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Shame
I don’t have many friends.  Acquaintances, perhaps, but very few friends. Sometimes I wonder if it was due to my childhood.  I grew up hardly interacting with anyone outside my family.  I drew as close to them as to anyone, yet even that was stymied.  My brothers and cousins were all superheroes in my eyes.  They were powerful and influential; they could make their demands reality like magic. They were demigods.  From these people, I learned how to lead, but I learned little about how to relate. I respect every action of decorum and every social nicety proper for negotiations and formal interactions.  These are Cartesian, and theref
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Phantom of Hetlia: N.Italy: Home
“That will be enough for today ladies.  We rehearse the second act tomorrow, bright and early.  Rest up, report back at seven o’clock, and for goodness’s sake, I want to see precision in those tour jetés!  Remember, you are dancers, not dead fish flopping around on a hook, so dance like it!  Off you go.” The corps de ballet sighed with relief at their dismissal.  The ballet master, Monsieur Zwingli, had been particularly harsh this rehearsal.  While an accomplished dancer himself and a skilled choreographer, it seemed the man knew nothing of softening his words, especially around his beloved art form.  However,
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Nyo!FinlandXSweden: Thawing the Frozen Heart Ch. 3
When the soldier awoke, he felt as though he had slept forever.   His mind was clear and sharp for the first time in ages, a welcome and strange feeling after its previously muddled state.  He opened his eyes, and was greeted with a blurry watercolor that somehow possessed sharper clarity than before.  Wearily, the man reached up to his face and rubbed his eyes.  A realization struck him. ‘My spectacles, where are they?’ Squinting, the man turned his head to one side, attempting to catch a glimpse of his murky surroundings.  A warm rustling surprised him as he moved.  Looking down, he saw his whole body encased in a clutter of w
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Dark!RussiaXReader: Save Me From Myself Ch.6
“No!  I won’t let you do that!”  Ivan’s eyes grew wide, panicked at the idea I had proposed. “Ivan, I understand you’re scared, but this is the best thing I can do to help you.  You have to trust me.”  I knew he was not going to like this idea when I first proposed it.  I had expected some resistance, some refusal, maybe even some fear.  What I had not anticipated was the desperation with which he would struggle against my plan. “No!  You can’t!  Look what he almost did to you last time!” I admit that my insides shuddered at the memory, but my insistence grew no weaker.  “
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Nyo!FinlandXSweden: Thawing the Frozen Heart Ch 2
Miles melted beneath the reindeer’s hooves as the woman urged it onward.  Frantic haste mixed with the euphoria of survival lent the whole journey the strange combination of dream-like disconnect mixed with the too-sharp detail of reality.  Time was fragmented, yet fluid. ‘Just a little farther…’ she assured herself, ‘Just a little distance more…’ She knew these plains intimately, like old neighbors.  Her youth had been spent in both enjoyment and labor among these hills.  Every knoll, every valley, had a memory and a distinctness that she could discern even buried and blurred by winter.  Her eyes
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Ineptitude
I have very little experience being a woman.  My whole life, I was raised around men, and theirs were the mannerisms I learned. When most girls would learn to sew or sing, I learned how to throw a solid punch and how to fight. When most girls would learn to keep their speech demure and refined, I learned how to speak boldly and with power. While most girls learned how to giggle coquettishly and bat their eyes, I learned how to maneuver troops and arrange attacks. When most women learned to be women, I learned how to be a man. I am a machine when it comes to battle.  In my element—in the world of men—I stand head and shoulders
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Latido (Beat)
En el pueblo, el aire se mueve como un suspiro. Dentro de los carros y los autobuses, de los perros y las personas, de las calles y la arena, Hay movimientos, alientos, latidos del corazón. In the town, the air moves, like a sigh. Between the cars and the buses, the dogs and the people, the streets and the sand. There are movements, breaths, heartbeats. Los nervios chasquen de la actividad y baile bajo de los movimientos de pies y las almas. Murmura en un coro unido, . Nerves crackle with the activity and dance beneath the movement of feet and souls. It murmurs in a united chorus, "I live, I live, I live." El coro suena en los grito
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The Phantom of Hetalia: France: Why So Silent?
The hall went silent.  The joyous laughter and rambunctious dancing, the swirl of color and the heady music all fell to death-like quiet.  Standing at the top of the grand staircase, wreathed in smoke and fire was The Masque of Red Death. “Lord, no,” I begged under my breath as I held tight to Raoul’s jacket.  “Not here, not now.” François had returned. The costume he stood in looked as though he had garbed himself in blood.  With wide-Venetian sleeves and prideful, red dancing slippers, François’ character looked like a dapper and fashionable creature—except for its face.  His who
