Monday, February 7, 2011

Avenir Basket, Directions

[17/17]

Number: 17/17
Title: fujoshi
World Fandom: Durarara! Claim
: Erika Karisawa, slight appearance of Walker Yumasaki
Extension: 167
Warnings: ravings fujoshis number x, D
Notes: Erika, you're the best 8D

The world was different for each passerby strolled through the streets of Ikebukuro and it Karisawa Erika, was no exception. The reality fantasíay were strongly attracted together and in a fatal loop, similar a small rodent and a snake that tries to swallow, with greed and without success.

Ikebukuro colors, for her show as a huge rainbow hue nonexistent relations and of doubtful provenance, in which a light touch or a pat on the back, they become sexual invitations of intense love passion which might result, sooner or later, in sex, either in the bathroom, in a room on the ground or in a library: the place is the least important.

outlines a disturbing smile on her lips, lovers of anime, and Walker, suspecting that must cross the mind of his friend, decides to omit comments and only gives a chill to understand what their words not want him to know.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

How Much Electricity Does A Pedestal Fan Use

[16/16]

Number: 16/16
Title: Someday
Fandom: Clannad
Claim: Fuuka Ibuki
Extension: 110
Warnings: Nigun ~
Notes: Fuuka starfish and conquer the world 8D

not know how much time has passed since Tomoya and Nagisa's forgotten, as it spends all day next to them, caring for them as a little fairy, tender, and carries the power of the starfish. Not note the passing of days, running alongside. Sometimes it appears to rescue Fuuka, noting with sadness as Tomoya and Nagisa still remember it. No matter, she says to herself, trying to give strength, knowing that one day wake up and, Nagisa and Tomoya, the welcome you with open arms because, although not remember, feel n the unbreakable bonds of friendship, uniting them forever.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Illegal To Copy Drivers License

nana_walker @ 2011-02-05T22:45:00

Number: 15/15
Title: Intellectual Love
Fandom: D.Gray-man
Claim: 8D LavixLoufa
Extension: 217
Warnings: Crack pairing x, D
Notes: The Laviloufanismo conquer the world ... rest assured x, DU. Dedicated to my friend
[info] danyeda_gp

Lavi always find an excuse-either pathetic or stupid, "thanks to his work as an apprentice Bookman, to visit. Entered, shamelessly, in the Ark and claiming find documentation that obviously did not need, I left for the Black Order in Asia, ignoring the constant nagging Panda and orders of the superiors of the Black Order.

After a few steps forward given childish, came to the Asian Order, the cloud cover and a little spooky ethereal but oddly cozy. The redhead waved to all scientists, with a smile and, without delay, arrived at the office where Lou was fa, attacked from behind and causing her to scream in alarm. He liked to play him

jokes as he kissed her and felt like her cheeks were tinged with an almost childlike carmine. I enjoyed seeing her modesty in all its expression and loved that, thanks to shame, stuttered sentences disjointed. Greatly appreciated, within itself, the company of Lou fa, since China achieved something he had never been able to get any other way: forget, for some and eternal second, the remorse of having heart from the responsibility of becoming Bookman that, over time, had come to become a burden they just wanted to leave.

Friday, February 4, 2011

How Much Are Babylock

[14/14]

Number: 14/14
Title: On a cold winter night
Fandom: Original
Claim: old man (not named x, D)
Extension: 991
Warnings: None ~
Notes: Duh ... left by the wayside a thousand in my computer. Used only for being an emergency for the challenge x, D

It was dark. Perhaps a dozen or two, really did not know. The old, crooked, aquiline nose, his skin tanned by the sun and rain, watching the streets almost empty, shivering, as he settled between your cards and filthy and tattered blankets. Yes, this was a very cold winter night, even more than the others. Occasionally a dealer will air rosaba his wrinkled face, covering it with frozen air. The sky was so black, so impenetrable in its immensity and so covered with icy stars at once, and he there, below freezing in the glow of these.

- Geez it's cold, "muttered the old man to himself, while trying to cover even more exposed face, with the few blankets and cardboard he had.

Yes, the night was so cold, you soaked to the bone. I wish it would rain. No, better no, because they get wet enterito and bones ache anymore. Imagine that before it was heated, the steam which would leave the body even when they made zero. But now it was a simple human stubble walking by who knew where. Yes, your old heat always afiebrante advantage it had in any season and under all circumstances. Before bed, she sought the frozen legs warm him wherever. Just found it, she fell asleep with a happy smile.

Yes, your old lady. Missed her. Some time ago I knew nothing of it. Absolutely nothing. He missed his soft, cold skin, his touch, kisses, food waiting for him every day after work, while working, and even missed the fights he had with her, because of the little girl of her daughter. Damn brat. Because of her old one day he went and never came back. If I could only turn back the clock to get back to glimpse the figure of his old lady, just that he always asked.

But nothing, not even a shadow of it looked. Sometimes, when dozing at night, I could see it, like it was yesterday, as if yesterday had been one of the many weekends in which he played ball with the old neighborhood, getting drunk as if they lost as if they won , fighting with the opposing team shock and machetes. Then came long, with cloudy saliva, demonic eyes, face bloody and violent, hitting the poor old, insulting, while screaming brat crumbled. And his blood ran down his cheek swiftly and he did not care because I just wanted to see the old mourn, begging and pleading not punish her more for things that she had no guilt.

And after he spent his drunken old lady always healed and say, "Old man, take care, that one day you can blow up the soul and there came no more." If you never did. And ... Look at me! Alive and well, here, sleeping on the street. With nothing but alive. Everything

lost after he left his old. All because of her daughter. As the hated. If he had not placed between the old and he slapped that it would give his wife will not have reached her daughter. But no, the little girl goes and gets in the way of the fight and because of him the old one was. The next day I had to work and I was, because otherwise we would die of hunger and could not pay the bills. It's that simple. Anyway, if you pegase, his old lady was always at home, waiting with the food cooked. But that Monday came and the old was gone. Missing her, the little girl and her clothes. I even made the food. What a joke! They left, but left the old me made food.

And I thought I was going to eat. It was like a joke. That night I slept uncovered, but it was very cold, like now, because she had no one turn me off. And the food began to lose there, shoved it on the kitchen. Wait several days

call, a citation, some sign of life from the old, but nothing. Was swallowed by the earth. All because of the brat. And this cold, which removes the heat afiebrante one, just like the old. Yes, she was as cold tonight, immense, imposing their own way. No, the old woman was so cold.

The old, decrepit and dirty old man gazed at the black sky in solitude, looking sad, shivering, while tears rolled down her wrinkled transparent cheeks. Suddenly, the tears stopped falling and the old man stared at the sky, eyes closed.

Morning came, white light, covered with thick mist and labyrinthine. Steps and more steps, black shoes, red heels and more steps along the paths. Clash of people against people. Speaker noise. Buildings and more buildings opened their doors to face serious and depressed. And a dog, walking slowly, scabby, with open mouth and skinny. He was hungry and still there was no trash bag with rich food. Sometimes you could catch things really good, especially outside the places where humans ate. But now there was no bag.

The dog stopped and scratched his fleas. He looked aside. There, lying on the wall, covered with blankets and cardboard miserable, there was an old man. Crooked, aquiline nose, his skin tanned by the sun and rain, looking with closed eyes to heaven. The dog approached. Perhaps the man had food and give him a little. Everyone who looked like he always gave him. Approached and sniffed. The old smell of food.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Sick House Syndrome 24 Hour Virus

[13/13]

Number: 13/13
Title: The crime was in Granada in Granada
... Fandom: Original
Claim: Federico García Lorca
Extension: 158
Warnings: Based on real life events
Notes: dedicated to this magnificent poet, murdered with impunity and unfairly .

If someone had tried any, had been shot dead by soldiers of a firing squad, in the street, standing against the wall and no major ceremonies. Federico had always feared death and loneliness and that body was covered with two great fears. The rebel soldiers were taken to Elya 3 men, handcuffed, into the ditch, so that, just given the order, fell into the pit. But Lorca battled to the end, insulting the soldier who would assassinate him. And the reward he received was simple: a few shots culetazo and dice trembling with anger, while the rest of conscience and his soul was pierced by bullets those full of hatred, injustice and racism.

And the last award he received was thrown a spit in the face, full of phlegm and indifferent to the poet and his body inert and lifeless.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Dog Jaw Shaking When Yawning

[12/12]

Number: 12/12
Title: Roads
Fandom: Clannad
Claim: Tomoya, Nagisa, Ushio
Extension:
Warnings: Based on Clannad After Story.
Notes: I never tire of seeing again and again ... well Clannad always end up crying, A;


I was all over. Ushio was dead and lifeless in his arms. Without it, the last ray of light giving meaning to his life, nothing mattered. Tomoya hit upon the only thing to do at the time, was thrown to the ground and wait to die of hypothermia, to keep his daughter and Nagisa. No. That moment
volvíaa
repeated, endlessly, as if this city were determined to engulf him. Nagisa had lost first and then to Ushio. I knew he was alone in that white falling snow undaunted by their pain. And everything was back to the starting point in which everything in aburríay had been found, for the first time with Nagisa, who seemed to be waiting on that hill covered with cherry blossoms .

At that point, you could choose your destination. Had already decided, once, not knowing Nagisa. Could do it again and so back in those days volveríaa depressing, boring, meaningless and without pain, in his teens. Nagisa began talking to herself. Tomoya knew all she would say. I knew what would happen next. It would be best to avoid pain. She did not want to suffer more. Nagisa

only waited and waited, in that part of the destination-indeterminate on the principle of all-Tomoya wants to know. She only had to walk after having uttered those words and expect. Him alone. If he was still sorry for everything and stayed in that part of the hill, surely, their fates could not be changed. Furukawa knew it well, so I just walked, his hands trembling, waiting for Tomoya, who has not yet decided to move. Sure, they still regret having known her.

think this can make them almost as they mourn her, for the world, would have changed the fact that they had gathered, because I loved him. She bit her lip and thought to stop and call. If he did, could you change anything?

knew it or not, could not stay with his arms crossed, just waiting. It would turn around and run to reach it, so that never again to separate.

Just then, Tomoya shouted his name. Things could still be different, he thought the girl, while the top disappeared. Now, just had to go to the place in this city where wishes came true. That would be the final, where they could stay together forever.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Pattern Of Brazilian Waxing

[11/11]

Number: 11/11
Title: Circumstances
Fandom: Original
Claim: Andrea, Javier
Length: 361 words
Warnings: Slightly (very) angsty and incest.
Notes: long ago cofcoflosficsmultichaptersmemantienenocupadacofcof not write anything original. Dedicated to my friend Ja-chan ... I love you friend! Not plague this, even a crap (is protected by Safe Creative)

Do not know when it started, much less, why things went so rampant a course for her. Before or even been interested in his cousin, with whom he had crossed words from a family meeting about his childhood, ten years ago.

that day, barely able to lock a few words, but realized what had changed Javier, both in their ways as their physical. The years had carved something special about him, he was unable to define. No, only now realized that at the outset, never wanted shape that "something" that captivated her. Simply chose to ignore the glare of the moment.

spent months in which together, staying in touch through Facebook and msn and the feelings that were supposed to pretty, began to give themselves free rein and runaway, falling on Javier. Precipitously over him like a beast a bit shameless. Just a little.

was more than clear to see his cousin-eyed woman was not right and desire with that kind of feeling, was a taboo that had trouble, increasingly, control. Andrea just prayed that he did not notice: he was more than clear that if he found out, he would see her in disgust and move away from it. I did not want that to happen, but the unwanted feeling miserable and steal a kiss hands, each time more frequently when talking with him about nonsense.

From time to time, crying for the same reason, longing for his cousin ceased to be, to live their love freely. His heart full of musty and unpleasant garbage that is overflowing and I ate at blood and guts, as if full of termites. Sometimes ignorance hurt Javier and the ease with which he approached. In those moments, your miserable feeling became more heavy and distressing, wanting one thing: what the circumstance that had brought them together, disappear, although that might entail would never meet. Because I did not know how long it could keep that secret without destroying ended.

Monday, January 31, 2011

Camping In California

nana_walker @ 2011-01-31T23:31:00

Number: 10/10
Title: Predictable and Unpredictable
Fandom: last!
Claim: KidaxMikado
Length: 489 words
Warnings: Lime and Ooceismo ... Yay ~(?)!
Notes: random thing that occurred to me to force the muse (again x, D). You know that my drabbles are no input x, D.


were times in which, frankly, Mikado could not even touch a bit of understanding of certain attitudes Masaomi. Always, in one way or another, ended up surprising her. Even today, without being present, Kida had been flushed.

reason? Simple. They had been in that apartment dilapidated Mikado, by that time, called home, obviously without the dye welcoming the word deberíao was customary take, "making love. Yes, that was it. After school Kida, with that smile that caused a fire burns in Ryuugamine cheeks, he had said, playfully: "What if we do something fun at home, Mikado?" . The

young black hair was incredulous, not understanding that could make "fun" in that departamentucho. Had just arrived there, about six in the evening, finally got the message Mikado, seeing what was warmly affectionate Kida. That was his first time. Why deny it, it hurt a little and was a few hours lying on her back on her futon for the same reason, although I could not expense that wonderful feeling that her lover had provoked in him. Kida went kissing on the forehead, whispering words of love.

- Do not forget to connect later, "he said, before closing the door and go home. For its part, reacted only Mikado showing a face and trying to think how he would sit at his computer without that pain will fuck his ass.

Despite having thought long and hard, the solution never came, and with all the pain, not only on his soul, sat down and opened to monitor the chat. To his surprise, Masaomi was still connected. Apparently he was eager to talk, because the chat window was opened immediately, praying that phrase Mikado had heard that afternoon: "What if we do something fun?"

Mikado just begged for mercy, but he Kida promised not to hurt him. It was obvious that he would not, being only sex chat! Still, Mikado hormones were fast enough to start working to imagine the same Masaomi in action, without all the shame that came over him.

Taro Tanaka says Ki-Kida-kun let's stop ...

• Bakyura says Why? ... Do not tell me you're excited? Taro Tanaka
says: Cla-course not ...

• Bakyura says: Ah! I want to see!

Mikado, red with shame, he stayed a long time without writing. Kida

waited until smiling, he decided to write a short sentence.

• Bakyura says: That's why I love you, Mikado ~

Taro Tanaka says Do not you mean that only ... I want to sex?

• Bakyura says course not. I love you because, wherever, whenever you, Mikado.

At that, Mikado smiled, flushed and his heart beating a thousand, and thought that that aspect of unpredictable Masaomi, was what attracted him to it.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Horizontal Slat Fencing

[09/09]

Number: 09/09
Title: Those days (Part 01 /?)
Fandom: 07-ghots
Claim: Teito Klein, Mikage
Extension: 312
Warnings: Part 1 of many. Fluff and mamonería droves. Written uninspired, although the idea of writing this is after: You can as there can be shonen ai later ... not yet decided x, D
Notes: The MikagexTeito calls for more love \u0026lt;3 ~


Teito
When Klein entered, it's been a year ago the class 315 of the Military Academy Barsburg Empire, there were many comments that hovered over him, either by being the preferred Miroku or, because thanks to the same reason, were exempted from certain classes. Some thought that if his friends did, they could easily climb into the class and make a good job in the military when they graduate. Therefore, when the brown had just been integrated into the academy, several approached him with the best and hypocritical mask that had and tried to establish ties with him. But it did not work, because Teito was not those guys.

The boy was known for his character sombríoy silent, without even a smile from time to time. Attended regularly and anything that a teacher sent to work, Teito conducted it without hesitation. At first glance one might see, including leagues, Teito was not with the intention to socialize at least, of what their colleagues soon realized. Thanks to Teito behavior, some were wounded in their self-esteem, and others came to envy the situation of Klein and favoritism Miroku professed by him, so full of malice, decided at first instance, apart from the group, you ache for indifference and loneliness.

had only one boy among them who, in defiance of that ploy undertaken by the entire class, was intended to approach Teito, not pity, but out of curiosity.
Before sleeping, Mikage he told himself that, outside and had to be, it would take a conversacióny, incidentally, a smile to Teito.

Confident, fell asleep, waiting for the challenge I would have to face tomorrow.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Brad Pitt And Angelina Jolie

[08/08]

Number: 08/08
Title:
Ghosts Fandom: Baka to Test to Shoukanjuu
Claim: Yoshi Akihisa, Yuji Sakamoto
Length: 763 words
Warnings: Fail humor (?)
Notes: A horror story, favorable to the summer, 3 (?) ... almost did not reach end x, D


- Regrésamelo . Akihisa

turned his face, but did not see anyone but Yuuji, who ate the peanuts he had to go buy a couple of hours ago because, as usual, Aki had offered only water with sugar ; car, "a luxury" as it said it blond.

A little fearful, Yoshii decided to ask his friend to check it, that ghostly voice he had heard was just part of his imagination, a product of watching horror movies, dark, with Yuuji .

Clearing his throat, he continued. Yuuji Hey, did you hear, by chance, a voice?

The boy, red hair, he glanced at Akihisa and surprised, he said. No, I heard nothing, why?

- Per-for nothing, "stammered the blond, swallowing and turning the front, pay attention to the film, thus trying to ignore the horrible feeling of a look, almost monstrous, digging into his back.

On television could see a girl, distinctly American, who looked terrified your mobile phone, which rang with an insistence Machiavellian. Trembling, he raised it, ready to answer it. However, before the protagonist did, Yoshii's phone started ringing with the same insistence, startling her owner, who could not believe what was happening.

- Answer, Akihisa.

- Huh? I ... - stammered the other, nervous, looking from his friend and his cell phone. Do I have to?

looked Sakamoto, limited to smile. Do not tell me you're scared by the movie?

- Me? Of course not! - Refused and, almost awkwardly, pressed the green button, ready to answer. Hello, with whom ha ...?

But he could not continue. Rhythmic breathing and almost animalistic sounded across the line, reciting a single sentence. Give it back, give it back, give it back ...

- Gya! - Uttered in terror, throwing the phone into a corner of the room. Here's something wrong!

- You're just scared! Face it!

- Of course I am, as they are grieving ghosts!

- Ghosts? - Repeated Yuuji, frankly overwhelmed by the response of his friend. No wonder you're the biggest idiot in the class, Akihisa. You're imagining things ...

- Of course not! This is like a horror movie! - Shouted and continued, holding his head with both hands. Now comenzarána ghosts knocking on doors and windows and then ....

However, Yoshii and Sakamoto were petrified to hear scratches on the window overlooking the balcony, as if everything you said Aki was coming true. These were becoming increasingly acute repeated and followed by a single voice that whispered, gloomy, one sentence: "give it back." The two friends threw a terrified glance Yuuji balcony, trying to act naturally, he mumbled. I'll see. It just might be ... the wind that moves the window.

- Does the wind can speak?! - Aki yelled exasperated, but Yuuji you pay attention, not to lose fictitious value had been infused.

Slow and cautious, the representative of the F class and came with all his might, pulled back the curtain, thinking they would find nothing.

- Ah! A monster! - Shouted back to see the figure of a girl, long straight hair, scratching the glass with her nails and whispering the phrase damn.

- I told you! She'll kill us! - Aki shouted, barely saw the figure, almost ghostly, standing behind the window.

The shadow women, almost bestial force, opened the window and taking a paper from his clothes, he murmured determined. According to our contract, you are mine, Yuuji.

- Can not be. You are ...

- you did not know pacts with the devil! - Uttered the biggest idiot of all. Take it him alone! Not my fault ignore that Yuuji was signed by the devil! Forgive me, I have not done anything!

- Are you an idiot, Akihisa? - The redhead asked, turning on the light, thus making known the identity of the ghost, who was nothing more than Shouko Kirishima, which is still showed the marriage contract "Your ghost was Shouko.

The aforementioned does not know what to say, but that mattered little because, at that time, the representative of the class A electrified to Yuuji, who screams of pain was tremendous, driven by the same balcony from which Shouko had frightened.

Before leaving, the girl turned, Aki-threatening. Do not remove me again Yuuji. He is only mine, "he had said this, he disappeared, leaving the poor idiot perplexed, not understanding the meaning Shouko had given him the friendship between Yuuji and him.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Poem About Weave (hair)

[07/07]

Number: 07/07
Title:
Choice Fandom: Angel Beats!
Claim: Otonashi
Extension: 311
Warnings: Based on the chapter: Another Epilogue (which lasts 2:21 min.). Obviously contains spoilers
Notes: God ... even that other epilogue nearly made me mourn, -;

could hear from the hallway. That boy had noticed that there was something abnormal in this world and demanded answers. But these could not be acquired without some sacrifice. Otonashi knew it well.

Yuzuru had scarcely entered the room, without hesitation, took the collar to the blond boy and lifted him up, showing a hard face, and despot for the first time. He said a few things, to understand their situacióny what it involved. To understand that if I find an answer, it would cost you sacrifice and courage.

passed through his mind pictures of Yuri, who had given everything, not its goal, but by members of the Front Lines of the beyond, of Hinata, who only longed to make their dreams and Kanade, who had not hesitated to take the role of villain for the good of all. A small knot formed in her throat. Decided not to break drown.

- All I need is the courage to go against you! - The other guy yelled, breaking out of his grip.

response, Otonashi could not help smiling. This reaction reminded him Yuri.

- Well ... that's it? You are able to do that, "he said and continued, to the astonishment of the other. Then you know the rest. If you do not know what to do or if you feel lost, see the School Council lounge. I'll be waiting, "she offered to leave the room. Just

Otonashi had reached the school board room, glanced at the cardboard box shoved it on a corner, which contained his uniform from the Front Lines. If this guy wanted to rebel against that world and if he were to find the truth about everything, could you talk back to the front with him?

Something told him that would not be easy.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Gay Cruising In South Jersey

[06/06]

Number: 06/06
Title: Nostalgia
Fandom: Nana
Claim: Nana Oosaki, referring to members of Blast and Hachi
Extension: 313
Warnings: A little (very) angsty and manga spoilers (although, as I, at this point are not spoilers, considering the time of hiatus that has the manga)
Notes: Yazawa Duh ... , get over it, -;

never imagine, when I first had come to Tokyo, his hair platinum would look like that tone almost always perceived as alien and, to deny it now, which had spurned a bit. Short hair had grown and the music that surrounded her tone was not electrifying punk, but music bar, slowly and bourgeois. Even now, remembering the dates cariñoy Blast with great longing that heat and euphoria that surrounded her in every song, the fans screaming and chanting the lyrics to the beat of the guitar emotional Nobu, the on melancholy and a bit childish of Shin and serious, yet powerful battery Yasu.

Ah, how I missed that, he thought, sighing as he walked down the stage, supported by those cynics and tested applause, totally different to fanaticism and support of people in Blast concert. When boarding the taxi that llevaríaa her apartment, recalled the times when you went back, with the children in the car Ginpei, indoor heated argument with a family environment that had never the opportunity to enjoy their childhood and adolescence. I missed that too.

After a while, a dull trip and almost no sense, arrived at his apartment, which exuded a feeling that wandered between the dismal and abject loneliness. She missed the 707 apartment but consciously did not like to accept it, and that made him feel alone. She had left everything on his own so that the weight of memories and Ren's death did not end up destroying.

a little groggy, opened the door of his apartment and saw the harsh and insensitive silence voices of receiving it. Only now I noticed that, undoubtedly, the most missed in the past was Hachi waiting, with her innocent and childish smile, after each concert.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Best Microwave Popcorn

[05/05]

Number: 05/05
Title:
Weakness Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Claim: Prussia / GilbertxHungría / Elizaveta
Length: 223 words
Warnings: None ~
Notes: love this pairing, but it's my first time writing about them (though my dream is to write, some day, some EspañaxRomano, -;)
When
Prussia became aware of two figures that adorned the chest of Hungary, which should be flat if it were a boy, took Hungríay real awareness that he was different. Vamos! Not every day you hear that someone thought like a child for so long, was a woman.

However, Gilbert was unable to accept it. If you thought, even for a second, in Hungary as a woman, he entered foreign lightheaded and unable to treat her like an equal.

- Stop wearing dresses, transvestite! - I cried every time I see it appear, to deceive himself, trying to convince himself that he was a man Elizaveta.

Hungary's only to grimace and continued sweeping, and that he was tired of repeating Prussia she was a woman. Gil would think that what he wanted.

If Gilbert is used to the idea that Hungary was a lady, you already could not act the same way to it. The albino was aware of this and tried with all his might not see it that way. If he did, Hungary would become his weakness and that was the least wanted.

He was too awesome to have even a weak point, he thought as he noticed how well it suited her dress to Elizaveta.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Great Christian Phrases

[04/04]

Number: 04/04
Title:
Together Fandom: Umineko no Na ku Koro Ni
Claim: BattlerxBeato
Extension: 151
Warnings : Sadomasochism (?) and free of spoilers
Notes: Duh ... This is based on 2 x Ep, D. I hope to redeem the other drabble I wrote for this section of Umineko (as it was a mess DX)

was all over. The final stood in a perfect manner, without any fault. He threw a little chain that imprisoned neck Battler who finally had accepted it. Given this thought, could not help smiling with malice and derision. One end would remain for all eternity. That was just what I wanted.

She laughed again, madly, and had finally revived and remained until the end of eternity, like Battler, who had accepted his defeat and had agreed to be his personal furniture, making her the most valuable of their library.

So many years waiting for this that even, it was hard to believe it.

- Kneel down and show respect, furniture, "he said, enjoying the moment in which he saw under his feet Battler.

Now, just enjoy him for eternity was the only instance in which she and Battler would be together. Forever.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Peliculas En Espanol Free

[03/03]

Number: 03/03
Title: Indirect
Fandom: D.Gray-man
Claim: LavixAllen; slight appearance of Kanda
Extension: 339 (again, x, D)
Warnings: Shonen ai
Notes: I hope that after spending so much time with yaoi drought, has not missed practice

- Allen, did you know that rabbits like bean sprouts?

The aforementioned opened his eyes, annoyed, because Lavi had awakened without any consideration. The rattle of the train seemed as alive as they slept, which meant that still did not reach their destination. Being aware of this, the annoyance a bit. Would give their due to Lavi for having woken up but not now. At the moment only interested in a little more sleep.

- Did you know Allen? - Reiterated his question, making a strange emphasis on it.

- No, I did, "answered the child, a little annoyed, closing his eyes again and trying thereby to sleep , or again.

- Come on, do not sleep! - Lavi shouted, shaking him. Seem old!

A provocative, the exorcist albino violence opened his eyes, rubbing his eyes.

- How do you say, "continued the apprentice Bookman, ignoring the term mosque of his companion, like the rabbits bean sprouts, because they find them cute and delicious.

- And?

- Wait Allen, who is over. Unlike rabbits, cats hate the bean sprouts, right Yuu? - Concluded the red, giving him an inquisitive look Japanese.

For the first time, at the mention of his name, Kanda did not get rid of insults and threats of murder to Lavi, but smiled and laughed n and said. Yes Hate them because they are annoying.

Allen looked at, puzzled, not understanding the conversation going, which seemed to have no rhyme or reason. Lavi, meanwhile, also gave him time to understand it, throwing on Ely hugging as if to kill him.

- So, stay with me, shoot for beans!

- Eh! Do you also call me that, Lavi?! And my name is Allen! - Corrected the child, angry at the nickname.

Lavi, seeing Allen's reaction, he realized that he had not caught the hint.

trying to encourage thought that perhaps it was better that way.


Sunday, January 23, 2011

How Long Should I Leave Mineral Oil In My Ear?

[02/02]


Number: 02/02
Title: Prop
site Fandom: D.Gray-man
Claim: Allen Walker
Extension: 339
Warnings: None . Located before the onset of Nea, ie the 14th.
Notes: Du ... I guess I was "inspired" (not to say I had to whip the muse x, D)


Allen, despite multiple injuries, damages and losses suffered after each battle, he was happy. No. Rather, in his life was no room for depression: I had many things to do and many people at risk.

soon, just as a child, chose the way forward if he was prepared to keep walking until the day of his death, because in that moment, did not think that would never finish. He seemed distant, like a small point lost in the immensity of a blank sheet.

For this reason, Allen did not look to the future, which was shrouded in fog and uncertainty, but they fixed their attention on this and what it could be saved.

only gave importance to this particular point of view, when his innocence was completely destroyed. At that exact point, he realized that if he was not an exorcist who could save the souls of the Akuma, his life would lose meaning and death took on a fascinating attraction.

was not worth being in the path that had built for himself, but could walk on it.

Later, when he regained his arm, he dared to transgress the line that separated his mind from the future, focusing his eyes on the future, ranting about the end of the road.

What would become of him if the Count, the NOESY the Akuma disappeared?

rudely shook her face, returning to this, because even trying to rub the nebulous future, scared, knowing that if the war came to an end, so would its way, preventing him from walking further.

Think of it terrified him and for the first time, found himself wishing, almost delirious, that the end never came his way and that this war drags on for eternity.

Allen knew that if everything up to fruition, it would lose its reason to exist. Could no longer continue living.

The only option would only be one: death.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Western Thank You Sayings

Presentandome


Holas! After a long time, I decided to get a Livejournal (I think it is written so-@). At first I did not know to use it (and still do not understand at all), but finally decided to publish here little things truly original, because the public fics on Fanfiction.net as much in love -yaoi.com (so I see post for more sites). Another important point is that I believe that if the public online as a self-imposed challenge, will move forward faster in the project that I have in hand-w.

Mmm ... about why I have not posted fics Yaois (or updates of what I have in progress) for like 2 months ... I think I've been short of inspiration (at least for the D.Gray-man fandom) ... besides that I scratched all the music listening Umineko (either of the Sound Novels, the Character Songs and OST), which is wonderful but does not help to encourage me to continue with the fandom fics D. Gray-man x, D.

Well, I think that's it, now I would clean the sleeve and end the continuous Umineko a DRRR fic (which can be found on Fanfiction.net x, D)

PS: I hope you like the stories that go up and any objective criticism and argument that they want me, the enchanted accept.

Postscript 2: I will try to "amononar" the Livejournal as soon as possible -.- U.



And someone out there would say: See you again ~

Monday, January 17, 2011

Sample Of Welcome Note

Work

THE English Corzo Association has published a magnificent book, which offers a complete recipe for cooking venison. The book is titled Capreolus deliciosus because capreolus capreolus is the scientific name of this pequeñoy beautiful animal. As far as the deliciosus, who studied with me seven years of Latin in high school know that it means "delicious", because indeed their flesh is more delicate and tasty, even the beef and social , supported by comparison with that of deer. The offered free recipes because, as stated in the preface, the habit of cooking bush meat has been lost, while the English people we became urban. It is, therefore, to bring the deer of the mountain to the kitchen.

So you can get an idea of the delights for your taste buds can offer deer, I will suggest a full menu, in the light of the recipes in the book. Input, you can start with a fillet of venison tartare with cheese, liquid egg yolk and mustard. Main course will do well a loin roast with quince compote, apricot and truffle sauce, and can continue with some venison chops to spit, chestnut pudding and grapes and, for dessert, venison with wild berries. How to prepare these dishes and many others of similar delicacy is explained in the book in detail.

The problem is that to cook a deer need to have venison and it is not in our markets. It takes a hunter friend who also is very generous, because their meat is scarce. The second problem is that the animal is not left stewing alive, but previously, you must kill. This killing, first whatever the animal species that serves food, is implied and no one alive remembers, when your plate is a steak or hake. But beware, the case of suspicion and start hunting many believe has committed a murder, because the animal was killed with one shot. However, a multitude of animals that serve as food would choose the latter way to end their lives, they die in freedom found in its natural habitat and have many opportunities to break the haul life, because you know what it is laborious and difficult to hunt a deer. I'm not saying you do not feel pain when I imagine the hunter shooting at a bambi. But we should be less hypocritical condemning an activity such as hunting, which is not equivalent to death, but allows the conservation of animal species, without it, long ago have become extinct.