Ways To Drive Itachi Nuts*~WAYS TO DRIVE ITACHI NUTS~*Ways To Drive Itachi Nuts7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1.) Address him as Weasel or Sir Weasel
2.) Steal his purple nail polish and replace it with red nail polish
3.) Read a yaoi story about him, out loud, in front of him...and the other akatsuki members.
4.) Hide cameras in his room to watch his nightly activities
5.) If you run out of tape, record over it with one of Peins videos. Then blame Itachi.
6.) Tell Itachi, Deidara is naked in the swimming pool waiting for him, when actually Hidan and Kakuzu are screwing each other there.
7.) Tell him you found his long lost brother. *holds up a weasel*
8.) If he says that is not his brother, correct yourself and say, Oh, my mistake. Its your mom.
9.) Proceed to run away. If you are too slow, bring out a mirror and show it infront of his face. Hopefully, he will be stopped by his beauty or he might accidentally sharingan himself >.> (not my fault)
10.) Tape pictures of Deidaras face on top of naked men bodies the
MY TRAUMA TEAM REVIEW. MINE.MY TRAUMA TEAM REVIEW. MINE.4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Trauma Team Review
This medicine is sweet but just a bit bitter
The Trauma series of video games (no, not based off the TV show) first kicked off when Atlus, maker of absurdly hard games such as the Shin Megami Tensei games (guaranteed to make you scream at your TV), released Trauma Center: Under the Knife for the Nintendo in late 2005. And as strange as it may sound, it is a surgery game best described as "sci-fi medical fantasy where you laser the crap out of evil mutant parasite-virus-thingies". Yet somehow, from that game on it only got harder and stranger with a sequel on the same platform and both a remake and an entirely new game on the Wii. Trauma Team, released on May 18, 2010, is the latest addition to the games and features six different medical fields instead of just surgery; however, the game itself is easily just as weird. It's a great game overall, with (mostly) solid controls, nice artistic direction, and a decent plot
Why Boredom is DangerousWhy Boredom is Dangerous13 years ago in Humor More Like This
WHY BOREDOM IS DANGEROUS
The following is a list of things to do when you are bored. I do not give permission nor can I be held responsible if you so choose, to do anything on this list,
1. Wax the ceiling
2. Buy cheese
3. Drop your cat from a high place, to see if it really does land on all four feet
4. Repeat above until failure
5. Load Snood onto a friends computer
6. Sharpen your teeth
7. Do the magician saw a box trick with your sister
8. Wash behind your ears
9. Clean and polish your belly button
10. Ask people if they want to see your belly button treasure
11. Wash a tree
12. Flirt with an evergreen
13. Find a male
14. Mail him
15. Knight yourself and some close friends
16. Complain about your nose hurting
17. Give your cat a Mohawk
19. Mow your carpet
20. Rake your carpet (to clean up the clippings, of course)
22. Play all your cds backwards
23. See if any of them say anything scary
24. Dress up in a cow
How To Make...Scrambled Eggs in a BeakerHow To Make...3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Ingredients (serves 4)
8 x 60g free-range eggs
80ml (1/3 cup) milk
1/4 tsp salt
15g (3 tsp) butter
1. Crack the eggs into the beaker. This is best done by first cracking each egg, one at a time. Add milk and salt. Measure the milk carefully, as cooked egg will only hold a certain amount of liquid and too much will cause the egg to "weep" moisture. Use a fork(Or in Dr. Cunningham's case, anything to stir with besides a pen or pencil that is sterile) to whisk the egg mixture lightly until the ingredients are just combined. The eggs should be mixed through evenly to ensure a consistent yellow without streaks of egg white (which will result in white streaks through the cooked eggs).
2. There is one main rule when cooking scrambled eggs: do not cook on heat that is too high, as this will cause the eggs to stick to the pan and become flaky and dry. Heat the butter in a medium, deep
101 Questions about yer OC[101 Questions You Should Be Able to Answer About Your Character]101 Questions about yer OC6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Must be in OCs POV)
Character: Jasper Follett (Pronounced Foy-yet....or Fole-let if you don't wanna be fancy...or Fole-yet if you wanna be semi-fancy...)
Affiliation: An inmate at the Von Freid Asylum for the Criminally Insane, a major villain in the city of Chicago (I know, not too exciting. I'll change it eventually.)
From what game/anime/manga/WORK 'O LITERATURE: Shades of Insanity by Yours truly ;D
1. What is your full name? Do you have a nickname?
Jasper Nicholas Follett, but around here they call me 77263. Inmate. 77263. Haha!
