Adult!PrussiaXOC!Child!Reader pt11 [Last Birthday]For the last five years, things haven't changed. You've been enjoying your life with Gilbert and Ludwig. You've grown very close to Gilbert and had even developed a small crush on him (how many little girl's don't develop crushes on their dads? Just like little boys and their moms.) You had confided this fact in Feliciano, you told him a lot of stuff. You had become to view him as your older sister/BFF.Adult!PrussiaXOC!Child!Reader pt11 [Last Birthday]2 years ago in Drama More Like This
As you sat on your bed, listening to your music, you thought back to a night when you had woken up from a bad dream. In your dream, there was a monster wearing a long flowing scarf. He was chasing you and you were running away from him towards Gilbert and Ludwig. But it didn't matter how hard and fast you ran, Ludwig and Gilbert only seemed to get further and further away as the monster got closer. You could see them in the distance, Germany standing next to Gilbert who was yelling somethi
2p!Goblin King!England x Reader You race throughout the halls of a Labyrinth large enough to be trapped forever. But, you were lead to the center by a smell. What was this smell you might ask? It was the smell of cupcakes, vanilla cupcakes with a sugary frosting.2p!Goblin King!England x Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why were you in this labyrinth? Well, you had to go save your little brother, Peter. He was kidnapped by, well, the Goblin King. He wanted you to enter his Labyrinth, and the only way you would've if it was by force to save your little brother.
You arrived at the center of the maze. You saw your brother, being held standing by firmly rooted vines, that were slowly climbing up his face. "(y/n)! Be Careful!" he yelled in warning. You ran up the arced staircase to reach your brother, but you were stopped by a man standing in front of you.
He has pinkish blond hair, some of it in spikes pointing in random directions. His eyes were a pale shade of sky blue with pink swirled in the midst. His Skin was pale and h
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
Chapter 1: Appearances Part I of IIOrgrimmar was hot. Well, it was always rather warm, even in the winter. Something about this day, however, was especially stifling. Perhaps it was this assignment to track down and investigate a pair who had supposedly been practicing an outlawed sort of voodoo. Apparently it involved using blood. Every source, however, had been an Alliance corpse. Koshei could see nothing objectionable about this. A dead Ally was lucky it wasn't torn apart by wild boars. What did they care what the bodies were used for?Chapter 1: Appearances Part I of II3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The 'mission,' however, was not the largest thorn in the elf's side. Slowly, Koshei glanced over at the paladin standing next to him. Leander.
"Looks like they finally split up. She's heading down the drag probably towards the Valley of Wisdom," Leander observed, shielding his eyes with a hand. "Unless you'd rather go after that monster of a troll."
The paladin grinned, elbowing him in the side. Koshei struggled to keep from rolling his eyes. Leander was his superior by tw
EnglandXReaderXPrussia Who's is it? P.4EnglandXReaderXPrussia Who's is it? P.42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sunshine blinding you from opening your eyes so you rolled over and felt something warm the ac was blowing cold air so you wrapped your self in the objects warm embrace your head started to throb and you relised you need an aspirin so you opened your eyes the best you could you saw white hair rubbing your eyes you noticed this wasn't your boyfriend it was...it was....
"Scheiße* my head" Crimson eyes met with (E/C) "(Y/N)!!!" He jumped up too fast and fell out the bed crawling to his knees and stared into your eyes crying out "ES TUT MIR LEID!*...Frau?"
You simply stood off the bed wrapped the sheets around your shivering naked form and walked into the bathroom closing the door and not locking it.
An hour had passed and and the Prussian had grew worried about you what if you had hurt your self he slipped on his boxers and walked slowly to the bathroom door and knocked lightly "(Y/n)? are you ok"....Silence his hand came in contact with the cold door knob he opened it to see you bal
What We're Doing♦♦♦♦♦What We're Doing1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“After all, rarely do the men who orchestrate wars find themselves holding the instruments. It's those holding the instruments, you see, they go and they die, they die at each others hands, and all their familiars and relations they weep and they cry revenge, and then the whole thing's sunk. Then the whole thing is personal, and if it lasts long enough it is cultural, and then for all the original maestros may wish most dearly to cease the thing it is too late, don't you see. The match is lit, the throat, is slit.”
