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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
Hanji's Potion - Levi x HalfKitty!Reader [Short]
"Come down now!"
"Brat, come down! You will fall!"
Levi was walking on the yard, trying to relax himself from the stress that Hanji's experiments gived to him. But in that moment... another problem that he have to deal with.
"What's happening?" Levi spoke to his squad, that was under a tree, looking up to a tree branch.
"It's (f/n)! Hanji was testing on me a potion, but (f/n) suddenly entered the room and poured over her the potion!" Eren explained, worried. Levi looked angrily at Hanji, who was apologizing herself.
"Well, you have to fix this inmediatly. In three days we will have a new expedition, so FIX IT!"
"O-okay, shorty!" Hanji smiled a little terrified. Eren sighed and looked again up. Petra and Auruo did the same, as Erd and Gunther ran to the castle, searching their 3DMG.
"Now, how is she supposed to be down here?" Petra whispered. Eren looked at Levi. Auruo 'tch-ed', and looked at Levi too. Hanji did the same, and hugged herself in search of protection. "She d
Dark!Makoto X Chunky Reader- His
She was the ideal example of what perfection was. To him, she was everything and most importantly she was his. Seeing her interact with the rest of them made him sick, they weren't worthy enough to speak to her let alone look at her.
(Your name) was his and his alone.
Makoto continued to stare from his safe spot from behind the tree at you and Nagisa as you talked and laughed together. His once friendly eyes were now glazed over with another look, a look nobody would imagine him having.
His eyes were locked onto his target: Nagisa.
Hatred boiled in the seemingly nice young man as Nagisa's arms snaked around your large, soft waist squeezing you tightly. He should be the only one to touch and hold those generously soft curves of yours. Makoto punched the rough bark of the tree as Nagisa started to lightly stroke your tummy that stuck out a little bit against the fabric of the shirt. Seeing the blush appear on your adorable face angered Makoto even more.
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
[Red x Reader] It only took one snowball
It only took one snowball
“Hey Red have you ever felt lonely?”
You held onto the fence like divider that separated the snowy forest and the cave. Some ice type pokémon were wandering around and others were scaring some trainers passing by. You smiled at their attempts to “play” with the trainers. The unsuspecting trainer didn’t expect a pokémon to walk right up to them. Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a warm hand rest on yours.
“No I haven’t” he whispered.
You looked up at him surprisingly before looking back at the forest. The last time he spoke to you was last week.
‘It’s rare to hear his voice’ you mused.
You took one more glance at the forest before turning to face Red. He was still looking at the snow covered trees, lost in thought. He was thinking about the past.
His proud eleven year old self stepped out of the cozy small house to begin a journey to become a pokémon master. I
RQ #3: Gold X Bullied Reader-His Beauty
A girl wearing big black framed glasses walked down the halls tying to ignore peoples remarks.
The girl's name was (name). Under the glasses and her clothing she was the most prettiest girl in the whole school. All the girls in the school were jealous of her beauty. They bullied her out of jealousy. After a month everyone in the school started to bully her.
(name) ignored all the remarks. She walked to her first period which was art. She was the best artist in class and the teacher loved her. Her bullies started to throw paper at her while Ms. Firestone (i don't know) was teaching everyone how to shade and crap.
Once the bell rang she ran out of class to go eat lunch until she crashed into someone which caused her fake glasses to come off and her hair to come out of the weak ponytail.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled.
"Nah it's okay," the boy replied.
The girl examined the boy. He had raven black hair and beautiful golden eyes.
"What's your name?" he asked.
Birthday- Japan x reader x China (REQUEST)
Birthday-Japan x reader x china (REQUEST)
You were at your homeroom class, lazily daydreaming, looking at the window next to you.
Tomorrow is your birthday. You can't wait for your friends to say happy birthday and give
you presents. You sighed at the thought, usually your birthday was forgotten by many of
your friends, they never even bother to say happy birthday. Even if the bad touch trio
remembered it, you might be drenched in egg yolks and flour in your hair. Just like your 14th
birthday. "Perfect" you unconsciously said quite loud for the teacher to hear. "Is there
something to say, Miss (last name)." Mr.Beilschmidt asked. "Err... Nothing, sir." You
stuttered. your thoughts popped out. "Good." Everyone in the class laughed at you except
Mr.Beilschmidt as he sighed. 'Nice going, (name). You Embarrassed yourself in the
~TIMESKIP lunch time~
You sat on one of the cafeteria's tables (not literally). "Hi kiku."
drunk!Eyeless Jack x drunk!Reader - Confessions
None of you both could feel alcohol anymore. Either you were so dizzy you couldn't feel it, or you got used to it. Despite being the middle of October, the night seemed warmer and once shiny, proud stars were replaced by unclear, blurred spinning vortex of white, blue and purple. You felt the warmth of the male next to you as you barely kept your head up straight. Jack and you were both sitting on the porch's stairs, him not having a mask on so you could perfectly see his face; ash grey, just like his face was, with black eye sockets, a pitch black liquid hidden deep inside of them. His face expression was enough said in one word: dumb. He looked dumb and retarded. Hmpf! As if you were an exception! You barely kept your body from falling, let alone that you looked as equally retarded as him. But you didn't mind. You liked his presence. Yes, he knew to be freaky sometimes. A douche and a real dork, but you liked him anyways. Hell when he walked into that room all drunk and dizzy, you fo
Zoro x Reader .:Care:.The Thousand Sunny was now landing in somewhat smoother water, its speed slowing down as it moved towards the sunset. In the horizon, the water was a pale orange mixing in with colors of the pink and yellow tinted sky. Compared to most nights, it was calming and very soothing. Sanji was almost ready to serve the fresh dinner, to the girls at least. It was peaceful on the ship! The only thing ruining it was Zoro's loud-ass snoring echoing around, probably liud enough a marine ship can hear it at this rate. He was sitting with his legs crossed and his arms behind his green hair for a fuzzy makeshift pillow. Beside him, his three swords rested untouched and even fierce looking when not being used.
Slowly, I peeked around the doorframe, looking at the swordsman in curiousity and tghen let out a gentle smile. My hair was wrapped around my finger as I spun my finger in a pattern of loops. "Hmhm, Silly Swordsman." I whispered to myself. Quickly, I went to my bedroom and retreived a ligh
Found FossilAt the southwest corner of a suburban housing development, a small untamed wood thrives, not trimmed and planned and manicured like everything around it. But it seems to hunch slightly, as if it knows its wildness is a facade, only reluctantly allowed out of some sentimental impulse, and at any second it might be chainsawed into proper order at the whim of the association.
Still, if you walked all the way to the center, where a small stream flowed in the gentle shade, you could imagine yourself miles away from civilization. That was part of the reason June came here. She was sitting cross-legged at the base of an oak, furiously sketching on a large pad. Her other charcoals rested in the hammock her skirt made across her lap, and she paid no mind to the mess it was making of the beige cotton. Her head was bowed forward, her hair framing the sketch with auburn curtains, occasionally brushed aside to let more light through. A pair of sandals sat
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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