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Although I'm not a big fan of this ship I'll say that this is pretty well drawn. I think it's cute and I love the art style. Not the fi...

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Edward Elric x Reader (fluff)
Edward hopped from building top to building top chasing after a malevolent troublemaker whom repeatedly brought havoc to a small town located in central. A chilling breeze blowing through the alchemist's golden locks as he dashed after the reported criminal, a deviant smirk graced his visage.
As he jumped from a roof and landed roughly on the pavement with his two feet, the aforementioned smirk that stretched across the teenager's tiers etched further and he'd laugh tauntingly at the offender. "Now I've got you!" Edward exclaimed clapping his gloved hands together.
A blue spark ignited and thin shrieks of electricity flashed as he transmutated a weapon; a metal staff to be exact. Holding the narrow piece of weaponry firmly betwixt slender digits the young state alchemist charged toward his opponent.
Screaming whilst impulsively rushing the fleeing ravenette running ahead the blonde failed to notice a steppingstone in his path and tripped up. The staff was ripped from Edward's grasp and
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Gundam x Reader - Happy New Year
The time was 22:45 and it was less than 2 hours before the new year arrived. Everybody at Hope's Peak Academy was attending a party surprisingly thrown by Monokuma, dancing the night away. Loud music provided by Ibuki blaring through the speakers, strobe lights illuminated the darkened gym where most, if not all, students remained.
Fuyuhiko and Peko were isolated from the rest but kept each other company in a corner while Kazuichi fruitlessly flirted with Sonia. As always, his shallow attempts to capture her attention was useless. Hajime, who was found sitting by Komaeda, appeared uncomfortable as he watched other students dance.
You however just stepped out the shower and were soon to prepare for the party. After drying yourself off, you walked into your room and sifted through your closet for something to wear. Pulling out a [color] dress and [color] bra and panties, you slipped the wear on with a few accessories included. Previewing your appearance, you stepped in front the rectangu
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Nagito Komaeda x reader - Anxiety
Nagito's fingertips smoothly slid along the surface of his bruised flesh; red and purple marks littering his abnormally pale skin. Nagito sat unaccompanied in a hospital bed, buried beneath the crisp and clean white sheets. Tending to his self inflicted, an unnerving smile lay unfazed upon his countenance as you entered.
    "You can't keep doing this." you said with a sigh. Nagito winced in pain at the slight annoyance tied to your voice but laughed nonetheless. "I'm sorry," he quickly apologized dabbing away at the discoloration repainting his skin. "Sometimes I just get so anxious I don't know what else to do?"
    A disbelieving huff elicits your tiers and (color eyes) looking into verdant orbs, you scowl. "You mean to tell me you get so anxious that you HURT yourself? I don't believe it." you grumble. A twitch in Nagito's lips faltered his smile and a small frown crossed his face. "Well that's kind of rude," he whined. "after all, I was concerned about you, (na
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Troublemaker (pt. 5)
30 minutes later to an hour you and Vincent finally lost the cops. Unable to return to your home (in order to keep them from knowing your location), you and Vincent crashed at a cheap, surprisingly clean hotel.
You sat on the edge of the bed with your elbows in your knees, your hands tangled in your messy, (h/c) hair. You peered down worriedly at the floor, your mind racing at the turn of events that was to follow after today. Finally looking up from the floor you raised an eyebrow at the purple man whom was checking himself out in the mirror.
Vincent was posing, flexing, and even wiggling his eyebrows at himself. Narcissistic bastard.
“What are you doing?” you asked and he winked into the mirror.
“Looking at my sexy face.” he replied.
You merely scoffed and looked away, rolling your eyes.
“Yeah whatever. Sexy my ass.”
“What was that ending with ‘my ass’?” Vincent asked and chuckled, threateningly close to your face. You shrie
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Teen!Utatane Piko x Teen!Reader (pt. 2)
Not long after the remnant performances ended had the strip club closed. A meeting being called, one in which Piko avoided to pack up, enabled the boy to finish planning his escape. Throwing a red towel, white rag and a few other accessories into his small suitcase Piko stopped at the door opening.
Slowly looking back to the unknown person entering, the VOCALOID paused. Blue-green eyes widened and heart made of metal seemingly racing in anticipation, Piko's mouth sat agape. Awaiting a loud shout and slap to the face, the 16 year old cringed in fear.
Taken aback by a hand resting softly atop his head Piko opened his eyes to see Namine smiling down at him. "So I see you're taking me up on my advice." came Namine's voice. Piko stared at him hesitantly before smiling back and nodding himself. "Yeah," he said rising from his knees. "I am."
"Well I wish you the best of luck." said the other VOCALOID. The silverette nodded at him once more as the redhead placed an assuring hand on his shoulde
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Saix x Reader (pt. 8) To Love Without a Heart