Private Lanson squirmed, still adjusting to his heavy standard-issue boots, belts, and helm. The drawling voice in the shadow had been going in this vein for a good ten minutes and it hadn't helped him settle into his uniform one bit.
“Wars are fought for other people. For crowns and cravats who failed to keep the peace with words. And also for th
Male!Belarus x Reader - Part IIIEven after that fiasco from last night, you were still able to wake up early. You sat straight in your sleeping bag and did a few stretches. You stifled a yawn and looked around Anya’s room and found that Elizabeta and Anya were already out of bed. You peeked in your phone and the time read 6:58.Male!Belarus x Reader - Part III2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It’s already time for a spot of breakfast.
You changed into your (f/c) loose shirt and plain baggy shorts and came downstairs to the kitchen. Anya, Elizabeta and Nikolai have already started eating when you arrived so the only blank chair left was for you. Which was beside Nikolai, fyi. Being the completely oblivious person you were, you didn’t even felt the heavy atmosphere coming from the person beside you. You were quite in a happy mood and you didn’t want the scenario from earlier ruin your mood, thus the need for obliviousness.
“Good morning guys, sorry I overslept a bit” you giggled while taking your seat. Anya and Elizabeta laughed a bit and said
Collector's ItemHe had once been a promising member of the black dragonflight. They said he was destined for greatness, that even the great Deathwing would be impressed by his talents. He had helped to raze cities to the ground, had assisted in the deaths of near thousands, and what was he reduced to?Collector's Item4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A mount. Nothing more than some vanity item for some idiotic human mage. She had screeched when she had recieved him, unknowingly taking away his life and his ambitions. As soon as they had fastened the saddle on his back and the reigns on his maw, he knew that his once-admirerers would be howling with laughter at his plight. It wasn't made any better by the fact that the saddle hurt when they put it on, causing him to let out a low groan of pain. The humans had laughed at him, of course - black dragons were never any mortal's favorite, and to put one through such agony was like giving a child candy.
"Oh!" Her face had literally lit up when she saw him bound with leather reigns and leashes,
**Unfortune Near Prussia** PrussiaXReader Oneshot**Unfortune Near Prussia** PrussiaXReader Oneshot3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
-Alrighty! Another oneshot! xD I'm just rocking these things! But I was hoping to have written a lemon about someone, but that never got done :< I'm almost afraid of what people will think of me if I write a lemon, mostly because I couldn't write one without it being BDSM *hides under pillow* Oh well, maybe if I feel like it, I'll make the next one a lemon. But for now, it's sexy Prussia goodness! > A bit of a warning: He's slightly Dark in this one ^^ (I've been writing too many fluffy things X.X)
* (~) means Time Skip for those who don't know.
I do not own Hetalia, the Characters, or You*
You have always been pretty good friends with Ludwig. Sure he was way more uptight than you liked, and he couldn't really show his feelings well, he was still your friend. The only thing you didn't like about him, was his older brother. Anytime you would go over to Germany's house for help with homework or go to help him with something, Gilbert would always be there,
Prussia x reader ((Excuses.))Prussia x reader ((Excuses.))2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You sighed heavily and plopped back down on your bed, depressed by the quiet & emptiness of your home.
'He didn't come..'
You woke up at 7am this Christmas morning to try to sneak up on your boyfriend –whom you expected to be in your kitchen, cooking pancakes- but found no one in the room. Checking the Living room and bathroom, you were cast down by the absence of the boastful albino that you love so much.
Picking up your phone from the side table, you dialed the man's number and waited for the receiver to pick-up.
"King of Awesomeness speaking, how may I help?"
"How about getting your awesome ass over here and celebrate Christmas with your girlfriend?" you chuckled
"Kesese~ Guten morgen liebe! Sorry bout' that.." you could picture him scratching the back of his head while wearing a guilty smile.
"Luddy made me stay home today. He said I couldn't go out right now because of my un-awesome condition-"
You giggled as Gilbert was cut off by Ludwig yelling at him in t
Ch 3: The Good Son: Part I of IIIPart I of III. This is where the story sort of departs from Yarifeth and Meiles and takes a big screeching turn into Gaysville. If you are not into male/male pairings we would suggest reading no further. This post is safe for work, but the next one will not be. You have been warned.Ch 3: The Good Son: Part I of III3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The world was still washed in blue as the sun began to peek into the horizon when Jin'thekk stepped out onto the porch. His torso was bare and he wore a stitched kilt that only went down to his knees as it seemed like it was only going to get warmer as the morning progressed. With half-open eyes, he waited for the sleepiness to drift away, listening to the sounds that welcomed the barely risen sun: the birds chirping, the leaves rustling, and from the other side of wall of the home adjacent to his the sound of Meiles' snoring.
Fucker be home, already? he thought to himself. Last night he went off to smoke in the trees to avoid being on the other side of the wall w
Stepping UpThis one is actually entirely written by Yapi, showing what happens after Koshei leaves for Horde duty. -- JisukStepping Up3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Haha, it's a one-man post. Jisuk was away on a trip to Japan for 5 days and I wrote it so she had something nice to come home to <3 -- Yapi
Yarifeth winced as she fought against the pain between her legs, crawling out from under the sleeping troll with a bit of difficulty. Meiles had already fallen fast asleep and the house was filled with the sounds of his snoring.
When she finally managed to wriggle herself free, she sat herself on the floor with her legs tucked under her, and began whispering a prayer. Immediately her body began to feel better; the cuts, scrapes, and bruises began to disappear and she felt like she was able to walk again. However, it left her thoroughly exhausted to concentrate on prayers so soon; healing herself didn't give her more energy it actually used more of it up, redistributing what was
The Blind OneWhy has he forbidden me,The Blind One10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From a place I had saved?
He is clearly the blind one,
Not able to see the evil fade.
He does not want to admit,
That I hold more power than himself.
That if I were to challenge him,
He'd probably chicken out.
So long ago it was,
That I made a grave mistake.
I thought demons could help me,
Reach the power that I seek.
But when the Well began to buckle,
I knew I would lose my dream.
I had to collect the water,
From that fragile seam.
I ran to Mount Hyjal,
For a place to empty the vials.
When the survivors showed up,
I couldn't see their smiles.
I was then imprisoned,
By my brother's request.
Locked away for eternity,
Hated like a pest.
Thousands of years passed,
Until my true love released me.
She understood that my power,
Could stop the vile beings.
My power had waned a little,
Over the years.
I needed much more power,
To conquer her fears.
I obtained Gul'dan's soul,
And the powers he had.
Demons were slain,
That made Tichondrius mad.
The Legion's lieutenant,
2p!PrussiaxReader: Just One Of Those Days2p!PrussiaxReader: Just One Of Those Days2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was so cold. Snow had been falling heavily for the past half hour, your clothes completely drenched to the skin. Your body was cold and starting to refuse to move as you walked along.
You had just spent the past half hour driving to your ex's house during a winter storm to find him cheating (on your anniversary might I add) and then began to come home in anger, then, you car broke down, forcing you to walk the rest of the 3 miles home. To make matters worse, the storm took a turn for the worst and giant snowflakes had begun to fall and cut off your vision.
Now the world was empty and darkened by the storm, even the lampposts in town were hardly giving any light to help show you back home. Crossing your arms across your body, you tried to consume yourself in the only warmth you had left.
An object buried beneath the snow tripped you over, sending you painfully to the ground. You tried to stand up but every time you failed, crashing back into the snow and gaining new injuries.
MORTAL KOMBAT GUEST FIGHTER: SARAH KERRIGANMORTAL KOMBAT GUEST FIGHTER: SARAH KERRIGAN9 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
MORTAL KOMBAT GUEST FIGHTER: SARAH KERRIGAN, THE QUEEN OF BLADES
Appearance: Kerrigan is a primal human/zerg hybrid with a purple body. She has long "wings" on her back and claws on her fingers. She has glowing purple eyes and brown/black tentacle/dreadlocks for hair.
