Played Jak and Daxter Too Much#1: You forget every swear word youve ever learned and use By the Precursors every chance you get.Played Jak and Daxter Too Much8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
#2: You compare everyone you meet with a Jak and Daxter character.
#3: You find a small, strange piece of machinery and youre convinced that its a Precursor artifact.
#4: You attempt to build your own Jet Board
#5: And you actually succeed!
#6: You played through Final Fantasy X again just so you can name every Aeon to their corresponding Jak and Daxter character. (Guilty!)
#7: You write fanfiction. (Guilty!)
#8: Youve convinced yourself that Jak is Mar, and you think its perfectly logical that he is his own ancestor.
#9: You have a theme song for every character, no matter how obscure!
#10: You go Oh! Oh! every time one of these theme songs comes on the radio. (Guilty!)
#11: You actually understand the time paradox in Jak II.
#12: Your mother tells you cant fall in love with a fictional character, so you tell her you
MiyaviKai ch3Miyavi's POVMiyaviKai ch35 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As he said those words, I just wanted to kiss him deeply. So gorgeous. Oh Kai..before I can even move my arms to cup his face, I heard some ruffling noises behind us. As I turned around it was Aoi and Uruha. Aoi got his arms around Uruha. "Uh..you guys. I think you should take this somewhere...like..like in a room or something." Uruha cleared his throat.
Aoi, so straight. so composed. so cool. so boring..I never thought he would be gay? I think..maybe Bisexual? but Uruha, I don't know. He's always been so feminine. No doubt this gorgeous man got hooked up with Aoi's dark alluring beauty. I mean, he could be hooked up with many guys..but something's so different the way they do a fanservice together. Uruha getting a boner on stage. Aoi rubbing on him. Them and their little nipple pinching.
I snapped back to reality when Kai pushed me softly. "M-Miyavi..move." I moved aside. I looked at Kai and faced Aoi and Uruha. "I..uh.." I tried explaining but failed as Uruha cut me off
DisplayDisplayDisplay2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A key clattered in the lock of a door leading into a modest living room. The furniture looked like it has been picked up at garage sales, but otherwise well kept. When the door swung open, the keys were revealed to belong to a tall 30-something guy in his best (if also slightly worn) going-out-to-dinner clothes. He gestured grandly to the woman behind him. “Welcome to my humble abode.”
The woman that ducked easily under his arm and into the room was about his age, with shoulder-length dark blond hair. She was wearing tight-fitting clothes under her jacket. The shiny top caught the eye as the jacket came off, but the guy’s gaze soon fell to her legs once again. They were shapely and well-toned—dancer’s legs. She spoke up after a moment looking about. “Not quite what I expected, Jim.”
James chuckled softly as he closed the door behind them. “How so, Kay?”
The gold queen part 1The gold queen part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
THE GOLD QUEEN
At one of London's museums, an employee rushes through the basement. It's past 10 p.m. and the place is been closed by the guards. The clack of her high heels echoes as she hurries. The young woman embraces a large cardboard envelope against her chest as she watches no one follows her.
She reaches a room at the other side of the vast underground storage room. She locks the door of the small, abandon room and moves an old wood cabinet at the back and enters a hole in the wall that connects to a dark passage. The passage leads to an ancient old room lighted by candles and filled with a collection of old objects, but not valuable as she would like. The room looks like it was a medieval catacomb, never the less, it has a 1920's desk with a large shelf full of books aside of it.
The woman sits down and opens her envelope. She places over the desk some old documents, a book, notes, and a diary. As she works, the dairy falls down the floor. It opens in the last page and
Wet Echo'I want to show you something', he whispersWet Echo5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
smoking his cigarette as plain as day.
Six words repeated every five seconds.
and I am but a wet echo that crawls his way -
the kind you have to see
More demand than offer; just a face
full of mute fascination,
and that's not even the half of it.
For who needs words,
when you can ply me with hands that do as they please
in more languages than I can count.
and in five seconds flat-
A world of
and like some mad carousel, I rushed you.
Hope you don't mind.