The city newspaper has dubbed me "The Black Death"...On account of how I used to ravage the city during the midnight hours and... how I killed people in the most grisly of ways, haha. Those newspaper folk are quite creative, wouldn't you agree?
2. How old are you? When is your birthday?
I am 43 years old. I was born on.....October 24
Portal 2: Lament For TwoSometimes I look to Heaven,Portal 2: Lament For Two4 years ago in Romance More Like This
And then I think of you.
I wonder if you look down to Hell,
And spare a thought on me.
What is it like to drift there, weightless,
With angles to keep you safe?
What is it like to sleep amongst the stars,
And wake cloaked in stellar dew?
Do you sketch the constellations?
Do you chart how the cosmos move?
Do you ever dream of how Hell was?
Do you ever wish you hadn't left?
I didn't get to say farewell to you,
As Hell pulled me back inside.
I didn't get to apologize,
For the times I let you down.
I should have listened,
When you told me what to do.
I should have caught you,
When you put your trust in me.
I should have loved you then,
As I find I love you now.
Now we are worlds apart,
And I can only sit and wonder.
My mind often drifts back to you,
As I wander fields that bear your name.
RusPrus: Bunny Fun Ch. 1France opened the door, and his eyes widened when Prussia push right pass him and slumped down on the couch, crossing his arms across his chest and snarling angry German words. He blinked and said, "Bonjour Something wrong?" He shut the door behind him and sat on the chair across the Prussian.RusPrus: Bunny Fun Ch. 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Deep crimson eyes shot an angry glare at him. "Yeah, there is. Where's that god damn British bitch of yours?"
France's eyes widened. "What has Arthur got anything to do with your mood?"
"Notice anything different about me?" he growled. "Anything not awesome?"
He cocked his head a bit and stared at Prussia. There was nothing out of the ordinary, expect maybe he was sitting down a bit oddly. Then he noticed that he was wearing his hood over his head still, but his hood seemed to be up a bit higher than it should. He scratched his neck. "Um you're pregnant?"
"No, you fucking moron! Look!" He ripped his hood of his head and France just stared at him with his mouth agape and his eyes wide.
France's AlphabetBonjour, mon ami! It's France, the country of love~ I've come to share with you my amazing alphabet!France's Alphabet3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A is for amour, which is 'love' in French.
B is for Bonnefoy, my last name.
C is for cuisine. Everyone knows French cuisine is the best in the world.
D is for *bleep* OHONHONHON~
E is for escargot, a French delicacy.
F is for France, me!
G is for gallophile! A gallophile is someone obsessed with France or French culture. You are one, yes?
H is for hors d'oeuvres, a traditional appetizer in my country.
I is for Ile de la Cite, the center of Paris!
J is for Joan of Arc, one of France's greatest leaders. Even though she was a girl....
K is for kids. I love kids, OHONHON~
L is for love! You can't live without love!
M is for manipulation. I, Sir France, am the best at manipulating people!
N is for Napoleon, another great French leader.
O is for *bleep*. That's when a girl (or guy) takes another guy's *bleep* in his mouth and *bleeps* OHONHON~
P is for Paris, my ca
Dip Your Feather Wisely: 79-81NicknameDip Your Feather Wisely: 79-813 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Why do you let him do that?"
"Hmm?" Frederick lowered his cup of coffee to give Schwerin an inquisitive stare. "Elaborate, if you would please."
Schwerin gave a nod to Prussia's retreating figure. "Field Marshal Beilschmidt. He always calls you Fritz, and nothing else. No 'Your Majesty' or 'Your Highness' like the rest of us do, not even a simple Frederick. Sometimes he says 'My King,' as odd as that sounds, and even when he does then you look uncomfortable. Why is that?"
"I don't mind being called Fritz," the king replied with a gentle smile, raising his cup back to his lips.
"By the soldiers," Schwerin said, his expression still confused. "But with nobles or us it has to be 'Your Majesty' or at the very least your full name. With our noble country though, you don't even blink when he calls you Fritz. Why is that so?"
Frederick set the cup back down on the table and stared at it contemplatively, for a moment his eyes gazing inward. "It's always been like that,
Arthur in the middle pt.3Arthur in the middle pt.33 years ago in Settings More Like This
Alfred sighed as he flopped onto the bed in the dorm room he was staying in. His roommate Kiku Honda, who came from Japan a couple years ago, wasn't there at the moment and Alfred could only figure that he was still in a class.
