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putty tat.. | 2p!England x Reader
WARNING: Major violence, blood, and gore. Read at your own risk!
THEME #66: GLIMMER | 2p!England x Reader
It begins with just a little bit of fluorescent red frosting smeared along the length of your front door.
It’s not a big deal—buttercream has never killed anyone. The worst it does is confuse you; after all, buttercream doesn’t just go around painting itself on the casing of the apartment complex doors. Perhaps someone tripped and suffered a few cupcake casualties? But the mystery isn’t your top priority, and the puzzle slips to the back of your subconscious not even five minutes after you discover it when your close friend and neighbor Kiku Honda arrives to walk with you to the morning classes you both share. He mentions the strange addition to your door, but you dismiss the matter with a quick scrubbing and a careless laugh afterward.
Nothing to worry about.
You buzz about the kitchenette as Kiku makes light conversation with you, and
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Reassurance of the Heart | Scotland
Theme #6: Children
Allistor was an impulsive man, there was no doubt about it.
He was stubborn and angry and full of sarcasm and crude language, often jumping headfirst into a fight with little forethought, the littlest thing capable of setting him off. The man was as fiery as his hair. But with all of his flaws came his good traits, too. He was also intelligent and very kind, and he had a good sense of morality. He was prideful, yes, but there was a rather large helping of humility in there as well—he knew when to stop, unlike his ass of a younger brother. Allistor was a hard worker with a golden heart, dead set on ensuring the prosperity of his country and happiness of his people. And there was one thing that would be the death of you someday: the fact that he was keen, sharp man with the gift of reading people like they were open books. He could sense when something was wrong, and he could determine whether you were in tears and in need of comfort (to which he’d c
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Like What You See? | Hetalia
THEME #115: GLASSES | Hetalia x Insecure!Reader
Ugh, why me?!
Walking down the sidewalk toward Hetalia World Academy, you couldn’t help but anxiously ring your hands together and fiddle with your backpack, simultaneously awkwardly balancing a frappuccino from Starbucks. Your mind was a swirling mess of worries and dread; you really didn’t want to go to school today.
You owed your sense of unease to the shiny new pair of (f/c) glasses perched on your nose—you’d never worn them before today.
Your ophthalmologist (eye doctor) had examined you a few weeks previous and informed your boss (who had acted as your guardian for that appointment) that you were in need of a change—your eyesight was absolutely terrible; no sugarcoating about it. You had failed the majority of the tests given to you; you were awfully nearsighted. Anything across the room from you was blurry and smudged. Things tended to blend together when you attempted to read word
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Broken Ticking - Tinatangi | America x Reader
It was funny, really, how much significance this little watch had.
Everyone had one—everyone was born with one. They came in a variety of shapes and colours and patterns; no two watches were the same. Specific to each person’s interests and tastes, you could see what kind of a person someone was simply by glancing at the little timekeeping device wrapped around their wrist. Bright colours and smiley faces were obviously the mark of a cheerful person, while darker colours and more obscure patterns depicted a person with a bit more mystery to them.
It really all depended.
And there were legends that surrounded these watches, oh yes. Different theories and predictions of what would happen when your watch reached zero. For these watches did not track the sun’s movements and link them back to humanity’s concept of time—no, these watches counted down. A day, an hour, a minute, a second. There was a spot for each measurement of time, and the majorit
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Mortem Appellationis | Demon!England
Contest Entry for  :iconthecomicgal:
You.
