=autumn--thunder

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Stories of mine that I'm especially fond of~

Merciful (Pirate!Prussia x Reader)He did not care even to notice he wasn’t alone until he reached the shore of the large town, glinting cutlass in hand whilst a flintlock rested in the fingers of the other, the grip easy and his expression calm enough that one could easily assume he had no fears about his place on the beach that night. The entire place was deserted at first, the people of the town assuredly sound asleep in their beds; moonlight drenched the sands while the sea remained at low tide, exposing much of the white expanse. If he glanced behind himself he could still catch sight of his ship resting there on the waters quite a distance away, although near enough that he didn’t feel completely alone and abandoned there.
A cool breeze blew suddenly past him, sending a brief wave of shivers cascading over his light skin and spine. Drawing a shuddering breath, he quickly drew his cloak further over his shoulders in response, soothed by the feel of the material against his skin but also slightly bo

Final Hours (New Zealand x Reader)It all began with an exclamation; a shaky and poignant cry, a solid mingling of pain and resignation in the pitch of the soldier’s tone.
In truth, he’d barely spoken up to that point, often choosing that he would rather sleep or simply wait by the beds of his friends and dying acquaintances while he pressed their wounds and spoke to them in hushed tones about how it would all soon be over; by Christmas, even. It should have been fair enough to assume that he hated lying alone in his own bed, with his aching limbs and his sunken eyes, holding a filthy cloth to his own stained and pierced chest whilst constantly weighed down by the thought of the sheer suffering that existed all about him in all the engulfing misery of a thinly veiled Hell.
Never was he the sort to sit by and watch, after all. He couldn't watch innocent men die all in vain, whether it was from disease or twisted mangling, or the holes and wounds burned into bodies by guns and the blast of the ever f

Noose (Bushranger!Australia x Reader)Although most would not have believed him if he said so, Jack always did think himself a decent, reasonably collected sort of man.
On most nights of summer, he would enact the exact same routine and the same systematic way of life, waiting by the side of the red-dusted path in eager anticipation, patiently standing there in wait for a gentleman of some sort that might have been called a victim or otherwise a player in the great game he referred to as his very existence. Most nights he would wait there until came the startling blaze of dawn and the birds, when past came the horses and their raucous, cocky riders, accompanied commonly by the roars of early morning calls and the gentle thuds of come-morning hooves. It was in those moments that he dared retreat, although more often than not he would return ever and again to once more take up his still and erect post by gates, and in the dense shadows of eucalypts and spinifex as he shuffled his feet in the dirt and held tight to his

Desperation (Prussia x Reader)It's a frozen, peculiar sort of night.
Well, he believes it's night, anyhow. He's counted the hours meticulously in his head, sometimes the minutes, yet he's had to halt both his thinking and breathing so many times simply to stare at the stone wall and dare to wonder if there's still some part of him that's alive that he can hardly be certain.
It's lonely, too, come to think of it, doing little more than wasting away through the agonising years with cold fingers and an ageless face. But, then again, that element of his circumstance doesn't quite concern him as much as he might have supposed it would. Perhaps, instead, it's the thought of being trapped, constricted within frozen, solid walls. Maybe it's the idea that not even time itself makes sense in his head any longer, when every short day of living in nothingness feels as though it's yet another countless year gone by.
Maybe it's the claustrophobia getting to him at last, pricking at his mind along with th

My life

Jeff Wayne's Musical Version of the War of the Worlds

can I just

A bit of an obsession

Not even sorry

_{Is there even a fandom for this. ;;

*sobbing*

I just

I don't even know why I love HH as much as I do but it's effectively an addiction}

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France has taken every sane part of me

_{My absolute favourite Hetalia character, for more reasons than I can describe. He was the one that brought me into the fandom, and inevitably the one that will carry me through it. <3 He's just amazing, but unfortunately so misjudged and misunderstood, and it's so tragic that in the fandom he's frequently depicted as something he's not. Seriously, his cheerful personality, the broken person beneath from his years apart from Joan, how optimistic he is despite the suffering and revolution and war and agony he's had to witness... he's put up with so much crap and dealt with so much through his lifetime, watching people die all around him, and yet he's still so kind, and such a wonderful person. I love him. <33 There's so much more that could be said, but my feelings are so hopelessly out of control right now that it would be hard to accurately say them how they are.}

Welcome to my humble abode.

_{You'll find me hiding in the bushes with a cutlass. Beware the strange, undisciplined dreamer.}

People I love, and my dA family~

<333

_{I love you all so much.

I really hope that I haven't forgotten anyone.

Now my dA family~

=autumn--thunder - The history obsessed cup of tea that sits in the corner and gets cold whilst sobbing over feels for Lord Nelson and the Artilleryman

*huzzellzebub - The one that drinks all the milk

ever

in the universe

ALL the milk

~GeeGee98 - Sister for life and a keen lover of Charles the Second cell

~WolvenCompany - My twin and an embodiment of flawless awesome

=HillsOfSilence - My other cousin

=TomatoFairyGodmother - The Tom and Jerry's. ;w;

~Heavenly-Penelope - Crazed sister

~DotheUMBRIDGESMASH - Citizen of Sealand

~Jkenw7 - My mother, apparently. I have many mothers.

~animefan046 - The mischievous Aussie~

~Asuye - My beautiful, possibly embroidered handkerchief

~leogirl11 - The lava lamp. ;v;

*maxride97 - The overly polite lamp

~The-Puzzle-Ninja - The person who sleeps on my (nonexistent) stairs with a baby cow, and whom occasionally catches things on fire.

=WhatAFunnyRainbow - The VERY NOT OBVIOUS stalker-llama in my crazy neighbour's rhododendrons

~AkikoGurl - The very silent and stealthy air conditioner

~findmyface - The favorite cousin who's a total tomboy, and whom kicks bullies' asses if they even get close to me. She's got my back and I've got hers

~MissKensi - My pet Great Pyrenees. So fluffy... ;;

~lilly-suff - My lovely daughter

*x--KCK--x - That spider that's always chilling in the corner of the room, just hanging there and spinning a web whilst hoping not to be smacked with a newspaper.

=Hopedrop - My awesome boss who will flashmob and breakdance any day of the week.

~0-EmoLeopard-0 - The beautiful unicorn eggplant who farts rainbows while breakdancing through the meadow of feels what

~Coldtyk - The delicious tub of icecream in the fridge that nobody dares to open

~sexyanimelover - The crazy aunt who sees the "little people"

~Caffinated-Cossack - The sassy grandma

*Penguinator24 - Tissuebox?

~XShadow-Wolf-DemonX - The bishie-stalking avocado who randomly pops into my home and steals my chairs

~Bubbazden - The Snowy Owl sitting on my windowsill watching the turmoil that is about to unfold. >D

*SunnyDee13 - My cat - playful as a kitten, but when I'm not looking she's shredding all my stuff

~Sniisawesome - The awkward cousin that plays their DS at the weddings.

And ~LinksHetalianSheikah is the neko little daughter who kills my enemies mercilessly, and devours the bodies as to not leave a single trace behind}

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Recent writings.

Despite (Scotland x Reader)“Don’t those hurt you?”
Allistor’s eyes lifted immediately, responsive to the sound of the soft voice amidst the silence of that small, humble little place they both called a temporary dwelling. The entire night in itself seemed to be of fairytale origin – outside, the moon was gaping and full, milky white, and the stars were clear with the two so far from the main cities. The wind was fierce and dry and so terribly, terribly cold; acting as a suitable contrast to the small clump of dying flames that burned away in the grate. Allistor felt very suddenly fortunate in that he was adapted to the cool weather and the rains after his own youthful years in the highlands, and that he was not concerned by the fact that the ancient door was swinging and creaking on its hinges, and there was a wolf circling them, somewhere out in the blackness. He had no need to be afraid, when he had hands made for protecting and cradling the barrel of a gun, and had sharp, shining

