Big, Fat, and Bothersome
The leaders of planet Irk stood over a small figure, their eyes twitching with revulsion. Tallest Red, the (somewhat) saner of the two, hovered around the figure, his feet too divine to touch the filth ridden ground below him.
"Well Skoodge, since we can't get rid of you...I mean, find a mission good enough for you, I have to ask, what...do...you...want?!"
The small, chubby figure looked up at his leaders, wiping some crumbs off his stained uniform. He licked the chocolate substitute off his fingers and straightened up, saluting. "sir, I want whatever you can give me! I feel I'm ready for another mission!"
Tallest Purple watched Skoodge oddly, as he unwrapped another candy bar, "Hey, Skoodge? Can I have a piece of that?"
Skoodge frowned and broke off a piece and handed it up to his leader, a rather difficult task for someone who only reached his leaders' feet. Purple grinned and bent down low, grabbing the snack and popping it into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. Finally, he spoke, re
ZaDr Girlfriend Invader Zim. Girlfriend.More Like This
Dib sat in the skool cafeteria, thinking about Gretchen. Sure, she was admittedly creepy, and unpopular, but she was nice. In an obsessive, disturbing kind of way. Dib sighed and put his head on the table. Yesterday, in front of the entire class, she had confessed her love to him, and then asked Dib to go out with her. Dib, to embarrassed to respond wisely, had said sure. He might as well have signed his death sentence. Zim had looked really...weird after. No doubt the alien was now planning on using her as a hostage against Dib now. Or something like that. Zim hadnt even bothered threatening him when skool got out yesterday. And now, strangely, Dib felt sort of gypped. Trading insults with the green extraterrestri
Book of Irk: Chapter 2Irken CitiesMore Like This
The best way to understand the cities social structures is to look at it literally. As Ive said the lowest of the low is literally at the bottom but lets start deeper.
Far far beneath Irk, in the darkest of caverns where artificial sculpting and hollowing out is very rare are the darkest and most mysterious of the irken people. They do the jobs no-one thinks about. They live treacherously close to the underground waters, testing their contents and purity to make sure Irks waters are healthy and untainted. They watch the cavern walls to make sure they hold strong and that the city miles and miles above them is not sinking away. Theyre policed like every angle of society but really there is little need. There is so little and the world is so dark and so strange where they live that crime really never even crosses their minds. Sometimes, like everywhere, there would be a strange accident concerning the dark waters of the caverns and
Book of Irk: Chapter 1Irk:More Like This
Irk has no falling rain. This means that there cant be any flowing water like rivers and streams as they wouldnt be replenished by rain. This also means that there cant be any oceans for the water to flow to. As a result Irks water supply is in the form of numerous lakes. Sometimes these lakes can be of almost Sea size. As for depth, almost all the lakes are connected to deep underground caves and caverns that connects most lakes in a region together. These caves and caverns are usually very deep underground and pose no threat to buildings built over them. That is to say there is no threat of the building sinking into the ground unless they truly built where the caverns are close to the surface. This usually only happens near the lakes themselves. Because of these caverns Irk may appear to consist of mostly land but with 90% of its water underground Irk has almost the same percentage of water as Earth does if not just a little less. I
The PointA/N: This is dedicated to Novus Order Seclorum - who challenged me to write in first person and who has a soft spot for Donnie and April angst stories.More Like This
Summary: Donatello reaches a breaking point and Michelangelo is there to offer an answer to a question posed in a moment of desperation and despair. Set some years after the 2k12 show. My first attempt at first person. I hope you enjoy it.
Rated K+ for subject matter - Angst/Family
I crept up, making sure my footfalls ringing along the metal track reached my brother, determined not to surprise him. He'd been so violent lately. Unexpectedly lashing out at all of us out of the blue and for random things, releasing his anger, pouring it out like an erupting volcano, where before he would keep it to himself. Like the still waters of a deep lake, he always appeared calm and serene, never letting on the storm of feelings that lashed throughout the inner workings of his mind. Bottled up an
Bad Habit: Raphael EditionHe was doing it again...More Like This
Splinter sighed as he looked at his second oldest son.
A now eight year old Raphael sat in front of a wall, where he had painted several faces, some smiling, some frowning, and some...he had no idea. But they looked almost...crossed.
