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Hi! Welcome to my profile ^_^ My name is memeswearhousekitsune-chan(1) and I really like to rite fanfic. So you should join me <3<3<3
Its okay if u don’t know how to start let me help KUDASAI(2). Here’s some ideas on how 2 rite a SUGOIDESUNE(3) story!

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Prompt ideas!!! <3

ONE
Typos – Um. I don’t kno anyone who would be a beta reader for me so their may be a lot of typos. GOMEN.(4)

TWO
Japanese/other foreign languages – WATASHI DAISUKI NIHONGO! That means I love Japanese, so I’m going to put a lot of it in my fanfiction. Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to put a dictionary at the end so you know what I am saying *^_^* U can also use other languages or leik english english from Britain, but Japanese is the most kawaii~~~

THREE
Author’s notes – UM I may put these in the middle of the story so you know what’s going on. Or if I have a funny thing to say. Teehee~ ((A/N:THEY'LL LOOK LIKE THIS BTW!!))

FOUR
Shipping! – omg like. I love my otp. You can totally tell they love each other even if they really hate eachother omg. They’re hate is so amazing! They should have the hot buttsex lol so kawaii (5)

FIVE
Purple prose – if u describe a scene it should use as many descriptive words az possible. Like “Amber orbs” or “pools of emerald” for eyes. It’s soooo much more better that way.

SIX
Mary sue – omg. Just because my character is a woobie, but also leik the most powerful character and like everyone wants them and is just jealous doesn’t make them a mary sue. They don’t have any flaws at all. STOP FLAMING.

SEVEN
Songfic- um I think this song by Evanescence really fits my character. It describes their inner sadness ttly

EIGHT
Lemon! – so um. I dk anything about sex but do u really need lube????

NINE
Babies!- I think every character should have a kid and be pregnant. Even if it’s two boiz. Lmao so kawaiiii

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Remember:

“This means the character is talking”
‘this is the thoughts’
*This means they are using their ultra sugoi mind powers!*

R&R
And NO Flames PLzZZZ THEY WILL BE USED TO COOK OUR HOTDOGS hehee

DICTIONARY::

1:memeswearhouse is my name and kitsune mean fox. Chan is what Japanese girls call each other to be KAWAII!!!
2: Kudasai means plz lol
3: Sugoidesune means its amazing right!!!111 uno
4: Gomen means i'm sorrie. isn't it funny that it says "go men"? I think that's kinda weird. hehe ^_^
5: Kawaii means CUTE. omg itsthebestwordever. lmaoaoaoaoa

Rules/how to play:
>>Post with your character
>>Tag others
>>You are now in a bad fanfic. Make it as terrible as possible.
>>Weep tears at how awful it is.

I hope you all know how much that hurt me to write.

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Yumehara Nozomi|Yes! Precure 5

[nozomiracle]

5 ((A/N: I'm trying too hard...hahaha.)

[claim_my_place]

Asch stood tall and proud, gazing out across the dawn-lit city. The buildings gleamed in the newly awakened morning light and far below him the townspeople, small as tiny multicolored ants, were slowly wandering from their homes and occupying the narrow dusty dirty streets.

Asch heard the light, metallic sound of a door opening and turned around slowly on his heels, his mouth set into a trademark frown. His wine red locks cascaded across his broad shoulders and his straight back, and they fell across his face. His alert liquid green orbs flickered with intelligence and cunning. He was wearing straight black pants and a black sleeveless turtleneck with gold trim and a zipper down the front. His shiny metal boots rose up on his calves to fasten just above his knees and they too had gold trim with silver designs. His locks were lusciously red but untidy, as he had not yet had time to run a brush through their length. The tips faded gradually to a deeper shade of maroon. Like the hue of dried blood. He looked very handsome, poised there with the sunbeams sharpening all around him and highlighting his regal features.

But, alas, it was not his true love, but his traveling companion who had pushed open the heavy panel.

He uttered a noise which mixed frustration and annoyance.

"You." He managed. "What do you want?"

No such thing. XD

[nozomiracle]

Yumehara Nozomi smiled and waved as if she had not heard the beginning of the cascading complaints that followed her along every day like a waterfall when she was in Asch's prozimity. He was a horrible travelling companion who was never very happy, his face permanently set in an iron frown. But she knew that it was not so permanent, for there were things he liked, loath as he was to admit it. She skipped in and grabbed onto his wrist with both hands and a wide grin.

