Alfred looked through a crack in the door, wincing as another knife hit the wooden surface. “I hate Belarus!” Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, his twin sobbed pitifully while hiding under the conference table.
“I-I hate her too…” Poor Matthew let out a loud squeak of fear as another knife buried itself in the carpeted floor not far from where his hand had previously been resting.
“Francis, get out of there!” Arthur stood back further from the door than Alfred, hoping his fiancé could hear him over the sounds of the other nations’ terrified cries. It was anyone’s guess as
It had been hours since the strange events of the G8 meeting, the fact that Belarus had invited herself now seemed normal compared to the other events. England sat by his unconscious boyfriend, waiting for him to wake up. An idea popped into his head, a very clichéd idea, but it was all he could think of that might wake Francis. Arthur leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, and then pulled back. Francis’s eyes slowly opened as he woke up, which left Arthur slightly concerned that he’d have to constantly be the knight in shining armor. Francis suddenly shot up in his bed, squealing girlishly at something acros
"And my fortune cookie says, 'Flattery will go far tonight…'" Francis laughed softly, hoping that this was the truth. He had already had a … difficult week. His boyfriend, the seemingly ever hostile Arthur Kirkland, had proven to be quite a handful, and not at all easy to seduce. Already Francis had been subjected to several beatings with those spontaneously appearing bats, which was bad enough considering the damage it had done to his gorgeous face, but the previous night had been the worst torture of all. Don't get him wrong, Francis truly did love his British boyfriend, but there were times when he wished Arthur was… well, less Arthur
Harry Potter Prompt 22: Original by Rinzlerkitty94, literature
Literature
Harry Potter Prompt 22: Original
"So, which twin am I?" They asked together.
"Fred?" Said George.
"Or George?" Said Fred.
The twins were relentlessly tormenting their slightly older brother, Percy. He sighed in irritation, pointing to the twin who spoke first. "You are George." Then the second, "And you are Fred. You can't trick me."
"You're one of few." They spoke in unison, as was usual. Percy sighed again as the twins hurried off to torment someone else. Or so Gryffindor's prefect thought.
Instead the twins had crept out of Hogwarts to wander around the grounds; despairing over the sad fact that only Bill, Charlie, and Percy could tell them apart.
"Not even Mum and
Harry Potter Prompt List by Rinzlerkitty94, literature
Literature
Harry Potter Prompt List
Alright guys, so I started my own random Harry Potter prompt meme thing last year after I finished reading the series, and I would really like some feedback on the ones I have finished so far. I'm going to let you choose which letter I give you after I have posted the first one. Oh, it was an alphabet meme. It has a variety of pairings, genres, and ratings, and all will be one-shots. Some one-shots will follow canon, some will not. Many will contain my own random theories, but I only used said theories to fit the prompts, like I know Nagini was never a human, but I needed her to be for a few of my prompts, so in those she will be. Everywhere
I feel lost, like I'm falling head first into blackness,
And nothing I do can slow this fall,
I never knew I was this weak,
I guess I'm not so strong after all.
I don't know why I'm so defeated,
Only that my path is hidden from me,
And each breath I take draws me far away,
Each step I take is away from the person I'm supposed to be.
I need someone to notice my pain,
And see it for what it is,
I'm scared on screwing up my life,
And this all feels so meaningless.
I feel like my purpose was lost somewhere along the way,
Because this pain, it isn't Zacha,
It isn't me, this shouldn't be,
But I'm falling too hard for my landing to
Drip, drip, drip, it falls, Down, down, down my arms,
Slow, slow, slow, it stalls, Soft, soft, soft come harms,
Now, now, now, I bend, Quick, quick, quick, my head,
Hush, hush, hush, they say, Come, come, come, away,
Fast, fast, fast, it pours, Cross, cross, cross, the floors,
Why, why, why, I asked, How, how, how, time passed,
Quiet, quiet, quiet, I lay, Still, still, still, my veins,
Beat, beat, beat, is gone, Death, death, death, has come.
Drip, drip, drip, it falls, Down, down, down, my eyes,
Slow, slow, slow, it rains, Clap, clap, clap, it bangs,
Flash, flash, flash, so bright, Quick, quick, quick, the lights,
Hush, hush,
Fallen Angel Reprise by Rinzlerkitty94, literature
Literature
Fallen Angel Reprise
What is your story, you faceless fallen creature?
Where did you go wrong, former agent of salvation?
