And then they all died.
Blue-Eyed Matador.Characters: Spain, 2p!Fem!Romano.
Song based on Blue-eyed Matador by Voltaire. Link in description.
DISCLAIMER: I have no idea if 2p!Romano has blue eyes anyway, so lets pretend (s)he does, okay?
I stood, staring at a distant light. It was chilly, I noted, as I walked through the tunnel. Cheering could be heard from outside. The light was beginning to get closer now. I shivered, but continued my journey, closer and closer to the not-so-distant light. The wind picked up and I shivered again. The cheering was getting louder. I was upon the light now.
I entered the bull ring arena. People form all over cheered. The screaming I ignored. Was I dreaming? No, I couldn't. But that bull... I couldn't quite think. That bull seemed to be like no other I have ever fought before. He seemed... evil. Ha ha ha! I understood after studying the beast. This was the final fight. If I weren't a powerful country, I would surely die. That's it! This wasn't just an ordinary
Christmas Shoes Based on the song "The Christmas Shoes" by the artist NewSong.
I stood in line at the department store. I was trying to finish up some Christmas shopping for my Catholic friends, and my girlfriend. It was all a giant rush to get everything done before that 'holy day'. All it did was put me in a generally bad mood. People around talked about loved ones and what they did on Christmas. Since I wasn't of that faith, I didn't pay any attention. In fact, while I waited on that long line, the only thing to attract my attention was the person in front of me. He was a young boy with a medium shade of brown colored hair. He had tan skin, and when he turned I could see his olive green eyes. His clothes were not only, worn, torn, and old, but incredibly dirty. The thing that got me most was not his little boy pacing, but rather the pair of red shoes in his hands.
It finally came his time to pay, and honestly, I couldn't believe w
Daisy's Mansions: Chapter One, page seven I left town and began trudging through the sand again. Day two of this quest. Honestly, it didn't seem so tough. (Why does Mario always complain? It's not that tough. Then again, he might be tired of just always saving Peach.) I kicked some sand as the heat went up. I wiped some sweat from my forehead as fireballs began to form. Normally I have no problems with fireballs (except if they get into town), but these fireballs were getting in my way. Casually, I just walked around them. It was just that simple. I looked up at the clear blue sky. Not a single cloud in the sky, which was such a shame. Some shade would be greatly appreciated.
I walked for another half hour before becoming too exhausted to go on. I sat down and took out the Gameboy Horror. I wasn't going to contact Mom or E. Gadd, I was going to goof around with the settings. Well, not really. I just wanted to see if it had a map on it somewhere. Something useful. I turned it on and kep
I live in a pineapple under the sea... I hate my life. My only friend is named Patrick. And he's mentally retarded. All we do together is stupid shit, all day long. I'm twenty-two years old and work in the fast food chain, and I probably won't do anything else with my life. My one and only co-worker makes fun of me all day. If I were to complain to my boss, he would cut my already shit pay, mainly because he's a cheap bastard. The woman I love is a southern belle, who is a scientist. All I am to her is a practice dummy and a test monkey. I also can't leave my home town, since I don't have my drivers license. And every time I take the test, I fail. To make matters worst, I live in a pineapple under the sea.
He Used to be Great He used to be the greatest man alive. No one could compete against him, the Spanish, Germans, nor the French. Great Britain, aka Arthur Kirkland, truly was a great man indeed. He was stronger. His army was the best trained, and his navy was larger then anybody else's. His country was the strongest. Of course, he was respected by many people, small and large. Including a little American boy...
Arthur's colony America, aka Alfred F. Jones, was a small boy. He was raised by Arthur after he beat the French-man Francis Bonnefoy. He respected Arthur, looked up the the Brit, and loved him as a younger brother should. He did whatever the Brit wanted him too. Never did he want to betray him. Alfred thought that he should follow in Arthur's footsteps and grow up to be like him.
Arthur always loved Alfred. After all, he was his little brother. Arthur wanted to be one of the best older brothers there could
Daisy's Mansions: Chapter One, page six I woke up at around eight. For a minute, I had no idea where I was. Oh, right. I stopped at the Star-Fallen Inn, I thought, yawning. I got up and stretched before putting my boots and crown back on. I grabbed Poltergust and the Gameboy Horror and left the room. When I entered the foyer, there were tons of people. This place must be popular. I headed towards the food cart for some breakfast. I was sure people were giving me a sideways glance, but who cares?
