Hetalia Parody - Be Our GuestHetalia Parody - Be Our Guest1 month ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
♪Be our guest; Be our guest
England's got a brand new vest
France drank up all the fine sherry
Spain kept in a pirate chest!
Prussia's got his friend Gilbird
Here's a joke: The Bird's the Word!
Please contain your anticipation
Sealand is still not called a nation!
Vodka, beer, or wine by chance?
Look, Russia's doin' the Cossak Dance
Say nothing, Latvia; I think this is just a test!
Last time he broke the plates
Over the Baltic States
Saints be blessed! Save the rest! Don't protest!
Belarus and Ukraine
I hear one of them's insane!
Be prepared, in Poland's care
To see a pony grand parade!
Belgian waffles made with care
What is up with Netherland's hair?!
What is that annoying crying?
Oh it's America's heroic chiming!
Italy's a joke; Romano's a prick
Hand's off England's spotted dick
You didn't think I would go there, guys, I bet!
Austria's got the class
But Prussia kicked his ass
Though to be precise
Miss Hungary has their balls in a vice
Give hate a rest! I did my best!
Unicorn Rights Activism FFM30I frowned, watching the news anchor. Another unicorn hunting group was set up in India to retrieve the horns for their medicinal properties. The camera panned to a lifeless unicorn body, drenched in its own blood. I grimaced. I looked at Oliver and decided, “I’m going to be a unicorn rights activist.”Unicorn Rights Activism FFM301 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Oliver deadpanned, “Oh, exciting.”
“No, I’m serious. What they’re doing is unfair.”
Oliver looked uninterested. “They’re just animals. It’s not like they know what’s happening to them.”
“Animals have a right to live too.”
“God, you’re stupid! You can’t do anything to change this. We need the horns to stop AIDs. Are you pro-disease now?”
“No, of course not! There just has to be a better way than slaughtering them.”
“You can’t just hop on board with every cause you hear about. You have to pick your battles, and this is a stupid one.”
India Erison-General Info-India Erison2 weeks ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: India Erison
Nickname/s: Indie, Indie baby
Sexual Focus: Males
Birthday: August 18
History: She grew up in Arabia, living with her perents and older brother. When her brother came of age, he took India and moved to the united states and lived there with her in a small house. He enrolled her in a school and raised her. When India was 15, her brother got her a job at one of his friends stores and gave her money for school, food, and the house. He left her with the house and a job. India worked when she could, keeping herself healthy. She has little to no memory of her past.
Personality: Formal and reserved. Open to conversation and friendly, but at the same time seems unaprochable to people who dont know her, or one of her friends. She seems distant but is acctually extreamly involved in her cheer team and her dance classes.
Hobbies: Belly dancing, reading, writing
Bad habits: Scratches her wrists when she's nervous, chews
My Little Pony: Plague Rises Ch. 6My Little Pony: Plague Rises Ch. 62 weeks ago in Romance More Like This
An Adventure Begins and a Fear is Revealed
The sun had risen above Equestria once more, signaling a new day to begin and an important event to be underway. The current time was ten ‘til nine. While many citizens were still deep in their sleep, some had woken up to take part in the imminent journeys.
Nopony could take the train, while others wished they could. Despite that it managed to travel to Canterlot safely, the train’s engine was still buggy and would take several days to be repaired. The ponies could wait for so long with Princes at large.
Shining Armor was wide awake. In his den room, he strapped a silver-buckled black belt around his waist. With his magic, he drew out, from his belt-linked scabbard, a broadsword, with a silver hilt and bow guard and dar
My Brother Chapter 1 (North Korea x South Korea)Chapter 1My Brother Chapter 1 (North Korea x South Korea)6 days ago in Romance More Like This
We have grown apart
Nothing is left between us
China was telling a story to us, his brothers and sisters. My brother and I sat on his lap, while Japan was on the ground and had his hands on his chin. Russia was nowhere to be found; we never saw him anymore. Taiwan and Vietnam were to the left and right of China, kneeling. Hong Kong joined Japan on the floor, sitting cross-legged.
