Frappuccino"The night was darker than usual, colder than usual and down right spooky." A calm voice dramatised in recall of a particularly 'heroic' tale. Or so he says.Frappuccino5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But the young red-head had his doubts. His unconsciously rose his eyebrows and rolled his eyes in a disbelieving fashion. The large blonde in front of him pouted and he couldn't help but sigh, yet again. "Really, Zapp... you say all these stories and none of them ever check out to be remotely true." The read-head moaned, groaning even louder at how very 'Leela' he just sounded.
Zapp's pout turned into a childish frown, "B-but...I thought you liked my stories?" He turned his big blue eyes up at Fry.
Fry couldn't help but think 'cheater' as he stared at the pathetic excuse for a man in front of him. "Ugh. Let's just go get a beer. I wonder if Benders back yet..." Fry thought aloud.
"Oh! Ah...Er...No! The robot is...er...still out...at...er that...thing. Yes. Leela told me he'd be away all day and night and maybe
Barmes"...Aaand 100! Okay!" Hermes exclaimed happily as he leapt to his feet from his stretching pose. The same huge smile was still plastered all over his face from the morning when he put on his old limbo outfit again and, though a bit snugger than before, it still fit nonetheless!Barmes6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"So this is where little Hermes has been hiding then, aye?" A deep, sensual voice mocked from behind him.
"Barbados!" Hermes yelled angrily as he span round to face the much taller, sculpted hunk. His scowl would have sent shivers down any tax payers' spine.
Barbados, however, just laughed in his face. "That is quite the face my friend... And quite the outfit too!" He laughed again, a thick smirk stealing his lips causing his deep chocolate eyes to sparkle menacingly.
"Why you...!" Hermes' blood boiled and rushed straight to his head. He balled his hands into fists and had to quickly turn his gaze away, that's when he noticed: they were completely alone. "Huh? Where is...?" He asked, mostly to himself, as his ey
Fender - Grumpy robots"Uuuggghh...." Groaned a young, hungover redhead as he pushed back his long bangs. 'I should really stop accepting Benders drinking challenges...' He thought to himself as he leant back in his chair and ruffled his hair some more.Fender - Grumpy robots6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You should really get a haircut, Fry." Stated Leela rather bluntly as she scrunched up her nose in distaste and tugged at his hair.
"Yeah, Fry... If you want I once slept with a hairdresser so I can get you in for cheaper!" Amy chirped excitedly as she flipped open her phone.
Fry looked between them both, sighed and then shrugged, "I don't know..." he started with uncertainty. "Hey, Bender..." He said slowly as he span in his chair to face his dozing, robotic best friend. "What do you think? Do you think I should get a hair cut?" He asked, pulling at his long locks with a questionable look.
Bender glared at his hair, stated a sharp "I don't care." Then stood from his chair and stormed out the room.
Fry stared after him with a rather puppy-like express
Simpsons Fanfic ProfilesLisa Marie SimpsonSimpsons Fanfic Profiles6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Occupation: Student at New Springfield High School
Parents: Homer Simpson and Marge Simpson
Siblings: Bart and Maggie
Friends: Allison, Alex, Samantha
Enemies: Sherri, Terri, Jessica
Crushes: Colin, Luke, Jesse
Hobbies: Playing saxophone, reading old novels
Lisa is just your average teenage girl. Well, an average teenage girl with an IQ of 167 and large vocabulary. Now attending high school, Lisa's gotten more popular, along with a couple of friends. Even now, she's still tormented by Sherri and Terri, but occasionally brushes it off. Becoming more like her mother, Lisa takes up some of the family duties and always tries to get them to eat vegetarian meals. Until now, her past starts haunting her and she finds her life going down the drain. But the one thing that bothers her the most: not having a boyfriend.
Bartholemew Jojo Simpson
Occupation: Student at NSHS, asst. manager of Android's Dungeon
Parents: Homer Simpson and Marge Simpson
Character Creation TutorialCharacter creation is one of the most enjoyable aspects of being an artist or writer. This is where creativity can truly thrive as a person's imagination shines at its brightest as they form an image of a character that they find special. No matter what kind of art interests a person, characters tend to bring the depth needed to hook the viewer is looking for so that they can focus on the visual or literary piece.Character Creation Tutorial7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Anyone can create at least one character if they put their mind to it. This tutorial will assist you in setting up your own character(s) that you may enjoy for as long as you wish.
