Sonic's 20th Birthday StoryBirds chirping their peaceful tunes the sun's warm rays of light warming the ground while a nice cool breeze would come in to rustle the leaves on the bushes and treesit was truly a beautiful afternoon for any person to go outside and play; however, a certain blue hedgehog was curled under the covers and in his bed fast asleep the blue hero didn't even realize that today was his 20th birthday. But that won't stop a certain two-tailed kitsune, a male green hedgehog and a female magenta hedgehog from telling him the great news.. The trio carefully tiptoed near the blue blur before shouting "Happy Birthday" really loud in his ears. Sonic sprung upwards and hit the ceiling above before falling back onto the plush bed below.Sonic's 20th Birthday Story2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ooh oww that hurt," Sonic groaned, looking at the three that stood in front of him, "Thanks guys, but next time, a little softer? You nearly blew my ear drums out." "Sorry Sonic." Tails apologized. "Come on Bro! Get your lazy blue b
In honor of his memory...To honor Ryan-Boss-Stevens' memory, being his oldest and close friend, my close friends and I have taken on to adopt his characters into our casts of characters. We will keep them original to their personalities. We felt that if we just let his charas die with him, his memory will fade from our hearts. We do not want that. He was a great person and I don't ever wanna forget him. Please understand that we have no malicious intent and only want to keep him close, even though he has passed on. I will keep a list posted of who has adopted who so that people will not get confused.In honor of his memory...2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Me: Stevens, Meowzy, Fuzzy, Demonfox, Samara, Winona, Wenona, Argon, Deminia, Harroc Sun, Mira, Jackie, Mairead, Linda, Jason, Sonya, Yuri, Beverly, Adeline, Mayu, Nao, Neo
Chris ( http://www.furaffinity.net/user/mrcjb/ ) : Grozda, Bara, Zara, Arthas, Baize, Sayoko, Lilith, Xiau, Xena, Basil, Suraya, Trina, Melfina
Jeff ( http://www.furaffinity.net/user/jeffron/ ) : Jade, Amethist, Cathelle
Shiba ( White-Mage-Tifa
Little Girl In Her Imaginary WorldThere once was a little girlLittle Girl In Her Imaginary World2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was bullied at school
and even at home,it got worse.
No parent there to make her feel better.
Alone she felt.Felt like no one wanted her around.
She never felt she belonged,
atleast until she read a webcomic,
one which gave her the confidence to do something,
something normal people wouldn't do.
She created another girl,a girl whom she could call herself,
her better half to be specific.
And the girl having been made up,
she decided to give her a husband of her own.
One she could call her own,one who could 'hug' her and 'kiss her' when she was feeling blue.
The husband's name would be Gamzee Makara,a character she discovered while reading the said webcomic.
After this,she then decided that she would create her own little world.
A world in which she could call her own,and be excepted.
An ostrich,this girl was,hiding from her shame we know as reality.
She sought comfort in her tiny,little made-up world,in the imaginary arms,of her imaginary husband.
Glorious Revolution: Paradox in Ponyville Chap 1Glorious Revolution: Paradox in Ponyville Chap 12 years ago in Settings More Like This
Glorious Revolution: Paradox in Ponyville
Back in Equestria, things weren't well, not well at all. Where a few houses used to stand in the normally quaint town of Ponyville there was now what looked like a literal tear in the area. The space where the houses were was the forming point for a portal of sorts. Around the spatial anomaly, ponies of all kinds were gathered, chattering and gazing at what was going on. In the middle of it all, a purple unicorn with matching dark purple hair approached the tear. Trotting alongside her was a cream colored grey maned pony with a pair of big glasses adorning her face. Reaching the anomaly, the unicorn eyed it with curiosity.
"Well Mayor, this certainly isn't something you see everyday here, and that's saying something." The unicorn stated. Her companion adjusted their gaze to that of her own.
"So, Twilight, do you have any idea of whats going on?" The Mayor questioned. Twilight then glared at the anomaly, then clos
AroundAround my friends I act silly.Around1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm hyper and giddy.
I laugh a lot,
Sometimes until I cry,
Or until I can barely speak.
Around the one I love I feel stupid.
As though no words come out.
But I feel honored to even be near them,
Or to have them listen to me,
Or even to have them speak back to me.
Around everyone else at school I feel invisible.
I stay secluded in my safe bubble of old friends.
I stay away from new people.
I feel as though they stare at me like I'm some animal.
Not one of them.
Around my parents I act like a smart idiot.
I can be stupid,
Somehow it works out.
Around my teachers I act like a good student.
I follow the rules.
I do my work.
I try not to fail.
Just answering questions in class isn't my thing.
I'm not fond of being wrong.
People will probably laugh at my mistakes.
Around a young child I feel wise.
As though I'm a sage who can tell them the wonderful journeys,
The journeys of life,
And the ones of love.
And they can look up to me as a hero.
springwell, it looks like its just another boting old day. even though it like that i've noticed it has became spring again. the season is for new life like couples,births, the flowers growing, stuff like that. but for me it has became cold and dark ,bipolar, likespring7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
the wether. iys not surprizeing every year i get left out the only things that changes is me growing older, like a flower blooming but slowly wilting. every spring, i see a couple walk by, i envy them but- at the same time- i dont becase i know by winter most of them will die like the plants and flowers. but its only natural, its natures way of saying "lifes tough" but like life you have to be tough too.
Desu desu bitchesDesu desu bitches2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Aubrey Dove
*Birthday: April 1
*Crush: Kyle Broflovski (...but don't tell her I told you that); also, side-note, has a huge fangirl obsession with Mysterion (again, please don't tell her I said that) which is probably platonic, but...
*Friends: Tweek Tweak, Kyle Broflovski, Damian, Pip, Goth kids, Craig Tucker, Mysterion, gingers, pretty much all the outcasts, her pet bunny (seen in the picture) Mr. Fluffles
*Enemy: Pretty much everyone else.
Personality: She's just a messed up little kid who will, in fact, torture you, kill you and feed you to your pet for absolutely no good reason at all (well...to her, being insulted is a reason). I advise you not to piss her off or call her "ginger"-she doesn't respond nicely to that. Is content with the fact however and feels proud that she "has no soul". Likes to collect eyeballs and thinks the world would be a better place if everyone was blind. When she's no
dont let Dracoskull leavedont let Dracoskull leave4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Dracoskull shouldn't leave
1. Because I'll cry if they leave dA
2. Because all they're fans will cry if they leave dA
3. Because dA is the only place where you can post your crazy fanfiction and people actually read it
4. Because they still have to finish making my Akatsuki hedgehogs
5. Because they still have to finish they're story
6. Because if they leave I won't get to see the constant updates on they're profile
7. Because if they're soul will turn to dust if they leave behind their friends on purpose
8. Because I don't want dracoskulls soul to turn to dust
9. Because I look at every single post they make
10. Because Livestream is stupid
11. Because I'd go on a tantrum and burn down every building in a fifty mile radius
12. Because Tobi of the Akatsuki would cry
13. Because dracoskull's contest would never be finshed
14. Again, because Livestream is stupid
15. Because I probably won't find another friend who likes both pokemon AND sonic
The Bet [creek]Chapter Five: Art FartThe Bet [creek]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The mirror was unfair. Without it, Eleanor could imagine her body instead of seeing it for the cruel reality way that it was. Stupid mirror. As she stared at her naked body (she was about to take a shower), she took her whole self in. Every inch. Her breasts were small and not perky, drooping slightly. Stretch marks shown bright on her hips and stomach.Where fat used to be, loose skin sat mockingly like a reminder of her past. Small indents, cellulite, scattered on her bottom and upper thighs. Her face was decent, and Eleanor was grateful. A scar on her left hip was ugly and menacing. The memory of falling on the glass table made her shudder.
After minutes of this, Eleanor snapped out of the self-loathing depressive state and took her shower. The hot water washed away her troubles and she just stood there, feeling the air around her. She gazed at the tiled wall and thought about the past events. It hit her, just then, that she was so far away from home. Her heart
The Bet [creek]Chapter Four: Too MuchThe Bet [creek]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tweek was extra paranoid as he stood by his friend at school. Craig was extra reserved and his thoughts were extra dark. The crowds of people were extra crowded and the weather was extra cold. Everything about this day was just too much. Too much of everything. Too much of everything bad.
"I had another nightmare last night," Tweek said, rather quietly. He wanted his friend to speak, just to prove he still existed. Craig was the only good thing in his life and he always doubted he was real. Nothing that great could have been apart of Tweek's life. He was undeserving.
Craig just stared straight ahead, purposely not meeting Tweek's gaze.
"This time it was because of the story we read in English." It took all his strength not to ask Craig what was wrong. He couldn't think of anything that would make him act this way. Tweek's thoughts interrupted, It's because of the girl. Now that another person cares about your existence, Craig will disappear. He's not real. He
Dancing with the Fairies EnglandxReaderDancing with the Fairies6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Emerald leaves, orange light,
Swaying bluebells, pink clouds,
Rustling trees, calling birds,
In the stillness of the forest.
We wandered from the gravel path,
Careful where we trod,
Not to crush the innocent flowers,
That tinted a fine fragrance.
Past the great oak,
Beyond the pine and beech,
Our fingers entwined together,
My hand locked safely in his.
Great gorges and steep cliffs,
We passed before an opening,
Where light shone through gracefully,
Catching on mysterious forms.
The rosebay willowherb seeds
Floated and waltzed effortlessly
Through the air and caught the light,
Simply known as 'fairies'.
We began to dance with them,
Locked in a waltz grasp.
Slender fingers played with blonde hair
And a tender hand rested on my hip.
Not even the birds or the setting sun
Could ever disturb
A Wonderful DayA Wonderful Day1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Today was a most wonderful day, the kind of day worth remembering. I never thought I would be one to have my life be put on record, but today was just too good to forget. To do such an amazing job on my customer and to snuff out the man who slowly sent her to Death's door, it made for such a wonderful day indeed
Ah, but I'm getting ahead of myself, now aren't I? First events always warrant an introduction, and I am nothing if not courteous. My name, is Spencer Abraham Smith, but you may refer to me as Spencer; or, if you're not so formal, than Mr. Smith will suffice. I am the owner of the Hollow Valley Cemetery, proprietor of the Six Foot Estates Funeral Home, and a licensed Mortician. Quite frankly, death is my business, my life, and, to be so bold, my purpose.
What do you mean you can't believe I'm a business owner? I might not have reached my mid-twenties yet, but I am far more capable than most. No, this wasn't passed on to me by family, bu
--04Responsibility to the family was something BIGGER than Daniel could even imagine. One of the two Leaders of the Lockyears, a member of the Seven Prominent Families of the Tenebris. It's no walk in the park, seeing what has happened to his family members recently. Death here and there, brutal murder and spirited away's. The whole family was in disarray.--047 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
They need a leader now, and Jaevis won't agree to take a chance at protecting them. Daniel had no other option. He had to do this, even if it means certain death and gradual destruction. He knows he's not ready, AT ALL.
What happens here, right now. He thinks it's not going to change anything. He doesn't even know half of his relatives. How would they listen to him? His thoughts kept swimming, bashing on the walls of his mind. Yes or No? Good or Bad Results? It didn't matter to him anymore.
"I don't care, I'm doing it."
"You know Daniel, once you say yes to this, there's no turning back." Daniel jumped at the sudden voice. He look
--03His head spun, his vision blurred. Painful reverberation rang through his ears, his throat was caught up in something and was unable to breathe. He didn't even know he was already stumbling awkwardly. He slipped, and hit his head near his mirror. Grabbing onto the table for leverage, Jaevis looked at his blurred reflection. It was late at night, but he could see something, someone behind him. He widened his eyes when he realized who it was, but before he could say anything. He stumbled to the ground, passing out.--037 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Jae... JAE!" Someone's voice started ringing in his head. Jaevis was so tired, and his body was so sore. It felt like he was crushed by a thousand hollow bricks. His head still throbbed from last night. It was crazy, all he could remember was the strong smell of, well, SOMETHING. Then he blacked out. He didn't understand why he would feel so sore because of it. It took him longer than needed to snap out, at the cost of having
--01 It was strange.--017 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The city looked so, empty. It wasn't empty at that, you could see little silhouettes of humans, of the living. What makes it so, eerie and strange as she thought was, where were the others? They can disguise as humans, they needn't vessels anymore, and merely be able to blend in. She could not see ANY for all she knows, no matter how she walked. In this, Limbo, the dead, the angels and demons, weren't they supposed to be visible. In a sense that, they were supposed to have form, an opaque form. A silhouette is only for the humans, living humans. Heck, even a Nephilim or Cambrion will BE SEEN, as long as they've got blood of any otherworldly being. She was alone, and the silence was killing her. Her sharp senses get her jumpy, and would bash anything that wasn't just some 'ghost' walking around. No demons. No angels. No Monsters or Limbo beings.
last time she went to Limbo, place was packed. It was a neutral ground for all beings fr
The Final Game: Chapter 2The Final Game: Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Final Game
Chapter 2: Questions
On his way back to the shelter of the tree, something gleaming in the moonlight caught Luigi's eye. Wary that it could be a lure into any number of traps, the green plumber took out his hammer and inched his way toward the source of the reflected moonlight he had seen. What he found seemed to be an oddly well carved, colorless gemstone. Wondering if the jewel might be of value, Luigi tapped it with his hammer. He was rewarded for his curiosity with a cracked hammerhead, yet the gemstone didn't even have a scratch on it. Figuring that it must be worth something, the Italian plumber pocketed the stone, deciding to ask his companions about it once he returned to their base.
(The scene shifts to within an enormous airship, showing a shadowed, huge figure seated before a dozen different monitors, each showing a different part of Mobius)
Into the presence of the daunting figure viewing the monitors patiently, entered a hedgehog like android, who kne
PROVEZANO ROMANIANO BIO -REVISED-PROVEZANO ROMANIANO BIO -REVISED-7 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Very sloppily written ugh.
FAMILY BACKGROUND AND BIRTH:
Faramundo Romaniano, the right hand man and Storm Guardian of the Adalfiere Nono was arranged to marry Jun Kijou, the boss of the Karasuma Yakuza at the age of 21. Jun that time was 20. They lived well together for a good five years before their first child, Provezano was born, following a second son, Desiderio and then, Eloise: their first and only daughter. Jun was at least happy to have children, as she was planning to find an heir to her position back at the Karasuma. A year later, their youngest son and child, Virgillio was born.
Being the firstborn of the Romaniano siblings, he had an easy life. He was a normal child in the mafia, he had training, he studied in mafia school. Also, being the first born of the 9th Storm Guardian, the other 9th Generation Guardians had him as a candidate for the position when his time comes. From early childhood until the age of 10, he had private t
rambling chapter 3Chapter 3rambling chapter 32 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
When she came to the hotel she asked for her target's room number and proceeded to there. Knocking on the door she was greeted with a groan "go away I don't want to see anyone" came a gruff voice
"Not even your own mate?" she said to the door. In what seemed 2 seconds the door was unlocked and she was let in before she could close the door she was greeted by to two strong arms circling around her waist. "Where have you been?" he said holding her close to his chest afraid that if he let go she would disappear. Placing her hand on his she smiled and closed her eyes "I've been looking for you Stryder" she said turning her head she was met by crimson eyes "why are you wearing sunglasses?" he asked as she turned to him her tail shutting the door behind her. She returned the hug with her own laying her head on his chest "how else am I going to hide my identity?" she said closing her eyes she could feel him taking them off and tossing them on his couch. She finally opened her eyes s
Love For Real I Watch You And WonderLove For Real2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I wanna know you but I'm so scared to talk to you
Would you leave me?
Take advantage of me?
Or Would you let me into your world?
I always wanna know if I am allowed to talk to you
Listening to music that just reminds me of you makes me cry every night
So I just sit in class and draw me and you together the dream i want true...
You Wanna Know More About Me
I finally talk to you and you want to know more about me
Why I have to ask its so confusing when you act this way
But I am happy at the same time
I can't belive I finally talk to you
Maybe this will be the start of something great....
We Are Together
You like me enough to call me your girl
I have never been so happy
They say we look cute together I just worry so much if this will go wrong
But you make it so I never think bad thoughts
Thats how I know we are in love....
Eyes That Only Saw RedEyes That Only Saw RedEyes That Only Saw Red3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Everything was tinted red. I look to my left, then to my right. Everything was tinted red. Placing my hands on the cool surface of brick, I closed my eyes. I took deep breathes, each one helping me focus my power. My body froze as my power took over, my hands starting to slowly move over the brick. I opened my eyes, only to see that everything was blurry. Trying to clear my vision would only bring me pain, so I closed them again. My body unfroze. The power draining away, as a loud crash sounded in front of me. I opened my eyes to see blurry red objects, falling to the ground. The brick wall had collapsed.
I silently walked into the empty room. The colors of the wall blurried together. The room felt hot. I lifted my hands, and saw a flickering light surronding them. "Fire..." I walked further into the room, then looked behind me. I had left a trail of flames. This was the after effect of bringing the brick wall down. I took a deep breathe. Released it. Then again,
The BrokenThe Broken1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, your life is not worthless;
You have a purpose.
Do you think you are here--
That maybe you just appeared--
For no reason at all?
Did not God sew each fiber of your being together?
Why would you not be precious to Him?
No! It's not ok to give up.
You are loved.
I don't care if you say that no one cares;
To stop saying empty prayers.
You say you've done horrible things
That you don't deserve to live.
What are you doing?! Don't you dare!
You don't understand what will happen if you go!
This is more important than you know.
At stake is your eternal destiny!
Don't gamble with that I BEG you! Please!!
No... Why? Why did you do it?
My eyes feel like dams that have been broken.
Just like my friend.
Why didn't you listen?
What if there was something good around the corner??
What if you had taken a new direction and changed things??
What if you had become the man you always wanted to be??
The wailing tears for a soul lost forever burst from my eyes.
There is no hope for him....
No... I will
Sympath's RP/Writing Meme (Camp Out)This is a good way to flesh out characters as well as have a good time. Wether you are doing this by yourself or as a collab, feel free to have the characters that are stuck on the side lines put there two cents in & all in all bother the characters who are stuck doing the tasks, makes it more fun that way.Sympath's RP/Writing Meme (Camp Out)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alright first thing's first, pick 6 characters & give a little info on each: (name, apperance, attitude, ect.)
Somehow or another your characters all find themselves at a camp set up in the middle of the woods. They are in a dead zone so electronics will not be able to pick up signals. There is food, a fire already going, & several sleeping bags but no tents, extra wood, or vehicles. How did your characters get there? What do they plan to do now? (all characters)
While your characters were figuring things out dark clouds have rolled in. Seeing as how there are no tents, what do they do? (all characters)
After the rain stops the fire must be relit. All the
Pre - Eskimo Princess((The following short story is based upon a memory. Some of it is not accurate, but most of it is. I suggest listening to this song as you read the following;; http://tinyurl.com/pirprin Please enjoy. C: ))Pre - Eskimo Princess2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The tears rolled down her cheeks, she didn't understand. She sat there, shaking, crossing her trembling arms across her reverberating heart.
She just smiled and asked her concerned friends at the lunch table, "He isn't looking, is he?"
They all shook their heads and simply said, "No."
Forty minutes or so earlier...
She had sat at her computer, next to him. He was busy typing up something. She couldn't tell what. He conveniently minimized Microsoft Word each time she glanced over there or asked him what he was up to.
He was a lot less talkative that day than usual. She was thankful he wasn't distracting her as much as normal, but she did enjoy their unusual conversations and his witty comments. Occasionally he would take his mouse and unplug it from his computer and plug i