I'm Ok~Hetalia x Reader Bonus ChapterI'm Ok~Hetalia x Reader Bonus Chapter4 months ago in Humor More Like This
This was so not happening.
“What have we done?” Ludwig asked the others that were hiding in the dark room with him.
“We should’ve listened to (F/N)!” Alfred whisper-shouted. Yes. For once the American was sort of quite. After all, they were trying to avoid danger.
“Da. We are really doomed.” Ivan shuddered.
Now, you may be wondering what is going on. You should be. Maybe we should go back to the beginning of that specific Saturday.
“How in the world did that cheery guy get my number?” (Y/N) wondered as she walked to the address that she received in a text from Feliciano. She honestly did not understand why she was obeying his instructions, but whatever was going on was quite mysterious and she couldn’t help but wonder why. Soon, she arrived at a rather
Visiting the Past. Prussia x ReaderVisiting the Past. Prussia x Reader3 months ago in Romance More Like This
A loud, dramatic sigh erupted from Prussia's throat as he slowly shook his head. “I never thought I'd be here again. I was hoping I wouldn't have to see this place ever again, ever.” Groaning with displeasure, he looked around and frowned. “It's exactly how I remember it. That makes it even worse.”
“Don't be a baby Prussia. You're going to put a damper on the whole trip acting like this.” Taking his hand in yours, you tugged him away from the car and towards the large, colorful gates of the amusement park. “Besides, you've been promising that you would take me here again for months. I didn't think you'd make me wait until our anniversary to do this.” You snorted. “If you mess this trip up complaining, after I've waited so long to be here, you're seriously going to regret it.” Smiling up at him in a way that made it impossible for him to tell if you were serious or not, you gave his hand a tight squee
Sewing class: RussiaSewing class: Russia6 months ago in Romance More Like This
Extra class: Sewing class
Hours: 11:20- 12:35
Days: Mondays and Wednesdays.
Teacher: Ivan Braginski.
You read on your schedule as you walked through the hall of the Academy. The bell rang and a lot of students started to get out of their classrooms, ready to have a small break and then go back to their next classes. As you walked pass them, you were able to hear their conversations. Some of them talked about boys or girls, others about how boring or hard was the class and things like that. When you reached the door of your next class, you couldn't help but listen to a conversation of a group of boys and girls.
"He's so scary!"
"Why did I had to have a class with him."
"I know, Mr Braginski is so scary! I mean he's so big and he has that creepy smile all the time!"
"He must be a demon, a normal person isn't that scary!"
'I-is there a teacher like t-that here?!' You thought scared.
Germany x Reader: LocketGermany x Reader: Locket6 months ago in Romance More Like This
Today was Valentine's Day and you, having no one to spend it romantically with, was in the comfort of your home. You sat on the couch, leaning your face onto your fist, staring half-lidded at the TV screen before you.
You were watching some stupid romance comedy that you had forgotten what the name was. Just for fun, you picked up the remote and threw it at the TV. It turned off the TV and you tilted your head back and groaned. Who knew Valentine's Day could be so boring?
You stared at the ceiling, searching for an answer to kill your boredom. You suddenly was sprung with an idea that will not only kill your boredom, but make you feel more alone than you already felt. 'Better than nothing.' You thought. You sighed, getting off your couch to get your purse and your keys and walked out the door.
You arrived to your destination. You were currently downtown and was looking at all the decorations that adorn the local buildings and streets. You watched c
Artist Blue - Copycat and MouseArtist Blue - Copycat and Mouse2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The scraping of shoes upon the TARDIS floor, disgusting organic ground leaves Catherine’s shoes. Artist once again steps towards the ship’s console. “So what’s your opinion on Magla?”
“A giant amoeba the size of a planet?”
Artist looks at her as if curtly frozen. “That’s what it was, yeah.”
“That’s a little insane.”
“It’s quite the aberration. After all it’s one of the 699 wonders of the universe.”
Catherine carries a bewildered expression. “699?”
“Anyways, where to next, luv?”
“Did you just call m--”
“Randomizer? Sounds like a plan!” exclaims Artist to cover his verbal footprints.
“Where’s K-9 been by the way?”
