Yeah so I'm gonna try and finish all those requests but it's been two years and yeah....
I just posted two.... So we will see, I think I have like 13 more....
I'm a crap person I know....
1920's!Con Artist!ReaderxChina~ In the Moment1920's!Con Artist!ReaderxChina~ In the Moment by BeagleBug
You sat in the little cafe and took another long drawl of your lipstick stained cigarette. You were bored. Nobody
interesting had walked in, not to mention anyone worth robbing. You shook your head, bobbed hair swishing, and crossed your legs.
You almost felt like pouting, you had worn the “work” outfit today too. A red, loose dress with a black trim, black sash and two long black beaded necklaces. It had curving neckline and came down to your knees. On your feet, a pair of black heels.
Well looks like I better pack it home, you thought to yourself.
You took another sip of coffee, preparing to leave when a new man walked in. Your lips curled, and you settled back down. Bingo.
Yao viewed the cafe with disinterest. He was only here to kill an hour or so. He wore an expensive business suit, his black hair tied into a ponytail. In his own country this was the norm, but he wasn’t in his own cou
Adopted!Family!NordicsxAbused!Reader~ To be Loved“Berwald? I want another child…”Adopted!Family!NordicsxAbused!Reader~ To be Loved by BeagleBug
Berwald glanced down at his partner (wife) Tino. The two of them were in bed, Tino’s head resting comfortably on Berwald’s chest. Tino had murmured it so quietly that Berwald almost missed it. The two of them were in a good place for another child. They had a large house, and Tino and Berwald made a good deal of money as furniture designers, a job that allotted quite a bit of free time.
They had already adopted another little boy Mathias, who had been in their lives since infancy. He was ten now, very happy and healthy.
Berwald’s brother’s Lukas and Emil also lived with them. It was a very warm, if not slightly dysfunctional, household.
Tino shifted his head and met Berwald’s eyes.
“Ber?” Tino asked.
“Alright,” he mumbled.
Tino smiled and let out a happy sigh, nuzzling closer to his husband and the two of them drifted off to sleep.
NorwayXReader~ Lost in OsloNorwayXReader~ Lost in Oslo by BeagleBug
Oslo was beautiful. The one thousand year old capital of Norway was lovely, and you were proud you chose such an amazing vacation spot. However, your pride was overshadowed by the impending feeling of self-loathing you were having at the moment.
Through the twists and turns of this beautiful city, you had gotten yourself completely, and utterly lost. You had finally saved the money to visit a foreign country, and you were lost on the first day. You couldn’t even find your hotel. You were just pathetically wondering through alleyways, dragging a suitcase behind you and trying to get your bearings.
You turned a corner and found yourself in a particularly shady alley. At the end by the exit, there were five men lounging around.
Well, now you had two options. Either make your way back where you came from and hope for the best, or continue forward towards the road and risk walking between five strange men in a strange city.
Where you just came from hadn’t been giving you much lu
Human vs. HumanityHuman.Human vs. Humanity by BeagleBug
You are nothing.
Born, grow, school, work, retire, die.
It’s there and it’s gone.
The same over and over and over again.
You are tiny.
The Earth will turn with or without you.
You will be forgotten.
You will fade into history and posterity will move on.
You are powerless and weak.
A grain of sand in the wind.
We are everything.
Exist, struggle, adapt, change, thrive, survive.
We have existed for ages.
We grow and innovate and progress.
We are enormous.
Our impact on this Earth is everlasting.
Our history burns in our hearts and in our minds.
We learn from our wars, movements and revolutions.
Together we are mighty, a force to be reckoned with.
A volcano that stands above all, with the power to coexist or destroy.
You are nothing.
We are everything.
|Um... I can't really draw, or sketch, or paint, or cartoon. I can write... But not in a weepy, blogging way but a..... Well mainly FanFiction... Anyways I love acting and consider myself a movie nerd.... Sooooo yep. Thats that.|