Sucked into a game: Minecraft Hetalia X Reader 4Hetalia X ReaderSucked into a game: Minecraft Hetalia X Reader 42 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You wake up with Ivan hugging you, your arm over Arthur, Alfred cuddling your leg snoreing loudly, Francis holding your hand (again) and Yao's panda laying on you. You blush and try to get up without waking anyone up. You wonder about the others, but you know theyre safe with Ludwig. "they probally dont even know im gone..." you sigh while attempting to make some sort of breakfast.
They eventally wake up, having no clue what they were doing in their sleep. Alfred spoke loudly first. "Dude Im starving!" "Wanker..." Arthur replied. You laugh at them. Francis gives you a hug from behind, making you freeze up and your face turn a dark shade of pink. Eventally the others notice and prys him off of you. Francis whines "i was just giving ___ a hug~?" "A unwanted one..." arthur mumbles.
"FINALLY!" The american yells grabbing some food. You all eat and decide to go outside, where Alfred starts freaking out because a chicken is chasing him. "Afred... its just a chicke
RomanoXReader: Pixelated Chapter 2Pixelated Chapter 2RomanoXReader: Pixelated Chapter 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter one: Mario Kart
Chapter two: Minecraft
For those of you who don't know what Minecraft is, it is a game were you are in a forest and must build a house before the creepers and zombies and spiders and Enderman come out at night. The game has no story at all. You build and create things. You can farm and mine. The cool part is that almost everything is made of blocks, or pixels.
"Dammit. Am I the only one getting sick of racing?" Romano asked.
"No, actually." You sighed
You and Romano had been racing for how long? An hour at the most. You both just finished a race and sat down, watching everyone else begin another race. Next to where you sat was cooler filled with water bottles. You took two out and handed one to Romano. He took it and in no time the water was gone.
England arrived at the Vargas home with Norway and Romania fallowing. Sealand began to yell at England, but England ignored him and fallowed Italy to the TV.
"So it wasn't just
Sucked into a game: Minecraft Hetalia X Reader 3Hetalia x ReaderSucked into a game: Minecraft Hetalia X Reader 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You walk around dodgeing arrows, running from creepers, getting bit by spiders....And much, much,more untill finally it became morning. "finally Now I-" you realize you strayed even further from where you needed to be. You really wanted to look for a way back but you decided to go ahead and get some more supplies. "man, I feel so alone right now..." you sighed while getting wood. You could of swore you saw someone behind that tree but you shrug it off and gather the apples that fell for the tree. You decide to find a snow biome mostly because you find it easy to get food there. "ill look around tomarrow for them..." you know you have a horrid sence of direction but you dought youll find them again...
((Ludwigs point of view))
"Italy! Calm down we'll find her!" I yell at the overly terrified Italian.
"What if we dont?!?" he responds then starts blabbering on and on about it. Kiku somehow calms him down and Gilbert is outside looking for her with Romano
Hetalia Minecraft Saga: RussiaXReaderI am sorry I haven't posted anything in a long time I am addicted to minecraft! I loves it! So much, and I know Russia would love it too!Hetalia Minecraft Saga: RussiaXReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
+=l l Mr.Pipe wuvs you!
Ivan whined, "___________! How do I get rid of these little three legged green guys who keep blowing me up!" Looking up over his computer screen.
You had talked Russia into playing minecraft with you, you ran over to his player and saw him running circles around a large pond being chased by a creeper. You charge the creeper and with your diamond sword you killed it. After collecting the dropped gun powder, and the glowing orbs of XP you turned to Ivan and said, "Your problem is you run from it like it's Belarus and wants to marry you. Just pretend it's England or America, and they had just insulted you in the worst impossible w
Playing Minecraft - Chapter one - HetaliaDenmark popped a chip into his mouth, typing in the password on his desktop. He chewed noisily, opening up skype. He logged in.Playing Minecraft - Chapter one - Hetalia3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As soon as his skype opened, he was added to a call. He smirked, reading the screen names of the nations already in the call.
"Hey dude!" America greeted. Of course, his screen name was AmericanPride. Denmark sighed. "Hey!"
"DaneViking. Hello, Denmark." Came the cold voice of Switzerland. Swiss-Rifles. 'Pleasing name there, Switzerland.'