Erin and the Music BoxThe sweat rolled down her brow as she stretched her leg out. She slowly leaned forward, careful to keep her back straight as she kept herself level with her outstretched leg. She rocked a little on her ankle as she counted in her head. Five counts, she quickly pulled her leg in and leapt few feet in front of her. Her foot slid a little as it touched the hardwood floor. She winced a little, leaning over as she returned to her previous position, struggling through the routine.Erin and the Music Box8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Stop, your form is off on the jump, an older woman called at her from behind.
Erin nodded, looking down. She had been a dancer in some form for most of her life. She had been listening to music seemingly from conception. Her family had begun to teach her shortly after she could walk. Yet while she was proud of all the ballroom styles she had learned, it was nothing like learning ballet.
Her ankles hurt; she knew she
The doll shopSarah walked through the old streets of the town, looking through the decrepit storefronts. She passed an old bookstore, an abandoned store, and was about to give up and go back to the more populated shopping area, when she spotted a small shop tucked away in a corner, just close enough to attract customers, but far away enough to guarantee that it would remain a small business.The doll shop4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She walked up to the window, and curiously couldn't find any mention of a name, but what she could see, were rows of small, intricately detailed porcelain dolls. She bent down to examine them closely, and was amazed by how lifelike they were, the stitching on their elaborate dresses just as minutely detailed as the real thing. The store having piqued her curiosity, Sarah decided to go inside.
Sarah Young was a nineteen year old university student away from home studying her art degree, and had gone into the shopping centre to find a present for her sister back home, but hadn't found anything that satisfied her
The mannequin in the atticThe mannequin in the atticThe mannequin in the attic3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By The Shadow Demon
(Woman into mannequin)
“This looks cute,” Bridgette says turning to her friend Emma, showing her a low cut pink singlet.
“Low cut, are you trying to get every boy to look at you?” Emma asks. Bridgette just gave her a smirk as she puts the singlet back. Both at the age of seventeen, Bridgette with long blonde hair while Emma had black, the two ever since they were ten were always into fashion and once they were finish with school the two were planning to go into the fashion industry.
“Now this is you!” Emma said grabbing a white shirt with pink decorations on it.
“That just screams girly, I don’t think so!” Bridgette said.
“Well better then these bimbo clothes that you are bringing out!” Emma explains.
“You got it, flaunt it!” Bridgette said cupping her C cup breasts and slightly jerked them up, Emma just shook her head as she returns to her shopping. Hearing her
Beauty andhowyoubrokeHerheartYou can almost remember the way she took to stargazing like she was looking in your eyes. The days drained her of meaning while you stood and begged for something more. You would play in shadows; revealing your true feelings in the dark.Beauty andhowyoubrokeHerheart5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now there's discomfort over milkshakes at the café down the road. You catch her eye but look away in an instant. You pretend to forget about the days of misplaced affection and painted nails, telling a story (of a beauty with hair brushed over her shoulder) in the reflections of the window.
She tosses pebbles at the ground in the hopes of making a spark. She's searching her mind for words synonymous with you, and all she ever comes up with is everything.
The Scooby GuiseLike, what did you just say, Daphne? asked Shaggy without even bothering to turn around to look at the pretty redhead, so distracted was he by the sight of the buffet table loaded with all kinds of delicacies on the other side of the crowded ballroom. As this was Halloween, he was wearing his costume, a navy blue crackerjack uniform with two thin red diagonal stripes on his right shoulder and a white sailor hat on his disheveled hair. His canine friend, Scooby-Doo, was standing right to him, and wore shoulder boards, each with a solid gold stripe, and a naval officers cap perched across his ears.The Scooby Guise7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mpfff! repeated Daphne. Her Halloween costume was a princess, so she was outfitted in a royal purple kirtle, glass slippers, and a golden tiara. Mpfff! Mpfff!
Jinkies, but there sure are a lot of people here! observed Velma. She was dressed as a pumpkin, includi
ChangelingsChangelings4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"And that is a magnificent triple Salko from this brilliant young skater. She traverses the ice with ease, with total confidence and grace..."
