Such Quiet (Skydoesminecraft One-Shot)The snow gradually got heavier, spinning in great flurries, painting the town in a thick layer of white. It continued to block out the sun; without the use of a clock most counted time through hours rather than seconds. There were purposefully foot shaped imprints soiling the once crisp frost. The streets were almost deserted, except from the small huddle of children which could've easily been mistaken for penguins. Naked trees were dotted along the roads, planted for decoration and symmetry. There were 4 children to be precise, all looking a lot chubbier than the last because of the thick, stuffed coats which encased their body heat. One of them squeezed away from the group, cupping his hand around his mouth as he called.Such Quiet (Skydoesminecraft One-Shot) by SnakefangWarriors
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"Hey guys, how 'bout we go down to the lake, I 'eard it's completely frozen over!"
"Sure thing Mitch, as long as Ian ain't gonna lose anything this time." The child nudged Ian playfully, as Ian returned a gaze back at Mitch in acceptance of going to the lake. "And as
Meeting at the Park (GermanyxReader) Ludwig inhaled the fresh park air, flipping the page of his book. His German Sheppard, Blackie, was lying at his master’s feet, his leash trapped under Ludwig’s foot. The day was beautiful and warm. Some children were playing on the playground set nearby. Every so often, the children would glance at the dog at Ludwig’s feet; wanting to ask to pet it but not wanting to disturb the owner.Meeting at the Park (GermanyxReader) by HorseandWolfLover93
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Ludwig felt bad; if only the children would ask. He would have enjoyed the children having fun with Blackie. He also didn’t want to approach them and seem like a total creeper. As he was thinking, a pale blur caught his eye.
You had just entered the park, holding onto your Labrador’s leash. Maxwell was shaking with excitement, looking at the yellow tennis ball you had in your hand. As soon as you had reached the open field of the park, somewhat near the playground, you unclipped Maxwell’s leash.
“Ok, Maxie. Go fetch!” you yelled
Intoxication (Male!EsmeraldaxReader) Part 1/2Intoxication (Male!EsmeraldaxReader) Part 1/2 by LeFantomeDancer
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~Author's Note: Esmeralda=Esmeraldo; I made him a bit more cynic than his female counterpart, just fyi. Some Romani definitions:
~Lyuba: love/Pakvora: beautiful~
It’s January 6th, ten in the morning in Île de la Cité, France. The city is bustling with activity, and more so than usual—or from what you know, at least. You aren’t a native to city life, but rather trace your origins to the quiet countryside beyond Notre Dame. (The “coming of age” and, more importantly, need for money drove you to abandon your modest surroundings in exchange for that of a maidservant—not lavish, but well off enough.)
Your (e/c) eyes watch, intrigued, as the dull bearings of the town become emblazoned with life. People are selling Romani clothes, foreign spices, and various meats and fish at the market. Streets are being swept and the merchants are putting out their exotic goods in preparation for the celebration. Crowds are filling the streets i