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Disney Talia EpilogueEpilogue: Dreams Come True
So the story ends as the story began, at a simple wishing well in Disneyland. The magic of the park granted Italy's wish; to have the adventure of a lifetime with his friends.
And they did just that, have a fantastic adventure. Friends were made, heroes rose, villains fell, and a couple people died but they came back to life in the end.
Italy told everyone about it at the next world meeting, but no one believed him, not even those who were there. They told him it was a dream, but he knew it was real. Every night since then, he'd open a small box containing the golden crest that the emperor gave him and the ticket stubs to Disneyland from that day.
And every night, he'd look out his window and search for the evening star and make a wish. Nothing extraordinary like the adventure he went on, but to remember that adventure.
And as is known;
When you wish,
Dreams come true...
Disney Talia Part SevenPart Seven: Alakazam!
"Italy! Italy, can you hear me?"
Veneziano slowly blinked his eyes open, focusing on the source of the voice.
"G-Germany? Wh-what happened?"
"You fainted," Germany explained, "Maleficent was about to finish you off when-"
"Maleficent! Where is he?"
"Taken care of, from the looks of it!" Heracles and Romano swooped down on the white pegasus, gesturing to the dragon laying dead on the ground, "The emperor told me Maleficent's weak point, and this dude totally pulled a hero move and took him out." he announced, giving the Italian a noogie.
"Get the hell off of me, you bastard!"
"That is enough!" Yao strode towards the group with Japan behind him. Heracles' removed his hand from Romano and bowed at the royalty's presence. After a moment, the other three did so as well. Yao gestured for Italy to rise. He did so shakily, keeping his eyes on the ground
"I've heard a great deal about you, Italy Veneziano. You appeared in an abandoned tower, set on a perilous quest,
Disney-Talia Part 6Part 6: The Spell Will Be Broken
"And now, my dear Italy Veneziano, we duel."
The dragon stalked circles around Italy, his tongue slipping in and out of his mouth in a snake-like manor. Italy kept his eyes peeled on the monster, no turning back now. He couldn't wave his white flag and run like usual. Germany put a hand on his shoulder, "I'm right here next to you."
Maleficent's jaws suddenly clamped shut inches from Italy's curl. He kept his gaze locked on the sorcerer, studying his every move, waiting for-
The snake-like tongue that taunted Italy before was now laying in front of him. Maleficent let out a low snarl.
"You git!" he hissed, but it came out as "You gih!"
"Enough messing around," Italy challenged, finding a new sense of courage, "let's fight for real."
"Dude! How long does this staircase go for?" Heracles complained, lagging behind Japan on the tower stair.
Japan rolled his eyes, Keep it together, Japan. At l
Disney-Talia Part FivePart 5: Worth Fighting For
Above the castle of the Prince Ivan, deep in the mountains, another palace stood atop the peaks, glaring over the ranges. At the highest tower, stood Maleficent. He circled around the emperor, Yao Wang, whose hands were bound in chains.
“I tire of your arrogance, old man. Bow to me!” Maleficent demanded.
“No matter how the wind howls, the mountain cannot bow to it.” Yao replied calmly, without shifting his gaze from the mountain range.
“Then you will kneel in-” his sentence was interrupted by the sound of flapping. The two glanced up to see a flying mint bunny gently fluttering down to it’s master’s shoulder.
“What is it, Diablo?” Maleficent asked the winged creature, slightly annoyed with its timing. The bunny squeaked for several moments and Maleficents bushy eyebrows vanished into his blonde hair.
“What?! Someone has been deemed worthy of the blade?” he grabbed a hand mirror fro
Disney-Talia Part FourPart 4: Be Our Guest
“I saw him go in there.” Flynn pointed to the monstrous castle up ahead. Italy took a step towards it in horror.
“Are you sure?” he asked quietly, to which his companion nodded, “I was afraid of that. Well, let’s go-”
“Italy?” a familiar voice spoke.
“Germany!” Italy flung himself into his friend’s arms, sobbing, “I was so scared! I didn’t know where I was or how we got here I didn’t know where you were and-“
“Calm down, Italy. It’s okay now.”
