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Anyone want to make art for my fanfics?Hi guys! Since I am so busy writing fanfics, riding horses and roleplaying, I have absoloutley no time to draw any art of my fanfics! I would really appreciate if someone would make some for me! That way I can have some covers for them, plus I would love to see everyones work on them :3 Anyway, so if you are interested, please comment at the bottom or send me a note.
Here are the fanfics I currently have. I would love for someone to make one of Grell's wish if any:
Grells Wish: http://grellsutclifffanatic.deviantart.com/art/Grell-s-Wish-Kuroshitsuji-Fanfiction-Part-1-352773587?q=gallery%3Agrellsutclifffanatic%2F43256661&qo=14
You Can't Keep Doing This: http://grellsutclifffanatic.deviantart.com/art/You-Can-t-Keep-Doing-this-Kuroshitsuji-Fanfic-356156286?q=gallery%3Agrellsutclifffanatic%2F41633582&qo=28
He's Not Your Son: http://grellsutclifffanatic.deviantart.com/art/He-s-Not-Your-Son-Kuroshituji-Fanfiction-350149820?q=gallery%3Agrellsutclifffanatic%2F41633582&qo=52
It's Like Looking i
Just a shop worker Sam x Shy!Reader
Throwing on her favourite black hoodie, she rubbed her wrists and tugged on some sneakers. She slipped on some glasses and grabbed the flask which contained coffee, the waking beverage.
Soft, autumn leaves fell before her, scattered across the floor. She was going back to the bunker with Team Free Will. Nervous was an understatement. It was her day back after being submitted into intensive care at the hospital after a rowdy hunt. Vampires and wendigos weren't the nicest things to go against alone. Now she had a scar going from her back to her chest, twirling.
Oh she may be weary
Them young girls they do get wearied
Wearing that same old miniskirt dress
But when she gets weary
She was nervous as hell, Sam was a big crush of hers and he always kept an eye on her, sharing the first genuine laugh and smile with her.
Shaking her head, she was oblivious to the fact that he loved her dearly and would do anything for her.
Clouds cleared the air and the ho
Dont Leave Me Dean X Angel!Reader
Watch that video now!!!
WARNING: GORE, SPOILERS FOR 9X23.
The knife plunged into Dean's chest, and her world ended. The pain in her chest increased as she ran to his side, right now she didn't care if she went against God's orders, Dean was her main priority and she needed to save him.
"Dean!!" She screamed, her wings fluttering behind her.
His body collapsed into her arms, and she began sobbing.
"Dean, stop it!" She cried, shaking his body.
"H-hey ___." He spoke weakly, his hands limp either side of him. Being the daughter of Castiel gave her the same compassionate feelings but she still felt the pain of human emotions.
Holding her jacket to the wound, trying to hoisting him into her arms.
Everything froze, the world flashed in front of her.
Cas and ____ teleported outside of the bunker, Cas giving his daughter some tips.
Blossom Castiel x Reader
Snow fell delicately onto the grass, ice caking the pavements as Dean struggled to swipe the sleet off of 'baby's windows. Christmas morning dawned and Sam began cooking pie instead of the traditional Christmas meals. The Christmas tunes blasted through the house as ____ changed into black jeans and a white tank with a burgundy cardigan and a matching hat, courtesy of Sam. Tightly wrapped presents were placed under the tree, the festive lights gleaming colours of red, green and white. Her grin couldn't be any bigger as she saw Castiel pile in with Gabriel, who had a bucket full of candy of sorts.
"Gabe, you're the best." She grinned, picking out a stick of pocky and chewing the end of it like a rabbit with a carrot. Castiel slipped off his shoes and stood with a tense back.
"Cas!" She smiled, pulling him into a hug which he immediately complied to, holding her close. Ever since he met the adorable girl, he'd fallen for her beautiful heart
Superman (Superhero America x Reader Songfic)
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that nïeve
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
You had known Alfred for years, and everything about him was absolutely perfect to you. His hair was always sloppy, but that's the way you liked it. His ocean colored orbs always looked so defined behind his glasses, but you also loved it when he didn't wear them. That dorky smile he put on gave you goosbumps, of course, in a good way.