Why make a character?
As previously stated, a character serves high importance in creating a memorable piece of art. Of course, this is not always the case, but that varies depending on the genre that you, the artist or writer, specialize in. Character creation is also an effective way to keep the creative juices in the brain flowing as
Nothing but troubleNothing but TroubleNothing but trouble3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"No! You're not getting anymore!"
"Dammit! I said no!"
"NO!" You shouted, holding the plate of lettuce high above your head as you shuffled onto the table away from the white blob circling it. It stopped at the chair, then hopped up and stared at you with big blue puppy dog eyes. "I said no! For the last time, you're not getting anymore tonight." You snapped, slidding off the other side and opening the fridge. You quickly shoved the platter in and slam the door, glaring at the whimpering white blob at your feet. "I'm sorry, but I can't afford to feed you so much right now." You sigh, kneeling down to pat him on the head. It's been a whole month since you had brought him home and he was already racking up quite a bill. You see, as a gift from your so-called friends, you had recieved an America Mochi, a popular type of pet.
The little white blob that had been affectionately named Alfie nuzzl
Taking Over Me Chapter 1Italy sat outside on the porch. He sighed sadly. He never liked to be alone for long. When he was alone for to long, he remembered. He remembered Holy Roman Empire. Those were the thought's plaguing him. He remembered dancing with him, teaching him how to paint...Taking Over Me Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And most of all, the day Holy Rome left him with the promise of coming back. How many years has it been? He should be back by now. He didn't want to think that Holy Rome had forgotten about him. Holy Rome wouldn't forget about him, right?
"Ciao Veneziano," he looked up at the sound of his brother's voice. He got up and smiled.
"Ciao fratello!" Italy said as he opened the front door. They walked in and Italy closed the door.
"The potato bastard not here?" Romano asked and Italy shook his head.
"No, he went somewhere with Prussia," Italy said as he sat on the couch. Romano sat beside him. They were silent for a few moments. Romano looked over at Italy, seeing the tears forming in Italy's eyes. He sighed.
"You're thinking of him
SunflowersSunflowersSunflowers3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"There. That should do it." You grinned at the vase full of sunflowers. They brightened the small bland apartment easily with their yellow petals and sweet summer scent, which caused you to smile. "Da?" You looked down at the little white blob halfway covered in a beige scarf, smiling even bigger as you picked him up. "Look at the sunflowers." You pointed to them as you placed him on the table. The mochi opened his violet eyes and stared at the brightly colored flower, happily squeaking when you pulled out the closest one. "Here." You smiled and cut off the stem just enough so that he could hold onto it, then handed it to him before he squeaked a thank you.
"You're welcome." You watched him hop down and roll over to the sliding screen door, nestling on his sunflower patterned pillow before taking a nap in the sunlight. You couldn't help it; you ran to your room and grabbed your camera to take a picture of the ever so cute sight.
AmericaxReader New Guy Ch.3AmericaxReader New Guy Ch.33 years ago in Romance More Like This
You tossed and turned in your bed. You couldn't even concentrate on your homework. 'I can't believe it! Out if all the people I could like it had to be .him!' You thought. You threw your pillow on the wall, obviously frustrated out of your mind. Groaning, you fell back onto your bed and sighed. 'Why him?' You thought.
Trying your best not to think about it your mind traveled at the argument you both had and when you snapped. 'You know you should apologize to him', the little voice in your head said. You rolled your eyes.
'It was his fault for not dropping it'
'But he was worried'
'Who cares?! When I say it's nothing it's another way of saying "I don't wanna talk about it!"'
'But can you blame him for caring?'
'Well ..I guess not bu-'
'No 'buts'! Say sorry!'
' .fine ..I can't believe I'm having an argument with a voice in my head and lose'
'You always lose but that's beside the point. Say sorry tomorrow.'
You sighed and grabbed your pillow from
The Beginning One day I saw what I couldn't see.The Beginning3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your New Nekoloid: GreeceYour New Nekoloid: Greece3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thank you for custom ordering from Neko Corp. Here is a list of instructions for caring for your new pet Nekoloid and with your new Nekoloid is a few things it might need.
Your Greece Nekoloid Comes With:
- One cat bed,
- One water dish
- One food dish
- A Japan cat toy
- 3lbs of dry cat food
- 5 cans of wet cat food
- 10 bottles of Waterless Nekoloid shampoo
- 5 (REAL) kittens
- One collar
- A Scratching post
All Nekoloids are to be kept away from water to keep them functioning and regular grooming to avoid hair balls. Due to pet over populations, Nekoloids are spayed and nurtured before being shipped to you. Nekoloids also have all their shots, and are free of fleas, worms and completely healthy.
