#{I know Aph liked breaking hearts too; but she loved love too and broke hearts when hers was toyed with}

[iholli]

Hi, so you wanted to learn about the crackfic, like the entire premise of it, yes? alright, time for you to learn XD

alright so it starts out in my persona’s pov

zori’s parents vanish

their dogs are still there, that’s cool

they text sonya who is like alright ill bring you boba

SOnYA bringS THE SQUAD

“swagging it up” - aph america

so squad: elizabeth, thomas, sonya, alfred

ivan is god knows where, fun fact he comes later, and he has a housekey so he’s fine

whatever bye ivan

so everyone is chilling

and zorya is like wtf is going on

they try calling their sister

she tells them basically to fuck off and dont try again >:(

zori starts CRYING

liz, sonya, and alfred are like fuck that we are going out to get us all dinner, thomas u are now emotional support thomas aka EST

thomas: meEp

zori and thomas are chilling

where tf are they (the others)

during this, my oc jasper with his yaoi shirt

is working hard, saving pickleman and bob the builder from the russian eggs

this is important

he makes fat stacks so of course he does this as a job

um the trio fucking go to an arcade instead

thomas and zori are like what the fuck

the eggs get their plans ruined and are like call dankton we need GUNS

so t and z are going to the arcade to be like hoes wtf

alfred is crying bc he is an eagle scout, and elizabeth is making him break in

she hates modern tech but loves old arcade machines they make her very happy

old

thomas is at a red light with zori

zori’s mom spotted

she looks ANGRY

zori is like fuckin FLOOR iT

meanwhile ethan sees this, and thinks this has to do w his pickle pie so he chases them too

wtf ethan

her name is lola she was a showgirl

she’s here too

she’s at a bar

she meets my oc diego, who is like interviewing her

theyre talking, and diego realizes his uncle rico is the one who did it

HEart BROKE

and he is like lola, i will avenge your tony ily babygirl

lola: wtf ok

diego uses his tank he received from stalin on his 5th birthday

bc for some reason he was stalin’s friend at like 5 years old????????????????????????

ivan finally makes it to zori’s he’s like where is zori… why is everyone’s things here, ew.

he’s playing with the dogs its fine

aph prussia is friends w dankton

he does the worm

and dankton holds high ranking mob members of different mafias do it with him

bc he Will CRY

rico pisses off dankton for the last time

dankton helps out diego by tying him in his house and let’s his hoes get whatever they need

rico’s hoes love aph prussia they think he’s a delight

they even make him a pie

jas and zori and zori’s friends meet up

zori wants mcdonalds

jas says sure

FUCKING teleports them back to their house, fuck you jasper

zori is not happy

ludwig, kiku, and feliciano somehow appear

but jasper tells them about pickleman

feliciano is very upset

he invites them to the wedding

theyre fuckin GOnE

but zori is like ummmmm bigger issue

thomas, liz, sonya, and alfred were kidnapped by the russian eggs

end of book 1

book 2: i dont remember what happened bc it got cut short bc i got it wet, but sonya and liz killed 2 of the eggs. book 2 is stapled together and treated like a mini-sode

book 3:

SWAGBERT IS HERE, and he is from a different timeline entirely, he was actually different timeline zori’s bff

gilbert killed him in that timeline bc he was ugly and Ivan was like he looks just like you??

At that zori’s fuckin weddin!

oh and in his alt timeline zori and ivan hated each other like full on were out for BLOOD but were getting married????

so he hasn’t seen this timeline’s zori yet but hes going to be le epic shocked

he’s crying at walmart bc swagsville has been destroyed

:((

bob the builder is a lying hoe

liz, thomas, alfred, and sonya escape the eggs

TOOK THEM (the eggs) HOSTAGE

zori is like what the fuck get that shit out of my house

ethan asks dankton to ask gilbert to do the worm at his wedding this weekend

gil gets so excited he starts to do the worm until lil rizzle and lil skibidi show up

Alfred wants to be a YouTuber Sonya agrees everyone else hates it.

and thats where im currently at.

this is just the basic outline. merry crisis.

what just happened

[softyandereblog]

Hers (Yandere!Aphmau x reader)(MCD)

Aphmau hated the way she was always placed in the spotlight, she despised how no matter what seemed to happen, there she was, Irene, the pinnacle of good, a being to worship. Aphmau was naive at first, she knew that, but now that she was older, more experienced, she remembered Garroth and Laurence and how they looked at her, as if expecting something, as if expecting her to care.

But Aphmau felt detatched. She hadn't tried to be, she tried to be good, to work for the village, to be good, but they all looked to her for guidance, for her to fulfill all their wishes. But, Aphmau wasn't Irene. Not really. She held no memory of the divine warriors, no love for them. She wasn't Irene, but who would listen to such a statement? Aphmau had performed miracles, she had to be the Matron.

Aphmau liked spending time with her sons. They were her sons, not Irenes. They never looked at her that way, as if she wasn't human. They bore the same burden, Levin taking up the mantle of the lord of the village, and Malachi being as inhuman as they come, young, yet so painfully old. Malachi didn't expect anything at all. Aphmau thought he should. She found him, helped him, and he still was happy with whatever she did, and she was grateful.

The tree of the village helped as well, she mused. It was so tall, a reminder of Irene, something to keep them busy.

"Aph!" The woman turned around, her eyes settling on the person who called out her name, warm and welcoming, and Aphmaus heart swelled.

You.

Oh, Irene, it was you. Aphmau felt her face break out into a large grin, bringing herself to her feet.

With the world and it's annoying, stubborn, greed, you weren't tainted. Even with Okhasis, even with Shad, you were still pure, still perfect. This was all for you.

Putting up with her lack of memories, putting up with the guards and men who seemed so keen on courting her, Aphmau would shoulder it all if it meant you would be safe.

In a way, Garroth and Laurence being transfixed on her was a blessing, after all, as long as it wasn't you. They couldn't have you, and Aphmau was so glad that she had you to herself.

You rushed over to her, pulling her into a hug, and Aphmau wrapped her arms around you, burying herself in your chest. You smiled into her hair, and Aphmau breathed your scent in deeply.

Irene, this was all worth it, wasn't it?

"(Y/N), hello love." You pulled back, and Aphmau longed to force you back into her arms, but the smile that broke out on your face was worth more than the warmth of your arms.

She made you happy. Aphmau. Not Irene, not any divine warrior, not some deity worshipped to the point of sickness.

Aphmau.

She was all you needed.

"I missed you, you know," You laughed, cupping her face with your hands, and she closed her eyes, relishing in the feeling.

"I know, lovely, I wish I could be here always."

You kissed her cheek, and she held your hand in hers, calloused from the sword she weld as the Matron.

"I love you, you know that, right?" Aphmau felt her entire body encompassed by the warmth your words held.

You were so good, so wonderful.

"I love you too, (Y/N)," She whispered to you, voice hoarse with longing, with emotion. "more than anything..."

You had to stay here, in the tree, away from evwrything else. Aphmau knew first hand the cruel ways of the world, she knew how destructive it could be, how her enemies might hurt you if they knew.

You had to stay here. She can't let you see her give in to Irenes chants for justice.

She has to purge the world of evil.

For you.