【 CHAPTER 8: Dollhouse 】
You were sitting at the small table in your room, drawing pictures of multicolored hearts and stars.
Hey girl, open the walls.
Play with your dolls.
We'll be a perfectly family.
Nothing but silence surrounded.
That silence was soon broke when the creaking sound of your door opening revealed a tall man with pink hair a sadistic smirk standing in its frame.
When you walk away, is really when we play.
You don't hear me when I say: mom, please wake up, dad's with a slut.
And your son is smoking canapus.
​“Hello, (name).” came a deep, unfamiliar voice.
You didn’t respond. Instead, you only looked to the figure almost painted with light until he completely entered your domain, eyes moderately widened in what looked as fear. The malicious smirk tugging at his lips etched further and a soft, unnerving chuckle escaped his lips.
No one ever listens,
This wallpaper glistens.
Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen.
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Eddie Gluskin x Reader - Darling (pt. 6)
2 hours after your kidnapping you wake to find yourself strapped to the same wooden table. Physically drained, you weakly look toward your left before the right, in search of the groom. He was nowhere to be seen, or at least in sight.
       A frail moan emits trembling lips and that all-too-familiar pain nagging at your body returned. Binds suffocatingly tight and silence growing more than suspicious, with your remnant energy you yanked at the restraints.
       With every attempt you'd grunt in agony at the hindrance reminding you of your limitations. Despite this you continued to thrash around until finally, your lower restraints fell loose and your feet were free. Success! you mentally cheered. Now if I can just get these-
       "Darling~!" rang Eddie's voice. You cringed at the resonating echo.  "I'm back, and I've brought some toys I can play with in our little game of doctor. I've always been a fan of surgical gam
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Teen!Utatane Piko x Teen!Reader (pt. 1)
A light escaped throughout the passages if Piko's thin, chapped lips and he looked to the mirror with a charming smirk; an oceanic blue hue aligned perfectly with a glistening green. Pinkish-purple blush painting over pale cheeks followed by fake eyelashes layered top and bottom.
Despite the flashy smirk accompanied with popping pink lip gloss and conceited mien, a brokenhearted boy.
“10 minutes until showtime!” came a gruff voice behind the sparkling red curtains. Piko simply nodded and tucked his long, flowing white hair beneath a sexy blue wig tipped with green.
“I don’t want to do this anymore.” Piko whispered, shame and sadness transfixing in his mix-matched orbs. A hand found its way to Piko’s shoukder and standing behind him was his coworker, and friend. Looking back with moderately widened eyes, Piko was going met with a saddened smile.
“You don’t have to do this.” said Namine. Piko quirked an eyebrow in confusion. “I
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Saix x Reader (pt. 7) To Love Without a Heart
Shortly after Marluxia’s return, Axel and Roxas appeared next.
Stepping into the halls of the castle through the corridor, Axel looked to Roxas with a weary expression.
“Oh man, I dont think I’ve worked this hard in my life.” said Axel groaning. Roxas, who nodded in agreement, flashed the pyromaniac a look of exhaustion.
​“You can say that again.” the blonde croaked.
​“Well I hate to break it to ya’ but I actually have to go. See ya!” said Axel quickly disappearing into another summoned corridor.
​“Axel, wait!” Roxas called and reached after him, only to be left unaccompanied. ​“No. . . proper goodbye?”
​“Why say goodbye when he’s soon again to say hello?​” came a familiar voice. Roxas raised an eyebrow and turned to face the other nobody, slightly frowning.
​“Demyx? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be on a mission or something?
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Troublemaker (pt. 4)
You and Vincent drove around for a while searching for a place to eat out at. Despite the discomfort you felt, aware to it even, Vincent continued to smile and rub your leg throughout the drive. The intolerable shudders you gave in reply to the purple man’s touch encouraged his perverted actions, irking you terribly.
Other than your enticing looks what’s his motivation for this? What’s the game behind the madness? You couldn’t think straight with his hand gliding up and down your thigh, getting closer and closer to your private area until finally-
“VINCENT!” You screamed and slapped his hand away when he tried sneaking it up your dress. He chuckled softly and put his hand back on the steering wheel.
“Heh, I knew you weren’t easy.” he said and a silence fell over you both.
“Im sorry, excuse you?!” You barked with a deep blush. The purple man laughed at your reaction and shook his head, quickly fanning you off.
“Noth
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I don't understand why people feel the need to steal? No, this journal isn't specifically about me but yes, I have been robbed before. My overall issue is theft in general. If you have a roof over your head, a cellphone in your hand, and a decent bed to sleep in, why do you feel the need to steal? If you can afford a house or an expensive iPhone, you have no right to steal. If you're not stealing for a plausible reason; something like medication because you can't afford it but you really need it, then what's your purpose?