A small giggle came from somewhere else in the call. He glanced up, seeing that it came from the only other person in the call, Lilies-and-Crowns. He chuckled. "Hello, Liechtenstein. Hello, Switzerland."
Another person was added to the call. "Bonjour!" Lovers-in-Paris. France.
Denmark sat back as America continued to add people to the call. England, Canada, Egypt, the rest of the Nordics, Russia, the Baltics, Ukraine, Belarus, China, Japan, Korea, and many others.
"Alright! Everyone, open up Minecraft." America ordered. Denmar
Hetalia - The Nordics Play MinecraftHetalia - The Nordics Play Minecraft3 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was an ordinary, boring Sunday afternoon at the Nordic household. Norway, Iceland, and Finland were watching TV, Denmark was flipping through the channels complaining how 'nothing good was on', and Sweden was furiously typing and clicking away on his laptop with a headset and Gunnar optics on. Tired of watching the continosly changing channels on the television, Finland turned his attention to Sweden.
"Hey Su-san, what's on your laptop that's gotten you so captivated lately?" Finland asked, tilting his head.
"Minecraft." Sweden muttered. "The best thing since Swedish fish."
"The best thing since Swedish fish? The King must know of this!" Denmark said, jumping out of his seat on the couch next to Sweden, leaving a Soap opera on the TV screen.
"So, what's this 'Minecraft' thing about? It's usually that America guy who gets involved in all these video games..." Norway said, walking over to get a peak at the screen, not being able to stand the Soap opera along with Iceland.
A Scary Story(Scene 1: The House)A Scary Story6 years ago in Horror More Like This
"Cole, wake up."
I opened my eyes, meeting those of my father. Dark circles surrounded his eyes.
"What?" I answered, my tone irritable and annoyed. I was having a good dream, for once.
My father drove into a yard of an old abandoned house that looked like it was made hundred of years ago. Its windows were all dark and curtained and the autumn tree leaves danced around the house, as if it were possessed. The house was so covered my the autumn trees, it was kind of hard to spot every part of the house, for the sunlight didn't come in as much. I groaned.
"Welcome to the Crappy New House, Everyone." I said, annoyed as I pulled up my backpack from the car and walked towards the house. I felt a tug on my hoodie.
"Big brother," my little sister, Abigail, said, her voice as pure as that of an angel's, "Don't say that. It's a pretty house, look. Don't you think so, Mr. Winkles?"
She held her stuffed bear in her arms, Mr. Winkles, whom she called and talked to
Playing Minecraft - Chapter two - HetaliaLiechtenstein smiled. "I think a lot of us are ready..." She smiled. "How about you, Swissy?"Playing Minecraft - Chapter two - Hetalia3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Switzerland grunted softly. He shifted uncomfortably.
Liechtenstein smiled. "I'll be right back." She got up and went into their kitchen, making some sandwiches. She could tell her brother wanted something to snack on, though he wouldn't tell her that.
Switzerland looked up at Liechtenstein as she came back with the plate of sandwiches. "You even cut them into quarters." He murmured appreciatively.
Liechtenstein smiled and sat back down at her laptop. She sat the sandwiches inbetween their two laptops, looking back at the screen. "Alright, what are we doing?"
America grunted. "We built a house in the side of this hill for the night. Hurry and get inside, come on!"
Liechtenstein steered her character over to the house. "Brother, are you inside already?"
Switzerland nodded, a sandwich in his mouth. Her brother's character was helping the others expand the dirt house so everyone could fit inside.
Sucked into a game :Minecraft Hetalia x ReaderSucked into a game: Minecraft!Sucked into a game :Minecraft Hetalia x Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hetalia X reader
It was just an ordinary summer day, staying home and playing minecraft.
You didn't really plan to do anything else though.You couldn't think of a name for your world..
"hmmmm..." you thought for a while "I'll just name it something random!"
you type in the name for your world "Romatinian Panda..seems legit."
You giggle to yourelf when your friend calls "Hello?"You answer "Hey!"
Your friend says back "You should come to my house so we can hang out!" your friend says
you say"I'll try to!" "ok then Bye!" you hang up and start to walk out the door when
you hear someone chanting something. You shrug it off and open your door when theres a flash of
light and you are being sucked into your computer. You grab your doornob terrifed "WHAT THE HE-"
You are cut off and sucked into your computer...into Minecraft.