I sat down with an omelet and began eating. I needed to be out of here quickly. About halfway through my omelet, the woman from last night sat across from me. "Hello there Princess. May I ask you a question?" she said. I nodded and stopped eating. "What will happen to the people of Sarasaland if you're gone and Tatanga comes back?" I thought for a moment.
"Honestly, I have no idea," I answered. The women nodded and left. I finished the om
Daisy's Mansions: Chapter One, page five I walked through the desert, towards the Mushroom Kingdom. I know that I would need to cross over into Bowser's kingdom just to get this all to end. I glanced at the ground, making sure I didn't fall into quicksand. I also happened to notice the lack of mushroom houses. What gives? I know that there should be some! This was a castle world after all. Or was it?
I needed to know whether this was a castle world, or a mansion world. So I looked at the details. The lack of Goomba's, Koopa's, Lakitu's, and other villain's was a good sign of a mansion world. Also, fireball's were trying to form, they just couldn't. Didn't Luigi and Mario once say that Luigi's Mansion gave off loads of cool air? Or was it that the mansion made the sky darker then it really was? Or was it both?
Frustrated that I couldn't remember, I kicked the sand furiously and continued walking. How could I save who ever if I didn
Daisy's Mansions: Chapter One, page four Once in my room, I ran to my closet. I grabbed a yellow sundress and orange rain boots. Looking at them, I wondered why I even had rain boots! I tore off my dress and threw the sundress on. I slipped my feet into the boots and ran back downstairs. Mom was waiting there for me, holding what I believe is the Poltergust. After all, it looked like a red vacuum backpack. Mom took my hand and lead me back to the cellar. When we arrived at the bottom, E. Gadd looked at us.
"Alright young lady, you need to learn how to fight some ghosts. Lucky for you, I always bring some training ghosts. Now, I added straps to the Poltergust because when your running around and not fighting ghosts, it would be hard to keep the Poltergust on your back," E. Gadd explained. I nodded. At least straps would mean not worrying about it slipping off my back when fighting anything, from Goomba's to ghosts.
Daisy's Mansions: Chapter One, page three Mom, E. Gadd, and I stood outside on the balcony. The spaceship landed, blowing sand into a dust storm type cloud. The giant glass dome opened, and out stepped Tatanga. I groaned and hid behind my mother. I peeked from behind Mom's back to see what was happening. Tatanga was looking around before he looked up and found the balcony. Instantly, he started towards the front doors. The guards did their best to keep him from entering. But, well.. Tatanga's a alien and the guards are Goomba's It was obvious who was going to win. Tatanga entered the castle. It wouldn't be long until he found his way to the balcony. Sand is soft enough. And jumping seems to be the best idea right now.
Instead of jumping and basically committing suicide, I ran to the edge of the balcony. My mom stood in front of me, and E. Gadd seemed to want to offer protection, though we both know he can't. Finally, the dreaded moment happened. Tatanga
Fangirls (Link x Reader)
“We’re here, _____!”
As you heard your mom mumble a few words while trying to find a place to park the car, you glanced out the window and instantly stared at the expensive building in your view. Extremely large posters that displayed numerous pictures of the Zelda panel hung off the sides of the roof as many people entered the place.
Today wasn’t really considered a “regular” day for you; it was actually quite an exciting one. Much to your surprise, a large convention nearby was getting wildly popular because they managed to get the Zelda panel to be their main event for one of the days. The team was busy all the time because they were traveling from one place to another, their schedule full almost always. Reason being, the panel was actually Link, Ganondorf, and Princess Zelda from Hyrule Warriors, with the exception of a special appearance by Toon Link from The Wind Waker. It was ultimately the most-requested at
Alley (Thug!Levi X Reader) [AU]Today, of all days, your boss had to choose for you to stay overtime at the office. He didn’t pay enough for the quality of your work, not even with overtime money, but he at least paid well enough. One day, you’d take the company over from him and you’d be the big boss, large and in charge.
