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Okie-dokie! Hi, guys! Yups, It’s Vannah’s otaku!!! Mwahahaha!!! I RULE YOU ALL!!! ^_^;, just kidding! Anywho, yea…Nicknames? I’ve got a lot, preferred one is Ophelia or Raven or Akira-Ai! ^_^; Yeaaa…Well, here are some pics of me, just cause I luff you guys!!!




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Friday, December 5, 2008


   Newest Fan-Fic ::Fate of the Damned::
“Damali?” The voice on the other end of the receiver was old and sweet. “Damali? We need to talk.” Damali Richards yawned into the phone, “About what, Marlene?” Stoic static pressed against her eardrum, “Get to the Sanctuary as soon as you can, child. I’ll be waiting.” There was a loud click, then Marlene Stone spoke no more. Damali stared into the receiver. She could definitely feel the vibes feeding through the telephone lines and from the elder seer, and they weren’t good. Dammit, Marlene. You know I don’t do this shit anymore. Damali slung her legs over the edge of her bed and stared at the floor. I don’t wanna do this. I can’t go see her, not now. She ran a distraught hand through her brown dreads. Not like this. She carefully slipped into her signature combat boots and lace-up black leather pants, wary of Baby Isis tucked securely in her right boot. She went into her bathroom and looked into the mirror. What am I doing? I shouldn’t even go. But she needs me… She could see the bags under her eyes, evidence that she hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in awhile. She leaned over the sink and splashed cold water against her face, trying to wash away the feeling of dread that was slowly beginning to crawl its way to the surface. She looked back into the mirror, dried her face, then pulled her locks into a somewhat pony-tail. She reached for her darkest lipstick and smeared it over her lips. Later, she wrote a note to Carlos on the mirror in that same lipstick, “At the Sanctuary, see you there. XOXO.” With that, she grabbed her purse and keys and was gone.

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Monday, December 4, 2006


   My First Story (In Awhile)
Yea, seeing how I'm sick, I thought I'd write...Or, well, post up a story I've been working on! ^_^; So, here's the first paragraph, lemme know what you guys think, k?

Immature

Destiny rolled over in bed, yanking the bed sheets above her head to block out the dawning sunlight. She closed her eyes again in frustration, trying to remember the dream that she was having before she was so rudely awakened. Bits and pieces of the demented dream swam before her eyes, a face, a train, a blinding flash of light, blood, pain, agony. She popped her eyes open and threw the sheets off of her, jumping to her feet. She scratched her forehead and looked at the time, a bright red 6:43 flashed back at her. She glared at it a moment longer before yawning and making her way to her mirror. She bit her lip as she looked at herself. She was very pretty, but, she still didn’t think she was. She picked up her hair brush and began to slowly pull it through her shoulder length black hair, wincing every now and then when her brush decided to tangle itself with her hair. She picked up two hair ties and pulled her hair back into pig-tails, taking care to leave her bangs dangling and swept to one side. She smiled at herself and opened her dresser drawer, searching for her make up bag. Destiny finally laid her hands on it and yanked it out, splaying the contents of it on her dresser. She ran her fingers over the mess until she finally found her black eye-linear, a girl’s best friend. She leaned over the dresser and blinked into the mirror before smudging some under each eye. She blinked again and searched for her eye shadow. She picked it up and smeared the black over her eyes and just a little bit under them. She grabbed the last bit of her daily mask and smoothed it over her lips. Destiny smiled and pressed her lips together, evening out the black lip-stick.

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Bleck
Ewwww...Strep sucks ass!!!
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Sunday, November 12, 2006


   OMG!!!
Holy shnikies!!! I haven't been here in forever!!! OMG!!! I miss you guys sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much!!! Wow...Hi peoples!! Anywho...How's you people doing? Miss me much? Anything new going down? Well, yea, this is short because I am just overwhelmed with how much I miss you peoples, but, yea...So...Ummm...Please leave a comment!!!

~Savannah~

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Monday, July 3, 2006


   -Giggles- Just WATCH!!!


FILTHY!!! -Giggles- BUT SO DAMN FUNNY!!!

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Sunday, July 2, 2006


   Depressed Poetry...
Okay, here is another poem! Yes, it's depressing, no, I'm not going to kill myself, but, YES, I LOVE IT!!! It's very artistic, and, I was bored when I wrote in and thinking about Lance, so, yea...It's a good poem, and, you should like it. Here it is, and it's called Thank You...

Thank You
I'm confused, lost, and lonely. My once warm and loving heart has grown cold in it's solitude. I can't figure out my feelings anymore, they're mixing with my thoughts and slowly driving me into madness. When I was depressed and my heart was beginning to freeze over, your voice, your warming smile would melt away the icy hands of death and awaken me from my solitude. But, now you're gone and you're all I think about. When I think of you, I think of all the memories, good and bad. When I think of you, I smile, I cry, and I bleed. I don't understand how you can be the man of my dreams, yet, the very thought of you can drive me into a dark state of insecurity. These feelings frighten me, even though I've been waiting all my life to feel them. Now, though, when I think of you, I feel pain, I feel it in my heart and soul and I feel an emptiness in my being that I've never felt before. I get dizzy and lighthead when I hear your voice. I get sick and cry when you're not here. I know I need help getting through this deasise you've given me. The doctor says I'm Heartbroken, says it's common when a good man leaves a band woman. I guess that's what happened to us. You left me, you left this bad girl alone with nowhere to go and no more love to give. Thanks, babe, for the pain, the suffering, the memories. Thank you for the love, the compassion, thank you for all the lies and the hurt that you've given me. I'll send you the doctor's bill along with my bleeding black hearty torn into a million pieces. Thank you...

Okay, so it doesn't rhyme, sue me!!! It's free-form and awesomes!!! Comment back on it, please!

_~Savannah~_

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