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Ace Attorney FanGirl signsSigns that you are obsessed with Ace AttorneyAce Attorney FanGirl signs5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
1) You see the word Phoenix everywhere. EVERYWHERE.
2) Your brother asks you You want to marry Edgeworth, dont you?
3) You regularly use the phrases Objection!, Hold it!, Take that! and Gotcha!
4) Ditto Ayup, Zvarri! etc.
5) You now want to become a lawyer
6) You now have the ability to pick out puns in peoples names.
7) You actually laughed while listening to Martin Luther King Jr.s I Have a Dream speech in History class, because he uses the phrase Trials and Tribulations
8) Every time you see a red two door sports car, you mutter to yourself Edgeworths car!
9) You have the voice sound clips on your iPod and giggle everytime they play between the OSTs. I mean, normal music.
10) You mishear words as Ace Attorney names, or other Ace Attorney related stuff.
11) Your parents know the names o
The day she stopped tryingShe stood in front of a clock store. When she was a kid, the constant tic tac of clocks felt comforting. She enjoyed watching clocks, be they mahogany pillars, small round ones hanging from the wall or cuckoos.The day she stopped trying2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The grey sky vomited tiny drops of water, singing a sad song when they hit the black umbrella she had in one hand; the other hand rested inside her purse, squeezing something. She wore a dark brown overcoat, a pair of boots, denim pants and a shirt. Her perfectly applied make-up masked any imperfection that could have been born in the last two years. Her eyes, small from last night's crying, nervously scanned the deserted streets.
Suddenly, he was in front of her. Messy hair, stubble, jeans and T-shirt, exactly as she remembered him, every inch as handsome as before. Hands in his pockets. He had changed absolutely nothing.
"Hi.", he said as a half smile drew itself in his face.
"Hi.", she answered, more anxious than startled.
They just stood there for a while. She kept ho
Lightspeed Rescue on the Edge of InnocenceNo, I can't find you again.Lightspeed Rescue on the Edge of Innocence1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But you see, there is
no more time to explain.
I'm in as much of a hurry as you,
and I'm as fast as I can,
if it doesn't work you'll complain.
My eyes and my mouth are dry
and I don't know why
I don't know where the finish line is.
There is something I have to find
but I don't know what.
I just go on... running blind.
Stop me and I will see you.
I'm always running blind,
throwing down anything,
there is nothing on my eyesight.
Reach me and I will hear you,
but I can't stop my desires.
"I've always been running blind", I said.
"I can see no one."
Death the Kid X Crona Chapter 1Death the Kid X Crona Chapter 1: Unsymmetrical PerfectionDeath the Kid X Crona Chapter 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
The summer had rolled into Death City, and so had a new student. Everyone noticed and introduced them selves. Maka led the new kid around, showing them the ins and outs of DWMA. It felt weird to be welcomed for Crona, who had never felt so welcomed, even if the name "New Kid" was what the students had begun referring to Crona as. But only one student had yet to meet Crona, and it would be a true crossing of stars when these two met.
"Another perfectly symmetrical day, don't you agree Liz and Patty?" Death the Kid said gleefully walking though the academy's halls.
"Yes Kid, very symmetrical." Liz sighs sarcastically while Patty skipped happily next to them.
"Yes. Perfectly a symmetrical day, with no suprises or challenges. Pure perfection."
Kid lulls happily.
"Well, haven't you heard about the new student Kid?" Patty asks. Kid stops dead in
"What? A new student?" He asks cringing.
"Whats the matter Kid?" Liz ask
Kid X Crona Chap. 3: Feelings of AnotherCHAPTER 3: FEELINGS OF ANOTHERKid X Crona Chap. 3: Feelings of Another2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"UGH." Liz groans as she sits wth her sister in the cafeteria for dinner. The table was a lot lonelier since Kid unveiled the news to his friends of his relationship with Crona, they let him go to meet with Crona during meals.
"You ok big sis?" Patty asks seeing her sister had yet to touch her food.
"Fine just, not hungry I guess " Liz says looking down at the table. "THAT IDIOT!" She yells slaming her fist on the table sending Patty back in surprise.
"Uhhhh you don't act like you're ok " Patty chuckles in fear. Liz sighs and stands.
"I'm taking a walk around campus." She grunts as she walks off.
"Oh boy ." Patty sighs.
'That idiot. Is he serious on dating a F'n Kishin? I swear Kid you ' Liz thinks to herself. She looks out over the city and remembers times with Kid. From him saving her and Patty having to live on the streets to her helping keep his head up when he had his symmetry fits. "Kid you never even asked me a
Kid X Crona CHAPTER 5: Locked AwayCHAPTER 5: Locked AwayKid X Crona CHAPTER 5: Locked Away2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"FATHER! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!!!" Kid yells, following and begging his father as Spirit leads Crona in chains down the cell tower's halls. "Crona has done nothing wrong! YOU CANT DO-" Kid yells as his father, Lord Death, turns to face Kid.
"Kid as much as you care for Crona, there is Black Blood in Crona's body. And with the fact Medusa had expeiremented to create a Kishin out of Crona, we must take special measures." Lord Death states, to Kid's anger.
"BUT FATHER-!" Kid yells, before Lord Death points for Kid to leave.
"LEAVE NOW!! I WILL NOT TOLERATE MY SON TO ACT LIKE A PUNK!" He commands. Kid looks around his father, seeing Spirit lead Crona into the cell.
"Crona " Kid mutters, being pushed away by his father.
"I know it hurts Kid but its' for the best " Lord Death says. Kid had rarely seen his fathers face, but could feel the sympathy he knew his father expressed on his face. "Now please. Go." Kid's father asks. Kid turns and walks down
ObsessionHer dark eyes darted to the open window in the reflection of her mirror for what must have been the hundredth time. Stop that, she thought to herself. If he actually wanted to spend the night with her, he would. There was no sense in worrying over it.Obsession2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But Adha couldn't help it. She worried like women do. What if she had been too forward? It was not very lady-like to suggest he come to her room then again, Altair was no gentleman. Maybe he was not off put by her suggestion, so much as it was she that had suggested it instead of him. The little boy seemed to think Altair cared for her, but children are misguided, if only every now and then. And there was the matter of if he did come in through that window. Did she look fine? Hair, powder on her face, paint on her eyes, she checked it all. She got up so she could see most of her body in the mirror. Her hands smoothed the silk as best they could.
She saw movement by the window out of the corner of her eyes. She turned slowly and must
The Forgotten Concept CharactersConcept art.The Forgotten Concept Characters2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Art that progresses designs for creating characters. However.. the first character design, isn't always the last final design. Nay. Us characters go through stages of different designs until our final form is complete. But.. what about our first form? Our second form? These are our forms that get left behind, never used in the final story and basically just for display purposes to show what we originally were.. that or we're hidden away, maybe even.. forgotten.
No-one knows what goes on behind closed doors. Perhaps we still do get drawn? But, how can we be certain? I mostly speak for characters in video game's, those you control the lives of. Their destiny in your own hands, their adventure. And what of us? We get no adventure, no. We sit back and watch as our final last design lives out what we should've lived out.. that should've of been us, not them. We were the first, why are we put on the shelf?
I'm not here to tell you my story however, nay. Not now, I'm here to tell
Gris IVThe world flashed in light and shadow, a monochrome dizziness filling the canvas of her eyes. Her fifth tequila dose burrowed its way down her throat, a shiver dancing up way up her spine in response. Fingers fiddled fiercely with black buttons on her white blouse. Behind the bar, she saw her reflection grow nuder, a speck of color visible in her eyes.Gris IV2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm either grey or out of eyeliner.", she whispered to no one in particular.
Someone answered, like someone always did. She ignored, like she usually did.
Music pulsed loud and wet around her, craddling her hips in its groove. The dance's energy never reached past her shoulders, a cold heartbeat buzzing softly in her ears. She caressed the wall behind her with an elbow, comforting herself in its roughness and the pain she thought she longer for, drawing a droplet of scarlet from the inside. The warmth of people around her flooded her shape, the black and white crowd suddenly very real as the red red pain anchored her conscience. She anx
Love Letters ONE SHOTTikira stood at Sheridan's door, of which towered above her due to her small size. It was Valentines Day and Sheridan had been in her room for a few hours now. What was she doing in there? Was she hiding something?Love Letters ONE SHOT7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
She pouted and crossed her arms at the door. Being the paranoid, nosy person she was; just the mere THOUGHT of Sheridan hiding something from her was irritating, especially knowing that Sheridan was one of the most honest people she knew.
After a moment, she softened her expression back to neutral and uncrossed her arms, resting them at her sides as her eyes shifted up towards the doorknob...
Moments later she was reaching desperately for the doorknob, her two paws scrambling for it as she hopped and jumped to try to gain altitude. She struggled with this for a good thirty seconds before plopping her rear down onto the floor, sighing, and then glaring at the door in frustration.
God it sucked to be only a little over two feet tall sometimes...
But then a realization hit her
The Blue HoodieShe was the most beautiful girl in school. One day, I found a note in my blue hoodie's pocket with her name, her phone number and even a kiss. That was more than I expected.The Blue Hoodie1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I left school in a hurry, almost got ran over, my heart beating as fast as punk rock drums. As soon as I got home, I howled from the door: "Dad, hang up the phone, I need to make a call!".
However, we didn't manage to go out on that date. Family issues stood their ground between me, her and the romantic comedy in the theaters. It was the first time I ever watched a flick alone. Loneliness was an empty seat by my side.
Years later, after discovering through trial and error that six packs and cigarettes don't mend a broken heart, I met her again at a fast-food restaurant. She was at the other side of the counter. She smiled at me, the sort of mechanic smile you get from behind counters. I was petrified. Words raced through my head, but my lips just froze. I ended up just asking for a triple cheeseburger. Our sights c
The WindowWinter - the most chilling season of the year, but makes up for its bitter nature with a transparent and luminescent sense of serenity. Whenever I peek through my living room window to observe the arctic conditions that the nightfall of winter has to offer, I can see fragments of something in particular forming a pile right before me. Recollecting and putting the pieces together like a jigsaw puzzle, an image is assembled - a middle aged woman holding the hand of a young boy through a field of frost. They follow underneath a street light, its illumination guiding them as well as helping them perceive the numerous flakes of snow that coat them and fall before their path. Being just the two of them in a prolonged stroll between all that is illuminating and dim, an indescribable sense of tranquility slowly overwhelms the woman and child after growing accustomed to the bitter atmosphere of winter's night. Ever know the sensation of when treading through several streets of snow in the middlThe Window11 months ago in Emotional More Like This
GunfireIt allGunfire1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
comes down to this.
Destroying others will
I Wish You Were Mine KidxChrona prt 1I Wish You Were Mine. Pt 1I Wish You Were Mine KidxChrona prt 12 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Quick Message: This is NOT yaoi. Sorry yaoi fans.
Kid's Journal writing
:I always walk home from shibusen,not to hard. Just walking,and having two 'guns' around helps.Today I noticed a new girl at shibusen,I didnt talk to her though,or even see her face,but it doesnt matter,-: kid dropped his book in shock,it started pouring down rain,hard. It was very dark,and Liz and Patty shreeked,"Its ok,lets just go home." "Right," said both the girls.he picked up his book,but then heard something...he heard tapping feet,as he turned around he saw a girl,he could tell beacause her clothes were tight,"Hey there,are you ok?" kid said through the pouring rain,the girl stumbled a bit,then spok."O-Oh yes,just trying to get out of the rain...." "Come with us,we have shelter!" Said patty "O-Ok...." the scrony girl ran over to them,as a big crack of thunder knocked down a pole,they all jumped and ran.
Be true to yourself! Fight for your life!Be true to yourself, and always and fight for your light!Be true to yourself! Fight for your life!9 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I decided to take time from my book writing and drawing to address a problem that has existed for centuries. This problem has been rearing its ugly head in excess lately on every one of my social media sites, and the anger and heartache I feel inside can longer be restrained.
I reach out to the youth of the world with my heart. I feel your pain, because I have lived it myself. There is nothing we can do to stop bullies, or to stop people from being who they are. Bullies are people who feel inadequate about something in their lives; the only way for them to be happy is to make someone else miserable. It is what they have learned. Don’t blame them, or hate them, they are suffering too. It is sad that they direct their pain onto you instead of dealing with it, but you are young, how are you supposed to know what to do?
Don’t bottle things up
sasusaku chap 1Sasusaku chap 1sasusaku chap 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
The moon hung high overhead as the first signs of nightfall arrived. The gentle, cool night air blew his hood off as he walked alone. The sound of crickets chirping in the background went unheard as the young Uchiha used all of his senses to keep track of his team and anyone around him. His sharingan activated, he scanned the empty streets.
This is the spot. He thought to himself, coming to a stop in the middle of the village. He should be here
As if his thoughts were read, a young woman came stumbling out of an alleyway, bowing deeply before him. E excuse my tardiness, Uchiha-sama my m master has been awaiting your arrival. She said quietly, her long, midnight black hair billowing around her face and shoulders.
He frowned as her long tresses revealed her torso. She was bruised, and red spots adorned her neck. Her clothes looked like they had been ripped off of her many times,
Mr. Tall, Dark, and HandsomeMr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome3 years ago in Humor More Like This
A/N: In Episode 2, Reese went to the software design company where Finch (known as Harold) was working as his cover. One of his female coworkers seemed very curious about Reese. This story is from her POV.
I'd never really spoken to Harold. He was a quiet, mousy man with a pronounced limp who came in quietly to do his work, ate his lunch in the breakroom without joining in the conversation unless it was necessary, and left just as quietly after he'd put in his hours. He usually came in at the same time every day, but as a programmer he had flex hours and would sometimes come in an hour or two later. He took a lot of personal days, too, but someone had once suggested that he probably had to go to physical therapy, which seemed reasonable enough. I've worked at IFT for seven years, five as the office manager for our division, and he'd been a fixture for as long as anybody could remember. Frankly, I'd never really thought much about him. Computer geeks aren't my type, and Harold pract
Leave The Keys Before You Leave (I Won't Miss You)Something inside my heart begins to fade.Leave The Keys Before You Leave (I Won't Miss You)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
So please let's just call a spade a spade.
Did any of my words cross your blockade?
Your shelf had no more place for me.
Don't think it ever had, thought I'd never flee.
I was here all along, how could you not see?
I did, I saw, I still remember.
Baby, I left your shelf well before September.
The door was open, how could you not enter?
You have no idea what I had in store,
I bled my heart out - how could you ignore?
We used to be tight but now you're too hardcore.
Kid x Crona: If I Fell For YouIf I fell for you, would you catch me?Kid x Crona: If I Fell For You2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warning: This isn't supposed to have any happy endings. So for those of you who don't like unhappy endings read at your own risk.
Crona sat on the floor of her cell, back towards the door, and chin on top of her knees. The tears wanted to flow but she kept on fighting them. She didn't want to cry because it wasn't worth it.
She had the choice of not following her mother and yet she did because of her naivety. She knows that she shouldn't regret anything that she did because she held responsibility of it.
She sighed for the umpteenth time, holding her knees closer to her body.
He still wasn't coming out.
Oh, how Crona wanted company at that moment. She could feel herself breaking and it hurt so much. Nevertheless, Crona tried again.
"Ragnarok?" she whispered "Are you there?"
"Please? Are you there?" she croaked, the tears finally came and it didn't stop.
As sitting became such a pain, Crona brought herself to stand u
Rehab for Roleplayers - Part 5Welcome to Rehab for Roleplayers, a series of articles aimed at helping roleplayers more successfully make the transition into writing fiction.Rehab for Roleplayers - Part 54 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Part 5 - Level 99 Druid Saves the Day (and Mary Sue, too)
Our old friend Level 9 Druid has been a really fun character, so his player has decided to feature him in a novel. Good for him! However, Druid's Player has never quite understood that other people don't much like his character, and for very good reason: Level 9 Druid never, ever loses.
