GC: Hoots and HollersThe battle was a long and hard one, involving two powerful teams: the Mew Mews—seven young heroines with animalistic abilities—and a mysterious group of elf-like aliens.More Like This
Earth was in danger of being destroyed by the aliens, but the Mew Mews were doing everything they could to stop them. Led by Mew Ichigo, the Mew Mews threw every attack they could at their opponents. However, the aliens fought back with the same amount of intensity and used whatever weapons or powers they had.
Luckily, the Mew Mews were able to thwart the aliens' plans but were forced to retreat. They had used too much energy and had to recharge. The aliens retreated for the time being, for they were in the same situation.
For now, Earth was safe from the aliens' evil plan.
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Once the battle was over, one of the Mew Mews retreated into the forest. Her name was Tsukiyomi Mika-Zuki, or "Mika" as she was normally called. Inside the forest was a dirt path that led to her grandmother's estate, the
Raichu's Santa Hat - A PoemMerry Christmas Silverstonepokegirl :3 I am your Secret Santa. I wanted to post this closer to Christmas than most of the other people in the event :3More Like This
Hope you like this little diddy
It was Christmas eve and all through the pokemon center,
Trainers and their mons were hunkering down taking shelter.
From the blizzard outside causing a fuss,
Making many a trainer all but cuss.
A trainer sat beside the tree Nurse Joy had put up in the center,
With a sleepy raichu laying across their lap, glaring at all who dare enter.
The trainer was staring off into space,
wishing with everything they were in any other place.
The raichu complained suddenly, about the lack of a gift,
he was grumbling in his sleep, looking quite miffed.
The trainer couldn't fight the smile,
so she moved the pokemon for a while.
The trainer disappeared out into the night,
in the blizzard she did fight.
Until finally she saw it, the glorious place,
Hopeless DreamerHopeless dreamer stays awakeMore Like This
In a city that begs to sleep
Where does everybody go when you need them most?
They just disappear like the mist on the coast
Hopeless dreamer waiting
For a midnight train to come
She knows that train will never pick her up,
Destined to live a life full of abandoned thoughts
Hopeless dreamer tiring
Of living without a dream
She knows they all try their best,
But they all leave her side onces midnight strikes
Hopeless dreamer takes a step
Just outside the door
Have the stars always been this bright?
Were her eyes just too tired to see them?
Hopeless dreamer finds
She isn't so hopeless anymore
They're running away tonight for good,
Just the two of them to get away
Hopeless dreamer has found
Her own hopeful voice
It's not her own voice,
But the voice that pushed her through and picked her up
Hopeless dreamer finds
Maybe a little bit of hope
His eyes are bright and wild sometimes,
And he just wants to run away like sh
Gemina Perfectio - Chapter 7More Like This
Chapter 7: The Stone
Christmas break ended too quickly for the student's liking, and things seemed to snap back into place easily. Juliet reluctantly re-joined the Slytherins in the dungeons, and Hermione claimed her bed back.
The best moment that came out of the break ending, was Draco Malfoy walking into the school, a clearly angry grimace in place on his face. His hair closely resembled a children's coloring book. One that the child was colorblind, and layered color over color. Ryder, Ron, Fred, George, Harry and Juliet had fallen over, convulsing in laughter, while Kryssie tried, in vain, to choke back her chuckles.
This particular day, Harry had come straight back to the Gryffindor common room after Quidditch practice. When he walked in, he found Ron and Hermione playing chess. Kryssie sitting off to the side reading over her transfigurat
[Akatsuki x Reader]-chan in Wonderland More Like This
It was a tedious afternoon for [name], as she sat on the ground next to her sister, Natalie, reading her a story. The winds brush by her face, as bits and pieces of hair rushed by. Sitting under a tree with Natalie, [name] leans on the trunk, adjusting her frilly [color] dress before looking up to the sky.
"Why do you have to read me a story? Besides, the stories you read are complicated and have no pictures. It's only words and words. Maybe a few pictures would've made it more interesting."