I'm texting my best friend and he's venting to me about a conversation he overheard. Apparently two women on the bus are openly talking about they stole money from an old man, and are laughing about it. How is that funny and why is that something to be proud of? I don't understand people - I don't understand humans. It's making me mad because if somebody stole something from them then I'm pretty sure they'd be pissed. If you don't want somebody doing something to you then why do it to others? That doesn't make sense.

On top of that, they think it's cute. They think it's cute to steal from others and that it's okay, just because it's them. Hearing something like this is seriously appalling and it's one of the reasons why I'm a misanthrope. And while I hate wishing bad things upon people, I hope one day they experience what it's like to have something valuable taken from them. You don't just steal from someone, and on top of that LAUGH about it because they were too elderly to notice. That's beyond messed up.
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    "So why exactly are we going back this way knowing sir Gluskin is there, waiting to shove knives up our ass holes?" you inquired. Waylon bit back a chuckle as Miles scoffed at the inquiry. "We're going back because I have the key to the exit," he said. "the exit's back this way."
   

    "We're going to enter the male ward, sneak past Gluskin, get to the exit and get the hell out of here." Waylon added upon regaining composure. You turned to Miles to see the other brunette nodded his head. "That's the plan." he says. "Now be quiet, we're not far from the hall's entrance."
   
    You rolled your eyes and fell silent, approaching the corner with Miles and Waylon. Holding the camcorder up to his eye and looking through the cracked and partially broken lens, not a variant was in sight. "The coast is clear." he says. "Come on." he adds tiptoeing into the darkness.
   
    "Stay close to me." Waylon whispered. You nodded your head and blushed lightly, gently grabbing onto the tattered piece of fabric hanging halfway off his forearm. An ominous silence embellished the atmosphere and you shuddered.
   
    Miles continued up ahead but paused at another darkened hallway. Looking to the battery life on his camera, which blinked and was red, the brunette groaned. "Damn, dead battery. You got a spare, Waylon?"

    "Yeah, I do." the journalist replied pulling 3 batteries from his pocket. Miles took one and gave a quick thanks. "Give me a second," he grumbled creeping toward the shadows. "You two wait right there." And so you did. You both stood and watched Miles enter the abyss.
   
    "Hey (name), are you okay?" Waylon asked. You nodded your head and forced a smile. "Yeah, I am." Waylon returned the smile and nodded back. Good. He thought. We're going to get you out of here, (name), just try to hold on.
   
    Breaking Waylon from thought was the sound of Miles screaming. Almost screaming yourself, Waylon instantly grabbed your hand before turning on his heel to run. "What are you doing?!" you shrieked. "We have to go back and save Miles!"
   
"I'm sorry (name) but we can't do that!"
   
"And just why not?!"
   
"Because what ever got him, got him!"
   
"We can fight it!"
   
"No we can't!"

    "Waylon!" You hissed and stopped abruptly. The journalist looked to you with an angry expression. "If that were you back there you'd want me and Miles to fight for you, RIGHT? So why leave him?!"
   
    "(NAME) LOOK! I know we shouldn't have left Miles but what other choice do we have? We can't fight whatever the hell got him? What's got him, has him, and there's nothing we can do about it. I'm sorry..."
   
"But...?"
   
    "I have to get you out of here, (name). Even if it's the last thing I do..."
An awkward silence followed subsequent Waylon's statement. The obvious heartfelt emotion exclaimed in every word tugged at your heart strings and you frowned at the brunette.

"Please," came Waylon's voice. "can we please go so we can get the fuck out of here?"
   
    "...yes." you muttered.

    "THERE'S MY DARLING!"
    "Huh?!"
    "(NAME)! LOOK OUT!" Waylon screamed. Before you could react you felt the weight of an object smash over your head and everything went black.
   

    Blurry vision coming to a standstill you scanned your surroundings to look down and find yourself tied up to a wooden post. "Finally awake I see. Glad you could join me for a drink." said Eddie with a smile, pouring an unknown substance into small, rusted tea cups. The dimly lit lights barely illuminated the tint of brownish-red liquid discharging into the containment.
   
