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OC Profile: MassachusettsName: Grace Jones aka Massachusetts.
Bio: Before the colonization and establishment of what is now known as Massachusetts the native land was mostly free and cultivated and lived on by tribesman and their families. Amongst these people was a man called Ujarak, loosely defined to mean rock, lived among the peoples in the tribes, seemingly un-aging, and helped around with anything and everything he could. He hunted and gathered much like the rest of them and was wise in the knowledge and lay of the land. He was known as the all-knowing quite often by the youngers but he always looked to the elders he respected, however, in the early 1600’s the land and its people were largely destroyed by outbreaks of disease and yet he remained unaffected, no matter his exposure to them. He always did his utmost in an attempt to help. However, 90% of the people he had always overseen were killed, the times in which these outbreaks occurred hope were bleak but tribesmen formed together to reform th
Hetalia: Just the Way You Are: 17Chapter 17
Arthur woke with Alfred jumping on his bed at seven thirty in the morning, he groaned with annoyance and pulled the quilt over his head, then threw a pillow in Alfred’s direction. Alfred decided to clamber over him and pull the cover down, Arthur buried his face in his mattress and tried to shut him out but he was having none of it. “C’mon Arthur I’ve been up ages, we should go and do something, like go outside or something. I mean you are in America for goodness sakes!” He said happily with a huge grin on his face. Arthur decided then to look at him and the corner of his lips twitched as he thought on it.
“Yeah I am aren’t I? I still can’t believe it really, it feels rather odd” He said as he turned onto his back facing the white ceiling. Alfred next to him was blushing however and couldn’t stop the few giggles that escaped him, Arthur glared at him.
“I’m sorry, your accent is just so cool and I still c
Lost To MeArthur Kirkland was readying himself for the concert, he was trying to excite himself for the main event, Francis, Gilbert and Antonio were in their own rooms getting ready as he lightly applied his own make up, giving himself dark eye liner and spraying his hair red with temporary dye. He glanced in the mirror, hoping to have achieved the desired effect, he nodded to himself and realised he looked the part. It was a huge concert to the group, they were finally making it big Arthur tried to smile at himself in the mirror but his mouth didn’t even twitch, he sighed before standing. Pulling on his tight leather clothes and clipping in his fake piercings, three on his left and four on his right ear plus a lip ring. He knew he was ready for the concert; he looked like the rock artist he had always dreamed he would be, and that’s what his fans would remain to believe.
Someone rapped on the door and his head turned to the noise. “Five minutes Kirkland” The stage hand
Time OutEveryone was born with numbers across their chest, right where their heart is supposed to be sometimes the numbers are long and will last most of their life, others are considerably shorter. When I was born mine said sixteen years, three months, four days 2 hours seventeen minutes and 35 seconds, to be exact, however apparently it had been counting down since it was formed while I was in the womb. About was six months into my gestation period my clock was formed and started to count down, seconds and minutes trailing away until the very moment when I would meet my soul mate. As I grew it was all I spoke of with my friends, when we would meet that one special person, what they would be like would they be the one we would fall in love with, or the best friend we would ever have? So many of these thoughts and ideas would circle through us, we were rosy cheeked hopeful young children, all waiting for that person to appear.
It was in my fourth year at school when our dreams about this perso
An Internet FriendAn Internet Friend
Well this isn't going to be structured
Or even any good
It won't be in anything like perfect form
Like I even could
It is just a small poem from me to you
And it really should,
Tell you that you are a very precious friend
All you've understood
You understand and listen to all of my woes
I always knew you would
My close and lovely internet friend, whom I never met
But always knew where I stood.
Hetalia: Just the Way You Are 16Chapter 16
Arthur was shoved violently as a rowdy passenger sped past him. "Watch it!" They shouted and Arthur grabbed his suitcase tighter to him, all the noise and hustle and bustle of the airport came rushing back to him, all other sounds drowned out except for the slight call of 'Arthur' in the distance. He manoeuvred slowly, trying to push past the larger adults and other passengers who were clearly used to this attitude of haste. Arthur became quickly flustered and lost track of where he was going, until his suitcase fell from his hands and he let out an indignant cry, only to fine that blue eyed beauty grinning at him.
"I got it" He said happily. Arthur gaped at him for a minute or so before holding out his hand awkwardly. Alfred just laughed loudly before pulling him into a giant hug, Arthur blushed all kinds of red before patting him on the back lightly. "I'm so glad to finally meet you in person; we gotta go find my dads!" He was shouting over the noise, a little too loudly a
Rq: Sweetness - Vampire!Eren x Reader [Modern AU!]
