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How to Submit to the Group - TutorialHey there!How to Submit to the Group - Tutorial by ValerieBonnefoy
With an influx of new moderators and administrators in our group, we have agreed to tighten up deviation folder submissions and make sure every thing runs smoother and works better than before- starting with the Featured folder. We have over 200 pages of fantastic art that, admittedly, dates back to a couple of years ago; we hope to change this. We believe the Featured folder should be for those who we really feel deserve to be in the spotlight. Hence, we're implementing a new rule: Once a week, the admins will come together and decide 3 pieces of work, one fanfiction and two artwork pieces, that will be put up in the Featured folder.
We're hoping to make it a more of a well-meant challenge to make it into the Featured folder- the artists who do manage to be selected will be glorified in a public journal. Our hope is that it will encourage artists of all medias to strive to refine their talents and make it into that featured folder
England x Reader Smack CamEngland x Reader Smack CamEngland x Reader Smack Cam by guardianarchangel
“Alright guys,” I said, as I turned the camera to face me.
“Though I cant believe im going to do this to my own husband….but….”
I then smirked devilishly and folding my hands together as if Im plotting to take over the world.
“Its payback time,”
I then hear the door open, revealing Arthur who had just gotten home after a long day a work.
“Love im home,” Arthur shouted throughout the house, as I came downstairs to hug him and gently place a gently kiss on the lips.
“Hey, Arthur,” I greeted, smiling as soon as we pulled back.
“Long day from work,”
“Exhausting,” He said, as he wrapped his arms around me.
“But I missed you more,”
“I missed you too,” I replied, kissing him once more.
As soon as we pulled away, Arthur told me he is going to sit down for a while, which I was pretty okay with. I walked in the kitchen and opened the fridge, beginning
I am IrritableNote: Please read the introduction first. Also, a good bit of strong language is used. Beware.I am Irritable by QuietlyWriting
I am Irritable.
"Is that it, piccola cagna?"
"I fucking hate you."
"Oh I'm aware. Don't worry, the feeling is very much mutual."
"Remind me then; Why did you come over to me if you hate me?"
"I wanted to see what wonderfully original phrases you would bless me with today. Also, it's amusing seeing my enemies get so flustered~"
"_____! One more swear and you have to make a donation to the swear jar!"
"Shut it, Oliver!"
"Oh come now, I raised you better than that!"
"You didn't raise me!"
"You should listen to your father, bambina~"
"He's not my fucking-"
"You are not helping, Oliver!"
"Aw, be nice sis~ Don't want to look bad in front of everyone, do ya?"
"My reputation drops with every second I spend talking to you, Allen."
"Ouch. What has the great America got to say to that, eh
Memories of failureFlavio Vargas looked disoriented up at the sky, as a bird suddenly flew over his head. The blond Italian was walking the well-known rote over to his little brother’s house. So well-known in fact that he didn’t have to think about where to stop and where to turn. His feet automatically knew the way, which gave space for the Italian’s mind to wander off, without having to worry about getting lost. At the moment though, his mind was not far away from the actual destination in which he was going. He was thinking about his little brother. Worrying about him to be more exact. The worry had found its way into his heart earlier that afternoon, when Flavio had called his brother out of shear habit. Most of the times the blond had no business behind his calls, he simply just wanted to talk with his brother. These days they mostly only met when having to talk business about their country, and Luciano would usually leave the second he felt like the meeting was over. This was, accMemories of failure by Chrixty
2p! Italy x Reader: Per Sempre La Nostra (1)2p! Italy x Reader: Per Sempre La Nostra (1) by jessi201
Per Sempre La Nostra translated means "Forever Ours"
Last Part: 2p!Italy x Hypomanic! Reader: Segreti Per Te (End)
This is the last volume of the story. Get ready to feel feels
Photo is made with this site: http://www.rinmarugames.com/playgame.php?game_link=manga-creator-school-days-page-16
A couple of years later...
The sweet music early in the morning woke you up, like it did everyday. The same tune, one of Flavio’s pieces he composed for a fashion show.
“(Name), non lasciare….” The throaty voice breathed into your lower back, making you shiver.
“I have a class…” You pulled his clingy arms off your waist. “and it’s not like I’m leaving forever…” You laughed, rolling out of bed and onto the floor, hysterical at your clumsiness.
“Lo so…” He chuckled. “The bed always feels empty without you though
Feather Light Touch 2p!FACExBadass!ReaderFeather Light Touch 2p!FACExBadass!ReaderFeather Light Touch 2p!FACExBadass!Reader by scottishdraka
“Thanks for inviting me over, Oliver.” You said as you sat down on Oliver’s living room loveseat and smoothed out the skirt of your flower print dress.
