Black mail at the world meeting by Siren979647, literature
Literature
Black mail at the world meeting
Third person
For some idiotic reason that was beyond her, England dragged Bryn (the personification of Bermuda) to a World Conference meeting. It was the first time she had ever been invited to join the countries in the meeting room. Before, she would always sit out side and play with little sea land to keep him occupied, but this time he would have to entertain himself (not like that you perverts!). Bryn entered the room behind England. She had braided her blonde hair into hundreds of micro braids with the help of Ukraine and Liechtenstein. They fell over her shoulders and almost past her waist despite being braided. She wore a little black
Preparing Thanksgiving Dinner with the BTT by Siren979647, literature
Literature
Preparing Thanksgiving Dinner with the BTT
Third person
She was sprawled out across one of the living room's couch, arms and legs hanging off the sides of the couch at all angles. She was home alone and it was eerily quite. Not that she didn't enjoy the lack of noise, but Bryn (who is the personification of Bermuda and the Bermuda triangle) was use to the loud and rambunctious atmosphere that usually filled every corner of the house. Ludwig had taken the Italian brothers to visit their grandpa Rome a few towns over leaving the BTT and Bryn with the house. Not long after the other threes departure, Francis insisted that he take Gilbert and Antonio with him to the store, leaving Bryn
Good Morning!~~~~~~~HetaliaXOC by Siren979647, literature
Literature
Good Morning!~~~~~~~HetaliaXOC
Hey guys. this is my first fanfic EVER...so creative critiques are great! if you don't like it i'm perfectly fine with you telling me why, but don't be haten'. so yeah.. enjoy...I'm sorry about their horribly written accents i tried (and failed) at attempting to write them.
Third POV
Bryn flew down the stairs of her house. She was the personification of the island Bermuda and the Bermuda triangle.
"LOOOOOOOOOOVIIIIIIII!!!" she yelled, racing across the house, loud enough to wake the dead, two sleeping Italians, Germany, and the BTT. It's a long and confusing story on how the seven of them ended up living under one roof, but everyday was
warriors of the elements ch. 4 by Siren979647, literature
Literature
warriors of the elements ch. 4
ch.4
I had light, flexible leather armor on. And was armed with a sword, a metal tipped whip, and a fan. The fan was my mother's. It was mostly black titanium painted with three large reddish- orange swirls the top cloth piece was white and cover in diamond shards.
He was waiting in the middle of the mock arena. From what I could see his only weapon was a sword.
Let me tell you a little secret about myself... I really, REALLY hate being under estimated. And at that moment I felt under estimated.
"Ready Faizah" he asked
"You have the first move"
"If I were you I'd take the first move"
"If I took the first move I wouldn't get the chance
Black mail at the world meeting by Siren979647, literature
Literature
Black mail at the world meeting
Third person
For some idiotic reason that was beyond her, England dragged Bryn (the personification of Bermuda) to a World Conference meeting. It was the first time she had ever been invited to join the countries in the meeting room. Before, she would always sit out side and play with little sea land to keep him occupied, but this time he would have to entertain himself (not like that you perverts!). Bryn entered the room behind England. She had braided her blonde hair into hundreds of micro braids with the help of Ukraine and Liechtenstein. They fell over her shoulders and almost past her waist despite being braided. She wore a little black
Preparing Thanksgiving Dinner with the BTT by Siren979647, literature
Literature
Preparing Thanksgiving Dinner with the BTT
Third person
She was sprawled out across one of the living room's couch, arms and legs hanging off the sides of the couch at all angles. She was home alone and it was eerily quite. Not that she didn't enjoy the lack of noise, but Bryn (who is the personification of Bermuda and the Bermuda triangle) was use to the loud and rambunctious atmosphere that usually filled every corner of the house. Ludwig had taken the Italian brothers to visit their grandpa Rome a few towns over leaving the BTT and Bryn with the house. Not long after the other threes departure, Francis insisted that he take Gilbert and Antonio with him to the store, leaving Bryn
Good Morning!~~~~~~~HetaliaXOC by Siren979647, literature
Literature
Good Morning!~~~~~~~HetaliaXOC
Hey guys. this is my first fanfic EVER...so creative critiques are great! if you don't like it i'm perfectly fine with you telling me why, but don't be haten'. so yeah.. enjoy...I'm sorry about their horribly written accents i tried (and failed) at attempting to write them.
Third POV
Bryn flew down the stairs of her house. She was the personification of the island Bermuda and the Bermuda triangle.
"LOOOOOOOOOOVIIIIIIII!!!" she yelled, racing across the house, loud enough to wake the dead, two sleeping Italians, Germany, and the BTT. It's a long and confusing story on how the seven of them ended up living under one roof, but everyday was
Current Residence: A house in America Favourite genre of music: I can never decide Personal Quote:My train of thought drove off a cliff a long time ago....
Favourite Visual Artist
Claude Monet
Favourite TV Shows
Adventure time!!
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Vampire Weekend
Favourite Books
i have a lot of these
Favourite Writers
Ernest Hemingway
Favourite Games
Assassin's Creed (played it once, and it completed my day)
Favourite Gaming Platform
the Xbox I don't have
Tools of the Trade
camera and pencil
Other Interests
swimming, golf, basketball, hunting, travel, drawing, writing, and photography
soooo, i'm trying to write fanfiction(and kinda failing at it). at first i tried doing a reader insert, but it was garbage so i made an OC for hetalia, she's... interesting to say the least. i'm going to try to post a story every week, but i make no promises because i travel a lot. i'll try to finish this weeks story and post it tomorrow (even though i'll probably end up posting it on friday). plot bunnies are accepted because my creativity only comes in short, unreliable bursts and can be quite a pain in the neck sometimes.
anyways after i posted my first fanfic i disappeared for two days and went hunting with my dad. so i'm sorry i left
so the swim meet i was talking about from my last journal entry was canceled because of rain... it really pissed me off, since i know you guys were dying to know :excited: *cough* not *cough*. anyways i was walking through some random arts and crafts supply place when i walked by a shelf full of how to draw books. i don't know where i was going with that, but my mind is temperarely ADD cause i've been working out really hard for the past few days to get ready for swim season!:w00t: and because of that i'm super duper tired. so i'm gonna go eat and take a nap then i might consiter coming back online. i make no promises though.
but i'm defina
okat, i got back from my trip to peru (sorry i havent posted the pics yet) like three days ago or something, and it was crazy strange. cause, in peru you can't drink the tap water/showerwater/whatever and i was in the jungle for like 7 or 8 days (i cant remember) and the only light source at night in the jungle is carosene lanterns. i could go on about this for hours, but i cant cause i have to go back to the finals of this big swim meet thing cuz i got eight place out of 16 so now i gotta go back and kick more ass i would have gotten like 6th or something, but i breathed up like half the pool in the last two yards so i got eight. :facepalm: