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Nordics x Reader Our Happy Little Fami- WAIT WHAT?Nordics x Child!Reader Our Happy Little Fami- WAIT WHAT?
Note*= This is a Prologue.

You were walking with excitement in every step, you were skipping a little with how much excitement was filling through your small 5 year old body. Your older brother, Emil was taking you to the park for a special surprise that he had promised would be there. Through, you wouldn't say that you were 5 anymore, today was your birthday and Emil declared he was taking you to the park, considering he was the youngest male out of the 5 Nordics.

Just the park was in sight you ran over there, but slow enough to were Emil could keep an eye on you,

PorcelainDiane’s hand crashed hard into the porcelain as her knees hit the ground in front of her perfectly white toilet. She had over done it, she realised. She retched again and vomited into the bowl trying not to let the acrid smell fill her lungs because that smell often made her vomit again. She had been feeling rough for a couple of days but had decided to distract herself by cleaning, the kitchen was done but when it came to bleaching the bathroom the enclosed space made the cloying scent had seemed magnified somehow and it had stuck to the back of her throat until she had coughed it out. She was sick.
She was sick and she hated to be sick. She pulled the plastic toilet seat down and rested her arm on it so she could lay her cheek against her wrist. She felt the tears streaking over her hand and it tickled unpleasantly, but she was exhausted from the exertion of being so drastically unwell, so she did not move.
Eventually she knew she would have to get up. Warren would be home soon

ImmortalWarnings: None
Rating: All Ages

OMG, I LOVE YOUR VOICE U SOUND SO HOT! ;)

Why don’t you just fess up and show us what you look like?

Can I make love to your voice?

ImmortalTitle: Immortal
Rating: I don't know..
But I know there's not really any violence...
And I don't think there's swearing in it..
There's no smut in it either.. so..
Words: 936

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Have you ever thought about immortality?
Well then I can't blame you. People been thinking about it, how that they could never grow old, never worry about death.
But that's the bright part about it. But when there's an up.. There's a down.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
---Years ago---
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Turning a page with only a few fingers, the 10 year old masked boy known as Cry was under a tree, scanning each and every word.
"What are you reading about?"
Cry looked up to see his friend, Pewdie.
"Immortality." Cry simply replied.
"Cool." Pewdie said. "But I got something to show you!"
Pewdie grabbed Cry's hand as he dragged Cry away from the tree.

Blame It On September. [Male!Ukraine x Reader]I can still see you standing there
Summer tangled in your hair
First week of July
First day of my life

It’s been a day since I’ve landed here in Kiev. Today is July 1 and I’m sure I need to do something because my parents kicked me out of the house today. They wanted me to tour the countryside that was a few minute trip from my place.

All I have is my iPod, a cellphone, my camera and some money in my backpack. I leaned by the window and took a light nap.

My voice shook when I said hello
And from that word, we couldn't take it slow
I still can't believe
The way you looked at me

I opened my eyes and I was near to my destin

Hetalia X Reader Todays MenuHetalia X Reader Today’s Menu

You wheel yourself calmly down the street. As you are moving your mind starts to think about your situation. Your name is (name). You live alone in your parents’ old house. Sometimes you find it hard to believe you were living an ordinary life. But then something happened and later your doctor told you, you had a genetic disease. It would slowly destroy your body. At this point you were alone. Your parents both passed away all your friends were busy with their lives. All you had was large inheritance your parent left you. It was more than enough for you to live happily but you didn’t want that.

England X ReaderYou wander down the hall of the conference hall. You mind is a jumble, the main thing on you mind is that England is here. You’ve had a crush on him for a while. You look up and see America standing in the hall. Maybe he can help you sort out your feelings.

“America” you shout waving

America looks at you and waves back. As you make your way toward him it occurs to you that America also has feelings for England. When you stand in front of America you mind is blank.

