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Jam with its year-end

So this year, thanks to the cosmos for:
- Shank'a. Because this is fucking.
- Trailer fourth pirates. Because this is fucking.
- Scott Pilgrim. Because this is fucking.
- "Return of the Battleship" because I was looking for it for four years. The rest is garbage
kind of like.
A fault. For Streetlight Manifesto. Because it's fucking and they fucking clips.
And, well, at ***. Because fucking.

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La maison où j'ai grandi.

this gray city above all cities. I love understanding the need to go back and live it all well, with this intensity. Otherwise not be possible. Seeking

homes in all my songs.

Aroah sings 'Come Home' come home, I pray, do not go astray. come home to me ... where's home? where's home? . The Rolling Stones sang
Three Thousand when you're miles away I just never sleep the Same. if I packed my right now Things I Could be home in seven hours. I'm goin 'home, I'm goin' home, I'm goin 'home, I'm goin' home.
Billie Holiday, sensual (impossibly otherwise), spider baby won't you please come home, 'cause your daddy's all alone .
Galaxie 500, almost bawling waitin for your call, when, when will you come home? The Mountain Goats
also sang home again, home again. Ryan Adams does anybody want yells to take me home? .
And of course my dear Polly Jean. Searching desperately, A Place Called Home.

What I like about my house.

I enjoy being with Pachi, and Iriana Enar watching movies, going out, taking things. With anger, dancing, shouting, drinking. Walking. Planning. Simply by feeling them.

I enjoy being able to see Chema, and kiss a lot, and everything else. Reunited with him. That gave me a beautiful book, 'The Trout Fishing in America', caressing the cover, smell the pages. Read his dedication way home in the dark, because it is so dark. I always come back at night and with a huge hole.

Take the car and escape on a Sunday night with hot water Xacobe. Search the contrast of negative air degrees and positive 40 degrees in water. Boil, skin tear to shreds. It strikes 4:00 am, and I do not care. Here time is delayed, I feel safe, no hours or minutes, there is nothing more than the here and now.

Go to Santiago and I no longer bother his gray, the rain, its nothing. We just want to Cibrán and Laura and Alba and Xacobe there. Drinking wine before dinner and stroll the town drunk. Shock, feeling it push us around in bed. The music, touch, music. Laugh so stupid.

All those people who have not seen, and I do not know if you see him, but belong to the city here with me. Upon arrival I spent hours on the phone with Nela. House. House. Always. Business as Usual. As if nothing had happened. Joy told me that when Christmas arrived in Paris, where he was born and lived long, did not recognize, was lost tourist. And people had changed. If my house changed its facade, I would die. I go into stores and people who do not know ask me about Paris. I guess my mother has been missed by the entire neighborhood. I explain that I do not live in Paris. I hate Paris, damn. I hate everything other than this right here and right now.

the sofa, my mother is a red blanket, mini wraps around my legs. Everything hurts and is sweet, it's me and nobody else, time is mine, nobody else has the time. All my life is near, next to the skin, in every corner. I can come and go and escape and come back and sleep and mourn and walk barefoot and sick because it's my home, and be crazy, once again unleashed.

Why must it be so. If I know my site, my site is here.

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New Year's toast from Live1000 vovanchicalt : Let me say that last night I said Yegor - strip back, but it's worth a look. In 2011, the night I want to write about something. So let's raise a glass Abrau Durso because I did not even know all the locations. [Get your toast]

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Rulitos

Title : Rulitos

Made by: Uchiha Deidi F.

Carrido

Couples: No

Warnings: No

Summary: curiosity moved to England to a rare research: - What would happen to pull one curls? -

Thanks: OwO good as always I thank my beta / adviser / bee / Word Alfie (Scatha) xD check my fic.

