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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
America x Reader: Manhattan
Fall of 1922, Manhattan
I loved him.
That was a fact known to the entire Island of Manhattan, (Name) loved Alfred F. Jones. It was the single truth in my life that I would always be sure of. I could forget my entire identity and if I were to simply glance upon his face, I would know. If my life were to end at this very moment, the only thing I would need to know was that Alfred was safe and happy, and I would embrace death with open arms. For I was madly in love with Alfred F. Jones, and he was in love with me.
I could see it in the way his eyes glowed when he saw me, how his hand would always twitch nervously before holding mine, how his face flushed a beautiful pink when he complimented me, how he whispered sweet nothings into my ear as I drifted off in his arms, the way he glared at any other man who dared to try to make a move on me, when he would buy a carriage to carry us through the city because he knows I miss the times when nothing but horses and carts trotted along N
Tsundere!America x Tsundere!ReaderTsundere!America x Tsundere!Reader: It does not mean I like you or anything...!
"[Name], I can see in your eyes that you totally like Alfred!" Your best friend, [Best Friend's Name] teased. "I mean, look at all your endless fights! Opposite attracts! Knowing Alfred is somewhat cheerful and you the more serious one through some points, but both of you had somethings in common like liking the same sports, and your Love and Hate attitude towards each other," she nudged. "To put it in simplicity, both of you are Tsundere for each other!"
You rolled your eyes, hearing all the chanting of [Best Friend's Name] about your attitude towards Alfred. Some of it were true, like your endless fight. But it's because he is the one who starts it. And it's the teacher's fault for making me sit beside that jerk. You grumbled in that thought. Then, when you heard that 'Love and Hate' thing, you started to protest. "What the fuck-?! No I don't! He is fucking bullshit, so why would I like him?!" You
Soul X Reader ~ Prom
Soul was currently with BlackStar and Kid in the hallway of his apartment. They were standing next to Maka's bedroom door, listening in on the conversation with the girls. Prom was in a few hours. Of course the boys were already prepared, but the girls were taking their time. Each girl got the full attention of all the others as to what to do for her hair, make up, dress, shoes, and everything in between. Currently, (Name) was sat on the bed in the skinny jeans and t-shirt she arrived in with her (style) hair hanging normally on her shoulders. She was the last one that needed to get ready. Blair was looking through the three foot high pile of dresses for her to wear.
"What kind of dress do you want, (Name)?" She asked happily.
The girl hesitated, "Something that will remind everyone that I'm actually a girl." Ever since anyone could remember, (Name's) wardrobe consisted of skinny jeans, sneakers, and t-shirts, with the occasionally
Cuba x Reader - Sleep on your own|| don’t talk
“I will always be with you.”
The air hung peacefully as earth’s sky became a darker shade of blue. Illuminated houses from windows afar shined like a million stars, some disappearing as they turned out the lights. Noises from down below in streets were mere whispers as the night hushed them to sleep in a gentle cycle. The moon was blazed down onto the sleeping city, now the only light shining on this blissful night of tranquillity. Restless bodies were snuggled in blankets like animals in hibernation, resting until winter had faded away. The unexpected sound of a suppressed cry echoed through the roads from an open window, cracking the pleasant silence but unbeknownst to the tired souls of the city to be heard.
|| oh in the strangest dreams
walking by your side
Cuba was in disarray.
Spending all his hours in the house, he kept himself locked away from the world and its beauty. He hadn’t eaten or
When we meet again. Kaoru x Reader.
“Hey Kaoru, that girl is here.” Hikaru said while looking down through the second floor classroom window. They were staring at a young girl, maybe a year younger, or in the same year, but why should they care all they wanted to do was have a little fun. They watched as the young girl waited for them to show up, particularly one, Kaoru. Her (h/l) (h/c) locks were flowing in the wind as she looked in all directions to find the one twin, but as she waited no one showed up, and she stood there with the little hope she had, keeping her hands over her heart, that soon would be broken.