I held the Hershey's bar, and left the groceries shop. It was a rainy and dark day, so I ran to the park, that was two blocks near to the shop. When I got in the park, I sat on the pale grass, and started to ate the Hershey's bar. It was delicious, like ever. Oh! I forgot! I'm a sweets addict, so anything that it's sweet, I love it.
And I loved the Hershey's bar.
However, the rain was getting harder, so I standed up and walked to my house. The twon were I live is really damn small, and it's near to a forest, so I walked fast as ever. Near to a alleyway, I stopped, because I started to run, and my legs hurted. My hed was exploding, and my eyes were closing because I was tired. And then, I looked at my right side.
An alleway. It was dark, like the park, and the rain didn't helped much the sense of horror that I felt when I saw that guy. That guy. I remember it like it was yesterday.
Let me explain: usually, in that alleyway, some of my nerd clas
Latin ,eh? (LuciferxReader)Original Imagine: Look in the Description please.
Name: Latin, eh?
Character: Lucifer x Reader
Warnings: mild swearing
(Y/N) ..First Name // (N/N) ..Nickname
You narrowed your eyes a bit, staring at the small laptop-monitor in front of you in displeasure. You made a quick glance on your watch before you let out a resigned sigh and tried to focus on your work again. It was already 11pm but you had to finish your homework until tomorrow in order not to fail Latin class.
You didn't even know why you had to learn Latin…it was a dead language after all. But your teacher insisted on getting three full translated pages of ancient texts until the following day. Not that you would've had time since three weeks and just waited until the last day...
However you tried to ignore the fact that it was your own fault that you had to work through the night now. You translated two and a half pages so far, so you were o
Ticci Toby x Reader || Waffles vs. Ice Cream
___ ~ your name
You watched as the waffle lover gobbled up all the waffles in one bite.
“Fatass” you murmured under your breath.
Toby stopped eating and looked at you, managing to pull off a glare.
“Says the one who always eats ice cream in their room 24/7” he yelled.
“Hey ice cream is better than waffles!!”
“Did I just hear what I think you just said?”
You smirked at the thought of making him mad. Oh what fun could that be.
“You heard me boy, Ice Cream is better than waffles are you death or something!!?” you shouted.
Toby stood up and tackled you on the floor, managing to tickle you so you would say Waffles are better than Ice cream.
“Say it __ Say it”
“No please *laugh* I will *laugh* never”
“I guess you like it the hard way” he smirked.
He ran his fingers up to your neck and started tickling you their.
“You monster!!” you laughed.
“All you got to do is say Waffles is be
Rq: Engaged Past - Sad!Levi x Reader x Erwin
"Maybe I could save her..."
Levi was on a graveyard, looking at a certain grave. His eyes were filled with tears, and he held a bouquet of Primroses. He knelt in front of the grave, and put the flowers on it. Suddenly, the cold breeze of autumn brushed Levi's raven hair. A sigh of heart pain escaped out from his thin and pale lips. The breeze made him remember the past about the woman lying on the grave and him...
His dear, (f/n)...
*16 years before
"Hey, Levi!" A (h/c) haired girl saluted running to the bottom of the green hill. A French boy opened an eye, and sat on the grass, looking at the girl.
"Finally." He looked at the recently baked bread, holding one piece of it. "Where did you stole it?"
"The Schmidt Bakery." The girl answered, eating another piece. Then, she lyed on the floor like the French boy, and looked at the Sun, with a piece of bread on her mouth. Closing her eyes, she sighed, and ate another piece of bread. Such a boting day.
"Where are Farlan and Isabel?"
Slenderman x Reader- Through the Years
Slenderman hadn’t always been known as Slender ‘man’. When he was first created on earth he was made as a small infant which was similar to a baby with the same appearance he had today, except for his suit and tie of course.
As he grew into a seven year old, many other children would make fun of him for his strange appearance and how all his clothes never seemed to suit his needs as he grew taller with each passing day. He would often be called ‘loser’ by the other children that came across him in the forest he called his home with his older brothers. Unbeknownst to him, a small child of five years old would often watch from the shadows when other children laughed at him.
As Slender continued to grow he became more miserable with each passing year and to make him feel worse, his older brothers never seemed to notice as they were busy with their own lives. Offenderteen’s life was full with being perverted, stalking women and doing the ‘unmention
Ice Cream - Eren x Reader [PoleDancerAU!]
