Zoethian/Next Gen ZiaZoeya sat down, crossing her legs as she watched the Mage run around after her, "Rythian!" Zoeya whined as Rythian turned to look at her, "why can we not see our friends?" Rythian sighed at her question, "Because you are pregnant with a demons child" Rythian replied as he looked down, Zoeya stood up and walked behind him attaching her arms to his waist, "I don't think you are a monster... even if you are, you're my monster" Zoeya smiled into Rythian's back as she felt the Mage relax. "Fine we can go tell them" Rythian broke as Zoeya jumped off his back and jumped up and down eager to tell her friends about her relationship with the Mage and their unborn child.Zoethian/Next Gen Zia3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
As Rythian, Zoeya and Teep arrived at the familiar towers of the scientists, Rythian spoke uneasily "Are you sure this is a good idea?" He held Zoeya's hand tighter in worry and she squeezed his hand in reassurance, "Lalna wouldn't hurt a pregnant girl, he isn't heartless" Rythian nodded as he slowly reached to knock on Lalna's n
playdate I never agreed on this, but... he was really fun to play with!playdate 1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
I never knew meeting my cousin for the first time was so fun!
Welcome Home, Protoman - A Mega Man Fanfic Dr. Wily was defeated, finally, and Mega Man, Dr. Light, and the rest of his robot family were all at peace. The only thing left was Protoman, who was still at the ruins of Dr. Wily's Castle. It didn't even look like the same thing anymore. It just looked like a landfill of rubble and remains of architecture made solely by villainy. Mega Man and Dr. Light set off to find Protoman and try to convince him to move in with them. When they found him in the heart of the wreckage, the Prototype robot was covered in scrapes, scratches, and dirt from rummaging in the architectural remains, sitting on a chunk of scrap metal about the size of a small school desk and staring at a worn-out photo.Welcome Home, Protoman - A Mega Man Fanfic1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a photo of him and Dr. Light recently after he was first created.
"I was wondering where that photo went," a familiar voice of anthro-robotic genius said with a smile hidden in a cloud of white, curly facial hair. Protoman gasped and turned around. It was his creator, his father
Good Luck SmilesQuiet, blissful, prefect quiet. It was the type of sweet silence that was so restful you forgot all your worries and just disappeared for a while; a warm breeze brushing cherry blossoms through the air, the sun dappled onto the soft grass below, were the only things on your mind.Good Luck Smiles1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Senpai sighed peacefully from her place under the sakura tree, the flower's scent tickling her nose and making her rabbit ears twitch. She had come here early just to enjoy the day before the others arrived. She loved them all dearly, they were her pets, her family after all, but they did tend to be....rambunctious, especially...
“Hey, SENPAI!” A female's loud voice called out happily, and Senpai opened her eyes and sat up with a groan.
Aiko, a large wolf like dog the color of fine charcoal, was padding towards her, a happy grin on the dog's face. Upon the dog's back was a young woman with blond hair, kitten ears and soft eyes; Alisa. She was smiling to and waving enthusiastically to Senpai.
Dreams Don't Come for Everyone The dying moon hung from the stars as the sky began to glow. Crowds of stars faded back into the shadows of night and quickly afterwards, the moon dropped a little in the sky and disappeared with them. Beneath the pale red sky were small houses, just a few so that viewed from above, they would have been nothing at all. A few miles farther north was another cluster of houses. And even farther north was a village.Dreams Don't Come for Everyone4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A small boy was waking. Tangled in his cozy blankets, he sat up and observed the red sky. He was a strange boy, features twisted a little so that it appeared he was grimacing all the time. He had ears that stood straight out of his head like somebody had carelessly pasted them onto his head and glittering, vivid eyes that were fixed on the sun, a creamy hue in the sea of tangerine above.
He fell out of bed with his blankets still snaked around him. For a moment, he fiddled with them, twisting the edges of the blanket aro
Gone"I don't understand why you even want to be with me" He yelled at the girl that he had loved for as long as he could remember.Gone5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I have been with you for years why can't you just accept that I love you" She yelled back.
"I can tell you don't really mean that" He screamed a tear rolling down his red cheek. He had loved her for years, but doubted that she reciprocated his feelings. She had moved in with him about two years ago and they were very happy living together most of the time. They never fought besides incidents like this. Eventually they would both be sobbing and she would stay at her friend's house for a few days. This had started to occur more often since she was nearing the end of college and was always stressed. He seemed to feed off of her stress and it only made him worse. This time was the worst yet. They were both on opposite sides of the room and they were screaming at each other. Both of them had bright red faces and tears flowing down their cheeks.