"...and he never asked me how I felt!" Raphael whined, "It's always my fault!"
It broke Splinter's heart.
He was actually afraid that Raphael has Schizophrenia. And his imaginary friends, whom he gave life to in every day objects, including sewer walls, would one day lead him into insanity.
He worried for the child.
Worried that this habit would grow out of control.
But Raphael never spoke to him or his brothers, nor would he speak, when asked what was wrong.
Splinter stroked his beard as he continued to watch Raphael. The young turtle was yelling at the wall.
He needed to act quickly.
Splinter snapped his fingers silently and made his way out of the lair.
He walked down the sewers to the latest man hole, pushed it open, a
TMNT: Ice Cream...Kittens???Meow…More Like This
“MIKEY! WILL YOU SHUT THAT STUPID CAT OF YOURS UP!?”
Three hours, three straight hours this had gone on. Ice Cream Kitty, Michelangelo’s mutant Ice cream cat, had been meowing nonstop for whatever reason. It started on during morning training, as if something was wrong. Of course being the loving pet owner that he was Mikey went to check up on his frozen feline to make sure she was okay. At first, she seemed okay, but that changed when Mikey went to close the freezer door. Since then Ice Cream Kitty had been meowing nonstop. It was starting to aggravate the rest of the family; Leonardo couldn’t focus on his katas, Master Splinter couldn’t meditate, Donatello couldn’t concentrate on his work, and Raphael couldn
TMNT - Retro-Mutagen Anxiety Mikey stood in front of Master Splinter’s shrine, staring at the photograph of his father when he was human with his deceased wife, Tang Shen, and infant daughter, Miwa. Mikey frowned and stretching up on tiptoe, gently brushed his first finger across the glass. His frown deepened and he took the picture off the shelf. Quietly, he crept towards the tree that grew in their dojo. He leaned his carapace against the trunk and studied the image of his father in the moonlight that filtered in from the grates above.More Like This
Before Donnie offered to return Master Splinter to human form with the retro-mutagen he’d created, Mikey had never paid close attention to what their father looked like before the mutation. Despite the happy face he’d put on when hearing the news, he couldn’t deny that the information shocked him and left him feeling uneasy. As a result, Mikey now found himself in the dojo in the middle of the night, ste
ClawsDib had grown accustomed to certain things over time. So he was used to now sleeping on the floor of his room while having Zim around. The Irken seemed to find Dibs home rather pleasant after being demoted from Invader. Dib had decided to let him stay. He felt it was his chance to learn a bit about the alien, even though he wasnt really a threat anymore. A camaraderie formed between Irken and human over the course of a few weeks. Now, Dib was adapted to having the Irken around so often that he didnt know what it would be like if Zim ever decided to leave.More Like This
As he awoke, Dib sat up and stretched, looking over at the used to be his bed and the figure sleeping soundly in it. Zim was usually the first one awake, albeit always a little too early for Dibs liking. But lately the alien was suffering the Irken equivalent of a head cold and he had not been functioning at maximum efficiency.
Dib let the sleeping Irken be and got up, quickly throwing on some suita
Liar - ficletZims thermal control system wasnt working.More Like This
Everything was swimming and shifting in his vision, his antennae twitched in confusion as the floor spiraled but no chance in physical balance occurred. On the dingy wall next to him he could see flashes of blue light.
Blue light. Blue light. It meant something was wrong with his regulated temperature. He was shaking, his claws were involuntarily curling inwards ― this is what cold felt like. This is what no control felt like. Interspersed with the blue light was red.
Blue light. Red light. Blue light. Red light. Interchanging along the wall. Blue meant temperature core, red meant. Red, it meant
Tallest, Zim gasped. Though he wasnt sure if he did, and he was trying to remember what the red light meant as the floor shook and trembled almost as hard as he was. What was he drugged with, whatd happened. Where were his gloves. Because he could feel the rough frigidity of the floor when he pressed his palm down, t
HauntedHauntedMore Like This
Don't own them – damn it. Still poor.
Entry for the Saiyan Secrets Halloween Ghost Lover challenge
Warnings…urm… Death. Lots of death.
I watch as he goes through his ritual again, capturing and killing a mated pair.