He's handsome, of course. Extremely handsome (even with that strategically-placed and charmingly rogueish facial scar) oh, and smart, and brave and of course magical and battle-proficient. Why, Level 9 Druid has mastered sixty-five crafts, all fields of magic and weaponry, and could show MacGyver a thing or two when it comes to warding off dragons with a hairpin and some chewing-gum. Needless to say, he's a hit with the ladies (especially those hot NPC barmaids, yo) and nothing
Lost ThunderThe sky flashed white for a second but only silence followed. With a sigh, the weary man sat on his cloud.Lost Thunder2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As he aged, his sight grew dimmer. Red and green were usually alive with light and power but now seemed only plain; undead colors painted from the same dead pigments as everything else in the world.
As he grew, his dreams become increasingly rare. Life was tough enough, with bills and taxes and jobs and tests. There was no time left for watching the sunset, for riding dragons in a thunderstorm, for wielding the essence lightning itself as a blade, for jumping from cloud to cloud keeping a wild smile in his face.
As time went by, his friends began to fade away. They too had bills and taxes and jobs and tests. They moved away and even those that were still around had better things to do than chasing lightning bolts in the clear blue sky.
He saw the world was a plain, dreadful painting. He did not dream. He had few friends and rarely saw them.
Was his thunder stolen or had he hid it
The Lonely One Chapter 3 Crona Fan FicThe Lonely One Chapter 3The Lonely One Chapter 3 Crona Fan Fic2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Crona was falling through the air, getting closer to the ground with every second. Kid stared as she fell. He suddenly snapped and realized he was doing nothing. He quikly started to fly down, trying to keep up with the screaming Crona.
She was a few feet from the ground when Kid flew under her and caught her. She hit his arms hard, but Kid was strong for his size, so he caught her easily. He caught her like a princess, her back resting on one arm and her legs on the other. Kid slowly hovered down and touched back down lightly.
Kid lowered Crona carefully to the ground. She then sank to her knees and started to cry again. "I-I'm sorry!" Kid hung his head, ready to be hit or something. Instead, Crona flung her arms around him and cried more. Kid looked suprised. He blushed and hugged Crona back.
"No, it's my fault, I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." Crona weeped. "No, it's fine really. I was just
Boat (Kid X Crona)I guess I can safely say, we definitely did not have a love at first sight relationship. I mean, it's kinda hard to fall in love with someone when you're supposed to kill them.Boat (Kid X Crona)2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Of course, when you tell your children how you met you met their mother, you tend to leave things like that out...
When I told them, I smiled, and simply said, “we met on a boat.” My kid's liked this answer. Their eyes lit up and my daughter fondly said, “how romantic!”
It wasn't until they were ten that I gave them any details.
“I met your mother on a boat, I was actually on a mission to kill whatever had terrorized the nearby town.”
“Was Mom helping you?”
“N-no... Not exactly...” And with that I told them it was bedtime.
When they were thirteen, and about to enroll in the school, I decided to sit them down and finish the story.
“Now, both of you know we met on a boat, correct?”
I received two yes sir's.
“And you both know I was on a
The Lonely One Chapter 4 Crona Fan FicThe Lonely One Chapter 4The Lonely One Chapter 4 Crona Fan Fic2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Crona was sitting cross legged on the floor in Maka's room. Maka was pacing back and forth. "So your telling me you were with Kid yesterday?" Maka asked Crona. She nodded. "Why didn't you tell me? I was worried sick when I couldn't find you!" Maka yelled. "S-sorry." Crona frowned.
Maka sighed and dropped onto the ground. "No, it's just me. Sorry for yelling at you." Maka put her hand on her own forehead, as if calming herself down.
After Kid had said those words, they didn't speak for the rest of that day. They had both just carefully gotten back on the skate board and Kid had dropped Crona off at Maka's house. Too tired and shocked to explain where she had been, Crona had dropped into her bed and slept. The next moring Maka had questioned her.
"And what happened, may I ask?" Maka looked up. Crona blushed and looked to the side uncomfortably. "Well, um, he wanted me