Gazinka PennyroyalGazinka Pennyroyal4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
GAZINKA "GAZ" PENNYROYAL
First Name: Gazinka
Sur Name: Pennyroyal
Nicknames?: Just call her Gaz.
Title(s): Co-Owner of the Green Queen Inn
Age: 26 (Not 100% sure on Gobbo-aging, so I'll use human years for now)
Figure: Rather lady-like, actually, but she has more muscle than most. Not quite orc-like, but more than your average girl.
Height: 3'4" ( a little tall for a goblin)
Weight: "Ya want I should poke yer eye out?"
Birthplace: Isle of Kezan
Dwelling Place/Current Home: Orgrimmar, with frequent trips to Undercity and Silvermoon.
Gaz is almost surely 100% pure sass, with the brass to back it up. She walks with a confident swagger, usually with one hand on her hip, and her expression is either mischievously curious, or totally pissed off.
Her form is hourglass and curvy, with a sl
The Darkfallen and Sanlayn guideThe Darkfallen and Sanlayn guide3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Darkfallen, San'layn.
Welcome to the Darkfallen, San'layn guide. Here you can find all the information currently known about the race and faction. Information will be added over time if anything new becomes available.
Before you decide to make a Darkfallen character.
Think for a moment. Reconsider, maybe. Playing a Darkfallen is considered difficult, if near impossible, to pull off.
First of all, they aren't vampires.
Second, they're undead. Not attractive and glitzy.
Third, they cannot create other Darkfallen.
Fourth, they're most likely Scourge loyal.
Racial name: Darkfallen.
'Faction name': San'layn, of the Scourge.
Previous race: Blood elf only.
Language(s): Thalassian, Common.
The Darkfallen are the elite, immortal soldiers of the Scourge
HetaliaxReader: Snowstorm ~ Peppermint Tea EndingIf only someone would pass by, my parent answering their phone (at least turning it on), or even if I even had a warm drink, it would be slightly better.HetaliaxReader: Snowstorm ~ Peppermint Tea Ending2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
~You Choose PepperMint Tea~
If only I had some tea. Like Peppermint Tea (which is my favourite), sweet, warm, with a little bit of steam coming off of it. I sighed, since I would have to get home in order to have any, and I'm out here. Middle of Nowhere Park. I hung my hand down and reached into my pocket. I felt something hit my hand so I pulled it out. It was a little Japanese candy from my friend as a goodbye present. It was a banana Hi-chew. I did like Hi-Chews, but had never tasted the banana ones before.
It was odd, to be sure. Not my cup of tea though.
As I was chewing on my little candy, I thought I heard footprints, but no-one was around. I shrugged it off, and went back to sitting on my hands, getting the last bits of banana flavours out of my mouth. Then the footsteps sounded closer and stopped very close by.
I looked up to
HetaliaXReader: Snowstorm ~ Apple Cider EndingIf only someone would pass by, my parent answering their phone (at least turning it on), or even if I even had a warm drink, it would be slightly better.HetaliaXReader: Snowstorm ~ Apple Cider Ending2 years ago in Romance More Like This
~You choose Apple Cider~
[A/N: In this story, you took German as a Second language for a few years]
If only I had a glass of Apple Cider. Sweet and warm, just like the kind my German teacher at my old school let me try (the kind without alcohol of course). I miss the German Teacher at my old school, as she was the only teacher who I liked. I had loved learning the language, since it had kept me company, all those many songs and words.
The snow and wind had started easing up around me, but it was still really cold. For some strange reason, German carols were starting to get stuck into my mind. (It is close enough to Christmas, and no-one was around to hear me.) Since I only remembered the first verse, I started to sing it, realizing it was close to my situation right now. Being cold outside, and wanted to be let in before I was frozen.
