Just some bnha memes that i share with my crackhead friends and random shit i think of instead of doing homework I don't own any of the images Update: I gave up on this i while ago imma just stop updating

Being the literal embodiment of fear didn't make Oz any braver than they were. So being roped into the wild schemes and plans of the school's most insane prince of hell, Damien, wasn't going to be smooth sailing either. (In Progress - Updates when possible) Mature Language and adult themes but mostly just monster prom shenanigans. NOT FINISHING THIS BYE

A collection of random sh*t written by me when its 3 In the morning o-0 [ Rated PG-13 because I will be using foul language XD ]

The title is pretty self explanatory I guess. Welcome to my trashcan. I'm sorry but it appears you're 100% Hetalian. There's no turning back now Hetalia: Countries have never been so different

A short Gerita fluff. A hungry Italy finds Germany asleep on the couch. So he tries to peacefully not disturb him while he gets some food. (This is my first ever fanfic so I hope you guys like it!)

Im a dumb ass bitch Its dumbass bitch hours Im not sorry (PS I WROTE THIS A BIT AGO AND ITS FUCKING CRINGY AS FUCK YALL SHIPPERS ARE SCARY PLS NO HARRASSING ME ABT HAVING BAKUHOE AND IZU FUCK, ITS SCARY)

Tenya Iida has navigated through life without many friends. Preschool was full of kids discovering their quirks and deeming his creepy. Elementary was the start of the real bullying, where they begun to mock him for his mannerisms, target his quirk, his appearance, and so on and so forth. He didn't think middle school would be all that different. Private or not, it didn't particularly matter to him. He knew there were going to be unsavory types wherever he went. He didn't expect to make a friend. Not one like this.

Three words. Three words started it. Three words ended it. In the world of Hetalia, where the countries are people, there are two particular countries in quite a predicament. Germany has always had a kind of fondness over Italy, ever since they met. As time passes by, day after day, the military giant begins growing feelings for the little pasta loving Italian. Germany has never been a man to express how he really feels, and it's hard for him to admit even to himself of how he feels. But what happens when Italy has suddenly vanished? To what lengths will Germany go to find his little pasta loving Italian? [A GerIta story] DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Hetalia characters, all rights go to their rightful owners. All I own is the plot.