“He’s recharging. You can let him out if you want.” Artist points a finger to the cathedral-like doorway. “Left door, first right turn, first entrance on the right.”
Nourish (France x Reader)Nourish (France x Reader)2 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
There are some people who are fortunate enough to be able to do what they love as a career- they wake up thinking of possibilities, not of burdens. They are the kind who hasten the dawn, awaiting for each day to come, not yearning for the approach of light, equating it to the relief of a heavy burden.
Francis Bonnefoy was one of those lucky few.
The Rouge Café was, to Francis, the perfect combination of food, people and ambient atmosphere. Almost every day, the blonde man came across interesting people to talk to, whether they were first time customers or regular patrons. He felt a strange, profound sympathy for those who woke with a sense of dismay and exhaustion, dreading the day ahead, for it was surely a dispiriting way to live.
Speaking of dispiriting, something caught his eye and he glanced up, alerted by the gentle chiming of the bell above the doorway.
Francis' eyes lit up in recognition as he spotted the figure that had pushed through the doorway, shaking some of their ha
SATIRE: Big Hero 6 Racist And SexistSATIRE: Big Hero 6 Racist And Sexist9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Movie Review: “Big Hero 6” Racist, Sexist
Disney's newest animated feature appears to be progressively multiracial, but pushes the same old regressive bigotry.
The Walt Disney Company has been the most notorious propagator of racism, sexism, and every other "-ism" within Hollywood, and the fact that it markets its movies to children and "families" (dog whistle for "patriarchal white supremacists") make them all the more problematic.
Ever since it was founded by that raging anti-Semite, Walt Disney, the company has been brainwashing children with toxic ideals such as white supremacy, patriarchy, heteronormativity, and cis-sexism, with its movies expressing bigotry both explicitly (Song of the South) and inexplicitly (Frozen's white-washed cast—seriously, being set in a predominantly white country and time period is no excuse for not having a single black character!)
However, the company has recently bee
Breathing Underwater (Ch. 18: Pendant Fiasco)Breathing Underwater (Ch. 18: Pendant Fiasco)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A couple weeks had passed, and Vince was just lying on the sands of the beach, feeling the sun warming his fur. He was alone. Aestus was out doing something, and had left him alone, though he really didn't need to go anywhere. She'd be back. He smiled and closed his eyes. The feelings of peace were back. He breathed in, and out. He felt the waves rolling over his sandaled feet. The tide already flowed all the way in and likely in the beginning stages of going out. Vince didn't care. He just lay there, feeling the sun against his chest, and the weight of the pendant lying down on his sternum.
He sat up, and held it in his hand, getting lost in his own thoughts. Earlier today, Aestus had shown him hers. There was something weird about it. Normally her necklace not only had her color, and his, but also showed her sisters. Now...those colors were barely showing at all. Aestus gave a theory that becaus
Sailor PlutoSailor PlutoSailor Pluto3 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Guardian of Time.
"Guarded by Pluto, planet of time. I am the soldier of revolution, Sailor Pluto!"
Name: Setsuna Meioh
Age: 18-20 (physically, but is already ageless)
Country of Origin: Space-Time Door, Tokyo, Japan
Date of Birth: October 29
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Occupation: teacher at Todou Academy, fashion designer, guardian of the passage of time
Blood Type: A
Eye Colour: maroon
Hair Colour: dark green
Height: 178 cm
Weight: 58 kg
Bust Size: 100 cm
Relationships: Haruka Tenoh/Sailor Uranus (lifelong best friend), Michiru Kaioh/Sailor Neptune (lifelong best friend), Karin "Chibi-Usa" Tsukino/Sailor Cosmos (apprentice and ward), Hitoshi Hidaka/Kamen Rider Hibiki (boyfriend), Edgemaster (mentor and teacher), Hotaru Tomoe/Sailor Saturn (adopted daughter)
Hobby: watching over Karin/Chibi-Usa, shopping, cooking, bargain hunting, reading romance novels, flirting, tending to plants
Favourite Food: Green tea
Favourite Colour: Dark red
Hetalia x Reader - SleepoverHetalia x Reader - Sleepover6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“I'm finally ready!” You told yourself with an accomplished grin, looking at the two packed duffel bags in front of you. They were packed with your nightwear, make up, junk food, and some other things that were essential for tonight’s sleep over.