"We finally found someplace to stay, so let's explore!"

[claim_my_place]

Asch jerked backwards as if he had just been splashed with the icy cold liquid of the figurative waterfall all down the front of his sleeveless turtleneck. He tried to grapple his wrist away from the young girl with the hot pink strands and bubbly disposition but to no avail. It was like trying to dislodge himself from a vice. Although, admittedly, a deceptively cute vice.

"Not right now," he muttered in a low tone, lines etching themselves between his noble brows. He uttered another frustrated note before raising his digits to massage his throbbing temple.

"We don't know anything about this place. I'm scanning the area first."

This sounds exactly like my old badfic and I'm scared.

[nozomiracle]

Nozomi tilted her head and stared with her quivering bright magenta eyes, which, just like with everyone from her world, matched her magenta hair with its small pigtails and mid-neck-length long part. That was the best way to tell off-worlders in her world, at least most of the time. Like Asch-san, of course. But they weren't in Nozomi's world, with its beautiful colours and happy aura, and they likely never would be, or at least they wouldn't be for some time.

"Eh? Scanning it?" She blinked repeatedly, but fixed her gaze on him. "You mean like with the ship?"

You or me?

[claim_my_place]

Asch's lime orbs rolled up into their lids and he suppressed a groan. How could anyone be so stupid? Besides Luke, of course, who was Asch's replica and had the same royal features except that he dressed sloppishly and his locks were a more orangeish shade of sunset and cropped short and not the lovely color of blood like Asch's hair because Asch had faught valiantly in many battles and spilled the life's essence of many scoundrels and people who opposed Van and the Order of Lorelei. So it was only natural that his luscious waves were the bloody red of blood.

His world had recently been torn assunder most literally by the lands being lowered and by the fall of the Score. There was no sparkling aura of love and happiness there, but rather a dingy layer of angst and soap operatic drama that permeated everything around him. But of course that was before the ragged tear had been replaced by the brilliant explosion of the planet being demolished and shards of crust, core, fonons, and all the rest of it scattering like bloody snowflakes throughout space and time.

((A/N: I thought that Asch's backstory is important for this next part hehe sry.))

"No, you idiot. I'm using this high vantage point to check the entire city at once. We can't do that if you're dragging me around down there." His gaze had leveled on her face and his lips were still pulled taught in a frown but he the boiling anger seemed to die down in his chest.

Either?

[nozomiracle]

"But that's the best way to see the world," the pink-haired girl retorted, looking up and still attached onto Asch. She could barely remember the destruction of her own world, but it had been much like Asch's, only happier, much like he and her. The way it had been told for the ears that cared to listen and believe, there had been overall far too much friendship and its power, real, physical power that could demolish anything in its path like the rampage of wild animals through the streets that would happen if some misguided kid or ecoterrorist decided to liberate the zoo, that same power of friendship had reached critical mass. Nozomi didn't know because she really was that stupid, or maybe because she hadn't wanted to hear. She didn't even really believe that her world didn't exist anymore, nor that Asch's was similarly gone. They were just lost. In her mind, they were travelling, had been travelling for over a year now, because they needed to find their worlds again.

"The best way to check the city," she repeated, "is to go around through it and see it from where we are! It's a lot more fun!"

[claim_my_place]

Asch made a disgruntled noise in the back of his throat. Nozomi was preaching at him again, and it brought back painful memories of past times that were better forgotten, sepia-toned visions of flowering fields, towering castle spires, and a little crimson-locked boy (him) telling his bride-to-be, his future queen, his one-and-only that the only way that they would ever learn anything was to walk with their own feet the streets of Baticul, from the uppermost level of the nobility, to the lower, humbling levels of the commonfolk, to gaze unblinkingly with their own orbs, and to do whatever they could for their myriad subjects.

Such things had only a limited bearing on the here and now, however. Asch tugged against the fuchsia-haired girl's grasp, one boot planted firmly on a low wall.

"We'll go once I know that it's safe and no one's following us," Asch explained coolly, his eyes absorbing a final hawk-eyed panoramic scan of the area. "Suppose we ran into trouble and came across a dead end. All because you were too excited to wait five minutes."

Shaking his head finally - which dislodged a strand of crimson that hadn't been properly smothered in hair gel - Asch exhaled a note of defeat and let himself be guided from his perch like an Irish Setter on a leash.

[nozomiracle]

"If we found a dead end, we would go back, silly," Nozomi lectured, "and if we found trouble, we would fight it! So let's go! It's decided!"