[noncanon-mcd-stories]

River Reaper Chapter 1

@ohbeetles asked for a garmau fic with requited love and, uh, yeah, looks like there’s a new AU on this blog. Introducing Flowerfell AU, and if you know what Flowerfell is, then you know what a rollercoaster of a ride this fic is gonna be. If you don’t, well, you’re about to find out. :)

Alternatively: This fic is inspired by Shy Siesta’s cover of Secret Garden 

(Next time you might wanna specify if you want fluff or angst)

tw for character death

Ru'aun had a mountain, cursed for generations. They say those who climbed it never returned. A thousand years ago, The Matron Irene had climbed it and since then, magic has laid heavily upon the soil, making the trees bloom eternally. 

Every year, someone was chosen to be casted into the mountain, and every year, the magic around the area grew, though not even the best Spellcasters could understand why. 

So when Aphmau woke up with her back hurting her and cheek and arms throbbing, she instantly knew what happened: she was thrown into Mount Ebbot for the magic to consume. With her hands still bound, she forced herself to stand and shuffle into the other room, where… A ghostly child was crying in the corner? 

“Are you ok?” She asked, making him jolt and look up at her in panic. “Hey, it’s ok! It’s just me…" 

"Another one?” He whispered, sounding tired, horrified and angry. “They just won’t stop will they? The others can barely survive down here as it is!” Blinking at the boy, her heart broke a little and she knelt down in front of him. “You’re… not scared of me?”

“How could I ever be afraid of a cutie like you?” she asked, smiling and tilted her head before holding out a hand. “I’m Aphmau, who are you?”

“I-I’m Malachi… you really are different from the others, aren’t you?” The woman looked at him, hand falling to her side once she realized he wasn’t going to shake it. “Some of the others, they try to attack everyone they see.”

“Some people aren’t very willing to be sacrificed,” she mumbled, head throbbing again. “I’m in Ebbot, right? The rumors about the Magic of the Mountain eating people, that’s false, right?”

The ghost looked hesitant before shrugging. “I’ve been down here for almost a thousand years and I don’t even know where everyone went. All I know is that if the Shadow Knights find you, they’ll take your soul and try to break the barrier with it. They need seven, but only have six, and it has to be a fresh sacrifice.”

————– 

She met a kind man, Corey, who was there one second, gone the next when she talked him through a fight he apparently had with his wife. It wasn’t until she had gotten into a fight with Malachi about grabbing a lost knife for protection that Aphmau realized that the boy was afraid and shaking so badly it was a miracle he didn’t phase from the physical plane.

After some prodding, he told her of Zoey, and how one day, there was a potions accident that resurrect him for only a short time. His second death (the first one having been from the fall) had been a major part of the caretaker slipping into insanity, and walking around unarmed was asking for death.

So after a few minutes, she tucked the dull blade into her belt and smiled kindly at the ghost. “I guess it’s a good thing I don’t plan on going anywhere just yet then, huh?”

————– 

Zoey was a blonde elf that had been the first sacrifice. The years of solitude, of having to watch the ruins for newcomers, it made her mad. Had she been lucid for even a second, she’d be horrified by how she was treating those who still resided in the ruins for some odd reason.

The two had only met because she and Malachi had gotten separated while she was buying food. When she had turned around, the elf was looking at her with wide eyes, her unfocused gaze on her telling the woman that she was seeing something else.

“Irene...?” the elf whispered, making Aphmau and the few people in the room take a fearful step back.

“N-No,” she stuttered out. “I’m Aphmau.” the elf frowned before letting out a knowing noise.

“The newest sacrifice. You’re very welcome to stay with me.” the elf’s deranged grin had Aph shying back. The elf turned around and walked away, but even after she left their sights, the small market area was still dead silent. Feeling too many eyes on her, Aphmau turned around and ran outside of the room, not watching where she was running and ended up going straight through Malachi-

-death, burning, screams of everyone she ever loved filled the air as blood red eyes smirked down at her, a familiar staff in hand-

“-mau!” Blinking, she shook her head and saw Malachi floating in front of her with a worried look on his face. “Oh, Aphmau, thank the matron you’re alright! I was so worried when you touched me; not many people can snap out of their Nightmare like that.”

“Their nightmare…?” she whispered, voice unable to grow any louder.

“Nightmare, y’know, like your worst fear? I-it’s my magic, the reason why I was given to the mountain. No one could touch me, so they decided I would be the best option…” Something was squeezing her heart painfully, and she felt something resolve in her.

“Then they were idiots, all of them,” she said firmly. “Magic or not, dead or not, you are an amazing kid, and they were blind not to see it.” the boy blushed and turned away, no where near fast enough to hide his tears.

————– 

Aphmau stared at the pie in front of her, unsure if she should eat it or not. Around her neck, the pendant Malachi possessed glowed dimly, a thin warmth over her skin, reassuring her that he was still there. Apparently Zoey didn’t like seeing him and forbade him from entering the house, she they had came up with the plan of him possessing the small heart shaped ruby necklace she had found in her pocket.

“Aren’t you hungry?” Zoey asked, having gotten something different to eat, claiming to not feel all that well enough to stomach pie. Aphmau hesitated before taking a small bite, the flavors clashing in such a way it… almost tasted wrong. Forcing herself to swallow, she gave the elf a grimacing smile.

“What’s, ah, in this?” she asked, poking a bit at the food inside.

“Oh, to get everything tasting right, I use a fire res potion!” she said this with a smile, but when Aphmau tried to smile back, the world blurred a little and her ears rang. The pendant grew brighter, flashing urgently. She tried to swallow, but her throat felt as if it was closing and as her head rolled back against the chair, the elf suddenly let out a deranged giggle. “Oh, silly me, I completely forgot! Fire res potions are poisonous to humans, hehe~!”

————–

Aphmau jolted awake with the smell of golden flowers invading her nose. Slowly sitting up, she barely had a chance to realize what happened when Malachi flew in front of her, looking at her in awe… and worry. “What was that…?” she whispered, and the ghost looked at her sadly.

“You’re a magic user.” he answered. “This is bad. The mountain’s magic, it’s barrier, it doesn’t react well to outsiders already having magic.”

Aphmau blinked. “I can’t be the first one to have had this happen.” At the boy’s nod, her stomach twisted into a knot. “What happened to the others?”

“You have a flower, just above your ear,” At the boy’s words, she reached up and felt one of the golden flowers she had landed on mixed in her hair. When she went to pull it out, however, it felt as if someone was tugging at her skin, horror welding up in her a second later. "Do you need help getting it out?"

"No!" She yelled, scrambling back. "Malachi, it-it's attached! To my skull! Is this what happened to the others? Did they just randomly started having flowers grow on them?!"

"N-no," the boys voice shook and her eyes snapped open, horrified even more at his scared expression. "They just got sick. But your magic, with how it rewinds time… I think this is it's way of fighting back."

————–

Aphmau avoided eating the poisoned food Zoey had, instead claiming to have a stomach ache and went to her borrowed room to lay down. She hadn't planned on actually falling asleep, but the warmth that the blankets gave settled a chill she hadn't realized she had and sent her fast into sleep.

She woke up in the bed of flowers and Malachi crying above her. 

Another flower had sprouted, slightly bigger and a few inches away from the first one.

