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I write Prose, Fanfiction, and poetry.
I don't mind writing Slash, Yaoi, Lemons and kinks! I will write yuri I only did it once but it did not turn out so well.
Short series(3-5 chapters)-20
Medium series(6-9 chapters)-30
Long series(10+ chapters)-45
If you want yours of a extra length that means like each chapter is 1,500+ you must give an extra 5
Fandoms I write for:
Hetalia - Axis Powers
Dragon Ball Z
Card Captor Sakura
Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Yu Yu Hakusho
Prince of Tennis
Ouran High School Host Club
Detective Conan/Case Closed
D N Angel
Yami no Matsuei
No longerShe is in the cage
The rusted bars that circle around her
She that sits there silent
It not as if she can’t leave
She wishes to stay
By her beloved side
He who sit next to her
In this cage
Not even alive
Another comes to her
Ask what her purpose for being here is
“I am waiting for him to return”
Another tells her
“He has long since left you, it time to go now.”
She does not understand he has been here all along
She looks over at him but his is no longer
“your now free from this bird cage.”
She looks back at another but he too is
Anne Marie Part 3Anne Marie was excited she woke up early. She did her chores, Cleaning out the chicken pen, feeding the cows and pigs. and checked the fruit trees and checked there crops. She knew she had to please her mother today otherwise she would be in for it later. Once breakfast was made she placed it onto the plates and went to tidy herself up she went to bath and went to wake her parents.
"Mother, Father. It is time to get up." Anne Marie said as she knocked on there room door before stepping inside to open the curtains. Her father groaned as he rolled over trying to bury himself in his sheets. While her mother yawned and sat up on her bed and looked at her surprised.
"Anne Marie your up awfully early." Anne Marie's mother said confused as her daughter merrily smiled at her.
"I know. Breakfast will be done shortly so when your done bathing, It should be ready." Anne Marie said as she turned and walked out of her parents room.
"Robert, what is going on? Why is Anne Marie acting so strangely?"
Anne Marie Part 2 Anne Marie Part 2
Anne Marie was at her mother side placing the ripe Golden Apples on their stand. Somehow some way she would have to find a way to leave here mother and sign up for the grape crushing contest for tomorrow during the second day of the Harvest Festival.
She had already talked it over with her dad who was over signing old Two-Tons up for the animal contest. Rosa and her mother where setting up there little clothing boutique. On the far right was where the vegetables were being sold.
"Mother, do you think it would be alright if I go say hello to Rosa?" Anne Marie asked her mother as she placed the last apple on the case. Susan looked at her daughter before nodding her head.
"You may go but please go by Miss Jenkins place and pick up some for tonight's offerings." Susan told her daughter.
"Alright mother." Anne Marie said before she got up and went to go buy some corn for offering for tonight before she went over to Rosa and Rosa's mom Laura.
"Hello Rosa." Anne Mar
Anne Marie Part 1Anne Marie was a young peasant girl, she had short blonde hair that went down to her shoulders. She was a sweet girl, she kind and considerate to all. She did have her weird quirks though she absolutely loathed shoes, even as a child she felt restricted when wearing them so she often went around barefooted.
It was in Alma a small city in Kansas. There was not a lot of things to do there except for help on the farm, watched some of the neighbor children, and go to church on Sundays. Anne Marie lived in a family home with her mom and dad, they lived just a little ways from the town running their farm.
Her dad was a kind man that always pushed his daughter to do the right thing. His words of encouragement were all Anne ever needed after having a bad day. Her mother on the other had always made her take proper lady lesson for her to be able to wed to a nice young lad one day.
Anne Marie had many suitors form her small little town as well as the next town over, but Anne Marie thought to sav
Welcome to My LifeWelcome to My Life
It is more Fasinating than
When I wake up I hear a Teenage Dream playing in the background
It reminds me of two things
First thing is
It is time to get up
Second thing is
To kick my sister out of bed
I stumble and fall
I always find a way
This is my life
You don't understand
Your Definition of living
Differs from mine
My Definition of living is...
In my life
I like to write Fan fictions
And to play
In my Eccentric Haven
I call upon
The Heart of the cards
My life has tons of people I like
Out of all my favorite is
My Baby sister
She is as Crazy as I
She is a person of wonder
She makes me feel like a Disney Movie
Welcome to my life
It is an imagination Explosion
In my world
All you see is
And the supernatural
And the awesomeness of my Explosions
I'm like a walking imagination Bomb
My Personality is like Boom Boom Pow
Why must I Love?Why must I Love?
Why must I Love?
Your as bright as the sun
Questions from you are so dire
Why must I Love?
Random and real
Is the way you are?
Why must I Love?
Your like a poster
Plastered on every girl’s wall
Why must I Love?