Following the lead of mindless, soulless power,
Mislead to believe those lies could get you somewhere.
Fallen guardian of Heaven, former Angel of Glory,
Whisper in my ear of the past, please tell me your story.
Does your heart still break when you remember
The day you made the choice to betray our Savior?
Fallen guide of souls, former Keeper of Pearly Gates,
Where you are now, is it worth the pain?
Whisper in my ear of the past, please tell me your story.
Fallen guardian of Heaven, former Angel of Glory.
Can you see the Gates of He
Alfred looked through a crack in the door, wincing as another knife hit the wooden surface. “I hate Belarus!” Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, his twin sobbed pitifully while hiding under the conference table.
“I-I hate her too…” Poor Matthew let out a loud squeak of fear as another knife buried itself in the carpeted floor not far from where his hand had previously been resting.
“Francis, get out of there!” Arthur stood back further from the door than Alfred, hoping his fiancé could hear him over the sounds of the other nations’ terrified cries. It was anyone’s guess as
It had been hours since the strange events of the G8 meeting, the fact that Belarus had invited herself now seemed normal compared to the other events. England sat by his unconscious boyfriend, waiting for him to wake up. An idea popped into his head, a very clichéd idea, but it was all he could think of that might wake Francis. Arthur leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, and then pulled back. Francis’s eyes slowly opened as he woke up, which left Arthur slightly concerned that he’d have to constantly be the knight in shining armor. Francis suddenly shot up in his bed, squealing girlishly at something acros
"And my fortune cookie says, 'Flattery will go far tonight…'" Francis laughed softly, hoping that this was the truth. He had already had a … difficult week. His boyfriend, the seemingly ever hostile Arthur Kirkland, had proven to be quite a handful, and not at all easy to seduce. Already Francis had been subjected to several beatings with those spontaneously appearing bats, which was bad enough considering the damage it had done to his gorgeous face, but the previous night had been the worst torture of all. Don't get him wrong, Francis truly did love his British boyfriend, but there were times when he wished Arthur was… well, less Arthur
Harry Potter Prompt 22: Original by Rinzlerkitty94, literature
Literature
Harry Potter Prompt 22: Original
"So, which twin am I?" They asked together.
"Fred?" Said George.
"Or George?" Said Fred.
The twins were relentlessly tormenting their slightly older brother, Percy. He sighed in irritation, pointing to the twin who spoke first. "You are George." Then the second, "And you are Fred. You can't trick me."
"You're one of few." They spoke in unison, as was usual. Percy sighed again as the twins hurried off to torment someone else. Or so Gryffindor's prefect thought.
Instead the twins had crept out of Hogwarts to wander around the grounds; despairing over the sad fact that only Bill, Charlie, and Percy could tell them apart.
"Not even Mum and
Harry Potter Prompt List by Rinzlerkitty94, literature
Literature
Harry Potter Prompt List
Alright guys, so I started my own random Harry Potter prompt meme thing last year after I finished reading the series, and I would really like some feedback on the ones I have finished so far. I'm going to let you choose which letter I give you after I have posted the first one. Oh, it was an alphabet meme. It has a variety of pairings, genres, and ratings, and all will be one-shots. Some one-shots will follow canon, some will not. Many will contain my own random theories, but I only used said theories to fit the prompts, like I know Nagini was never a human, but I needed her to be for a few of my prompts, so in those she will be. Everywhere
I feel lost, like I'm falling head first into blackness,
And nothing I do can slow this fall,
I never knew I was this weak,
I guess I'm not so strong after all.
I don't know why I'm so defeated,
Only that my path is hidden from me,
And each breath I take draws me far away,
Each step I take is away from the person I'm supposed to be.
I need someone to notice my pain,
And see it for what it is,
I'm scared on screwing up my life,
And this all feels so meaningless.
I feel like my purpose was lost somewhere along the way,
Because this pain, it isn't Zacha,
It isn't me, this shouldn't be,
But I'm falling too hard for my landing to
Did I ever tell you that you are my angel?
Did I ever tell you that you saved me?
Did I ever tell you I thank God for you?
Did you ever know how much I care?
You saw me at my worst.
You saw me at my best.
You stayed with me through it all.
You found me, you saved me.
You caught me as I fell.
I'm scared to tell you the truth.
I'm scared of falling in love.
I've been hurt so much before.
I don't want you to feel that pain.
But you held me while I cried.
But you made me laugh and smile.
But you stayed with me through it all.
