Monday, September 26, 2011

sam


A/N: OMG, I’m finally back with Chapter 6!!! I’m sorry it’s been so long, I had writers block and a bunch of other good story ideas that I couldn’t get out of my head. Anyways, I was planning on stopping at nine chapters, but now I’m up to ten, and then my friend had another good idea. Ugh. *hangs head* we’ll see. It’s hard to decide when to resolve one thing and start another when you don’t know how much you have left. But it’ll be great. (I hope.) Now, to pick up where I left you hanging at Chapter 3, THE KLEMA ESCAPE! (Ema’s POV)



Chapter Six

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R o c k M y W o r l d



“And the lyrics are everything…” Ema whispered. Oh crap, oh crap, oh SHIT, OH fuck, oh crap. I’m dead. I’m SO dead. Oh shit.

Daryan whistled. “Wow. That’s deep, G.” He snickered.

“Well, you seem to like following my lyrics, Daryan. Committing murder to a song?” Klavier tilted his head, back, letting his platinum blond bangs fall into his eyes. Don’t push it! You’re going to get both of us killed! Ema tried to turn her head, but the barrel of the gun held her still. I’m so dead. We’re both dead. This is my fault.

Fault. Fault line. Hm, earthquakes. The sudden thought of something science related calmed her nerves, and some stress fled her shoulders, causing a funny look from Daryan. Earthquakes, plate tectonics, shifting, crust, mantle, core, Earth, moon, sun, stars, comment, speed of light, speed of sound, sonic boom, force, energy, gravity, density, mass, volume, triangulation, circumference, circulation, artery, vein, blood, Luminol… she was vaguely aware that Daryan was talking.

“Hey!” her emerald eyes snapped into focus. “You deaf? What’s your decision?” Daryan looked impatient. “Me? Or the gun?”

“I… but… I don’t know…” she whined. “Can you honestly expect me to make that decision? Who decides to get shot?”

“So… you choose me?” Daryan asked hopefully.

“No!” Ema shrieked. “Who would choose you? With that retarded hair! Honestly, it looks SO stupid! What on Earth made you think ANYONE would like that?”

“Well, every time I walk past a girl, she sighs.” Daryan batted his eyelashes mockingly.

“Yeah, with RELIEF!” Ema rolled her eyes, “I kid, you really are pretty as a picture. I’d love to hang you!” she grinned devilishly.

“That was good, I’ll give you that. For someone as stupid as you, that was impressive.”

“I am NOT stupid!”

“Well you failed your forensics exam! Horribly, might I add. I mean, if what you don’t know can’t hurt you, you’re practically invulnerable!” He cackled.

“Y’know, I'd like to see things from your point of view, but I can't seem to get my head that far up your ass.”

“You wanna try? I bet you do! I bet you secretly worship the ground that I walk on.” Daryan sneered.

“I worship the ground that awaits your corpse.” Ema spat. “You’re what they mean by dark and handsome. When it’s dark, he’s handsome.”

“I can take you somewhere dark,” he hinted.

“Daryan, you aren’t fit to fuck a pig.” Klavier put in.

“I think he is.” Ema smirked, then snapped, “And stay out of this!”

“You know, your eyes would be beautiful if I couldn’t see right through them to the back of your head. There’s nothing in between to stop me.”

A slight growl. “If you’re gonna act like a dic-!”

“Tator! Dic-tator!” Klavier put in, despite Ema’s earlier warning. “Such words are unbecoming, mein libeling.” Ema rolled her eyes.

“Fine. If you’re gonna act like a dictator, you might want to put some protection on that dictator growing out of your head so you can look like a dictator! Well, more than usual.”

Silence. Suddenly, a laugh failed to be stifled. Everyone’s head snapped around (or in Ema’s case, her eyes snapped) looking for the source.

“Ah-hah! Your face, sir, was positively ATROCIOUS! Your eyes bugged and… hah.” De Killer cleared his throat, “So sorry, Mr. Crescend, sir. Just, hah, it was quite funny.” Ema felt the barrel of the gun relax a little on her head.

