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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
Jeff The Killer x Reader - The Knife Game
(y/n) – your name
You were walking in the kitchen to grab your self some grub. As you reached the refrigerator you heard Jeff stabbing the table.
“Jeff why are you stabbing the table?” you asked
“ (y/n) I’m not stabbing the table… I’m playing the knife game”
You heard of the knife game before but never really bothered to play it. It was stupid to even begin with.
“ (y/n) you wanna play?” he asked.
“ No I’m not stupid like you“ you said in a concerned way.
“ I might be stupid but at least I’m not a chicken”
Immediately after Jeff called you stupid, you began going bizarre.
“ Fine ! I’ll play your stupid little game & I’ll admit I’m not a chicken”
You grabbed the knife, put your right hand on the table, separated all your fingers so they would have spaces between them, & started the game.
Oh, I have all my fingers
The knife goes chop chop chop
If I miss the space
Alfred X Reader- 'Special Egg'
You sighed in frustration as you continued to look around your yard for this so called 'special egg'.
You were currently bent over and scurrying around the yard like a chicken looking for some feed. Your boyfriend Alfred was leaning against the giant Oak tree smiling at you the whole time.
Yes, it was Easter the time of the year for chocolate bunnies and eggs filled with sweet treats.
Alfred Jones, being the childish guy that he is decided to hide some eggs filled with candy for you to find which you did until he said there was a special egg that had to be found and that it had something important in it.
So far, you spent an hour looking for this damn egg until you spotted something colorful in the hole of the tree next to Alfred. You quickly scurried over to it and snatched it up as your glare rested on Alfred who was laughing.
"Are you serious!" Your red, flushed up face was in Alfred's as he only chuckled and patted your shoulders.
"I'm sorry babe, I couldn't resist but at least you
Bucky x Reader : : HaircutBucky x Reader
She thought he couldn't hear her. He could. He heard her every footstep as she silently approached him. She was trying to be sneaky, that much was obvious. She failed. So bad. The only reason he didn't interrupt her little 'stealth mode' was because he wanted to see how long it took before she gave up and because he found it entertaining.
She managed to get behind the couch he was lazing on. As she raised the scissors in her hand, he called out.
"Don't even thing about it."
After the failed stealth mission, (Your Name) tried a different approach. She instead wrapped her arms around his torso tightly while trying to convince (bribe) him into getting a haircut.
"Pleeeease," she begged for the utmost time.
"No." he replied in his deep husky voice. His resolve was strong, but (Your Name) felt that she could break him. It was only a matter of the right bribe.
"I'll be nice to you for the whole week."
"I'll do you
[Attack on Titan] Letting Go [LevixReader]
He always knew that after what conspired between the two of you, there was a small chance for you to find someone else to replace him as the object of your affections. He was able to convince himself that this was for the best, not just for his safety, but for yours as well.
After all, he’s a soldier and he’s seen the destructive force of love when intertwined on the battlefield.
He just didn’t want the same to happen to you.
He didn’t want you to lose him.
He didn’t want to lose you.
So his answer to you that day was:
It hurt to see your face cringe the way it did when you heard his answer, and it hurt even more when you walked out his door. But he did nothing to stop you because this was his resolve; this was his promise to you. He wanted to be able to secure your safety. He’d rather live knowing that you hated him than find your dead corpse hanging off the branch of a tree or, worse yet, in the jaws of a Titan. He’d rather
RomanoxReader - I (Love)Lovino merely stared at _______ and her boyfriend, Gilbert. He knew, from the ways she smiled at the Prussian, that her feelings for him were fake. The only problem was, she didn't have the guts to break up with him. And, it was really stressing Lovino out.
'Just leave him, ragazza. I can't fucking wait forever.' Lovino thought. He had been in love with ______ for God knows how long. And, she was either incredibly stupid, or had other things to worry about, because she ignored the obvious signs that he liked her.
With a sigh, the Italian went home. As soon as he got home, he looked at a piece of paper that he kept under his pillow. It was a song he had written around three months ago, when ______ started dating Gilbert. He was so focused on the paper in his hand, that he didn't notice his door open.