AmericaxClarinetist!Reader - Mardi Gras ParadesAmericaxClarinetist!Reader - Mardi Gras Parades2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Ugh, I HATE PARADES!!!” I stomped off the road to the band trailer after my second-to-last Mardi Gras parade. In case you haven’t figured out by now, I’m not particularly fond of them.
“Aw, c’mon, _____.” Alfred patted my back. “They’re not that bad.”
I glared at him. “Yeah, well you don’t have to march in them.”
Alfred made a thinking face. “Alright, then. I’ll tell you what. I’m gonna march in your next parade.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You’re joking.”
He shook his head, grinning. “Nope. I’m totally gonna march in your next parade. And I’m gonna be marching right next to you.”
“And how, pray tell, are you gonna pull that off when you’re not even in the band?”
A smirk crawled onto my best friend’s face. “Don’t worry. I’ll be a chaperone.”
I sighed, face-palming. “Well, you are o
Facebook Official (Mini Contest Entry)Spain x ReaderFacebook Official (Mini Contest Entry)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What was this?
You tried to form a coherent thought, but that one word just floated lazily to the surface of your mind.
He had switched his Facebook status to single, only minutes before you'd logged on. The little pink heart next to his name was mocking you. Another sentence bubbled up to join the word. The 'heart' symbol actually represents the plant used by the Romans for birth control. You weren't sure where you'd read that. It didn't really seem relevant at the moment.
You leaned back from the screen, and the leather under your butt groaned in protest. The coffee shop was mostly empty, but for the cute guy behind the counter. His green eyes locked with yours as you glanced around the room. You held his gaze, and he smiled.
"Can I help you with anything else, señorita?" he asked. "More coffee?" You shook your head and gestured to you drink, which you had barely touched.
"I'm good," you said simply. He continued to smile, and y
The idiot you are (Boxer!RomanoXReader)The underground boxing ring was musty, old. The ground was stained with all manner of substances: beer, dried saliva and dark red patches which he presumed was blood. It was his first match, so naturally the Italian was jumped-up and nervous. People strained against the ropes, trying to get a good place to stand and watch. Others brandished betting slips, arguing vehemently with other gamblers. All the while, the heat beat down on Lovino’s shoulders. He felt sick. His stomach seemed to be participating in a gymnastics competition and the smoke from all the cigars, cigarettes and cigarillos wasn’t helping him.The idiot you are (Boxer!RomanoXReader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“You’ll be fine. You’ll do great.” His brother kept muttering absentmindedly, in an attempt to make him feel more confident, he supposed. They were sitting in the back of the room, along with some other boxers. None of them would be Lovino’s opponent however. The brunette was a light-weight, in the best sense of the word. Heck, he was ligh
Simple Wishes: EnglandXReader"For the last time, love, I don't need your bloody help!" Arthur Kirkland's bright green eyes met yours, narrowing, sending you a warning about the dangerous territory you were crossing.Simple Wishes: EnglandXReader2 years ago in Humor More Like This
You looked right back into his eyes with a cold glare of your own, hands on your hips. "Arthur, your cooking has hozpitalized ten men, nine women, and almost put poor Alfred into a coma!" The harsh truth in your haughty retort caused the Brit to flinch, but didn't seem to crack his iron resolve.
You groaned; while you loved most things about your boyfriend, his ability to be such a stubborn ass wasn't on the list. You wished he would just give up and let you teach him how to cook, though he still seemed to think his posinous cooking was edible.
You stepped closer to him, a sigh escaping your lips; you didn't want to pull this card, but he left you with no other choice. "Let me teach you how to cook or, so help me, I'll shave off your eyebrows!"
The Brit squeaked in horror, his hands flying to his abnor
Set you free (EnglandXMermaid Reader)You blinked your groggy eyes open, but shut them again almost immediately. A piercing white light seared past your eyelids and succeeded in giving you a throbbing headache. Where was this...?Set you free (EnglandXMermaid Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Moving your arms was difficult and when you tried to tug them apart, something held them together. Rope? You beat your tail gently and you felt the water you were submerged in wave slightly.
