#ichigo momomiya packs

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[kory-anderss]

21 ichigo momomiya icons

under the cut is 21 100x100 icons of ichigo momomiya in the tokyo mew mew new opening sequence. screencaps were taken and edited by me. please like or reblog this post if you use them.  

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⭛猫𔓘᎖ hყᥱj꧐᭦ : : Ichigo Momomiya + Jimin Layouts ⴰ Ⓛ︎ike or reblog₎ if you use ᥫ᭡

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Ichigo Momomiya Icons

137 icons of  Ichigo from the Tokyo Mew Mew RETURN special two-shot! Icons sized 100x100. free to use & editable

*icons are from the manga and other official sources

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[sailormnemosyne]

Ichigo Momomiya Graphic pack!

includes: -1 header -3 mobile wallpapers -3 icons -1 desktop wallpaper

[kotori-chama]

Tokyo Mew Mew Ichigo Momomiya hair pack.

A project I’m working on that I don’t know how long it will take to complete. I’m going to be doing all 7 Mew Mews with multiple hairstyles for most of them.

Mew Mint

Mew Lettuce

Mew Pudding

Mew Zakuro

Mew Ringo

Mew Berry

Downloads(No Adds)

Download: Hair(Package includes 6 hairstyles that Ichigo is seen wearing throughout the franchise. Also contains a pair of bows that can work for the Ichigo, Zoi, and Morango hairs.Found in ‘brow ring’)

Download: Hair ties swatches(The Mei hair will need this for the hair ties on the mesh to have any texture. This will also color the hair ties on the Ichigo, Zoi and Morango hairs if you don’t use the bows included in the pack. Found in ‘Lip Rings’)

+All Base game compatible

+All Hat compatible

+All new meshes

+All 24 EA color pallets

+All hair color slider mod compatible

+All LODS

Poses: A-LuckyDay (My favorite sim poser)

Hair Color Slider Mod:  thepancake1 and MizoreYukii

[kittydestined]

A peculiar blue-haired man with a black hoodie on was certainly starting to draw a sizable crowd around an arcade machine. Though, it didn't seem like he entirely noticed it as his focus was entirely on the rhythm game he was playing. Or, at least, it was until a large amount of murmuring got him to look over his shoulder to see what the fuss was about. ((Muse: Asher; Also... Couldn't find a meme, so... random ask-starter it is! XD))

Ichigo Momomiya was panting, running, heading down to the new arcade that they had just installed in the mall. She had heard about it from her Moe and Miwa, who she had been friends with since kindergarten. Although she was not sure how good she was at video games, she was excited to try. Besides, between her duties as a Mew Mew, and working at the cafe, she needed something fun to do.

Once she got there, however, she realized that the place was packed. Man, she should've known. She sighed, but she did not give up. She got herself ready, charging into the crowd, and somehow managed to squeeze through, although not without consequence.

"Ow...." She muttered, rubbing her side. Then, she spotted it, her face lighting up until she spotted the mysterious hooded man.

"Hmm?"

She ignored the crowd's protests, ans carefully approached this stranger.

"Hello?"

//That's okay, I don't mind! ^^//

[archiveofidentityconstellations]

writing through the ages...

I basically wanted to share my writing and how it's progressed. It's a two-way challenge 1) Try to see if you can get through it 2) Try to see if you want to share your own version of your evolving writing. 

Age 12 (Tokyo Mew Mew crack fanfiction)

"Would you two shut-up!? You two are always arguing that nobody can enjoy working here anymore! I mean, COME ON!" Silence. Mint nodded, satisfied. Then it started back up again! Mint was about to scream when she had an idea. A gorgeous idea that would make everything alright again. A great idea! A glorious idea! And maybe a little evil… "Pudding," she whispered and gestured the others to come. She told them her little plan. They smirked. Pudding crept up to Ichigo and Ryou. With a yodel she pulled out some handcuffs and placed them around Ryou and Ichigo's hands. "PUDDING! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!?" they screamed in unison. Pudding tapped her foot and glared. "We are all sick of you yelling and screaming that we decided to take action. You two have to stay chained together for a day. That's our punishment to you!" "Are you serious?" "YES!" exclaimed everyone that it nearly made an earthquake. Ryou and Ichigo shrunk back. Looks like they were stuck doing this…

