Friends? Foes?A/N: I was bored and listened to Rockleetist and Ashe sing Bad Apple... on repeat. Even then listening to it while thinking about Cry and Virus (Or Mad, depending) makes this song fit with them somehow. Weird. Anyway, I decided to kinda have the two sing it together. Though if it does kinda get confusing or awkward... that's my bad, I've never done something like this before really. It was hard for my to match words and meaning of the lyrics with the talking, I just mostly winged it. I think of this right now as an AU of the Cry and Virus I have in my head, or could possibly be something that may happen. Idk, but I do know this doesn't have any real ties with any of the fics I'm writing. It was just something that sat in my head and wouldn't leave alone, so I typed it.Works best with the music box version of Bad Apple if you want to have the mood right. But either way, its Bad Apple. xDPairing: NoneRating: G (I guess? There's really nothing bad in here)Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Project: Royal Rumble - PrologueA/N: Another attempt at writing Cry and others. I'm still not quite used to writing them, so if they're acting OOC (out of character) then I'm sorry. I'm still learning and pretty rusty in terms of writing fics and stuff.Pairing: NoneRating: PG 13+(Better safe than sorry)Enjoy and let me know what you think of it. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The soft tapping of rapid finger movement on a keyboard sounded loud in the silence of the room full of equipment. It held several computer stations, a fridge, basic living utilities and a few cots scattered at one corner. But the most unusual piece of the room was the lone chair that sat by a wall of monitors; the chair itself resembled of one from a dentist's office and next to that was some hospital equipment. If nothing else, the room looked as if it belonged in a bunker or underground command center of some sci-fi movie. A group of people milled about that room as well, but kept silent as the typin
BWAHAHA!http://community.usvsth3m.com/2048/usukus-edition-edition/This is just something I randomly did~ have fun~
:Antarctica (Annabelle Kirkland):Nation: AntarcticaHuman Name: Annabelle KirklandEye Color: BlueHair Color: Pale blondeSkin: PaleHuman Age: 16 (Why? Antarctica was discovered in the late 1700's and if America was discovered then and he's only 19 it would make sense. Also continents would age at a slower rate.)Favorite Color: BlueUniform: A blue trenchcoat that goes to her knees (use this for reference), black leggings underneath, and knee-high black combat boots, (Reference). Usually has her hair down, rarely uses an accessory.Personality: Bipolar due to six straight months of dark, six straight months of light and many countries controlling her all at once. A huge tsundere and can be a pain at times. She tries to hide it but she's a science geek, needs glasses to read. Can be snarky and pretty much your average teen.Enemies: Anyone who is an enemy of someone controlling her territory.Government: controlled by the countries controlling the land.Population: 5,000
The Rat Amongst Men: Nazi!Prussia x Sniper!Reader*NOTE*: Alrighty guys, I haven't posted a FanFic in forever but here is one I was working on. Yes its short but whatever~ ^^ I did this because I realized how long my recent FanFics have been. And yes, my first two I uploaded are shit... So I apologize :T I'm hoping this one is a lot better. Yea, its not as good as the Chernobyl Russia x Reader, but hey, at least it's something, right? :3 Anyways I made Gil kinda serious in this for a reason, don't worry you'll see what happens in the next chapter (if I ever finish writing it xD ) when his normal personality shows, I'm pretty sure there will be more so don't worry. Also, little disclaimer: There is blood and what not in this story. Its not to an extent where you should stress about it. But in future chapters there will be some Mature Content and what not. Enjoy! The shearing breeze smacked her in the face making the bare branches above her head dance.Just a little more.Grunting softly she reached up