Inches from your face, his breath washes over your cheek and down your neck, warm and reassuring. It smells of Earl Grey tea, his favourite, and reminds you of the many days spent with this man. Roaming London, walking together hand in hand, popping into a café for a quick bite to eat, or simply at your home, lounging together on the couch as he held you close—like today. You’re safe, at home in his lap. There’s nothing to worry about, nothing at all. You’re supposed to be here, resting against his firm chest and held tight around the waist by his arms.
You’re content, you’re happy, you’re completely at ease…
But this is a fragile lie.
Today is your last day, the day you die because you so foolishly made a deal with a demon—but you aren’t going to die because this demon is malicious. You’re going to die today because this demon, the Demon of Pride,
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Procrastination | Eleventh Doctor
Eleventh Doctor x Reader
Your Doctor was quite the procrastinator.
You think it’d be the opposite with the whole “protector of the universe” and “oncoming storm” and all those other big and impressive and awesome names, but no. The Time Lord had the worst tendency to leave things to the last minute—giving you a heart attack in the process—but always managed to clean up the mess before it became too big to handle and mucked everything else up. It was a good thing he pulled off saving the world so well, of course, but you couldn’t help but get a bit annoyed whenever you were in the Daleks’ little plunger-like clutches and had to wait many agonizing hours for your madman with a box to actually show up and whisk you back onto the TARDIS with him.
Saving the universe wasn’t the only thing he left up to the last minute, however.
Your Doctor also had a bad habit of waiting until your pent-up frustration had reached the brea
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The Song of May | France x Reader
The Song of May | France x Reader | Theme #20: Candy
Theme suggested by alpha-hvad. Thanks, love!
Against all odds, your restaurant has been thriving here on the busy streets of Paris.
When you’d first started this business, it was a tiny little bakery (Angedoré Sweets) and you were a young girl who’d just moved to France, chasing some wild dream in hopes it could actually come true—you wanted to somehow become a successful pastry chef in Paris, no less. But your mother encouraged you to follow these fantasies of yours with your fiery sense of determination after you graduated from culinary school with flying colors. So you did, and now here you are several years later, standing in the midst of your beautiful, bustling restaurant (Langue D’Argent, or Silvertongue), with its muraled walls and crystal chandeliers and five-star winery and everything else one would ever i
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Taste the Rainbow | America x Reader
It was a lovely, normal March day. The air was fresh with the smell of approaching spring, and the weather was a bit too rainy for your liking. Tucked away in your house with your laptop, you found yourself feeling bored as you clicked your way through varying stories, searching for a good fic to read. Your best fellow American friend and crush since forever, Alfred F. Jones, sat in front of your flat screen television, looking rather transfixed by whatever the hell was flashing across the brainwashing screen. All was quiet except for the faint pattering of constant rain. Well, all was quiet until—
“(Name), what do rainbows taste like?”
Raising an eyebrow, you glanced up from your laptop and met Alfred’s eyes to briefly answer, “No fucking idea,” then went back to reading fanfiction.
Alfred pouted. “You didn’t even think about it! C’mon, what d’you think rainbows taste like? They’re a bunch of different colours, so they
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I Have Seen The Unspeakable | England x Reader
He smelt of Earl Grey tea and secretive, dusty, mystical spellbooks. Surrounded by the unmistakable scent of musty, century-old, unpredictable magic and strange, hazardous, bubbling potions that never seemed to perform the act they were brewed for. The fragrance of his favourite flower, the gorgeous rose, along with the marigolds he liked to grow in his enchanting garden. The calming smell of the foaming sea and its salty, tangy air; the familiar trace of alcohol, rum and ale, here and there. Scones and treacle tarts and custards and trifles; desserts of all kinds he could never prepare himself mixed with the ever-present delicious aromas of the teas he admired so. A tiny whiff of cigarette smoke, along with a fresh, cool breeze of London air, saturated with routine rain.