Sanada DaysSanada Days4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The morning sun shone down through the foggy, early spring morning as a young girl ran down the street with a small, chubby corgi by her side. Why her little dog had followed her out that morning she wasn’t really all too sure. But, she was glad for the company anyways. After all, not many people were up at this hour and she didn't have very many connections once she graduated school. She figured not many people would want to keep in contact with her anyways. As a result she didn't really see the need to bother getting any contacts from her classmates.
As she ran with her small dog, Chie smiled down at him as he wagged his little tail and yipped. It was as if the little guy was asking how she was that morning and what her plans were for the day.
"You sure are happy today, ain't 'ya?" She questioned, only to be answered with a happy yip from the small puppy.
As she ran her mind had begun to wander to the fact
PKA: Sister Dearest (Part Three)YareltsPKA: Sister Dearest (Part Three)2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cobal Girls Dorms
I cried and cried as Rosalind cradled me in her arms. I hated this. I hated being babied by those two. But, I guess you should know more about them so you can understand my grief.
Let me go explain dragons first. Pokemon like Hydreigon and Charizard have children in clutches. It's super rare for pokemon like them to have only one child at a time. Celia was one of those rare ones.
Celia is the oldest child in my family as well as the oldest daughter. Standing at 6"7', She's basically the leader among imbeciles. At the age of 25, I'd think that she'd be more mature, but she acts like a 12-year-old all the time. It pissed me off. I act more mature than she does, and I'm 17! She currently owns one of my father's steampunk shops (known as Ryegaurde's Steampunk) since she majored in business.
As for Rosalind, she's the oldest out of the clutch of my brothers. By the way, my brothers are actually pretty cool. Ryegaur
An Accidental RobberyAn Accidental Robbery6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Okay, so maybe your best friend's house shouldn't be the first place you go when you've just accidentally robbed a bank. How does one "accidentally" rob a bank, you ask? Well it's simple: be at the bank when the crew you hang with unexpectedly shows up with masks and guns.
My buddies busted in and saw me at the counter. One tossed me a pistol and had me help out, probably not wanting to get hung out to dry, or whatever it's called. They blew through the place like it was nothing and we scattered in the suburbs. No idea where they went, but the only place nearby I knew was Taylor's place.
She and I had grown up together and had remained best friends since grade school. Thing is, though, I had always wanted to get out of this town and see the country. And suddenly with a trash bag full of cash I was able to do this. I arrived at her apartment sick to my stomach with anxiety.
She answered the door wearing faded jeans and a grey T-shirt. Her long maroon hair really fit her pale complexion.
Full CircleI’ve got a dog at home. He’s pale as the moon and has got the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. He’s everything to me.Full Circle2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I live in The Bronx, working as a computer programmer for one of those big name companies and I didn’t get to be in this position by mouthing off or trying to go against the grain. I didn’t get here by arbitrarily defying authority figures. I didn’t because I knew it wouldn’t get me anywhere. I knew it was to no end. I got to be where I am through hard work and harsh regimens of discipline. People who deviated from those values never went anywhere.
I left the subway station promptly and alighted the sidewalk. I then began selectively accepting only the essential stimuli -the sidewalk, the position of people around me. This minimalist state of mind was disrupted by a street vendor.
“Hey mista, we gotta discount today. Three bucksa stick.”
A baby's lifeEyes closed I sit here contemplating what I will write. The darkness doesn't dissuade me and it is lit up faintly beyond my eyelids by the glow of my monitor... But what comes to mind?A baby's life1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
A baby makes his march through a field of green grass littered with white flowers. Each time he places his hand on the ground to crawl another bit he leaves a small print and a muffled thump against the earth. The baby marches as only a baby can and looks around in awe at the stunning sights to behold. Though the field is endless and looks all the same from my view, the baby sees things differently. Each flower is a new experience. Each blade of grass holds a special flavor. Where he placed his hand once, pulling it to his mouth to see a washed palm from the morning dew on the grass, this new spot left a loose powder of fresh dirt on his hands that he playfully slaps back onto the ground. A smile wraps the babys face as he continues onward, not knowing what next encounter will change his life. The fear o
Louieeemans boingfun birthday(Happy birthday,louieeeman! This story is for you!)Louieeemans boingfun birthday1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
one day,kingdomheartsventus7 woke me out of another boingy dream
ven: yo! Jb! Its louieeemans birthday
Ven:dont worry,all you need to do is wrap his present
i have it behind my back
me:what is it?
ven:its zacs skippyball!
ven: go downstairs and see what i have
me:so many hippity hops and big balloons, he will love it!
ven:i have even made a hop! 66 cake!