N / A: OwO neeee it also did in a book and how it looks xD little good, not long in passing OwO xDDDD I like how telling that is based on a true story ¬ ¬ , "" evil chibis.

macaroni Brothers xD well I think that goes without saying who they are right?, = W = if they are following the series XDDD I know, and Arthur tells the twins Italy, although there captioned as the "Macaroni" is heard more xD cure "Macaroni" in order (for details see Chapter 32, World Series) or reading and I leave at the end of OwO fic ...

Disclaimer: The characters are Hideraz Himaruya work.

...

What were those things? America had one, Canada also macaroni tambiény brothers owned one other countries. A long, some short, some funny looking, but did not understand why they had it.

thought only her hair is well accommodated. I thought the curls were just that, a simple stupid fashion that these countries had invented, but that idea changed when he accidentally touched a meeting his younger brother loop Italians.

was tired of his continuing "Vee ~ " and I approached him to silence. I thought the roller to pull you shut up already and I did, I pulled the loop, but when I do not wait ...

- Ahhh ~! -

If brother did not think the issue macaroni was obviously a groan of pleasure.

I was shocked and surprised the rest of us watched.

- Ahh, England I have had an intimate part, "he cried Doitsu! - Began to whimper.

I only let my curls and immediately felt a dirty look, I looked there was Germany surrounded atrásy an intimidating aura. It was then that I ran out of the room with a Ludwig behind me, shouting obscenities in Alemanya with a gun in hand.

Since that day I learned something, those curls were not only a stupid fashion, the pleasure caused them to pull them, but only he had pulled into the Italian and my curiosity was raised. Do others they felt the same? I had to find out.

was then that I began my research, I wanted to know what those curls felt when I pulled it.

brother started with macaroni. I thought he would weep like his clone but was not well, pulled him and he responded with ...

- Chigui ~! -

He was paralyzed for a few moments and then reacted.

- What is it, dammit? -

started yelling at me a lot of things in their language and took a few tomatoes, and I do not know where he threw ; to the face.

...

...

learned that curls caused a pleasure and can paralyze you for a while.

I continued with my research with other countries, Austria and completely flushed by touching the curls understood what it feels like to receive Prussia sartenazos Hungary.

Most reacted the same way, some blushed, others are bothered, there were some who, like Northern Italy, the orgasm to feel like they pulled the curls. And now I only had two.

America and Canada.

I decided that for my physical and psychological well they would be the last in my research. I searched and found the home of French. Alfred had in his hands a baseball bat and hockey stick Matthew. Possibly coming to play those sports, and was clearly on their clothes.

Francis saw me enter surprised to see the state in coming, brought bands in some places, even difficult for me to walk.

- Mon amour ... What happened to you? - I asked.

did not answer and kept my eyes on my goals ... The curls of America and Canada. I walked with difficulty

to them, France was looking at me and had even offered to help but I refused, rather than pride, for fear of their hands, I knew from experience that these were highly trained French hands to touch places í intimate others. I walked

arriving with two blondes who looked at me the same way as Francis.

- Hey, cejotas, what happened? America.

Same as I did with the French, did not respond, instead, I stretched my hands and before they could do something ... pulled their curls.

watched their actions, surprising ...

emo America adopted a personality, a depressive aura surrounded him and embraced his bat, whining to the very Italian style with a touch uke, however Canada, he was surrounded by an aura of dark, murderous, Germany type. Both turned to me.

- Stupid England, "cried Matthew.

- How dare you touch the intimate parts of people? "Whimpered Alfred.

I was surprised it was as if they had changed bodies. "Hey

watched ...- still in shock.

And, without giving me any opportunity, both beat me, each with its respective weapon, Alfred with his bat, still crying and Matthew with his hockey stick, shouting obscenities in English.

Since that day I learned that one curls is just a stupid fashion hair.

... End ...

Endnotes: hahaha XDD masturbate medium hetalia England and not even notice until he gave it a shot = w = has been good I hope you enjoy

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All the best that I have in life can make me cry.
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I can not feel my hand anymore, it's alright, sleep still.

