Howell's Hatafutte ParadeIn my right arm is a Pembroke CorgiHowell's Hatafutte Parade by JettwinsFan
In my left is a book
Let me teach you the Welsh consonants, it's a groesawgar parade
To a creative world of dolphins and dragons, croeso
Take your hands, make a circle, spin and that's the world
Advancing in my magic, I'm in perfect shape
My flag consists of Y Ddraig Goch on a green and white field
Swimming in Snowdonia is great, He-ta-li-a
"Care to try something from the Swansea market? Everything’s great there. There’s bound to be something you like."
Let me teach you the Welsh consonants, it's a groesawgar parade
Play your instruments, it's time to march.
If everyone at one-two makes the ensemble, the one and only song will be complete
Playing the ffliwt is me, Wales
“Yeah, it was big brother Dillon that taught me to play the flute”
Zipwiring is a must
When in doubt, do as the Romans do
A South Wales derby is always fun
We’re going to Powis Castle
Cymru am byth, Sheep are almost everywhere
Cymru am byth, Dragons can o
Misunderstood Hetalia Characters:iconthoughtfulprussiaplz: Prussia: People portray him as a player and a pervert. Okay, maybe he is perverted, but then again, most people are. Though, I can't see him a player and likewise because when he groped Hungary (when they were kids) he felt horrible afterwards, asking 'God' for forginess. (Though 'God' was all like; 'Pfft, too late, biotch!' and shit.) Plus, he truly is lonely, he teared up when seeing Hungary and Austria together. (Though, this could also be to the fact that Prussia might have a crush on Hungary, as seen in the Chibi Mascots with the title 'Unrequited' on Himaruya-san's blog.) He's also quite the nerd, feeling bed and refusing to eat foods and sweets with faces.Misunderstood Hetalia Characters by annalrk
:iconFranceLOLWutplz: France: He is NOT a rapist. Yes, he is touchy feely (and preverted) but that doesn't make him a rapist, guys. He believes love isn't something you should force upon people. Have you seen episode 5 (Though I May Depart, You
Scotland x Child!reader: Bedtime storyScotland x Child!reader: Bedtime story by Moonwolflove
Scotland x Child!reader
You couldn’t sleep.
Not with the howling wind outside and the occasional burst of thunder that could be heard in the distance. Not with the shadows that danced on your wall and the monsters that hid under your bed. And on top of that…there was no-one to tell you a bedtime story.
Normally there were plenty of people to ask. Yesterday there had been uncle Wynn, the day before yesterday there had been uncle Arthur. They all lived in the same house like you…well…actually…it were your mom and yourself that lived in their house…they had been kind enough to take you in, all those years ago, when your mother had found herself homeless on the streets of London, alone and pregnant.
But now, none of them were at home. They had gone out…presumably to grab a drink. And thus you had to do without a story. Oh, how hard that was!
You hid under the blankets when another clash of lightening burst through the night.
The Netherlands x Reader - Across the Street [P4]
You were like hypnotized, possessed. Your gait was robotic, your (s/c) features neutral. Your legs felt numb, as if blood had stopped flowing in them, yet they kept walking stubbornly. You had lost all sensation to the point that sometimes, you forgot about them, that they even were a part of you. Then, you would look down at them, and think they were weird, moving on their own this way, like if someone else were ordering them to. You found the thought creepy but strangely enough, you weren't scared. You weren't in danger, you simply knew it. You knew your legs were carrying you where you were meant to be...
Eventually, they froze.
You realised you knew that road, those fields, his fields as your (e/c) orbs roamed over the familiar patchwork of gleaming red, orange, yellow, white, blue, indigo and pink petals. Here was where you had always come running to release stress, or to breathe in the unique ambient perfume. The air was more pure (and chilly) out of town. Watching t
The Netherlands x Reader - Across the Street [P3]
Abel's heart had skipped a beat as your eyes plumbed his. It was as if an electric spark had run through each one of his muscles to contract them, clenching his jaw, furrowing his brows. From where you were standing, it probably looked like he was containing waves of anger. The light drizzle had turned into heavy rain, which soaked and glued his clothes to his skin. He felt naked though, so very naked, because at the moment, it seemed you were able to rummage in every corner of his soul, to unearth every single secret. This sole idea terrified the Dutchamn and his hands would have been shaking if they weren't balled into fists. He had lost his temper. By your fault.
His feet were urging him to run, however, with all the dignity he was able to gather, Abel only walked away quickly, pretending the rain was the cause of his fast pace. At first, he didn't have a destination, but he did know he had to get rid of all this fog of panick you had blowed in his wit. Exhaustion was the sol
The Netherlands x Reader - Across the Street [P2]
Your (e/c) orbs were locked on the grubby sachet. Each raindrop that fell onto it, rolled on the ribbon to finally drip on the pavement and splatter the plastic, soiling it further, weighed down your heart a little more. All the effort you had put into these confections, gone to waste. All your stupid hopes, shattered. Shameful sobs tried to make their way through your constricted throat. But you refused to cry, to believe nor admit you were responsible for this. So you angled your umbrella and turned your face to the sky, eyes closed, letting the rain stream down your (s/c) cheeks like your own tears would have.
On your left, you heard rushed steps on the wet pavement, coming in your direction, apparently. You didn't care. After all, it was your absolute right to stand here. Alone. In the rain. Crying, in a way. Motionless, you simply listened. The person didn't seem too pleased with the weather, judging by their unintelligible mumbling, which abruptly ceased at the same time as the s
The Netherlands x Reader - Across the Street [P1]
Your delicate hands clasped the mug, your forearms rested on the parapet of your balcony. The glacial metal was draining the warmth out of your body, while your strong coffee, too hot to be drunk yet, was conveying a burning but comforting feeling to your fingers. You rose the mug closer to your face, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the sensation of the humid cloud of vapor efflorescing your (s/c) features. You brought the black beverage to your lips, taking a careful sip of it. The bitterness filled your mouth, slightly altered, at the tip of your tongue, by the sweet aftertaste of the brown sugar cube you had added. Readjusting the (f/c) knitted plaid around your shoulders, you gazed up at the greyish morning sky. This weather really wasn't what you needed. Not inspiring at all. You lowered your purple circled eyes to the street. In early morning, few passers strolled down here. But among those strangers was somebody you knew all too well. Abel Mogens.
As odd as it may sound, you ha
Collide, NetherlandsxReader You were getting just warm enough so that the tips of your fingers didn’t buzz with that familiar cold you had met only minutes ago when you took a short walk to the nearby coffee shop. It had been your hope that the expensive coffee drink would have warmed you up enough so that you could just ignore the weather outside, however you had found out a little too late that not even a very large coffee could help to fight against the frigid weather outside.
You had cranked the heat up as much as your conscience and pocket book would allow, and you had just finished burying yourself under a few large blankets when you heard your door opening. The familiar sound of a key twisting and clicking in your sticky lock made you groan, leaning your head back onto your couch. A year ago, the creaking of your door opening when you weren’t anywhere near it would surprise you, possibly even send a jolt of fear down your spine at your not knowing who was coming into
~Do we even matter~ *Netherlands X Reader*~Do we even matter~
*Netherlands X Reader*
'Tim,I'm home!' it was the usual.
'And I brought someone with me!' that was the day the Dutch's male life changed forever.
"Tim?Are you ok?" the (h/c) asked as she tugged at the edge of the blonde's tan coat.
"Ja,I am.What were you saying again?" his voice shortly followed the question,hands in his pockets and the forest green gaze wandering everywhere except the female's small form.
"If you aren't okay with it,I'll tell Bella I'm not feeling well and you're free to go home!" a sigh escaped (Name)'s glossy lips,her head bowed to the paved alley which lead through the buildings.
"Don't!It's fine!" the male retorted,gaining a small nod from the (h/c) in sign of approval.
(Name) was aware of the fact that Timothy was a quiet person,words barely leaving his lips - but sometimes she felt as if he couldn't stand her presence and that it was getting on his nerves.She wouldn't even be surprised if the blonde was to snap at
Netherlands x Reader: Bad HabitsTim
“You should quit you know.”
As per usual, the only response you received was a noncommittal grunt, accompanied by another exhalation of wispy smoke as Tim held the cancer-stick between his lips. You sighed, resigning yourself to yet another failed attempt at convincing your friend to quit his bad habit. The was a time where you would have tried pleading with the older male, begging even, but after several years it had finally sunk in that such tactics were ineffective.
Tim was a family friend, one who had been a part of your life for as long as you could remember. When you were younger he was the big brother you’d never had; now, almost twenty years down the line, his place in your heart was far more exclusive. Of course, being six years your senior as well as your constant companion since he was eight, the blond man still viewed you as little more than a child.
This addiction of his had started in his mid-teens, a fact he’d sworn you to secrecy o
Papa!ScotlandxChild!Reader- Smoke Clouds"Daddy, Daddy!" you called as you skipped off the big yellow bus and onto the sidewalk, running over to your red haired father.
"There's me bonnie lass!" your father cried, scooping you up in his arms and twirling you around.
"Did you miss me when I was at school today, Daddy?" You asked him, tugging on his iron earring.
"Of course! Now, let's get home. I made you an after school snack."
"Yay!" You hugged him around the neck, "You're the best papa ever."
"Aye, lass. And don't you forget it."
Your father, Allistor, was sitting in his big leather armchair, enjoying his usual evening cigar. You were on the ground playing with your toys when a question popped into your head.
"Why do you smoke so much? Isn't it bad for you?"
"I smoke because it relaxes me. And who ever told you that it was bad?"
"My teacher says that smoking makes your lungs get all black and icky. She says that if you smoke for enough time you can get…. You can get can… canceh… cancer." You str
Father!ScotlandxReader::THAT Kind of DadTHAT Kind of Dad
Father!Scotland x Reader
Your father… YOUR father…oh that man was definitely a dad alright. And you were definitely your dad's little angel; his princess, baby, et cetera. That man was Alistair Kirkland and if anything were certain, if any boy laid a finger on you, that finger would be missing in a heartbeat. Your father, in other words, was the most stuck up, protective, condescending man on the planet, but…he was your father.
Your palms were sweaty, knees weak, and your nerves were in overdrive as you entered your house. It wasn't that you were scared of your father, no, it was the fact that you were scared for the boy that was to pick you up later. You hadn't mentioned your overprotective father to the poor soul because—well…isn't it obvious?
You walked through the hallway that led to the kitchen and then a sound you didn't want to hear had rung in the air.
"Good evenin' lass, 'ow was mah princess' day t'day?" he ask
Y Ddraig Goch: The Red Dragon
Snowdonia: Place in Wales
Swansea: Another place in Wales
Saint David’s Day: Celebrated on the first of March
Blair: My Edinburgh personification
I will never be the Autobot poster child. I'm a dirty, underhanded street brawler at heart and proud of it. The fact that my alternate mode and function as air support can keep me at a distance from combat infuriates me. I would rather use my rotors to gut a Decepticon from antenna to tailpipe than to fly. When I fight, I want to feel my enemies' fuel spraying across my steel skin. I do my job and do it darn well, but if there's a way to get my servos dirty in the process, you can bet your processor I'll find it. |
I can combine with my fellow Protectobots to form Defensor, Gaia Guardian or God Guardian.