A.N.: People usually confuse the 'pole' like the... um... cabaret thing? But here is a sport. And it's real. There are real championships around all the world. The current Best Pole Dancer's name is Felipe Mendoza, SEARCH IT ON GOOGLE! Or in DuckDuckGo.com (?) However, enjoy the fanfiction thingy thing!
"HEYYYYYYYY!!!!" (f/n) yelled though the gym room. All the people there turned their heads around to see the (height) girl with her hands around her mouth, in a try to amplificate her shout to them:
"What happened?" Armin asked, with a worry tone. (f/n) grinned, and Connie gasped at the other side of the room: "It can't be good, man"
"NO! Connie, we have a new integrant here in the Studio!"
Gasps and emotioned dialogues started to sound all over the room. Like 'is a she or a he?', or 'in what level is that person?'
"Okay, questions can wait. Now, we have to celebrate this! He might be here in... twenty minutes? And I want to have a party here in the Studio!" (f/n) clapp
Connie X Reader My Biggest Fear...?
Exhausted, weary faces always trudged along in the humid heat of early summer. The sun would rise hot and well, casting shadows on the ground daily and early, rousing soldiers from well earned sleep as they knew summer was closing in, and heat would soon overtake them. Not much happens this season, as work is increased tenfold, and the actual urge to do anything reduced itself to a shriveled drop of nothing. Yet, some members of the Survey Corps, Garrison, and Military Police welcomed the heat with open arms. It meant that before the heat came, rain would fall, and they’d be given less chores and work. Spring was admired wholly, and was invited into every person’s arms.
But this was ridiculous.
It had been pouring rain for days straight, starting out as a soft, laughable drizzle accompanied by quiet the pitter patter of the drops hitting the ground, before it turned into a heavy, thunderous applause of rain, wind, and lightning- always greeted by an erupting chorus of groun
Pokemon Boyfriend Scenarios-His Fangirls
"KYAAAAAA!!! IT'S REEEEEED!" The fangirls screamed.
You and Red were just walking around the mall food court eating some french fries and tacos. All of a sudden you guys heard a loud screech only to see Red's fangirls. They rushed over to you trying to grab red while you just sat there taking a bite of your taco.
"STAP!" I yelled.
"Hana???" you and Red looked confused at why I was here.
"Fangirls! Red is taken by this fabulous lady," I said while pointing at you.
“NO!!!! RED IS OURS!” they hissed at me.
“I got pictures to prove Red is taken! Here’s one where they shared their first kiss~ Here’s another where they are holding hands, and here’s them feeding each other!” I screamed at them while having a nosebleed. “SPARKS USE THUNDER ON THE FANGIRLS!”
They ran away scared.
“Hana why are you here??” Red asked.
I looked at Red for a minute and wiped up my nosebleed with a napkin. “Mom told me to giv
Marco X Reader Holding in Love
They told me
When it came
It'd be quick
They were wrong
Death will come
And leave a mark
About who I'd leave
"Marco, bro. Why are you dozing off so much nowadays?" Jean asked, poking his pigeon brown haired friend. His brown eyes were trained on the thin air and a happy smile grazed his lips as his friend continued to pester him.
"Huh?" Marco dreamingly responded, his eyes snapping shut and opening quickly in succession as he attempted to come back to Earth from the place he'd been.
"I asked why are you dozing off so much nowadays?" Jean repeated his question, his eyes following a oriental girl with black hair as she sat down a table over with her friends before they fell back to Marco.
"Just... it's nothing. I'll try to stop." Marco said, his
How We MetHow We Met
It was bright, almost blinding when I first arrived in that field, the sun glaring down on me making the golden wheat shimmer. The light was so intense it made me dizzy, my eyes unfocused and uncertain; I couldn’t make sense of this new land that stood before me, bright, full of an unending opportunity of peace and prosperity, hope. I was an adventurer, having crossed vast seas in the hopes of finding something new, something amazing and here it was, I found it. When my eyes had adjusted to the brightness and I could finally see, the soft waving wheat of the large field, they whispered softly to one another as they swayed. A soft sound that resembled shushing, it was as though everything was alive. My hair messily whipped around my head and brushed into my eyes, I looked up at the sky and I swear it had never been so blue. Such an endless blue that lay before me.
The sound of the wind blowing through my ears wasn’t harsh and unyielding, but soft, almost like a so
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