Your neither arrogant or crude but maybe a tiny bit rude
Why must I Love?
Why must I Love Another….
Success and VictorySuccess and Victory
Success and Victory is like our friendship
Filled with joys and anticipation
Victory for others is like wishing for the 49ner’s to win the Super bowl last year
For us wishing is like wanting the summer never to end
Success for you is false for everyone else
None of us are Success but were not being someone you’re not
Success and Victory are bitter sweet chocolate
Success and Victory leads to bliss for us
Success and Victory for you leaves you sad and afraid
Success and Victory is what we strive for
True victory is never truly sweet
Just like my mom’s cookies
Out of my lifeLife is short and dull
To spruce things up
For a change
To be a writer to tell my tale
Without Sugar or Spice
That won’t lead to anything nice
To cry without anyone to hear
Not of Sorrow or Happiness
It’s just so that I can cry
The rode split
Flying away to neverland
To be as cheerful as
Fairy tales and life are like Fire and Ice
Total opposite but complement each other when needed the most
Life is full of rabbit holes
There waiting for us to fall inside
Don’t be a stump sitting on your rump
Get up and
Make that change
Change scares us all
I am not ready for that change
Country!EnglandxHuman!Reader: Forever and Always
"Okay, I spy with my little eye... Something red," you said, your eyes darting around the quiet street as you and Arthur walked along, hand in hand, having just gone out to dinner at your favorite restaurant. The moonlight cast an almost magical glow all around you.
"Is it... That large bouquet of roses in the flower shop over there?" Arthur guessed, pointing to said floral arrangement. You giggled.
"Yep!" you exclaimed, nodding.
"I knew it! And it's my turn now! Let's see here... I spy with my little eye... Something that is absolutely beautiful in every sense of the word," Arthur whispered, smiling and staring right at you. You blushed bright pink, knowing he was talking about you, but you decided to play dumb.
"Is it... The moon?" you asked. Arthur shook his head.
"Nope. Try again," he cooed.
Thunder (Levi x Reader) [AU]
The sound of booming thunder woke me up. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock:
I groggily dragged myself off the bed, staggered towards the window, and looked outside. Lightning flashed, illuminating the clouds with an ominous dark yellow glow. Thunder quickly followed, the sound making me feel like the earth would split into two. The crackling thunder was deafening, and it scared me.
I've always hated thunderstorms. The sound of booming and crackling and the flashy thin bolts of lightning has always made me quiver in fear. I couldn't bear to sleep while hearing those sounds without burying myself in the blankets and blocking out little of the sound with my earphones, turning up the music as loud as it can go. Well, as loud as my ears can handle.
'Hmm, might as well stay up,' I thought aloud, walking to the bedroom door with a blanket covering most of my figure.
It was late and the nightclub you had entered was jam-packed. Everywhere you looked there were people dancing to the explosive beat that pulsed from the large speakers, and drunken souls making fools of themselves. Normally, you weren't comfortable in places such as this, but tonight you had made an exception. Because tonight you had every reason to party.
From your place at the bar you could see everything that the club had to offer. From its flashing lights, to its excellent sound-system and wide variety of beverages, it was pure heaven. Well, to any hardcore clubber at least.
You sighed gently as you took another sip from your glass of water, and moved to ask the bartender for another when someone exhaled loudly right next to you. You already knew who it was before you turned to look, but it was a sad fact that you couldn't blow off your companion forever. No matter how tempting the idea might be.
Darcy Lewis stood in all
Wordsworth Between Us Snake x Reader
The chilly morning air of your small, cozy home caused the tiny hairs on your forearms to raise and goosebumps to form. “How is it so cold in here? It was nice and warm when I went to bed.” Sliding your feet into a pair of warm slippers to avoid touching your cold hard floor, you scurried to the large, covered window and pulled back the heavy curtains. Just having the sunlight shine in through the glass warmed your room considerably. “There, now. That's much better.” As you walked from room to room, pulling back the curtains and drapes, you heard a gentle knock at your front door. Not expecting any visitors, you pulled your housecoat tightly around your body and slowly cracked open the front door. “Snake, what are you doing here?”
Snake looked straight at you, as it often was, his face was almost completely devoid of any expression. “You never came to see us. Says Emily.”
Immediate guilt hit you. How could you have fo
Steve x Child! Reader Little Nightmares
Steve x Child! Reader Little Nightmares
Everything was black.
(Name) cried out in terror, petrified of her surroundings. Or lack thereof.
Everything was cold and dark and empty. Not a single person was with her. Not even her--
“DADDY!!” She gasped, running around the void as panic began to settle into her soul.
“Daddy, where are you?!” (Name) screamed, tears running down her cheeks. Sobs escaped her mouth, and she dropped, laying on the blackness in utter defeat.
“D-Daddy…please…” She whimpered, the void opening up beneath her.
And then she was falling.
(Name) awoke with a sharp gasp, fresh, hot tears racing from her eyes as she shook. Her whole body heaved as she attempted to breathe properly, images from her nightmare still etched into her mind.
“D-Daddy…” She whispered, and with stifled sobs she worked her way out of bed to the thankfully solid floor. If anyone could make her feel better, it was her Dadd
Mute!Romano x Blind!Reader - Love Communication“Love doesn't mean anything if you're not willing to make a commitment, and you have to think not only about what you want, but about what he wants. Not just now, but in the future.”
~ Nicholas Sparks, Safe Haven
“Lovino!” (Name) called and flailed her arms. She bumped into a sharp edge, and screamed out in pain. “Lovino! Where are you!?” She reached her hands out and heard footsteps in the distance. Suddenly, her back was pressed against a warm chest. She felt muscular hands snake underneath her arms. Lovino’s warm hand grabs her left hand and gently wrote on her palm with his finger.
‘I - a-m - r-i-g-h-t - h-e-r-e.’
She let out a sigh and collapsed in Lovino’s arms. (Name) always gets panic attacks when Lovino isn’t holding her hand. Why would Lovino be around a girl who can’t even see? Why would she need him out of all people? Lovino and (Name) are at all different. They both have a fault in t
'Just Be' [Jean x Tsundere!Reader] - Part 0
---'Just Be': Part 0---
Once upon a time, there lived a Princess in a beautiful Castle. After a hailstorm, she found a Blue Dove lying injured in her garden. Nursing him back to health, she kept him as a companion. The Dove came to love the Princess, and lived in a golden cage within her room.
One day, the Princess fell terribly ill. The disease was so great, that some believed that she was cursed by a Demon. The only thing that could cure her, they said, was a Magical Fruit that grew in a distant land, far beyond the reaches of mankind.
The Blue Dove overheard them. One day, when the nursemaid came to clean his cage, the Dove took flight and sped its wings out the door.
Thus the Bird began his journey, to search for the fruit that would cure his beloved Princess.
... It was a cold and snowy day.
An unpleasant draft, chill and biting, swept through the house where you lived. In the morning, you did your best to b
We Can Try Claude x Reader
“What in the world is going on here?” Uncomfortable and unable to sleep, you tossed and turned underneath the thick blankets until you realized why it was you weren't sleeping comfortably. “No, not again.” Already knowing what you would see, you opened your eyes to a dark, dusty room that was not your own. Scrambling from the bed, still in your night clothes, as you had been when you went to sleep, in your own bed, you rushed to the door an peeked outside. Judging by how quiet it was, you assumed that no one else would be awake. “This really does have to stop. It's getting ridiculous.” Just before you decided to leave the room, you noticed a set of clothes. They were perfectly placed and folded on the edge of the bed, complete with shoes and jewelry. These weren't your clothes of corse, but you knew they were meant for you to wear. Glad you wouldn't have to go out dressed indecently, you walked away from the cracked
Iceland x Reader Can I Kiss You?
It was early winter and the usually lively town was now abandoned, the sky was a groggy grey and you could feel the wind nipping at every exposed part of your body. You and Emil were walking slowly down the abandoned street not saying a word. The only sounds that occupied your ears were the two pairs of feet slapping against the cobblestone sidewalk. Occasionally one of you would break the silence and engage into a short conversation only to shortly return to silence and continuing down the street.
You and Emil were out shopping together and were now on your way back to the Nordics house. You have been good friends with the all the Nordics for a long time but out of all the Nordics you and Emil had the closest friendship. As you started getting lost in thought you felt something wet land on your nose and you looked up into the sky.
"Look Emil the first snowfall of the season". You said pointing up at the sky glancing at your handsome Icelandic friend. Emil in return follo
WallFlower's Love Chapter 4WallFlower's Love
Chapter 4: Confession
Naruto was heading to Hinata house thinking about how to ask if she liked him as much as he liked her. "Naruto." Hinata said as she ran towards him as he stood in front of her house.
They started to walk to school. Naruto was wondering how could he ask if Hinata liked him.
"Naruto are you ok you have been awfully quiet."
"Oh, I'm sorry Hinata I'm just thinking about something."
"What are you thinking about?"
"Ummm… I was thinking about, Hinata do you like me."
Hinata blushed furiously. "I-I-I.."
"Do you like me?"
"I do like you Naruto-kun."
"Thank goodness." Naruto said pulling Hinata into a hug.
"Does this mean you like me too?"
"Of course." Naruto said holding her hand tightly as they entered the school grounds. There friend saw them together and saw there expression on there face and smiled brightly at them.
"Finally!" Kiba yelled loudly as they went to congratulate Hinata and Naruto.
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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