TMOHS - Mikuru Comic

Ranma: Hey, pop! I had the weirdest dream last night. Ya see, I went to this room, and then all of the sudden, Kuno was there! And suddenly, we were two guys naked in a tub.

Genma: Ew.

Ranma: I KNOW! He was being all gay and stuff, and then I turn into a chick sinking in an ocean, and all these Kuno clones come at me as if they were ready for an under-water orgy. Oh yeah, and 당신 were there.

Genma: Keep me out of your sick fantasies, boy!

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Ranma: Hey, Akane. What are the chances of me being gay?

Akane: The same chances of someone putting 버터 on bread.

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Kuno: Rather than be a sexy, suspenseful...

"It pains me to see 당신 disobeying your doctrine, Russia."
"What doctrine?" Ivan asked calmly, allowing his thick fingers to be squeezed 의해 the child, now dressed in pajamas, resting in his lap. The three sat in another room well in the back of the large house. The radiator buzzed noisily in the corner. Ivan's boss crafted a face of disgust at the girl and continued on not answering the question.
"I came to tell 당신 that our efforts to capture 이미지 from Venus are well undergo. Please come 의해 soon to plan for the launch of the first probe in one week."
Ivan's violet-shade eyes went wide. "One...

My fingertips ached, but I continued to scrub the hard, wood floor.
"Faster, child!" my aunt screeched, followed 의해 a shrill laugh. "You'll never finish in time to go off and play with your cousin!" sitting the corner -- all alone -- hugging his knees to his chest was baby Konatsu. I scowled at him, puffing out my chubby 담홍색, 핑크 cheeks. He flinched in an instant and grabbed his wrist like something had sliced it, wincing. Wretched child, I nearly mumbled. 담홍색, 핑크 eyes flashing under dark black curls.
"Katsumi?" my 초 aunt cooed, cracking her bony finger while gesturing me to come closer. After...

**a short 미리 보기 of a new character I'm working on**

Name: Lu-fá (pronounced: Loo-fah)
Age: 15
Race: Chinese (same 아마존 Tribe as Shampoo)
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Blue
Style: Braided into two large pigtails.
Accessories: A large white 꽃 on right side of her head.
Love Interest: Mousse
Friends: Tendo Family, Ukyo, Cologne
Enemies: Shampoo, 또는 anyone who favors the marriage of 무스 and Shampoo
Bio: Lu-fá is a member of Shampoo's 아마존 tribe of women back in China. Her and Shampoo used to be friends, until 무스 became betrothed to Shampoo. Lu-fá has always had a big crush on Mousse, and claims to...

**I feel that after 년 and a half of changing, cropping, and editing information about my first fanfiction character, I should make a bio that people would not only read for knowledge, but I can reefer back to it for any facts about her.**

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Full Name: Sofia Shizoku Hibiki
Name Origin: Sofia - "Wise", Shizoku - "Quiet Child", Hibiki - "Echo, 또는 Sound"
Age: 15 (+ 3/4)
Birthday: February 15th, 1995
Hair: Red (Orange), Pigtails
Eyes: Green
Siblings: Ryoga Hibiki (See: "Ranma 1/2")
Personality: Defensive, grumpy, energetic, caring, lonesome, overly dramatic, emotional
Favorite Color: Green // Yellow //...

((I wrote this on dA recently, but felt like copying it. XD))

The milky pink-ness of the sky, along with the setting sun, was turning me a dark orange. My brown school case dangled at my side as I breathed a sigh of relief.
Another 일 gone, I thought.

Suddenly, fingers sunk into my shoulders and swiftly turned me around and slammed my back against the side wall. I thought at first it was Akane, because God only knows what excuse she'd crafted to kick my butt today. To my surprise, it was the exact opposite.

"Hey, Sofie! Man, I thought I'd NEVER catch you!" his eyes laughed playfully.
"Hello, Ranma."...

SLOW DOWN THERE, KIDDOS.
Y'all are about to read something that's "not 안전한, 안전 for work".
This fanfiction may cause:

- tears from butt-hurt SebaCiel shippers
- induced vomiting from zero talent on behalf of author
- rants from fangirls who only like 야오이 and hetero will never suffice

The reasoning behind this fanfiction is because I had a three-day long trip, and my friend and I had a fic-swap. She wrote something for me, and I wrote... this. I am so sorry.

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"—is it crowded?" my voice sliced through the otherwise silent room.
"Is what crowded, exactly?" the slender figure inquired, bending to reach...