The ruffles on Kathy Johnson's dress blew in the breeze as she continued her routine on the ice. The purple garment was designed for maximum movement and flattery, hanging off one shoulder as the skirt rose and fell with each movement. As the star of the show, she had come on as the climax, and it was an amazing climax she was producing. Leap after leap, turn after turn, she made the rink her own as the music played, and the crowd gasped in admiration.
"She's building up to the climax now..." She started to build up speed, launching herself into the air as she turned herself once, twice, three, four times, her brown hair immaculately held in place as her skirt rose. The crowd burst into applause as she came back down, skated a short distance and started to spin again, the movem
DeathAsAWomanOnTheUndergroundI saw death as a woman on the UndergroundDeathAsAWomanOnTheUnderground5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With a smile sweet as sin on her lips
And looks dressed up as though she could kill
From her angelic face down to her hips
She fixed me a look in the eye as if to say
That life is short so enjoy the ride
And when you come to the end of the day
Make sure you're as happy as when you have died
In that moment I knew this was all a joke
And our existence is flawed and with holes
But when I next looked she was gone in the smoke
Replaced by those yellowing pock-riddled poles
An old woman sat there, with a look so bewildered
She realized that her time was long spent
Her diamond-encrusted tiaras and life so gilded
Were signs of where the wasted hours went
I smiled knowingly at this poor lady's fortune
And admired my hopefully long years to come
For though life's music may seem in such poor tune
It all comes to harmony when your song is done
Who Snatched Jessica Rabbit?Hollywood, California. 1949.Who Snatched Jessica Rabbit?5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Mpfff!" Miles of rope immobilized Jessica Rabbit, the gorgeous cartoon woman who was the wife of Roger Rabbit. She sat in a rickety wooden chair. Her long arms were tied behind her back; her shapely legs were bound tightly together. A thick, green cloth gagged her, so that all she could do to express herself was to make indistinct sounds with her mouth and give appealing glances with the rest of her face, something she did marvelously well.
Two oaken barrels stood next to her, long fuses running down from the tops onto the floor. The fuses were not lit just then, but Jessica knew they would be, and very soon. She shifted her body slightly and prepared herself for when that would occur.
"C'mon, make a decision!" demanded Baby Herman impatiently, reaching absently for a cigar that wasn't there. He glared irritably at the weasel sitting across the card table.
The Match of Slamicus part 2On the other side of the bushes was a red-headed Tasmanian She-Devil, who was eating one of the miner's lunch.The Match of Slamicus part 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hubba hubba!" Slam mumbled
But the she-devil heard Slam, and she quickly jumped and turn around made an angry lioness-like face.
"Pretty lady no fight Slam!" Slam said to back her off from fighting him.
"Me Tasmanian Devil like you!"
Slam took off his mask to reveal his true face
The she-devil gasped to see that Slam was telling the truth.
"You are Tasmanian Devil like me," she responded
"Uh-huh," Slam nodded
"Me name Slam, what you're name?"
"Me Agnes," the She-Devil answered
"Agnes pretty name," Slam said politely
"Where do Slam live?" Agnes asked
Then Slam said, "Slam live in tall sky-scrapper, Slam show Agnes to Slam's buddies."
Later back at the HQ, the Loonatics got dressed in their uniforms, and were getting rid of the last pieces of Duck's Misty Breeze collection.
"Poster?" Rev asked about the signed Misty poster
"Goes into the trash," Lexi ordered,
Candace Can't BustIt was just another lazy summer morning in Danville, and Phineas and Ferb were sitting against the tree in their backyard, trying to think up their next big idea.Candace Can't Bust4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"You know what they should give a Nobel Prize for?" Phineas asked, looking over toward Ferb. "They should give one to the person who made the most people have fun over the last year! I wonder if they'd give the first one to Clive Addison?"
As Ferb opened his mouth to reply, Isabella walked over, a cheerful smile on her face.
"Hi, Phineas! Whatcha dooooooin'?"
"We haven't figured it out yet," replied Phineas, rubbing his chin. "I'm sure it'll come to us soon. I did have an idea for a new Nobel Prize category, but that's not something that can really be built."
"Well, me and my mom are going to the annual Danville Mother-Daughter Swap Meet today," said Isabella.