Forgotten (Norway x Reader)We fell in love a sole year before it began, and our country was sieged. We, dreamers of perfected aesthetics and foolery, fell in love only a year before our own demise, and the beginning of the Uprising.
I recall that year to have been of a strange sort. It was one of selfishness, and desire. It was one of an indisputable affection and want; one filled with frivolous nights spent beneath the redundant shields of blankets and quilts, and words exchanged whenever the rain fell. It was one of ignorance and lies; of forgotten, brewing hatred, and a glowing, undisciplined passion commonly exchanged.
I was a fool to fall in love, I understand. It was a detestable fault of mine to always be so hopelessly drawn to blind courage, and the deep eyes of a man I had once considered incapable of affection and tenderness beyond the imagination. I was drawn to the compassion, the lightness and delicacy of touches between two people without a care in the world aside from their own dreams.
I was

About me, and some shameless stamps.

Strange things

_{ORCHESTRA, PLAY SOMETHING SAD. //irrelevant}

_{Hello, this is =autumn--thunder. Thanks for bothering to visit my page!

You might know me as retriever240 (my previous username), but I assure you I'm the same person. xD

Although I'm pretty ordinary, I hope that you can enjoy my art (drawings, poetry, fanfiction, reader inserts) as I hopefully improve. :'D

I have a problem when it comes to falling for people who've been dead for over two hundred years, and falling for mysterious, strange characters in old books who tend to be British.

Not to mention other celebrity crushes including Tom Hiddleston, Adam Young (surprisingly not British this time), young David Essex, Jude Law, Alexis James, Ricky Wilson's voice and other people I can't remember.

Name: Sophie. Feel free to call me this. I really don't mind. ;w;

Current Residence: Queensland, Australia, where Christmas is hot and humid.

Age: Somewhere between ten and twenty.

Current Feelings: Obi-Wan Kenobi. That is all.

Fandoms: You will find me in the Avengers, Tom Hiddleston, Les Miserables, Horrible Histories, War of the Worlds and Hetalia fandoms. Sitting in the corner, rocking back and forth. Weeping.

I'm also a proud Christian. ^^

Enjoy your visit to my page!

I'll just say this quickly - contrary to popular belief, history got me into Hetalia, not the other way around. I have loved history for as long as I can remember, and that's what made the anime/manga/webcomic appeal to me. (:

Now, off topic, but War of the Worlds is beautiful.

Both the book and rock opera. Original rock opera. David Essex makes me indescribably happy.

*cough*

Anyway, have a great day, and may your crops flourish, your cake be delicious and your champagne be beautiful.}

More about me~

_{Well. I'm pretty vague on what to say here.

I'm Sophie, and I live in the vast humid state of Queensland in Australia. I'm listening to the cicadas chirp outside on Boxing Day as I write this.

I have been writing fanfiction for roughly eighteen months now, and reader inserts for about seven or so months. It's quite astounding, really, just how much I've improved in that space of time, too. It's very encouraging.

Other than that, I've been both drawing and writing for a fair while, but lately I've been mostly writing. I put a little piece of my soul into everything I write, so I hope that it comes across that way. ^^

Please, feel free to talk to me anytime as I love talking with people. I'm pretty friendly... I think. xD Just don't hesitate to ever ask questions or anything or that sort.

I'm a Christian, too, and I like to uphold my own morals and beliefs. But that doesn't mean I don't believe in gay marriage or relations. I see nothing wrong with it.

I am a member of several fandoms, in particular the Avengers, the War of the Worlds, Horrible Histories, Les Miserables and Hetalia.

I love Finland, Romania, 2P!England, Denmark, Prussia, England, the Nordics, Germany, Italy, France and America on the Hetalia side of things, and I love Loki and Steve Rogers on the Avengers side of things. As for the War of the Worlds... I have a soft spot for the artilleryman.

As well as that, I'm an animal lover and a hopeless lover of cold, wet weather.

Welp. Things are starting to get a little bit crowded in this section of things, so I might leave this box and read or something.}