yuikos inner self with storyyuikos inner self with story2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
In the basement , Kyohie and Yuiko , are sitting in chairs directly across from each other and Yuiko says “ I have been feeling very weird lately , some things I do aren’t me , they are something else , making me do it”. Kyohie replies “ If you want yuiko , I can do a test on you to see whats wrong with you , internally” , Yuiko replied back “ Please I would like it , I want to know why Im acting so weird around you and around everyone else”.
Moments later kyohie creates a machine that splits personalities , Yuiko hesistantly gets into the machine and says “ I have complete trust in you kyohie , I love you “ , Kyohie then puts on the machine and sees Yuiko start to go into a trance and her body starts to shift around and morph , he then sees a spirit come out of Yuikos body and go into the chamber behind her . Yuiko then gets out of the machine and walks with Kyohie to the back. Jenny being in the tank behind the
PruRu: IllusionPruRu: Illusion4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I know it's hard to tell
How mixed up you feel
Hoping what you need
Is behind every door
Each time you get hurt
I don't want you to change
'Cause everyone has hopes
You're human after all
Ivan was lying on his bed, looking at the ceiling. He was waiting for something to happen. Something important, even if it was a sad thing. He knew what was about to happen was inevitable, no matter what he did. Because everything that begins must come to an end. Even his relationship with Gilbert, after all those years they spent together, and all those things they went through. It had to end. The wall would fall soon.
-He will leave. -He said sadly and sighed, feeling tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. -No matter how many times he promises he won't I know he'll leave, da.
When Gilbert finally came to love him, Ivan expected them to be together forever, even knowing that wouldn't happen, he had the slight hope i
Special mistletoe kissSpecial mistletoe kiss3 years ago in Romance More Like This
This is what happens when you mix a cold+Christmas songs+Christmas movies together. I've been sick and feeling like crap, so to get cheerful I've been watching a lot of Christmas stuff. Even though Christmas isn't here, but who cares? Get into the Christmas spirit early! It's fun. *Eating candy cane* That's right, I still have candy canes from last year. If you see ~ before and after a sentence, it's a thought.
As in: ~People who favorite rock.~ Ayame-chan thought.
As you all know, I sadly don't own Tokyo Mew Mew. I wonder if Santa...*Pulls out Christmas wish list*
It was a ordinary day for are green haired alien, Kisshu, as he drift away into a sweet dreamland of none other, his kitten. He was in his favorite tree near the house of the very kitten his dreams were about. Before his dream could get to the best part, the thing he steals as many times as he can, the one thing he looks forward to stealing, the kiss. His sweet dream got interrupted by snow fal
Other Countries Hate BieberOther Countries Hate Bieber4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Alright I found this In a someone's signature. Please do this you will literally roll on the floor laughing your ass off.
Ok step #1) Go to google translate, Easy enough right?
Step #2) Type in "Will Justin Bieber ever hit puberty"
Step #3) Translate from English to Vietnamese
Step #4) Copy & Paste Vietnamese Words
Step #5) Translate Vietnamese to English
Step#6) Translate Vietnamese to Japanese
Step#7) Translate Japanese to English
Step#8) Die from laughter .
So this is love-chapter twoSo this is love-chapter two4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ayame-chan: You asked for it, so you got it! Another chapter!
Ichigo: WHY? WHY?
Ayame-chan: Oh, don't be a kill joy!
Ichigo: You're making me get with Kisshu, so I can be!
Ayame-chan: How do you know you're gonna get with him?
Ayame-chan: When you get here?
Kisshu: Never mind that! What do you mean?
Ayame-chan: KisshuxIchigo isn't my only favorite. *Smirks*
Ichigo: SO I CAN GET WITH AOYAMA?
Ayame-chan: When the sky is purple and water taste like rainbows.
Kisshu: YOU WOULDN'T! SON OF A BIT-
Ayame-chan: I don't own Tokyo Mew Mew, SO ON WITH THE STORY!