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SwedenXNyo!Finland: Warming the Frozen Heart Ch 1
It was a lonely night, not a living soul in sight.  The breath-stealing air sighed occasionally with a frigid gust of wind, but beyond that all was still.  Naught but the cold light of the stars gave illumination to the world that night.  All was quiet.  The snow-covered plain seemed an idyllic picture of beauty, all natural purity and blissful stillness, and so it was.  However, in the midst of the untouched, tranquil beauty, there was a single, weary dissenter to nature’s decree of silence and stillness. It was a man. It was a man, tall of stature and wide of frame, marching wearily in the God-forsaken night.  This man, the lone fig
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Shattering the Mask 2p!AmericaXReader (Request)
 “Come on,” I grunted quietly, straining upward for the coveted book just beyond my arm span.  “Why do they always make these shelves so high?  Don’t they know short people like to read too?”  My day at the library had been a perfect one: long, peaceful, and—above all—silent.  However, such a wonderful day had to be thwarted by the Americans with Disabilities Act failing to provide proper provisions for the vertically challenged.  My mind urged on my frantic mission, panicking as the final minutes of the hour ticked by.    I had been waiting on the brink of insanity for this book to come in for over t
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Shame
I don’t have many friends.  Acquaintances, perhaps, but very few friends. Sometimes I wonder if it was due to my childhood.  I grew up hardly interacting with anyone outside my family.  I drew as close to them as to anyone, yet even that was stymied.  My brothers and cousins were all superheroes in my eyes.  They were powerful and influential; they could make their demands reality like magic. They were demigods.  From these people, I learned how to lead, but I learned little about how to relate. I respect every action of decorum and every social nicety proper for negotiations and formal interactions.  These are Cartesian, and theref
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Phantom of Hetlia: N.Italy: Home
“That will be enough for today ladies.  We rehearse the second act tomorrow, bright and early.  Rest up, report back at seven o’clock, and for goodness’s sake, I want to see precision in those tour jetés!  Remember, you are dancers, not dead fish flopping around on a hook, so dance like it!  Off you go.” The corps de ballet sighed with relief at their dismissal.  The ballet master, Monsieur Zwingli, had been particularly harsh this rehearsal.  While an accomplished dancer himself and a skilled choreographer, it seemed the man knew nothing of softening his words, especially around his beloved art form.  However,
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Nyo!FinlandXSweden: Thawing the Frozen Heart Ch. 3
When the soldier awoke, he felt as though he had slept forever.   His mind was clear and sharp for the first time in ages, a welcome and strange feeling after its previously muddled state.  He opened his eyes, and was greeted with a blurry watercolor that somehow possessed sharper clarity than before.  Wearily, the man reached up to his face and rubbed his eyes.  A realization struck him. ‘My spectacles, where are they?’ Squinting, the man turned his head to one side, attempting to catch a glimpse of his murky surroundings.  A warm rustling surprised him as he moved.  Looking down, he saw his whole body encased in a clutter of w
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Dark!RussiaXReader: Save Me From Myself Ch.6
“No!  I won’t let you do that!”  Ivan’s eyes grew wide, panicked at the idea I had proposed. “Ivan, I understand you’re scared, but this is the best thing I can do to help you.  You have to trust me.”  I knew he was not going to like this idea when I first proposed it.  I had expected some resistance, some refusal, maybe even some fear.  What I had not anticipated was the desperation with which he would struggle against my plan. “No!  You can’t!  Look what he almost did to you last time!” I admit that my insides shuddered at the memory, but my insistence grew no weaker.  “
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Nyo!FinlandXSweden: Thawing the Frozen Heart Ch 2
Miles melted beneath the reindeer’s hooves as the woman urged it onward.  Frantic haste mixed with the euphoria of survival lent the whole journey the strange combination of dream-like disconnect mixed with the too-sharp detail of reality.  Time was fragmented, yet fluid. ‘Just a little farther…’ she assured herself, ‘Just a little distance more…’ She knew these plains intimately, like old neighbors.  Her youth had been spent in both enjoyment and labor among these hills.  Every knoll, every valley, had a memory and a distinctness that she could discern even buried and blurred by winter.  Her eyes
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Ineptitude
I have very little experience being a woman.  My whole life, I was raised around men, and theirs were the mannerisms I learned. When most girls would learn to sew or sing, I learned how to throw a solid punch and how to fight. When most girls would learn to keep their speech demure and refined, I learned how to speak boldly and with power. While most girls learned how to giggle coquettishly and bat their eyes, I learned how to maneuver troops and arrange attacks. When most women learned to be women, I learned how to be a man. I am a machine when it comes to battle.  In my element—in the world of men—I stand head and shoulders