————–

She woke up on the flower bed seven more times due to Zoey, six due to the others in the ruins and three times due to her own clumsiness. By round 20, she had accidentally lashed out at one of the inhabitants and watched in an awed horror as they crumbled to dust.

She gained a flower when she purposefully rewound time.

"Why did he crumble to dust?" She asked as her and Malachi wandered down the hall.

"Some of the people here are almost a thousand years old. The mountain's magic makes it to where once you live here, you don't age, but your body gets weaker as if you do. Poor guy was probably one of the first ones down here."

His words did nothing to settle her guilt as she pointedly kept her eyes away from the heckler.

Malachi didn't say anything as she purposefully avoided the mini-market for those next four goes.

————–

Finally, with 28 flowers beside her right ear and cheek, Aphmau found herself in front of a giant red and black door, a familiar rune painted on it.

"Please," she said to the angry elf. "Please let me leave!"

"You don't know anything about what's outside these doors! I refuse to let another person go walking to their death!" She snarled, and there was a surge of magic as fire was summoned into her hands. "If you want to get through, you'll have to kill me!"

No. Aphmau thought instantly, not realizing she had said it aloud until the elf faltered. "No more death." She continued, still in a cold tone that warmed as she spoke again. "No more death. Sometimes, you'll find that kindness is enough." 

The elf shook, a sad look in her eyes. "You'll be killed," she whispered.

"Maybe so, but it's happened before," she motioned to the flowers with a rueful grin. "I'm not afraid of dying. Please, let me see what's beyond the doors."

The elf hesitated before her eyes hardened. "No, I cannot allow you to leave. Not with the Shadow Knights roaming freely."

Shadow Knights? Aphmau thought, but was quickly forced to forget it as she yelled and jumped to the side, barely avoiding fire to her face. This continued, the woman barely dodging as the elf, tears slowly starting to stream down her face, continued to throw fireball after fireball.

"Why won't you fight back?!" The blonde sobbed as the woman fell to the ground to avoid another shot to the face, and when she looked up, the elf was on her knees, crying into her hands. "Why don't you fight…?"

"Because," she said, her voice low and hoarse. "I was raised to always be kind and to know when to pick your fights. I will never fight you, Zoey. I think that, perhaps those who are loneliest in the world are the kindest… what happened? What made you so mad?"

"I lost my sons," she whispered. "My children, my little Levin and Malachi. I couldn't save them… but I can save you."

"Loneliness takes a lot out of someone. I know how it feels, thinking there's no one in the world who hears or sees you and your suffering. But there is; there always is. I can't promise you that I will always be safe, but I will do my best. You can't keep me here forever Zoey."

"I suppose the ruins are quite small once you get used to them," the elf half laughed, looking up and slowly wiping the tears off her face. "If you do choose to leave… I have one request."

"Of course," she nodded, ready to hear it.

"Please, never return."

Well wasn't that a punch to the gut? Granted, she didn't know Zoey or the people here that well, the fact that she was even asked it… swallowing, the human slowly nodded. "I-I see… I suppose, then… this is goodbye."

"Farewell, and beware of the king called Zvhal. He will not hesitate to kill you if it means being free from his Shadow Knight bond."

Taking in the blonde's words, they tentatively hugged one another before the human turned towards the doors and slowly stepped out into a bone chilling blizzard.

[prucanusuk]

The Seven Deadly Sins [2/9]

Chapter 2: Gluttony

Wicketly wakety splickety I ACTUALLY UPLOADED ANOTHER CHAPTER FOR THIS? INSTEAD OF JUST HIATUSING THE STORY INDEFINETELY?

Yep, another chapter, just for everyone! I want to thank aph-fedya and everyone else who liked my first chapter, for you all inspired me to write another chapter! Thank you so much!

Enough about me, though! On with the story!

Alfred loved to eat.

Anyone who hung out with him for even a fraction of a second could see that; he shoved hamburgers down his throat as fast as he could swallow and always capped it off with a large soda.

It was a miracle he as fit as he was with all that junk food he ate.

However, María knew something that many people did not.

Le encantaba la comida hecha a mano.

Alfred was a sucker for that "made-from-the-heart" stuff, loving that someone went through the effort to make him something to eat, never thinking he deserved something so nice.

Claro que lo mereces, tonto. Tu mereces el mundo.

María sighed softly as Alfred laughed when the goalie, un chico llamado Gilbert, made another joke, barely brushing her side and letting his boyish sunlight radiate in front of her.

Tan cerca, pero tan lejos.

"п-пожалуйста…"

Her soft smile suddenly turned jaded when he showed up.

Siempre tienes que aruinar el momento, imbécil.

"И- Извините, I-I mean s-sorry!" the colossal bear of a man apologized, blushing a color so red her Papá's tomates would be put to shame.

"M-May I sit with?" el monstruo said, biting his lip so hard María was surprised he didn't draw blood.

A pregnant pause washed over the table, as they were all unsure as to what to do. While they didn't want to outright shun Mr. Creepy, they were not at all appealed to the idea of him being anywhere near them.

"Si!" María muttered to herself as Gilbert opened his mouth, "Has que el maricón se vaya de aquí!"

Suddenly, Alfred laughed joyfully, making everyone stop and turn to him.

"V-Vany-I mean Ivan," Alfred quickly corrected, still chortling into his soda.

"What a dumb question!"

La cara del tarado made him look as though he was going to kill them all.

"Alfred!" Gilbert hissed as he slowly inched away from the madman and the seemingly mad man.

"What were you thinking?"

However, Alfred was soon jumping over the table in a fell swoop, subtly brushing fingers so only someone who was truly paying attention would notice.

Maldita sea.

Maria silently cursed in her head as Alfred looked at him with those huge, soft, hurt eyes that only she should have been able to see.

"No, Ivan," Alfred cooed softly, looking like a kicked puppy, "I didn't mean it like that, please don't cry."

Llorar? Que llorar, el nos va a matar en un minuto! Sálvate Alfred!

However, everyone was shocked as the death aura that surrounded their maker dimmed down and was replaced by a sad look.

"What did Alfred," he struggled to not say his pet name, que solo ella, solo ella, tenia el derecho de llamarle con un nombre como ese, "mean by hurtful words?"

"I meant," Alfred started, looking at his shoes como un perro malo, "that you should never have to ask. You are always welcome to sit with us."

"д-да?" he questioned, a truly ghastly smile breaking over his face, threatening to devour anyone within distance.

"Of course!" Alfred proclaimed, smiling brightly at him instead of her. "As long as I'm here, you'll always have a place to sit in this joint!"

There was another silence settling over the table as Alfred and he looked at each other with loving eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

Creo que voy a vomitar.

Thankfully, Gilbert broke the silence with a forced laugh, sweating bullets.

"Hey, Alfred, in case you haven't noticed, there isn't any space for, uh…"

"Ivan," Alfred said, looking annoyed at his teammate, "His name is Ivan."

"Right. There isn't any place for Ivan to sit here. We're all full."

Alfred thought for a moment and quickly snapped his fingers.

"He can sit at my place!"

Everyone stared as Alfred quickly threw away his wrappers and cleared his spot for his "friend".

María's eyebrow started twitching as he saw him getting his spot all cleaned up for su amor, su precioso perfecto Ivan.

