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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
Pokeboys x Reader - Savior Start
I woke up and got ready like any other day. I took a shower and made my breakfast in my small kitchen, then going off to my living room. The apartment I lived in was small. It had a living room with a kitchen in it and then a bedroom with a bathroom to the side of that.
The living room had a couch, two chairs with a TV and book case. The TV only had cable and the books were all about different Pokémon and places in the world. Then there was the kitchen that had a fridge, sink, and stove with a few cup boards and some right across from where the rest were making a kitchen corner. To the side before going back to the bedroom was the table I usually ate supper at. My bedroom had a desk filled with my drawings of the outside world and different Pokémon. The bathroom wasn’t anything grand. It was just a toilet, shower, and sink. Like I said nothing important.
I always wondered about the outside world. The thing about this apartment was that there were no windows and I wasn
Lion's Message [America X Reader]I adjusted my wide-brimmed hat and grinned as the wind whistled past my ears. Even though I had come to Africa to participate in the conservation program held by three different charities, there wasn’t any rule or reason that told me that I wasn’t supposed to have fun.
The safari car came to a halt and I looked at the driver with a confused expression. “Why are we stopping here?”
He glanced at me apologetically and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I forgot to pick up something… But don’t worry – the station is very near here so I won’t be gone for very long.”
I was about to respond but he was already stepping off of the vehicle. I watched his figure disappear over the hill of dirt and looked down to read my conservation pamphlet when I realized it was no longer on my lap. I frantically searched my jacket pockets to see if it was in there and felt my heart sink in realization that it had probably flown away in the
Silver X Growlithe Reader Part 4
I groaned when I felt something on my bed early the next morning. I hate mornings more than Garfield the Cat. I opened my eyes to see (Name) right there. She was wagging her tail as she leaned over me as she exposed her chest. I mean come on an exposed cleavage? I’m a guy and we look there if we can. I was drawn to it but I looked in her eyes. “Morning,” I said with a slight yawn.
“Morning,” she smiled. “How’d you sleep?” She then sat down and then I propped myself up.
“Good. I guess,” I said. “How about yourself?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” she said. “I kept getting nervous.”
I sat up and rubbed my head so my hair was out of my face. “Nervous? About what?” I asked.
“Our date,” she said. “When are we going?”
“Probably around three or something. It’s only seven,” I said and yawned. I was never awake at this time. I loved to sleep in a
Amor a tus espaldas (Sonamy) Capitulo 50Amy: ¿Sabes? Esa chica era yo *suspirando* y él me lo dio en una búsqueda del tesoro con el resto de accesorios y zapatos, fue para la boda de su madre.
Señorita: *Volteando a verla* ¿En serio? ¡Oh Dios! Ya veo porque llora, es un gran detalle. Si me permite, su enamorado es muy apuesto. *Sonriendo tímidamente*
Amy: *Con voz quebrada* No es mi enamorado.
Señorita: ¿No? Pero él decía que…
Amy: Sé lo que decía, ya lo oí una vez, por favor no lo repita. *Bajando la mirada*
Señorita: Lo lamento mucho. *Sobando su brazo* El joven también compró zapatos aquí, no busco modelos, solo dijo que quería el par más costoso porque quería lo mejor para su chica. *Suspirando*
Amy: Oh… que tierno. *llorando*
Señorita: Creo que mejor cambiamos el tema. ¿Qué vestido desea?
Amy: Me da ese de ahí *Señalando un vestido rosado, corto
Play Wrestle (Kuramochi X Reader)
"Youichi!" (F/N) squealed. "Get off!"
Kuramochi currently had his girlfriend, (L/N) (F/N) pinned on the floor. She squirmed underneath him and tried to get out of his grip. The idiot just wouldn't get off of her!
Kuramochi kept his grip on the (H/C) iron solid. "Not a chance! I'm going to keep you like this for a while until you learn your lesson!" His fingers went underneath her shirt and started tickling her.
