NOTE: This account is shared by two people, one who rarely comes here anymore, due to real life needs, and the other who comes here, mostly spending time reading fan fictions and lazing off. And drawing. And writing. But the latter is usually rare due to little to no motivation. Motivation for that lazy person is rare.

Hi! Please call me Emi. I also go by other names too, but...that would spoil things a bit...anyways. I love reading fan fictions and drawing! I also write too, but that's going to be on hold for now.

As for Z, he can't come on much. D: I miss the dude...though I was the one writing "Poke Chara Starforce." Well, actually the one who wrote it is me, the one who posted it without looking through it was Z. That was the time when he had to the time to go on. Nowadays, not anymore sadly...but he comes on, on rare times.

I also have a deviantART account! Here it is: RBHMEM

Bold is my current obsession.

Favorite Games: Pokemon, Super Smash Brothers, Mega Man, Professor Layton, Kingdom Hearts, The World Ends with You, Legend of Zelda, Final Fantasy, Kirby, Earthbound/Mother, Dragon Quest Monsters: Joker, Final Fantasy: Crystal Chronicles: Ring of Fates, and many, many more!

Favorite Anime: Pokemon, Mega Man, Bakugan, Yu-Gi-Oh, Detective Conan/Case Closed, Digimon, Dinosaur King, Keroro Gunso/Sgt. Frog, Fullmetal Alchemist, Demashitaa! Powerpuff Girls Z, Kirby, Nurarihyon no Mago, Naruto, Shugo Chara!, Ouran High School Host Club, Sonic X, Katekyo Hitman Reborn! and more stuff that I can't think of right now.

Favorite Cartoons/Other Anime (from anywhere): Tai Chi Chasers, Powerpuff Girls, Code Lyoko, Danny Phantom, Avatar: Last Airbender, Chowder, Fairly Odd Parents, Justice League, Teen Titans...I'm gonna leave it at there for now.

Favorite Movies: Spirited Away, Nightmare Before Christmas, The Lion King, Matrix, Alice in Wonderland, How to Train Your Dragon, Sky High, Kung Fu Panda, Tangled, Toy Story, Beauty and the Beast, Back to the Future, Aladdin, Shrek, Indiana Jones, Ice Age, Mulan, Meet the Robinsons, Little Mermaid...I think that's all.

Favorite Books: Percy Jackson and the Olympians, The Heroes of Olympus, Chronicles of Narnia, Animorphs, Goosebumps...uh...that's all I could think of right now.

Favorite Manga(s): Pokemon Adventures/Special, Detective Conan/Case Closed, Fruits Basket, Legend of Zelda, Gakuen Alice, that's all for now...can't think of anything else currently...

Just note that these are not in favorite order.

Shippings:

Pokemon

...BRB with this.

Stories:

Poke Chara Starforce (Pokemon, Mega Man Star Force, Shugo Chara Crossover): And the story continues...I'm gonna rewrite it though. Possibly. DELETED 'cause of rewrite. Soon desu...

Future Stories:

Into the Past, Into the Future (Mega Man Star Force and Mega Man Battle Network): It's time for a celebration as Geo's birthday finally comes. But it's soon ruined as a mysterious enemy suddenly comes and threatens Echo Ridge. Together, Geo and his friends goes to fight, but were soon defeated. Sent into the past by the enemy, Geo and Omega-xis must now cope with living in the past, while finding a way back to the future. But the future as of now seems hopeless...

The Infinte Reincarnation Series

The Infinity Wars (): UNKNOWN FOR NOW

The Fantasy-Reality Series

Fantasy Meets Reality: Real World RX (Pokemon, Anime, Manga [Special/Adventures, Game [my version of the games]): To meet a fictional character, or in this case, a fictional creature, would be a dream come true. But what if, that wasn't the only thing that was brought into reality? What if it also brought along an evil that could threaten Reality? After all, if Fantasy ever meets Reality, Chaos will erupt from the darkness within.

