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Flower Languages - 2P!RomanoXReaderFlower Languages - 2P!RomanoXReader by CaeriLorem
Pink Camellia – 2P!Romano
It had been two years since I moved to another country, to improve my skill in fashion. I had learnt a lot so far and I thought that it was going to be really useful when I went back. I still had one more year to go before I could go back to my home country and saw the usage of my study.
I was having a two weeks break now and I spent much time in the city, looking for new inspiration. Every time I got one, I always scribbled it in my notes. There were so many types of fashion, from casual to formal. I couldn’t help but being interested in making new outfits, the ones that no one had ever thought of. Maybe a little bit from this and that would be good. Just a mixture of former and modern types.
When I was satisfied for the day, I went home and after doing all chores, I sat down before a laptop of mine and began to chat with my friends.
I kept in touch with them this way and there’s someone whom I want to always be connected with. He was the on
Door 11 (Bartender!ScotlandXReader)aewsomsause
You step through door number eleven and into a bustling pub of some sorts.
You look around and notice that literally everyone that seemed to be there was drunk, totally and utterly plastered.
“What the…” you mutter as you make your way around the drunk men on the floor and the horrid singers on the tables, all you were looking for was one sober person in this place.
You finally made it to the bar and signaled to the bartender for some help, “Um, sir? Can I get some help please?” you inquired to the turned back.
The man turned around and you were somewhat shocked at his incredibly handsome features, from his emerald eyes to his bright red hair.
“Aye lass, what seems to be the trouble?” he spoke in an accent that made you shiver, he was indeed an all-around hunk on all levels.
“Well I have no idea where I am, could you tell me” you asked as you looked away from his intense gaze and devilish lips.
“Well lass, it seems ye ended u
Scotland x Reader: Drunken MisunderstandingsAllistor KirklandInsanityVixen
(Language and stuff - you're drunk and angry so there's a fair bit of swearing.)
Lively chatter and playful banter filled the little pub. Everywhere you looked there were groups of people laughing, but not the one person you were searching for. He should have been difficult to miss; a tall and well-built man with a head of fiery orange wasn’t exactly inconspicuous, especially when he was drunk. Finally you resigned yourself to the fact that Allistor hadn’t turned up. Ordering another drink with a short nod to the bartender, you sighed and muttered to yourself.
“Happy birthday __________.” With a half-hearted smile, you downed the alcoholic beverage in one.
It took a moment for the clock to come into focus, but you soon realised that you’d been alone at the bar for a little over two hours. That wasn’t to say that it hadn’t been your choice to remain alone. There had been a couple of offers, you recalled, from some de
Taming the Beast Scotland X ReaderVampireGodesNyx
"I hope you're ready for this, she can be pretty intimidating you know. But don't get your hopes too awful high either, like I said before, she's a really shy one that girl. So we'll just have to wait and see. I did bring her favorite food though, so hopefully she'll come out today." Scotland had you out in the middle of the Loch Ness, in a very small boat. It looked like it may start pouring down rain at any minute. "She does love this kind of weather you know, makes it harder for people to spot her." He pulled some rather stinky cheese from a barrel he'd brought aboard the boat. "It's Vieux Boulogne, one of the stinkiest cheeses in the world. But it's Nessie's favorite. She should be able to smell it no matter where she is."
"I don't doubt it, that stuff smells awful." You covered your nose with your hand and scrunched up your face in disgust.
"I know it. I don't know what would make a lovely sea serpent like her like such a pungent cheese. Oh that m
Smoke (ScotlandXReader)Deep, deep into the furthest recesses of your sleep, a familiar scent wafted over you. It wasn’t the pleasant cookie-scent your mother used to wake you up with, nor the papery smell of the Sunday newsletter your father used to concentrate on in the mornings. It was a homely, wonderful smell which instantly made you swell with warmth and content.shihachii
The mixture contained a blend of something sickly sweet, like the sugar candies you used to chew on until your jaw was sore, as well as a hot, musky type of smell. All of that mixed with the smell of used linen sheets and the heady smell of sweat, strangely you could also detect a breath of frosty air. Drowsily, your tired eyes fluttered open – determined to name that particular scent that had lured you from your dreams.
Still sleepy, you focused on the bed sheets you were facing, reaching up mutely to stroke the spot where a freckled chest would have normally been. It took a moment for your brain to comprehend who was missing from
Scotland x Reader - The Sound of the Heartaranel753
“I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
But she's just like a maze
Where all of the walls all continually change
And I've done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe it's got nothing to do with me” – Daughters, John Mayer
Allistor felt lost.
