|donate some points for support, maybe I'm not as bad as I think|
I am trash, I love to much fictional things and people, I am over emotional yet have no emotions I promise a lot but I have done so little, AND my art style always changes, someone encourage me I don't want to become a murderer.....
~~~~I would rather be like Alex Hirsch and Rebecca Sugar.~~~~
"I am a serious artist and i only answer serious artist questions, i also dont wear shoes and am a piece of shit" ~Andy Biersack
Human! Bill Cipher X Reader ONESHOT
"Seven billion people in the world and you're overreacting because we killed one man"
"Now stop complaining and drink your smoothie."
You stared at the table and silently continued to sip your smoothie. The man sitting across from you had gave it to you. 'Consider it my little treat, for what you have done for me' he said. He made it sound as if killing another human being was common in his line of work. However, considering he is a demon it wouldn't surprise you much. "Dream demon" he corrected under his breath. You sighed, remembering he could read minds. You looked out of the window near you, trying to distract yourself from the deed you had just preformed. You, (f/n) (m/n) (l/n) had just killed a man. Why? So you could carry out your deal with the dream demon sitting across from you. Bill Cipher.
Not to long ago, he had stumbled onto you. Full of rage and seeked revenge. However, a crucial part of his plan required a human vessel. Of co
Hetalia x Reader - What Sex is Like(a/n)- OBVIOUSLY MENTIONS SEXUAL ACTS, AND SLIGHT SWEARING. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH EITHER, THEN MY ACCOUNT AND ITS CONTENT ARE NOT FOR YOU!
Italy: Romantic and passionate, he's definitely done this before.
Germany: Inexperienced at first, he's shy, but a bit rough once he gets into things.
Japan: Slow, as he's beyond nervous of letting anyone like this, even if it's you, and very sweet, as he tries to make you feel as good as he can with his extreme shyness.
Prussia: Fast, he picks the worst times to start, and rough, he can't control himself around you.
Romano: He may talk big, but he's really shy when it comes to this sort of thing. He's a giver in terms of love, trying to make you feel as loved and pleasured as possible, and he likes for you to be dominant more than he cares to admit.
America: He's a confident bottom. He feels dead sexy with someone inside of him (or with a girl riding him)
England: He may act like an uke in most things, but he's t
Hetalia Boys x Reader: How You Two HugAxis
Italy: His arms wrap around your neck, clinging onto you tightly
Germany: He wraps one arm around your shoulders and one around your waist, kind of awkward about it
Japan: When he has to, his arms are loosely around your waist, not wanted to make you feel awkward
Romano: Since he's taller, he bends down and nuzzles his face into your neck
Prussia(author-chan is ignorant and forgot he was part of the axis): Cheekily has his hands on your bum more often than not
America: His hand roam soothingly over your back in little circles, his head buried into your shoulder
England: Whenever you want a hug, he's always busy, so you have your arms around his neck/waist and he'll be typing, or writing, or reading.
France: Is super sweet and keeps his hands from wandering unless you give your okay. Then his hands will be rubbing up and down your back, massaging your shoulders, hands roaming your sides, thighs, pressing himself to you as
Hetalia x Reader Kissing AXIS
Italy: Flirty and gentle
Germany: Kind of slow, and a bit awkward, as he's not an expert in this area.
Japan: Shy and very sweet
Romano: Long and full of want
Prussia: Experienced and rough
America: Random and quick, always leaving you wanting more.
England: Slow and gentlemanly, he'd hate to make you uncomfortable.
France: Long and full of love and passion, he makes each kiss all about you.
Russia: Long and sweet, he's addicted to the feeling of his lips on yours.
China: Short and sweet, much like him. XD
Canada: Flirty and deep, his French side comes out each time.
NORDICS, YAS BOO BOO
Denmark: Soft and full of emotion, whether it be his happiness to see you, his adoration for you, lust, or even his frustrations from that day of work.
Norway: Much like his hugs, when he wants to kiss you, he waits for absolutely nothing. His kisses are distracting and light.
Iceland: Shy and slow. He still doesn't quite know what he's doing.
Sweden: Gentle, but still rough at the sa
Hetalia x Reader- SleepingNew little series thing I'm doing. Kinda like boyfriend scenarios, but in no specific order.