"What are you reading, fratello?" Feliciano asked. Lovino looked at his brother after jumping out of shock.
"Nothing! What do you want!?" Lovino yelled. Feliciano looked at the piece of pap
Gold x Reader x Silver. My Heroes.
There’s no looking back once I take this step on the boat. Should I stay? But there’s nothing here for me anymore. I guess I should go. Goodbye Gold, and Silver.
A slight breeze blew through my hair, and I just looked at my feet as I remember the day I met the two. Back then I only had my (Johto starter) as my only friend, however all the other kids made fun of me, or they were my fake friends, like this guy named “Damien.”
“We dare you to go in that building over there.” Damien said as he pointed at the Burnt tower in Ecruteak city.
“B-but, it has ghost pokemon. Y-you know I’m afraid of t-t-them…..”
“I guess someone is Chicken. Bock bock bock.”
“Well then go in there.”
I started to walk towards the doors of Burnt tower with them snickering behind me. I took out (Johto Starter)’s pokeball, and he
Red x Reader. Easter Egg Hunt.
“Hey Everyone! Dinner is ready!~” Blue sang at the top of her lungs.
“HEY GREEN I HEARD THAT!”
“YOU WERE MEANT TO HEAR IT!!”
Today is Easter, and all of the Pokedex holders came to your house to your house for a grand easter dinner. Your Crush Red was here, Red never said a word so you never knew if he likes you or not, but determining on the way he always looks at Yellow, its most likely a not……
“HEY ______!! What’s for Dinner!?!” Dia yelled at you from across the house.
“You know everyone’s favorites. But Dia it’s Still Lunch and we haven’t done the Easter Egg hunt.”
“YAY!~ I LOVE EASTER EGG HUNTS!~” Dia, and Blue both sang.
“she is going to give me a headache…”
“NO I’M NOT GREEN!”
“HOW WOULD YOU KNOW IT’S MY HEAD, PESKY WOMAN!”
Blue, and Green just kept Yelling at each other, so
(A/N: Yeah, so, I recently got into Hetalia, and those CountryxReader stories are awesome. So I want to do the same, and this is my first! Enjoy!)
(Name) had retired to bed early after dinner, declining her lover's offer to watch a movie before bed. It wasn't that she wanted to, she just...well...didn't feel very good. There was a pain in (Name)'s stomach, one she couldn't bare.
"Ugh..." grumbled (Name), her hand rubbing her tummy. "I had too much (Favorite meal)..."
"Ees zat so?" a voice said, starling (Name).
(Name) sat up, her eyes shifting in the darkness. The bed squeaked, and (Name) could feel someone crawling towards her.
"Francis?" she called.
"Oui," the blond man replied. "Eet ees moi."
(Name) smiled slightly, her eyes adjusting to the darkness and finally seeing her lover slipping under the covers beside her.
"Sorry we had to skip the movie because of me," (Name) said sheepishly. Her cheeks grew warm. "My stomach...I'll make it up, I promise."
Hidden Secrets ch.5Characters belong to SEGA
This story will contain sonadow so haters get the heck out!
Sonic and Tails were making there way back to the group after being forced to leave the lab like room.
"Man, that guy was a real jerk" Sonic said.
"He probably would have been nicer if you didn't provoke him so much" Tails pointed out.
"Sorry, but in my defense he started it"
"Sure Sonic, keep telling yourself that" Tails glanced over at Sonic's arm and saw the scratch that had gone unnoticed. "Whoa, Sonic when did you scratch your arm?"
"Huh?" Sonic looked down at his arm where there was a hole in his sleeve and a scratch red with a small amount of blood. "When did that get there?"
"I don't know, you probably got cut on something and didn't notice"
"Yeah, it doesn't hurt or anything so it should be fine for now" Sonic said.
"We should catch up with the others before Ms.Vanilla starts to worry"
Sonic nodded and the two hurried back to their classmates.
Robotnic set the results down on the invention li
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
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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