Odd, different, and unique—the fragrance that hung about him was one beyond words for you to accurately describe. It left you dazed and craving for more; a single breath would have you basking in f
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The Things I Have Seen (Hetalia X Reader) Intro
The modern world holds many secrets.
The majority of them are buried beneath years of forced smiles and treaties of peace—though the memory of those secrets still haunts the earth’s nations to this day. Not only do the humans of the globe remember and regret; those countries of more obscure descent also remember—and they regret more than any human ever could. For when they walk, they can still feel the subtle wetness of blood long-since dried under their shoes. When they close their eyes, they can still see visions of war and sacrifice. When they’re alone, they can still taste the metallic rust of innocent blood, and smell its stench in their land’s air.
You are one such nation—though you are known as the one who forgives.
The Honourable United Republic of Gloriana, bringer of glory, freedom, and tranquility. Your country is one that bestows hope upon its citizens—during war, you remain determined to win in the least-painful way p
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Blissful Moments (Len X Reader)
The rising sun’s rays of morning light were streaming in steadily through the blinds of the room, gently caressing the faces of two young Vocaloids tucked soundly into the bed against the eastern wall of the room. Though there was no one awake to take notice of the surplus of sunshine. No, the room’s occupants were completely passed out.
Len Kagamine was snoring away on the large comfy bed beside the slim, (h/c)-haired form of fellow Vocaloid (Name) (Surname), buried under heaps of warm, cozy blankets. Both were exhausted from the long session of recording they had done the day before, and barely able to keep their eyes open, they had stumbled into the nearest bedroom and collapsed on the bed, curling up beside each other and falling into a lovely, deep, and undisturbed sleep.
However, as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end.
Len stirred, then stirred again as the unmistakable sounds of yelling floated in through the ajar bedroom door. Sitting up, swaying a
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Abandoned (Yuuya Kizami X Reader)
You didn’t want to be alone anymore.
It was hell here, and being stranded in the middle of a dilapidated, terrifying hallway of Heavenly Host Elementary all by yourself was not your idea of fun. But with a broken leg, how were you supposed to move? And even if your leg wasn’t shattered from the ankle up, you didn’t think you had the will to keep surviving, anyway. Your best friend from Byakudan Senior High, Tohko Kirisaki, had suddenly gone crazy and turned on you, screaming at you to leave her alone. Then she attacked you (breaking and crushing your leg in the process) and stormed off. She had abandoned you, even when she said you’d stick together no matter what.
You felt hurt. You felt nauseated. You felt betrayed. You felt angry.  
And you had a sickening feeling that the shriek of agony you just heard didn’t belong to a complete stranger.
That scream sounded familiar, and you had an awful feeling it had come from someone you knew. Even though Tohk
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Cracked Kiss (Satoshi Mochida X Yandere!Reader)
Satoshi didn’t know exactly when you went insane.
One moment, you were fine, laughing and smiling and even making jokes to keep his and Yuka’s spirits up, and the next, you were lashing out at him. He wasn’t sure what happened, but he believed the pressure and fear from the situation had finally made you crack, pushing you over the edge of sanity and sending you plunging down into the chaos of madness. Heavenly Host Elementary was certainly capable of bringing the bravest to their knees.
The three of you had been walking down the outdoor pathway that connected the two wings of Heavenly Host, and you were holding Yuka’s hand and swinging it back and forth, smiling at the younger of the Mochidas. Satoshi was on the other side of Yuka, feeling warm as he watched his two favourite girls laugh with each other. As you all neared the double doors that led to the second wing, you suddenly let out a sharp cry of pain, falling to your knees and releasing Yuka’s hand
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Red Wedding | Romano x Reader
Contest Entry for Bubblemints!
There was so much we could have done together, you and I.