“Is there something you wanted to talk to me about” asks America

“Ah oh it’s nothing” you stutter as you start to walk away

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Rebecca's Ransom“mmmppphhh…” Rebecca groaned into her gag. The 19-year old girl sat on a hard wooden chair…somewhere. In all honesty, she had no idea where she was. A thick scarf was tied across her eyes, keeping her in the darkness. She’s had it on when she was brought here, and she’d had it on in the two days since then. Another scarf was pulled between her teeth, muffling her whimpers. It was only removed when they fed her, twice a day, one of her captors feeding the helpless girl.
Rebecca’s arms were lashed to the arms of the chair with rope. Her feet were similarly tied to the chair legs. Each coil of rope,

Half!Dragon!King!ChinaxReader - The piece of JadeOnce upon a time, there was a little girl named <y/n>. <y/n> lived a happy life with her mother and father in a little hut next to a tree where peach blossoms would bloom every spring. She would smile and laugh and have fun, and everything was well.
But one day, <y/n>'s Mother got very sick.
One day, <y/n>'s mother called <y/n> into her room, where she lay in her bed, looking very pale.
"<y/n>, I have a special gift for you." Her mother reached under her pillow and pulled out a beautiful piece of green jade, a very important thing to nobles and wealthy people.
"Promise me, you will keep this, and never, never let it go, no matter how hard things may seem to get."
<y/n> Nodded and took the piece of jade, and fashioned it into a bracelet.
"And remember, that I love you. And I always will."
And then <y/n>'s mother died.
Soon after that, <y/n>'s father remarried, a woman

No Conductor of LightJohn had finished packing and had set his bag by the door before turning to Sherlock. The detective was sulking in his black armchair, a hair away from yelling at the telly. John walked over, blocking Sherlock’s view. Cupping the other man’s jaw tenderly, John tilted his head up until their eyes met then smiled.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” John asked yet again. “It’s only a small conference. I’m sure you would find it interesting to talk with some of my colleagues.”

“Boring,” Sherlock replied, waving a hand at John. “Besides, I have work here to do. W

With Friends Like TheseWhat is it about my choice of men? Is it something about me, the way I dress, the way I act? I mean, I’m not like Katy, who wears skirts so short they could pass for belts instead, or Denise who thinks that hot pants over tight leggings is a good idea - and with her thighs as well!

Yes, I like to wear boots - this pair in particular is one of my favourites, with the cuffs turned down to give it that special look, and yes I like to wear tight tops, but I don’t flaunt it - I think I make it look good.

And its Valentine’s Day for goodness sake, so red was the obvious colour for my outfit. A little cleavage, but now too muc

Reader x Sollux: Hanging in: part one-- defenselessHackie [ dH ] began pestering twinArmageddons [ tA ] at 07 : 56 P.M --
dH: guESS WHO GOT AN A ON THEIR REPORT~!
tA: you?
dH: biNGO!
tA: 2houldnt you be, ii dunno, not wiith that 2creen name anymore?
dH: yeAH...
tA: and drop the quiirk?
dH: i lIKE IT
tA: youre a very uniique human, ___.
dH: i'vE BEEN TOLD. *DH chuckles at Sollux, grinning sheepishly*
tA: you talk two nepeta lot, dont you?
dH: ...yeAH.
tA: ii'm not complaiiniing, ju2t a 2iimple 2ugge2tiion that you 2hould hang out wiith other people.
dH: arE YOU SUGGESTING SOMETHING?
You popped homemade deep-fried chocolate coated sugar doughnut holes into your mouth, watching the screen as the little flashy text thing blinked. Your mouth quivered and you yawned, glancing over to your electronic clock. Make that NEW HOLOGRAPHIC clock, thanks to Aradia. Best moirail? Certainly!
8:12 P.M, March 12th, 2013. School out for spring break, go back on next Tuesday, one week from now. Sl

Eric's Mom Eric was walking with Bird Bones down the sidewalk and around the street corner to his house. At lunch time, Bird Bones invited herself over, as usual, because she didn't want her parents knowing that she had spilled spaghetti on her shirt during lunch time. She told Eric she would just blame it on him if her parents asked her about it later. To this, he rolled his eyes, but deep down enjoyed the idea of future company that day.

Always lonely. So lonely. He was always home alone in his dark, two-story house. Left to do housework and survive on microwave meals and yogurt. His parents owned a business and were constantly gone to meetings in d

True Friends‘Where is France, mis amigos?’ Looking around in surprise, the other nations only shrugged, neither knowing nor caring why the French nation was missing. Frowning, Spain exited the European meeting, not really missing much, as they had been ending anyway.

