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Prince! FranceX Reader The Tale of CinerellaYou woke in a bed that very much wasn't yours.Prince! FranceX Reader The Tale of Cinerella by ~alee1997
It was just a simple little thing that was right beside a fireplace. You were in a small and modest room. It looked more like attic space or a cellar somewhere.
"What happened....?" You said to yourself as you rubbed you (e/c) eyes.
You were certainly not in your apartment, or the library. Standing up, you also noticed you were no longer in the clothes you had worn earlier, but in a ratty brown dress and white apron. "What the...?"
You went to the small window to get an idea of where you were. That's when you nearly had a heart attack. You were in a storybook village. That isnt a cute way of saying the place was a cute old fashioned town. You were in one of the freaking villages you saw in the storybooks illistrations. Complete with fancy castle in the distance.
"I'm dreaming...." You said to yourself. "I'm dreaming. I will open my eyes and be back home." You shut your eyes tight and counted to ten before you opened them again.
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Wedding Hell: Chapter 1 (2P Canada x Reader)Three Years AgoWedding Hell: Chapter 1 (2P Canada x Reader) by *Silver-KitsuneNeko
Matthew walked in and stretched. He finally tracked, took down, and beat the shit out of a poacher he’s been hunting for well over a week. He didn’t know when he would be back but it felt good to come home to someplace warm. Not to mention being greeted to his girlfriend, who was wearing his sweat shirt, eating pancakes, and watching TV with Kumajiro on her chest. She smiled when he came in.
“You’re back!” Kumajro hopped off her and trotted to him. She flung her arms around him and kissed him, “Did you catch him?” he didn’t say anything but presented her the poacher’s infamous machete.
“He’s compost now,”
“Ooh, I like this one,” she said looking at the machete.
“Keep it then, wash it first,” she went into the kitchen to clean it off. It became second nature for her to clean things like this for him. He, on the other hand, got a beer and sat on the couch. They’ve been
Shy!Nerdy!Clumsy!DenmarkxReader- Study BuddyMathias deeply sighed, his eyes half lid. Everything about ___ was just so perfect. The way her (h/c) hair swayed behind her, her (e/c) eyes shining, her beautiful smile, her perfect (s/c) skin. Even her voice was perfect. In Mathias' eyes, she was like an angel sent from heaven. He cleared his throat, clutching his books closer to him.Shy!Nerdy!Clumsy!DenmarkxReader- Study Buddy by ~AVeryWittyUsername
"Okay... breathe. Just say hi! That isn't too hard!" He said to himself. He deeply blushed and slowly walked towards ___, his blush becoming deeper and deeper. He was about to say something when he suddenly tripped over his shoelace, yelping as he fell to the ground, dropping his his books. His face erupted into a dark red blush and he scrambled to grab his books.
"Are you okay?"
Mathias flinched when he felt someone's hand against his, and slowly looked up, ___'s eyes looking into his. He blushed a dark red and dropped his books again. Realizing this, he quickly picked them up again, standing up.
"Y-Yeah! I-I'm fine!" Mathias nervously laughed.
My brother is getting on my last nerve.
I know a lot of people say that about toddlers. But I really. Really. Want to scream and break something right now. He walks around crying like someone wants to kill him. There's nothing wrong with him. He doesn't want anything. He doesn't want to watch the movies we have anymore. and I am not getting up to change DVD's twenty times when he doesn't want to watch ANYTHING. To top it all off, the little monster constantly fighting for dominance over my kindle.
He's not allowed to play with the laptop, but he can play with my tablet? Where he can download and Google or stumble upon ANYTHING. even with my mom watching him, he still managed to download crap from the app store. I know I sound like a brat for saying I don't want to share with my little brother. But I think I have legit reasoning for not wanting to give the only personal device I've ever had (besides my phone) to a toddler who still throws stuff in the toilet on occasion.
I try to grin and bear it for my mothers sake because he can be too out of control for even HER to deal. And she always praises me for my patience with him and how I handle him. Even though inside I'm having a screaming breakdown that makes me want to smash a wall. But that good patience of mine is stumbling off a very thing wire. And I'm going to have real breakdown when it falls and shatters. I can just feel it in my spidey senses.
Anyway. Sorry if you tried to endure this rant. If I can't break stuff and scream. I may as well vent in another way.