"There! Now you can sit here, big guy!" Alfred cheerily said, tugging him closer to sit in his spot.

"н-нет," he stuttered, blushing at Alfred's actions, "This not necessary…"

"P'shaw, it ain't nothing big," Alfred drawled, smiling charmingly at a blushing Ivan.

"Anything for you, Ivan."

María saw red, and her smile was getting harder to maintain. La forma que dijo su nombre, como si era la única persona en el mundo para el, la hizo sentir furia como nunca lo había sentido.

"С-Спасибо," he stuttered, looking down at his feet.

"Вы очень добры."

As Alfred subtly blushed and smiled at whatever he said, María lost her last vestiges of patience.

"Me voy al baño," she said brusquely, getting up and leaving quickly before anyone saw her explode.

Fue tiempo a poner Plan: Siete Pecados Mortales en acción.

María gingerly sprinkled the last of the queso she grated on Alfred's chalupa.

Esto va ser magnifico.

María could just picture it now, Alfred realizing through probando su comida Mejicana how wrong he was in choosing him. He would soon grow tired and resentful of not having enough of her cooking, and when she hints at cooking for him every day, he would realize that Ivan was not enough to keep him satisfied, no como ella y su comida deliciosa.

La forma para entrar en el corazón de un hombre es por su estomago, no?

María smiled brightly as she put only a hint of Pico de Gallo in Alfred's chalupa and put the rest in hers.

Ella aprendió su lección de la ultima vez.

El hecho es que esto no es la primera vez que María trato de hacer comida para Alfred.

Two years ago, she made him some Carne Asada on Cinco de Mayo, claiming it was to help celebrate her culture.

Si, claro.

Alfred bought it, hook, line, and sinker, however, and happily thanked her as he chowed down on the meat.

María finally thought she won him over until something unexpected happened.

"W-Wow...this is really spicy!" Alfred said, sweating up a storm, trying his hardest to smile.

Mierda.

María's eyes widened as she saw Alfred race out of the cafeteria, some of the soccer members laughing as he ran towards the water fountain.

Eso…no fue como ella había planeado.

María winced, none too pleased about remembering that little incident.

That's why she came prepared, however, putting less spice in his and carefully labeling the foil it was wrapped in with an A so nobody would touch it.

"Mi hijita, estas lista para ir a la escuela?"

"Casi, Papá!" María shouted out, quickly leaving the kitchen to get her books ready, forgetting to put the chalupa in her lunch bag.

However, when she left, her Papi walked into the kitchen and saw something edible wrapped in foil, the letter A standing out like a sore thumb.

"Oi, bastard!" Lovino yelled out, "You nearly left your lunch here!"

"Aww, is my Lovi worried about me not eating? So sweet~" Antonio cooed as he snuck behind Lovino and gave him a hug.

"Get your hands off me, bastard!" Lovino yelled as he tried to elbow Antonio in the face.

Antonio, however, held on and pressed a kiss on Lovino's cheek, "Can't I just appreciate how loving and wonderful my husband is?"

Lovino quieted at that, looking redder than the ruby on his wedding band.

"Stupid bastard…" he mumbled as Antonio kissed his lips.

"Eww, come on Papá, Papi!" Mexico screamed, slightly embarrassed. "I'm still here!"

Lovino quickly parted and elbowed Antonio in the gut before he walked over to his daughter.

"Mi dispiace, mia figlia." Lovino said gently to his daughter. "Tu padre estaba actuando como un idiota de nuevo."

María giggled as her Papá looked betrayed at how Papi referred to his loving acts earlier.

"Esta bien, Papi," she said as she grabbed her lunchbox without knowing what chaos it would cause, "Solo no hagas un habito de besarse en publico, porfa."

"Te prometo, mia figlia." her Papi said as he gave her a kiss on her cheek. "Ten un buen día de escuela!"

"Si, Papi!" she exclaimed as she went with her Papá to the car.

Hoy va ser el mejor día de escuela de mi vida.

Todo estaba listo.

María smiled to herself as she went to her regular spot, not losing her temper even after he showed up with Alfred, looking at Alfred as though he hung up the stars.

No estoy asustada de ti.

María looked as innocent as possible when she exclaimed about not being able to eat another bite from the bag, saying she was too full.

Alfred, tan lindo, took the bait, asking her what she couldn't eat anymore.

Lo tengo.

María smiled as she explained how she ate un enorme desayuno, and her non-spicy chalupa was now too much for su débil estomago.

"Yo no supongo que tu puedes comerlo, Alfred?" she asked as her eyes glittered with faux sadness.

"As long as it's not spicy like your steak, I'm good," Alfred said as he reached forward to get the foiled tortilla from her lunchbox.

María blushed and smiled lightly as he passed her lunchbox back to her, fingers brushing slightly. She looked at him, smiling a huge, bright, smile.

Te gane, hijo de perra. Te…

María soon lost her smile as she looked into her empty lunchbox.

Porque esta vacío? Yo hice…

Her eyes widened with horror as her brain connected one and one together.

Her Papi was never affectionate unless her Papá complimented him.

Her Papá only compliments Papi when he does something super nice for him.

Como haciendo su lonche.

Un lonche para Antonio.

Que empieza con la letra A…!

"Espera!" María shouted, a little too late as Alfred ate half the chalupa in one bite.

The result was immediate.

Alfred spat the chalupa out, face turning plum. His tongue was out panting as he desperately tried to get some relief from the spice, eyes streaming.

Mierda!

The whole group panicked as Alfred started choking on the spice, sweat streaming down his face, head in his lap.

Que va a hacer ella ahora…?!

"Alfredka!" he screamed, forgetting about hiding who he really was. "Put this in mouth!"

He got his spoon and shoved some red blood-like stuff into Alfred's mouth.

Everyone quieted as Alfred stopped flailing and seemingly went unconscious.

Despues, su ojos azueles hermosos se abrieron de nuevo.

The whole table sighed in relief as their star player suddenly sat up.

"V-Vanya.." Alfred whispered as he put their hands together, also seemingly forgetting about the pet names.

"THAT TASTES SO GOOD!"

Everyone was startled as Alfred soon turned around and started devouring the rest of the red liquid in his bowl.

"Mhmm, it cools down the spice," Alfred moaned as he stuffed his face, "And it's sweet but the sour cream balances it out! What is it?"

"It Borscht," he mumbled, blushing at Alfred's use of his nickname, asqueroso. "Cold soup from homeland. Not very good…"

"Bullshit!" Alfred exclaimed as he drank some more of his soup, "This shit is dope! Did you make it?"

"д-да," he whispered, turning redder than Alfred when he was choking on the spices, "A-All by self."

"Dude, you gotta teach me the recipe," Alfred sighed as he gulped down the rest of his soup. "I'd eat it every morning, noon, and night."

"I-I…" he stuttered, his shyness making his glare look even worse, "I-I maybe…make it lunch for you daily?"

María's jaw slightly dropped as she saw la culebra no solo robo el centro de atención que debía haber sido suya, pero su idea también.

"Are you for real, dude?" Alfred asked, looking at him intently.

"д-да." he whispered, his face catching on fire.

"Hell yes!" Alfred exclaimed loudly as he put his arm around him, his blush getting redder by the minute, "I got a professional chef now, boys! Jealous?"