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Latido (Beat)
En el pueblo, el aire se mueve como un suspiro. Dentro de los carros y los autobuses, de los perros y las personas, de las calles y la arena, Hay movimientos, alientos, latidos del corazón. In the town, the air moves, like a sigh. Between the cars and the buses, the dogs and the people, the streets and the sand. There are movements, breaths, heartbeats. Los nervios chasquen de la actividad y baile bajo de los movimientos de pies y las almas. Murmura en un coro unido, . Nerves crackle with the activity and dance beneath the movement of feet and souls. It murmurs in a united chorus, "I live, I live, I live." El coro suena en los grito
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The Phantom of Hetalia: France: Why So Silent?
The hall went silent.  The joyous laughter and rambunctious dancing, the swirl of color and the heady music all fell to death-like quiet.  Standing at the top of the grand staircase, wreathed in smoke and fire was The Masque of Red Death. “Lord, no,” I begged under my breath as I held tight to Raoul’s jacket.  “Not here, not now.” François had returned. The costume he stood in looked as though he had garbed himself in blood.  With wide-Venetian sleeves and prideful, red dancing slippers, François’ character looked like a dapper and fashionable creature—except for its face.  His who
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SwedenXNyo!Finland: Warming the Frozen Heart Ch 1
It was a lonely night, not a living soul in sight.  The breath-stealing air sighed occasionally with a frigid gust of wind, but beyond that all was still.  Naught but the cold light of the stars gave illumination to the world that night.  All was quiet.  The snow-covered plain seemed an idyllic picture of beauty, all natural purity and blissful stillness, and so it was.  However, in the midst of the untouched, tranquil beauty, there was a single, weary dissenter to nature’s decree of silence and stillness. It was a man. It was a man, tall of stature and wide of frame, marching wearily in the God-forsaken night.  This man, the lone fig
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Shattering the Mask 2p!AmericaXReader (Request)
 “Come on,” I grunted quietly, straining upward for the coveted book just beyond my arm span.  “Why do they always make these shelves so high?  Don’t they know short people like to read too?”  My day at the library had been a perfect one: long, peaceful, and—above all—silent.  However, such a wonderful day had to be thwarted by the Americans with Disabilities Act failing to provide proper provisions for the vertically challenged.  My mind urged on my frantic mission, panicking as the final minutes of the hour ticked by.    I had been waiting on the brink of insanity for this book to come in for over t
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It was a lonely night, not a living soul in sight.  The breath-stealing air sighed occasionally with a frigid gust of wind, but beyond that all was still.  Naught but the cold light of the stars gave illumination to the world that night.  All was quiet.  The snow-covered plain seemed an idyllic picture of beauty, all natural purity and blissful stillness, and so it was.  However, in the midst of the untouched, tranquil beauty, there was a single, weary dissenter to nature’s decree of silence and stillness. It was a man. It was a man, tall of stature and wide of frame, marching wearily in the God-forsaken night.  This man, the lone fig
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Hetalia Med School AU
Hi everybody, Sylphwriter here with pretty much no free time, but still chucking around ideas for fanfictions.  Because med school is basically my life at the moment, I've been tossing around the idea of what specialties/interests the Hetalia characters would have if they were in med school.  I might do some fully fledged one-shots on these in the future, but that would have to be after my board exams in June. In the meanwhile, I figured I could share some of the characters I've thought through and my reasoning.  If you guys have any interest in this, please let me know and tell me what you think. I've structured these with multiple intere
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Welp, classes have begun again.  So much for getting down to business and writing this summer... Oh well, onward to the Gram negative bacteria and antibiotics!
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Long Overdue Update
Hey there, Sylphwriter here. Apologies for the super long hiatus!  I've been busy with my first year of medical school, and while I have   had almost no free time I've never felt quite so at home.  Classes are hard, and I need to study my butt off, but my classmates are amazing, my professors are fantastic, and I really feel like I'm following the path I was always meant to follow. If any of you guys here are interested in what medical school is like--either for researching a piece or for any career aspirations you may have--, I'm more than happy to share my experiences. Regarding my writing, I've not had much time to work on it.  I've gott
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Do you remember the Inuit-inspired version of "Beauty and the Beast" that was posted back in 2014?

