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Sweden x Reader - Not Your Wife, The Wedding Prt 1Sweden x Reader – Not Your Wife
The Wedding (Extra Part 1)

______ always prided herself on having a large and impressive vocabulary.

Not today.

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Ahh, yes. Berwald.

She stood on the landing, a door slightly ajar behind her. She turned away from the wall of noise and retreated into the empty room, not bothering with the door; she walked over to the window, opened it as far as she could and jumped out of it.

"Fwump" She landed on the grass, luckily the room had been on the ground

BTTxSinger!Tomboy!Reader: Pranksters

“Shut up,” you whispered to the giggling trio behind you.
Gilbert snickered, “I can’t wait to see the look on the principal’s face when he walks into his office.”
“Oui, it will be priceless!”
“It won’t be if we’re caught,” you snapped and turned back to look at the door.
Toni narrated to the camera, “Here see our principal and the board of education…they walk in…and…”
A scream came from the office.
Gilbert and Francis high fived. The four of you had placed some of Ludwig’s magazines and toys in the principal’s office.
“Wi

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Please comment and enjoy ^^

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You squealed as a splash of freezing water drenched you. Loud childish giggles followed it and your eyes shut, you searched for the source of the laughter and grabbed hold of it. "Stop it! Put me down, down!"

The small child yelled at the top of her voice. Her brother laughed so hard he tilted over backwards, creating more waves on the tiny pool. "Bella! Zus!Help!" He called, spluttering. The blond girl turned and rescued her brother, pulling him to his feet.

You giggled as they splashed about. This wasn't the first time you'd baby

Drunken sweetness (ScotlandXReader)A bang. The front door had been thrown open, banging against its hinges as someone else banged in. “(Y/n)!! I’m hoooome~” Not again.

Allistor grinned lazily, opening his arms for you as he stumbled inside. Why did you even wait up for him anymore? You should’ve known he’d come home drunk like always. With a couple more drunken slurs of what you guessed was your name, he fell to his knees in front of you.

You shook your head at him and sighed, putting down the magazine you’d engrossed yourself in. Stroking his cheek, to which he nuzzled his face in your hands. “I’m back hooome~” He murmu

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This is for a little series I'm doing. Each fic is a different one and you don't have to read them in order really. :/

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The Bad Touch Trio had dragged you off to an amusement park... But you didn't find half of the rides amusing. *sigh* Of course, While you're waiting in the two-hour-long line for admission they're talking about all the extreme rides they're going to be riding. About how they were going to ride them until they were sick. Meanwhile, you're limited to the Merry-Go-RoundPrussia: Und my awesome five meters.

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He took your hand and led you into his warm living where you

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You began crying out pathetically for help, scratching at the sides to make noise. Hours passed, starvation was setting in, the water level was going to reach over your head in moments and your blood vessels were freezing assumably.

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.:Whatever It Is:. FrancexReader

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"Whatever It Is"
FrancexReader

She's got eyes that cut you like a knife
And lips that taste like sweet red wine
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You were getting ready now, and you couldn't seem to find the right outfit!

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Can I have a photo?(Conventiongoer JapanXReader)You mirrored Arthur's excitement, hopping up and down because you were so pumped. The bus drew closer and the two of you jumped on, receiving quite a few worried glances. Arthur straightened his bow-tie, his red fez perched jauntily on his blond mop.

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I'd never seen (Name) so happy in her life than the day I asked her to be my girlfriend. She's always so joyful, I never though she'd love someone like me. Being in a band, and not being the most charming guy in school...things worked out well between the two of us. At least..until the secrets came..
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Critique by ~An-Outcast-Angel Feb 20, 2013, 12:13:40 PM

I've never written a critique on DA before, but I feel this piece deserves it (in a good way!) However, I must apologize now if it seems like I am analyzing rather than giving a critique ^^,

The image itself is unsettling, which, when met with the words creates an almost macabre effect. The breaking away of the words 'deeper' as though it's falling apart adds a spice of chaos into the mix, and makes me think of a sailor being dragged down into the depths so I think it's quite effective.

Regarding the words themselves- I think they are fantastic and flow into each other nicely, especially with the connotations of reaper and siren that reflect off of each other which can also be viewed in the skeleton, therefore I believe it is a strong visual image that reflect the lyrics, and the blood 'tears' imply that 'evil' can also feel pain and that sometimes it can be forgotten but there are those few who are willing to go as far as to let 'evil' hurt them just so 'evil' has an outlet (the vicious cycle of love.)

The only improvement I can think of is the background which, to me, takes away from the visual impact a little bit. The rib and shoulder parts of the skeleton are lightly shaded while the rest of the skeleton seems to get its colour from the background. This can make the skeleton a little bland compared to how the words are done and the smoke like blood in the background. I feel that if the same or similar technique (such as using black or white smoke like texture) was used along the bottom, closer to the skeleton the impact would be greater, or, perhaps a gentle colour and shading along the skeleton. I do, however, view that the texture used in the background gives a gentle grunge look adding to the visual impact.

Overall, I think this is an awesome piece and you have done a good job at conveying a message to an audience.

What do you think?

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