That’s my chance to get away! Say something else funny and break away while he’s laughing!

“How do you even get your hair to do that?” she asked in mock curiosity.

Daryan slid his hands over the protrusion. He doesn’t even realize how WRONG that looks. “Well I-!”

“Wait I bet I know! You’re not human! Your dad probably fucked a cow or something, and you’re horribly misshapen! Hah!” she reveled in the disgusted look on his face. Time to hit this home! Mr. de Killer will like this, the British fop! “Your dad was a worthless HOBKNOCKER!”

“AH-HAH!!!” de Killer burst into a fit of laughter, dropping the gun completely as Daryan’s face morphed into one of complete horror. I, of all people should know that scientifically speaking, mixing species won’t work and will result in infertile offspring.

Ema ducked away, muttering to herself about Darwin’s theory of evolution, and grabbed Klavier’s arm. “Come on, pretty boy!” she grunted as they quickly limped to the door of the surprisingly large broom closet. She put her hand on the knob and pulled, revealing the back of the stage.

“Ach, Fraulein, we will have to go under.” He motioned to the scaffolding running underneath, with enough just room to crawl.

“Way ahead of you, fop.” She pulled him down and dove under the stage, ducking behind a wall of plywood. A furious Daryan stormed out, followed by the assassin, emitting very unmanly giggles.

“Shut it, you no good, baseball faced, double crossing, freak! We have to find them or I’m going to get arrested again!”

The giggles stopped abruptly. “Listen, I didn’t dress up as that bitch for you to insult me. Honestly, I don’t know why I agreed to shoot that girl if she didn’t pick you! If you’re that desperate for a girlfriend, might I send you out into the middle of the street? Some one is sure to hit you. I mean, hit on you”  Nice one.

“Fraulein,” Klavier nudged her shoulder, “we should keep moving.”

“Right,” Ema followed behind him as they crawled deeper under the stage. After many twists and turns, they came to the backside of a speaker.

“LOUD!” Ema mouthed, covering her ears. Klavier reached across and unplugged the speaker.

The music faded; bringing shouts of, “Fight, fight, fight!” She reached to push the speaker out of the way when the stage began to creak and sway above them. Wait, the stage isn’t moving, the GROUND is! She felt warm arms wrap around her and hold her close, as the egging on of the fight was replaced with shrieks.

“Edgeworth!” several people cried after a thump, which was presumably the prosecutor falling to the ground, curled up in a ball. Soon, the earthquake stopped, and silence followed.

“Is everyone okay?” It was Mr. Wright’s voice. There were several meek answers and whimpers, but no one sounded hurt. Suddenly, there were several gasps, followed by a “MYSTIC MAYA!” Ema tried to hear what people were saying, but it’s hard to focus when a certain rock star decides now is a good time to kiss you. Not that she minded too much. She couldn’t help but give into his soft lips and warm embrace.

“H-hey, Mr. Wright, where’s Ema?” it sounded like Apollo. Klavier pulled back from the kiss.

“Yeah, I can’t find Klavier or Daryan either.” Mr. Wright replied. “Anyone seen them?” Ema placed her hands on the back of the speaker and pushed. It slid out of the way with surprising ease, and the pair crawled out.

“Daryan is in the closet behind the stage, Herr Wright.” The magenta-clad man wheeled around to find Klavier and Ema standing there, brushing themselves off. “Oh and so is Shelly de Killer.” He pulled the calling card out of his pocket.

It was now Maya’s turn to curl up on the floor. A very shaken Edgeworth kneeled down next to her, eyes darting around, as if he expected the ground to continue its rumbling any second.

“d-de Killer?!” Mr. Wright squeaked.  Ema didn’t understand why Phoenix and Maya were so affected by the name. Even Pearl and Mia seemed jumpy all of a sudden. I mean sure he’s a well known assassin, but they’re all white as sheets!

“Should we call the police?” Trucy asked cautiously.

“Nah, pal, I’m on it.” Gumshoe stepped up, “What’s the fastest way back there?”

