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The Popstar and the Paparazzi (Nyo!S.Korea/Nyo!HK)Wei Qi adjusted the zoom setting on her camera while she crouched in a bush outside of the hotel where world-famous kpop star So Young was staying. She was hoping to snap a few pictures to sell for money. So Young had quite an obsessive fanbase; one of her fanboys would pay wads upon wads of cash for a photograph to drool on. Yikes. Gross. The only thing more revolting than that that Wei Qi could think of was the feeling of sweat-soaked clothes sticking to her skin. And, sadly, that was happening to her right now. She cussed under her breath as she felt the wet, smelly fabric of her tanktop between her thumb and forefinger.The Popstar and the Paparazzi (Nyo!S.Korea/Nyo!HK) by *DrinkTeaWithWolves
Hong Kong was in the middle of summer, and the sun was burning hot on her exposed shoulders. It was not a comfortable or enjoyable feeling at all. Just when she thought she was going to fall over dead of sunstroke, an alll-too familiar laugh sounded in front of her. Wei Qi pushed a few branches out of her face before positioning the camera lense so that So You
Strangeness and Charm- Aradia/Sollux for Ana "AA, why are we hanging out in a graveyard on Christmas Eve anyways? Don't people normally spend this time with their family-" Sollux Captor cut himself off before he could say anything more. Of all the stupid things to say to Aradia Megido, he had to think of that. And with his dumbass lisp too. He mentally slapped himself across the face. Anyone who knew Aradia even a bit knew that she had problems getting close her sister and mother, both of whom were a little too rebellious for Aradia to ever connect with.Strangeness and Charm- Aradia/Sollux for Ana by *DrinkTeaWithWolves
Aradia lifted her head, stirred out of her thoughts by the all-too-familiar lisping voice that belonged to her best friend Sollux. A sketchpad, containing a half-finished drawing of the gravestone in front of her, lay on her lap as she smiled softly at him. "It's fine. Death is cool. You're cool." And with that, her almond-shaped brown eyes were back on her sketchbook, her pencil moving up and down the paper.
Sollux let out an exasp
Fluffy Pajamas and Classical Music Title: Fluffy Pajamas and Classical MusicFluffy Pajamas and Classical Music by *DrinkTeaWithWolves
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Switzerland/Austria, Liechtenstein
If you had told Switzerland that he would be standing outside of Austria's door, clad in nothing but the frilly pink pajamas his sister had sewn him, he would have thought you were crazy. If you had added on that it was the middle of winter and that he was going to confess his undying love for the man he had hated for years, he would have insisted that you be put in an asylum. However, here he was, about to do so. Why? That was a long story...
It had all started with a single comment from Liechtenstein. "Brother, why does Mr. Austria make you so angry?" she'd asked. He had tried to come up with an answer, but he couldn't. All he could do was stare at her, choking on words dying to escap
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Curves - 1/?
The Child is one of Rome's.
He does not trust the Child, if only because the Child is one of Rome's.
He remembers Rome, far too well. He remembers fruitlessly attacking the plate armor only to be thrown against a tree; remembered his mother screeching obscenities and laid curses and swore oaths as the knife was pressed to his neck and she leapt upon Rome like a wolf.
He heard a rumor that Rome was raised by wolves. He speaks and acts as they do, but alone and fearful, plotting and fidgety. No wolf can kill Rome.
But he does not trust the Child-belonging-to-Rome, he does not want the Child on his land and he does not wish to ever see another Child of his own kind, barring, perhaps, his brothers to the west and south. He hadn't seen Áed in what felt like forever, and Lugubelenus has been missing since Arth first ran to Mother, sobbing, bleeding, and sending each of them into a panic.
Arth had been there that day, watching; Arth safe meters away while he was struggling and bit
Warning: This contains cursing, biased history, at least implied homosexuality, people getting sick and tired of researching the Hundred Years War, and things being entirely too long to be completely accurate. Because fuck short things.
Gallia did not like this island.
He did not like the way the hills rose up into mountains and he did not like the way the sky broke open in constant rain. He did not like the cold and dreary mist that suffocated the mornings and he did not like the darkness that blanketed the earth, as though the trees somehow blocked the sun from the soil.
Most of all, Gallia did not like Britannia. And he did not like Britannia's face, and he did not like Britannia's voice, and he especially did not like Britannia's crying when Gallia refused to go North on his island.
Gallia also did not like being so far away from his mother and home. If his mother had been there when Britannia began to weep, she would've know how to mak
Hi, this is the first time I've been on dA for weeks, and the first journal for months. I'm really sorry!
I haven't been doing much on here, and I've even stopped posting my fanfiction on here. Why? Well, to be honest, I'm losing all interest in dA and if I didn't have a premium account still, I'd've left back in March! I do plan to leave once this premium runs out, but that's not until December.
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I guess I'll tell all of you about cosplay plans, because wth you all need SOMETHING to let you know that I didn't die or go into the coma for the past few months.
also, my mom's laptop is broken so I might not be on here very much until it's fixed. Gomen!