I like pictures where people sleep. It is the only way to find what is called absolute naturalness. No one taught us to be asleep. We can not pretend we can not be cute (perfect smile, perfect face, perfect hair) when we are dreaming, because we are too far away. Although the picture we reflect on the place. Although we pretend to present.

grace has made me find some pictures of me sleeping, because it's the only way I can never see. Chema has been saying since I have 15 years: "how beautiful when you sleep."
do not know if pretty, but I found that I always make the same gesture with his hands.

A folds on itself, forming a hole. Speaking of an absence, as if lacking something or someone inside it. Other hand, an object.
The other pets. Caressing the grass, or pet bedding or pet hair. Only the tips of the fingers, slowly.
are like a wanting and a re-take.

And Enar, Enar hugs herself. It makes me a little sad that picture because right now I have so I wanted to hug her, and it is as if the two ansiáramos that contact but there is a blue space in the middle, vacuum between us somehow.

And yes. Sleep is sad. In sleep we are forced to separate. There is talk of sleeping together, but it is not true.

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Manifesto

I call my friends and all readers to bear witness.
On 12/08/2010 I quit drinking and smoking.
first control point - the New Year. On New Year allow myself a glass of champagne.
motivation is - it's me in my life have already tried.
about the following - dreamed of Thorns.

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Les enfants.

hate children.

However, there are some very specific arouse my sympathy. Ana in 'The Spirit of the Beehive. " The lovely Addie's 'Paper Moon'. All children of 'Recreations'.

Anyway, today we went in the morning to see a play, 'Le Songe d'une nuit d'été'.
had a school to the public, and we, grown up and college theater students, the show alive, informed and creative suponiéndosenos.

After the work out of actors (two, two!) Who played absolutely all the paperwork is Shakespearean making a total of 80 costume changes, so did their questions.
The university did not even one, while the children were over 40. Of all kinds.

Until suddenly one question: Are you in love?
They laughed a lot and I said no. I was stunned. You may not innocence, but honesty, sincerity, simplicity so nice and refreshing. It is a matter of intelligence but of curiosity. It's so beautiful curiosity.
I was amused because I wondered the same thing, and I'm not a girl. Both had so much chemistry between them, both with common interests who have worked together for so long day and night: Will they be dating?
If that child and I thought the same thing, why I did that question out loud?
Because I am not free. Because I think of the consequences, ridicule, at the trial. In all these oppressions that have been winning every year.

the refusal Then, another girl raises her hand and asked: Pourquoi ils s'embrassent, alors?

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Patriotism.

I do not know anything about the country.

But on a thing called home. The home is so relative. Is my home, my city, my Galicia, is my country?

When I lived outside the region, but within the peninsula, I was away from home. Far from it. And as the plane or train pierced its edge, I felt happy. In my home, back, finally. And that site is the site that could not fail to miss.

His color (its green, its gray, its immense blue), the air (the particular way in which the moisture out of your mouth when cold), smell (the smell of a bonfire filled with chestnuts, smell a fireplace), people (hot, upcoming). And all the banalities, its prices, its bars, its cuisine.

but I told her I should have said. Because I feel so My everything, and feel (a complicated word) pride. Pride of having been born there, that all that belongs to me, myself and all other Galician.
Pride is something that always seemed very, very stupid, especially when it's so random: it could have been born elsewhere and I guess I have to say would have loved equally to that other place. But deep down (and not tell anyone) I think Galicia is special. That is not insignificant as our my favorite word: homesick. sadness or melancholy, especially the nostalgia of the homeland. However

. Now I am in France and have been here 3 months, without stepping on the word that took 5 paragraphs to avoid, Spain. Hate
Spain. I mean, I hate her name (Spain, so violent that ñ), hate their flag (these colors, I do so much damage to the eyes), all it represents, its image (exterior and interior). In general, as a country, Spain seems pathetic, ridiculous. Not every autonomous community with its quirks and charms, but El Pais. However

. For a small moment, Dec. 15, when you hit that country have always felt so foreign to me and I spent two days in Barcelona waiting for the plane to Galicia, I know that in some remote way, I feel at home . Safe. A salvo of another language, other people, other violence, another way of seeing and understanding things. Safe from the fear that so many times I have felt here, others see me different, a stranger. Distant.