María smiled forcibly as her teeth gritted together.

Peor día de escuela de mi vida!

Aquí es donde llegamos ahora.

María's forced smile was becoming permanent as she saw them, eating lunch together on the other side of the table, Alfred growing sunnier and healthier by the minute as he gave him home-made lunches that should have been hers to give, never failing to deliver.

As they laughed together, brushing fingers as he "teasingly" fed him, María's mind was racing.

Tiempo para Fase Dos!

Your Dictionary:

Le encantaba la comida hecha a mano. – He loved hand-made food.

Claro que lo mereces, tonto. Tu mereces el mundo. – Of couse you deserve it, dummy. You deserve the world.

Un chico llamado… - A guy named…

Tan cerca, pero tan lejos. – So close, but so far.

п-пожалуйста. (Pazhalusta.) – Excuse me, please.

И- Извините (I-Izvineeti.) – I-I'm sorry.

Papá's tomates. - Father's tomatoes.

El monstruo. - The Monster.

Si! – Yes!

Has que el maricón se vaya de aquí! – Make the pussy leave!

Cara del tarado. – Moron's face.

Maldita sea. – God damn it.

Llorar? Que llorar, el nos va a matar en un minuto, sálvate Alfred! – Cry? What do you mean cry, he's going to kill us all in a minute! Alfred, save yourself!

Solo ella, solo ella, tenia el derecho de llamarle con un nombre como ese – Only she, only she, had the right to use pet names with him.

Como un perro malo. – Like a bad dog.

д-да? (D-Da?) – Y-Yes?

Creo que voy a vomitar. – I think I'm going to be sick.

Su amor, su precioso perfecto Ivan. – His love, his precious, perfect Ivan.

н-нет. (N-Nyet.) – No. (Informal)

La forma que dijo su nombre, como si era la única persona en el mundo para el, la hizo sentir furia como nunca lo había sentido. – The way he said his name, like he was the only person in the world in his eyes, made her feel fury like she had never felt before.

С-Спасибо. (S-Spasibo.) – Thank you.

Вы очень добры. (Vy ochin' dabry.) – You are very kind.

Me voy al baño. – I'm going to the restroom.

Plan: Siete Pecados Mortales – Plan: Seven Deadly Sins

Queso – Cheese

Chalupa – A tortilla made into a bowl that you can stuff however you like.

Esto va ser magnifico. – This was going to be magnificent.

Probando su comida Mejicana. – Trying her Mexican food.

No como ella y su comida deliciosa – Not like her and her delicious food.

La forma para entrar en el corazón de un hombre es por su estomago, no? – Wasn't the way to get into a man's heart through his stomach?

Pico de Gallo – Spice Used In Traditional Mexican Dishes

Ella aprendió su lección de la ultima vez. – She learned her lesson last time.

El hecho es que esto no es la primera vez que María trato de hacer comida para Alfred. – The fact of the matter is that this isn't the first time María that tried to make food for Alfred.

Carne Asada – Mexican Grilled and Sliced Beef, Can Be Spicy

Cinco de Mayo – May Fifth, Mexican/American Holiday

Si, claro. – Yeah, sure.

Mierda. – Shit.

Eso…no fue como ella había planeado. – That…didn't work as planned.

Mi hijita, estas lista para ir a la escuela? – Are you ready to go to school, my daughter?

Casi, Papá! – Almost, dad!

Papi - Daddy

Mi dispiace, mia figlia. – I'm sorry, my daughter.

Tu padre estaba actuando como un idiota de nuevo. – Your father was acting like an idiot again.

Esta bien, Papi. – It's okay, daddy.

Solo no hagas un habito de besarse en publico, porfa. – Just don't make it a habit, please.

Te prometo, mia figlia. – I promise, my daughter.

Ten un buen día de escuela. – Have a great day at school!

Hoy iva ser el mejor día de escuela de mi vida. – Today was going to be the best school day of her life.

Todo estaba listo. – Everything was ready.

No estoy asustada de ti. – I'm not scared of you.

Tan lindo. – So cute.

Lo tengo. – I got him!

Un enorme desayuno. – A big breakfast.

Su débil estomago. – Her weak stomach.

Yo no supongo que tu puedes comerlo, Alfred? – I don't suppose you could eat it, Alfred?

Te gane, hijo de perra. Te… - I won, son of a bitch. I…

Porque esta vacío? Yo hice… - Why is it empty? I made…

Como haciendo su lonche. – Like making his lunch.

Un lonche para Antonio. – A lunch for Antonio.

Que empieza con la letra A…! – Whose name starts with an A…!

Espera! – Wait!

Que va a hacer ella ahora…?! – What is she going to do now…?!

Despues, sus ojos azueles hermosos se abrieron de nuevo. – Then, his beautiful blue eyes opened again.

Borscht – A chunky, cold stew that is made of red beets and sour cream.

Asqueroso. – Gross.

La culebra no solo robo el centro de atención que debía haber sido suya, pero su idea también. – The snake not only robbed her spotlight, but her idea too.

Peor día de escuela de mi vida! – Worst school day ever!

Aquí es donde llegamos ahora. – So, this is where we are.

Tiempo para Fase Dos! – Time for Phase Two!

HOLI CANOLI MOLI ITS DONE

THIS WAS SO MUCH LONGER THAN I THOUGHT

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! This is honestly so unexpected long, haha ^^;

I hope you all enjoyed reading this, and know that somebody loves you…me!

[cillaivory]

I decided to take a break from packing and do something historical, based on @aph-fanficchallenges​ writing meme and the #6 one, “a historical piece.”

I feel like there isn’t much in terms of the actual history, but from a character introspection or whatever. The backdrop to this is the Slovak National Uprising, which took place from August 29 to October 28 in 1944.

I’m not going to take up all the pre-story notes so I’m going to drop a few links to read up on it, because a few key events are mentioned or alluded to:

Wikipedia | WWII Database | European Network Remembrance and Solidarity

Uuuuhmmmmm a lot of things are said in this story that idk would ever be said by a nation to their leader, but I like to think nations probably have snapped on a leader before, because they also represent the people and also, they too have emotions and morals and opinions.

Ondrej (Slo) just is also so very tired of the bullshit.

There are mentions of Velvet Pair (because this garbage trash writer likes them too much). You should all know Ivan, and Tereza is Cze.

August 30th, 1944

Smoking had been a nasty habit that he knew she never would’ve approved of, even in the times they were not together.

The cigarette hung from his lips as he watched the buzz around him, catching a few words of conversation here and there. The words “Fascists” and “German” were tossed around a few times, but currently, they were riding the high having taken Banská Bystrica. As a man, he felt proud of these brave souls, fighting for the rights they deserved.

But as a country, he felt useless.

The Lieutenant Colonel approached him, saluting him as he held his gaze. “Pozdravy,” he welcomed. “It is nice to see you out with the true people of the nation.”

And ouch, that hurt pretty bad.

He kept an icy exterior, trying to let the comment roll off his back. “I have been feeling a bit of tension, I figured I should see what exactly is going on.” The man sneered, as his eyes darted around the headquarters. “Are you prepared for a counteroffensive strike against your efforts, Lieutenant?”

