Year 1915 - She stand stiff. Her heart was throbbing unease inside her chest whilst she vividly gaze into the red piercing eyes of the stranger. Her mind went haze as she inclined her head and confusingly stare back at the familiar features of the man that once have haunted her back in her dreams. "Have we met before?" She blink her new eyes, asking the sole question - for the long time - she was yearning to be answered. (MuzanxReader) Date Started: 08/15/19 Status : Ongoing Pictures are not mine (CTTO)

Tom wasn't good at a lot of things; keeping friends, being nice, staying sober? Nah, forget it. But dressing up and pretending to be a girl? Now that might be something he can do. [Maidcafe fic] Featuring- * Tom's non-existing gag reflex * Tord's hentai fetish * Edd's unwavering patience * Matt's vanilla ass NOT featuring- * My will to live - This was half planned in 2016, but I didn't start writing it until 2018. The two-year wait doesn't make me hate this any less. Enjoy you, filthy sinners. - "The original femboy Hooters."- 2016 - Achievements: 🏆1# Maidcafe 🏆1# Smutmaybe 🏆2# Eddsworld 🏆1# TordTom 🏆1# Ocs 🏆1# TomTord 🏆3# Cross-dressing

After World War II, America's life was thrown off. After an... eventful night, he's now dealing with a child fathered by the very same country he's supposed to be fighting. And life doesn't get easier once the child is born. Now America must navigate through childcare, personal issues, societal expectations, and even the Cold War, all by himself. RusAme, mpreg (mostly just at the beginning), might be a bit OOC, and most likely filled with angst. Slow updates. I do not own the cover image or Hetalia.

// Professor Membrane X Reader // "Poppies?" "Yeah, they're my favorite." . . . "You're just as lnɟıʇnɐǝq as the day I lost you." "How long ago was that?" "Forever..." - - - - - - - - - He wasn't always the world renowned scientist. He once was a bullied nerd in school the same as all others. The only difference - the BIGGEST difference, was that he had YOU. You were his best friend. You were his everything, and when he finally lost you... What did he have left? Only the sepia photographs and the garden of flowers you left behind. Until finally, you came back. - - - - - - - - - #1 in Invader Zim (4/12/21) #1 in Professor Membrane (4/12/21) #130 in Science (2/21/23)

Very AU.[Slow Build] Kidnapped at a young age, Naruto is forced to learn how to kill. Guided by a strangely helpful Fox; Naruto learns to be a ninja in a highly unconventional way. A smarter Naruto that will gain the Sharingan and Byakugan but I will do my best to not make him over powered. Also I am not sure what rating to give my story so let me know. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12986193/1/Naruto-the-Scarecrow

Countries have gathered in America's capital, Washington D.C., for a world meeting where they are attempting to actually help the world and not try to murder each other over centuries-old grudges. So you know an average world meeting? However, who are these girls who ran in and why are they calling America, 'papa'?

In an attempt to get the two bickering countries to get along, Alfred and Ivan must spend one month together in one of Alfreds homes. In a house set back into the woods, these two countries are going to grow closer together and learn more about eachother then anyone else has before. Even a few things that they never wanted the other to find out. *Warning* Depressed America. Suicidal thoughts. Suicide attempt. Vulgar language. Maybe smut? We'll have to see where this goes.

The two had run away after escaping prison after one had broken in. The two lived their lives, fended for themselves, and wouldn't dare leave each others sides. Police had lost them. They where on their own. Warning: Smut. Suicide. Cover art not mine, other than the writing.

Russia has had feelings for America for as long as he could remember. He goes out of his own way to do anything to make America his. He'll murder, abuse, torture, all for love. Little does he know, America also wants his heart. He also goes out of his own ways to do anything to win Russia. The rest is for you to find out.~

Dream was alone, in a sense. He still had patches. He still had Badboyhalo, or Bad, as he called him. He still had the voices, and as violent as they were, they were good company. Sure. His friends had left him. Sure, his family hated him. Still, he had done what he wanted. He had gathered them into a family. But I'm getting off track. He felt, well, alone. He was desperate for a form of comfort. But he was also desperate for it to end. So, he did just that. He ended it.