Once a human and zerg infested ghost Terran, Kerrigan was reborn from The Crucible as the zerg’s Primal Queen of Blades. She regained her zerg form as well as gained new powers for her brood to invade the galaxy and seek vengeance from the man who betrayed her on Tarsonis, Dominion emperor Mengsk. As she beings her quest, Mengsk made a deal with Shao Khan to invade earth realm in violation of the rules of the Elder Gods in exchange to strip Kerrigan’s powers away from her brood. With less power and no control over her swarm, Kerrigan is useless against the Dominion. So she forged a pact with the Thunder God Raiden in hopes of getting her powers back. To do that, she must kill the dark empe
Intro to PropmakingIntro to Propmaking4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
FX School of Hard Knocks: Intro to the world of Propmaking.
OK a lot of nice people have written to me saying they want to learn how to do what I do and was wondering if I can share some secrets over NOTEs.
I don't want to seem like I'm blowing off you guys who are noobs to the Prop making but there are a few things you need to know before you waste money and time to find out this is not what you had in mind. So this is me giving you a basic picture of what it is like - in words.
First thing you guys need to know is "Prop Making" deals with making REAL LIFE PHYSICAL PROPS THAT ARE MADE WITH CHEMICALS AND A LOT OF MONEY COSTING MATERIALS THAT COULD BE HAZARDOUS TO YOUR HEALTH. We make Real Things that can be seen and touched. We are not making drawings or concept art or some imaginary thing. So anything that is physical will need a lot of production time, creative skill, mental energy and a Whole Lotta materials!
Materials cost money:
- If you want to get into prop making, yo
Educating Princess Azshara part4We did not devote all our time to literacy and numeracy. I also taught Princess Azshara about the history of the Kaldorei people. I taught her a little about the other races that inhabit Azeroth, a subject in which she took little interest.Educating Princess Azshara part43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Why would I want to know about savage races like dwarfs and tauren? They aren't people like us," protested the princess.
"We all live in one world, Your Highness. Though these races may be inferior to the Kaldorei, our lives affect their lives and their lives affect ours," I explained.
It was not enough to educate Azshara's mind; a princess needed an healthy body. I therefore spent time teaching her to dance and to ride a saber cub. The young princess had been given the saber cub for this purpose and she became particularly devoted to the animal. This sometimes made her difficult, as she would want to ride it when she needed to study.
I sought to attune her to the finest arts of our culture and gave her lessons in singing, the harp and in drawing a
Death Battle Prelude: Azula vs. Ahsoka TanoClarifications: Before I go further with the Prelude of the Death Battle itself, I wanna thank :iconwildgun-edge: for the Azula info for this match-up. Thanks a lot dude.Death Battle Prelude: Azula vs. Ahsoka Tano3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
CrystalFire7: Howdy DeviantArt people. Today I present you something that everyone does, which is of course, a "Death Battle". This is CrystalFire7, your host and I am escorted by my co-host. Nightmare Rarity.
Nightmare Rarity: Hello people. Ok then, what is the point for this "Death Battle" here?
CrystalFire7: Well we have tow young girls, whose ultimate fates are highly demanded by their beloved fanbases from their different franchises. Which is why we have pitted against each other, Azula, The Sadistic Princess of the Fire Nation and Ahsoka Tano, The Reckless and Snippy Jedi Apprentice of the infamous Anakin Skywalker.
Nightmare Rarity: But before we can see them blowing each other to smithereens, first we will be giving a look to their respective capabilites
The secret truth is...I want to be the one to hold you closeThe secret truth is...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to be the one you never wanna let go
i want to be the one to claim you as mine
I want to be the one to call you baby, hunny, an mine
I want to be the one to create that smile that passes your lips
I want to be the one who kisses those lips
I want to be the one to trail your body with my fingertips
I want to be the one who you create a family with
I want to be the one you have trust in
I want to be the one you tell stuff to
I want to be the one you come to
I want to be the one to spoil you
I want to be the one you get married to
I want to be the one you sleep next to
I want to be the one that truly knows you
I want to be the one that outta this world cares for you
I want to be the one who lives with you
I want to be the one you finally say "I love you" to
All i keep saying is i want to be the one...
Love Triangles in FerrisWheelShipping.http://i43.tinypic.com/syb3no.pngLove Triangles in FerrisWheelShipping.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And that picture is basically what I imagine when I try to fathom how most fans think of a love triangle involving FerrisWheelshipping.
The Joltik is just to help make some sense of it.
