feed a stubborn baby. "Come on," he purred, his voice so strangely attractive it caused you to visibly shiver.
"We still have to finish making those gingerbread cookie
Sleep. [[Jean Kirschtein x Reader]]Sleep. [[Jean Kirschtein x Reader]]1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Warm tears built up in the corner of your eyes as you gripped on tightly. A soft sob escaped your lips, your eyes stinging with salty tears. You bit your bottom lip to cease its trembling, but it was no use.
Your head spun, your vision unfocused, your heart plunged to the pit of your stomach from the sudden loss.
Sniffling, you wiped your watery eyes on the sleeve of your shirt and tucked your uncombed bangs behind your ears.
It felt as if everything had collapsed down on you all at once.
You jolted upright almost immediately and let go of the thick novel you held. Coming back to your senses, you relaxed your shoulders and stared into the distance, as if nothing mattered any more.
The brown-haired boy heavily sighed. "How long are you going to cry over that fictional character?" He emphasized on the word 'fictional' and snatched the book from your lap, tossing it onto the wooden floor.
"Jean!" You leaned over the boy and stretched out your arm, atte
Saints of San AxolotlEcho birds are as common as muck, and about the same color. Theyre found only in San Axolotl, where they scurry along the paving stones and under the tables of the street cafes, through trash-clogged back alleys and down the walks of rooftop gardens, looking for scraps and seeds. Once you leave the city, though, the echo bird population tapers off within five miles, and the only specimens anywhere else in the world have glass eyes and are wired to their perches.Saints of San Axolotl6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Echo birds are not mimics. There are all kinds of mimics in the bird kingdom, from the pygmy mynah to the rare and savage Cassowary Macaw, whose repertoire generally consists of the screams and curses of its last unfortunate victim. Mimicry is no longer a particularly impressive trick. Any old parrot, with time and patience, can learn to whistle the national anthem and make obscene comments, or both at the same time.
The echo bird, however, does something quite beyond mimicry. If you encounter an echo bird, all you will s
Scootaloo's Stolen HeartScootaloo's Stolen Heart4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scootaloo's Stolen Heart
"That's all for today, everypony! Class dismissed!" said Cheerilee, well...cheerily! The students began to put away their belongings and head for the exit, creating a slow funnel towards the door.
Near the back of the class, Apple Bloom poked Scootaloo with a hoof. "Hey, Scoot, are ya comin' by the clubhouse today?"
Scootaloo blinked a couple times as she put a book away in her desk, then turned to face her friends. "O' course I am. Why wouldn't I?"
"Well," began Sweetie Belle, putting a forehoof to her own mouth as she stood with a silly grin on her face. "We've been a little worried about you. After all, you have been coming to school every day lately."
Apple Bloom giggled. "And that's sooo not like you. Is somethin' goin' on?"
Rolling her eyes, Scoot exhaled a hefty sigh. She always had to deal with her other classmates teasing her for missing school, and
Anything You Can Do [Daddy!Eren x Mommy!Reader]Anything You Can Do [Daddy!Eren x Mommy!Reader]1 year ago in Humor More Like This
Anything you can do I can do better
“Eren!” Eren’s wife called, “Can you watch Belle tonight?” She asked.
“Um… sure, why?” he questioned.
“Because, Mikasa and I want to take a break from the kids, and go shop.” [Name] smiled.
Well, there was that, and the fact that they had just had an argument over who’s better with taking care of children, [Name] or Eren.
“O-ok.” To tell the truth, Eren was quite nervous. Their daughter, Christabelle, or Belle for short, was only 6 months old. She could kind of crawl, and she was starting to get into things.
“Great! I’ll be leaving now! If you need anything , call me.” She kissed Eren, handing him Belle, and kissed Belle, too, “And Belle, be good for Daddy, okay?”
Belle cooed, as if to say yes.
Eren looked down at his daughter, she wasn’t planned, but he has to admit, he was glad he went along with [Name] wanting to