“Under.” Klavier smirked. He pulled out a marker and signed over pink shell on the card. There’s no way that big lug of a detective could possibly fit under the…? Oh no way.

Gumshoe had hunkered down, and begun to army crawl underneath the stage. His back scraped the underside, but before long, he had disappeared into blackness.

“Achtung! Don’t let an evil assassin ruin the party! Deston, Rauol! Guilty Love, baby!” Klavier handed the card to the police officer Gumshoe had just left. She squealed with delight as he leaped on to the stage and scooped up his guitar, seemingly oblivious to the rest of the stunned audience he was performing to. Self conceited, glimmerous fop. Ema smirked to herself. MY self conceited, glimmerous fop. She looked back out over all the people. Maya and Edgeworth clung furiously to each other, both deathly pale. Phoenix had resumed making out with Iris, and a devastated Pearl ran off crying, with Trucy in tow. The magician called out words of comfort, and managed to slip into the office Pearl had just locked herself in.

*CRACK*

“He’s mine, you foolishly foolish fool!” Franziska leered over Kay, who had fallen to the ground.

“Nuh-uh! MINE! You’re too mean! You keep whipping him!” she jumped up and grabbed Apollo’s arm.

“Please, you guys! Stop fighting over-!”

*CRACK*

“Stay out of this!!!” the girls said simultaneously, and it became a battle of insults, fighting to be heard over Klavier’s blaring guitar solo. People had given them a wide berth, Mia and Diego shuffling off towards the kitchen, presumably to make another cup of coffee.

“Well, you see, Mrs. Gumshoe, the broth in that kind is too salty,” a man with cinnamon bun hair spoke meekly, as if afraid to get beaten for his opinion. 

“Yes, but it’s so much cheaper, Mr. DeLite.” The woman fiddled with her new autograph, “I mean, if Mrs. Desiree wants three new motorcycles AND a quad, the cheapest noodles should honestly out rule the expensive ones.”

*BANG*

The wailing of the guitar ceased, arguments of boyfriends and instant noodles gone, and the room went deathly quiet. All froze in wait of a sound, a triumphant, “Hey, pal!”

But the silence was deafening, quieter and more still than death itself. And that’s what many feared it brought.

A/N: I like cheesy romance. And apparently cliffhangers. xD Again, I’m SO SORRY it took so long! But I hopefully won’t take so long next time! See you… Sunday at the latest? (I hope!!!) Yeah, reviews are cheese and cheese is love, so yeah. Thanks for reading!!!

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A/N: More cheese! I gives you it! xD Okay, so this is the pairing that I secretly adore… Maya/Miles!!! If I’m not wishing it was me and Edgey (Emily Edgeworth… yeah that would be awesome.)  I pair him with Maya. Give it a chance. Somehow this chapter was amazingly easy to write. IDK why, but it was. Please enjoy the chapter with the amazingly long title and TWO, count ‘em TWO Llamas with Hats references.

Chapter Seven

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O f  B a s e b a l l  S t i t c h e s  a n d  t h e  S h a k i n g  E a r t h



“Franziska get off her right now!” Edgeworth watched as his little sister and assistant rolled around on the floor, scratching, tugging, and growling, all over Wright’s apprentice. Wright did nothing to stop this as he continued to kiss Iris, and it was quickly getting on Edgeworth’s nerves. I do like Iris, but she brings back painful memories. And this fight is painful.

He remembered that day up in the mountains when the earthquake hit. The black haired girl had fled as he crumpled to the ground. The memory was so vivid that he swore the ground was actually shaking.

Or the ground actually was shaking. Instinctively, he curled up on the floor, pieces of his costume cutting into his side. Vaguely, he heard people call his name, but the sound that filled his ears was that scream. The scream that haunted him for years, along with the belief that he killed his father.

As soon as it had started, it stopped and someone was stooped down over him. Maya. Since the results of their duel earlier, Edgeworth had decided it was time. Time to finally tell her about how he felt.