“Uh, ahem?” Heracles poked Germany’s shoulder, “Introductions, please?”
“Oh, ja. Italy, this is Heracles, the demi-god.”
“Hey, he looks like Amer… Never mind. And this,” he gestured to his own partner, “is Flynn Rider. He says he saw my brother going into this castle.”
“The prince’s castle,” Cheshire appeared above th
Disney-Talia Part ThreePart 3: Curiouser and Curiouser
Japan had been walking for quite some time now. He rubbed the scratches on his arm, some luck to have fallen through tree branches, he must’ve looked like a wreck. No matter, it didn’t look like there was anyone to impress in these woods, not even so much as a rabbit or bird could be seen in the darkness. Even so, Japan couldn’t help but feel that he was being watched by… something.
Eventually, he came to a fork in the path. One way looked more recently used and friendly, while the other looked like no one had tread on it in months. However, a faint light came from that way; a village, perhaps?
“ ‘Twas brilig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogroves, and the mome raths outgrabe,” A light and quiet voice sang. Japan looked towards where the singing came only to find no one there, “Lose something?” a pair of lavender eyes appeared.
Japan took a step ba
Disney-Talia Part TwoPart 2: Zero To Hero
Germany gasped for air as he reached the surface. He tried to process what happened in the past few seconds; one moment he was at a table eating lunch with Japan and Romano, the next he was falling from the sky and into a river in the middle of a forest... Was he drunk or something? No, this was definitely real.
He hauled himself onto the bank, taking in the surroundings. A relatively shallow river, lucky he didn’t hit the bottom, complete with a waterfall in a lush forest. He certainly wasn’t in Disneyland anymore.
Germany’s head whipped around at the sound of splashing.
“Japan? Is that you?” he called out, taking a step back in the river. Wrong move. A monster, part man and part horse, galloped into view. Germany stood there, wide eyed at the beast.
“Who are you?” it demanded.
“What are you?” he challenged back.
“I am Nessus, guardian of the river. And you are trespass
Disney-Talia Part OnePart 1: Fate? Destiny? A Flying Mint Bunny.
“Ow… my head… Where am I?”
Italy stood up, rubbing his head painfully. He glanced around the room, taking the time to admire the marvelous paintings on the wall. Everything seemed familiar, somehow, he couldn’t put his finger on it, maybe a peek outside would help? Slowly cracking open the window, he saw that he was at least one hundred feet from the ground! In a tower! He stumbled back, a bit shocked by the great height. Building up courage, Italy poked his head back out the window, spying a man running towards the tower.
Italy grabbed a nearby frying pan, hiding behind a wardrobe as the man proceeded to climb the stone wall. He held his breath, waiting for the stranger to come into view…
The man fell onto the floor unconscious. Italy stared at him, shocked at what he’d done. His expression changed when the stranger’s golden blonde hair suddenly became recognizable from
Disney-Talia ProloguePrologue: When You Wish
A bright, sunny day would make anyone happy, especially when they were at Disneyland. Sadly, ‘anyone’ didn’t include Italy. He usually was the brightest and most energetic of the former Axis Powers, but not today. Why? Because his friends weren’t having as much fun as he was.
Italy wanted to get together with his best friends and elder brother at the happiest place on earth, but they all thought the park was, well, childish. Of course, they didn’t tell him, but he had the feeling they weren’t enjoying themselves at all.
Italy had wandered off on his own after his friends, Germany, Japan and Romano, went to grab a bite to eat, he wasn’t that hungry, anyway.
“I just wanted us to get together like old times, but without World War 2 going on.” he sighed, leaning up against a wishing well. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a coin. Wishing wells weren’t really magic, but hey, it helps make dreams
Yandere!Levi x Reader |Notes| AUA/N: It is creepy at times.
You always thought that nobody liked you. No, not in a depressing sort of way - just that nobody had a "crush", or any romantic feelings for you. It didn't really bother you, you didn't need a man's attention. That's why you felt genuinely surprised when you saw a piece of paper on your desk.