The other day I discussed a lot with Joy about whether he had ideas on feelings. I do not know if there are any ideas on these thoughts scattered and chaotic, and probably (I always reread forbid) contradictory. I know there are feelings because that is today the only language I speak (not French, not the Galician).

But no. My house is small. My home is a mise en abîme . A house, in another house within a house. My house is in the air, suspended. But is concentrated at a point in space, on a street, behind a door. That's you'll want to escape and return, and escape, and again, again and again throughout my life.
My house I built myself.

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Sleeping in black and white.

I know nothing about the night.

I know the fear. I have memories from when I was really (really) a sad person, and when I thought I had overcome one day, and was still alive, then, suddenly, I had the night and had to sleep with her.
I did not want.
other morning I just wanted to try and fail again. They
all those other mornings, and all of them missed.

do not know what's wrong with me at night. I do not know if I leave my body and go elsewhere.
The mystery of it all is that when I wake up, I'm pale person in the world. As a vampire who goes out, and by the hour and the morning races, I catching color.

sleep in black and white, that is. I go back. I am a Stieglitz photograph. I'm a film by Frank Borzage. I'm negative. I'm from wool.

before yesterday morning I woke up so pale that it seemed transparent. I think if I had struggled a bit, have gotten away (and if I disappear, do not look at the wells, mud stains that you dress so nice).

People looked at me strangely and three different people told me I was 'naive'. Candida.
Candida is one of those words that I know without actually knowing its true meaning. So I got home and I looked in the dictionary. Candide: color snow or milk.

And it snowed. Perhaps mimicry. Empathy. Vampirism. I melt the snow. One day disappear from the target.

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It was so bad that really did not like anyone.
Thus the ratio of the result / preparation is the worst of what I have been involved.
And large shoal was that I did not even know all the locations. Not everywhere, I was ready.
How bad somehow.

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yesterday I was at a concert Pelagia. She nyashechka. Detailed letter

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dismal regular

Last night I was pretty successful in their eyes boys, who came from the main house in the home. Twenty-four hours later
I squandered my youth Ignoramus, ignorant, which he wants to run away anymore.
In fact, I have changed nothing.

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adoration Fincher Post

This post - a short film revue Fincher, who I watched.
Alien 3 (1992) - the only film about the strangers, which I watched. A good movie.
Game (1997) - a masterpiece that stands watch over. Keeps the voltage until the end.
Fight Club (1999) - a cult movie, keep in suspense until the end.
Social Network (2010) - a strange film. Attracts attention to the screen for the entire film.
short, Fincher has officially entered into the category of my favorite directors. Able to draw attention to the characters and character development.
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PS Social Network - a good movie. Although it is reminiscent of the BC and Game.

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The taste of pomegranates.

At 19 years, in my first year in Barcelona, Chema and I had serious marital problems.
hard for me to do one thing at a time, whether to brush my teeth, watching TV or dry my hair. Thanks to my anxiety, I have to accompany all my actions of another complementary will not be that escape me time too quickly.
is why every time you watch a movie (and saw between 1 and 4 per day), I had to be chopping something, what would last long enough to cover all the footage? Bag pipes.
Obviously, Chema hated me to death every time he pipes creeks to open and wanted to kill me every second, but I could not stand still just looking at the screen without doing anything with my hands, I could hardly horrors.

