DeviantArtist QustionnaireHow long have you been on DeviantArt?More Like This
I've been on DeviantArt for 3 years now!
What does your username mean?
My name doesn't really mean anything. I just thought it was cute! I wanted to do just Doodle but just to make me feel worth something I put DoodlePrince!
Describe yourself in three words.
Creative, Silly, and Adorable
Are you left or right handed?
What was your first deviation?
My first deviation was a rough draft of my oc Yuki Okazaki.
What is your favourite type of art to create?
I like to create traditional fanart!
If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?
I dont know. I like my art style.
What was your first favourite?
I think my first favorite was a deviantion from :iconrazer2359:
What type of art do you tend to favourite the most?
Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist?
DeviantArtist Questionnaire1.How long have you been on DeviantArt?More Like This
I've joined since November 26th 2010 so I've been on DA for 4 years as it says on my profile
2.What does your username mean?
I have a strong passion for night themed things (Such as the moon or anything night related but mostly the moon lol) I don't know why, I just love night time in general it's all so mysterious and dark I just find it fascinating so that's why I love the night and also a strong passion for music I just love all kinds. I've gotten into music ever since I was really young. It all comes from my dad. He's a musician so we both share the same love for music. Since I love both of these I created my name Midnight-Rhythm911 the "911" stands for my birthday which is on September 11th
3.Describe yourself in three words.
Funny, Caring, Weird (lol)
4.Are you left or right handed?
I'm right handed
5.What was your first deviation?
Father England x Daughter ReaderMore Like This
You sat on the edge of the sidewalk in your neighborhood of (city name). It was oddly quiet today, or maybe you were just tuning everybody out. You continued to glance down the street, waiting for the mailman to drive by.
Today was the day you were hoping to receive a letter from your biological father who lived in London, England. You haven’t seen him since he moved back to London when you were only 4 years old. You’re mother, who was (nationality), died a couple years after. Now you were living with your foster parents.
When you were younger, you were always happy to get a letter in the mail from your father, but as the years went on you began to receive less and less letters. When you did, the letter sounded as if it had been a burden to write it or he didn’t really care what he wrote down.
You had a good feeling today that you would finally see a letter, you loved his fancy handwriting and tried to copy it sometimes. Your eyes lit up when you saw the mail truck dr
Shy!Germany x Reader - How To Be A Good BoyfriendMore Like This
Ludwig was sure he’d studied the book to the point where he could recite it word for word, so why, just why did he feel so nervous?
Skimming through the thin pages once more, the German sighed before setting it down, blue eyes glancing at the title in neat font before sighing once again.
A Guide to Relationships: Boyfriend Edition
There was no way he could let anyone know that he’d been reading from this book – and not to mention, taking several notes on it – all because of a girl.
But let’s face it, the girl was you and Ludwig refused to give you anything less than perfection.
Thus, he bought the book for a cheap payment of fifteen dollars.
Well, perhaps it wasn’t that cheap, but that wasn’t going to stop him from impressing you.
But dear god was he embarrassed when the old lady at the cashier giggled and winked at him before wishing him good luck.
Too engrossed in his thoughts, Ludwig jumped slightly when he
Germans and Their DogsMore Like This
Gilbert doubled over from laughing as you screamed bloody murder and sprinted all over his yard. His eyes teared up and he held the stitch in his side and gasped for air.
"F-Frau…you're…AHAHAHAHAHA!!" He laughed and slapped his knee.
"GILBERT HELP ME YOU *cusses like Romano*" You screamed and climbed onto the nearest tree in fear.
"But your reaction is HILARIOUS!"
"GILBERT YOU ARSE THIS IS A MATTER OF LIFE OR DEATH!!" You screamed and desperately hugged onto the trunk of the tree. You glanced down and in fear you saw the face of death right in front of you- in the form of blood-thirsty, fluffy dogs. Your grip was slipping and you were screaming for dear life as the dogs barked and jumped happily at you.
Ludwig bursted through the door at the sound of your horror movie worthy scream ,"MEIN GOTT, what is going on-"
"Lud…Lud..wig! I…I…I..can't breathe…KESESESESESESESE!" Gilbert laughed and held up a weak hand. Ludwig pulled him up and glanced towards yo
Papa, ou tes? [Father!2p!FrancexDaughter!Reader]More Like This
Well, it's 2p!France, of course there's gonna be cursing, but all of them are in French so if you don't wanna read them, feel free to skip anything Francois says in French. ^^
I sat down on the floor playing with my ragdoll as Uncle Oliver brushed my hair. Our house was okay as long as Uncle Oliver was here. He’d keep it clean, he’d make yummy cupcakes and food for me, and he’d bring me new clothes and washed my old ones. I always have fun with Uncle Oliver, he’s nice!
It feels weird calling him uncle though… he’s more of a papa, since my actual papa is never home... I wonder why?
“Uncle Oliver?” I kept my gaze down as I played with [doll’s name]. She had long soft blonde yarn hair and pretty purple buttons for eyes. She had a f/c dress, at least it was supposed to be f/c. It was patched up with so many
regretless. || nazi!germany x readerMore Like This
****This was inspired by the song 'Regretless' by Richard Walters. If you want, you could listen to it while you read this ^_^
Click here for the song!
'You should've been a father to your mother,
You could've been a better brother,
But, oh, let it go...
Nobody liked wars.
Nobody. Not even the powerful (c/n), who didn't often get into battles, who fought hard for what she believed in.
And right now, Germany- one of (y/n)'s past friends- was causing quarrels that the girl knew might blossom into war from many past experiences.
That being said, the country had made a decision: to talk to Germany and prevent a war from occurring.
An autumn coat on her seemingly fragile shoulders, (c/n) walked determinedly toward the German border, toward the nearest guard that would analyze her (border regulations).
christmas celebration. || king!england x readerMore Like This
A/N: This is a contest entry for HetaXReadXInter. Go check the contest out, they have prizes~!
Also, this fic contains a bit of France x Reader. You'll understand why soon.
Cover Image by HoshikoxChi C:
'"I have finally found someone worth falling in love with."'
(Y/n) looked up from the sink full of bubbly water and dirty dishes and hoped she was only imagining the distinctly unique knocking caused by only one individual.
'Not him again...' she thought.
She sneaked a peek outside the nearest window and looked at her doorstep, trying to hide herself as much as possible.
The girl sighed sadly as her fears were confirmed; it was him, or the Tax Collector, as most of the villagers called him.
(Y/n) made her best attempt at silence, when the man knocked on her door again, more irritably this time.
"I know you're in there, (y/n)!" the Tax Collector yelled. "You've tried to pull this trick
Street princess :Aristocrat!EnglandxReader: Part 3More Like This
(f/n) felt the warm rays of sun hit her face. She cracked her eyes open but quickly closed
them because of the bright light. The environment was different this time. She was no
longer lying on that hard surface. Instead her body sunk into light soft cushions and there was a faint pleasant aroma drifting around her. (f/n) made an attempt to get out of bed, but a sharp pain cut though her head before she could do so. Despite the awful headache she managed to sit herself at the edge of the bed.
The room she was in had massive windows with light see-trough curtains and soft pink wallpaper decorating the walls. The floor was made out of some light wood. Oak? Or maybe birch? (f/n) wondered for a moment before her gaze flew towards the door.
The doorknob was turning slowly, quietly. The girl tensed up when a maid poked her head into the room. She curiously looked at her and quickly closed the door again. (f/n) was about to get up and chase after her but then she heard a quiet ‘click