The Call of Memory rites aren't supposed to mean the destruction of another pair, but so few survive the death of their mate it isn't known what they are capable of.
Our separation has… broken… him. The spark that lit his eyes, the pleasure he found in life, even in servitude, is gone. His eyes are sharp and black now, filled with bitter anger and hatred. There is no joy in his life now – even death brings no satisfaction.
I reach out to touch him, but my hands pass through him, making me ache for him in his loneliness. He shouldn't be alone – he should never be alone. I call out to him and plead with him to stop tormenting himself this way – but he can't hear me. He needs to forget me or join me – but this
A PrincessVegeta hoped it would be a girl.More Like This
He watched as his woman got slowly bigger and bigger. She would stare at herself in the mirror at night, naked, frowning at her appearance. She would tilt her head to the side, lips puckered out slightly, brow furrowed. "I hope it's just as easy to lose now as it was with Trunks…"
Vegeta bit back a growl; he didn't know what it was about her like that that made him so possessive.
She kept asking him to feel the baby. Trunks would have his face flush against his mother's stomach, eyes wide and a ridiculous smile across his face. He would watch from a distance as family and friends ooh and aahed over her, all pressing their hands to her stomach.
When she asked, he just crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. But the smile she gave him made him think she knew the real reason.
That he felt the small warriors kicks when they slept.
"What do you want to name him?" Bulma asked one morning. Her hair was long again-she said something about good hair
The Director's Last DanceThe Director sat in his chair, in the dimly lit room, the glow of the screen flickered onto the recently disgraced man.His only daughter and the last remaining copy of his own mind left the room only a few moments before, leaving the pistol that he requested, his only counterpart was the security A.I. that ran the facility who was at that moment shutting down all of the systems in the facility before removing herself from the Project Freelancer database.More Like This
“Was the project a success?” asked F.I.L.S.S. “Did you find what you were looking for?”
“No, no I did not,” said The Director as his head dipped further toward the ground “but I believe I might have come very close. I wish, I wish I knew.”
“I see.” F.I.L.S.S. replied seeming quite concerned
The director picked up the pistol from the desk in front of him and raised it under his chin “Perhaps the next time around.”
“It has been an honour sir.” F.I.L.S.S.
Girl Brought Down World CH1-5Chapter One: NeighborsMore Like This
Hello, my name is Kid. Im just a cute girl; at least, thats what everyone tells me. I dont have many friends in the city I live in. My parents moved here because Dad got a new job. I mean, its only been two hours and Im already lonely.
Kid, come down! Its time for dinner! called Mimi, Kids mom, from down the stairs.
School doesnt start until August so until then, I guess Im going to be sad, huh? Oh well, at least sis is around to keep me company, Kid writes in her diary, Coming!
Whats this? asked Kid.
Its some frozen lasagna that Dad brought home from work, Mimi replied.
Whats in it?
Stuff thatll kill you like soya lecithin, cracked Vivian, Kids older sister.
I dont want to die!
Relax, Kid. Vivian, apologize, demanded Miles, the father.
Fine. Dont worry, Ki
Dragon borns part oneWarning: This fic is pretty random,contains unpopular ships and has a Mime that is a shipper.More Like This
Note: Everyone here is a little older,Haley and Omi are about 14 and this is random....enjoy?
It was almost dark at the Canal Street Electronics in New York city,and a young dragon girl was not pleased.
'Do I really need bodyguards Fu Dog!?' The young dragon girl asked as she waved her hands around in frustration. 'Well,considering the fact that a 2000 plus year old dragon eater wanting to eat you,who so happens to have an army of jungle cats and is a skilled martial arts master,I say your better of having some Haley' The winkled dog said as he played poker with a small green dragon.'I beat ya again Fu dog!' The dragon said as he showed his hand of cards with a cocky grin on his face,Fu dog crossed his paws as he took a pout 'your gotta be cheating at this Dojo!' Dojo giggled at the comment. 'I had it under control Fu Dog!' Haley looked at
Splendorman X Reader- Super SecretsSplendorman X Reader- Super SecretsMore Like This
This is told in Splendor's Pov n stuff
I stood in front of one of my best friend's home, a picnic basket in one hand and a flower in the other. We were going on a picnic today in one of the few meadows in my brother's woods. And I couldn't think of anyone better to go with me than _______, we had a lot of laughs and fun together. I knocked that generic knock on her door. It took her a few seconds to get to the door, a bright smile on her face and a strange box in her arm.