Nozomi tugged at Asch's wrist, her exuberance overpowering his stubborn strength at least for the time being. She marched like an excited child who had been stuck with the soldier outfit during dress-up time in kindergarten, decided to run with it and make the best of things, but obviously didn't know how to actually march. Any minute now, she might even be expected to sing "hup, two, three, four, look who's marching through the door". Off-tune, naturally, since Nozomi never cared about those sorts of things.

[claim_my_place]

"It doesn't always work that way," Asch responded gruffly, another memory teasing the darkened edges of his consciousness, one much more grim than the last. But he couldn't think up a stronger or more cutting retort for her simple logic, and so he allowed himself to be pulled, tugged, and ushered along, crimson locks trailing (and thankfully not getting snagged by any thorns, doorknobs, or other obstructions). Occasionally he cast a green-orbed glance down a corridor or across a courtyard like shimmering pebbles into a still lake. Nothing.

His boots made a rhythmic metallic clank against the cobbled streets that bore an uncanny resemblance to the heart-rending timing of the notes tucked away in the theme track "Mirrors" as he fell into step behind Nozomi. Asch obstinately refused to let down his guard, though, a habit that had been drilled into his daily regimen courtesy of his knights training, but he soon found himself distracted by his companion's poor form and pitiful excuse for marching.

A vein throbbed away at his temple, until finally he emitted a disgusted snort and turned a knife-sharp glare in the direction of the magical girl. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

[nozomiracle]

"Walking." Nozomi turned to face Asch, saluted with the wrong hand, and beamed with the sun's sparkle in her bright magenta soul windows. She turned back and marched like she was doing the cancan, giggling like a herd of musical butterflies, singing along with the background music in a one-girl chorus of la-la-las. With the shifting shadows along the cobbled floor and walls moving with their perspective as they passed the small, contained blazing pools of light from torches embedded and bolted in the wall since years ago, it seemed as if the world around them brightened with her smile and darkened with his glare.

[claim_my_place]

"You're doing it all wrong," he advised her bluntly. There were times when her blindingly sunny personality made him nauseous. It was as if they were a mismatched yin and yang symbol with Nozomi representing all that was hopeful, smiling, and optimistic in the great wide star-studded universe, and he all that had been cast aside and bled dry. The tough-shelled truths of a world that no longer made any sense and no longer cared. Both clung to their respective existences, side-by-side, but not truly understanding how the other one operated. He had believed in the light once, but these days he was skeptical at best of any good or healing substance. Anything that eased his aching mind or his tiredly pulsing heart couldn't possibly be real. Just an illusion, a vision, a dream - that's what this moment's reprieve from the battle that was his life was.

Drowning out the cacophony was proving quite impossible and she wasn't taking the hint. If the candelabras flickered any brighter or the shadows stretched taller in their slow crawl across the cobbled floor, Asch gave them no special notice. He weaved one arm over another and continued his course, glaring at nothing and everything at once.

[nozomiracle]

"No, I'm not."

The girl with the magenta shoulder-length hair, left down save for the little pigtails, one on each side of her head, twirled around to look at him again and smile like the sun Asch just glared at like he glared at everything else. She began to walk backwards just to look at and talk to him, stumbling and flailing like a windmill in a storm just about every other step because of the uneven stones in the corridor.

"I'm doing it right! You're doing it wrong because you're not having any fun. Hurry up! We're taking forever!"

[claim_my_place]

"You're not supposed to have fun when you march," Asch answered, even though he knew it was useless. He allowed his eyelids to squint shut for a moment, as if by doing so he might render himself immune to her stupidity. Their slow progress was unavoidable, as the tempo of the theme music sounding in the background adamently refused to speed up, and the extra moments were necessary to properly examine each and every thought process that fired between his brain synapses. Such careful attention was crucial, although that part was untruthful.

When Asch's gaze once again pierced its closed windows, Nozomi was facing him and stumbling around like a fledgling learning to flap its feathered wings or adjusting two its scaly, forked legs.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're just looking for some new way to get in trouble," he toned. "Turn around."

[nozomiracle]

"You're boring, Asch-san." She heeded his words, yet latched upon him once again and tugged to speed him up. "I don't get in trouble any more than you do." I would write something flowery and poetic about how the torches faded into the darkness only to have the light spill in from the end of the corridor and the windows therein, but my head hurts.