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Point Commission_Aphin123 by ~gededude
Music soothes the savage beastSome days, Russia was nice. He would sit, perhaps offering a brief greeting, smiling that bizarre smile of his, and drift through the day without incident. He wouldn't threaten or hurt those around him. Sometimes, if one was lucky, he might even pay a compliment or give friendly advice. Those days were usually enjoyable by all countries.Music soothes the savage beast by ~Charise-Nitefire
Some days, Russia was brooding. He would take his usual chair and stare into space, seeming to be lost in his own world, not saying a word to anyone. The white-haired nation would cast thoughtful glances to different countries every now and then but that would be all. These days weren't enjoyed, but were acc
Mantras. Reader x RussiaMantras. Reader x Russia by ~sugoikawaiidesu
When those scared, purple eyes looked at her lying beneath him, his skin crawled and rose gooseflesh under his sleeves. She welcomed him so warmly with her gentle smile and her hand on his chilly cheek that frosted over a hot and embarrassing pink-ish hue. Benevolence and purity radiated from her facade and Ivan never felt safer.
He was still a little afraid, though, of hurting her. He was not the gentlest of giants around and she was well aware of that fact. But, that information seemed irrelevant to her. She thought it to be trivial and tossed it in the rubbish-bin like yesterday's news.
With him above her like this, the soft fibers of hi
the eyepatch and the handcuffs his hands have promisedthe eyepatch and the handcuffs by ~Satah
to wipe off every fingerprint
your last lover left on you
he has sworn he will
wear gloves, when he needs to,
and pay attention to the instructions on the boxes
"this side up"
and "fragile"
and you have sworn
you will try to let him
i hear your bodies whispering these things to each ot
Russia x Reader Commission Ch.1How had it come to this?Russia x Reader Commission Ch.1 by ~SmarticleParticle
Six months ago, you had it all. A beautiful palace, loving parents, gorgeous friends. You would spend hours wandering through the vast gardens, or reading in the massive library, or mingling with your father’s many guests.
How far you’d fallen.
You stepped out of your dress, bare skin prickling in the cold of the room he had given you. You were lucky to have this much; it had taken three months of careful persuasion for him to allow you your own bed. That did not guarantee privacy, though. He could ‘visit’ at any time, which was why you had to wear those hateful short nightdresses with too m
Changeling!Russia x Reader: Wings Alternate endingHe was sick of it. The whispering. The fear. The stares that followed him everywhere he went. The whispering behind his back. Ivan was sick of it all.Changeling!Russia x Reader: Wings Alternate ending by ~SmarticleParticle
He gritted his teeth as he trudged up the hill, pinpricks of light from the village twinkling beneath him. He shifted the pack on his back to his other shoulder. There wasn’t a lot in there; just some spare clothes and enough food to last until he got where he was going—wherever that was. Still, the pack was painfully heavy, even for a strong eighteen-year-old like him.
Leaving hadn’t been an easy decision to make. Even though he had wanted to do it for a long time, there wa
Changeling!Russia x Reader: WingsIvan couldn’t be sure exactly when he had fallen in love with his childhood friend. Perhaps it had been when they first met, when she was five and he was six; or maybe it had been during their early teenage years, when hormones raged like storms.Changeling!Russia x Reader: Wings by ~SmarticleParticle
Either way, Ivan was deeply in love with ______. However, there was a problem.
He had always known that he was different. The other children in the small village where he lived would run away if he asked to play with them. He didn’t do anything to scare them; there was just something about him that was frightening.
Even so, he couldn’t complain. That was how he met ____ .
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Demon!Russia x Sacrifice!Reader ch.5You stood on the edge of a golden field. Ears of corn swayed in the evening breeze, your skirt swished and your hair flew in front of your face. Wispy white clouds lined the pink sky, and birds serenaded each other in the distance.Demon!Russia x Sacrifice!Reader ch.5 by ~SmarticleParticle
In the centre of the field was a woman. Her back was turned, but you could see that she wore a long white dress and seemed to float above the ground, on a cloud of her own. Her long hair was gracefully gathered on top of her head and held together with a delicate silver band. Had she not been standing in a field, she could have been a royal.
You took a tentative step towards the woman in white. Dry grass snapped
I'd do a poll, but since I'm a peasant I'll have to make a journal about it.
The first story is a Victorian-themed supernatural thing. It's centred around Jack the Ripper, and a prostitute who wants revenge. It also involves angels and demons, as well as a war between the two. This would be out of my comfort zone since it's a mystery/thriller, and I don't normally write those. 
I haven't quite worked out the plot of the second story yet, but it would revolve around a teenager with mental health issues. I'd present these in a non-stereotypical way, and I think a lot of people could relate to some aspects of the plot. I'm leaning towards writing this one since I'm more familiar with the subject matter. 
Artistic 
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