Alfred couldn't stop thinking about Arthur, he was the only thing on the American's mind these days.
When Alfred told his brother and his parents that he was finally in love, they were so excited. When Alfred told them that he was in love with a guy, his dad didn't necessarily like that.
When Alfred was younger, that's when he first came out to his parents, and his father didn't take kindly to that information. Alfred wasn't yet eighteen when he told his parents that he was gay, so his father didn't kick him out just yet.
When Alfred was sixteen, Mathew and their mom came back to America to live with Alfred and their father. Alfred was happy to finally have his brother with him after everything he went through.
When Alfred finally turned eighteen,
Prussian Training 4Prussia tossed his chopped potato into the water and stirred. He was sitting on a stool by a fire right outside his tent, a pot of warming soup hung over the flames. The soup wasn't anything fancy, but it was a hot meal. Its creator and amateur chef was just adding the final ingredients.Prussian Training 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Prussian had calmed down by now. His previous ranting and plotting had turned out to be quite therapeutic. It had been surprisingly calming to imagine all the torturous things he could do to America after lunch. Some of his evil fantasies couldn't actually be carried out in reality, but a nation could dream, couldn't he? Seriously, imagination really was a great outlet for frustration at times. It wasn't always as satisfying as the real deal, but it sure helped. For instance, Prussia had found it particularly pleasing to imagine America as he had slowly pee
Aim For the FaceWinters in the palace were beautiful. It was very cold, of course, but with the right clothes one could tramp around all day without freezing. The gardens were covered with snow, which had killed off all of the flowers and leaves and left behind nothing but a maze of snowy walls. King Frederick II slipped through these walls, keeping his feet on the paths that had been shoveled by the servants earlier that day. Normally he would not be outside with this kind of weather, but he had heard a few reports and complaints that drove him into the garden in order to find a certain albino that he had not seen or heard from since breakfast.Aim For the Face4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
So far the only thing that he heard was his own footsteps. He knew his suspicions were weak at best, but really no other idea made sense. His sharp eyes scanned the area, looking for a pale figure, listening for a distinct laugh. The only other thing moving was one of the servant girls heading back to the kitchens. The King's steps slowed and he watched the gi
America's AlphabetLISTEN TO ME IN MY TOTAL HERO VOICE, GUYS! It's America, the hero! I've come to share with you my amazing alphabet!America's Alphabet4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A is for America, of course! HAHAHAHA~
B is for burgers. They're the most delicious thing in the world!
C is for coke, the most delicious drink in the world!
D is for "dude", which is what I call everyone.
E is for economy, of which mine rocks!
F is for french fries, the perfect side to a good burger!
G is for GLOBOMAN! You remember him, right? Unfortunately, no one else thought he was cool, so I never got to built him...
H is for hero! I'm the best hero out there, after all!
I is for Iggy, my best friend *coughandlovercough*
J is for July, as in July 4th!
K is for Kennedy, as in the president, and Kennedy Space Center!
L is for laugh. MY laugh is the best, HAHA!
M is for McDonald's, the most awesome store ever!
N is for Nantucket, that strand of hair sticking out. Please don't touch it though. Only Iggy can do that.
O is for optimism! I'm an optimism, while Englan
Canada's AlphabetAh, h-hello there. This is Canada, though I'm sure you won't remember it, eh... Here's my alphabet.Canada's Alphabet3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A is for apple pie. Yeah, my stupid brother claims he invented it, but really I did.
B is for basketball. I love that sport!
C is for Canada, that's me.
D is for demeure, which is French for 'residence' or 'home'.
E is for eh, which many Canadians say at the end of sentences. Like me, eh?
F is for French Toast. Papa France taught me how to make it. His tastes better, though.
G is for garcon which is 'boy' in French. France still calls me that, sadly.
H is for hockey! That's the best sport in the WORLD!
I is for ice. There's a lot of ice around here.
J is for jealousy. I'm a little jealous of America, because people always notice him, for better or for worse...
K is for Kumakiki! Er... I mean Kumajiro!
L is for long underwear. People still wear it near my place.
M is for maple. I say that a lot, according to Prussia.
N is for Niagara Falls. Yeah, some of it's in my country t
TomorrowEach passing day,Tomorrow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To each dream I say:
"I'll be done on the morrow,
With this dream that I must borrow,
No worries and no sorrow,
For I'll be gone by tomorrow."