I'm more than a bird
I'm more than a plane
I'm more than some pretty face beside a train
And it's not easy
To be me
But, through all those years, you and Alfred had a secret from the rest of society. A secret that only the CIA and FBI wonder about. A secret that little boys and girls fantasized about.
Alfred was, in fact, Superman. He was the Hero everyone wondered about. Whenever he yelled out "I'm the hero!", he was telling the truth. But, because of how silly he actually acted, no one ever took him seriously. He would go home each day and sulk about i
HurryHe was still standing when I rounded the bend, but the assailants were long gone.
I ran to his side just in time to feel his scrawny body fall against me, weak paws gripping at my body with intent of desperation. We both lowered to the stone pavement, and I held up his head for support. By now there was no energy left in his legs.
A scarlet flower was blooming on his sweater, growing more with each second. I stared at it, not fully comprehending what I was looking at. I found myself picking at the edge of his sweater, slowly peeling it up to reveal the damage underneath, and his dark shaking paw stopped me, still self-conscious as ever, even now.
I gritted my teeth and forcefully yanked the fabric up, shoving his paw out of the way to see the deep slice that marred right under his lung area. It was messy, smudges already all around the vicinity of the wound and still pumping the liquid life in thick rivulets down his thin torso.
I found myself shaking.
Dash had gone out by himself toni
Just What I Wanted: A TG StoryI had always gone to the county fair; it was cheap and a great place to people watch. I never paid any attention to the carnies and the games and rides though; just not my thing. But that day was different.
I was just cutting through the game zone so I could get to the fried cheese on a stick booth when I caught the gypsy woman staring at me. I glanced her way but kept on walking until I heard her say from behind me a simple “Hey”
I turned back to her; a puzzled look on my face. I shrugged my shoulders and said “What?”
“Um…” she looked at me with real earnestness in her eyes “Could you just come here for a second.”
I started to walk slowly her way “Look; I’m really not interested in having my fort…”
She interrupted “No. No: it’s not that.”
I also realized that she wasn’t using a fake Romanian accent like most gypsy fortune tellers, but she continued “I just got the strangest feel
Magic Remote - 2 I awoke the next morning with my mind completely void of anything that had happened the night before. I was cradling Jessie in my arms. Then as I tried to kiss the top of her head-and kissed my pillow instead, I remembered.
I sat up and stretched.
"Aww-fuck-" I groaned. I looked down at Jessie's headless body. She was still naked. And then I looked down at myself-so was I.
"Jess-" I said wearily, looking for her head. I looked over and saw it sitting on my night stand, her long, straight brown hair hanging down. I thought it was so cute. I leaned forward and gave her a kiss.
Her eyes opened slowly
"Hey, baby." She smiled
"Last night was fun, huh?" I smiled back
"Oh yeah." Jessie looked at her body.
"I need clothes." She yawned
"So do I"
I stood up and opened my night stand, pulling out socks and underwear. Then I found Jessie's bra and her jeans. I tossed them to her and she began to dress herself although her head was still detache
You and IYou and I
Setting: Franky's Room in the Penguin Band's Igloo
Date: June 30th, 2013
Time: 5:04 AM PST
(Point of View: Franky)
I woke up with a jolt, sitting halfway up and looking at my alarm clock. It's only five. I still have awhile more to sleep, but I'm just not tired. I want this day to start now.
I looked at my yellow puffle, Lily, who was sleeping in her puffle-bed peacefully. She wasn't having any trouble sleeping. She never does.
Must be nice to be a puffle.
I sat all the way up and stayed sitting for a minute, then got out of bed. I put on my green hoodie and zipped it up over the blue t-shirt I'd slept in.
I quietly pushed open my bedroom door. Nobody was up yet, so I waddled out to the kitchen and put on my purple-and-gray high tops. Then I went outside, closing the door behind me.
I didn't go far-- in fact, I only waddled a little ways down our street before stopping and sitting on a bench. I just need some fresh air and I want to clear my mind.
I played with
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