It was an average day at school, nothing more, nothing less. The bell rang, signaling class was about to start, and that's when you noticed the slip of paper that managed to find your desk. Thinking that maybe one of your friends left you a note, you opened it was low expectations. Boy, did your eyes widen when you read the contents.
Your hair looks absolutely gorgeous, as do you.
Letting out a shaky laugh, you figured that it was probably just a prank. People liked to sadistically deceive one another all the time, right? The bait was set, but there was no way you'd snap at it for a cheap laugh. Ignoring that note, you just stuffed it in your backpack, and carr
Secret Admirer V [Yandere!Levi x Blind!Reader]
[Warning: Themes of kidnapping and Stockholm's syndrome]
Click. Click. Click.
The familiar footsteps immediately diminished your drowsiness. You jolted from your pillow, directing your body towards the sounds and curled your knees to your chest. Though the sound of the iron grating against the bricks normally made anyone sick, you were used to it. In fact, you found it comforting. It signaled that the only person in your life, your captor, your mysterious lover, your secret admirer, approached you. As his steps halted at the edge of your bed, you shyly held out your hands, questioning his whereabouts. You couldn’t hide your smile as the warmth of his calloused hands encircled your frigid fingers, and his weight shifted you a little closer to him. After cradling the back of your head in his palm, he pulled you into a slow, sultry kiss. At first, you thought of this term of affection as intrusive. It invaded your space physically, emotionally and mentally. But, overtime, you loved
Is Creepypasta Ruined? (Short Rant) I'm not sure if people are going to listen to me,but...
many people complain how creepypasta fandom is AWFUL
✔how ocs ruin the fandom
✔how yaoi/porn ruin the fandom
✔how fangirls ruin the fandom
✔how the stabbing accident is related to all of us.
I am kind of tired of listening how people whine
that they want old creepypasta back.
Sad thing that,
they blame people
who do what they enjoy,
ART is not going to ruin stories
▪nor your be hated fangirls
Just leave the talented artists alone.
stop bullying every living creature just to please yourself.
You cannot take old creepypasta back.
Nor you ever be able to complain to every pasta fan.
Our fandom is not ruined,
Everyday this fandom joins thousands of people.
We are not dying.
we grow up every day. ❤️
Secret Admirer IV [Yandere!Levi x Blind!Reader]
[Warning: themes of kidnapping and Stockholm’s syndrome]
Nothing hurt Levi more than hearing your screams and cries of despair, bouncing along the walls and piercing down to his psyche. But, overtime, these rebellious noises diminished. You resisted him less and less and even seemed to enjoy his visits . Gradually, he believed you adjusted to the idea that he indeed only wished to protect you and take care of you.
He witnessed himself how crafty and adept you could be in the underground. Despite your blindness, you learned how to avoid danger and fight off predators that crossed your path. But, in the dangerous world you lived in, one mistake was all you needed. The hollows in your collarbone and your cheeks, the sags beneath your eyes indicated how underfed you were, which lead to a physical weakness that even you could not ignore. Despite the cloudy film over your eyes, a pleasant innocence and purity resided behind those beautiful, damaged windows. You were a perfect balance o
Secret Admirer VII [Yandere!Levi x Blind!Reader]
[Warning: themes of kidnapping, Stockholm’s syndrome and sexual elements]
“Say it again. Say my name.”
As Levi latched his lips around the tender spot beneath your ear, you complied, squeezing your eyes shut. He lightly tugged at the cloth concealing your shoulders, sucking hard down the contour of your neck and leaving purple indentions along the way. His name rolled from your lips in weak moans. As he pulled himself away from his assault on your neck with a low gasp, his slender fingers slipped through the first loop connecting your shirt, his knuckles brushing against the concealed flesh. Your cheeks tinged red.
“Again,” he said, compressing the button between his thumb and knuckle. “Louder.”
Heart racing, you muttered his name once more. Unsatisfied with this result, he unfastened the buttons of your shirt. A little part of you still tried to pull you away, to keep you from this madness, but his touch was so intoxicating. Despit
Secret Admirer VI [Yandere!Levi x Blind!Reader]
[Warning: themes of kidnapping and Stockholm’s syndrome]
“My name is Levi...”
The words repeated in his mind over and over again. As he gripped the iron bars harder than ever before, the frigidness of the metal cut into his skin. He watched you with an aching heart as you twisted and tangled yourself in the covers. Tears rolled down your temples, down the contours of your face. Face contorting to a grimace, you whined incoherently, too exhausted to fully express your worries and feelings into full sentences. The only words you were able to whimper were,
“Levi-! Why! Where-? Please...,” all in between choked sobs.
He thought about your reaction when he finally revealed the truth to you; beating his chest, demanding every possible answer for your current state, hisses and curses. He couldn’t blame you. He let it happen. Once originally a trusted friend, he became a criminal, stealing one of the most sacred human rights from you. Even worse, what made h
Bite of '87"CREEEEAAAAAAKKKKK"
The year was 1987, and a recently added attraction at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was developing a lot of popularity. The show featured, obviously, a pirate's theme, and the star was a red fox animatronic, cleverly titled "Foxy." The children already adoring the pizza place's animatronics instantly fell in love with it.
However, parents felt another perspective on the fox. His mouth made a constant creaking sound whenever he spoke, and he made such haphazard movements that the hook on his hand would tend to swing dangerously close to the children watching.
It was too bad that the show was shut down so soon after it started.
The cause was a child asking her dad to take pictures of her with Foxy during the show. Nobody had really noticed how much the animatronic's creaking had intensified that day. There had also been the rumors going around about the animatronics being alive, with personalities and thoughts.
But more importantly, nobody really noticed how much Foxy glared
Melodies (Yandere!Erwin x Singer!Reader) [AU]
The lights are dim, and the air is cold, a faint smell of lavender wafting about. The relaxed ambiance makes the bar popular with customers, their chatters heard over the music playing in the background.
You step up onto the stage, and the music stops, voices lowering in volume, and the spotlights shine on you. Heads turn, eager to listen to your performance, and you promptly sat on a stool, positioned in front of the microphone.
You look behind your shoulder, relief flooding through your veins as you see the copper-haired figure — Jean — shooting you a grin, a guitar resting against his form. You once again direct your attention to the audience, your eyes fluttering closed as you hold your breath, waiting for the guitar to start playing out its rhythm. You finally opened your mouth and began to sing, the melody filling your ears, a subtle smile playing on your lips.
♪ Love is so different here,
Yandere!Hanji X Reader ||Scientific||part 2
Death, violence, swears, the usual. I had to make a second cause you guys, and myself loved the first one ;D
p.s this one is actually pretty damn gory
You shakily tried to calm your breathing as her footsteps furthered away from the room you were locked in. Your eyes gazed down towards the multicolored haired boy who was lying in a pool of his own blood. "Oh Jean, I'm so sorry..." you mumbled as you turned your head away. You tried to escape the entire time she was gone, but all of your efforts only ended with rope burn on both of your wrists.
She nearly slams the door into the wall as you watch her drag a bloodied, and tied up Eren into the room. She throws him onto the floor in front of you and smiles, "See darling? Look at all the things I do for you!"
You shudder as you watch her pick up the same bloodied bar she had used on Jean. "I loved my experiments on Eren, but I love you even more. Look at all I give up for your happiness!"
She brings the bar down onto E
My Nightmare Before Christmas Part 17Medea's POV
I have no idea what on earth Jack was working on with all of these orange gemstones and gold pieces, but it was certainly keeping him occupied when he wasn't planning for next year's Halloween. Thankfully, he was still busy when Christmas came around the corner, the perfect moment to make my escape to the real world. My first thought was to take the passage from the graveyard, but I would be more hidden if I took the door at that place with the doors Jack called the Hinterlands. I heard him say that if you go through your own door, you come to the real world. Real world. That sounded so familiar, I couldn't put my boney finger on it. But that was where I needed to go, that's where this Mortimer character was, as well as my past.
I knew something was up with the blue girl that night on Halloween. She looked at that boy funny, kind like of the way I did when Master Jack brought home all those sparkly thing from the tree door. I had a bad feeling about those
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