|I swear I'm not usually this girly -snicker-|
Generations from nowIt won't be long until a little boy, laying on his bed, SnapChatting his friends between Candy Crush and Flappy Bird sessions, glances out the window.Generations from now by RedTearRiding
There will be an old man sitting on his porch across the street, reading a book. He'll look up at a younger man running down the street towards him.
The younger man will tap his wrist with his forefinger twice.
In a weathered voice the old man will call, "Ten thirty-two."
The younger man will give a thumbs up. He'll continue to run.
And this will remind the little boy of a question he keeps forgetting to ask. He wanders into the kitchen.
"Mom," he'll say. It's his mother week- he'd rather ask dad but he can't until Monday. "Mom, I have a question."
She'll turn her attention to him sweetly. "Yes, what is it?"
"Why do people tap their wrist when they want to know what time it is? They can just check their phone."
She'll laugh like a good mother does and sit him at the table. "I have a secret for you. When I was your age-"
"Oh, not this aga
Down the Rabbit Hole (Peter WhitexReader)Down the Rabbit HoleDown the Rabbit Hole (Peter WhitexReader) by vengefulamber
Your grandmother always kept rabbits with strange names. Some you saw the cleverness of- such as the friendly white rabbit called Peter- but some you never quite understood.
Peter was always your favorite, though, so you generally spent less time learning the reasons behind naming rabbits names like Boris or Ace.
It was always your job growing up to feed the rabbits and take care of the-- and during that time it seemed that Peter developed a liking to you. Your grandmother Alice was now unable to take care of the animals and her large manor, and decided to leave them to you, her only grandchild.
It was strange. The house was big and mostly empty- aside from large clocks and other bit of furniture that attempted to take up the space- but the backyard was crammed with a lovely rose garden that you had somehow managed to keep alive, despite your lack of a green thumb. Peter was still your favorite rabbit, and after a while the whole place was
Ambush (ItachixReader)AmbushAmbush (ItachixReader) by vengefulamber
Request for CheshireCaine
When you were younger, life was a game. Just something to pass the time while you waited for something greater.
You never really knew what that greater thing was, but you liked to think of some sort of a paradise where you could be with the people you loved.
Itachi never shared your sentiment- though he never told you it wasn’t true. He’d just look at you with those gentle, onyx eyes of his and leave it as it was.
Perhaps that was the first clue that he’d betray you.
The second was most likely his power and wisdom- it was almost destined.
But you wouldn’t believe it.
Not even when you turned 13 and he wasn’t there because he was on the run for slaughtering his whole clan.
Not when you passed the Chūnin Exam.
Not when you enrolled in ANBU or became one of it’s top members.
He was gone.
You used to cry over Itachi Uchiha.
You’d lay in bed and let the silent tears slip down the bridge o
Bitter (PrussiaxReader)BitterBitter (PrussiaxReader) by vengefulamber
“Gil? Hun?” you laughed a bit, trying to catch your boyfriend’s eye, “Why are you ignoring me?” His eyes were downcast and his expression was blank- something was wrong.
You touched a hand to his shoulder, only to have him throw it off. “Gilbert?” you whispered, shocked by the action.
“It’s over,” he mumbled, still not looking up.
Eyes widening, you felt your throat clench up and you were unable to breath correctly. “What do you mean?” you asked nervously, hoping that you had maybe missed something to clear things up.
He sneered, looking disgusted- at you?- and his crimson eyes finally met your own eyes. “I mean that it’s over. We are over.”
You stumbled back, his words slamming into you like a giant hammer. “But- why?”
Once again, he looked down. He wouldn’t answer you.
“Gilbert! Please, answer me. You owe me that much!” you shouted despe
Dear Stalker (2P!RomanoxReader)Dear StalkerDear Stalker (2P!RomanoxReader) by vengefulamber
Contest Entry for 2PHetalia-X-Reader
This was it.
You were going to be killed.
You tried your hardest to remain calm as you pressed in the number to the local authorities, but when a man loomed over you you felt the phone slip from your fingers.
“Oh, darling,” he purred, voice low and close enough to your skin to cause goosebumps to prickle on your flesh, “I know you weren’t about to do that.”
Swallowing hard, you squeezed your eyes shut. “What do you want from me?” you asked, voice shaking.
The man hummed, moving away from you slightly. “What do you mean?”
You turned to face him, slightly taken aback by how close the man’s lean body was to yours. “Why have you been following me around since I left the last store?”
His onyx eyes lit up in understanding, a soft chuckle shaking his shoulders slightly as one gloved hand reached up to cover his smirking lips. “Oh, I
Wow.. been a while. I got a job at a local
slaughterhouse meat processing plant so I've had basically no time for art. I'm trying but I have no inspiration ;_; So.. I hate to beg but.. anyone want to request something? I really want to draw people's teams from Pokémon X/Y, or any Pokémon really. It's freee~eeee~
Oh, and I'm also working on a few things, new characters and I'm thinking of revisiting old, so hopefully I'll have something new posted soon.