You can't belive what just happened "Im...Im dreaming...r-right?"you ask yourself
you pinch yourself "Ow... well ive went insane
Hell Can Take YouWhere will you take me?Hell Can Take You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where I cannot cry.
where we do no die.
I ache to see your face,
To say one last thing.
I live with everyday.
At my still beating heart.
Like the bottom of the ocean
I'd always get lost
Searching for the words to say
My goodbyes to you
I didn't expect this to end suddenly
You went away that day
And I wish I did too
No matter what you do
Try to remember something
We won't meet again
I am positive of that
Don't get the wrong idea
I never loved your ass
You were there
You always were
A itch that could not be scratched
So enjoy your time
This is the day
I bid your memories
A slow, final farewell
Book recommendation 03: Muhammad by Martin LingsBook recommendation 03: Muhammad by Martin Lings2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Muhammad: His Life Based on The Earliest Sources
By Martin Lings
Amidst numerous exemplary scholarly works depicting the life of our noble Prophet (peace be upon him), Martin Lings' Muhammad: His Life Based on the Earliest Sources stands out as an exemplary source, providing a whole new account of the life of the Prophet, perhaps new details that haven't been elaborated in other accounts.
Lings provides a wealth of detail on the life of Muhammad, the time and place of many Quranic revelations, and the foundation of Islam, all based exclusively on 8th- and 9th-century Arabic biographical sources and collections of the sayings attributed to Muhammad. General readers will find a well-written, straightforward chronological narrative; Muslim readers will appreciate the favorable treatment of Muhammad; while specialists will find a faithful and convenient rendering of source material.
However, his definitive vivid account of the life of Prophet Muhammad -peace be upon him-,
AttentionMisha found America agreeable, for the most part there was the Boston traffic, but it wasn't as bad as Moscow's, and the food was overly rich and too abundant. But the people of the city were positively warm compared to the Spartan attitudes he knew, he hadn't had a single dollar stolen from him, and the university kids couldn't keep their eyes off of him. Not even the boys. He'd heard catcalls walking by a gathering of young men, the kind he'd learned to call "bros." It was his hair, maybe, or the way stubble refused to show on his face: in America, you could be anything other people wanted you to be, it seemed.Attention4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He told Sasha about it on the phone, who laughed at him. "You're getting a big head. The Americans are gawking at you because you don't look like them."
"I don't think that's it." Misha took a handful of almonds and threw them in his mouth. He knew Sasha would doubt him he always did, dwelling in what he called his "nativist cynicism." It didn't seem to involve m
Shh.Shh.Shh.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want you to cry.
This is my mistake
I have died.
Forget about me
I am no bird.
No weightless beauty
I find so absurd
Your love for me is strange,
But I cannot deny how loved I felt
To embraced by you
Your love is what I felt
Our hearts in sync
Our breathing the same
You're so sweet
Just a little like poison
You were addictive
I was so gullible.
Now look where we are
All because of your perfection
Your eyes may cry
But I know you're just laughing
So hush my darling
I am not mad at you
This was my mistake
This came of Cat and Mouse
Has finally reached it's bitter end
Look who's left
The greedy mouse
Left empty handed
You took what you could get
And left a champion
The mouse has finally won
But you miss me don't be crazy
You're crying now aren't you?
Day 3: Protection- SignificanceWake up… Dress up… Eat… Rehearse… Practice… Performance… Sleep…Day 3: Protection- Significance2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Wake up… Dress up… Eat… Rehearse… Practice… Performance… Sleep…
Wake up… Dress up… Eat… Rehearse… Practice… Performance… Sleep…
What was the meaning of life when events occurred in a habitual manner? It had been exciting to discover that I had inherited the family talent, yes, it was a wonderful discovery for me, but I never noticed that twinkle of anxiety in their ruby eyes, nor the sigh of relief when they watched me pick at random notes off the bank of black and white keys with interest and excitement. Back then, I had expected a life of happiness with a blessed family who is known for their musical heritage... It took a decade to finally grasp that life wasn’t as black and white as it seemed.
