Hetalia8P

Come to stay, fickle girl And the days will be tinged with something greater The four of us casting light into graying crevices. Our laughter (provoked by the other), noise like rippling silver Twin sounds entwining in such melodious harmony We will laugh over nothing, which makes it all the funnier. Travel, that weary pastime, will crackle with excitement Flowering adventures enhanced by three smiles at your shoulder. I know that now everything is a wasteland, but it can change. We’ll change it together. Stay with us and leave those too thick to see your spirit The seemingly innocuous foxes draining you of happiness. Let us re

So, I created this OC over the span of a couple months unintentionally, and I felt the need to write about her because I cannot draw her properly. These paragraphs are random. You’ve been warned. 　 　 　 She lurks at the base of my mind, thriving there, permeating my daydreams with infinite ease. I don’t know why I created her, but she lives, perhaps waiting to be weaved into a future story. She is the very image of inspiration. Her features vary on my mood. Usually, this OC’s skin is pale, though not as pale as mine. A cluster of freckles cover her nose, barely visible, fanning out over her chee

“Why do you like to write?” Oh child, why do you like to breathe? To eat? It’s a necessity. My whole life I’ll continue, with no end in sight. The keyboard, it’s alive, mimicking the beat Of my heart, though it pounds in longing. I’d touch the screen, so we might Be one and together, my writing and I. My train of thought is fixedly neat Words, words. Stunningly mine, replacing the sun as the true source of light. If you’ve never written, never felt that rush of proud heat As your work is finished, each pretty syllable just right I pity you, friend. To deny yourself that pleasure is a terrible feat.

The beast should have struck fear In the hearts of our pack But no. Our actions were clear Climb and thrive; how we hated turning back For the tire monstrosity, we all shed a tear. We didn't care if bees shared the haven. The dragon now buzzed, it roared I laughed at their worries of cave-in. Timidly jumping, we soared But they killed our friend with the intention of saving. It was an enchanted place Where we hid and giggled and lived For an hour a day, as that was the case. And the smiling enemy thought they'd give Us a replacement. The look on her face! We don't forgive, with our little arms crossed A grudge was held for yea