UTAU CV Japanese ReclistI don't have an UTAUloid of my own, but I know that there are many people out there who want to make their own, and Japanese is one of the easiest to use in, not to mention the original language of, the UTAU software. This list of recordings are for consonant-vowel voicebanks of the Japanese language.UTAU CV Japanese Reclist2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
a, i, u, e, o
ka, ki, ku, ke, ko
kya, kyi, kyu, kye, kyo
ga, gi, gu, ge, go
gya, gyi, gyu, gye, gyo
sa, shi, su, se, so
Love and HateI love the way I can make my stomach heave.Love and Hate5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love the way I can stop myself from eating.
I love the way I can make mysef bleed.
I love the way I can see my bones after a while.
I love the way I no longer recognize hunger.
I love the way I have scars on my skin.
I love the way my clothes become loose.
I love the way my face begins to thin.
I love the way my skin tears away from the blade.
I love the way I can control it.
I love the way no one notices.
I love the way the evidence is never even suspected.
But I hate who I've become.
Marik Plays TOMEMarik Plays TOME3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Okay, so Bakura told me he’s tired of just sitting around watching me play video games all day. I can’t imagine why… At any rate, he appears to be serious about this (he even made his little stubborn-pouty face) so, in the interest of preserving our evil alliance, I agreed to separate myself from my console for a couple of days.
I never said anything about my PC...
Ha ha ha, I am so wonderfully evil! The fluffy fool cannot possibly begin to imagine that I am really still playing video games behind his back! Well, technically it’s more like an online RPG, but my plan is still SUPREMELY EVIL. That’ll teach him who really wears the leather pants around here.
Hmm, let’s see… This T.O.M.E. game is supposed to be some kind of virtual-reality-type-thing… I don’t really know how it works, but it reeks so badly of money and arrogance that I’m sure Kaiba’s hologram technology is involved. Although it really doesn’t have a
PhilophobiaPhilophobia.Philophobia5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the fear of falling in love
the fear of heartache
the fear of shattered hearts
The fear of sentiment,
fear of affection.
Your numb heart,
yearns to feel again.
the rush of pain won't come.
the fear of passion
the fear of adoration
the fear of being labeled:
darling, dearest, beloved
The fear of ardor,
Self-DestructPairing: Malik/BakuraSelf-Destruct4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Warning/Disclaimer: Tiny bit of violence, little-to-no swearing. YGO franchise belongs to whoever it belongs to, but the plot is mine. Also, Malik=hikari, Marik=yami.
After he first looked in the mirror since acquiring his own body, Bakura methodically shattered every reflective surface he could get his hands on. To see Ryou's body double instead of the man he had once been was too much. This skinny, frail thing couldn't be himit was a mockery, the pharaoh's newest knife to stab and twist in this smooth, new, pale skin.
Malik came home to him slumped on his knees in front of the TV, watching the news, blood oozing from his cut-up hands. As he grabbed the first-aid kit, he said simply, "Welcome to my world."
He never considered himself crippled not by his life underground, or by the scars on his back. If anything, he was stronger for what had been done to him, and he would be damned if he couldn't prove it. There was a poo
Llamas with Hats Human AdaptedLlamas with Hats Human Adapted4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Carl, there's a dead human in our house!"
My best friend-and roommate-Carl, was in the kitchen, doing the dishes, which was odd, because Carl never did the chores.
He shuffled over and poked the dead body with his foot. "Oh...hey...how did he get here?" Blood was pooling on the floor, from multiple stab wounds in the dead man's chest.
His lying tone was obvious. I stared at him, alarmed. "Carl, what did you DO?!"
He waved a hand nonchalantly. "Me? I didn't do this."
"Explain what happened, Carl!" I said angrily. These kinds of things seemed to happen whenever I went out...
"I've never seen him before in my life!" Carl protested.
"Why did you kill this person, Carl?!"
"I do not kill people. That is..." he couldn't help glancing back towards the kitchen. "That is my LEAST favorite thing to do."
I sighed. "Carl, tell me exactly what you were doing before I got home."
He frowned and shifted
Something To Lose.Is this all I am to you?Something To Lose.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just something to lose?
Someone to hurt?
To hit and abuse?
For that would leave marks
Not even mentally
You go straight for the heart
Like a waterfall cascading
It won't ever stop
I'll be here still waiting
Or so I once thought
I can never fight this feeling
But I can't help that it's here
Maybe it'd be best
If I could just disappear...
RecoveryRecovery is learning how to say I will never miss an opportunity to eat a Choco Taco while on an outing with the friends who throw worried glances in your face every time you all sit down to eat. Choco Taco; it says on the package, This is not a reduced fat food. You throw a worried glance at yourself, choke the thing down. Try not to look like youre enjoying this more than a sane human being would. Walk back into the sunlight, drink another 24-ounce bottle of water, walk and walk and walk like a woman possessed. Linger by the Chilean flamingos, talk to them as though they can hear you.Recovery8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Recovery is taking a shower at one in the afternoon and finally putting in your contacts. It is looking in the mirror, watching your hair dry to that classic anorexic poof, and realizing with horror that you have gained weight, that your face is fat, that your arms are fat, that your legs are, once again, each the size of a small hippo. There is nothing you can
A Sad Little GirlA Sad Little Girl5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's a sad little girl living in a sad little house with sad little parents. This sad little girl had no friends, she always sat alone under that sad oak tree watching the children play. Teachers always asked, "why don't you play with your classmates? It's a beautiful day! Go make some friends!" With a small frown upon her lips the sad little girl went out to play. Laughter filled her ears, the sun shown on her face. And out of the blue the children stopped. Held their balls, the laughter died, the swings stopped. Their lips all pressed into lines. Backing up the sad little girl went back to her tree. A tear ran down her cheek. Slowly a cloud hung over her head, she walked alone after school; the cloud growing over her head.
The grass was dead, the crows digging their talons into the tree flapping their wings. Window shutters falling off the hinges. Paint peeling off the walls. Mother was to depressed to even say 'hello' to the sad little girl when she returned home from school. Fat
OneshotHe had been liking her for as long as he could remember. Not that she ever seemed to notice, of course. She always seemed to ignore anything to do with the green skinned male. Truly, she still held a grudge against him for taking away something she had worked for her entire life. Usually, if she ever had to come in contact with him, she would treat him worse then dirt.Oneshot2 years ago in Romance More Like This
But that didn't stop him from finding her presence to be a relief from reality. He would find himself staring at her from across the room, his crimson orbs opened a little wider then usual. No, she never looked back at him. Yet that never stopped him from gazing at her with a blush sprinkled across his cheeks.
After some time, a big headed boy began to notice his enemy's obvious fondness to the girl that was so intent on pretending he did not exist. At first, he found the whole situation very amusing, and began taunting the alien relentlessly about his crush, which usually ended with the human having a pain in a place th
Is My Heart Broken?I don't understandIs My Heart Broken?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why my heart beats the way it does
When I see your smiling face.
Say This Everyday"I Will Never Be Beaten.Say This Everyday5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I will Never Be Taken Alive
I Will Keep On Living
I Will Not Be Afraid
I will Survive Anything And Everything"
It's worth it being with my family laugh freely hopeIt's worth it5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
seeing friends again no more ensures no blood tests
staying at home not cold or tired no numbers
TearsThe tears you shed last night,Tears4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the tears I wiped from your eyes,
were tears of love...
What we have is so good,
we both know that although it will last,
it will be hard
when you part,
and I am left here on my own,
missing your kisses,
So we cry...
But we will fight.
Near or far
we will stay together
now that we have been together,
now that we know
how it feels to be so close...
it feels just perfect.
Nothing, no one,
no distance will keep us apart.
It will not be easy.
We will have to be patient.
until we meet again.
We are living the time of our lives,
you and me,
and it is better
than what we had expected it would be.
so very good...
That is why we cry
tears of love...
Frankenweenie Fanfiction Chapter 6Frankenweenie Fanfiction Chapter 6 (Nassor's P.O.V)Frankenweenie Fanfiction Chapter 63 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shocked, I staggered backwards till I was almost pressed up against the tomb of Colossus. Helen had been coming up closer to me, till she had stopped and started calling me her prince and how she was overjoyed that we could finally be together. She reached her hand out to me, as if she expected me to take it. Then all of the sudden she was Helen again, the same Helen who had always lived next door to me. She looked up at me.
"Nassor? Did you bring me here?" she asked me, her eyes brimming with sadness and innocence.
"No" I replied. "You walked up to me while I was here."
"That's funny" she said, a confused look on her face. "I don't remember coming here."
"You had better go home before your parents start to worry about you." I told her, my mind filled with questions and thoughts about what had happened only a few minutes earlier. I needed her to leave so I could sort them out.
"I suppose you're right." She said calmly, before walking
My Little ImperfectionsI never really loved someoneMy Little Imperfections5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
until I loved myself.
my sloppy smile
made me cry
until I decided that perfection
is just a bunch of little
So next time I look in the mirror
I can look at
my sloppy smile
and love every little bit of it.
For NowRight now I am broken.For Now5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the silence of my room,
Under the cover of darkness,
I see my flaws all too clearly.
For now, I hate myself.
I hate that I'm weak,
That I make my friends worry,
That I can't save myself without help.
In the morning, I will be happy.
I've survived the nightmares,
I'm living a new day,
And I have piano first thing.
At lunch, I will be warming up.
My friends make sure I eat,
Because they notice what's going on,
And I'm proud to call them my family.
In the afternoon, I will be excited.
I'll get to see my favorite people,
My unofficial support group,
And I'll sing my heart out.
In the evening, I will be calm.
Dinner will pass with ease as we talk,
All of us around a dinky table,
Laughter and conversation in the air.
When night rolls around, I will be hushed.
I will seclude myself again,
Already living for tomorrow,
Wishing there was a way to silence the voices.
Right now, I am broken.
But tomorrow is a new day,
And with the people I love as support,
I believe one d
Gummy bearsGummy bears3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A, B, C, D, E, F, G...
Gummy bears are chasing me
One is red, one is blue
One's trying to steal my shoe
Now I'm running for my life
'cause the red one has a knife
Wish List (2p!Canada x Reader) SFWish List (2p!Canada x Reader) SF2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A/N: Will I stop writing stuff for the holidays? NOT UNTIL LIKE FEBRUARY
I’ve had a fire burning
Since the holidays began
I hear its cold out where you’re living
But it ain’t colder than I’ve been
I’ve been an animal since you left me
I need you wrapped under my tree
My Christmas cheer is here and ready
But where are you to set it free
You had been studying abroad in England for the entire year, and your beloved boyfriend James missed you very much, since he hadn't been able to go with you. But since the year had just finished you were coming home for Christmas! James was running around to get everything ready with help from his brothers. Allan was helping him put up decorations, and Oliver was baking yummy holiday goodies (fudge and Christmas crack anyone?)
"You really want to impress her, don't you little brother?" Allan said cockily.
"Shut up. I haven't seen her in a year so of course I want stuff to be prepared." James snarled
A Brother's TearsA Brother's Tears3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sun was shining over a sunflower field which was located near a simple, white house in the country. A tall man, whose name was Ivan, was lying down on a blanket in the center of the field, which had a small patch of grass. Ivan was sleeping, his grayish blonde hair moving with the cool breeze. It felt quite lovely to him. Then a rustling sound came from inside the sunflowers. Ivan opened his eyes slightly,
"Who is there?"
A shadow appeared above him; of course it was natural instinct to look up. After he did, a teenage girl fell into his arms. "It's good to see you again, Sister." Her name was Piper, and she rarely got to see her brother since she was living with their aunt and other sister, but she really wanted to live with Ivan.
"I am so glad I was able to come here to see you again, big brother. Katyusha said you would be out here," she said with a big smile, yet Ivan gave her a concerned face. He noticed a cut on the left side of her neck. "Where did this come from?"