Abigail bounded quickly down the bustling sidewalk of New York, she was a Jamaican immigrant and moved to the city to stay with her boyfriend. Long dreadlocks bounced as she ran alongside the satchel that dangled at her waist, large brown eyes eyed the home she shared with the Brit.
His van.
He was in a band and the band that just had broken up. She'd just received pay from the hair salon she worked in and flung open the door to find him sleeping. He jolted slightly when she jerked it open and closed it, poor baby had to work all hours of the night. The Jamaican tussled around the confined space and turned while changing into more comfortab
A round red and white ball bounded down a white shore, a small, laughing figure followed it and kicked it further until it splashed into the crisp waters. Poland eagerly followed it, mentally praising himself for that totally sweet kick. He loved beaches but never really got opportunities to play alone because his were so fabulous they were packed all along the coastline.
"Why in the hell did you kick the ball into the water!?" A German voice barked, ok so he wasn't really alone, the blonde turned to face Prussia. The settiing sun made his white hair glow faintly and Poland gave him a (very mature) tongue sticking out.
"Are you so eager to
I stared over the rail of the S.S Biggest Fucking Waste of my Time with disdain; I'm a full-time amateur director that finally got his foot in the door. Now my lisping Computer Programing nerd of a friend dragged me on this stupid cruise when I'm supposed to be writing a script and casting now that I finally got some support for my epic romantic comedy that borders on fantasy. He says that I "need to sleep more" and that I'm "over-working" myself, which is compete BS because as long as I have Starbucks there's no need for sleep and I can't over work myself if I have a full 24 hours to work. For a programmer he seems to suck at math, I grumble
Karkat looked at himself in the mirror of some apartment he'd gotten with his matesprit, or boyfriend, both. Human terms were stupid to him. Still he stared in discontent at himself as he stepped out the shower; same grey skin, same black hair, his eyes had shifted more to his blood color in his maturity, but his stomach. He'd had nice amount of muscle by the end of the game, he was lean and taught but now a layer of pudge grew over that muscle. One claw poked at his stomach and he swore to gog that the next time he even looked at a human dessert he'd throw it out the window.
"Karkles I'm home!~" Karkat almost winced when he heard Gamzee's v
[A/N: Just quick information with is a Poland/Molossia fic because...well because why not?
Take Care
Bryson's brown eyes settled on the half empty carton of cigarettes, he wasn't addicted, no, it just helped to ease his nerves whenever depressing thoughts would wander through his head.
"To hell with it." He figured verbally then snatched up the box and stood to head outside and lean against the post of his patio. The lighter was cold in his hand and the revolving sparkers edge bit into his thumb as his made his flame lighting the white cylinder and taking a long drag. Lowering his comfort between two fingers eyes peeked over the rim of h
Impossible
I sighed contently and rolled over in my bed only to bump into soft fur, I hummed and picked up the culprit.
"Chom, why're you in my bed?" The white dog yipped at me in her special way and wriggled out of my arms to land on my face. I sighed and stood as she scooted to my head, with a sigh I walked into the bathroom of my empty house and prepared myself for the day. It's not like I want to complain about being a micronation, I actually feel like I'm blessed to be one. I don't have to go through war, well, granted I did declare war on East Germany but now that I think back I believe I only did it for that idiot's approval. Gettin
[A/N: A little drabble of how Poland feels towards Prussia.]
Jerk
You cocky jerk. Insufferable, egotistical loudmouth.
I love you.
Why? I'm not sure really, given our history I should hate you like I hate. . .well, let's not talk about him. It's just me and you. It's been that was since the beginning. You were so adorable, those chubby-chubby cheeks with big ruby eyes. Your skin was paler than mine and snow white hair fell on your head softly. Such a cute child, I started calling you "Aniołek" because you were my little angel. . .then I took you home where you earned your, still rather affectionate, nickname "Diabełek" because
You might as well strap in, this is Polska's "I hate-" letter:
1. I hate when people assume I'm all about clothes and fashion. Heard of a hobby?
2. I hate when all I'm remembered for is being beat. I kicked everyone's ass at one point, they had to double team me to take me down.
3. I hate that Lithuania's being a jerk right now, or rather his people. He won't even talk to me about it though, not helping our personal relationship Liet.
4. I hate that Russia wants to get so close all of a sudden. It's super creepy.
5. I hate Russia. Period.
6. I hate that a lot of the people that I loved in the past left me. That's not cool.
7. I hate fa
Abigail bounded quickly down the bustling sidewalk of New York, she was a Jamaican immigrant and moved to the city to stay with her boyfriend. Long dreadlocks bounced as she ran alongside the satchel that dangled at her waist, large brown eyes eyed the home she shared with the Brit.
His van.
He was in a band and the band that just had broken up. She'd just received pay from the hair salon she worked in and flung open the door to find him sleeping. He jolted slightly when she jerked it open and closed it, poor baby had to work all hours of the night. The Jamaican tussled around the confined space and turned while changing into more comfortab
A round red and white ball bounded down a white shore, a small, laughing figure followed it and kicked it further until it splashed into the crisp waters. Poland eagerly followed it, mentally praising himself for that totally sweet kick. He loved beaches but never really got opportunities to play alone because his were so fabulous they were packed all along the coastline.
"Why in the hell did you kick the ball into the water!?" A German voice barked, ok so he wasn't really alone, the blonde turned to face Prussia. The settiing sun made his white hair glow faintly and Poland gave him a (very mature) tongue sticking out.