Each passing breath,
To each present's death:
"My dreams are dead and gone,
With this passing I'll be done,
No worries and no tears,
For I'll wipe away those fears."
Each ripple passing by,
To each image that has to die:
"Though these days fade, it does seem
That my worries are just a dream,
Flowing careless, down like a stream,
Reflecting off water: a moonbeam."
Each beat of your drum,
To each tune you hum:
"I'll do away your sorrow,
Just give me till the morrow:
Whipe away needless fear,
And dare not shed another tear...
For I am here."
The legend of the Silvertear lakeOnce upon a time, in years beyond our own, a dragon of the Timekeepers flight fell in love with a mortal woman. Her hair was the colour of sunlight, her lips like a rose in bloom, and her eyes rivalled the midnight sky.The legend of the Silvertear lake2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But their love could not be, for no dragon may love a mortal, and no mortal will ever live long enough to share a dragons life.
Yet, they met in secret under the weeping willows, pledging their undying love under the moon, and for just a few hours, he made time stand still.
As years passed by and mortality withered her beauty like the leaves of autumn, the dragon decided to stop time eternally so his love would never die. He travelled through dreams, through time, through life itself to find the means to end all times. But his brethren had learned of his love, and of his madness, and they ended his flight, chaining him to the bonds of the earth. Cast out from his flight he sought refuge with his loved one and lived by her side, eternally young, watching as she withered
Prussia's AlphabetA young Prussia stood grinning in front of his little brother. "Okay, pay attention, Holy Rome. I'm going to teach you the alphabet today!" he announced. The 3-year-old blond boy in front of him nodded. "Okay, bruder!"Prussia's Alphabet4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Let's see.... A is for awesome. Like me! I'm awesome."
"B is for beer. It's this really great drink! I snuck some from vatti's mug the other day. But he'll yell at you if he catches you trying it, so be careful."
"C is for crop! Like my crop!" Prussia grinned as he whipped out his crop. Holy Rome automatically shrank back; he'd been hit by that thing many times before."Right."
"Let's see.... d is for dogs! We have three dogs, right Lud?"
"Yeah. They're cute."
"E is for enemies. Hungary and Austria are our enemies! So whenever you see them, tell me and I'll beat them up!"
"F is for food! Food is almost as awesome as me."
"G is for Gilbird." Prussia pointed at the bird flying in circles around his head. "I found him the other day!
Ed's Short RantsHey, don't call me puny.Ed's Short Rants5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Would you stop calling me puny?!
Stop calling me a pipsqueak, it puts me in really bad mood.
DON'T CALL ME SMALL! I'LL BREAK DOWN YOUR FEET AND STICK 'EM ON YOUR HEAD!!!
You couldn't see me since I'm so short you couldn't distinguish me from all the grains of sand. VERY FUNNY!!!
Shorty?! Could a shorty do this?! What else you want to call me; a half-pint bean-sprout midget?! I'm still growing, you idiot(s)!
WHO ARE YOU CALLING A MICRO-SIZED HALF-PINT WHO DIDN'T GROW UP BECAUSE HE DOESN'T DRINK MILK?!!!
WHO ARE YOU CALLING A RUNT SO TINY HE COULD ONLY BE SEEN WITH
A MAGNIFYING GLASS, YOU JERK?!!!
WHO ARE YOU CALLING A MOUSY LITTLE PIPSQUEAK?!!!
Nobody calls me a pipsqueak and gets away with it.
WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL YOU WANT TO CRUSH LIKE AN ANT?!!!
Who are you calling shorty?
WHO ARE YOU CALLING A PIPSQUEAK?!
WHO ARE YOU CALLING A DWARF?!!! GET BACK HERE AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE!!!
WHO ARE YOU CALLING SMALL?!!!
WHO ARE YOU CALLING THE GUINESS BOOK OF WORL
You know you're obsessed with hetalia when...You exclaim 'I have invaded America's vital regions kesesesese...' when visiting Florida.You know you're obsessed with hetalia when...3 years ago in Humor More Like This
You cannot stop laughing at a world map.
You tell the bitchy queen bee that her way of talking reminds you of a Polish transvestite.
You actually enjoy history class.
You start imagining every angry German guy you meet with a gay Italian lover.
You squeal at the schools 'clever' way of mixing the leftovers into 'pasta with tomato sauce'
You actually manage to eat the school lunch by imagining that England's the one that cooked it for you.
You yell ''I'm the hero!'' every time you visit McDonalds.
You suddenly have less of a desire to eat Mexican since there's no official picture.