Turning around you tried to swim to the surface of the ocean but after a moment you bashed your face into something. You’d grown accustomed to the burning light by now and slowly opened your eyes.
The image that spread in front of you was something you’d never forget. Humans. Humans, tons of them! They were everywhere, throngs of them crowding around the sphere you were stuck in. Panic took over you and you looked around frantically.
A sort of humming noise was coming from them and they were all opening and closing their mouths like beached fish. You beat your scaled tail against the hard glass aga
N.ItalyxReader: Dear Pen-Pal EPILOGUE?So a year passed, and Feliciano and I were still a couple. Every day I wore the ring he gifted me in remembrance that I would see him again. My first year in college went well, and I was looking forward to sitting in the airport with a stupid sign with "Feliciano Vargas" written on it. However, we had been talking, and he said that he might have trouble flying out due to financial issues. One night when I was home along, I sat down on the computer for a video Skype with Feliciano for the final decision. I anxiously waited for the little icon to tell me he was online. Once I saw he was online, I immediately clicked the icon for a video chat. I waited for a little bit, and all of a sudden, a screen appeared, revealing my gorgeous boyfriend's face. I smiled for a little bit, until I noticed he was crying.N.ItalyxReader: Dear Pen-Pal EPILOGUE?3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Feli, is everything okay?" I asked him worryingly.
"Ciao, il mio amore," he sighed.
"Why are you crying?"
Feliciano sighed deeply. "I checked my account and financial situation."
RomanoxReader Dancing Was the Right PrescriptionRomanoxReader Dancing Was the Right Prescription1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
He didn’t know why he had taken the job. He hated the music, the bar smoke made him cough the entire time, and all of the people pissed him off. But it paid the bills, so he usually didn’t ‘t complain too much, as long as he wasn’t forced to play that song: “Mambo Italiano”. Unfortunately for the musician, “Mambo Italiano” was the last song in his set nearly every night.
The brunet shook his head, causing a thin, curly strand of hair sticking up on the right side of his head to bounce. ‘Come on, Lovino. Keep it together. Just three more songs and you can go get smashed with Toni.’
To be quite frank, the young Italian hated that damned song. Oh lord, how he hated it! He couldn’t stand the words, the stupid rhythms he plucked out on the upright bass, or that damned singer’s voice. Those fottutos who ran the bar he worked in thought they knew his country.
The bar was done up in an Americanized Italian style: so
AmericaXReader: One Man Hide and Seek Silence.AmericaXReader: One Man Hide and Seek2 years ago in Horror More Like This
There's nothing more in the world right now, as the earth's inhabitants safely rest in their beds. Tucked in tight, they worry not about the spirits lurking in the spilling moonlight, as you do now.
You draw yourself closer together, listening for any sounds. But there's nothing but the still and sickening silence of the night.
You wait a little while longer in anxiety, wondering what could be holding Alfred up. But as that thought passes by, you hear the slightest creek in the floorboard.
Sharply, you draw a breath, and hope it wasn't what you feared the most.
There is another creek; in front of the closet door.
Your heart pounds against your chest, but you don't say a word, for you don't want to break the rules.
The closet door is slowly pulled back and you push yourself against that wall in fear, only to find that it was Alfred, who quickly scrambles inside.
You exhale deeply, shooting him a dirty look.
"It moved." He says quietly, barely hiding the excitemen
AmericaXReader: Toy Soldier (Name) sat in the warm bath, her arms draped daintily over the edge of the tub, a bottle of whiskey in hand. Her legs dipped gently in and out of the lukewarm water, creating small tidal waves that would crash sloppily into the porcelain sides. Steam enveloped the small, private room, creating an isolating atmosphere.AmericaXReader: Toy Soldier2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Alfred…” (Name) groaned out, as she pressed one wet hand into her forehead. It was one of those days again; where she had to put a fake smile out for her son, where she had to pretend that she actually liked going to work and talking to totally self-conceited women. It was one of those days where she missed her ever absent jerk of a husband.