It was the day of the nations sleep over. Every nation would gather at the world meeting room, and a sleepover would be held. All wars or rivalries were forgotten on this one night, and everyone, for the night, could pretend that alliances and enemies didn't exist; they could forget the were personifications of countries. Why? Because it wasn't just any sleep over. It was an end of the world sleep over. A tradition held every time it was assumed the world would end on a specific date. France and England both strongly believed that the end of the world would not happen, but even so, the sleep over would always be held, and everyone would always attend just in case.
Needless to say, you were more than excited.
Picking up your b
Up a Tree p.15Up a Tree p.152 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
On a world where humans live in gigantic trees, the Doctor, Amy, and Rory join a jungle safari, to find a killer.
They found seventeen more cocoons before afternoon. They had to shoo off a few Sunsails that were already eating theirs when they arrived. And they had to shoot one that refused to give up his snack.
The jungle started to thin out toward midday, becoming dryer and more foresty. With the better visibility they were able to spread out farther, and found another dozen cocoons within the hour. "Hah hah!" They heard the Doctor's triumphant shout as Amy was helping Bill carry an especially large cocoon back to the carts.
They arrived to see the Doctor prancing along like a cockerel on the strut. Janet and Erik were lumbering behind him under the weight of an unbroken cocoon.
"You found one!' Bill exclaimed as she and Amy heaved their cocoon into the last of the carts. Pickles packed it in, and started rearranging the cocoons to make room. Silas helping him.
"It's an unhatc
Fairyland is a Scientific PlaceA ship made of seams,Fairyland is a Scientific Place3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and pentacles and moonlight beams,
on a trapezoid sea of diamondy dreams.
It's a highly recommeded ship it would seem.
Thanks for the ReminderThanks for the Reminder3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wish this pain will cease
reminds me a lot of my mistakes
reminds me of my disease
reminds me of my hate
They called me names
but I just turned away
but I felt the burning flame
I got so tired of the same old game
i walked and walked
I crumbled down, broken
I stuttered, I couldn't talk
my soul was stolen
my body, screaming
the pain never fleeing
the stares never ending
I walk on brittle bones
failed in my own solitude
wondering if anybody knows
how they could be so crude
thank you for reminding me
thanks you for the pain, for showing me the way
thank you for showing me to rage
I am finally awake...
Germany Xreader. Talk German to me.Germany Xreader. Talk German to me.4 months ago in Romance More Like This
Talk German to me.
“(Name), kannst du mir das Salz übergeben?”
You set your fork down a bit annoyed. “Ludwig, who many times do I have to tell you, I know like two words in German. Please… speak English…”
Ludwig’s face went a little red in embarrassment. “Sorry, can you please pass me ze salt?”
“Yes I can.” You said with a smile as you slid the salt across the table to him.
The rest of the dinner was a bit silent, nothing awkward just, nothing to say at that moment.
After the two of you were done eating Ludwig gathered thee dished and ran a sink of hot soapy water.
“Do you want some help?” You asked more than eager to stand right next to the big German man.
“Nein.” He simply stated as he placed the dishes in the sink.
“Nine what? Nine pancakes? Nine toes because you lost one in the war? Ninety Nine bottle of beer on the wall?”
Ludwig paused his washing and sighed.
His warmth, her scent (America x reader)September, the month that kicked off the fall season. The month that brought the darker and longer nights, and the month that made it incredibly hard to wake up in the morning. _____ was snuggled deep under the fluffy and warm covers, not even considering leaving her bed at all that day. She could hear the Autumn leaves rustle in the wind outside her bedroom window, she smiled to herself as she imagine the cold wind and the fact that she was not going to go outside to feel it. “Haha, stupid wind.” she mumbled to herself as she snuggled closer to the center of the bed until she bumped into something she assumed was someone's back. That someone stirred slightly before turning around, lifting the covers gently and looked down at the curled ball that was ____.His warmth, her scent (America x reader)11 months ago in Romance More Like This
“_____, What are you doing?”
The (h/c) female slowly looked up at the source of the deep, sleepily husky voice that called her name. Alfred Jones, the otherwise very lively American was not a morning per
The Ultimate Furry HandbookThe Ultimate Furry HandbookThe Ultimate Furry Handbook4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Section 1: So You Wanna Go Furry?
