ButtLordLunaPower

Hey everyone. I am new to the MMD community in general, and I want to improve my animation skills, but I am part of the Hetalia community, and I can't seem to find a good France model. I did go to the Deviantart page listing lots of models, and it does have France, but in the middle of working on the voice manipulation, anything involving the face refuses to move, and it makes me throw lots of hard work out the window.

Paint it, White Breaking the surface of the water, France took a large gasp of air and splashed frantically for a moment.  He was disoriented having just jumped hundreds of feet down into the ocean.  It took a few moments but the Frenchman finally realized he was safe and unharmed.  His movements slowed, allowing the adrenaline to ease out of his system and his heart to quiet down.  After a deep breath, he looked up in time to see the white ship with the greenish glow fly away.   Floating there, France was bewildered.  Why was all this happening? Yes, those Nopera things were trying to take over this world but it still didn’t make sens

     Even though I'm the hero and stuff, I can still have a weakness. Right? 'Cause my weaknesses are ghosts and zombies. I'm terrified of them. But like I said, I'm the hero, so I won't tell anybody that I'm afraid of anything; especially not Kiku Honda; my best friend / love interest.  Actually, I was headed to his house right now. In the dark. With spooky trees all around me. I ran into his house, frantic and scared for my life.     "Yo Kiku! What's up?" I asked to the small Asian boy as he walked into the living area I was standing in. He was in jeans and a T-Shirt advertising his family owned sushi restaurant. I smiled at him.     "

FrUk x Child!Reader - Blond-haired wish Arthur was sipping some Ceylon tea in the gazebo behind his mansion. It felt quite nice: European Robins were chirping in his garden, the grass was dew-covered and one could not see far for it was foggy but Arthur knew well that the Big Ben was further south, mist-shrouded. Arthur sighed: how relaxed he was now, in comparison to the night he just spent. He frowned to this thought. He decided he would have a good day: he would read the newspaper while having breakfast, then he would embroider some roses while listening to BBC Radio 3, then he would have lunch -fish and chips obviously!- then he would ba

Warnings: FrUK and some suggestive themes~ -- "You are an absolute moron..." he said between their kisses. A smirk and a shrug was all he received in return before his partner leaned in once again and closed the gap between them. "You love it. I know you do..." "Only you would think th-this..." The blond went ignored as the other male began to suck and nip at the soft spot of his neck. England tightened his grip around the Frenchman's neck and closed his eyes. He would never admit it, but it really did feel so good. He couldn't explain it... and why he had been denying this for years, he would never know... He felt Francis smile against

Truth or Dare. What a horrifying game. Where a person was forced to reveal their most deepest darkest secret, or to do something incredibly stupid. You, of course, wanted to do neither. Which was the entire reason that you refused Sasha's invitation. "But it'll be fun!" She said. "You'll make memories!" She said. "Come on, what's the worse that could happen?" She said. But you refused, not wanting to end up with a month of stable duty. Which is why you were angry when Sasha put a pillowcase over your head, bonded your hands together with rope, and dragged you down to the mess hall where the others were waiting. "Goddamn it Sasha, did you rea

♛ Author's Note: Strong language. Reader is over 18. The sound of chattering and white noise quickly faded from your ears as you walked out of the cafeteria. You'd had a long day, and you decided to go to bed early to get in a few more hours of rest. “Psst, (F/n),” someone whispered. You immediately stopped and looked around, searching for the source of the voice. Your eyes locked on the door of the closest room. The door was slightly cracked and a hand summoned you through the narrow opening. You sighed and walked into the room, running your hand lazily through your hair. “What is it, you guys?” you question

A night in New York City. Supposedly the proud parent of romantic encounters around the numerous landmarks, gigantic blow out parties in the hottest night clubs, and the ritziest people found on every high end block. Now, if someone could explain how that translated to you dragging a drunken Mr. Ackerman home, that would be just lovely. Beginnings are the best place to start things, so let's roll back a few hours. The annual company bash was in full swing, the windows of the office's lobby reverberating with the noise. You weren't sure if a single coworker was sober outside yourself. Even the sullen Mikasa had a pink tint to her cheeks, and