You dress up as a vampire for Halloween, but introduce yourself as Romania's hot sibling.
You think the European song contest is the most romantic thing ever.
You give everyone in your class a 'strange nickname' like Feliciano or Mr. Stick.
You scream ''aaaaah no! The noppera is invading!'' every time you see
You Know You're Obsessed With Hetalia When...You know you're obsessed with Hetalia when…You Know You're Obsessed With Hetalia When...2 years ago in Humor More Like This
[x] When you wonder why the polar bear at the zoo isn't talking to you
[x] When your teacher questions you when you constantly squeal during History class
 When you scream "Happy Birthday Alfred" and/or "Take that Arthur" on the Fourth of July in a large crowd of people and are proud when they give you the WTF look
 When you know what Sealand is and people find you weird for telling them he's a little kid in a blue sailor suit that was for sale on eBay
[x] When you laugh if a country's "vital regions" are discussed in the news/media
 When you question why only a few countries use Japanese as the foremost language
[x] When in a conversation about APH, you specifically use both country and human names to confuse the people around you
[x] (the obvious) When you ask, no, COMMAND people to become one with mother Russia and laugh hysterically when they look confused, telling them "everyone eventually becomes one with Russia"
True Sound: A Vocaloid Fanfiction: C11 Arifureta koigokoro ni ima wana wo skikakete (As with any common romance, right now, I’ll make sure you fall for it)True Sound: A Vocaloid Fanfiction: C112 years ago in Romance More Like This
Wazuka na sukima nozokeba (Stumbling into few crevices)
Tsukamaete (Capture me)
Tatoeba fukai shigemi no naka suberi komasete (For example, we can hide deep in the garden forever)
Tsunaida ase no kaori ni tada okasareteru (I’ve been affected by the mixed scent of our sweat)
The crowd that had gathered clapped and cheered as Kaito finished his song. Kaito smiled as various members of the crowd threw money into his guitar case. Lots of it. Still cheering and laughing, the crowd slowly dispersed, leaving Kaito rich and satisfied.
“Awesome job Kaito! You made a killing! Look at all that!” Len shouted excitedly, eyeing the money.
“That was AMAZING, wasn’t it Lily?” Gumi asked and jabbed her sister a few times in her side.
“Yeah, sure, if you like that kinda music,” Lily re
All of Enternity Vamp!Russia x ReaderAll of Eternity Vamp!Russia x ReaderAll of Enternity Vamp!Russia x Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I've been walking around these woods for hours. How the fudge cakes am I suppose to get out of here?!?"
Hello my name is __________ ___________. I've recently been sent off to the forest by the villagers of my home to get rid of some strange beast that live here within our forest. You see I'm our village's exorcist and I ward off any being of bad signs or monsters from hell. For the past couple of days now the young kids that came to play in the forest has come and made complaints to me saying the keep hearing some strange noise something like a "kolkol" sound. Whatever that was.
So now I'm aimlessly lost in our forest with no food or water. Not even a source of light since it was getting darker out.
Just flipping great. Now what? I still haven't even found what was making that sound and it's kind of freaking me out now. Well then I'll just keep walking until I see something.
You Are My LifeYou mean the world to me,You Are My Life2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Youre the only one I see in my dreams,
Me and you are meant to be,
Whenever I see you, all I can do is scream,
I cant stop thinking about you,
I admire everything you do.
I want to see you night and day,
Me and you understand each other,
You are the one, thats all I can say,
One day after another,
Youre always on my mind,
Your voice is so soft, gentle and kind.
Don't Count Your Gilbirds Before They HatchTitle: Don’t Count Your Gilbirds Before They HatchDon't Count Your Gilbirds Before They Hatch9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chars/Pairs: Chibi Prussia, Vati (Germania), Chibi Spain & Chibi France
Word Count: 824
Summary: Chibi!Prussia steals a couple of eggs in hopes of raising an army…
Author’s note: Thank you to my beta, Jen, for looking this over
Author’s note 2: The following was inspired by and based on the talented Arkham-Insanity’s “Chibi Prussia Diaries,” specifically page 39, which can be found here: http://arkham-insanity.deviantart.com/art/Chibi-Prussia-Diaries-039-294697016 If you haven’t read them, I recommend you check out her work.
Prussia, saddened by the fact that his army of chicks had left him, decided to take matters into his own hands. He would find some eggs, sit on them like a mother bird and hatch out his own army. He searched high and low when finally he discovered it, a treasure trove of eggs, otherwise known as