The first time he met her, he didn’t know what it was. She was full of life and enthusiasm, and she radiated it. Looking back, he thought his battles with Wright were so epic because she was there. Or if she wasn’t, they were fighting to save her. Sure Wright took the fall off the bridge, but he had played defense attorney to help save her. He didn’t fly back from Europe just because Wright had a cold. He jumped on that jet because Maya was in danger.

And then there was her smile. Somehow there was always one on her face. No matter who she lost, no matter how important those people were to her, she smiled. She pushed through it, and from what Edgeworth had seen, she never let it fade. She never showed anyone the pain and grief behind that happy, grinning expression. One he never managed after his father’s death.

A hand on his shoulder, its touch light and gentle, brought the scarred man back up to a sitting position. The owner of said hand looked him in the eyes. And as he looked into these eyes, he saw all the joy and happiness he so admired. Maya Fey crouched down beside him with as much grace and beauty as one could have in a Pink Princess outfit, and smiled grimly.

“Are you feeling okay?” she spoke gently. It wasn’t until she spoke and he felt her breath hot on his face that he realized how close she actually was. No, my feelings for you are all confused. So close he could probably…

“MYSTIC MAYA!” Suddenly his world was only the lips pressed against his; he barely heard her cousins scream. Let’s hope I’m not terrible at this… he mentally face palmed. Maybe kissing is like wine. The longer you wait, the better you get. He didn’t have time to care. Only time to learn.

Vaguely he heard people talking, but his mind was reeling from the sudden loss of her mouth against his. He blinked, and he was standing. Slowly, his vision came back into focus, and he caught a glimpse of Wright spinning around to face Klavier and Ema. He swayed slightly, Maya’s hand against his back keeping him upright.

"Daryan is in the closet behind the stage, Herr Wright. Oh, and so is Shelly de Killer.” A card adorned with a pink conch shell was produced. Not that Edgeworth noticed. All he noticed was his support gone, curled up in a pink heap on the floor. Emotions bubbled up inside of him, anger at the assassin, fear for Maya, and a loss of balance. Using that to his advantage, he knelt down beside her.

Grey eyes darting every which way, in fear of an aftershock or assassin, he shakily scooped Maya up against him. If she was anyone’s hostage, she was his. There they sat, clinging to each other, only aware of the other’s safety and warmth. Miles was conscious of tears seeping through the thin, nylon shoulder of his costume. For what seemed like hours, yet only minutes, they huddled, unspoken words of comfort and love lingering between them. Before long, the tears faded, leaving them in an embrace that spoke louder than the rock that had begun blaring.

But not even that was enough to shake them of their stupor. Not until one fatal noise rang through the room, did they fear for anyone’s lives but their own.

*BANG*

Maya started, her eyes wide. I can feel her heartbeat. The deafening gunshot echoed through the room, wiping out all other noise. Despite how many times he had docked his pay, told him to his face what a lousy detective he was, Edgeworth loved Gumshoe, in a platonic sense. He, and the rest of the room, waited with bated breath for the “Hey, pal!” that would bring relief, and years more of crappy investigation and testimony.

Maggey was the first to break the silence, with a squeak she dove under the stage.

“Oh…my…god… i-is he d-dead?”

“That’s a lot of blood, pal. I-I think I’m gonna- O-oh god, it touched me!” the room let out a collective breath. Then, wait. Who IS dead?

“But, can you die from a shot through your leg?” Maggey asked uncertainly. A sudden flash of purple disappeared under the stage, followed by a wary, “Fraulein!”

Miles imagined her adjusting her pink glasses, clutching her purse filled with her mail order experiments. “Scientifically speaking, if you cut open the femoral artery in any way, you will bleed to death within minutes.”

“So, he’s dead.”

“Probably, yes. Otherwise, he’s beyond medical help.” He heard the grin behind her voice.

“Uh… who’s dead?” Wright shouted over the silence. That would be an important fact, wouldn’t it?

“Crecend.” The group wheeled around.