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Warning!: Greece Nekoloids attract hoards of Cats, not Nekoloids, but real cats!
Wakening Your Nekoloid
Wakening your Greece Nekoloid is very difficult as they like to sleep almost as much as the averag
Ode to PrussiaGleaming red eyesOde to Prussia3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Shining white hair
A Prussian albino
At his best
Known as Gilbert Beilschmidt
It's easier to just call him 'Prussia'
Blind at birth
He was almost killed by Germania
Spared because of his little yellow chick
Gilbird, who became his eyes
As he grew older
He gained sight
And saw his little brother
After his brother, Ludwig, was born
Leaving Gilbert to raise Ludwig
In his teen years
From the Teutonic Knights
To the Grand Duchy of Prussia
With his friends
A Frenchman named Francis
And a Spaniard named Antonio
They formed what would be known
As the Bad Touch Trio
As he reached adulthood
His laugh of
And his cries of
Became a normal occurence
As he grew older still
He had seen his share of wars
But the defining moment
Had yet to be reached
Then came the aftermath
Of World War One
Where he had given up
The western portion of his land
Then, in World War Two
The Berlin Wall
Separated him from hi
Come Home Soon"Did you mean it?"Come Home Soon3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Did I mean what, love?"
"When you said you weren't going to die?"
A long, tense silence follows the question as Arthur looks over at his brother carefully, brows furrowing slightly as he quickly ponders where on earth the question had come from. It must be the result of his sibling's silence for the past ten minutes, assuming the younger had been thinking during that time and not merely been half-asleep, although what may have planted a seed of doubt in the child's mind currently eludes Arthur. He analyses Peter's face carefully, although his expression is rather difficult to read at present; he doesn't look sad, despite his enquiry, but he still seems void of any of the positive energy he usually radiates so much. There's a small glimmer of curiosity in his eyes, if anything, and Arthur wonders how long it will remain there, depending on his response. The answer to the question isn't something the elder Kirkland particularly wants to give, and is uncertain of himse
Till I Write a Brand New Score"'Till I Write a Brand New Score"Till I Write a Brand New Score6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
*Sung by Andrew Lloyd Webber*
*We see Andrew pace his living room
floor, reflecting on the success of
"The Phantom of the Opera"*
The show starts, the show ends,
The audience cries
In my mansion, I pace the floor
The moments creep
Yet I can't bear to sleep
'Till I write a sequel...
*We see him working at his desk/
And weeks pass, and months pass,
I try and try
Still this plot's such a bore!
*He tosses a copy of POM on the floor*
And though they hate
My ideas these days
I will write a brand new score!
*We see him get up and pace the
And sometimes at nighttime
I dream that Sarah's there
And wake holding nothing but my teddy bear
*We see him looking at his awards
and records on the wall*
And years come and years go
My shows are old
Still I ache for more and more
My greedy soul can't be satisfied
'Till I write another score!
*We see him clutching at a Phantom
record with intense passion*
And Phantom, yes, my Phantom
It's my biggest s
My ManYou know, jealous girlfriends always talk about how hard it is for them, having all these other girls have their eyes set on her boyfriend. No body ever really talks about just how hard it is for those other girls. Yeah, for some girls, they do have something to worry about because their boyfriend would cheat on them. But why you have a boy like him you have nothing worry about. Nothing. (confused)I don't know why she always acts like life is so hard for her. Well, yeah, life is hard for her, but when it comes to significant others well she doesn't have a thing to complain about. Because she won. I know I know people aren't prizes and if I was a boy talking about a boy and his girlfriend that would be sexist. (frustrated) But it's true, she won.My Man4 years ago in Drama More Like This
If you're a fan of Les Mis, or have ever seen it, ask yourself this: who do you think Marius should have ended up with? Cosette or Eponine? (pause) I'm willing to be at least 95% of you just said Eponine. I h
Karkat+Terezi 2"You're in... dangerous territory." Karkat warned Terezi as her hand explored beneath his shirt. Her arm continued pushing up the fabric as her hand stroked his chest.Karkat+Terezi 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He blushed, and she paused, sniffing the air. She pushed herself up, knocking Karkat back to her lap. Her sharp-tipped tongue flicked out and licked his cheek. He
jumped back, shocked by her saliva, now dripping down his cheek. He wiped it away with a long sleeve. Terezi snickered and pounced, again, knocking him onto his back.
She sat on his waist, making him blush again. She fingered the edge of this shirt, saying, "Life isn't fun without a little danger, Karkles." And she smoothly peeled
his shirt away, tossing it to the side and snickering as she did so. Karkat flushed a deeper red and folded his arms over his bare chest, cold in the night air. Her
hands explored his chest again.
"Terezi-" he started, but his voice cracked. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Tez, must you do that?" She paused, hands on his
A Light in the Storm Sam sat in the grass next to the path in the middle of the park. The rain came down in torrents all around her, relentlessly pounding on the soft earth, offering no peace to the people and animals who happened to be traveling in it. Living in Florida, Sam hated the rain. She preferred the sun to shine on her face and spread warmth throughout her body down to her very soul. Every time a rain cloud passed over the sky, she'd head inside. But today, she allowed herself to become soaked to the skin, her hair lying flat and matted over her face and shoulders, shivers constantly running down her spine as a sharp, cold breeze blew through the air.A Light in the Storm5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And ironically enough, she barely felt any of it.
It reflected her mood so well that it almost seemed to comfort her. She knew she ought to get inside out of the rain, but she couldn't bring hers
AmericaxReader New Guy Ch.4AmericaxReader New Guy Ch.43 years ago in Romance More Like This
Alfred trudged back home and slowly closed the door sliding to the floor sadly. He couldn't believe she'd do something like that. Alfred knew you were right. She was a heartless witch who wanted to do anything to make your life hell. And he knew if he didn't go through with what Sarah wanted she'd sure as hell succeed with that plan and he didn't want that at all.
Arthur walked into the entrance and looked at Alfred quite puzzled. "Oi. What's wrong? The comics you wanted weren't out or something?" He asked trying his best to cheer up his little brother.
Alfred merely sighed and looked away. "No. They had the books something just happened and .I don't want it to get worse.
Arthur narrowed his eyes a bit and kneeled down to his height. "Alfred. What happened?" He asked in a small concerned voice.
Alfred was about to tell him about Sarah's plan about you but then he realized that Arthur would go to confront her and then what would happen? She'd most likely find a way to ruin his
karkat comforting a sad nepetakarkat comforting a sad nepeta4 years ago in Drama More Like This
America X Reader: BeautyYou never really thought you were that pretty.America X Reader: Beauty4 years ago in Romance More Like This
You thought you were average. Not as pretty as the girls you always saw at the mall. The ones that always made fun of you. Whenever someone called you pretty, you always shook your head.
"But you are! Trust me!" I said after you shook your head at the compliment.
"No I'm not! Why does everyone think that?" you said sadly. I sighed and started to walk away. As I started, my boyfriend, Arthur walked up. "Hello Spring. Hello ______. ______, I was wondering if... well, my brother needs a date to our cousin's wedding. And-" You cut him off, "Sure. I don't mind." Arthur smiled, "Thank you. I needed to find someone for him, because he can be really obnoxious to people. He's not that bad. Alfred!" he shouted. A medium height guy walked over. He has shining blue eyes hiding behind glasses and dirty-blonde hair that contained a really bad cowlick.
"What do you want, Iggy?" he asked. You looked away as you blushed lightly. "Al, this is going to be yo
What is means to love? SeaLatThis story has some history or facts but might be minor, big, or very little. Some ideas have been used but very little but it's only because he always appears likeWhat is means to love? SeaLat4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This in a lot of stories. Hope you enjoy and on the topic, I believe in Sealand!!!!!!
For many nations, they have felt the wrath of Russia while others are or will. One dear nation has only heard of him while another is abused and used by Russia. This story takes place-
"Raivis!!" Sealand shouted as he knocked on the door. It opened a few seconds later, revealing a small, shaking, worried Latvia.
"P-peter .w-what are you doing h-here? Mr.R-Russia is b-b-bound to be ar-r-ound," Latvia stuttered, shaking at the thought of what Russia would do to Sealand if he found out that he was over and hanged out with him often.
"Oh, he doesn't scare me! I'll teach him a lesson if he shows up. He won't bother you for a while after I'm done with him!" Sealand exclaimed smiling, opening the door more to get in, normal activity for Seal