Warmth. That was the first thing she felt, like a blazing fire, also calm like a candle light. There was a fuzzy feeling with it, you know the kind of feeling you get when someone you're close to smiles. But it was so much more than just some fluffy feeling, yet, at the same time it was fluffy. It was soft...this must be what touching clouds feels like...
New Love? Chapter seventeenNew Love? Chapter seventeen3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ayame-chan: Hello, my awesome reader. Sorry for the late update!
Kisshu: How the hell did DutchyPuppy make it rain chocolate? *Has chocolate all over him*
Ayame-chan: *Eating triple-fudge quadruple-chocolate and whip-cream cake and whip-cream cake* Here you go! And don't question awesomeness! *Gives Kisshu some*
Kisshu: Thanks MewNeko! *Eats* Yummy~
Ayame-chan: And for Pudding. *Gives giant triple chocolate cake from sailor phoenix black*
Pudding: YAY, NA NO DA! PUDDING AND AYAME-CHAN THANKS YOU, NA NO DA! *Eats* Yum, na no da~!
Ayame-chan: *Eating the lollipops Gallaghergir101101101 gave us* These are good! Thanks~!
Kisshu: Wait...should Ayame-chan be eating all that...?
Ayame-chan: *Gets all the rock candy and cookies from AnimeLover2235 and eats them all in one bite* THANK YOU~!
Pudding: Oh no, it's starting, na no da!
Kisshu and Pudding: AHHHHHHHHHH!
Ayame-chan: I DON'T OWN TOKYO MEW MEW OR THE SONG CANDYMAN, BUT I'M GONNA HAVE FUN WITH THIS FLAMETHROWER TANK!
I'll always love youI'll always love you3 years ago in Romance More Like This
This is my first time trying Poetry, bear with me people. This just came to me while watching Tokyo Mew Mew, episode 48. I'm now sad, poor Kisshu. Anyway, comments and favorites make my day even better since they're very important. Even little comments such as "Sweet". So please do. When you see ♥~ that's the poetry!
I don't own Tokyo Mew Mew. If I did, episode 48 would be SO much more different! Big thanks to all who comment and favorite, hope you enjoy~!
Kisshu could see her, the girl he loved more than anything, sleeping innocently like an angel, dreaming. He reached out one warm hand, softly caressing her cheek. He sighed deeply, wishing with all his might she understood how much he loved her. But no, she never could. Or, more painfully, never wanted to. For she loved another, someone who could never dream of loving her as much as he did.
He then lowered next to her ear, whispering with a soft, bitter sweet voice.
♥~You're always like a thorn
New Love? Chapter elevenNew Love? Chapter eleven4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Mew-Ayame: You wanna know why I haven't updated?
Kisshu: Because you're evil?
Mew-Ayame: I SEEN A DAMN GHOST! IN MY HOUSE!
Kisshu and Ichigo: Say wha?
Mew-Ayame: I was up at around 10:00pm since I think that's way to early for bed. Anyway, I was getting something to drink and saw a freaking shadow of a man!
Ichigo: How do you know it wasn't someone else?
Mew-Ayame: EVERYONE WAS ASLEEP! It went into the wall to! o.O
Kisshu: What did you do?
Mew-Ayame: Didn't move until after, like, five minutes. Went back to my room and thought, "Maybe going to bed early isn't such a bad idea..."
Ichigo: Yeah...right... *rolls eyes*
Mew-Ayame: I shall call him SHADOW DUDE! Oh yeah, thanks to all who faved the last chapter~!
Kisshu: Freaky......Mew-Ayame doesn't own Tokyo Mew Mew!
"B-but...I t-t-thought...y-y-you...WHAT?" Ichigo choked out. Deep Pink just smiled. "Oh honey, what made you think I was gay?" Ichigo stumbled for words as she looked down. "W-well, you like pink, fluffy things and
New Love? Chapter thirteenNew Love? Chapter thirteen4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ayame-chan: Is it done? Is it done? Is it done?
Pai: Shut up human! Yes, it's done.
Ichigo: What have you and Pai been doing?
Ayame-chan: In my eyes everyone wins when it came to the bet. So, Pai...
Kisshu clones: Hi!
Ayame-chan: Meet the Kisshu clones!
Ichigo: ARE YOU KIDDING ME? ONE KISSHU IS BAD ENOUGH!
Ayame-chan: Don't worry Ichigo, I have your real Kisshu put up.
Ichigo: You mean in your closet?
Ayame-chan: No...heh, heh...
Kisshu clone 1: I can't wait to go home with GimmeTehNoms!
Kisshu clone 2: Can't be better than going with oSunstar!
Kisshu clone 3: They can't top harunothea55!
Kisshu clones: *Starts fighting each other*
Ayame-chan: I own nothing, so lawyers go shove it up your-
Ichigo: ON WITH THE STORY!
"Why do you want to kill me Ichigo? I was just joking about the honeymoon night and changing thing! WHY?" Kisshu yelled as he was desperately trying to take his hand out of Ichigo's iron grip. "You'll be fine, Kish. My dad isn't that b
Our DreamOur Dream4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's a cool fall evening, and theres a sense of happiness and love in the air. Everyone in town is about, running around, getting ready for the "big day". They all flock to the church down the road, where two families have been for the past 24 hours. A girl is smiling, nervous in a large room with the two mothers and the two of the three sisters between the families. "Oh my gosh I'm so nervous" she says. "It's all ok, you look beautiful" her mother-in-lawtobe assures her. The girl smiles, "Thank you." She's wearing a long white strapless dress with frills all over, and she smiles and blushes when the veil finally falls in front of her face. Taking a deep breath, she walks out of the room. "I'm ready" she says.
She walks into the church, the music already playing, and she's almost overwhelmed with the amount of people there. She looks down the aisle and sees her man: tall, skinny, handsome, with blonde hair just long enough to reach the top of his eyes. he looks back, and th
Wild Night - TF FicHot Rod couldn't remember much after the party last night. Too much of Jazz's special highgrade. But one thing he did remember is finding a pretty red frame during that party and the coaxing touches and kisses that followed. The mech had been wild in the berth, surprising Hot Rod by pushing him down onto the surface and toying with his seams as pleasure flowed between them.Wild Night - TF Fic4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The scratches on his frame and the pleasant ache in his wires gave testament that last night actually happened and he shivered as he stretched, only to freeze when he felt something shift against him. Optics flicking, he looked down to the red frame curled against him.
A faint sigh came from his companion and blue optics slowly brightened, staring at the flame decorated chest before looking up at Hot Rod's face, optics wide. "H-Hot Rod?" the voice asked, a bit timid.
Must Be An Autobot ThingMust Be An Autobot ThingMust Be An Autobot Thing5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sam could never understand it. He often would return home from school to find Bumblebee already waiting for him in the garage literally rearing to go, it was almost like if the pair did not get to the overlook in that single second, the entire universe would implode. But that was silly. Sam just put it down to Bumblebee just being Bumblebee.
But Bumblebee wasn't the only one.
Ironhide even, could give the young teenager food for thought as the old gruff mech would more then once complain that Annabelle was growing up far to fast, even though the little toddler had just recently celebrated her third birthday. Sara of course would smile and laugh, kindly reminding their big black guardian that not everything could stay young forever, we all had to grow up eventually. Sam merely just shrugged off the thought, adding it to one of the weapon specialist's many weird quirks. Time just moving too fast for him to keep up with. After all, the b
Alice's Wonderland - The Red Brick RoadWarning!Alice's Wonderland - The Red Brick Road2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This story is a side story to my novel Astrea's Tear, the story contains characters and features that may only make sense unless you have read the story. If you have not read it the story is here ---> http://freyacarwen.deviantart.com/art/Astrea-s-Tear-Chapter-One-Part-One-344967219
There are features in this story that I have not covered in Astrea's Tear, pay them no mind for they do not make a difference in regards to how you understand the story.
Chapter One - The Red Brick Road
The munchkins of Munchkinland crowded around the beginnings of the yellow and red brick roads. Unable to see what was going on, a munchkins jumped up and down in an attempt to see what the commotion was about. Carefully the munchkin weaved through the masses until finally reaching the front of the crowd.
The munchkin stared wide eyed at the pool of long blonde hair that flowed around the body of the unconscious young girl. The munchkins all began to whisper among
DisillusionDisillusion3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm dead. Or, at least, I'm very close to death. My body begins to numb, but it must be because of the alcohol. I just sit there, drinking, until I don't know how long I've been there.
I used to have a family once. Now my family is broken as I watch how everyone is controlled by that monster, known as Zouken Matou. It's a pain to see what our family has become. We've never really been close to a normal family, but we still functioned. Now my brother is dead and gone, my son is chasing a dream that will never come true for him and a little girl who had nothing to do with this must endure all the pain and suffering.
I always said that I hated Kariya. I always said that my path was the only one who was the best for the future of the Matou family. I always said that I had no right to leave Zouken's house. But the truth is I was being a coward the whole time.
I was neglected since I was born because I had very few, if any, magic circuits. My younger brother, Kariya, had everything I wanted
An Adult FairytaleAn Adult FairytaleAn Adult Fairytale4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Written by John Swartz
Unlike tales of princesses and knights,
Or of old wizards and miserable dragons,
You tell me tales of gas prices and traffic jams,
You tell tales of adventures within an Adult's fairytale;
Tales of that reflecting glass within the sad, metal city.
You consider that your life is worthless,
Compared to the endless hunger and pain,
You've considered suicide at the end of every day,
Just so you can sleep at night without that bitter pain,
That hard echo of misery within the city's sinking shadow.
Your tears of salt blend against your skin,
Ruining that face of beauty and sun kissed skin,
Leaving searing marks that scar you and harm you,
But I lay next to you in our country home doing nothing,
Unable to perform that faultless task like a challenging climb.
Your stories always upset you,
They leave you shaking and brittle,
Unstably dwelling within your heart,
And yet you can't stop unmovable,
Even when it hurts you this much.
Do You Still Want Me?Poor SammyDo You Still Want Me?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he's grown old and white
and stiff, especially in his fingers.
It has nothing to do with arthritis,
but rather the perils of
"I want you!"
he still says under
stars and stripes and
But he's seen too many boys
(and lately, girls too)
pass by his sign over the years.
He likes the spirit in their eyes;
when he was young, he had it, too.
But the ones that return
are as old and withered as he,
missing the index fingers they once
used to point
"I want you!"
"He wants me!"
until their voices break
under the artillery fire.
They don't wear red-white-blue
That went out of fashion a long time ago,
giving way to the brown-green
which is the newest trend for his nephews.
"Hey, Sam," I say tiredly
when we're both old and gray.
"You've been working for decades.
I was signed on for years
when I pointed fingers just like you,
but we're both too old and tired
Maybe I didn't
A Tale From Cybertron: ImpulseDisclaimer: I own nothing, thank you.A Tale From Cybertron: Impulse5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a rare mutation in a mech's personal coding that resulted in a telepath like him. In a society that despised changes and anything out of the ordinary, Soundwave found himself neglected and ignored amidst his own people. Even as a Sparkling, people around him looked with accusing optics, cursing him in silence for the ability he did not wish to be endowed with. Because of this, Soundwave thought his telepathy as a curse...
...until he met Megatron.
The ex-miner had explained that in his conquest to eradicate the statics of Cybertronian people, a mech like Soundwave, a telepath, was a valuable asset. For the first time in his life, Soundwave felt appreciated. He felt needed. He felt important. So he joined the Decepticon, willingly serving Megatron's cause even though sometimes he found the leader's method a little too radical for his liking. Still he remained silence for the loyalty he had nurtured towards Megatron was undying, unchallenged b
Precious, Little ElfinI do not own Bakugan.Precious, Little Elfin4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Precious, Little Elfin
"You so said it!"
"I never said that!"
"You did too!"
Ingram wanted to kill them both. He watched as Elfin and Preyas bickered over whether Preyas said some cute, protective statement about her that he was fervently denying. Didn't they argue over the same thing back on Earth? He glanced over to Skyress, and they were all out of their ball forms and shook their heads. They resided near an ocean as the Elfin began shoving Preyas towards it as he feebly attempted to remove the hands from his throat.
Turning to her friend, Skyress questioned, "How long have they been arguing?"
"A few long hours," Ingram replied irritably.
" When did they start?"
"Around noon. It's almost dusk."
"Why can't you admit that you said I was your 'precious, little Elfin', Preyas?" Elfin demanded, stamping her foot.
"Because I never said it! You're crazy!" Preyas barked, turning away with crossed arms.
"Well, what about when you said you were worried ab
HelplessLeft alone,Helpless8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Torn and dispersed;
The hole that once was filled
Now ripped apart and
Looking up and wishing,
Don't know what should happen first.
Should I just move on with my life
Or should I sit here by myself
Heavy does the pain feel,
Crying only makes it worse,
To fill it up with sorrowful tears
To only pour out again through my
Could I be wrong,
This pain could only be the thirst
For something that should come back
And be put back together and kept
You Gave me lyrics
When I wasn't well versed
In the sweet sinful song of love
That led us to what we knew and would
But now the sheets are torn,
The song is now a curse,
Haunting my every step,
Giving me only a dark existence I can't
MTMTE DrabblesDisclaimer: I do not own Transformers characters. I make no profit from this.MTMTE Drabbles2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ratings vary. Read the warnings. Pairings include:
Rung/Fortress Maximus; Rodimus/Ultra Magnus
Title: Pretty Toy
Pairing: Overlord/Fortress Maximus
Warnings: AU, dark, gore, non-con, slash
Overlord loomed over Fortress Maximus, admiring his handiwork of broken limbs, gouged metal, exposed wires and tubes, and lavender fluid splattered everywhere. He had tortured many bots in his lifetime, but Fortress Maximus was his favorite, his work of art. Never had a bot responded with such beautiful cries of agony, gorgeous facial features twisting exquisitely with every pull, stab, or punch. He particularly enjoyed sawing off Fortress Maximus' right arm at the elbow. The tool had been dull and rusty, so it was a slow, excruciating process, and he was amazed that Fortress Maximus hadn't passed out or gone insane, cursing his name and putting on a brave fac
Lea's Story chpt 1 OriginsA young girl with brown hair in pigtails ran after a soccer ball into the streets. She skipped over to it; picking it up in the middle of the street. "I got it!" She turned to see her friends Megan and Warren shouting at her. When she realized why it was too late. All she saw was the trucks headlights and everything went black.Lea's Story chpt 1 Origins5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"LEA!" A teenage girl with the same brown hair groaned as she got up from her orange and white bed. It had been 7 years since the accident that gave her robotic parts in her arms and torso. She groaned as she sat up arms giving a slight whirr. "Honestly Lea, get up!" Her mom's voice cut through the early Saturday morning air.
"But Mom, Why do I have to wake up this early on a Saturday!?!?!" As she complained she started getting dressed in her usually orange, white and black outfit. Along with her usual choker, she was wearing a blue crystal necklace that she had just bought. She slipped on her goggles
Crossfire's BioCrossfire's Bio5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
alt mode: 2010 Toyota Tundra(4 door) TRD
squad: Special Ops
personality: Crossfire is a quiet, but capable mech. He is thorough in his job and would rather work in a group then alone-as that is his worst fear-being alone. He was heavily abused by his creator and has inner scars to show for it. He is an introvert and is often found in the corner when there are high grade parties. He fights with his favorite weapon, a crossbow, which he is deadly accurate, even from far distances and is a