“Guess we better go down there.” Kaoru told his twin. Then they both went towards the door of their classroom, and made their way down to the courtyard where the young girl waited. The twins got into place with Kaoru pretending to be Hikaru, and Hikaru waiting behind the bush for the grand surprise.
“Hello there, are you ______?” Kaoru said, as you lifted your head, realizing
Outsiders x Reader- For Ponyboy lovers
You parked in the back row of the movie drive in exhausted from a long day of school, but eager for the movie playing. You were a freshman at your new school and were very quiet. You lived right on the outskirts of where the 'greasers' typically lived and hung out. There were always many fights with them and the 'soc's', but to be honest, you never really cared who was who or why. It seemed a bit silly to single people out because they lived on a side of town. You snapped out of your thoughts as the movie screen lit up, and bounced in your seat. The film was 'Night of the Living Dead', a horror film you had been excited to see for a while. Though the movie was a little cheesy, you supposed it wasn't that bad, considering it at least had a plot, unlike those boring beach movies. The movie was going great, until you heard a ruckus going on in the front row. Some jack wagon was blowing the horn and screaming and hollering at some boys seated in the front row. "Hey!" You called, rolling do
DenmarkxReader: I. AM. BATMAN!Author's Note: Inspired by :iconwxzhenghoppytruffles: (do you know how long it takes to type your username?) and :icon05mathias06:! GO BATMAN. WELL, EVERY OTHER SUPERHERO IS AWESOME TOO...BUT BATMAN.
Enjoy~! (BTW, the you guys like how my stories are formatted? You know, like, I give an intro of inspiration or why I'm writing this and warnings, ending with the conclusion of "enjoy~!" and going on with the story, then getting on to what I thought or asking what you guys think? Is that a good format, or should I change it? COMMENT BELOW!)
Denmark x Reader
"I. AM. BATMAN!!!" your Danish boyfriend screamed at the top of his lungs and swooped down from the stairs like it was nothing. You screamed in surprise and fear as Matthias landed in front of you.
"I HAVE COME TO SAVE YOU, _________________!" he exclaimed.
He carried you off outside and threw you inside what looked like the batmobile.
"WHAT THE HELL MATTHIAS?!" you exclaimed.
He laughed at your red face of embarrassment.
Happy Birthday (Ittoki Otoya x Reader)
The gift was sitting on the edge of my desk, wrapped in white paper with a red ribbon to top it off. The box was the size of a normal ring box, though I didn’t buy Otoya a ring. I mean, wouldn’t it seem kind of weird if a girl would give a ring to her guy best friend? Well, to some people it might not be, but to me it kinda seemed that way… But I bought Otoya a new guitar pic. He liked playing guitar and constantly had to replace his pic with a new one. I just wasn’t sure if it was due to overuse or because he lost them.
I stared at his gift, contemplating on how to give it to him tomorrow, his birthday. I couldn’t think of anything good, so I decided to call up Tokiya, Otoya’s dorm-mate at his school.
“This is Ichinose,” the person answered, only after the secon
Whispers in the dark apritello ficDonnie P.O.V.
"April , you're lying . Faking . I can see in your blue eyes . You do not want to admit . But you love me . But still avoiding me . It isnot o good, your love is mine . I am here waiting for you . Ready to turn all your tears in the most beautiful roses . "
" Oh , Donnie ! I'm sorry for hurting your feelings . But there are so many things that came from. A normal life , my father , my regular body . All taken from me . Was so little time . Was so intense . Was too much for me . Is not use running away.I know , it's no use.Your love will arrest me. I'll run to your love then . Yeah, its fire is burning and consuming me ."
"April , my angel and my sweet princess. You never, never , never be alone . When you are alone and no one listens to you, do not worry . Many brands that are already part of who you are now. I 'll be waiting for you on of the torch drowned . Will light the night with stars . My whispers in your ear to guide you . I'
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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