Fantasy Meets Reailty: -loids, -loids Everywhere! (Vocaloid): When Lala buys a Rin doll from Amazon with an Amazon gift card given for her birthday, things started to go weird from there! Targeted by an organization called the Akumuloids, Lala's in for a ride when they start chasing her, after a certain something that she holds. Not only that, but she's also targeted by a psychotic murderer with a familiar face. Join Lala, as she and other targeted people do something that is impossible; become -loids! They better be prepared, for when Fantasy meets Reality, Chaos will erupt from the darkened hearts within.

Own Characters List

Pokemon

Kiru (Game): Yellow/Kiiro's younger twin brother. (More coming soon...if I'm not lazy.)

Yang (Adventures/Special): Yellow/Kiiro's younger twin brother. (More coming soon)Yellow/Kiiro's younger twin brother. Separated when they were babies, Yang was taken away by Cipher to the Orre region, where he was harshly trained, until he escaped to Kanto, with the help of Wes, Rui, and Michael.

Abilities/Transformations (They're made up by me, BTW. If you want to use them, as permission first)

Xros Fusion: It allows a human and a Digimon to fuse together, becoming one in the heart as a powerful Digimon. It is similar to Bio-Merge, but can only be used with a Xros Loader. In order to achieve this ability, the human and Digimon partner must be fully synchronized in heart and mind.

Xros Form: Similar to Xros Fusion, it is an ability that crosses a partner Digimon and a human, becoming a human-Digimon hybrid, instead of fully becoming a Digimon.

Now for some random stuff...

YOUR GUY SIDE

You love hoodies.
You love jeans.
Dogs are better than cats.
It's hilarious when people get hurt. [Only when it's not serious]
You've played with/against boys on a team.
Shopping is torture.
Sad movies suck.
You own/ed an X-Box.
Played with Hotwheel cars as a kid.
At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.
You own a DS, PS or Sega.
You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.
You watch sports on TV.
Gory movies are cool.
You go to your dad for advice.
You own like a trillion baseball caps.
You like going to high school football games.
You used to/do collect football/baseball cards.
Baggy pants are cool to wear.
It's kind of weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.
Green, black, red, blue or silver are one of your favorite colors.
You love to go crazy and not care what people think.
Sports are fun.
Talk with food in your mouth.
Sleep with your socks on at night.
TOTAL: 17/25

YOUR GIRL SIDE

You wear lip gloss/stick.
Cats are better than dogs.
You love to shop.
You were eyeliner.
You wear the color pink.
Go to your mom for advice.
Pink, yellow, orange, purple or gold is one of your favorite colors.
You hate wearing the color black.
You like hanging out at the shopping center.
You like getting manicures and/or pedicures.
You like wearing jewelery.
Shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.
You don't like the movie Star Wars.
You were/are in gymnastics/dance
It takes you around/more one hour to shower, get dressed and make-up.
You smile a lot more than you should.
You have more than 10 pairs of shoes
You care about what you look like.
You like wearing dresses when you can.
You like wearing body perfume.
You love the movies.
Used to play with dolls as little kid.
Like being the star of every thing.
Love romances
TOTAL: 5/25

So in conclusion...I'm more guy than girl! O.O Or just more tomboyish.

-Emi

This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't.

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?

Repost this if you truly believe in God

Warning: the following poem could make you cry.

My name is Tiffany
I am three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren’t ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can’t do a wrong
I can’t speak at all
Or else i'm locked up
All day long.
When i'm awake im all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe ill just get
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie’s bar.
I hear him curse
My name is called
I press myself
Against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes
I’m so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault
He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And run to the door
He’s already locked it
And i start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken,
"I’m sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into a unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While i lay there motionless
Brawled on the floor
My name is tiffany
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me
And you can help,
Sickens me to the soul,

And if you read this and don’t pass it on. I pray for your forgiveness. Because you would have to be. One heartless person. To not be effected. By this Poem. And because you are effected. Do something about it! So all i ask you to do.Is pass this on! IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't

forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for

the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that

mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister

is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart