The advice below is on a take it or leave it basis, and obviously you follow as much of it as you want. Just don't let me catch you complaining about low exposure afterwards, or I'll have another thing to tell you.
Now then, let us move right on to business, shall we?
1. Keep improving
First things first: there's no reason why you shouldn't keep honing your skills and aim to improve, so you might as well. And if it turns out your audience was just waiting for you to get a little better at what you're doing, then hey - bonus!
... Neither do you need to wait for feedback to get better. (Don't wait for someone answeri
“Hi Mattie!” he looked up and stared. Puberty was fuckin’ good to ___________. She filled out in all of the right places. Her chest came in, her legs were longer, her hair was done nice, she was actually wearing something nice, versus the shit her mother had her wear in middle school, and she was just…cute.
It seemed to be a birthday card. It was pretty cute, you smiled going down to get a closer look at it.
It was a cute bumble bee. It was cartoon styled and simply cute. You picked it up chuckling at the cute card. You had a small idea on who could have given you the card, but right now your main priority is your locker and getting all the crap you need.
You debated shortly with yourself on taking your wireless mouse and laptop with you for study hall. You decided hell fucking yes. Sure it took up plenty of space in your bag making you leave a few books in order to carry it but you don’t care. You’re a technology person so old paper books aren’t one of your favorite things to use. You liked using your laptop and mouse for whatever you could so you never left it behind.
You hold on to your cellphone as you waited for Alfred to arrive.Alfred is your boyfriend,and was about to an ex boyfriend.Why? Thrice,this is the third time you caught him with (girl/n),your best friend,you confronted about it the first time,and he promised to change.When the second time comes in,you decided to give him one more chance and now he destroyed it.Today,now,you are sick and tired of feeling like an idiot and forgive him for everything he did,he crossed the line this time.
Well here we are again,
It’s always such a pleasure,
Remember when you tried to kill me twice?
As you were engrossed in your cellphone listening to music and reading stories,you heard the loud voice called out for you "_____! Babe~" You frowned.You slowly removed your ear buds and chuck them into your bag together with your phone.Suddenly,the american glomped on to you and started to rub his cheeks against yours.Your mind was boiling wit
-Final Chapter ^^ This is the 5th part to my Soviet Reprisal, and the final, and I whipped it out in no time flat! I feel weird ending in 5 chapters, but I feel more accomplished about it this way xD And to think it's a request ^^ You better like this ending, Chiyoyo xD Gah! Fluffeh ending is fluffeh!! DX
WARNINGS: Violence, slight gore, language, sad situations, slight mention of Nazism, and war (Don't say I didn't warn you)
*-Nazi reference FTW 8D
*Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, the Characters, or You; I only own the plot
Ivan had come back to his room to retrieve you after lunch, which occurred downstairs not an hour after he had stormed out of the room in a fit of rage. When he returned, his expression was softer, almost apologetic, and he was more patient with you when you needed to use the restroom before you left.
Now you walked down the long corridor behind the man who has changed your life, on your way to finally solve the case of what happened t
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It's every writer's nightmare: your characters, after all the things you've put them through and all the months or years they've inhabited your head, have been eagerly displayed to the public and received an unenthusiastic response. Your audience has not been enchanted. They do not drool, fall hopelessly in love, or draw fan art in droves. They don't even pick favorite characters or whine for more information! You've failed. Nobody understands your characters. Nobody understands you.
...Wait a second. Try again?
Deviants who regularly post OC stories and art are lucky: their relationship with their audien
You hated feeling this way you had never felt so achy in your chest in your life. It was for a good reason though .
In three days there was going to be a big party where all the countries would be. Each person was supposed to bring a partner along and almost everyone had a partner at this point .except for you.
You couldn't exactly complain about the whole "being asked" thing. You had been asked out by Lithuania, Poland, France, China, and Russia .and you had rejected them all. Why? It was simple. You wanted to be asked by a specific person the one you had feelings for the one you had been friends with since before you could even remember
"Such a pretty day " you said in your
-This is another request from ~Chiyoyo. ^^ I'm actually pretty excited to write this one :3 A darker version of 2P!Russia is what we decided on~ Only, it's gonna be longer than a oneshot xD
WARNINGS: Violence, slight gore, language, slight mention of Nazism, and war. ALSO: Most translations are with Google because it has English letters xD
*Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, the Characters, or You; I only own the plot
Russia's ruby red eyes locked with the lifeless eyes of his boss, a slightly shocked look adorning his face; his eyes widened more than usual and his lips slightly parted in a breathless gasp.
"You heard me loud and clear, Ivan," his boss spoke sternly, his eyes holding nothing by the emptiness of something dark.
Russia wanted to say something back in return, but he couldn't exactly way he wasn't willing to go with his boss's demands. After everything Germany had done to Russia and other countries nearby, it wasn't uncommon for some of the
"Bah!" ___________ finally said, throwing her hands up in the air, "Its no use Kairi, I don't think we're finding him," Kairi pouted slightly as she flopped onto the sand,
"Its not fair though, I was really looking forward to asking him..." ___________ glanced at her friend before shrugging,
"I don't know, I really don't feel like dealing with trying to teach him how to decorate cupcakes," ___________ pulled her loose hair together, tying it together with her broken hair band, hoping it would stay together for a little longer before she and Kairi headed back to her house.
"But it would be so much better if we had help!" Kairi insisted, "I don't want to make five hundred cupcakes alone..." ___________ made a face at her whining friend, but before she could retort someone grabbed her chin from behind her and tipped her head back. Surprised ___________ blinked up at Riku, who was grinning.
"Ah, that's no fun ___________," He said, "You sho
Swinging your back pack over one shoulder, you quietly stood up to leave, but soon heard your name being called in the distance.
"(Name)! (Name), over here!"
You look around in desperation, but couldn't find the source of the sound. You yelled back to the oblivion. "Where are you?" You questioned, confused. You hoped it was Arthur, but sadly couldn't recognize the voice.
"Over here! Look this way! THIS WAY!" It called back.
"Well, you're not helping! Whic
But one day you chose the wrong person to steel money from. You saw a man who looked very rich and you saw his money bag just hanging right there, so you grabbed your knife and started to cut without trying to make a sound. But you dropped your knife then you were grabbed.
"Thief!" you were grabbed by a gentleman who had short bright blonde hair, big eyebrow's, and had an English accent.
"Hey! let me go!" you commanded
"Wait a tick, I bet this is the thief Prince Alfred has been warning us about, Hm I never thought it would be you"
The world rose and plummeted around you as the swing tossed you back and forth. The air pushed back your (hair color) hair and drew out laughs of excitement. It seemed like you were getting higher and higher, as if the line between the tips of your bare toes and the bright blue sky would blur to create a surreal mingle of a girl and the heavens.
Kids were swarming the play structure a few yards from the swingset. That always seemed to be the popular spot. No one ever liked to swing like you did. The feeling of flying made your heart accelerate, as if you were a bird, ready to fly far away to sing high in the trees. This was the way you spent your recess almost every day.
A blurry image smeared out of the corner of your eye, disappearing with every upward swing. You allowed your feet to skid on the ground below, steadily slowing you down until you were at a full halt. You turned to whoever it was and acknowle
"Tom, I just wanted to put some lights up!" Edd yelled, as Tom tore down the bright red, green and gold lights, his angry face visible under the flickering lights.
"I told you I didn't want these up in my room! They're stupid and Christmas is stupid! Get that through your thick head!" Tom shouted, still intent on tearing down the lights. They tumbled to the floor in heaps of festive colours, and Tom took no care to avoid them as he tore down the rest. That only severed to fuel Edd's anger, igniting a fuse to a firework that would not take long to explode.
"Tom! Don't you dare tear them all down!" Edd shouted, but it was too late. Tom pulled out the plug, and stood triumphantly, before Edd saw red. The fuse had run down.
"Those that took ages to hang them up! Why do have to be so idiotic! I just wanted to make your room more festive! Why don't you just leave if you hate Christmas so much!" Edd's eyes narrowed in anger as he shouted at Tom, prodding him with every senten
The cold sweat in your palms,
The eyes that dart at shadows,
And the lips that are forced into a tightened smile.
You wait beneath the blankets,
Shivering each night as the anxiety rises.
You gasp at the slightest sounds and quiver...
For you are afraid of the curse that comes.
In your mind you see what you have done to me.
You watched as you ripped my tongue
And stole the very voice from my soul!
But even if I am without a body,
Even if I can no longer hold a knife to your throat.
Fear alone is enough for me to silence you,
And I will NEVER allow you to be heard!
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"Dang it! Not now! Come on don't die on me now!"
You scream at your slowing car. The gas gauge is pointed at 'E', and finally, after a lot of yelling, your car comes to a stop on a dirt road in the middle of a swamp. The car just had to die now huh? You wipe your wet and red eyes as you get out of the mud covered black jeep. You get your backpack from the passenger seat next to you and start walking. The air is muggy, the trees are a dark green color, a fog is setting in, and everything is just slimy. You shiver at the environment. It reminds you of an old horror movie you watched, and no one survived. You shake your
Star Wars (c) LucasFilm
You (c) yourself
Saber (c) me
NOTE: If case any of you get confused, (c/n)/Saber are the same. Saber is just the nickname.
You yawned as you flipped another page of a book. You were getting tired after a long day of playing with your daughter (c/n) as she pleaded for you to play her favorite game of Trooper n Rebel. You, of course, played the Rebel while she pretended to be the Stormtrooper, laughing as your daughter tried to "capture" you and interrogate about the plans. You prepared to rest for the day by dozing off into a book you've found interesting.
You put the book down on the table, sleepily stumbling to the bed when the doors opened up. You looked up to catch a glimpse of your husband standing by the door.
You gulped as you felt a sudden dark aura emitting from him. Most of the time wit