“Always a pleasure to have you over, (Name).” Oliver beamed and handed you a freshly brewed cup of tea.
You crossed your ankles and daintily sipped your tea. A broad smile spread over your face as chocolate, vanilla, and a touch of cinnamon bloomed in your mouth.
“Oh my, Oliver, your tea is simply divine. You must show me how to brew it like this.”
Oliver’s face lit up at your praise.
“Of course, poppet, it would be my pleasure.”
You took another sip of the tea, favoring the flavor, when you noticed how strangely quiet the house was.
“Pardon me, Oliver, but where are the others?” You questioned, resting your tea cup on your knee.
“Well let me think.” Oliver’s index finger hovered on his chin for a moment. &
(China x Reader) - It's a Date“Ohonhon~ (Y/n), there you are, mon cherie!”(China x Reader) - It's a Date by AprilLilypegasi
(Y/n) cringes at the laughter, not wanting to get caught anywhere near France or the rest of the BTT. Where he goes, they follow so she tries to sneak away without them noticing.
“Kesesese~ Vhere are you going?” A hand reaches out and grabs her shoulder preventing her from leaving. She make an inaudible groan at the fact that she’ll now have to endure the BTT’s behavior for a while.
(Y/n) feels arms wrap around herself and hears soft chuckling in her ears. She relaxes slightly, not minding Spain as much as France and Prussia. He’s not nearly as bad as them, he usually just wants hugs, not her vital regions… France and Prussia pout at this, knowing that she prefers Spain over them.
They decide to corner her into the wall, trying to convince her to go out with one of them. She sighs and looks around, trying to find an excuse to get away from them. Nothing appears and she crosses her arms, k
Germany x Reader Act IIAct I:Germany x Reader Act II by wifefu
Hello, dearest readers. It has been a shameful amount of time, has it not? I do beg your forgiveness for such a wait. I bear no excuses other than life entrapped me.
So it would be only best to immediately retrieve our setting from our last encounter. And with this tiny interruption, we commence Act II.
Oh, and a small reminder before I begin. Due to the ridiculously extended wait, I will be revoking the element of tragedy that was meant to be the finale of this series. Thank you.
And now, to the story.
A fine German specimen radiated a flustered red blush as he walked briskly back to his base. The cold could not touch him. All he felt was the spectacular warmth brought about from being in love.
"(Y/N)," he whispered, "her name is (Y/N)."
And so on he went, calling out her name as desperately as some take
Spamano - Te Amo, Bastardo.“Hola, Lovi~” A cheerful Spaniard yells out causing a faint smile to appear on Romano’s face.Spamano - Te Amo, Bastardo. by AprilLilypegasi
“Ciao, Spagna.” He replies tersely. He feels arms wrap around him and he consciously tries not to melt into the embrace.
“How’s my Lovi?” Spain asks, nuzzling his face into Romano’s hair.
“Fine… Spain?” He asks, thinking that this could possibly be the time to impress Spain with his newly learned knowledge.
“Si, Lovi?” Spain asks curiously, wondering what it is Romano wants.
“Well, yo aprendí…” Romano mumbles before being cut off.
“Spain! Mon ami, Prussia has something he would like to show you!” France says, grabbing Spain’s arm and dragging him off.
Spain looks at Romano sheepishly and Romano sighs, shaking his head. He finally had enough courage to impress his crush and he didn’t even get to finish his sentence. Last time he tried, Italy had come in the room wit
spain. limerencelimerencespain. limerence by garicchi
"dammit, toni!" she exclaims while they run across the street. "i told you we'd get caught up in the rain!"
he laughs sheepishly before ruffling his hair about, sending droplets of water flying everywhere. "lo siento en el alma."
she lets out a sigh before sitting on the miraculously dry sidewalk bench, him standing beside her. "now then, what should we do?"
cars whizz past them, the wind messing up their hair and clothes. the wind is nothing to complain about, though, when the two are stuck outdoors in an autumn storm, evidently drenched.
he looks up at the grey sky. "frio, chica?" he asks, fumbling with his scarf.
she looks up at him, immediately getting lost in those eyes of his. how she managed to survive being his companion for so many years, she did not know.
his voice startles her. she snaps out of her daze, immediately looking down at her shoes. she feels a familiar heat in her cheeks.
"sorry. did you say something?"
he faces her. a soft smile makes it
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