Italy had been such a beautiful place to you, once upon a time.
As you gaze at the horizon on the Atlantic Ocean far away, there are so many colourful memories that dance about in that intelligent head of yours as you inhale the sweet air. Valentine’s Day in Italy today is very mild…
You remember the scenery of your lovely country Italia, with its leafy trees and swaying grasses that had surrounded your gorgeous white villa by the ocean, the thriving garden you had tended to in the backyard, vibrant sunsets and golden sunrises of the fiery sun as it had set and risen, and the sparkling and frothing of the ocean as the sun had descended below its waves to sleep. You recall the smells, sweet fragrances of the blooming flowers, fresh salty scents of the nearby ocean’s crashing waves, earthy aromas of the wet sand on the beach, and light perfumes of the candles you had
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Current Projects (Listed In Priority):

Ikanaide - A Player-Insert Take On HetaOni
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Heavenly Hell (Corpse Party x Reader)
Currently on Quotev!
150 Hetalia x Reader Theme Challenge
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Jewel of the Seven Seas (Pirate!England x Reader)
Not yet published!
Hanakotoba (Black Butler x Reader)
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Chichen Nooble Soup For The SOUL (Undertale x Reader)
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Epeolatry (Tokyo Ghoul x Reader)
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France x Reader - Sleepy Affections
If there was one thing Francis Bonnefoy loved more than the world, it definitely had to be you.
And also the fact that you were just too cute when you got drowsy.
“You don’t have to stay awake with me, mon amour,” Francis spoke, his voice so gentle you could’ve sworn it was trying to coax you to sleep. “I’ll be finished with all this paperwork soon. Get some rest before me, oui?”
“But…” A yawn broke through your voice, effectively cutting off your sentence. “…I don’t want you to be lonely…”
His heart swelled at your words, a warm smile touching his lips as he chuckled. “Me? Lonely? With someone like you by my side? _____, just knowing that you love me is enough to chase those lonely feelings away.”
“Then… having me physically at your side must chase even more of those lonely feelings away… right?” you pointed out, your voice slowed fr
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Hetalia X Reader: Moving On
    Your fingers ached and your mind continued to race through thoughts and ideas that you never truly had the time to comprehend as you wrote down all that you could remember.  Inspiration and desire bled from your fingertips as you created a world different from your own. You filled it with characters that were familiar to you, ones that taught you lessons, and comforted you during rough days.  Scenarios that you conjured up reflected circumstances in which you consider yourself a player in. Desires for a bigger life, a community, and an opportunity to share what you could create pushed you to type faster.
    Stories were consuming you.  You were consuming the stories.  It became therapeutic. If you had a rough day, you would write.  If you had a great day, you would write. Free time was translated into countless notebooks of one-paragraph scenes, character archetypes, and shaky plot-lines.
    Not all of the char
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England x Reader [One Shot]
Title: 
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Fandom: Hetalia
England x Fem!Reader
Oneshot
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Hetalia © Himaruya~ 
Fem!Reader © Me Yourself, or whoever you want.
Notes: A small, Christmas-themed oneshot for my lovies to enjoy~ Like, seriously. It's tiny. Very short. 2 minute read.
Arthur sat back, gently draping his arm across the back of the couch. His emerald eyes quietly surveyed the sight of the glowing Christmas tree and the glimmering baubles. Even the tinsel looked nice, twines of gold and silver delicately wrapped around the pine branches. Heaving out a tired sigh, he glanced briefly out of the window to watch the light snowfall that was being softly illuminated by the welcoming glow of the street lamp outside the garden. Truthfully, he was more than surprised when the first few snowflakes of Christmas had hit his nose - this was
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a welcome back...
hello everyone; it's been quite awhile...
is everyone healthy?
happy?
safe?
just want to check up on you all because life has taken an unexpected turn on me and i've been trying to cope...
i had found someone; a man who picked up the pieces of my heart, who swept me off my feet, and made me truly feel like a woman. (to all my newer watchers, i'm biologically female.)
he appreciated all of the mental issues i have and the physical as well and wanted to take things slow as i wished for it to be.
there are things too personal, too soon to mention, but him and i are no longer.
im taking the time to do things that i enjoy to truly distract myself from him; i've already cried my share of tears, vented my thoughts to my family, but i'm coping better than i would have when i was younger.
we had a mutual breakup, wanting to be friends, but needing time for ourselves before we reach out to each other again. 
but this year, this summer, i will try to be so much more active than i was and try
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(Depressed!Englandxreader) Greatest Bastard