And you found me, and you saved me.
And you caught me as I fell.
Do you know that you're my angel?
Do y
What is love? How should I know?
Is it a glowing, heart-shaped arrow shot from Cupid's bow?
If that is so, then love is cruel. That's what I know.
What is love? The rose, or the thorn?
How can you feel so wonderful and then feel so torn?
If that is true then why say "I love you?"
I say that love is the thorns.
What is love? I'll tell you now.
Nail-pierced hands and a blood-stained brow.
This is love in its purest form.
Love given freely for the world to be reborn.
Love is not an arrow, nor a rose.
But a cross, three nails, a spear, and a crown of thorns.
If this is so, then what can you say?
If this is true, then why do we say "
Harry Potter Prompt 22: Original by Rinzlerkitty94, literature
Literature
Harry Potter Prompt 22: Original
"So, which twin am I?" They asked together.
"Fred?" Said George.
"Or George?" Said Fred.
The twins were relentlessly tormenting their slightly older brother, Percy. He sighed in irritation, pointing to the twin who spoke first. "You are George." Then the second, "And you are Fred. You can't trick me."
"You're one of few." They spoke in unison, as was usual. Percy sighed again as the twins hurried off to torment someone else. Or so Gryffindor's prefect thought.
Instead the twins had crept out of Hogwarts to wander around the grounds; despairing over the sad fact that only Bill, Charlie, and Percy could tell them apart.
"Not even Mum and
Hello, I'm rinzlerkitty94, and if you don't actually know me, feel free to call me Jeanne. And the Jeanne, as in the French pronunciation, not Joan. There really is a difference even if Iggy doesn't believe me. My real name is too rare for me to trust not being able to be easily found if I put it on here. Well, I'm a crazy Hetalia fan, and a history major in my first year of college, ironic isn't it. Anyway, I decided that I would like the world to see what I can do artistically. Make no mistake, I can't draw worth a crap, but I am a poet, so that's what I shall be displaying for all to see here. That's all I've got for now.
Favourite Visual Artist
As in drawing? TsukiNaito
Favourite Movies
Pirates of the Caribbean, Patriot, Saving Private Ryan, Paint It White, Mulan, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, etc.
Favourite TV Shows
Hetalia, Kuroshitsuji, FMA, FMA Brotherhood, America's Next Top Model, Chopped, Cupcake Wars, Worst Cooks in America, Everybody Loves Raymond, etc.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Skillet
Favourite Books
Eh... The list is far too long.
Favourite Writers
Francine Rivers, J. K. Rowling, C. S. Lewis, Lemony Snicket, Suzanne Collins, etc.
Favourite Games
Board games?
Tools of the Trade
Pen, paper, pencil, eraser, muse.
Other Interests
Writing, color guard, history, cooking, reading, sleeping, a very long and drawn out FrUK rp titled "Oh, FrUK"
Alright, people. I've mentioned numerous times that I'm a Christian; a very laid back one at that. And as such, I've learned that it's best not to be a Bible thumping douche bag that greatly enjoys taking elements from the childhoods of millions of children, and calling them satanic....
So I was looking up a book series that I like when I found this...
http://www.lionking.org/~fanfic/Reflections/chambers1.html
Don't click on it unless you wish to subject yourself to it's douche-baggery. This guy, Reverend Chambers, wrote an entire article about how the Lion King is full of evil magic and is trying to steal the souls of children. Nope....
I'm still stuck here... After a summer full of negotiations with my parents, I ended up being forced to agree to stay in my home town and continue attending the college I started at... I was willing to pay my own way through at another college, one that wasn't a private Christian university, where just maybe, I'd be able to find out who I really am. I didn't even bother to ask my parents if I would be allowed to attend the anime convention I've been planning on going to for the past maybe five years. I knew they would say no...
I sound like a whiny, useless bitch, complaining about having my parents pay for college for me. It sounds like a d
Alright, I'm about to sound like a spoiled bitch, but I hate my parents. They've never beaten me, or abused me physically or sexually. But I believe they are guilty of emotional abuse. I worked hard to pass all my freaking college classes, and I did. I was so stressed about my grades. I made two A's, a B, and two C's. That's passing. So when we get my grades, I was excited, but my dick of a dad was not. "Well, that's not good enough."
Whatever, dickhead, you never even finished college. I'm transferring to get away from them. I want to get a job somewhere else, move to an apartment with some friends, and eventually find a nice guy to mar