Slipping into his car, Spain drove to France’s house, his frown deepening when France did not greet him when he drove up. Using the spare key given to him, Spain entered the mansion, calling out for his friend repeatedly, but receiving no answer. Opening the door to France’s room, Spain peered inside, spying France on his bed, curled into a ball, shaking slightly.

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It's Elementary!It all started on one September afternoon.

John and Sherlock had been living together for quite some time now, and the detective had gotten used to the various females that appeared around their flat now and then – John's girlfriends, ex-girlfriends, patients, relatives of patients, and basically every other girl within a half mile. However, he could sense that this time, it was something different. She didn't seem as if she was John's love interest; they seemed to be on more of a casual basis, so it could be easily assumed that they were colleagues.

“Sherlock, this is Joan...” John said, leading her into the living room t

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It was early morning when the monsters came: slaveholders of the southern lands, had come to capture her and her people.They tore her from her home while she was still asleep and threw her with others on the cage-wagon.The sun was high in the sky for the second time since they had captured her,when they came to the gates of the capital.All her people were put on display and sold like cattle, because the giants ate those of her race.A woman bought her and other ten.... and once at home the massacre began.They had been skinned alive one by one, left to agonize until everyone had suffered the same fate, then cut to pieces (she was the last one) and thrown in hot oil."Hooray, French fries!" - shouted the son of the giants who had just returned home, and the horrid feast began.

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il suo Destino

[Era mattina presto quando i mostri giunsero:schiavisti delle terre del sud,venuti a catturare lei e la sua gente.La strapparono dalla sua dimora mentre ancora dormiva e la caricarono con gli altri sul carro-gabbia.Il sole era ormai alto nel cielo per la seconda volta da quando l'avevano catturata,quando giunsero alle porte della capitale.
Tutta la sua gente fu messa in mostra e venduta come bestie,perché i giganti mangiavano quelli della sua razza. Una donna comproò lei ed altri dieci... ed una volta alla dimora il massacro cominciò.Furono scuioati vivi uno per uno,lasciati ad agonizzare finché tutti non ebbero subito la stessa sorte,poi fatti a pezzi (lei per ultima) e gettati nell'olio bollente."Evviva,Patatine fritte!"- urlò il figlio dei giganti appena rientrato a casa,e l'orrido banchetto ebbe inizio.]

I and Mr. Black Cat [link] have decided to found the Self-help Association to Detoxify from Potatoes Odd Dependence (S.A.D.- P.O.D)

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~NicoHelen 5 days ago Hobbyist Traditional Artist

me biace me biace. mi ha turbata l'aggettivo "horrid"

~ForestoFairies 5 days ago Hobbyist Writer

Oso dire che fosse necessario.
Ma non ha approfittato della versione italiana?

~NicoHelen 5 days ago Hobbyist Traditional Artist

..l'ho riletta adesso in italiano. good

~ForestoFairies 5 days ago Hobbyist Writer

infondo, come una vecchia pubblicità diceva 'two is megl' che one'

~NicoHelen 5 days ago Hobbyist Traditional Artist

massì.. che ironia del caso lo ho appena finito di mangiare D:

~ForestoFairies 5 days ago Hobbyist Writer

non lo nomini ovviamente, altrimenti è pubblicità occulta... e nella mia pagina di 'occulta' manca solo quella.

~NicoHelen 5 days ago Hobbyist Traditional Artist

ovviamente. e menomale, che non ci sia

~The-Madder Apr 3, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Macabre turned satire. Clever.

Perhaps it's your style, but I'm put off by the odd spacing of the words. Personally, it makes writing weaker, not creepier.

Overall, a smart story. Perhaps the juxtaposition could be twisted even more to make it truly funny - Honestly, I didn't even blink, never mind smile.
But that's not constructive!

.M

~ForestoFairies Apr 3, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Now my poor english ('miserable' someone could say) fails, and I have absolutely to ask you a favour:

Could you explain me what do you mean when you say:
"Perhaps it's your style, but I'm put off by the odd spacing of the words. Personally, it makes writing weaker, not creepier." ?

Are you talking about the physical space between the words?

And what could you suggest to improve the writings in this sense?

Thank you so much for your past and future constructive comments (even if you were too lazy to write 3 times 'applause'... Lol),

~The-Madder Apr 3, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

x3 is symbolism.

I mean,when you type like this.it puts me off when things are typed like this. Yes,physical typing.

Space words normally. Simple.

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