Do you have a face full of pimples, hidden coyly behind oceans upon oceans of rippling rolls of fat? Are you scrawny and malnourished-looking? Perfectly normal looking but have the social comprehension of a fridge? Have an exceptionally unhealthy work/life balance?
There's hope for you yet.
On the internet, you can be whoever you want to be, and sometimes you just want to be a hilariously endowed, sexually ambiguous black-and-red wolf named "Raven Bloodmoon".
Section 2: What Does Your Fursona Say About You?
I am completely unimaginative. I decided that a cat represents me because one day I looked over and saw my cat laying around and thought: "Man, that cat has a good life. All he does is eat and sleep and get cuddles and look adorable while doing it." And then I was like, "Wait a minute, all I do is eat and sleep and wish I could get cuddles".
Shattered PiecesPick one up,Shattered Pieces3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can do it.
bring your hand closer.
Touch the glass.
Like my skin.
That one is green,
like my eyes.
see those three over there?
place them together,
right next to each other.
Can you find the rest of me?
I'm broken at your feet,
pick me up,
here on the ground.
Feeling like Humpty Dumpty,
that's what I hate.
That's how I feel right now,
I Just Want To Be SupportedWhy can't you see?I Just Want To Be Supported3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm just being me.
Do you want me to flee?
So you can finally be free?
Of this nuisance called me.
So you can be proud of another?
Maybe my brother.
How can I please you mother?
Do you want me to say,
I'm not gay?
You tell me I'm a stray.
And that you'll pray.
But you don't understand.
This was unplanned.
I'll take you by hand.
And show you where I stand.
The Worst Bully You Can HaveThe worst bully you could have is yourself.The Worst Bully You Can Have3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You criticize every little thing you do wrong.
You judge what you wear and notice every flaw you have.
Looking in the mirror you hate how you are and what you have become.
You hate how you think and how stupid you can be.
You envy others for their looks and personality.
Looking into the mirror you can't look yourself in the eye.
What if other people can't look into their own eyes when looking in the mirror?
Have you ever taken the thought to think that person you envy, envy's you.
Do other people think their stupid and hate how they think?
Have other people looked into the mirror and hate how they are and what they have become.
What if other people notice every flaw they have and judge what they wear them self?
Have many people criticized every little thing they have done wrong.
Is the worst bully you can have yourself?
BulimiaGluttony grabs me at lightning speed,Bulimia8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel at once that I must feed,
Raiding the cupboards I stuff my face,
Stomach filling, self disgrace,
Rush into toilet, lock the door,
Hands and knees now meet cold floor,
Sink tap running to drown out sound,
Will keep my secret, I cant be found,
Head bent over the toilet seat,
Punishment for all Ive had to eat,
Fingers scrape the back of throat,
Abruptly I begin to choke,
Vomit coursing over tongue,
Gasps for breath as head stays hung,
Flush the toilet, wash evidence away,
Back on the scales to check what I weigh,
Wipe the straying tears from my face,
Then close the bathroom door on my secret disgrace.
Heron WingsI looked outside my window place,Heron Wings11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my body slowly dying.
And there outside I saw the grace,
of Herons ever flying.
My tears stopped my heart aloft,
for Heron wings I was pining,
A month and day I passed away,
the Heron's on wing were flying.
I flew away on Heron wings,
my soul forever flying.
Consumes us all.There's no sense of it all.Consumes us all.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even for the love, even for the pain.
Why we were made if this life is to suffer?
Where we go after death?
Do we live or do we melt?
I'll ask until emotions fade.
As we grow, as we live
emotions fade away like a memory.
Hearts frail like a rose,
forgotten by the time.
The nothing consumes us all.
Losing our sense of it all.
Waiting Waiting Waitingwalking walking walking in circles,Waiting Waiting Waiting2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
marching marching marching in lines,
standing standing standing in crowds,
waiting waiting waiting on time.
walking walking walking through empty streets,
marching marching marching through broken lands,
standing standing standing through war scenes,
waiting waiting waiting through hard times.
walking walking walking to your death,
marching marching marching to someplace beyond,
standing standing standing to show them,
waiting waiting waiting never again.