I lived to please my parents, to make them crac
Editing your writingSo, there are a lot of tutorials for writing; tutorials for character's names, personalities, storylines, and everything else under the sun. Don't get me wrong, some of those tutorials are pure gold. But, and keep in mind I'm no avid tutorial-reader and I haven't read all of them, I have yet to find one about editing. And it's about as important as the actual writing, because what's the writing if you can't read it? So, here I am, making one. If you've already read this far into the introduction, do me and you a favour, and read the rest of it, you might find some of it useful and I won't just be talking in a void. Please?Editing your writing2 years ago in Settings More Like This
View of an Editor
So! You have your piece you're going to edit, haven't you? What's the first step, before you start editing? You have to get in the right frame of mind. Repeat after me! My writing is not perfect. Yeah, that's right. It's not. It won't be even after editing it. Writing can be wonderful, amazing, beautiful, emotional, and brilliant, yes,
The TypewriterThe TypewriterThe Typewriter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come quickly! I've gone an' done it!" he shouted. I turned just as he poked his head into the room with a bright smile across his face.
"What did you do?" I asked as I walked towards his study. Chris had said those same words nearly twelve times this week. Every other day he had called me in for some discovery.
I pushed open the door t
Helicase Helio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA polymerase scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.Helicase2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we pl
BlackIt began in the quietest hours of the night. Granny was snoring up a storm, her bed creaking with each breath and twitch of her bigness. That's always the first thing I remember, thinking back. She always snored in the same way Pappy revved up the engines of his prized Cadillac. Loud, proud, and never ending.Black2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I s'pose I should start with what happened before hand. Nothing will make sense if I don't. It don't make no sense anyhow, but the story won't be right if I don't start before everything got bad.
So we were in the market, Granny and I. We go every Sunday while my parents and siblings are at praise and worship with most of the rest of the town. We get all the best stuff that way without havin to elbow our way through the hordes of people doin their last minute shoppin for Sunday dinner. Granny always said that the best book couldn't keep her from making Sunday dinner, and no man in the sky gonna keep her from her shoppin.
"Jerry, you got them apples for me?" Grann
Complex 57The slick of black, heady oil rolled across the floor, staining the raw surface of the clinic, and the young boy collapsed back into the examination table. He was pale, even for someone who had never seen sunlight, with milky eyes and black spittle hanging from cracked lips.Complex 572 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Of those we've seen, the virus has spread most quickly in this patient." Doctor Ripnar was a tall man who tended to sway when he walked, but had hands as deft and precise as any surgeon and he used them now to steady and restrain the boy. "His blood is turning into the same substance you see at your feet." he continued, "We might have been able to keep him alive long enough to find a cure, but we don't have the resources for everyone."
Adjudicator Lawrence nervously straightened his tie; his pink and sweaty face bulbous with stress. "Everyone?" he asked, "How many have been infected?"
"It's in the air supply, Adjudicator. We're all infected."
The Adjudicator lurched, virulent juices churning in his stomach. He hat
Literal Futurist FeministEvery so often, humans make an innovation which changes their world forever. Fire, steel and computers are obvious examples of technological innovations. Equally important to technology are ideas which innovate people socially. Galileo's idea that the earth revolved around the sun or the American Founding Fathers' ideas about how government should be run are among numerous other examples. These ideas, often controversial and even revolutionary for their time, tended to require groups of people or movements to keep such ideas from being destroyed before they could be shared. The feminist movement has been both praised and scorned for their efforts to preserve and share numerous ideas to varying degrees. In particular, in her "Feminist Manifesto," Mina Loy helped to share the idea that gender roles were highly constrictive on both sexes with a rather remarkable insight for how things ultimately turned out.Literal Futurist Feminist3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
According to Loy, traditional gender roles are no longer valid in modern society.
Sonnet 4 for my grandmotherSonnet 43 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her flowers, softly pressed against her palm,
have lost their quiet gift of sunlit breath
in lieu of gentle summer's song, this psalm
hushed now by looming mute of living death.
The owl's lonely mating cry rings out
against the fjord today, and still I find
her shorn cloth adorning my clouded route
home. Roughly textured skin of night confined
my skin; however, the small trestles built
from earth to hidden light behind the moon
guide me to her in sleep. Her petals lilt
toward my lap, hold me until the room
becomes a slowing top. They fall the way
she falls. The dark blends calmly into gray.