"Oh, that thing they do downtown where they set up a whole bunch of little shops and all the moms in town bring their daughters to buy and trade and sell all kinds of d
The Great Pitstop Pandemonium - Part 4"Cavey!! What are you doing here?"The Great Pitstop Pandemonium - Part 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dee Dee embraced the small, hirsute man who was standing in the tent, holding a large wooden club in his hands.
"Oogga Booga Cavey need find Dee Dee," he eventually said as he was let free. "Oogga Booga girls had to be saved from boom."
"What, someone attacked the girls," Dee Dee said as she looked at him. "What happened - are they all right?"
"Oogga Booga they fine - ate bomb. Taste like spicy chicken - have same effect too."
Dee Dee had to suppress a laugh as she stroked his head. "Thanks Cavey - I always know we can depend on you." He blushed before saying "oogga booga - Dee Dee in danger too. Taffy say bad man coming for her."
His words made Dee Dee frown. "Bad men - what..." Her words were interrupted by the sound of shouting outside, and as she looked out of the tent she saw the smoke bomb exploding, the black plumes enveloping the car.
"Come on, C
Possible ResponsePrologue – New York CityPossible Response1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Report.” The voice was deep and rasping – almost as rasping as the sound the fingers of the steel glove made as he flexed his hand. On his lap, a large white cat purred almost in pleasure at the sound.
“We’re in position, Doctor,” the man said as his picture appeared on the large view screen. He was thin, with slicked back grey hair, and wore a pair of thin metal spectacles that sat on the bridge of his nose.
“We have set up base, and are watching closely the target. We will be able to secure in forty eight hours.”
“Excellent – and what of the – nuisances?”
“Don’t worry, Doctor – everything is in hand. We have secured the services of a local operative to provide a suitable diversion.”
“And does he know of our involvement.”
“No, Doctor – he is completely ignorant.”
“Excellent,” the v
The Three Ages of Gwen - Part 3Gwendolyn stepped back, frozen as she looked at the older version of herself. She didn't even notice as two of the guards approached and pulled her arms behind her back, cuffing them together as her younger selves were grabbed.The Three Ages of Gwen - Part 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Tsntpsble," Younger Gwen said as she struggled to get free, looking at her sixteen year old self as she was also held. "It just cannot be possible," Gwendolyn finally said, "We cannot all be mmmdgsmdgm" Her voice was silenced as a thick cloth was tied into her mouth, pulled back so that the corners of her mouth were pulled against her cheekbones.
"Get the three of them out of here," Eon said as she stepped forward, "I will decide what to do with these three doppelgangers of myself in due course." The three redheads were led off, struggling as Eon turned back to a monitor.
"Who was right?"
Ben looked at his grandfather as they both backed out of the Rust Bucket, having reverted to his human form,
Dear World...I look at her and I can't help myself.Dear World...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her and her seemingly perfect little world.
Even though I know it's not, I can't help it; the feeling just wells up inside.
Why is everything going wrong?
My life is a mess, a shambles; my dreams lay in ruins at my feet as the
real world forces itself into my mind and topple them.
She has the car, the guy, and the friends.
Why did I have to grow up so fast if it was going to be like this?
I look at now, and I look at then, back when we were kids.
Back when it didn't matter what happened at school,
Back when we still saw each other daily and talked.
Why doesn't she share anything with me any more?
I want to be kids again, back when she'd defend me against anyone.
Back when any problem could be solved by talking to her,
And we played with our toys together more often than apart.
What made us drift apart like this?
We grew up. We moved away. We stopped making the time for each other. We stopped talking.
Dear World, I want
You've Changed part 4Meanwhile in the living room, Lexi was looking for a new uniform, and Rev was scrolling down the list of the Gold and Silver ones with his mini-lab-top pad (just to memorize them so they can find their decendants).You've Changed part 44 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"How did you go with you and Laura?" Ace asked Tech, who just entered with his head drooped down.
"She left" Tech answered.
"Why? Because she saw your sick obsession with your inventions" Duck mocked.
"No, we didn't have much in common anymore now that we're older" Tech answered,
"She traveled to all of the places I wanted to go, and I wasted all of my chances to go to them by being all cooped up in my lab."