"Are you so eager to
I stared over the rail of the S.S Biggest Fucking Waste of my Time with disdain; I'm a full-time amateur director that finally got his foot in the door. Now my lisping Computer Programing nerd of a friend dragged me on this stupid cruise when I'm supposed to be writing a script and casting now that I finally got some support for my epic romantic comedy that borders on fantasy. He says that I "need to sleep more" and that I'm "over-working" myself, which is compete BS because as long as I have Starbucks there's no need for sleep and I can't over work myself if I have a full 24 hours to work. For a programmer he seems to suck at math, I grumble
Karkat looked at himself in the mirror of some apartment he'd gotten with his matesprit, or boyfriend, both. Human terms were stupid to him. Still he stared in discontent at himself as he stepped out the shower; same grey skin, same black hair, his eyes had shifted more to his blood color in his maturity, but his stomach. He'd had nice amount of muscle by the end of the game, he was lean and taught but now a layer of pudge grew over that muscle. One claw poked at his stomach and he swore to gog that the next time he even looked at a human dessert he'd throw it out the window.
"Karkles I'm home!~" Karkat almost winced when he heard Gamzee's v
[A/N: Just quick information with is a Poland/Molossia fic because...well because why not?
Take Care
Bryson's brown eyes settled on the half empty carton of cigarettes, he wasn't addicted, no, it just helped to ease his nerves whenever depressing thoughts would wander through his head.
"To hell with it." He figured verbally then snatched up the box and stood to head outside and lean against the post of his patio. The lighter was cold in his hand and the revolving sparkers edge bit into his thumb as his made his flame lighting the white cylinder and taking a long drag. Lowering his comfort between two fingers eyes peeked over the rim of h
Impossible
I sighed contently and rolled over in my bed only to bump into soft fur, I hummed and picked up the culprit.
"Chom, why're you in my bed?" The white dog yipped at me in her special way and wriggled out of my arms to land on my face. I sighed and stood as she scooted to my head, with a sigh I walked into the bathroom of my empty house and prepared myself for the day. It's not like I want to complain about being a micronation, I actually feel like I'm blessed to be one. I don't have to go through war, well, granted I did declare war on East Germany but now that I think back I believe I only did it for that idiot's approval. Gettin
[A/N: A little drabble of how Poland feels towards Prussia.]
Jerk
You cocky jerk. Insufferable, egotistical loudmouth.
I love you.
Why? I'm not sure really, given our history I should hate you like I hate. . .well, let's not talk about him. It's just me and you. It's been that was since the beginning. You were so adorable, those chubby-chubby cheeks with big ruby eyes. Your skin was paler than mine and snow white hair fell on your head softly. Such a cute child, I started calling you "Aniołek" because you were my little angel. . .then I took you home where you earned your, still rather affectionate, nickname "Diabełek" because
You might as well strap in, this is Polska's "I hate-" letter:
1. I hate when people assume I'm all about clothes and fashion. Heard of a hobby?
2. I hate when all I'm remembered for is being beat. I kicked everyone's ass at one point, they had to double team me to take me down.
3. I hate that Lithuania's being a jerk right now, or rather his people. He won't even talk to me about it though, not helping our personal relationship Liet.
4. I hate that Russia wants to get so close all of a sudden. It's super creepy.
5. I hate Russia. Period.
6. I hate that a lot of the people that I loved in the past left me. That's not cool.
7. I hate fa
I'm mostly lazy with a lazy scanner that hates me. I draw chibi's mostly but I draw pretty decent looking anime and manga characters. When my scanner starts working again I'll post some original artwork but in the mean time. Its motvivational posters and word play-ness! :D
Current Residence: Why stalker deviantWEAR sizing preference: Small or Large I like big clothes Print preference: Color? Favourite genre of music: Rock or Techno Favourite photographer: I don't have one yet Favourite style of art: Digital Operating System: PC~ MP3 player of choice: iPod but it's broken Shell of choice: ...umm sea? Wallpaper of choice: Fanservice stuff oh bby Skin of choice: Mine Favourite cartoon character: Bubbles from PPG Personal Quote: "Love me, hate me, at least I'm in your head."
Bluhhhhhh.
I just have this idea that I can't shake. Ok so Sawtooth (the robot that was built by Dirk Strider and it was stated in the comic that Dirk never really saw much of him), he presumably travels the world. But if he's travelling the world (which is flooded with an extremely limited population)... what the hell is he doing!???
I think that he's the Bard of Sound, yes the bots are being given God Tiers or at least I think they should. And he's fight the Imperial Robots with his awesome beats and whooping some major tail. He's supposed to be undefeated even if it means rhyme-wise and Dirk wouldn't dare make a robot without any combat
YOUR BOY SIDE:
[x] you love hoodies
[x] you love jeans
[ ] dogs are better then cats
[x] it's hilarious when people get hurt
[x] you've played with/against boys on a team
[ ] shopping is torture
[x] sad movies suck
[x] you own an XBOX
[ ] you own/owned a Wii
[x] you played with Hot Wheels as a little kid
[x] at some point in life you wanted to be a firefighter
[X] u owned a DS PS2 or Sega
[ ] you used to be obsessed with Power Rangers
[x] you watch sports on TV
[x] gory movies are cool
[ ] you go to your dad for advice
[ ] you own alot of baseball hats
[ ] you used to/do collect football collector cards
[x] baggy swea
[X] Gotten detention.
[x] Gotten your phone taken away
[ ] Gotten in school suspension
[ ] Got sent to the principal's office.
[x] Chewed gum during class.
[X] Gotten more than 8 tardies
[x] Didn't do homework over 3 times.
[ ] Turned at least 3 projects in late.
[X] Missed school cause you felt like it.
[x] talked too much and got kicked out of class.
[X] Got your mom/dad etc. to get you out of school.
[x] Text people during class.
[x] Passed notes.
[x] Threw stuff across the room.
[X] Laughed at the teacher
[x] Pulled down the fire alarm.
[x] MySpace, Facebook, etc. on the computer at school.
[x] Took pictures