“I have the spirit to fight for the land I long for, Sir.”

He smiled. “Then that’s all I can truly ask from you.”

September 1st, 1944

The Lieutenant Colonel had become a general the day before, after having been disarmed on August 31st.

He had heard the news before he went and sat in the office of a man he could honestly say he did not care for - even if he was a man of God.

The cross against his skin ever so slightly burned. He thought about the man before him, how much tension he had caused. Many people - good people; good husbands and wives and mothers and children and brothers - had been sent to their death by this man’s hand.

If he squinted, he could faintly see the strings on his hands that once upon a time, Tereza had pointed out. He smiled, remembering her sweet, elegant voice as she pointed.

Ondra, look. The puppet strings are moving, ever so slightly. Must be hard, when the master is all the way in Germany.

“I received word you went to Banská Bystrica prior to our disarming of it.”

He blinked, nodding his head gently. “Áno, sir. I felt the tension and they are my people.”

His president scoffed. “Well, those people are trying to destroy the sanctity of the state you and I are working hard to create. No matter, those who were caught, were shipped off to Germany.”

He did not need to be a rocket scientist to figure out what that meant. He clenched the arms of his chair, realizing this man, the man that was dubbed Vodca, was sinister, in this regard. People were caught and with no regards to any family or friends they may have had, were sent to be killed.

Well, if he were completely honest, he knew the man before him was just there in his fancy office with his fancy titled for formalities sake. He was just there because he could be, because it made it look like Slovakia was actually in control of his own land and actions.

"Vodca, sir...?”

“I have no time for idle chat, please. If you must say something important, say it now.”

He bit his lip and shook his head. He rose from his seat, leaving the room without a second word.

October 5th, 1944

His body was tired. His body was weak. His heart was heavy and he realized that deep down, everything was falling apart.

Ivan was a terrible man - or to him, he was, in this very moment. He had no regards for the fact that his own people were trying to do what they could to resist this occupation. Ivan had no compassion.

There was a promise, and prior to this, Ivan had apparently always been a man of his word, until the support never came on time. He kept asking the man what was going on.

September 8th came and the next thing he knew, the Dukla Pass Offensive had started. He was furious the offensive came too late, in his opinion. Ivan had said it was foolproof and that it wouldn’t take long to get to Slovakia.

The next thing he knew, it was October, and the Soviet forces had yet to reach him.

He assumed it was not all on Ivan’s shoulders. The 1st Czechoslovak Army in Slovakia (also known as the former rebel forces), without a doubt, had began to split and fracture. Nobody could seem to agree. He could feel as if his limbs were being ripped apart.

He rolled over onto his stomach and reached under his pillow, examining each and every envelope he had saved during the last few years. The neat handwriting formed poetry on the page, trying to play it off as if everything were better than it would be.

And soon, my love, you’ll be by my side again.

He knew she was currently trying to secure more support. He knew that when all was said and done, he’d be with her again, under the same roof. That was the plan of the Army. That was the plan of the Allies.

But this plan seemed more like a dream. He crumpled the letter, biting his lip.

“Please,” he choked out, “don’t let this be a dream.”

October 26th, 1944

“I did what I could, Ondrej.”

Ondrej knew that seeing her was dangerous, even though he still loves her, but right now, he is Slovakia. He is a state, protected by German forces, who have viciously taken down the people who created the 1st Czechoslovakia Army in Slovakia.

“It’s hard being Czechoslovakia without my Slovakia,” she whispered, leaning closer to him. He frowned.

“Terezie, my love, what happened?”

“Ivan’s boss focused his energies on Hungary and Poland. The other Allies... there was no support. I couldn’t...” Her voice cracked. “Your people are so brave, Ondra. So very, very brave. I wish I could have done more.”

“So many of my people are dead, and nobody will have closure.”

Tereza’s eyes widened as she stepped away from him, looking up. He probably looked a bit of a mess, with his hair wild and tangled, dark circles under his eyes, and his uniform unkept and messy. He wished he could’ve cleaned up a bit, for her sake.

But, he knows he’s too tired, and to be fair, she looked like she had also seen better days.

“It hurts to see you like this, lover,” she muttered, taking his hands in hers

“The resistance is done for,” he told her. “Or, for the most part. But I think my people have fight left in them still.” She laughed as he brought her tiny hands to his mouth. She flushed.

“I feel that soon enough, this war will be done for.”

He hopes, for his sake, she is right. Because he didn’t think any more people needed to die.

October 30th, 1944

He stands next to his president as he holds the celebration in the city it all began in. Two months ago, he walked the streets to see the leader of the resistance, to see what the people felt.

Now, he stands before the people, as the Vodca rambles about the German soldiers who bravely stopped the uprising, and how he, as a great leader, will make sure the lives of the Slovak soldiers are spared.

Ondrej looks on into the crowds, his heart empty. From his lips hangs a cigarette (a nasty habit, really) as he tries to fill the hole with something. Some people are proud and celebrating, but he can’t figure it out.

Somewhere, his people are sad.

When the celebration ends, he’s on his third cigarette and he turns to his president. He claims he had saved Slovakia from a bombardment, that he was able to save lives. Standing on the streets of Banská Bystrica, he feels nostalgia wash over him.

“I was here when it started,” he whispers. The president gives him an odd look. “I was here and saw the soldiers that were deported. The ones you knew about. Now, you want to save them?”

“With that rebellion ended, I can safely say I will try,” the president replies.

“The main part is over, but my people keep fighting.” He looks up to the sky. “The Germans will kill collaborators. And you know they won’t be the only casualties that will occur.”

“We do what we need to do.” The president eyes him, dangerously. “As a nation, I thought you understood.”

“Nation or not, I have feelings and morals.”

“As a nation, you are to sit down and do as your told.”

That is the straw that breaks the camel’s back. The president is glaring, but Ondrej - no, Slovakia, shakes his head. He cackles, sending chills down his own spine when he realizes how cold he sounds. The president steps back as he crosses his arm.

“How many more people have to die in order to appease your puppet master?” he snarls under his breath. “You immoral, son-of-a-bitch. You broke up Czechoslovakia, you participate in the murder - genocide - of my people, and you expect me to sit and be quiet? You may be the president, the Vodca, but you are nothing more than a placeholder until the Germans take over.”

The president sputters, as if trying to control the nation. He grins, eyes dark with hate. He feels the spirit of those who keep fighting surging through him. He thinks of Tereza, of Czechoslovakia, of himself, of the people, of the God he prays to every night to make it through to the next day.

He knows that Tereza is right. There is no denying that what happened with him is part of the larger scale, that Slovakia has also made a mark on the war. A war, he can feel, is coming to a close very soon.

“The end is near, and when it comes, I’ll be back on the streets, holding a celebration.” He declares this boldly, pointing to his president. “And when I hold this celebration, I will present the people with your fucking head on a stick.”

[hannibalcatharsis-zero]

My Top 10 Favorite Women Characters (no fuck this it’s 12 + mentions)

tagged by the awesome @darkcyradis,  thank you once more for all the tags :) This was the interesting one!

I'll be completely honest: the moment I read the title, I thought 'Well I think this will take me a while' because I normally memorize the male characters more. With a couple of exceptions, I had to think title by title and run the mental list of characters - quickly enough though the names started popping up and I broke the title rule.