Black and Cheren, even Ingo sometimes, all fall under the same trap. The Jacob Blacks of the usual FerrisWheelshipper's mind. Simply added into the mix to add "drama". Rarely added in order to give the participants of the triangle developement and growth, which should be the only valid reason to have a love triangle in the first place. But hey, this are all shallow twits, to them the concept of depth and detail is like the concept of advanced mathematics to the everyday Joe. Something they try to avoid.
Well, it isn't.
Yet the idea of involving a love triangle with this pairing is most likely the recipe for fail (atleast basing it on the Twilight portrayal of the participants).
First of, there's Mr. Gropius.
Let's take a look at this fellow
One of these Knights - 1One of These KnightsOne of these Knights - 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We are getting close, my brother, I can feel it. She let her horse run free three days ago and she cannot hope to outpace us on foot. She needs rest and food and we do not."
The voice, drifting up through the canopy of tree branches, woke me from my light sleep. It was a human voice; or rather it had been a human voice once upon a time. Now it was grey and cold and flat. I suppressed a shudder, willing my muscles into stillness where I lay stretched upon a bough above the trail. Not for the first time I wished I had paid more attention when Brother William tried to teach us about the undead of the Scourge and how to fight them. The intelligence about not needing to rest was unwelcome.
"Well then, what do you intend once we have found her?" This voice was lighter, but no less cold. "We have pursued her for nigh on to two weeks. Shal
Pewdiepie and Stephano(Story not made by me)Pewdiepie was scared. Drop-dead terrified. Stephano was laying there, in his arms. Dying. His body was limp, and his golden face becoming pale, almost anemic. Pewdie lowered his head, and willed the tears away. But listening to the ragged breathing of Stephano, and seeing the blood oozing out of his throat, he couldn't stop the oncoming avelanch of tears. "I'm s-s-s-orryyyy-" he choked out before sobs racked him.Pewdiepie and Stephano(Story not made by me)3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Let's back up a bit. You all know Pewdiepie and Stephano, right? Yes? Good. This started out just like any other Amnesia adventure. But, it was not all well.....
"Stephano!" yelled Pewdie excitedly as he saw his friend. Stephano whipped his head up and twisted around, saying, "Hallo Pewdie! Where have you been, I have looked everywhere for youuu!"
"I know, I'm sorry Stephano." Pewdie put his arm around the golden statue. (For this story, Stephano is modeled after his MMD self.) "You say that every time" he grumbled. Pewdie hung his head. "I know, I know."
Stephano smiled sligh
April Fool's Day (Marshall Lee x Reader x PG)Aaah, April Fool's Day, a good day for pranks, tricks and trolling.April Fool's Day (Marshall Lee x Reader x PG)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And that was your favorite time of the year.
You were sitting on your bed, plotting a diabolical scheme to prank one of your most sissy frenemies, Prince Gumball. You and Gumball didn't really get along that much, due to your numerical number of differences. You were also planning on pranking your good friend, Marshall, so you could get back at him for playing that 'snake in a can' trick last year.
After a few minutes of thinking you decided to do a classic prank, pies.
You abruptly went downstairs to your kitchen and started making some pies, and a few hours later your done. You made about ten, meaning you still have a lot left over to prank some other people.
After that you made a checklist to make sure you pranked the people you wanted:
1. Princess Bubblegum
7. Cinnamon Bun
9. Prince Gumball
You put the pies
Educating Princess Azshara part2We did not begin the princess' studies that night. When I take on a young pupil, I always find it important to bond with him or her. I therefore spent the rest of the night playing with Princess Azshara.Educating Princess Azshara part23 years ago in Drama More Like This
I asked Azshara the names of her dolls.
"This doll is called Mezzane," she said. "She is the queen and of course she is the most beautiful of the dolls. This one is Tulisa. She is the queen's majordomo and she is a lot plainer."
Azshara struck me as clever, imaginative and creative. I knew I was going to relish directing her mind to the highest of intellectual pursuits and I was expectant of great success from her.
After playing with her toys, we went outside to play chase, running around the vast palace gardens in our bare feet. When the day was over, I realised how much I now adored the little princess.
When I arrived in Azshara's chambers the next evening, the girl was still in her nightgown and her maids were still with her. Much of the contents of her wardrobe had been poured out