At school…

Ryou looked over Ichigo's math problem. He sighed. Ichigo turned to look at him. "What's the problem?" "I never realized you were this dumb, baka strawberry." "Shut-up! If you'reso smart than do it youself!" "I'm not falling for that old trick. Your work, you do it!" "It would help if you weren't contradicting me at every move I make!" Ryou looked away and Ichigo went back to her problem. He chuckled. "You are doing it all wrong, baka!" "SHUT-UP!" Everyone turned to look at Ichigo, who blushed. "Momomiya! Is something wrong!" reprimanded the teacher. "Yes, can I go to the school nurse?"

With the nurse…

"It seems like nothing is wrong with you," the nurse told the couple. "But why are you stuck together?" "Our therapist thinks we have anger problems!" exclaimed Ichigo. "Yeah, and she's only eleven!" Ryou screamed, referring about Pudding. "Which we don't!" "That's right!" The nurse seemed a bit dizzy, then replied, "Maybe she thought you were a bit emotional and needed to understand each other." "Why would we would need to do that!?" "We both understand that we hate each other!" The nurse smiled. "See, you're already understanding each other!" "ARRGGHHHHH!" they cried. The nurse looked a puffed and frazzled. When she got a hold of herself she urged, "Well, if there is anything I can do please tell me." "Absolutely nothing at all," Ryou brushed her away. Ichigo turned to go but stopped. "Actually," she turned. "Yes?" The poor nurse asked. "Do you have a saw?"

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"Be careful," cautioned Ryou. "I'm being as careful as I can!" Ichigo snapped. "What if you chop my hand off?" "Oh, that's all right! Now quit complaining!" "Look, why don't I use the saw? I'm stronger than you." "Then YOU will chop MY hand off!" Ichigo had a saw in one hand, trying to break the chain. Ryou was trying to grasp it, when she dropped it on the road. ZOOM! A car whizzed by. CRACK! The saw broke. Both of their mouths opened into a perfect O. "You baka! This all your fault!" Ryou moaned. "MY fault!? If you didn't lock me in the closet we wouldn't be in this mess!" They continued to argue, then Ryou made up his mind to do something. He dragged Ichigo while she exclaimed, "Where are you going?!" "To the café. We're going to tell them to take this off and we won't take 'no' for an answer!"

Age 14 (original abandoned story)

I walked down the hall, scuffing my feet on the floor. Squeak, squeak. The tip of my shoes squealed in protest. I can never decide if I like the squeaking sound or not. In a way, it's so obnoxious, squeaking when it should be silent. But on the other hand, it's comforting. Letting me know that it's there for me. Even when it should be silent. I gave a half-hearted spin and sighed. It has been a three months since Terra had left for the desert-survival task. We, Jett and Kyle and I, hadn't heard from her. No messages. No communication. Zip. Squeak, squeak. Not that we expected much. Her current living conditions were barren desert land. But she was Terra. Terra could do anything, even when things seemed impossible. She had aced every exam, beat every trainer, fooled all the pig-headed directors. All with a raise of one eyebrow. I stopped walking, momentarily pondering over this. Everyone knew Cawlwig had hacked her name into the list. She was too young--twelve--to even go on a survival task. It should have been illegal. Not that, I realized, that had ever stopped the Academy before. Main object, Cawlwig was her enemy. Cawlwig wanted her broken. Wanted her dead. I started walking again, trying not to think of death as a possibility. Squeak, squeak. Why? I don't know why. Terra had made an enemy of a pompous, yet powerful man. How had she done it? My best guess is that she knew his secrets. And she could plan his downfall. Squeak, squeak. Squeak, squeak. Squeak, squ-- A hand reached out and grabbed me. Before I could react, an object (bat or leg) hit me hard in the back of my knees, decapitating me of defense. Collapsing, I was dragged into a dark room, door slamming away the sunlight. Darn. My squeaky shoes betrayed me.

Age 19 -- I had stopped writing for a long while, but took it up again when I turned 19 (same original abandoned story)

The mud oozed through his shoes. Jett fleetingly thought of his time in Ireland, pushing the large, inky-green leaves away from his head. They were in a forest such as the one he inhabited now (though considerably less humid) and had gotten lost. After a considerable amount of boredom and walking, they had given up on and played Fly and Web. Jett slapped his neck at a mosquito, wiping his fingers against his wet pants to clear away the blood. All was well until Mirage had a turn as Fly and fell into a stream. He grinned. The sound of her scream would be remembered for eternity. In truth, it was the mud that had her near tears. She stammered about bacteria and parasites and overall uncleanliness while he and Kyle laughed hysterically at the stream’s ridge. Terra took one look at her and the next moment was against a tree in silent snickers. He shouldered some low-hanging branches out of the way. Those times spent with his team were good. They were home to him. His lips frowned on their own accord while his chest tightened. Home. Where he’d be if he wasn’t in the forsaken Amazon rainforest, trying to make his way to a communication station with a group of equally forsaken Miners. His hands twisted around his belt holster. It’d been a while. To be honest, Jett hadn’t been counting the days since the attack. There had been a close-calls from then until now, but the lot of them had been able to stay safe for a the time being. In fact, one could even say that it had been… His eyes narrowed. The forest was quiet. Too quiet. His feet stopped. The Miners behind him noticed and stilled, reaching for their guns with one hand and clicking on their siwatch on the other. They were Spyders. They knew the danger of a single misspent second. The Wardens, on the other hand… “Commander,” Jett whispered hoarsely. The man paid him no heed, crashing through the underbrush with his second in command, Eskil. “Commander,” Jett said louder, tone imperative. Boucher turned around, face drawn in stern lines. He spat, “What is it, forty-sev–” BOOM! Gun fire blasted across the forest, sparks alighting like fireflies. A snarl of animal-might shook the ground. Vines gave way to life, twirling like snakes. Shouts of agony replaced the gunfire as more and more Miners went down. “Take cover!” Jett pushed the retreat, yanking Claude away from a vine. A laugh echoed throughout the forest, deep as the shadows between the trees. “Come out,” the voice purred. Dacia’s breath caught in her throat. Jett caught her wide eyes and shook his head. “Don’t do anything,” he mouthed. The voice became more insistent. “Come out.” They lay against the mud, heads perched behind a fallen log, still as death without so much as a heaving breath. Their fallen comrades lay in the wooded meadow beyond, sun flickering over their skin like lace. “Come out.” Silence. “I won’t ask again.” They inhaled. THUMP. Dacia’s hands fisted the dirt. A shudder ran through them all. Boucher rolled over onto his stomach, cocking his gun. “Stand up,” he ordered them gruffly. No one moved. THUMP. “Stand up,” he ordered again. Xing drew closer to the ground, shakily twisting his Radiors. He met Jett’s eyes; Jett shook his head. “Stand up.” Lilka drew her head unto Ghazi’s shoulder, tears getting caught on her pale eyelashes. THUMP. “Stand up!” “You stand up,” Juan hissed, dark eyes gleaming like molten lava. Boucher cocked his gun. “Stand up,” he commanded, jaw tight and voice lethal, “or I’ll shoot you.” Silence. THUMP. The atmosphere muffled. Dacia shook beside him. Claude went rigid. THUMP. Jett’s eyes never left the gun. Boucher leveled it at each of them individually, finally resting on the Elder boy. THUMP. Jett didn’t hesitate. “Go ahead.” Boucher’s eyes narrowed. An inhuman roar rippled throughout the air. The log rose and splintered, a weapon that plunged into the slow ones. Lilka screamed. Xing stood, throwing his helios at the figure charging at them. Taur. They almost missed, but clipped Taur in the shoulder. He growled and knocked Xing to the ground. “RUN!” Xing instructed them breathlessly. A snap sounded and he went still. Jett wasted no time. “To the river!” he shouted. The remaining Miners rushed forth, throwing their packs behind. The vines withered and whipped around, slithering around necks and thrusting into limbs. Eskil was caught in a web of vines, struggling like an insect. Zinara crawled down the branches, tendrils of red hair contrasting against green. She shook her head, eyes displaying a racing storm of anger. “I told you,” she thundered as she cracked vines on and through Eskil. “I told you!” The poor man bubbled with gasps of pain. Boucher turned, paused for a moment. “Eskil,” he breathed. Juan shoved him forward, shouting, “No time!” Taur plowed behind the group like a cannon. Jett could feel the Jabber’s hot breath on his neck. His lungs burned. He couldn’t give up. He had to return. He had to return to Diana. Diana. Taur snorted, hand encompassing Jett’s shoulder. “Jett!” He turned, quick as a flash and blasted electricity into the man’s left eye. Taur screamed, hand working to aid his visual appendage. He screamed again as the electricity struck his hand and worked up his arm. “Taur!” Zinara gasped, leaving Eskil behind. The plant Talent hesitated; aid her partner, or go after the perpetrator? Jett didn’t wait to find out.

Age 21 (original vignette) 

Crreeeaakk. “You can’t even imagine how much I hate you right now.” The eyelashes don’t flutter. There is no sharp gulp. “Let’s get you to bed, okay?” Stumbling legs, curses, laughter, and one broken stool. “What are you doing?” “I don’t want you to vomit.” “Hah.” Shrugging off the sweater. “You would like that, wouldn’t you.” The brow doesn’t furrow. Gentle hands simply fold the sweater and set it on the nearby dresser. “You should drink some water before you go to bed.” “I’m fine.” “You might get a headache–” “Stop.” Whipcrack. “Just…stop.” The bed groans with the added weight. “I hate you so much, you know.” No reply. “You’re so…good. Why are you so good? Why couldn’t you have left some room for the rest of us? Why did you have to stand up on that pedestal with your shiny halo and look down on us filthy nothings?” Car lights illuminate the room through the front window. They are quiet, for a time. A cleared throat. “Your neighbor is heading to work?” “Carol works night shift. Just getting back.” The mumble is dry, like sandpaper and yes, water is needed and wanted but damn that sentiment. A nod. “You could have…the least you could have done was stayed. That way I could have yelled at you and seen you for all that you were. That way I wouldn’t be stuck with memories of you being so good and perfect and not here.” The clear stare, neither condemning nor pitying. “I mean, damn.” Cold hands fisted in hair. “That’s the least you could have done.” The sky is lightening, and the birds are beginning to chirp in that sort of way that promise new beginnings, but you know that those beginnings are not for you. Never for you. Whatever. Dusk is preferred anyway. The sun starts to shine, filtered between sleepy lids and eyelashes. A soft breath. “You should get some sleep.” A half nod, head buried into knees. “Hey.” “Yeah?” “I love you.” Sometimes, smiles can be felt. “I love you too.” The pillows feel soft instead of grating. A deep breath. Blinking. One last look before the pull of the unconscious. No one in the room. A snort as the eyelids close. “The least you could have done.”

So yeah. I wanted to share because I thought it was a good idea to show people how you always keep moving, even when it doesn't feel like it. 

If anybody else wants to try this challenge, please do! ^.^

[kory-anderss]

62 ichigo momomiya/mew ichigo icons

under the cut is 62 100x100 icons of ichigo momomiya/mew ichigo in the tokyo mew mew episode ‘a new comrade – justice lies in a real lady ~nya!’. screencaps were taken and edited by me. please like or reblog this post if you use them.