Doomsday RE: A Wasteland MemorialDoomsday RE: A Wasteland MemorialMore Like This
A 1983 Doomsday Tale from the Future through a Nation's Eyes
Around the Vienna Exclusion Zone, Alpine Confederation. 2031.
“How long has it been?” the embodiment of Austria mused loudly to no one in particular. Taking a brief look around, he sighed, even while forcing back the urge to cough. A faint silhouette of a bird seemed to be flying off in the distance. “Who else would know then? It's from another time.”
Yet one that grows more distant, he added silently, a part of him still holding back the urge to bemoan his old capital even after all these years. That he was here at all also seemed like an inexplicable stroke of luck. Due to some engine failure, the ferry that would take him to the inaugural ceremonies in Budapest Memorial was forced to stop nearby. Apart from a few headstrong tourists and the occasional supply post, the landscape remained coldly silent. Still, there have been stranger events.
Doomsday RE: An Ocean of Flame AboveDoomsday RE: An Ocean of Flame AboveMore Like This
Or, A 1983 Doomsday Tale through a Dying Nation's Eyes.
Somewhere near the Sopron Frontier. 1985.
The Nation found it difficult to tell what time of day it was. Then again, she was no longer certain of the actual date. The dark clouds and smell of decay had long since obscured any semblance of a natural cycle. All around her was an eerie silence, broken only by dust-laden wind and the increasingly erratic beating of her own heart. There had been a time when she still heard with some frequency the sounds of refugees muddling along towards the same sanctuary she was struggling to reach. Then again, perhaps fallout, starvation or the "Soviets" had already gotten to them months before. And against the endless protests in her head, she no longer had the power to do anything about it.
So this is the end of the world, huh ?! Elisaveta Héderváry sneered bitterly inside, only to force back a sharp jolt of pain streaming through her skele
APH: 44 Nights in Bliss 1HetaliaMore Like This
Summary: Elizabeta was just a farmer's daughter. Roderich was a noble's son. When Elizabeta was cursed by an evil sorcerer into a form of a man, he sets out to find a cure. It's simple really: true love's kiss. What if he was in love with Roderich, but the nobleman was only attracted to women? It would make things interesting for a woman-turned-man to woo another.
Nyo!Hungary x Austria x (minor mentioning of) Prussia though barely much of a Frying Pangle pairing.
44 Nights in Bliss
He dug his hands into the dirt and felt the corpse of another failing seed. It was not the first time he was frustrated at himself. It was one of those many times actually where he wanted to bellow his rage like an angry bull stuck by a sword. It was pain he felt and the metaphorical sword revealed itself harshly and purred at the feeling of being used. If it had an owner, it was the corrupting noblemen of the time.
The farmer did not have much strength l
He's Dead Because of You [Sadstuck Solkat]Fandom: HomestuckMore Like This
AU: Non-Sgrub AU
You can't stop crying.
He doesn't love you back.
He never will.
And you've probably ruined your friendship by telling him how you felt.
You have nothing left.
Terezi doesn't love you.
And neither does Sollux.
The others don't give a flying fuck about you.
There's no one else.
There's just you.
Mutated, freakshow, Karkat Vantas.
But you won't have to worry about that much longer... Right?
Just one flick of the wrist and it'll be all over.
You can't help but laugh.
You always thought the drones would get you.
But they didn't.
And now, it looks like they'll have one less mutant to track down after this.
Your fist clenches and you swipe.
And down you fall.
Blood streaming from your neck.
twinArmageddons [TA] has be
+A Promise Keep+ YAOIMore Like This
*~A Promise Keep~*
Rising gently, I watch it fall
On your chest, a lifeless doll
I stay awake, we fall asleep
On each other, A Promise Keep
You say I'm yours, I say your mine
I listen to the church bells chime
I say your mine, it does not reach
You say your hers, A Promise Keep
I lay awake on my bed
Feeling like I'm oh so dead
My love for you is oh so deep
Always forever, A Promise Keep
You came knocking at my door
To borrow something, nothing more
You think I'm sleeping, counting sheep
Dreaming of you, A Promise Keep
You open the door and then you find
A hanging body, that is mine
To your horror, I was asleep
On my ceiling, A Promise Keep
Your on your knees, flowing tears
You know you loved me, for so many years
Up to my body, you started to creep
You reminisce, A Promise Keep
When we were young, in our past
You loved me, held me, made it last
In private, without a peep
We exchanges rings, A Promise Keep
We were small, still played with toys
It didn't matter, that we were boys
Prussian TribeA/N: This has no plot. It's pure crack. You will lose brain cells. I know I did while writing this. Also, I was writing this while listening to African tribal music. Made me feel pumped to write this. Y'all should too if you want. :3 The beginning isn't very interesting. xD;; Sorry. And I don't mean to offend any of my more ethnical readers. This was just for fun and is meant in no way to make fun of culture.More Like This
Oh, and this is my first fanfic. Be nice!
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
The morning sun shone brightly in the sky. No clouds visible anywhere. Today was perfect. Today was the day. Gilbert, being his oh so awesome self, decided it was about time to kill two birds with one stone. Figuratively of course. Not like he would ever kill any of his precious little chicks.
He woke up feeling awesome. Opening a window, he stripped himself completely, completely unabashed and grinning like a maniac (which wasn't too far off the mark). Hell, who didn't want to see his awesome
Me cambio de cuenta//I'm changing my account EspañolMore Like This
Pues eso, que cambio de cuenta porque esta ya no me gusta, mi nombre ya no me gusta y blabla, quería esperar a tener más fotos de cosplay pero teniendo esta cara tan amorfa por muchas fotos que me haga no me gusta ninguna HURR.
En fin, esta es mi nueva cuenta :iconLuckyBrago: si os intereso un minimo dadme watch, si no os acabaré dando watch yo.
Es mi primer journal woah.
So I'm changing my account cause I grew tired of this one, I don't like it anymore, I don't like my name and blahblah, I wanted to have many cosplay photos before I changed it but I have such an stupid face that no matter how many photos I take I like none of them DURR.
My new account is :iconLuckyBrago: if you are kind of interested in me please watch me, if not I'll probably watch you myself sooner or later.
Btw this my first journal entry, woah.