(This is my first songfic ^^.Song lyrics are in italics while character thoughts are in italics and underlined. There may or may not be much dialogue for the sake of being more descriptive, besides 1 or 2 flashbacks, so hopefully this will have more meaning.. and the song will mostly speak for itself ..also warning there is a cutting scene!..you have been warned brave reader- enjoy .. ^^")
The staleness and grim atmosphere lingered, a trail of forlorn, as a middle aged englishman by the name of Arthur Kirkland, trudged down in his descent down a ladder, that came from the neglected, dusty attic that was centuries old, and merely rotting away. His usual captivating, bright emerald eyes were missing that playful, yet gentle shine to them, now dim and shaded over. Locks of his soft blonde hair were now in tangles, strands out of place, and his bangs fell into his eyes slightly.
Arthur's feet dragged across the wooden floor boards, the creaking, moaning
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Sebastian x Angel Reader: When He Fell
Sebastian-x- Angel Reader
:bulletblack: When He Fell :bulletblack: 

Footsteps echoed gently on the cobblestoned streets of London, marking the presence of a singular figure. It was late- close to three o’clock in the morning- and the being that currently traversed the desolate roads was nothing more than a black shadow on the bleak canvas- moving unseen and unbridled through the empire that he had come to know so well. Though England hadn’t always been his home, the Demon knew that it was undoubtedly the best place he had ever called home. There was a raw sort of power behind the gothic buildings and rising designs that made the dark entity feel right at home. There was a sorrow; a bitterness that clung to the air- and it made his senses surge in a most pleasing way.
The Demon went on his way through the empty streets unhurriedly, taking in the familiar city with calculating wine red eyes. For the first time in years there was no one that he needed to serve; no
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Massage (Roronoa Zoro X Reader)
You knew it was going to be a bad day the moment you woke up in the most uncomfortable position ever - the back of your neck resting on the bed’s wood plank, with all of your pillows tossed on the floor, your knee brushing against the wall, giving you an awful, sharp pain that unfortunately woke you up. Your entire body was sore, and every muscle you moved made you scream in pain as you sat up and rubbed the back of your head, instantly feeling your tangled ball of hair and getting frustrated.
“This is definitely not my day.” You groaned and decided to take your anger out on someone from the crew - probably Usopp or Brook. Of course after you made yourself look human again.
       You brushed your hair and let it down for the first time in forever. You brushed your teeth, slipped your favorite bikini on, shorts and flip flops and left your room behind as you walked to the deck of the Thousand Sunny only to find everyone being their usual selves; un
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i am writing this to let you all know i am definitely not dead.

also writing this to make excuses - talking to everyone and maintaining this account gives me major anxiety. don't wanna say the wrong things, offend people. takes me thirty minutes to respond to one comment because i'm overthinking my response. responding to notes is terrifying. people scare me. don't know who to trust, you know? can't see faces, don't know intentions. something that should be fun feels like work, something that should bring me joy horrifies me. 

trying to explain why i don't respond to your heartfelt comments and notes is impossible.

i read things i received back in september 2017 - makes me feel like shit for not responding. never even saw them until now. 

everything is just terrifying for me. 

motivation is hard. getting up in the morning is hard. feeling generally lethargic, hate anything and everything that has to do with being an adult. dealing with general anxiety, panic disorder, isolation, binge eating disorder, severe chronic depression, touch aversion, self-harm, intrusive thoughts, PTSD, self-loathing, so much fucking hatred of myself. hate my body, hate my body, hate my body. hate my job but need money? health issues associated with my weight, gained too much at once, so many stretch marks and scars. pressure from parents, from siblings, from family, from friends, from support staff, from professors, from employers. hate my writing. hate myself. want someone to love me, treasure me, treat me like i mean something. literally this is why i write reader inserts. it's sad. i crave affection, i just want someone to need me. pathetic.

essentially, living is a chore.

but i don't want to give up yet? it's a strange feeling.

i wanna live, but my brain tells me not to? after around twenty years, you think i'd be used to this. you think i'd be done with this.

really don't have anyone to turn to. 

just gonna keep writing. paint an ideal world in fiction, since it won't happen for me here.

love you all. love you all so much. thank you for supporting me. don't feel the need to comment or anything. i just needed to voice my thoughts, spit it out, attempt to tell you why i disappeared last year and didn't really come back until now. 

can't express how much you mean to me. thank you. and sorry for this. it's confusing. think nothing of it.