So, I’d keep this short, but.

零

I will take after darkcyradis and actually pour in my Ruins, my original characters from my stories and they don’t count to the top cause they’re RUINS and they’re zero

零 Big Bloody Sister / Kira K

Kira is her pet name (her real name’s quite longer), Bloody Sister her title. Go figure :) 

I always thought her younger sister and major character in the story would be my pick, but I cannot overcome the surprise and love I’ve created for Kira’s unexpected mixture of ruthlessness, cruelty and power together with her self sacrifice and pragmatic responsability over her life and her family, mostly her children. And fuck she has 7.

零 Projection 

I fucking love Pro. I love everything about her, her wit and sharp tongue, her complete and utter comfort with herself and living in her skin, her hair, her piercings, her dark humor and interest in decadent life. I wish I’d write her more.

零  Amanda 

I love Amanda since the very first imagining in my mind and first letter I wrote what’s like 10 years ago. Pragmatic straightforwardness and no-fucking-nonsense in face of people who are ruled by frantic and unthought emotion.

零  Angerius

Poor girl doesn’t have a sketch. Her inquisite mind and intellectual driven atitude contrasting with her almost childish actual interpretation of the dark world she’s in were an unexpected pleasure for me to explore and write. Also the fact that she falls in love with a slave (it’s a slave-based society) and has to deal with the reality that he doesn’t love her back was pretty cool for me. She undergoes the biggest character development of all these 4.

So the top starts here.

(in no order of preference)

1 - Toph Beifong (Avatar The Last Airbender/Legend of Aang; Legend of Korra)

Toph is the definition of badass. She’s so funny and powerful and amazing. Best character amongst a lot of amazing characters of Avatar world. I want Toph for me, the kid self and the old self. (also I think I’ll end up like her, blind and cranky and alone ruined as hell)

2 - Doll / Freckles (Kuroshitsuji /Black Butler)

Her innocence and naiveness she is able to keep even though the dark and horrible things they do and the hell she’s been through before is heartwarming. Her utter devotion to her family and the desire to keep it safe is gutwretching. Don’t tell me that you didn’t feel your heart get strained when reading chapter 35 or watching episode 10. If even Ciel feels guilty (well in time he does, kinda, he still thinks about it on chapter 95 so! She was the most innocent of all of them and he fucking played her the most)  about the utter destruction he brought to her, then you have to feel something too. Also her complete tomboy self in constrat to her circus image is awesome.

3 - Hange Zoe (Shingeki no Kyojin / Attack on Titan)

Funny hilarious hyper badass genuis mad genius all for truth capable of hideous acts and stand up to your believes and fight the damn opressive power. I like Hange a lot.

4 - Lisbeth Salander (Men Who Hate Women / The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo)

Her character is amazing in the books. The movies aren’t bad and capture her appearance beautifully and faithfully, but the books have Lisbeth.

5 - Morticia Addams & Wednesday Addams

Of fucking course. Morticia is the pinnacle of ellegance and darkness and Wednesday was my childhood hero whom I strived to be like. Morticia absolutely loves her family and has built one that is open to all sorts of bizarreness and embraces all of this with love, including having found a husband that shares this and with whom she can share who she really is.

Wednesday is a role model for the morbity and comfort of it. The whole Addams Family is what it means to be comfortable with being excentric.

6 - Bellatrix Lestrange (Harry Potter)

I love Bellatrix since the first time I read her in the book and branded her in my heart after the movies. It’s nice to have a female villain that’s just on par or above cruelty and madness of the main villain.

7 - Atia of the Julii (Rome) & Lucretia (Spartacus)

I’m pairing these two together because the first time I saw Lucretia, my immediate recollection was Atia - similar physical aspect and aura. Both women show the ruthlessness and power hungry and viciousness and unshattering resolve that makes such great antagonic female characters (they’d fit the antagonists criteria almost, but they’re not antagonists, they’re just absolutely the don’t-fuck-with-me-you-fucking-scum criteria)

Also, although with completely different outcomes, both their final scenes are memorable for me: in both cases, their aura of superiority and victory is palpable. Atia was cursed, suffered losses and struggles against her wishes and conquests and rises to the position she built and longed for, and Lucretia lost everything in a sort of curse of her own and became the ‘blessed’ curse herself, yet got exactly what she wanted in the end. Both finales are amazing. Atia’s final line is memorable:

“Remember: Far better women than you have sworned to do the same (destroy me). Go look for them now.” 

8 - The Boss (Metal Gear Solid 3)

One of most powerful characters of MGS, a patriot beyond any definition of the word. She’s power and amazingness and tragedy incorporated.

9 - Alexia Ashford (Resident Evil Code Veronica X)

Alexia was an inspiration for me as a kid, even though she’s a psychopath and , she’s an insect - worst she’s an ant, she’s a FUCKING ANT and the Queen Ant. But I loved her and still do. Also her theme songs.

The only good thing about her in Darkside Chronicles are the improved graphics and the FUCKING BEAUTIFUL IMPROVED theme. Otherwise fuck Darkside Chronicles what the fuck did you do to my Alexia who the fuck is that person with her name how annoying

10 - Empusa (Primal)

She’s beyond words. She was one of my biggest inspirations as a kid. She’s such a memorable villain. Vampire evil aristocracy prespering from every frame. Just look as her. Perfection.

11 - Lulu (Final Fantasy X)

First and foremost character to have sparked interest in me in this  masterpiece of a game. She’s wonderful.

12 - Eris (Sinbad)

For Lulu and Eris, I break any rule on number of characters. The concept of this character is beyond words. Goddess of Chaos enter.

and Lara Croft

Characters I want to know more so they’ll enter this list in the future

tagging you specially if you read up to this point! As you can see this is one awesome exercise to do. Please mention me I really want to read your choices!

@lynxyz @aph-belarusia @nuuttikuu @hedera-helixwriteseruri @maavalas @the50-person @notweirdbutunique @arcadianwishdom @frenchieleigh @lvl99fangirl @mintful @cokris @animaniacal @lostcauses-noregrets @momtaku  @adrastia @fujoshilyfe @snapmaw @maty-yami @noteblue13 @fannibalmonica @cietsutsu @sithiere @the-winnowing-wind @wiith-my-hands @bu0nanotte @indezaisive @kimijude @cannibalcuisine @suntosirius @hammblwllgrhm @crave-that-mineral 

(SNK folk keep this one in mind for after the hype of the beginning of season2 please if you want to)

Honorable mentions:  

- Kyoyama Anna (Shaman King) - Sieglinde (Kuroshitsuji) - Riza Hawkeye (Fullmetal Alchemist/Brotherhood) - Olivier Armstrong (Fullmetal Alchemist/Brotherhood) - Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter) - Hermione Granger (Harry Potter) - Yuna (Final Fantasy X) - Rikku (Final Fantasy X) - Paine (Final Fantasy X-2) - Lumina (Final Fantasy XIII Lightning Returns) - Korra (Legend of Korra) - Kuvira (Legend of Korra) - Eska (Legend of Korra) - Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds) - Lady Violet Crawley (Downton Abbey) - Surreal (The Black Jewels books by Anne Bishop) - Brienne of Tarth (A Song of Ice and Fire / Game of Thrones) - Arya Stark (A Song of Ice and Fire / Game of Thrones) - Lagertha (Vikings) - Carrie / Ana (Banshee)

[flutter-bane]

85 Questions?

I was tagged by this bean, @hetalia-happenings, you glorious bean (I thought we already were friends and yes I will love you forever-). I don’t exactly know what to do but hey we’ll try it.

