Hello and welcome to my page! I am 18 years old and am still in Highschool, I have no idea where my life is heading but I hope that it will be a fun ride! I am still a kid at heart liking good Disney princess movies and Dreamworks movies too! when I first got on DeviantART my focus was solely on horses, that was three years ago. Since then I have broadened my interests to include fanart of movies and books, other animals, my own creations and even to write my own stories and even a fan fiction. If I had not gotten into this wonderful website then I would still be keeping my art all to myself and not show it to anyone and get help. I have also improved on my drawing skills since I have been on this site, three years ago I didn’t draw humans or really anything all that good, now I’m creating my own creatures and have even drawn other stuff besides horses. I hope that staying on this website I’ll improve even more and meet wonderful people! I have quite a few projects in the works that I hope to share with all of you wonderful artists!|
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Kemonomimi HetaliaXMale Reader Animal Keeper IntroKemonomimi Hetalia X Male Reader Animal Keeper Intro
You sighed as you sat up in bed. Your (Hair/color) hair ruffled from sleep. You rub your eyes and get out of bed. Today is your first day working as an Animal Keeper. You weren’t given all the details but apparently your major in zoology was enough to land you this obscure job. After pulling on a blue shirt and black pants. You slip on your white shoes and lab coat then head out.
You quietly walk down the hall, only replying to good mornings you receive. You enter the cafeteria and go to the counter to grab a coffee and muffin then go to sit at a random table. The table you choose happens to have two other people discussing a theory they have. At one point they notice you and turn to you.
“Hey” one of them calls “Aren’t you the new Animal Keeper?”
You turn to them with muffin in your mouth. After swallowing it you nod.
“Yeah, I am” you reply
The two snicker making you confused.
OHSHC X Albino Reader ChaptersOHSHC X Albino Reader Chapters
Part 1: OHSHC X Albino Reader Ok to be Different
Part 2: OHSHC X Albino Reader Sister
Part 3: OHSHC X Albino Reader Invitation to Visit
Part 4: OHSHC X Albino Reader Arriving
Part 5: OHSHC X Albino Reader Revealing
Part 6: OHSHC X Albino Reader Prank and Foreboding
Part 7: Soon
Part 8: Soon
Norway X Reader ~ Shy
"Hey, guess who's here again!" your workmate teased you while you were taking an order from the old lady, who took always the same cup of coffee and a bun. You gave your best wait even for a second- glare to your friend and turned back to the old lady with a smile. After you had taken the last order, you turned back to her.
"What now?" you asked a bit irritated of her ability to disturb you always at the perfect moment.
"He is here again", the woman smiled knowingly and nodded towards the customer's side. She was right.
It really is him...
"He" was a young, about 20-year-old slender man. Though he didn't look like the strongest man in the world, he was handsome in his own way. His hair was semi-long and its color was somehow as blond as flax. His hair was decorated with a reversed silver cross hair clip. And those eyes, you saw them almost in your dreams. He had deep blue eyes, which glowed a unique, mysterious aura.
The man always sat in the same place, right next
Hetalia x Reader- The Beach
(read description first please this story will have multiple ending so you pick who you end up with)
You adjusted the strap on your favorite bathing suit and looked in the mirror. (h/c) hair swept up into a high pony, (e/c) eyes with waterproof mascara, and your favorite (color) swimsuit on.
You were ready for the beach. Your friends had invited you out to the beach on their private island for the weekend and you had happily agreed. Why did they have a private beach you ask? Well because you were friends with the personifications of the countries.
And being countries they could get practically anything they wanted, including an island. OF course this island was off the map so no intruders would bother your little party. Another question has probably come to mind by now, how did i become friends with countries?
Good question, that would be because you are a country as well. The country of _______ in fact. The plane would leave in an hour and the airport was only thirty minutes away.
Norway x Reader (Secret Santa)Blank baby blue eyes lingered on you, watching you with great interest. Feeling the intense pressure that person was giving you, you tentatively raised your head and glanced at his direction, swiftly turning away with flaming cheeks the second your (insert colour) eyes met his.
Norway chuckled softly, resting his head on his hand as he continued to glue his blue orbs on you.