One day we went to the Cinematheque to see 'As wedding Deus', a stunning and hypnotic film João César Monteiro. I will never forget that image of the girl eating a pomegranate, so sex, red slipping from his mouth, the juice streaming down his neck, regardless of dirt, reeling wildly, as if eating from the same animal entrails of a freshly caught.
found the solution in the cinema: I started to eat a grenade film, and grain to grain occupied the minutes with the hive.
never had much red in the mouth as this year.



I remember all this because on Saturday I bought grenades on the market, you know, for old times sake.

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Russian does not offer - the map editor is unreadable.

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It's me, I was able to first write on wikipedia Old that full yet ended!
Even ssylochku to put down! ^______^
Sorry that's all very anonymous and no one will assess: (

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Night

Due to the fact that I can not sleep because of some "genius" ideas of the post.

As sorry, that everyone who knows how to equip our country are already working taxi drivers or hairdressers!
anecdote instead epigraph

Yesterday once more talk Yegorushka the proper world order. After Egor spoke in the spirit of "There are two types of actions - for one do not need to be punished for others should be killed!" I was scared. I am not haunted by the idea that I live with Kira and on occasion he would kill me and not ask for forgiveness. Because his system of values I represent evil, for I bring the world more harm than good.
my neighbor's reasoning is absolutely logical and consistent in its immorality. That is, if only to reject postulate of the inestimable value of each individual human life, they are totally reasonable. Like Cyrus, he wants only good all _{remaining after guidance ideal order} , though so far assumes no responsibility with all the sheep astray change.
But nothing a couple of years in the game of global strategy ^{Paradox and Creative Assembly} and he put up with this for his role.
Hopefully, if the Death Note falls to Yegor, I'll still shinigami. Then at least Lulzim polovlyu. But in general I'm afraid.

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Not today, not now, and you always say no.

"When he fell in love Azu spent much love for her to be the only thing causing him pain. No know where in the body ached, and he became very nervous not being able to be played where I felt the emptiness. He believed that all pain can point fingers, just as a city is located on a map. Even called Azu, when we was unbearable, to tell him the part of his body where he had gotten Azuzena chips. I thought she nailed petals carry as blades inside and hurt so badly that went to the doctor. She was diagnosed with neurosis. [...]

The boy married the austerity of his blood and the recollection of each heartbeat. He became sullen and silent. No one there. He was walking home as if it could cross walls and behaved the same way day and night, doing the same things in light or dark. No one will stand and Samuel each day was more strongly in Samuel. "

Men of goodwill (Sergio Algora).

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the day, night.

the afternoon I'm in the room and Joy comes to tell the story of how last night accompanied home a man with a vest and John Lennon glasses jazz dancing in the middle of a nightclub. He says he likes it, perhaps, and expected to be good in bed, because it will leave immediately. I also said that she left her last boyfriend because he had a beard and stung when he kissed her.'re crazy, and he said I did what I wanted.
He says he wants to take me to the cabaret, I feel really good there, which is full of smart men who drink wine and talk for hours without stopping. I think today, Friday, I go with Joy anywhere. So I wonder.

tells me that this afternoon is going to a village 70 km from Avignon, to watch her drama teacher opened a library with a clown show for children. I think there, I lost nothing, but nor do I have nothing to lose there, so I decide to go with it.

But before that, and Corina Alba I ring. We're going to take a walk to find our Bar Avignon Winter. Is Our core having a Winter Bar. Should serve tea, have sofas, no chairs, not too dark, not too light, present but not annoying music, nice owners, be hot.
release the disposable camera that gave me a few days ago sacándole a photo to a store that had lots of watches absolutely beautiful, and I think in the life of a man who lives between tics and lives in ticks, where there is a second, but the sound of a thousand seconds at a time, untimely, perhaps ironically, and time runs at the speed of light, pressured by the rush of countless needle mechanisms.