Trying to understand her mind was like trying to capture the water of an ocean’s wave. On a moment, it would be there, filling his hands with more than he could ever believe he would be able to catch, soaking his fingers and surrounded him with an impossible amount of liquid. A wave that would encircle him with more than he’d ever be able to retain. Next, it would go back, leaving him alone, standing with his hands put together with the little amount he could preserve. However the barrier of his skin was never good enough to hold the salty seawater inside of it, so it would slip, drop by drop, away from him and back to the wet sand. It left him
Whispers (Scotland x Reader)Whispers of snow trace her (s/c) skin that is meshed with (h/c) locks that sit elegantly under a heavy winter hat. She is shivering as her arms wrap about Allistor Kirkland with a careful grace that causes the said man to shudder at. The Scott's head of fire is turning to ash with the white flakes that sprinkle over him.DogLover6232
A passer-by on the street gives softly spoken, "Aww," at the thought that the two are a couple when they are the closest thing to. (Y/n) gives the woman a wide-eyed stare to attempt to state that, in fact, they are not quite yet a couple.
"Lass, ya passed my house.." Allistor is laughing now and it is resonating around them, tangling itself into the trees and fading away with the shushing gasps of wind. He only stops when he notices that (y/n) is not laughing and her (e/c) eyes are downcast in embarrassment.
"Sorry," her breath is whispering with the snow as she turns back to head in the right direction.
The Scotsman frowns with a distaste so heavy that is felt
~Illness~ Romano x SICK!Reader There was one thing Romano understood about pain, and that was illness. He had known it since he was a young child, so many years ago. It may have been slightly different than what (Y/N) was feeling, but he had a good idea how she was. South Italy sat on the end of her bed, watching as she slept on. Her face was stained red with a feverish flush. The only reason why he lingered - he didn't want to see her ill and lonely. Of course, he didn't want to see her ill in general. He felt bitter at how she was taking shallow breaths, of how occasionally she cough viciously. She looked like she was on the verge of death.EpicJaxx
Romano remained, even after noticing she was probably asleep. He couldn't help but think of how pretty (Y/N) was normally. He did like her awfully a lot. He liked her so much, he had been feeling guilty for flirting with other girls recently. Especially now. She was in so much pain, because he had forgotten about her. He was supposed to
RomanoxReader - UselessSherlockedHazza
This is how your afternoon was going so far. You were pointlessly laying around in Lovino's living room right now. It was a sunny Sunday evening, such a beautiful day to go outside and enjoy the fresh air! Nope. Not in your world. At least not right now.
You were currently spinning and stopping a world globe that you had found behind a couch. Lovi wasn't around at the moment, so you decided it would be fun to take a quick look at it and discover new countries!
What a bad idea that was.
After about 15 minutes of trying to find new country names, you just got more and more depressed. Every time you'd take a look at Britain, you'd think of your friend who had just found a wonderful job over there. Every time you'd look at Australia, you'd remember your other friend and how she found the love of her life during a trip to Canberra and was now getting married in a couple of months. Heck, you'd even take a look at Canada and wis
Drink the Medicine or Else! (RomanoxSick!Reader)Drink the Medicine or else!luckydog10heart
"Ah-Ah....... Oh.. I-it's just a false ala- ACHOO!!" you groaned, wiping your nose with a kleenex. Currently, you were in bed, sick with a cold and a fever, feeling like a truck had ran you over. You couldn't get up and it even hurt when you try to speak so the Italy brothers had been at your house, taking care of you.
Feliciano had to leave for a while since Ludwig dragged him out to train, so Romano was left taking care of you and he wasn't very happy at all to be taking care of a sick person, even though you were his girlfriend.
"Stupid fratello and that damned potato-bastard.." he mutter angrily as he entered the room, a small bag and a glass of water in his arms. You stared at him curiously as he came closer, hooking his foot on one of the chairs, dragging it over to you and sitting down.
He carefully took out the medicine inside the bag, opened it and poured the recommended amount inside the small measurement cup before
About my art:|
I tend to end up drawing a lot of fanart when I'm doodling in my sketchbooks. Most of the art I do outside of my adv. painting class is done in pencil or pen, and usually don't have color, since I like adding that in Photoshop (its SO much easier to change colors and figure out color schemes.)
I also do some writing on the side, and I sometimes do art for it. The character in my gallery work, Amane Hamano, is a central character for this story, as well as several others, so you'll see a lot of her (yes, she has the same first name as my user name, but Amane is such a nice name, no? ).
A little about me:
I've been drawing for about 5-6 years now, and have improved A LOT. When I look back at my work, I still go "I did that?! Are you sure I wasn't possesed or something?" ><'
Art is a central point in my life, and now I can't imagine not being able to draw or paint or anything like that.
I'm a very relaxed but crazy girl. It takes a lot to make me mad. I, like many of my friends, am random and fun, as well as polite and nice to a fault (sometimes, I'm too nice for my own good though >_<').
I tend to become a little OCD with my art, which is why I can sometimes take forever to finish something, especially in painting class . I can also end up rambling, like I probably am right now.
I hope those who take time to view my work will enjoy it, because i put a lot of work and love into art. I also love to hear what people think of my work, as long as they are not trying to be rude. Have a great day!
Current Residence: Texas oh Texas!
Favourite genre of music: Mixed.
Favourite cartoon character: Skulker! ^-^ Clockwork, Swat kats, Kup, Shadow the Hedgehog, .
Personal Quote: "Yeah, well, reality is surreal!", "Yay! Randomness!",