Germany: Wants to cuddle with you, but you usually end up falling asleep before he can gain the courage to ask you.
Italy: Extremely clingy, but still respectful of your boundaries. If you like to cuddle, he'll have his arms and legs wrapped snugly around you.
Japan: Won't touch you unless you initiate physical contact. Is a bit awkward about it, but will accept that you're not letting go.
Romano(that's right bitches, he's part of the Axis, damn pricks.) : Pretends he doesn't want to cuddle, until you're half asleep and probably won't remember him clinging to you like Veniziano.
America: Crushes you unknowingly from behind in an attempt to snuggle.
England: You both face the same way, holding hands.
France: No matter what, you always end up snuggled on top of him, limbs awkwardly intertwined.
Russia: Is ever careful not to crush or hurt you in any way, but you end up cu
A light shiver made it's way down your spine, as you felt someone's cold eyes peircing through your skin straight into your heart. Of course, there was only one person who could do that to you, and that was Natalia. She was...quite..different..in a few ways. Like she was always begging and trying to force Ivan into marrying her. Apparently she liked knives aswell, but in all honesty you didn't seem to care. You were utterly attracted to her, but that didn't mean she still didn't scare you.
"H-hi Natalia." you whimpered slowly, seeing her glare at you, as if she were about to just pounce at any second.
"Hello." her accent made you swoon. "What are you doing?"
The thoughts of her beautiful accent disappeared when she came closer, as your breath began to quicken. As she looked over your shoulder you gulped.
"Can I ask you some questions?" you ask quietly, hoping she wouldn't take it the wrong way. Heck, you just hoped she wouldn't kill you.
"Hmm, sure I guess." she sounded a little calmer
I'm not Calling you that!Norway x reader
You were at your friend Emil’s house. Emil and his strange family were your best friends. Since the moment all five of you met it was fate you were meant to be with one another. There was something that struck you peculiar though, Emil’s older brother Lukas wanted you to call him “big brother”. You rejected him of course, who in their right mind would call him that!? Emil flipped out on him too, which was highly unusual for him since he was so quite.
Anyway, you were at their house, but the only one home was Lukas. You two got along just fine, in fact you had a small crush on him, but... you were still curious about the big brother thing. You guys were watching (favorite show), you were cold so he was holding you in a hug, as you sat cuddled up on the couch. Lukas was considerate when he wanted to be and he was really handsome too you had to admit, just not out loud. Lukas was arrogant enough without you feeding his ego, and you wouldn
Norway x Reader ~Spellstruck~
It was cold, dark, and lonely. It had been a simple mistake. It was rare to see rabbits out of their winter burrows, and in your excitement, you had chased after it hoping you could catch it and show it to your parents.
Unfortunately, not only had you lost sight of the cleverly camouflaged creature in the blanket of snow, but you had gotten lost, yourself. Everything looked the same out here. There were no visible landmarks and no one out here to find you. You had gone far out of hearing range, and your throat already hurt from screaming for your mother. You would have cried, but your nose stung from the frost and your energy was completely drained.
“I’m going to die out here,” you sniffed. “I’m never going to see Mommy or Daddy again.”
“Child, what are you doing here?”
You gasped and looked up. There, kneeling in front of you, was a young man clothed with nothing more than a light tunic and a thin pair of pants—he was
Norway x Reader : wolf boy"Luuuuukas!" you call knocking on the said males door.
"come in!" you hear his voice telling you to enter.
you walk in, now you have been to his house plenty of times but you never really looked at the decor, so you stood in his hall staring at the walls.
"are you coming in or what?" you snap out of the mini trance and smile at Lukas.
"heh sorry just admiring your decor" you giggle.
He nods and walks to his bedroom, you in tow.
you sat on his bed watching him practice his spells, it was very fascinating! they way the magical swirls, swooped about around his hands.
"I'll be right back" he states with a straight face.
He must be going for the snacks.
Once he was gone, you couldn't help your self you went over to the spell books and read through them.
"heh this one looks cool" you giggle to yourself.
able to turn things into your desire!
you read over the words you had to say and turned to a plant close to the door.
you mumbled the spell and your hands started to glow, you