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Should you care enough to learn anything about me:

I’m a pretty damn shy person when my laptop shuts and I’m forced to deal with the real world; I’d much rather stay home and write while sipping tea or hot chocolate than go out partying. I’m a major introvert and an INTJ (assuming the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator is accurate despite the controversy surrounding it). I struggle with chronic depression, generalized anxiety and panic disorder, social anxiety, binge eating disorder, moderate body dysmorphia, touch aversion, and PTSD. I say this because I want anyone reading this, anyone out there, to understand I have experienced my own version of hell and I understand. Should you ever wish to talk about anything, I am always open for conversation.

As for interests, I adore the Arts. I’ve taken voice lessons since I was six and sing in seven languages. I’ve taken piano since I was five and guitar since I was ten. I have also taken dance classes from a young age (jazz mostly), and have attended theater workshops and acting classes since who knows when. I love to get up on stage and become someone else. In addition, drawing and painting are my passions - I never leave home without my sketchbook. I prefer the traditional media rather than digital and charcoal is my favorite. I also cannot live without books - reading is my everything and I study my favorite authors for tips on how to better my writing. I adore Rick Riordan, James Dashner, James Patterson, Stephen King, JK Rowling, and Cornelia Funke. I am a self-taught writer who aspires to become something great one day.

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Current Residence: United States of America.
Birthdate: July 13th.
Current Level of Education: pursuing Bachelor’s Degree.
Religion: baptized member of the Roman Catholic Church.
Sexuality: heterosexual.
Status: single.
Mental State: chaotic, heh.

Fandoms: Undertale, Youtubers (Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, Pewdiepie, Cryaotic, Crankgameplays, Muyskerm, David Dobrik, Dorkly, Tobygames, NateWantsToBattle, PurpleEyesWTF, DaGames, SharaXOfficial, Littlekuriboh, Chris Fleming, Earl of Bassington), D.C. and Marvel (specifically Batman), Kiznaiver, Tokyo Ghoul, Attack On Titan (and the abridged episode by TeamFourStar), Gravity Falls, Over the Garden Wall, the Seven Deadly Sins (and the Seven Deadly Schmucks), RWBY, Horror RPGs and Pixel Horrors (Ib, Witch’s House, Yume Nikki, Misao, Crooked Man, Forest of Drizzling Rain, Ao Oni, Mermaid Swamp, Hello? Hell…o?, Paranoiac, Seven Days, White Face, more), Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Maximum Ride, Eragon, the Hunger Games, Haikyuu!!, Hetalia, Fairy Tail, Black Butler (and the ReASSed abridged series), Amazing World of Gumball, Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack, Adventure Time, Hunter X Hunter (and the parody), Code Geass (and Code MENT), Free!, Another, Deltora Quest (books by Emily Rodda), Until Dawn, Percy Jackson, Legend of Zelda, Durarara!, Corpse Party (all games/OVA), Outlast/Outlast Whistleblower, Dragon Ball (all movies, Z, Kai, GT, Super), One Piece (and None Piece), Death Note, Avatar the Last Airbender, Kingdom Hearts, The Devil is a Part-Timer!, My Candy Love, Naruto, Charlotte, Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic (and the Abridged Series of Magic), Fire Emblem, Sword Art Online, Catherine (the video game), Soul Eater, Fullmetal Alchemist, Ouran Host Club, Rise of the Guardians, Vocaloid, Yu-Gi-Oh! (and YGOTAS), How To Train Your Dragon, FNAF, Diabolik Lovers, Kirby (fuck it, I love that pink puffball), Super Smash Brothers (all games), Disney, Pixar, Dreamworks, Webtoons (I Love Yoo, Unordinary, Boyfriend of the Dead, Siren’s Lament, Big Jo, Eggnoid, Super Secret, My Assassin Roommate, Let’s Play, Snailogy, Sweet Home, Rephaim, My Giant Nerd Boyfriend, Tower of God), more.

