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 ( A/n – If you haven’t yet go and read the opener >>>> demonofwrathrama.deviantart.co… This is going to be ___________ x Reader. You don’ t know what that means you’ll figure it out. > I am busy as hell so there will be days that I won’t update. > I am going to only do these on stuff I LIKE. If I don’t like the “Fandom” then it will not be on here. >This is an AU for all of them (meaning lots of characters will be OOC). >I am not the best writer so please ignore my mess ups. > ALL HOMESTUCK CHARACTERS BELONG TO ANDREW HUSSIE NOT ME! > You don’t like it then don’t read I do

cheesey: this is a request for another one of my friends on da: Imonlylittle!! hope you enjoy it~! also i don’t own hetalia or any of it charchachers~! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You hopped around your big house as you looked for your papa. you were getting tired and you wanted him to tuck you into bed. You yawned again and headed towards the family room. “Papa?” you said sleepily. no answer. you sighed and struggled up onto the big couch. you sat there for a minute before you fell asleep. ~~Time skip~~ the front door opened to let in your Papa and your uncle America. “God tha

Chimbley backed up against the wall as the boys crowed around him, some punching their fists together and they snickered at the cornered orphan who was shaking in his boots at the gang of teenagers that surrounded him, some with knives in their hands. He gave a nervous chuckle and glanced at his broom, which lay a few feet behind the gang he faced. So, no cloud of dust for him to slip away in. Damnit. "What's the matter rat? Scared?" one of them said with a laugh, getting the others to join him. Chimbley opened him mouth to say something but all the escaped was a scared squeak, this made them erupt into laughter. "He even sounds like a rat!

~The next day~ Smile's POV When I woke up (Name) was still asleep. She looked so beautiful when she slept. I left her in the room and go down stairs. As soon as I get there I start to get a familiar sent coming from outside the front door. It smells like......Jerecho? What's he doing here? I go to the front door and open it, and there he was sitting right in front of the door. "So that's what you like as a human." He complemented. I look left and right and see some of the neighbors were out. "Get inside." I said. He walked into the house and I closed the door. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "To ask if you were the one that killed Scarl

I am good. At least, that's what I believe. The Great Notch wouldn't have made me if he hadn't intended greatness to come from me, would he? Notch was my god, my creator, I lived my life to please him. I gathered dirt, stone, ores; I buried them so no mindless pigs or cows could come along and ruin my belongings. I had been planning to collect my diamond and give it all up as a joyous offering to the one who made me. But as I was walking to my caves one evening, I noticed something. A sheep walked past me senselessly. This was normal; sheep were animals, only better than pigs due to the wool they produced. But this sheep had no wool. It had

It was completely silent on the planet completely untouched by alien beings. No wind, no birds, nothing. It was enough to drive a man to madness. Suddenly, a whirring sound broke the silence as a peculiar blue box appeared. The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS, looking around for a moment. "_______!" He called "Come look at this!" You stepped out of the TARDIS as well, standing next to him. "What am I looking at exactly?" You asked "Exactly!" He responded "There's nothing here! Isn't it wonderful?" "I suppose so" you said, giggling softly. "Should we go look around further? It seems safe enough." "I don't see why not" he said, walking further

Pinkamana x reader You stared at the pink door. You could smell something sweet cooking. You open the door and walked in. The smell got stronger as you steped in the door. You walked around the room and saw that it look like a pink rainbowy little kids room. It had pink walls with a little red paint? Splatter across it. You bumped into a table and saw that there were a lot of cupcakes with pretty designs. You jumped as you heared someone humming a cheerful toon. You turned around to see a girl with long curly pink hair and beautiful eyes. She had slim figure and she was wearing black leather gloves for some reason. You stared at her and she j

"I-I brought you some flowers." Glitch sat down, trying to straighten his collar, brush a stray curl out of his eyes, and keep hold of the aforementioned bunch of flowers all at the same time, and managing none of these with any great degree of success. He'd put on his best clothes - a ceremonial uniform he'd dug out of his wardrobe - and stood in front of the mirror for almost an hour, fretting about whether or not he'd look overdressed and if she'd approve of the bearskin half-cape, which, it came to him in a sudden rush of recollection, he'd never liked anyway. In the end, he'd changed into one of his least ornamented waistcoats and an old

Lestrade had called you, John and Sherlock to his office to discuss, what he thought, was a difficult case. But after only a few minutes Sherlock solved it and told Lestrade it was obvious if only he would use his eyes. He then took your hand and guided you out of the office with John following behind. The three of you were making your way to the elevator when Sally Donovan walked over. “Ugh why are you here?” she said looking at Sherlock. “Lestrade wanted me to solve a case, seeing as you were obviously no help with it,” Sherlock said with a smirk. “Well we can’t all be psychopaths now can we? Besides y

Two Worlds...One Spirit A Great Mouse Detective Pastiche by mouselady O tiny timorous forlorn beast, O why the panic in thy breast? Thou needst not dart away in haste To some corn-rick; I'd never run and chase thee With murdering stick. I'm truly sorry man's dominion Hath broken nature's social union And justifies that ill opinion Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-bound companion And fellow mortal! ~~~~from "To A Mouse" by Robert Burns (Adapted by E. Grimes from the English translation) Part I. IT is very seldom that I myself write of my many adventures. Other than the notes I make in my case book, these event