It's been revised and an on-going series!

Feel free to peruse at your leisure, and thanks for encouraging me when the original was posted in'14. :huggle:
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Ah, also, wanted to share, but you were interested in the series I've posted here, After That, Comes This?

Since last year, there's been major changes, including one character, Lera, being changed into an entirely different character named Luka.
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Yep, I've been trying to keep up on your character changes and story modifications.  It's been a fun journey watching you develop your characters.  It's like watching the behind-the-scenes footage of a film. :)
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May God bless you with a joyous birthday! Please forgive me I have no fitting gift to give you on this day. I earnestly hope I can send you a card and letter!
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Thank you so much for the birthday wishes, Theresa!

I'm so sorry for the late reply; I've been up to my neck in finals and med school applications, but your birthday wish was such s great thing to see!
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Dearest Allison!

How it does my heart a world of good to hear you!

Please forgive me for not being to repay you back for all you have done for me.

What did for me for Christmas, words cannot express my gratitude. My Christmas was going to be a most bleak one, and your gifts and words made it one of the best, most memorable and warm Christmases in my life! I say this with all conviction, dear friend!

How are you faring with the finals and medical school applications? Is there anyway I could help you?

Allison, you are a truly an angel in mortal's guise.

God bless and keep you well and may The Father in Heaven prosper you immensely! :pray::heart:
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Theresa,

It's great to hear from you again as well!  I'm sorry that I haven't been able to keep in contact with you so well this semester.  School has been busy, but things are going well enough.  Finals went well enough, though MCAT studying is essentially keeping finals week going.  I'm mainly trying to write my personal statement right now, and it's surprisingly frustrating!  Writing about myself in a way that stands out and still expresses why I want to be a doctor has been tougher than I expected.  If you want to help in any way, I might send you a draft once I get something half-way decent ready. 

I'm glad that you enjoyed my gift this Christmas.  It's repayment enough to know that you liked the present.  :) 

God Bless, dear!