It was obvious to everyone that you had a serious attraction towards the reclusive nation, so clear that Norway himself knew. Whenever you were around him, you were forever blushing and stuttering about. Even after talking to him, you always had a triumphant grin plastered on your face, as if saying to yourself, 'Good job ___! You didn't humiliate yourself in front of him!'
Who could blame you though? His magical aura was both mystical and fascinating, and although he may appear serious and quiet, he had an odd playful side to him, making the Nordic country more intriguing and unique to you. The fact that he would
Hard Day, Soft Spot~2P!Canada X Reader RequestHard Day, Soft Spot
2P! Canada X Reader Request~ To MissCrazy97
The roaring flames in the fireplace were spraying waves of warmth to you you’re your cocoon position on the couch. Wrapped up in super soft blankets, you peered out the large cabin windows at the weathery night. Snow was cascading down from the heavens, each heavy blow of it slightly worrying you more as your gaze went to the clock, counting each second.
The speed of the falling was a problem, but the sound of the front door slamming open relieved your worries, turning to look up at the broad shadowed figure in the doorway grumbling curses as he knocked the snow from his boots, placing his bloody hockey stick against the closet. You smiled kindly as he shook the white snowflakes from his wavy blonde hair, getting up and going to him as he slowly peeled off his gloves and unbuttoned his Mounties jacket.
Standing in front of him, you reached a hand out to him, but yanked it back swiftly. His black
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You let out a small sigh, resting your head on your paws. This was great. It was fantastic! You had been caught by the dog catchers and now here you were, stuck at the pound. It was in no way a good place. Well, it was if you were looking for a headache. All day, the other dogs barked nonstop. It only got worse whenever someone came into the kennels to feed, water, take one of the dogs for a walk, or when someone came to take a look at the dogs. The only time there was peace was at night, when they all went to sleep.
Sighing, you thought over how you had been caught.
You trotted down the street, overgrown nails clicking against the concrete of the sidewalk. You were hungry and in need of a drink. You were hor
First Date (2P Canada x Reader)Matthew glared at himself. He finally got her to go out with him and now he had no fucking idea on where to take her. He took many chicks out, it wasn’t a big deal and he had no fucking idea why he was stressing over taking ________ out. They’ve been places alone, it wasn’t a big deal…before but now it was. He thought about the movies but nothing good was playing. He knew her long enough that she hated chick flicks. Maybe a dive bar, he could get in no problem but then there’s the other shit like him getting into a fight and she getting hurt. Maybe bowling that could work.
“Why don’t you take her to the movies?” he jumped. Artie was looking over his shoulder. He scowled at him.
“Nothing good is playing,”
“Ooh! How about that nice looking movie about boy meets girl?”
“She’d kill me, she hates those lovey dovey chick flicks and I don’t want to be around all that estrogen,”
Spain x Reader ~dancing lessons~
AN: this is a (reeeeaaaly late) contest prize for StrawberriiSuzu
congrats and I'm so sorry it took so long and I hope you'll enjoy it
“Ugh…” you face planted on your bed, done with everything.
“Come on (f/n), you’re not that bad.” Your best friend Elizabetha said, trying to cheer you up. It didn’t work. The only thing she got out of it was an annoyed groan, muffled by the pillow.
The reason you acted like this was because of a bal. Every year, a day before summer started, your school held a bal. And this year you planned to dance with your crush, Chris. There was only one tiny whiny problem you had forgotten about; you couldn’t dance. Not one step. You believed you were born with two left feet.
Eliza sighed and sat next to you on your bed. “Hey.”
Still no response. She pouted and crossed her arms. Man, you could be stubborn. She thought for a minute bef
nordics x reader ~A weird sport~
“Tic, tic, tic”
The sound of ticking sounded through the living room. Grunts of disapproval accompanied the ticking and an occasional ‘aha’. You were typing away on your laptop, trying to recover information for an essay. And the weird thing was, the essay was for P.E.
Yeah, your P.E. teacher actually gave you homework. And what did you have write about? A sport you had never heard of. So here you were, searching for ‘weird sports’.
“Octopush?” you raised a brow and clicked the link. Apparently it was underwater hockey.
“Not weird enough.” You sighed and went back to the previous page. “foot volley, beach handball, wheelchair basketball. I know of these. Ugh. Isn’t there anything interesting?” you mumbled.
You looked at the time, 5p.m. “Who…?”
“I’M COMING!” you yelled at the person abusing your doorbell.