Philippines, Singapore, Cambodia, India; they weren't there. Just like Russia, they didn’t come to hear China tell stories. I was holding Hyung Soo (North Korea)’s hand, his slender, pale fingers a testament to his sickly health. Our hands matched exactly, since we were twins, except mine weren’t pale or sickly. Our thoughts matched exactly, our words, our opinions. We were inseparable, and nobody could change that.
“I love you.” I whispered to my brother. Hyung Soo smiled at me. “I love you too, oppa!" he said, grinning.
GerIta. Expecting. 4.Feliciano looked up and down the road, biting his lip softly. Arthur and Antonio were meant to have arrived at 10, it was now 10:30, and he was starting to get worried. Maybe something had gone wrong? Or maybe he’d gotten the date wrong.GerIta. Expecting. 4.1 month ago in General Fiction More Like This
He looked down at his phone, he definitely wasn’t wrong, Ludwig’d written it down. Today at 10.
“Feliciano,” Ludwig said from the door, “Come inside, you’ll get cold.”
“But they’re not here yet,” he whined in return.
Ludwig walked to his side, holding his hand, “They know where we live, they came to the new years party. They’ll be here soon, why don’t I make you a cup of your coffee?”
Feliciano looked back down the road, letting out a small huff, “Ok Ludwig,” he said softly, gripping Ludwig’s hand softly and walking back to the house.
They heard a car horn behind them, and Feliciano turned his head to see a BMW approaching them, parking by the ho
AnomalyTo the dusty winds that swept in from Scarborough FaireAnomaly2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Collecting the souls of roses hung beneath cloistered tapestries
Each word and line an artifact in India ink
Beautiful, dark and lovely...
I am an anomaly.
To green drawbridges crossing in East Coast fishing towns
Where nets and gumrubber boots trudge the salt-cured decks
I am an anomaly.
To schoolchildren in daguerrotypes and pressed-tin memories
Whose shoelaces I am unable to tie for them
Since they are out at play and singing Ring-Around-The-Rosy
Whose fathers are hard smiling men with handlebar mustaches and piercing eyes
Whose mothers fold the linen and lay the silverware carefully on the table
Whose Aunts and Uncles live in Manhattan between the Ellis Island menagerie
And the Bowery
Whose fathers speak in faded words on player piano rolls
Suited for Sunday rose garden afternoons
In a Victorian maple-lined, black-iron fenced dream...
I am an anomaly.
To faultless British gentleman stepping out of cabs in Tashke
[APH] The Role we must Take Have you forgotten, dearest brother, that I feel what you feel. Don't think I don't regret this, every time my sword cuts your skin. Have you forgotten that each time, I too feel this cold blade, the burning sensation cuts deeper than my skin each time it comes across yours. Please, do tell me you know how it hurts me as it hurts you. Do you feel the same when I'm hurt?[APH] The Role we must Take1 month ago in General Fiction More Like This
My precious twin, when did you forget what happened to me behind closed doors? Is it just that you forgot and have become numb to the feeling of invisible bullets breaking through your skull; the agony as it rips through gray matter. Instant or no, it must be burned into both our minds by now. However have you forgotten it? Shouldn't I be the one numb to it, I'm the one that felt it so many times, that felt it for real.
Dear brother, how could you forget me? It hurts more than even bullets. How dare you forget that girl. She died trying to find you during the Japanese Occupation. Where were you? You pr
Walk with mepink forests far awayWalk with me2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
golden sand blown astray
our world is beautiful
our kind is pitiful
blue oceans all around
new planets to be found
nature gives us life
she ignores our strife
old towns made of stone
new cultures build of bone
nature sure is beautiful
human kind still pitiful
our eyes cover worlds
our minds create words
just why my kind can not see
how this world was meant to be
To Split a Rock: Chapter 3It's okay to read this chapter first.To Split a Rock: Chapter 31 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 3: Catching Wind
Low hanging branches peaked out of the darkness and whisked pass as someone runs. The person quickly dodged the thicker branches but ran through thinner ones, letting them hit their body and face. Their footsteps were louder than they’re used to. This only made their anxiety grow more.