“If you keep that up,the whole city’s gonna hear ya.”
“Oh, shut up you.” (Name) slurred out, her limp arm flailing as she took another gulp of alcohol; the liquid raced down her throat, igniting a deep, hungry f
Photoalbums and wine (FranceXReader)“Hey chérie!” Francis greeted you when he opened the door to his house. “Hi!” You said, grinning toothily and hugging him. Smiling, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a kiss.Photoalbums and wine (FranceXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Thanks for coming to help me today, chérie.” He murmured, his forehead resting against yours. “No problem Francis.” You replied, gazing sweetly up at him. “Let’s get started then.” He took your hand, pulling you to the back of his house.
“This is it,” he sighed, gesturing at a double-doored closet,”I suggest you stand back.”
You cocked your head in question, but did as he said, leaning against the wall. Francis seemingly braced himself, taking a deep breath, pulling the doors open at one and springing to the side.
A mountain of clutter, boxes and just general dirt flowed into the room. You grimaced, sniffing the air as though he might have something toxic in amongst all of the cardboard boxes, books and
To Read a Book"It's time to read." says the teacher.To Read a Book3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Take out your books."
Several students scowl.
Audible groans circle the classroom.
But not I.
I've been waiting all day for this.
Taking my book out, I greet the characters one by one.
My friends. My enemies.
New and old.
I listen to their voices.
Some are heard often.
Others have become all but still with the passage of time.
But they are never truly silent.
They sleep, waiting for someone to rifle through their pages, from the beginning or a much-returned-to place.
They love and hate.
They cry and laugh.
They rest and scheme.
And they are always there for me.
I open the cover. But I don't just turn a page.
I lift a lid to a magical box that contains secrets and lies; whispers and howls; noise and silence.
I look into this swirl of imagery and my mind dances.
Letters and words swirl around me in a galaxy of life and meaning, begging me to come.
To read and understand.
The bell rings and my classmates eagerly pack away their books as
The Pocket Watch (Introduction)The Pocket Watch (Introduction)2 years ago in Drama More Like This
The Pocket Watch (Introduction)
Seeing the Silver 15th century pocket watch could put any buyer in a gaze of wonder, curiosity, and also pity. Who would’ve been so foolish in to loose or misplace such a valuable item!? From its high craftsmanship to its prime silver detail in all of its unique display, what had happened to cause such a misfortune? This might just be one of those enigmas the world may never know but only guess.
“Do I see 150 dollars? 150? 150 people”, called the young a piped up gentleman at the podium. A mistress raised her hand for the first bid. “Okay madam. Do I see 200? 200 dollars for this extraordinary piece of work? Anyone? 200—.” An older man raised his hand in silence. The pawn shop must’ve only lasted a few minutes. Not because it wasn’t of value but of all the bidders whom wanted to obtain it. It was indeed a very excellent and well keep piece of work.
“As most of you already know, this pocket watc
Artificial Flowers [ItalyxReader]It was no secret that the art department and the chemistry department couldn't really understand each other. But that wasn't a reason to say that chemistry was the most boring thing in the world. Chemistry can have a beautiful side as well, and you would show them.Artificial Flowers [ItalyxReader]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, more like you would show HIM. Feliciano Vargas, a professor at the art derpartment. Whenever you talked to him it seemed that he was bored, always looking away or changing the topic.
Were you really that uninteresting? You wanted him to look at you, smile at you, to ki--
As you prepared everything for 'project', you blushed. Did you really think that last part? You would lie, if you said that he wasn't attractive, but did you really like him like that?
Shaking your head at that preposterous thought, you got some beakers out of the cupboard. You put them onto the table and poured water into them, about one centimetre high.
*He'll surely like it...*
You smiled a bit to yourself as you took out the white round filters. In