*THUNK*

Maya fell unconscious at the sight of the gun-wielding assassin. Engarde’s wicked grin filled Mile’s memory and he shuddered unconsciously. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wright do the same.

“How could you do that pal? I don’t care how much of an asshole he was, no one deserves to be murdered.” Gumshoe and the others emerged from under the stage, warily eyeing the gun. “What… HOW?”

“Probably,” de Killer smirked, “because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence. I don’t understand how you keep-!”

“Shut it.” Lang clamped a hand over the assassin’s mouth, and cuffed his wrists. Of course he would bring handcuffs to a party. Some things never do change. “Now, with no Shih-na to lead you away,” Lang shot a glare at Edgeworth, “why don’t you come with me.”

“Be careful!” Franziska shouted after him. Many turned bewildered to the young prosecutor, who gazed at the floor embarrassedly. Miles didn’t care about Franziska’s random crushes. Again, he knelt down next to Maya, who readily curled up into his warmth. Carrying her over to a uninhabited corner, he began to whisper in her ear.

 “I won’t let him hurt you, Maya. He’s gone now, don’t be afraid. It’s time to smile again. That smile you always seem to find, no matter how dark the times are for you.” She stirred, and her breathing irregular. She had woken up, but pretended to still be asleep. “I can’t believe the first time I met you, I thought you killed your sister. What a fool I was. Now, when I look into your eyes, I find the courage to go on.”

Maya’s eyes fluttered open, their grey eyes meeting. “You…you really mean it?” Edgeworth nodded solemnly. A blush flashed across her cheeks as he ran his fingers along the back of her wig. She shook it off, letting her silky black hair fall free. A raven strand fell across her face.

You inspire me.” Edgeworth smirked at the Steel Samurai reference.

How do I inspire you? You are the greatest there ever was, and I… well I’m not.” Maya grinned as she played along.

You are beautiful; your hair is blacker than the night, yet shines brighter than the sun.”

“Well your gaze is as steely as the blade of your sword.”

Edgeworth brushed the hair from in front of her face, “I love you,”

“Me too.”

This is where the world fades to black; the kids can’t know what happens next. Yet nothing fades from the two real people gazing into each other’s eyes.

Close your eyes kids, this is where they kiss passionately for the next ten minutes, reciting more cheesy love scenes to each other.

A/N: Awww, I love surprise fluff endings. Yea, so I know I told you Sunday last week, but Monday isn’t too bad, right? I learned something. Don’t promise due dates! Hopefully next week, people.

Next is Pearl/Trucy. Out of all the yaoi pairings I had, I went with teenage yuri. (I has a problem?) Please love me!!! (with reviews!)

 












Saturday, August 6, 2011

Paper Fashion Closet (click to enlarge)


 Purses








Different Sleves










Lacey Beige









Birdies!!!




Black Tutu





Simple Black and White






Lite Blue Floral




Purple Train




Mermaid! 




Grey Casual




Crackled and Layered 




Disco Tutu



Fairy Wings!




Golden Gown



Go Green!! xD 




Polka Dots!



Many Layers 




Chillin' on the Beach




Orange, Green, and Pink 




Blue Floral Tutu



The CC&C Dress




Busy Fairy



One Lone Rose 



Tissue Paper Wedding 



Peacock Feather 




Ribbons! 



Polka Dot, Tall Labbie 



Polka Dot Tutu



Princess Peach!!!




Short Train 




Purple Train wrapped in ribbon




Purple Orange Train




Purple Pencil




Seaweed Mermaid



Sailorette




Simple, Sparkly Wedding




PJs!




Swirly 




Yellow and Brown 




Simple Lab Coat

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

CC&C 1: Welcome to my Creative Side!

Hi! It's Miffle! Glad you found my new blog! Because every attempt at picture albums and literature pages failed... xP ... I made this one. Creative Cows & Co. Here there will be pictures, stories, and my favorite... paper fashions. (Yes from the Klutz book...) yAyNeSs!!! So enjoy your self!!!

       <3 Miffle and the CC&C