"Hello _______ fine day for a picnic isn't it?" I smiled, that box irked my interest to no extent.
"Hi Splendor and yeah it is, just let me but away me secret box and we can leave" she took it in both hands an tilted it towards me. A secret box? Since when did she have secrets.
"I didn't know you had a secret box" I began to lift the lid to see what her secret would be. She snapped it shut and turned abruptly away from me
Starlight (How I would write Twilight) Chapter 4Chapter 4More Like This
The next morning, I woke up drenched in sweat and feeling extremely sick. It only took my dad one glance to tell that going to school would not be a good idea for me today. Even getting out of bed wouldn’t be a good idea for me today.
He called the town doctor to come take a look at me, and by the time he walked back through my bedroom door, his expression was grave. My dad nodded and thanked him before getting up and going to work. I secretly wondered how long it would be before Officer Dixon’s mangled body would be discovered in the woods. “If you need anything, just call me on my cell phone and I’ll have Gary or someone take you something to eat for dinner. Don’t party too hard while I’m gone,” my dad had said with a wink. I had only nodded meekly before closing my eyes and falling back into a dreamless sleep.
Once the house was completely empty, I weakly lifted up my arms and pulled
Starlight (How I would write Twilight) Chapter 3Chapter 3More Like This
It was cold and somewhat dark out, but I didn’t care. Being outside was just too nice of an opportunity to pass up, especially now that it wasn’t raining. I loved the smell of forests; the dank, mossy smell of old trees that were covered in fungi, and the raindrop-splattered ferns that grew underfoot. I breathed in deep, trying to suck the fresh air into my lungs. Maybe moving out here wouldn’t be so bad after all. If I could spend enough time away from my dad and his stupid football obsession, then it would definitely be worth it. Although I didn’t really believe that being in this sort of environment would add years to my diminishing life, there was still the slight possibility that it would slow my illness down. What would it really matter in the end, though? I would die, regardless. Everyone dies, true, but dying as a fourteen-year-old would really suck. That was my biggest problem with death. Why did it have to come for me so early?
Starlight (How I would write Twilight) Chapter 2StarlightMore Like This
If there was one thing I really wasn’t looking forward to doing, it was going to school. I could hardly sleep, just thinking about it. A new, unfamiliar place full of new, unfamiliar people, and making friends was just something that, like many other aspects of my life, didn’t come easy to me. High school always had its cliques, and unless my new school had an “antisocial book nerd who also happens to be dying of leukemia” club, there was no way that I’d fit in well. Heck, it didn’t matter where I went, I just didn’t belong anywhere.
My dad and I ate breakfast in silence. He still wasn’t happy that I walked out on him and his guests. Apparently, Gary was very disappointed that I didn’t go play football with him. Of course, I couldn’t really care less what Mr. Perfect Football Star wanted, but there was no way I could tell that to my dad. By the way he was glaring at me, I assumed
Starlight (How I would write Twilight) Chapter 1Chapter 1More Like This
Even though the windows of the car were rolled down, with air whooshing straight through the vehicle, I could tell that my mother was crying as we made our way to the airport. It was a warm spring day in San Francisco, not one that was usually set for good byes. If life were a movie, the director would’ve inevitably chosen a downpour for this scene.
As we neared the airport, I slipped a sweater over my t-shirt, the one that I had gotten from the Green Day concert a couple of years ago, yet still hadn’t outgrown, and zipped it up as far as it would go. It would be a lot colder where I was headed.
Out in the middle of nowhere, someone had established a dingy little town called Spoons, so called for the strip of forests that had grown around the area in the shape of that particular piece of cutlery. Personally, I thought that it was the stupidest name for a town in the history of the world, but I tended to keep that to myself
[AKIRA] Enough is enough Yuki wasn't always cold... or even violent. Yes, she was once the most peaceful girl in that orphanage and she had always that sweet glow in her eyes. Nobody, except Kaneda and a bunch of other kids (God knows where they are now), knew how she became this girl with a caged vicious personality.More Like This
It all happened when they were kids... in that orphanage...
Yuki always played with the boys, never with the girls. Football, trading cards and other kind of games only boys play. At the time, Yuki had very long hair and used skirts only sometimes. Even though she had this delicate, fragile and girly look, the boys didn't mind having her tagging along in their games. Heck, they even liked her, how she wasn't such a winey crybaby or her voice wasn't as squeaky and annoying as the other girls'. And of course, Kaneda was happy to see his sister happy.
Even though they all looked great, a group of girls, on the other hand, weren't that happy. They were starting to despi
Akira - One WordHe does not like to admit it, but it’s true. Just months later, Tetsuo no longer needs fear.More Like This
It was survival to first forge his vital instincts. The urge to end the day without bloodstains on his rags — it was the wings on his feet and the frantic breath, the blaze shooting through his muscles.
For years, he never made it; he was crashed against the dead ends of alleys, as his skin painfully turned to black. The humiliation grew, steady, with each time his nose was broken. The one solution he had left was crying – he was the little creep, the one out of any gang, alone and defenseless.
But one shouted name is all it takes, when he is not enough for himself. He calls one name, and the whole gang rushes to him – it is their signal to run and to crush bones, to chase the bastards, if necessary, to the end of Neo Tokyo.
As they lie on the ground, so young and so lost already, his bullies now bend to forward the message. Kaneda’s fury does not spare anyo
Enjoying a morning ~Prussia X Reader Drabble~Enjoying a morning ~Prussia X Reader DrabbleMore Like This
Oh God... I should really cover those windows before I go to sleep. Even if it's winter, It's still bright as fuck! And since when did my pillow started gaining weight? It's so damn heavy all of the sudden. And..... since when did it grow hair... and.... abs... hot damn . Oh yes... I remember. Since yesterday. When this 'pillow' offered me the best day of my life. I should open my eyes to see 'it' better. Ah yes. My gorgeous albino pillow. My pillow has the silkiest hair ever. And it smells so nice.Like the softest perfume. He's sleeping so peacefully. Lips slightly parted, petal-like eyelids closed. Shirtless. Arms hugging my torso lovingly. All I want is to hug him even harder and to bury my face in his soft pale neck. Now I remember how I have gained such a wonderful pillow. A snowstorm hit and we stopped at his place. We were so tired we fell asleep as fast as we lied in bed. He hugs me closer to him. I hop
Chubby!GermanyXReader-Happy birthday!It was (name)'s birthday. She was excited, but her German boyfriend, Ludwig, was even more nervous. He was going to ask her to marry him. Ludwig was an odd man. He was foreign, which already made him have a social disadvantage with the Americans. He was also very quiet and shy. (Name) loved that about him though. Finally, the thing that made him the most insecure was his weight. He weighed a good 345 pounds. He wasn't always like this. When he moved to America 7 years ago, he was thin and trim. Now, with the endless supply of good food, especially sweets, he had ballooned to his current weight of 354 pounds. Most of it accumulated when he met his (name) in his sophomore year of college. He loved her more than anything and wanted her to be his forever.More Like This
Ludwig was "running" on the treadmill trying to trim back down to his thin self. It was hard to lose weight because of all of the food that he could ever have was accessible to him. One time he had to literally leave the room
Lyrics: Nightmare NightPony-fied Edition of "This is Halloween"More Like This
In the Style of Tim Burton's "Nightmare Before Christmas"
Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems.
In a place perhaps you've seen in your dreams.
For the story you are about to be told,
Took place in the magical kingdoms of old.
Now you've probably wondered where nightmares come from.
If you haven't, I'd say "It's time you begun."
Colts and fillies of every age.
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come behold a ghastly sight.
This, our town, on Nightmare Night.
[Cutie Mark Crusaders]
This is Nightmare Night. It is such a fright.
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night.
This is Nightmare Night, everyone turn out the light.
[Golden Harvest & Berry Punch]
Trick or treat,
Till the neighbors gonna die of fright.
It's our town, everypony scream.
Nightmare Night is on the scene.
I am the one hiding under your bed.
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowin
Chubby!PrussiaXReader-PrussianPudginess Gilbert Belischmidt was an odd ball. He proclaimed that he was the "most awesome" in the land that was formally Prussia. He was a womanizer, until he met his now girlfriend (name). Before he met (name) three years ago, he was thin and muscular. Now, he looked far from that. He was now a pudgy thing; weighing in at 340 or more pounds. (Name) had been responsible for this big belly. She was a chef and Gilbert loved her cooking.More Like This
Amazingly, for being as big as he was, he was still super confident in his body; a quality that (name) absolutely adored. He laid on the hammock outside. It swayed back and forth in the summer breeze. It was easy to see that he was asleep on it. Gilbert was shirtless while he was outside. His hand scratched his belly as he slept.
Eating Contest- Prussia EndingArthur was tired of everyone saying that his food was terrible. He just wanted someone to like it...or at least someone to hate Francis'. So he came up with a plan. There was an eating contest coming up soon and the final competitors were from Greece, Italy, and East Germany.More Like This
Arthur stood behind a dark curtain his wand was out and the food would be coming out shortly for the final round. The three males had been plumping up nicely after a dose of his magic. He wanted to make them suffer of being too fat to move with their own fat.
He cast his spell and ran and hid to watch his magic. Feliciano, Hercules, and Gilbert came on stage and sat at the table.
The item they had to eat: crepes
They sat side by side at the table. The crepes were presented to them and they all were hungry gentlemen
Gilbert and his competitors walked on the stage. He was determined to win. He loved the best and was nicknamed the "Awesome". He sat in his position and when chubby chasing (name) came on the stage and
Filled Out Love (Chubby!Russia x Reader) (2)Now, coming from Russia, Ivan was not used to the extreme heat, well to him, from (y/c). Even though sweat would pour off of him in buckets, he always wore his long coat, ignoring the weird stares he received.More Like This
Why did he wear the coat?
Well, the answer was simple, he was fat.
Everywhere he looked around him, were skinny, well-built people, seemingly mocking him with their perfect figures, and with occasional insults. He hated his fat body, from his large thighs, to his overly chubby cheeks, and living in (y/c) made him feel even more self-conscious.
But there was one thing, or rather person, he loved, and she never failed to make him feel better.
That person was ____ ____, the first person to speak to him, quickly becoming his best friend.
She was never afraid of him, even when his younger sister tried to kill her, merely backhanding the Belorussian, smiling sweetly. She never failed to make him smile, and was always there to protect him from harmful insults, even getting suspended onc
PrussiaXReader 7 Minutes in Heaven PrussiaXReader 7 Minutes in HeavenMore Like This
There was a loud thumping at your door and you woke with a start.
"Who the Hell is it?" You yell, checking you cell phone for the time. It was midnight exactly. There was a silence on the other side of your one room apartment door as you stared at it from your bed/couch.
"H-hello?" You whispered, frightened. Then one more loud bang. You flinched as the door caved in and three men burst into your room. You started to scream and run but it was too late. One had grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder. You started to beat on his back until you heard a familiar voice.
"Mon cher, please stop hitting me. You're much stronger than you look." A french accent says and you blink.
"Oui, as well as Gilbert and Toni!"
"Kesesesese~," Gilbert giggled from behind you. "_____, did we wake you or were you getting dressed?" He asked sweetly. You blushed and remembered that all you had on was a tank top and your frilly panties.
Prussia x Reader - You're Awesome"Kesesesese, I'm so awesome!" Gilbert laughed as he watched the stone he just threw hit some unsuspecting person at a far distance. The silver-haired man clutched his stomach as he started laughing much more hysterically when his target looked around confused, wondering where the hell that rock came from.More Like This
"Ahhh, that was awesome," Gilbert commented once he had calmed down.
You were sitting under the shade of a huge tree, reading a book. You sighed and flipped the page while dryly replying to the man standing beside you, "Yes it was."
Gilbert glanced down at you with a disapproving look at how you didn't even look at what he did. It saddened the albino man a bit as he was trying to impress you. He unconsciously petted the small bird perched on his shoulder as he asked you, "What are you reading anyways?"
"A book," you answered simply as your eyes continued to scan the page.
"Oh, really?" Gilbert replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Tch, you're so boring."
"Then why are you here?" y