"But stories with only words are supposed to be complicated. The details help people to imagine, so there is no need for pictures."
".. It still seems boring, though."
"I'm sure you'll like these kind of books if you actually read."
[name] was about to protest, when she saw an albino man with purple-pink eyes and sleeked back, grey hair ran in a direction. Surprisingly, [name] lived in a forest with her family, so it was rather unusually for people to come by, unle
YaoiI'm on the phone with my boyfriend, he's upsetMore Like This
He's going off about a doujin that I read
'Cause he doesn't see it's beauty like I do
I'm on the web, it's a typical Tuesday night
I'm geeking over the pairings he doesn't like
While watching Hetalia on Youtube
Well, he likes hot chicks, I like slash fics
He thinks he knows anime but doesn't get it
I'm dreaming of the day that he wakes up and finds
That they'res a subtle beauty about shounen-ai
If you could see that there's a beauty in a boys love
Been there all along so why can't you see
Why I love yaoi
Why I love yaoi
He says things Like "That's gross" and "That's not right"
I can't help picturing L making out with Light
I know its wrong to fantasize while he's talking
But hey, they're kawaii
You say my fanfics suck and that I can't write
You constantly compare them to "Twilight"
Well, he says Ichihime's canon
I still say that Renji's Ichigo's man
I'm dreaming of the day that he wakes up and finds
That they'res a subtle beauty about shou
YaoiYaoi rocksMore Like This
Getting it on
(Wait, isn't that hentai yaoi?)
Than two girls
(Which would be yuri)
In the same situation.
The world needs more yaoi.
Love between two guys
Is just as strong
As love between
A guy and a girl
Or two girls.
Yaoi is hot.
Yaoi is sexy.
GP - Side Story: Ryder's Christmas BreakMore Like This
Side Story: Ryder's Christmas Break
Ryder was on the train headed back home for Christmas. Currently he was sitting beside Neville, and across from a piece of unwanted company.
"Remind me again," He started, as he crossed his arms. "Why you are sitting with us, Malfoy?" There was pure venom in his voice as he looked at the blonde boy that sat across from him.
Draco looked at the two of them with a lazy glare. "Slytherin compartments are full Weild." He practically growled off.
Ryder glared right back. "How can they be, not enough pathetic snakes in all of Hogwarts to fill that many compartments." He sneered. Neville stayed silent beside him.
"For your information, Weild. A majority of the Slytherin's have mountains of gifts for their families, and from their housemates, to cart home." Draco sneered right back.
Ryder cracked a grin. "So the serpents decided you weren't as important as their
Gemina Perfectio - Chapter SixMore Like This
Chapter 6: Christmas
Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake was froze solid and Juliet and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.
The few owls that managed to battle their way through the stormy sky to deliver mail had to be nursed back to health by Hagrid before they could fly off again. No one could wait for the holidays to start.
While the house common rooms and the Great Hall had roaring fires, the drafty corridors had become icy and a bitter wind rattled the windows in the classrooms. Worst of all were Professor Snape's classes down in the dungeons, where their breath rose in a mist before them and they kept as close as possible to their hot cauldrons.
"I do feel so sorry," said Draco Malfoy, one Potions class, "for all those people wh
Gemina Perfectio - Chapter FiveMore Like This
Chapter 5: Quidditch Trials
As they entered November, the weather turned very cold. The mountains around the school became grayed, and the lake like ice. Every morning the ground was covered in frost. Hagrid could be seen from the upstairs windows defrosting broomsticks on the Quidditch field, bundled up in a long moleskin overcoat, rabbit fur gloves, and enormous beaver-skin boots. Every student knew what this meant.
The Quidditch season had begun.
On Saturday, the first Quidditch match would be played: Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. If Gryffindor won, they would move up into second place in the house championship.
Hardly anyone had seen Harry play because Wood had decided that, as their secret weapon, Harry should be kept, well, secret. But the news that he was playing Seeker had leaked out somehow, and Harry didn't know which was worse, people telling him he'd be brilliant or people telling h