That. That moment when you see all the art you made when you were younger.
Also, since I'm currently enrolled and studying, I'll be free from Friday to Monday!
For the most part, at least. ;;
heeeeeere's a bioName: Mira. Just Mira.heeeeeere's a bio by PataponFlameAngel
• Alias/Nickname(s): The bounty huntress, blue ring of death, the stick in the mud.
• Main/Primary Language: Patanese
• Secondary Language(s): None.
• Voice: Mostly dead, but there are moments where her speech does adjust in tone.
Gender: Female (♀)
Sex: Female (♀)
Date of Birth: November 15th
• Star Sign: Scorpio (♏)
• Hair Colour: Blue
• Height: leaning on the small side
• Weight: a bit light for her height
• Health Issues: Mostly just some dull pain in her right shoulder, but otherwise nothing. Unless her personality and mindset can be considered one.
Her red dress, dark blue vest/hoodie thingy, and black leather boots and gloves. Also has a black cloak in storage.
Dominant Hand: Right
Background: Used to have rich parents, a rich brother, and a rich
I Have Seen the Unspeakable (England X Reader)I Have Seen the Unspeakable (England X Reader) by xXSilveretteRoseXx
He smelt of Earl Grey tea and secretive, dusty, mystical spellbooks. Surrounded by the unmistakable scent of musty, century-old, unpredictable magic and strange, hazardous, bubbling potions that never seemed to perform the act they were brewed for. The fragrance of his national flower, the gorgeous Tudor rose, along with the marigolds he liked to grow in his enchanting garden. The calming smell of the foaming sea and its salty, tangy air; the familiar trace of alcohol, rum and ale, here and there. Scones and treacle tarts and custards and trifles; desserts of all kinds he could never prepare himself mixed with the ever-present delicious aromas of the teas he admired so. A tiny whiff of cigarette smoke, along with a fresh, cool breeze of London air, saturated with routine rain.
Odd, different, and unique—the fragrance that hung about him was one beyond words for you to accurately describe. It left you dazed and craving for more; a single breath would have you basking
Hero for One, AmericaxReaderSurrounded, in the thick of itHero for One, AmericaxReader by Driftingnotes
Nowhere to run away, not today
Outnumbered, that's the trick of it
No more to lose, and so here we go now
Don't turn around, we wanna show
Time has run out, don't let us down
You pressed your nose into the fabric of your boyfriend's t-shirt, taking a few deep breaths. Your fingers dug into his shirt as well, wrinkling the fabric as it balled in your fists.
You felt his muscular arms wrap around your waist, holding your close to his toned chest, his fingers weaving themselves into your hair."Hey, it's okay, babe," you heard him mutter near your ear, planting one of his firm kisses on your temple, seeing as it was one of the few patches of skin available for him to kiss.
You wouldn't allow yourself to breathe shakily. You had always hated to show any sort of weakness, even if you were around people who you cared about. You hated to be considered just some princess, some delicate little flower who couldn't tak
I suppose I am supposed to be considered 'kami' to the patapons... however, I would prefer to be called Tsubasa... or at least that is what I think it is. I had forgotten after so many years have passed, so don't blame me for forgetting so much. I happen to have my shuriken if tempted to help anyone who happens to be in serious danger and needed most in battle, or just to find out people called me so I can help start some campfire. -_-;
(Oh and I'm also lightofanangel, so don't say I'm stealing or something.)