Taking your usual route home, you noticed a little tabby cat mewing sadly off to the side in between two buildings. Normally, you wouldn’t stop, especially given the time – it was 11pm – but the kitten was so precious. Something about it was so familiar, you felt the need to slowly move a little closer to get a good look. It was a black and white kitten that, comically, resembled one of your favorite cartoon heroes, Batman. You chuckled at the thought, inching closer as slowly and quietly as you could, to not frighten the kitten.
You could tell that it was rather hungry. It looked awfully thin and its sad eyes looked up to you as if pleading with you for help. Yo
Germany X Sick!Reader: Ruhe Meine Liebe
Pain racked through your body. You didn't want to move at all. You were perfectly fine staying glued to your bed and not attempting any type of activity. You stared up at your ceiling, eyes unable to focus on anything. You didn't need to check your forehead to see if you were sick- you could already tell because the heat was seeping down your body. Your sheets were wet from sweat and there felt like something was rising in the back of your throat.
Your phone went off.
Looking to the side you could see your phone moving around your table from the high vibration setting you had put on it earlier. But that’s all you did. Was stare at it. Suddenly that thing in the back of your throat rose. You couldn't of gotten up any faster. You left every bit of warmth behind as you rushed to your bathroom. When you got there you dropped to your knees in front of the toilet and let it all out. W
Heroes of New York (Steve x Reader)
You were running down the hall, pieces of paper in your hands. You had promised your boss you would have your presentation ready by twelve, but because the only copy machine on your floor had broken, you had had to fix it before you could print all your flyers.
When you heard screams, you stopped running and looked around you. It wasn't until then you noticed that most of the offices were empty and people were gathered around the stairs. Instinctively you dropped all the papers and reached for the gun on your belt. There wasn’t one. You sighed, remembering you were no longer part of the Special Forces. You had left that part of your life behind. Or at least you tried to.
'What's going on?' you asked one of your colleagues. She seemed ready to cry any minute.
'New York is under attack,' your boss, David, said as he helped his employees get down the stairs.
'What do you mean?' you frowned. 'Under attack by what?'
'I... I don't know,' he mumbled. 'I don't want to know.'
The ground s
Halloween Bash (2P!Russia x Reader)After a lot urging and persuading, Ivan was throwing a Halloween Party at his manor. He invited a few people he had terrorized lately and he started planning. He didn’t really want to do it, he didn’t really see much of the point, but _______________ was the one who wanted it. He didn’t know why she needed to see other people. He was enough. They’ve been together for years and that should be enough, she didn’t need anyone else around but him!
“I know you think that Uncle,” said Dmitri, “But being cooped up in the manor all day isn’t healthy for anyone,”
“Even you,” said Nikolai. But just seeing ___________ happy was enough for him. She wanted the party to be themed with fairytales. He was still leery though. He didn’t want everyone knowing about her. It wasn’t because he was ashamed of her, he just didn’t want her to get hurt on his behalf. He had to admit, she looked happier.
Something There (Russia x Reader)
Something There (Russia x Reader)
The Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nwZEcdBMLLU :3 Hope you enjoy
You hummed to yourself and skipped into the living room where you’re found your tall, handsome boyfriend more commonly as Ivan. Many people feared Ivan and being truthful so did you but you learnt to see past his sometimes dark demeanour and creepy aura and realised that his like a gentle giant, your gentle giant.
He was currently crouching down near the fireplace trying to light the fire and was oblivious to your presence, so smiling gently too yourself you tiptoed up to him and wrapped your arms loosely around his neck causing him to jump slightly and turn his head to glare at whoever it was. His lavender eyes softened and his glare died down into a cheerful glint that shone in his eyes, he leaned forwards and gently gave you a q
Hetalia Writing Challenge: Day 7 Once upon a time, there was a cat. That cat belonged to Germany. He was Germouser. Now Germouser was a very strict kitty while his older brother was fun and awesome. Despite his meanybuttness, for some reason, Itabby was his all time BFF. One day, Germouser woke up and began to eat breakfast. But he didn't like it. Then his tummy made the rummbles that only hands would satisfy. So Germouser decided to walk around and look for food. But the lack of food made him very sleepy so he took a nap.
And then they all died.