Favorite Hobbies: writing, dancing, drawing, singing, acting, reading, learning.
Favorite Subjects: literature, calculus, theology, psychology, philosophy, biology.
Favorite Colours: black, silver, red, blue.
Favorite Game/Movie Genre: anything horror, specifically psychological horror.
Favorite Songs: Heathens, Who Are You Really?, What You Know, Sun, Volatile Times, anything Fall Out Boy, Melanie Martinez, Marina and The Diamonds, or Panic! At the Disco, soundtracks of various animes, Vocaloid, Hetalia character songs.

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LIKES:

:bulletblack: God, and the peace churches and other sanctuaries give me
:bulletred: family/friends, specifically when we all get together
:bulletblack: golden retrievers, especially golden retriever pupPIES
:bulletred: anime/manga - specifically the kind that you physically can’t stop watching/reading
:bulletblack: Sans and Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Asriel, Grillby (gimme that hot ass)
:bulletred: Arthur Kirkland, Lovino and Feliciano Vargas, Antonio Carriedo (also gimme that hot ass)
:bulletblack: Ayato Kirishima, Nimura Furuta, Ken Kaneki (let me love you pls)
:bulletred: Eren Jaeger, Levi Ackerman, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun (dude his arms thicc)
:bulletblack: HEATH LEDGER’S JOKER WHY DO I FIND HIM SO FUCKING SEXY
:bulletred: Link could fuck me right now and I’d have absolutely no problem with it
:bulletblack: reading novels/novellas/short stories in little book nooks
:bulletred: food, all the food, every food
:bulletblack: Netflix, Bread Co. (IT IS DEFINITELY BREAD CO. FITE ME), and Starbucks
:bulletred: marathoning YouTube series during thunderstorms
:bulletblack: going outside to breathe deeply on a cool, breezy autumn day
:bulletblack: keyboard clicking
:bulletred: the little cracks when you break bread
:bulletblack: marshmallows, specifically gooey ones that have the taste of summer fire pits
:bulletred: sponges and slime/soap-making videos, i think it’s an addiction, help me
:bulletblack: literally every single sheet of bubble wrap is mine
:bulletred: horror stories/movies/games, gimme a good scare
:bulletblack: children with disabilities, especially Down syndrome
:bulletred: fanfiction that obeys the laws of grammar/punctuation/spelling
:bulletblack: libraries with those huge squishy bean bag chairs
:bulletred: petrichor, specifically during summer nights
:bulletblack: catching fireflies
:bulletred: ramen noodles
:bulletblack: avoiding people, going home, and sleeping
:bulletred: birthday cake ice cream
:bulletblack: character shoes clicking
:bulletred: every kind of tea out there
:bulletblack: snow that makes for good ammo
:bulletred: singing under that one hottest spotlight every theater has
:bulletblack: proud of my fluency in sarcasm
:bulletred: writing after a long stressful day
:bulletblack: YOU, YOU LITTLE SQUISHY CINNAMON ROLL YOU

DISLIKES:

:bulletpurple: unfounded hatred of any kind
:bulletyellow: not having 20-20 vision, my contacts itch fuck
:bulletpurple: bigots, sexists, racists, prejudiced idiots
:bulletyellow: people who mistreat/bully individuals with any kind of disability
:bulletpurple: STOP USING THE WORD “RETARDED” OR I WILL FUCKING FIND YOU AND S L A U G H T E R YOU
:bulletyellow: my fingernail biting habit, pretty sure I’m going to get some kind of fatal disease
:bulletpurple: milk, unless it’s chocolate (YEAH NESQUIK BUNNY GET IT YO)
:bulletyellow: grey skies and rain without thunder or lightning
:bulletpurple: I sincerely despise the sensation of chalk in my hand and I don’t know why
:bulletyellow: getting cricks in your neck while you’re sleeping literally why does this happen
:bulletpurple: when you’re having a good time and then all of a sudden you get hit by this wave of depression wtf
:bulletyellow: anyone who tells someone to kill themselves, literally go fuck yourself
:bulletpurple: abortion, euthanasia, capital punishment
:bulletyellow: people who fucking plagiarize my work please stop it’s irritating me
:bulletpurple: the anxiety attack you have when your phone’s on one percent and you can’t fucking find your charger
:bulletyellow: people who are quick to judge and don’t see the goodness in others
:bulletpurple: standing up or getting out of a pool when you’re on your period and you feel that oncoming flood, ugh
:bulletyellow: waking up in the middle of the night because of your period and feeling wet and sticky
:bulletpurple: being paranoid that your vagina smells like fish while you’re on your period lmao
:bulletyellow: growing up, I miss simpler times when I woke up to watch Spongebob and Noggin/Nick Jr.
:bulletpurple: your face hahaha why have you read so far into this
:bulletyellow: fucking mosquitos
:bulletpurple: wanting to do something in the morning, then convincing yourself it doesn’t matter when your alarm goes off
:bulletyellow: saying “Jesus Christ” as a curse
:bulletpurple: people who can’t respect different opinions
:bulletyellow: Team GrisGris when they fucked shit up in Chapter One with Seiko
:bulletpurple: fanfiction with little-to-no effort put into it, grammar is not hard, juST USE IT FFS MY EYES ARE BLEEDING
:bulletyellow: popping your back so many times it becomes an addition
:bulletpurple: popping your knuckles so many times it becomes an addition
:bulletyellow: when your back starts to hurt from too much popping
:bulletpurple: when your knuckles start to hurt from too much popping
:bulletyellow: waking up after 10:00am and feeling like you wasted your entire day
:bulletpurple: fucking Mondays
:bulletyellow: when David Tennant had his last episode
:bulletpurple: when Matt Smith had his last episode
:bulletyellow: sneezing in public and sounding like you need a goddamn exorcism
:bulletpurple: when it’s 7:30pm when you check the clock during internet fun time, then five seconds later it’s 4:00am
:bulletyellow: the stupid arguments you see in almost every YouTube video comment section
:bulletpurple: the stupid arguments you see under every belief-promoting stamp on dA
:bulletyellow: the stupid arguments you see on the internet
:bulletpurple: the stupid arguments you see everywhere
:bulletyellow: literally get over yourself


MY DA FAMILY:

:iconobscurephoenix: - deserves her own section because of how fucking great she is with her talent and kindness, love her or I end you.

:iconxxsilverterminalxx: :iconwhoviansaywhat: - actual members of my real-life family, they’re both greater people than I could ever wish to be.

:iconblueeccofan: :iconbellesrogue: - my first watcher and my online mother respectively, kept me going when no one else knew who I was or what I was doing.

:iconlifelessq: :iconazaya-sama: :iconlovinofelivargas: :iconlinksys3809: :iconakumaonii-chan: - another group of wonderful people who, although we’re not as close, I adore greatly.

:iconalphadragon02: :iconississ-perok: :icondolunaylupus: :iconsherryveramuto: :iconcrimsoncoatedrose: :iconcourt-rhys: - my closest friends with endless hugs and support, love you all.

:iconxyourhero: :iconkhmewkairi: :iconzenyachao: :iconginjaninja2d: :icondeaththewriter: :iconabsolutelymonstrous: - individuals with an insane amount of talent, go support them or I’ll actually fight you.


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And I want you all to know that I love my watchers! Please remember I adore each and every one of you for supporting me, and I’ll never hesitate if any of you need to talk! One of the reasons I joined DeviantART in the first place was to develop genuine, healthy relationships. You all mean the world to me and inspire me to continue writing! Sometimes, you’re my saving grace on a grey day. THANK YOU! <3


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xXSilveretteRoseXx Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Professional Writer
Thank you! :love:
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RoseSpectrum Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Hobbyist Digital Artist
you're welcome!
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xXSilveretteRoseXx Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Professional Writer
Thank you, love!
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HearseGurl Featured By Owner 6 days ago   Photographer
You're Welcome! :D
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xXSilveretteRoseXx Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Professional Writer
Thank you!! We're actually celebrating it today rather than yesterday, so don't worry about it!
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QuietlyWriting Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
Ah, that’s good to hear then!

Sorry for the delayed response; the internet connection has been against me these last few days. ^^;
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