She started laughing loudly and squrimed even more underneath him. "Y-Y-Youichi! Stop! I didn't e-even do a-a-anything!"
He tickled even more and laughed. "Hyahaha! You were talking to Miyuki bastard and I don't like when you talk to that megane bastard!"
She laughed more. "Y-Youichi! H-He was just asking w-w-where you w-were!"
He pinned her on the ground. "You sure, (F/N)-chan? Or do you want more tickles?"
She shook her head and giggled. "N-no! No more, Youichi!"
He smirked and kissed her forehead. "Good girl. No more talking to Miyuki, okay?"
She stuck her tongue out at
My Last Breath Jean Tucker wasn’t one to open up to people. He preferred solitude; reading alone in the corner of the classroom, not conversing with friends at lunch, always doing things alone when they could work in groups. Very little could make Jean happy. In fact the only time he felt comforted was deep in the pages of books.
“It’s not normal,” his father would say. “He’s fifteen year old. He should be doing things with his friends, not just reading all the time.”
“Let him be,” his mother would argue apathetically. “At least he’s not rotting his brain away watching TV.”
“He’s not becoming a man either,” his father would scoff in disgust.
And thus many arguments were constantly going on within his household. But he would rather be there than at school. At least at home he wouldn’t be ridicu
Glitchy Red X Heartbreaker-Shity Cooks
Glitchy Red, who was sitting on Elizabeth's back (Heart: FUCK YOU CREATOR!), played his gameboy while Elizabeth tried to push him off.
"Why are you so fat?" Elizabeth hissed.
"I eat your cooking," Red said bluntly.
"My cooking isn't that bad!" Elizabeth yelled.
"You burned some of Lost Silver's sweater off," Red said.
"Okay, but that was a few days ago. He wanted to try my cooking so there," Elizabeth said.
"Plus bitch, you can't cook for shit!" Red yelled.
"Well, I want to see you cook," Elizabeth said.
"You know both of us can't cook for shit," Red said.
"That's true," Elizabeth said.
"So, want to go out to get food?" Red asked.
"Sure," Elizabeth said
Makoto x Shy!Reader! - My Princess Part 4
I woke up to feel a cool towel on my head. It felt so nice and relaxing. I slowly opened my eyes to see who it was. It was Makoto’s mom. We were in a different room as well. It was really plain, so it must have been a guest room. “There you are. How are you feeling, sweetie?” his mom asked with a smile.
“Where did I go?” I asked softly and nervously.
“You passed out with Makoto. He’s at school now.” She said. School? School?! I tried to get up but she laid me down. “Easy, (Name),” she said sweetly. “I already called you in, besides it’s lunch time so it’s okay. You need to rest right now. I’ll go make you some lunch, okay?” she smiled and I nodded before she left. Great I broke my promise to my parents. I guess one day wouldn’t hurt right?
After she left I sat up and checked my phone I had some text messages. “Good morning, (Name)-Chan. Did you sleep well?” “I’m sorry
Merrow me One shot 2Merrow me: Lo que más deseo en mi cumpleaños
El pequeño peliblanco no hacía más que suspirar, a pesar que hacía tiempo Kumiko le había dicho que cuando alguien suspiraba dejaba escapar algo de su felicidad, pero en ese momento no parecía importarle ni un poco aquél mito. Se sentía solo.
Llevaba años esperando una respuesta de Toshiro, y no le importaría seguir esperando, pero el gran día se aproximaba con demasiada rapidez y todo parecía indicar que se vería obligado a desistir de su amor por el joven terrícola. Todo porque el tiempo se le había acabado.
En un par de días, los pequeños príncipes alcanzarían la mayoría de edad, y como parte de la familia real, deberían presentar a sus futuros prometidos. Y Kumiko claro que podía hacerlo, pero él no, porque su humano se había pasado todos esos años negándose a sentir algo romántico por Mi
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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