I tag @capri-sunqueen, @aph-germany, @deogeno, @valisartbin, and my beautiful queen @scarfythewizard .

(So yes you must do this now!)

[The last..]

Drink: Water

Phone Call: To a “best friend” who obviously doesn’t care enough to even look in my direction anymore..

Text Message: To my REAL best friend who actually cares about me!!!

Song You Listened To: Chase Holfelder’s cover of “Animal”

Cried: Maybe the other night? I don’t remember.

Dated Someone Twice: At least 3 people twice, yeah.. I regret ever dating 2 of them.

Kissed Someone and Regretted It: No

Been Cheated On: Nope

Lost Someone Special: My grandmother and several dogs..

Been Depressed: Way too much, but I try to cheer myself up afterwards. Being sad is way too exhausting.

Gotten Drunk and Thrown Up: Dude I’m 15, I can’t drink.

Favorite Colors: Different shades of pink, red, and purple, I love blues and yellow is cool too. :3

[In the last year, have you…]

Made New Friends: Oh hell yeah

Fallen Out of Love: Nope

Laugh Until You Cried: Yep, I once laughed so hard I couldn’t breathe and broke into a coughing fit, I legitimately thought I was going to die

Found Out Someone Was Talking About You: Well yeah I mean when you’re as awesome as me- no just kidding, but yeah people have definitely talked about me.

Met Someone Who Changed You: no I don’t think so

Found Out Who Your Real Friends Were: Yep, there’s only about 6 of them, but I wouldn’t trade them for the world.

Kissed Someone On Your Facebook List: I don’t have Facebook

[General]

How Many Facebook Friends Do You Know in Real Life: I don’t have fACEBOOK

Do You Have Any Pets: I always have pets, at one point I had 7

Do You Want to Change Your Name: I used to, but now I’m chill with it. I’ve only met one other person with my name (and then there’s that stupid celebrity everyone brings up whenever I introduce myself).

What Did You Do For Your Last Birthday: Celebrated a double birthday with my best friend because hers is a few days after mine, we had a sleep over. :)

What Time Did You Wake Up: 10:20 AM

What Were You Doing At Midnight Last Night: Watching Markiplier play some scary games!

Name Something You Can’t Wait For: Hetalia’s new season for the anime (and for Gerita to become canon already).

When Was The Last Time You Saw Your Mom: Last night before she left for work.

What Are You Listening to Right Now: Max and Alyson Stoner’s cover of Sweater Weather (better than the original song)

Have You Ever Talked to a Person Named Tom: yup

Something That is Getting on Your Nerves: Everyone’s crying over social issues. It gets stale after a while. Can't we all just chill out and like..play a board game and drink some milk?

Most Visited Website: YouTube and this hellsite tumblr

Hair Color: very dirty blonde

Long or Short: My hair almost reaches my tailbone, so long

Do You Have a Crush on Anyone: My boyfriend

What Do You Like About Yourself: My drawing and singing abilities

Piercings: My ears, but I think they’ve closed up

Blood Type: I don’t know

Nickname: I find it really sad that nobody has a nickname for me and I have to give myself one; I just kinda go by Nimby online… (It must be this damn song but I’m actually tearing up over this tHIS DAMN SONG)

Relationship Status: I’m in one :P

Zodiac: Libra

Pronouns: She/Her

Favorite TV Show: I can never really pick so I’m just gonna go with Hetalia, Attack on Titan, The Amazing World of Gumball, and The Simpsons

Tattoos: Nah

Right or Left Handed: Right

Surgery: No, but I did have to get stitches in my forehead when I was younger, I’ve got my own little Harry Potter scar :P (in the shape of a crescent moon)

Sport: I don’t play sports but I guess my favorite to watch would be football (American football)

Vacation: I don’t think I’ve ever had one

Pair of Tennis Shoes: I have a couple pairs but I don’t wear them

[More General…]

Eating: cookiessss

Drinking: Water

I’m About To: Watch some youtube, maybe finish writing some drabbles for my upcoming PruCan fanfic (It’ll be on AO3 and probably wattpad because people like me there for some reason)

Waiting For: My stupid book to come in the mail so I can start my belated summer reading project (it’s a bunch total BS)

Want: to go to my bestie’s house and finally relax for once

Get Married: Someday

Career: I would like to be an actress/voice actress, but I’m focussing on becoming a meteorologist (and I’ll be creating a web comic too)

Hugs or Kisses: Give me a hug dude I live for hugs

Lips or Eyes: I don’t know how to answer that so… Eyes??

Shorter or Taller: I don’t know what you mean by this? My boyfriend is already p tall, and I’m comfortable being small..??

Older or Younger: My boy is older by almost a year, and I’m comfortable with my age?? What do you want from me here????

Nice Arms or Nice Stomach: wtf nice arms?? I like muscley arms but with a nice soft tummy built for cuddlesss

Hookup or Relationship: Relationship duh

Troublemaker or Hesitant: I’m both!

Kissed a Stranger: Never.

Drank Hard Liquor: I’m 15. I’m a sophomore. I don’t want to drink. No thanks. I’m gonna pass.

Lost Glasses/Contacts: I’ve lost my glasses before, and I’ve left them at home once. By accident of course.

Turned Someone Down: Yes it was my childhood friend and it hurt me so bad I couldn’t look at him the next day because I felt so horrible but he was cool with what happened and I cried that whole day for nothing it sucked

Sex on the First Date: F I F T E E N S O N O

Broken Someone’s Heart: Yeah..

Had Your Heart Broken: Yeah, and not just by a break up?

Been Arrested: No I’m too much of a baby to do anything that could get me arrested.

Cried When Someone Died: Yes all the time in real life and in fiction I’m the biggest crybaby you’ll ever meet

Fallen For a Friend: Y E S

[Do you believe in…]

Yourself: Yeah, sometimes! :)

Miracles: Of course! Lord willing, anything wonderful like that can happen! :>

Love at First Sight: Yeah, I guess, but don’t make any hasty decisions right there on the spot. I think it happened to me in kindergarten XD

Santa Claus: Up until the 5th grade, yeah.. Not anymore though.

Kiss on the First Date: Maybe on the cheek, I don’t want to rush things.

Angels: Of course! As the smol Christian bean I am, of course I believe in angels!

[Other…]

Current Best Friends’ Name(s): Emily, Isaac, Zach, Keaton, Griffin, Francisco. (I get along better with boys, Emms is the only girl I could hang with forever and never get bored!)

Eye Color: Grey-blue, sometimes they’re more grey than blue depending on the lighting, but they are definitely blue.

Favorite Movie: I can’t ever decide but I think I would have to pick my favorite childhood movie A Series of Unfortunate Events. It’s my all-time favorite and I wish I had it on DVD and not a vhs tape.

This took me a few hours, so I hope your happy with it. :)

I've had to go back and edit this so many times how many errors can Nimby make in one post let's find out