"We might as well live a million miles apart," he added.
All of a sudden, Rev noticed a picture on his labtop pad.
He rushed to get the prota-scanner, and pluck a piece of hair from Tech's sholder.
It was a piece Laura's hair, and Rev began to scan it.
The lights on the scanner turn ito a positive color as it was donwloading Laura's data.
"Ha! I-knew-it!" said Rev.
Jessica Rabbit's Wish ListHollywood, California – 1953Jessica Rabbit's Wish List11 months ago in Humor More Like This
“♩Dashing through L A… in the Toon Patrol Wagon… through the streets we prey… with lots of loot we’re baggin’♫….”
“Knock off the singing!” yelled Knuckles. He was a toon weasel, and the head of the current Toon Patrol, the former members all having laughed themselves to death several years earlier. The Toon Patrol was supposed to be the law enforcement agency for toons, although Knuckles and the other weasels had quickly recognized it was considerably more profitable to use their positions of authority to commit crimes instead.
“Youse guys are giving me a headache,” he added.
“A-one, two, three, four!” Liverlips and Screwball waved their baseball bats like conductor batons as they started screeching out a new song. “You’d better watch out… you’d better pay up… cos the Toon Patrol is comin’ t
The Rise of Swackhammer 5"Monstars! Attack!" Swackhammer shoutedThe Rise of Swackhammer 54 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And the Monstars and Loonatics began to fight each other. The Loonatics have have put up a good battle, but the Monstars kept on swatting them like flies.
Thrown to the ground, all beaten up, the Loonatics still didn't want to give up.
"Let's give up, Ace" Duck said as he tried to get up with his weak arms
"Nonsense! We've battle things that were as big as these guys before," Ace said to his commrads
"But the Androids, Vikings, Cloud-Creatures, and Stone-Soliders had slower relexes," said Lexi
"These guys have the same powers and strengths as us."
"That's it!" Tech thought of an idea
"If they have our powers, they must have our weaknesses."
"We'll just have to battle the ones that our the opposite of us."
"Are you pests gonna talk like texting teenagers? Or are you gonna still fight?" Swackhammer interupted them
The Loonatics quickly got up and Ace began to whisper the plan to his team-mates.
"Here's the plan guys," he said
"Lex, you take down th
The Great Duck Search prt1After travling through the Wormhole, the Loonatics had finally arrived back to Acmetropolise.The Great Duck Search prt15 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Here we are, home sweet home" Ace said to his crew
"Is the landing gear ready, Tech?"
"It's going to be a smooth sail down to our planet, chief," Tech said after he activates the ship to landing mode.
"What-are-you-gonna-do-once-we-go-back-to-our-old-Head-Quarters-Ace?" Rev asked
"Yes, but the foist thing we need to is to find out more about Swackhammer, and why does he want to toiminate us," Ace answered.
"Already? We just saved a planet from a psychaotic canary and gave the throne back to a lost Loonatic," Duck reminded his leader
"We need a break from the Swackhammer nonsence."
"Not until we discover his plot and what is his next plan to get rid of us," Lexi demanded Duck to pay attention
"Our break shall come later."
When the Loonatics finally landed on the streets of their hometown city, there was a large "Welcome Home" party that was thrown for them.
Everyone in Acmetropolise was there
The Story"Gather 'round, children, it's story time!"The Story6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A whole group of numerous basic stage pokemon cheered as they started to crowd around the enormous figure that announced their favorite activity. It was a rather wrinkly Venusaur gazing down at them, smiling as he admired their enthusiasm. The little ones pushed and shoved each other, trying to be the closest to him as he tried to decide which story he was going to tell them today. A slight glimmer came to his eye as he arrived at the perfect story, inspired by their youthful exuberance.
"Come on, Mr. Reed, what's your story today?" one of the young pokemon asked.
"Yeah, we wanna hear it!" a young female added.
"All right, children, settle down, and I'll tell it to you."
They all sat in attention to their revered elder as he began his tale.
"It begins long ago, when things were a lot more simple than they are now. Just when a region called Johto had been unified with Kanto. A young Bulbas