A thick branch blended too well in the darkness and they ran straight into it, hitting their face. “UGH!” The person bent down and held their chin where the branch had hit. “Frucking skit!” In their surprise and pain, a thick northern accent slips through. After a moment and a few muttered, foreign insults, they straightened up and stopped to take a breather. With the way their heart was beating after running for so long, they decided it was definitely time to take a break.
The dark, their c
My Hetalia OCName: Anjali BannerjeeMy Hetalia OC1 month ago in Profiles More Like This
Nicknames: Anj, Anji, Lili (called by America), A (Prussia, Denmark), Love (England), Ani (Canada)
Nicknames given to other people: Al, Alfie (America), Ig (England), Mattie (Canada), Fran (France)
Country: North India (I know India is one country, but the north and south are very different)
Age: One month younger than America, so 19
Birthday: August 15th
- medium height and build
- wavy shoulder length black hair
- dark brown almond shaped eyes
- small nose
- high cheek bones
- oval shaped face
- large black plastic rimmed nerd glasses
- a pencil behind one ear
- an old notebook that is falling apart, nobody really knows what is in it, but many people have speculated that it could contain her notes on everyone and everythi
Destroying The Flower: The train ch. 1 March and I were pushed in the train entrance by a man with more than enough height to spare. He was a giant! The man was dressed in a red and black uniform that looked like something a bell-hop would wear. His face was chiseled with a stern expression that gave both of us shivers. He had scars on his face. One going down his lip and another one over his eye. The man has stress lines that decorated the bottom of his eyes along with dark bags. If anything, he looked lifeless. Like a zombie. "Take your seats.", he ordered in a gruff voice. Not wanting to anger him, we did was we were told. March led me to the back of the train. I gripped my suitcase tightly. This train gave me the creeps. The metal framing of the windows were rusted with specks of jade green, the windows were smudged. That wasn't that bad though but, the train looked so old. The carpet was worn out and had stains. They were red. I turned my head away from the floor and looked at the seats. TheDestroying The Flower: The train ch. 12 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A World with Many GodsA World with One GodA World with Many Gods2 weeks ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
is Abstract when others live
Vishnu and Shiva
Info Page: Tawni KalejaUPLOADING INFO...Info Page: Tawni Kaleja3 weeks ago in Profiles More Like This
Date of Info Upload: 8/11/14
Name: Tawni Kaleja
Date of Birth: October 30th, 1998
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Blood Type: A Positive
Species: Witchling - Meister
Personality Type: ESTJ [The Guardian]
Languages: Romani, English, Hindi, Spanish, Hungarian, Russian, a spattering of others.
Personal Motto: "Do not fear the coin's fall before it has committed to a side."
Favorite Color: Orange
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 140 lbs
Dominant Hand: Right
Shoe Size: 5
Piercings: Right Eyebrow Once, Ears Once Each
"Longbow" Technician Tawni
"Quarterstaff" Technician Tawni
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Chapter 16A few hours after Geri had left, Grimm came back home from work. He walked into the kitchen with a wide eyed, bewildered expression. He frowned slightly at Hana and asked, “Where’s Shin? I can’t find him.”Chapter 161 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Yuki Hiro and Kei came to get him a few hours ago.” Hana told him. “They took him back to Japan.”
“What! Why?” His expression switched to worry.
“Oka found the Jorogumo. Hiro said Shin had to be there, to see if his curse could be lifted.”
Grimm sat next to her. “Did they say how long it would take?” Hana shook her head ‘no’. He frowned slightly at the floor. “Wow, I wonder if- do you think they’ll actually do it?”
“I hope they will,” Hana smiled. “It’d be nice if he wasn’t sick anymore, right?” Grimm nodded. “Wait, what about the house?”
“What do you mean?”
“If Shin’s better, will he come back here?