(reveals a perfectly done blue call with a hop! 66 ball (minature) on top)
me:lets invite the girls
(one phone call later)
girls: we are here
Louieeeman:whats going on
ven (quietly): one two 3
all but louieeeman:happy boingy birthday louieeeman!
louieeeman:hahaha mucho gracias everyone
Everone else: de nada
(after singing happy birthday it was time to open presents)
louieeman:boy that cake was good but lets see what boingy presents we have
(i revealed my present)
louieeeman:mi amigo you got me zacs skippy ball best b day ever!
CHARACTERS FOR SALE CHARACTERS FOR SALECHARACTERS FOR SALE4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Any of my characters found in the below gallery folder and now for sale.
If you want to adopt any of them, simply go to my front page and commission me. Make sure you state which character you are adopting. If I accept the commission, the character is yours
- You are purchasing the design, character, and information provided of it's history and so forth.
- Your are not purchasing the artwork itself.
- It is you responsibility to save the artwork. I will be deleting these references in a few months.
- You are welcome to change anything you like on the character
Hetalia: Ibiza and her Big Brother SpainHetalia: Ibiza and her Big Brother Spain5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Spain sighed as he pulled many weeds from his crop garden. It was another warm, crop-tending day in Barcelona. But Spain knew he had work to do. And he knew Romano was busy talking a siesta to help him out. He wiped his sweaty forehead as he pulled out yet another weed. "Another day, another euro" He muttered.
Spain then spotted a head of dark-brown hair in the distance. He put his basket of pulled weeds down and walked down to the beach, two ripe tomatoes in hand.
Spain was surprised to find that the head of dark brown hair was a little girl with two small side ponytails sitting all alone in the sand. She wore a dark purple dress, a white apron and barefooted. She had her knees tucked to her chest.
'Who's this chica de pequena (little girl)? Is she a new country?' Spain thought. He then approached the little girl and knelt down to her level. "Hola, me llamo España. (Hello, my name is Spain). It must've been so lonely being here all by yourself, pequeña (little one). Do you h
Night TerrorsI'm FineNight Terrors1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
What Yurama first noticed when she fumbled with the light switch, managing to flip the burningly bright flouresence on, was that the bed was empty. The door to the bathroom, just inside their quarters and to the left, was closed – but she could make out the distinct filtering of off-yellow light from the dying bulbs as it tricked out underneath the frame. Tiredly she crossed the threshold, hand resting on the doorknob. She gave it a tentative turn and it was....unlocked. She could hear water running in the sink. Not wanting to startle him, she released the doorknob and instead rapped lightly on the wood of the door.
”...Charles, is everything all right?"
The tap shut off abruptly, and she heard a heavy sigh. He emerged moments later with a smile and a nod. That was Charles for ‘no’.
She learned early on not to listen to what he was saying, with regards to hi
the skies get angry as the child tries to sleep The drowsy little girl looked out her window with her droopy blue eyes. The sky was a dim grey, and water droplets poured down from it, making a noise that she could fall asleep to. Audrey stretched, letting out a tiny yawn, and collapsed on her back, her bed reacting with loud squeaks. The heaviness in her eyelids forced her to close her eyes, falling asleep while listening to the relaxing rain.the skies get angry as the child tries to sleep 1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Loud thunder roared, jolting the girl awake. Her sleepiness was replaced with worry as her eyes were forming tears. She began to cry loudly, the tears in her eyes streaming down her face. Her crying became quieter when she heard a soft shush though.
That was when she realized that she wasn't in bed anymore. She was in her father's grasp, being held against him to get her to calm down. "It's okay. Daddy's here," he cooed.
Audrey clutched Ito's shirt in fright. "B-but," she sobbed, tears soaking his shirt, "it scared me, daddy!" Ito sighed and cradled Audrey in his arms, rocking her. "I kno
The Dumont TakeThe Dumont Take6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Uniforms are wonderful things. You can go anywhere, so long as you've got the right jacket or jumpsuit. Throw a fat sticker onto a white utility van and there ain't single gated community that'll stop you on your way in.
People live in these nice, 'secluded' places because they figure it's safer. Well I suppose it is, if you consider that everyone living there is already well-off. But that's a double-edged sword, see. They think they're safer, so they relax and don't take as many precautions.
Exposed window wells, unlocked back doors, windows ajar when nobody's home. That sort of thing. And you can walk through just about anybody's back yard without trouble as long as you're wearing a bright vest and hardhat.
Lotta thieves I know prefer the direct approach; watch from parked cars, dress in dark clothes, and sneak in when nobody's looking. Me, I'm the kinda guy who hides in plain sight. If you act like nothing's going on, everybody'll assume you're right.
That's how I got into the Dumon