PirateEnglandXReader- Captain Arthur Kirkland 7More Like This
(Name) opened her eyes to see someone's face. She squinted, the face focused.
"You're awake" Arthur gave a sigh trying not tho show the relief on his face. (Name) blinked, sitting up. The sky was light blue with fluffy white clouds and the water was calm. Not how she remembered it.
"The sea had quietened down" Arthur stated the obvious.
"Well nooo" (Name) said sarcastically. "How... long..."
"It's...around 6 am right now so about 8 hours" he paused "Where are we going?"
(Name) shrugged "Out of the sea" she grumbled "And onto land"
(Name) tried to ignore the person sitting next to her, his hands behind his head, leaning on the side of the boat. He examined her for a moment before turning to look out at the sea.
“So” he said finally “what made you...help little old me love?
PirateEnglandXReader- Captain Arthur Kirkland 6More Like This
"Austin Kirkdad" (Name) agreed "Person who nobody cares about" she smiled. Arthur stared forward a grim expression on his face.
"You are extremely rude (Name)" he said. They were walking towards the coast where the ship was.
"And you have a fake accent but I don't complain" (Name) said in a posh English accent. Arthur scowled at her.
He walked to the edge of the hill his eyes skimming over the sea for a ship- then he froze.
"dammit" he cursed. (Name) tried to look at what had made this pirate freeze. She blinked at the scene.
There were hundreds of soldiers marching on the coast- as if waiting for a pirate's return.
Before (Name) could run onto the beach screaming with happiness at the thought of her freedom and Alfred Kirklad's misery, the pirate grabbed both her wrists pulling them behind her back.
"No funny bu
Soldier! Germany x Crossdressed! Reader - DreamingMore Like This
Hear my plea
Help me not to make a
Fool of me” – Honor to Us All, Mulan
It was a nice dream.
She didn’t remember the exact reason why she was in such a state, but she felt like she was freezing, soaked to her very bones, shivering uncontrollably and with a severe lack of air on the right places. Her head was light, weightless even, her ears seemed to be filled with nothing but an annoying buzz, ringing inside her eardrums and brain, with her members as heavy as lead.
But she cared for any of those?
No, not really.
Because her dream, even if she looked like a drowned cat in it (She was assuming that part, but it wouldn’t surprise her if her subconscious was cruel enough to make some algae be tangled with her hair and making her smell like a river creature on her oneiric adventures. Or worse, like a fish.), had a very, very, interesting factor.
What could that be?
Well, General Beilschmidt was kissing her.
Yes, lips glued, heart raci
Summer contest - draw my Ocs ( so original XD ) Contest !! Deadline : 26th August 2014More Like This
I actually wanted to make an illsutration of my characters : in those summer outfits but I don't have any idea.
So I'm asking you to draw them ( implying drawing them in those outfits ) The theme is : having fun in summer !!
_____________ Rules : __________
_ Fave this journal ( it is to get an idea about how much people could join )
_ Watch my journal to keep in touch about any updates about the contest.
_ Can be digital or traditionnal but absolutely with colors, not necessary super complicated coloring even flat colors are colors
- No maximum entry per person but only 1 entry can get rewarded or it'll be unfair to others
_ You have to draw at least 1 character ( kinda obvious XD ) but you don't have to draw them all if you don't want to ( but I'd greatly appreciate if someone would )
_ And of course, no tracing, no base, no copy ect... but I don't min
England x Reader - The Name of the GameMore Like This
“ If I said I care for you
Could you feel the same way too?
I wanna know
What's the name of the game” – The Name of the Game, ABBA
The world looked blurred.
It oscillated, like the dying flame of a small candle, tormented mercilessly by the breeze. A ship tossed back and forth under the cruel influence of a tempestuous sea. Spiraling behind his tired retinas and churning the content of his stomach, it left with no action for him but to hold onto the wall, where was he anyway?, letting his body slide down. He could feel the cracks of the old paint against his skin, the aridness of the material scratching against his back and how it felt cold, stealing his temperature abruptly and making him shiver. He waited that it all came back into focus or that it ceased gyrating before his eyes, but it never did.
Arthur got up again after trying a few times, straightening his back, only to have his column bending in a weird angle at the very moment