    You cringed at the sight and tried to tug at your restraints but a sharp pain shot throughout your body and you grunted. (color) eyes darting down at your lower half, a large gash in your side was spotted. "I wouldn't move too much if I were you darling, you're still healing."
   
    What the hell did he do to me?! You shrieked internally and moaned in pain. The groom hummed gleefully as if your suffering was music to his ears, though much to your dismay, it was. "You're probably wondering what happened but I'll explain in just a bit."
   
    Eddie rose from the old chair he sat in and approached you with a threateningly warmer smile. After adjusting your restraints, he fixed the ruffled edges of your wedding dress and placed a rose in your matted hair. "There. All beautiful, like a little girl again."
   
    Where the hell did this dress come from?!
   
"I was going to cut you up and make you beautiful but thinking about those ungrateful whores I've tried to make beautiful and how things didn't work out, I decided not to, because you're already beautiful as is, darling. You seem better than those sluts, by the way."
   
    Is that supposed to be a compliment? You thought peering in pure disgust at the variant with an arched eyebrow. "You and I are about to be married," Eddie said after a short pause. You barely had the energy to gag. "and after the ceremony when I'm your husband, I promise, I'll be a different man."
   
Is this asshole serious right now?
   
    "God you look so beautiful." the groom complimented growing teary eyed. Is he really about to cry? "I can't wait to have children with you darling. The day our children ask of our ceremony is the day I live for, and if I wasn't sure you'd be the one to complete me, i'd kill you."
   
    "Please, let me go." you whined. The variant looked at you with soft, azure eyes. It was then his short lived, psychotic chuckle that followed sent shivers down your spine. "Oh no, I'm not letting you out of my sight again. You and your swinish eyes can't fool me anymore darling."
   
Swinish...
   
    "Now let's dance." chimed the groom walking over to a small record player.
What the hell?
   
    Placing a beaten up, slightly broken and scratched record on the damaged recorder, I Want a Girl began to play. "This one's a classic!" He beamed joyously. "Now come, dance with me!" he exclaimed excitedly releasing you from the restraints. He instantly pulled you against his chest and paused.
   
    "Now darling, try to leave me again and I'll fucking stab you twice." Eddie seethed through clenched teeth. You responded with a simple nod and flashed the variant an assuring smile, slightly tilting your head toward the side. "Understood."
     
    How the fuck do I get out of this one? You thought as Eddie began stepping with you. Where's Waylon? Is he okay? Dammit, I need to find them! "You seem a little distracted darling, is everything fine?" inquired the groom. You meekly nodded.
   
    "Everything's fine," you answered. "I just don't know how to dance very well..."
   
"Here, let me teach you, and soon, you'll dance like a pro."
   
Hold on Waylon, I'm coming
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    What’s it like having mental illness? Well, it depends on which mental illness you’re inquiring about. There’s a spectrum of mental illness you know. However, if you want to know what it’s like to have depression, anxiety, BPD[1] and suffer from self harm… I can tell you about that.

    Having depression isn’t just experiencing lethargic moments or being “lazy.” It isn’t just being “extremely sad” as some people describe it. It’s living in a body with a mind that wants to quit. It’s not having energy to get out bed because all you can do is think about dying.

    And not everyone who’s depressed is suicidal, but the majority are. What does it feel like having anxiety? It’s that little feeling you get in your stomach when tipping your chair back and nearly falling, but you don’t. Imagine feeling like that every second of the day, accompanied by things like sweating, overwhelming nervousness, paranoia and more.


    Imagine being perceived as crazy or insane, just because you have lines running down your arms and thighs. Which brings me to my next thing. Self harm. Have you ever walked into an unfamiliar place and everyone stared at you as if you’re naked? That’s what it’s like barring scars on your flesh the days you wear short sleeves.

    You can feel the eyes of strangers, and maybe even loved ones feasting their unwelcoming stares upon the lacerations embedded in your skin. If you’re sensitive, this is enough to trigger your anxiety and potentially cause an anxiety attack.


    Some days you feel fine, most days you don’t. You spend most your time isolating yourself from others and creating excuses as to why the scars on your arm doubled in size and deepened in infliction. “The cat did it.” is a common lie for pet owners.

    Trying to explain why you’re depressed is never easy because you’re told things like “you’re too young to be depressed” or it’s passed off as “sadness.”

    Sadness lasts a time period of 5 to 10 minutes. Anything more is emotionally self damaging. Often fatigue, lack of motivation, suicidal thoughts, self harm urges or unexplained “sadness” are signs of depression. Not many people know this. Last but not least, what’s it feel like to have Borderline Personality Disorder?

It’s a mix of things.

    It’s more than just depression, self harm and anxiety. It’s being emotionally unstable. It’s being either under-reactive or over reactive, no in between. It’s living in a world painted in black and white with no grey. It’s not knowing who you are or what you are. It’s being mentally, emotionally and sometimes even physically conflicted.

    It’s like living but you’re not really alive. An everyday, internal struggle between heart and mind is fought. And in silence, you suffer. The littlest things trigger you and you have to pretend that you’re fine, or if you’re on the really impulsive side, you have episodes. Enough episodes to be called a season.

It’s an awful, unwanted feeling. But it’s something you have to live with until you either get better or get used to the numbness.


    There’s people in the world who don’t even
believe in mental illness for “religious reasons”, which is a pity. If you’re having an anxiety attack, people say you’re being over dramatic. If you reach out for help about your self harm, they say you’re an attention seeker. You just can’t win no matter what.

    But what’s wrong with a little attention? As humans is that not what we need? We thrive off attention and social interaction. It’s what makes us…
us. But as someone struggling from all these different illnesses, receiving attention or even knowing someone’s aware of my troubles, makes me feel like a burden.

    Detriment as is, this only adds to the stress. That’s why people like me bottle it up and pretend to be fine and cry it out in the heat of the moment or later alone at night. You develop trust issues and continue to grow distant from those around you.

    You lose sight of reality and what really matters, and convinced by the voices that it’s better to hurt yourself as nobody don’t care, you do it without
actual conscious. But sometimes, we don’t lose sight of reality. We know what’s reality; our reality, and that’s why we do it. Some people recover and others don’t. You can’t help everyone. You can’t save them all.

  • Listening to: When I'm With You - Mystery Skulls
  • Reading: College Assignments
  • Eating: Chewy Granola Bar
  • Drinking: Water
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I don't understand why people feel the need to steal? No, this journal isn't specifically about me but yes, I have been robbed before. My overall issue is theft in general. If you have a roof over your head, a cellphone in your hand, and a decent bed to sleep in, why do you feel the need to steal? If you can afford a house or an expensive iPhone, you have no right to steal. If you're not stealing for a plausible reason; something like medication because you can't afford it but you really need it, then what's your purpose?

I'm texting my best friend and he's venting to me about a conversation he overheard. Apparently two women on the bus are openly talking about they stole money from an old man, and are laughing about it. How is that funny and why is that something to be proud of? I don't understand people - I don't understand humans. It's making me mad because if somebody stole something from them then I'm pretty sure they'd be pissed. If you don't want somebody doing something to you then why do it to others? That doesn't make sense.

On top of that, they think it's cute. They think it's cute to steal from others and that it's okay, just because it's them. Hearing something like this is seriously appalling and it's one of the reasons why I'm a misanthrope. And while I hate wishing bad things upon people, I hope one day they experience what it's like to have something valuable taken from them. You don't just steal from someone, and on top of that LAUGH about it because they were too elderly to notice. That's beyond messed up.
  • Listening to: When I'm With You - Mystery Skulls
  • Reading: College Assignments
  • Eating: Chewy Granola Bar
  • Drinking: Water

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Luna-Raeh Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2016  Student Digital Artist
Gave you a llama to help you in this tragic times
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PrussiaDesu Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you. I sincerely appreciate it. 
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YW :)
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I gave you a llama badge back
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Danny-the-Hedghog Featured By Owner Edited Jul 13, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
OMGsqueeAPH Prussia tackle hug Bro hug  Thankies for the +watch  senpai!!!Love in the Air ~hug lifes' completehug 
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PrussiaDesu Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
You're much welcomed frau, kesesesese~
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Squee!!! APH HRE Squee APH HRE Squee APH HRE Squee 
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Danny-the-Hedghog Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
 HORRY SHEETU YOU LOVE HETALIA TOO?  YAY America (The Hero) [V2] APH America: Sparkle Glasses YOUNorth Italy Talking Icon  HAVE MY FRIENDSHIP FOREVERItaly (Free Hug) [V2]  ^^Emoji32 Emoji02 Emoji06 Emoji08 
Deserves a +WatchEmoji06 Emoji08
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PrussiaDesu Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA yeah i am actually not into hetalia anymore but i'll still take that friendship and watch though
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