Queenofspadesx2

Canada hated school picture day. It was pointless that he would have to make an extra effort to look neat and well-presented for the photographs when no one would remember who he was when they finally saw the picture. "Who's that guy in the middle row?" he had heard people asking and when no one answered the question, he always felt an urge to run up to the person, grab them by the collar and shout, "THAT'S ME!! CANADA!! MY NAME IS CANADA!!" But he couldn't do that. He'd rather be forgotten than be known as a jerk. America already gained this reputation, but it seemed that only Canada suffered for it. Sometimes, he wish he related to a diffe

Profile #01: Sebastian Rodriguez Interviewer: Arthur Kirkland Full name of Character: Sebastian Andrés Rodriguez Age: 11 House: Slytherin               Social class: Pureblood                   Race: Wizard Appearance: Messy, short, (not very) dark, brown hair and curious amber eyes (one would compare the shade as to that of golden syrup, but lighter). Slightly tanned skin, with no freckles or moles at all. Heart-shaped face with the ever-present cheerful or mischievous expression on his features. Not fat, but not scrawny; might not look like it, but can punch well when time calls (Note: Don’t frighten him when he’s half-asl

(A/n: This is a contest entry for a group I'm in. I am currently working on a requested Levi fic, but I thought I would make a contest entry. Hope you like it. Hanji x Reader ^_^) ~*~ "(Y/n), wake up please!" A voice whined as you groaned "Go away.." You whined. "(Y/n), please? It's your birthday! We want to spend the day with you!" The voice said. "Look I don't know who you are-" "Hanji." "Right, Hanji. Anyway, I'd rather be sleeping all day than out in the hot sun." "(Y/n) please, you won't regret it." "What if I do?" "Then, you, can, uh..Tell shorty I stole his cleaning supplies!" "You realize he'll kill you, right?" "Anything

             “No matter how much I struggle, how much I pray, these claws and fangs won't disappear!”                                                                                           * Sighing the male lazily laid on the branch of a tree inside this forest. Because of his Wolf-Ears, his Tail and his paws he was an outcast and the humans didn't want him. Neither did the “real” Wolves, though. He was alone, not that he minded. It was just... boring, being lonely all day. Hearing Footsteps he immediately cowered himself on the branch trying to make himself as small as possible. It might be another Hunter tryi

You walked home from your school, Junior World Academy, with tears in your eyes. How dare they be so mean! You furiously wiped the tears away from your face with your gloved hand, hating how the fuzzy fabric did nothing but spread the tears across your face. The cold wind took this opportunity to nip at your chubby face, letting the trails of tears across your face freeze. This made you walk even faster in an attempt to get home soon. When you reached the elegant little house you live in, walking in to see your Papa pacing at the end of the hall, a phone held to his ear. "What do you mean she isn't there?!" he shouted, a snarl lacing throug