And after that, I turn to mess with Joy in the car. He tells me I'm beautiful, and do not understand why he says this, but I appreciate it, and then when we got there, me as your favorite roommate. His teacher was amazed to hear me speak because they say I'm trop mignon (you know how people like a foreign accent) and I wonder why if I'm so trop Mignone, I have no boyfriend. There

arrived at 19:30 pm and the show started at 18:00, and it's funny to have led both to nothing, so I'm talking to a lovely man and a giant nose and help them remove all the scenarios. I get blood on hand. Give me one, two glasses of wine rouge, cream and olives, too.

Joy invited me to dinner at a Moroccan restaurant to compensate for making me go there at all (nothing at all, I think), and the food is delicious, and take a mint tea that filled my mouth with green.



Five children age 7 and smoke down the street and they have a crutch. They run towards us and I'm scared because we happen to hit the shoulders. They look strangely and shouting at us that if we go back to look at them as well, we hit a beating. I think they are very intelligent, could not go to bat down the street like that, but can take five crutches and kill anyone they please, or simply open the head or have a bit of ultraviolence, and made me think of 'Children of the Corn', and I was afraid during the whole trip back.

When we got home John Lennon is hoping to Joy, and there are more people, more people in my class, who have been drinking. I shot with them on the couch and I prepare the tea last night, talking about whatever.

I come into the room to write this because I can not close our eyes and Joy comes to me for advice about John Lennon. He's charming, your corpse. I wish they would not have shot so many times. I think you should call. Send a message that says' t'es très beau, tu sais. "
Then skip a song by Jean Ferrat and I get to sing with my bad accent, and Joy lying on my bed, showing me her umbilicus (belly button makes me think how I wish that were the navel navel She and able to support my head on him and kiss him with terrible slowness) and could not stop laughing I said 'ah, tu es tellement folie. "

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Sorry, Never Been too good at happy endings.

this morning watching the new film by Spike Jonze, I'm here, at that final critical moment I wondered, how will it end?
It happens many times that, although the film forward, my mind stops and imagines the writer at his desk with papers and disheveled hair, with that bleeding love story between his hands, and getting the same question, how will it end?



Some I already know them. Teachers
melodrama, Douglas Sirk's devotees, I know what love's tragedies, suicides last minute, death at close range, heartbreaking tears, the last breath, weakness of the Bolsheviks. They often want to them.

Others sugar lovers tongue prefer Amélie Nino Quincampoix and be happy forever. Never allow that whoever is the chair out of the room wanting to shoot himself, but quite the contrary. They also like me, somehow.

And then there are the undecided. Those who prefer to cut frames, stop here. The final interrupted, you watch that scene and suddenly a fool puts his head and allow you to see how it all over. The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Clementine and Joel assumption is right, all right, and fade to black. Always a fade to black violent and unexpected, a broken sigh.

And I, who once wanted to be and I was in no, I have nothing to do with these people, but I have memories, and I remember the first story I could write and record, I did the same question again come the end, how will it end?

The story was simple: boy loses girl, girl returns repentant boy is not home, and as is well known in the film, was not home at the right time means losing your last chance forever. I recorded a happy ending. He ran to the door and finally found a short behind all disagreements.
But when I got to ride it, what do I know, I was sad, I wanted to love and love, so I got a fade to black of these violent and unexpected eliminating all that and staying with the bitter. Were not home, fuck you, you lost forever.

In one of the many revisions before final assembly, someone, I think David Oliva, realized one thing. In the last scene, just before the fade to black, you could feel the boy, blue, run out the door to look. I was funny and finally, was what made me happier: I had no choice. It was a sad ending, not happy, people could choose what he wanted to imagine that happening then construct their own history. Choose between receiving or not this guy running behind the door and change everything completely. Choose between seeing and looking, as usual.

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communication. L'intériorité

Floor me a dinner with sushi, wine and raspberry pie.

One, Anais, wanted to give me a massage. She studied osteopathy, has a large and comfy couch for massages, and lots of bottles with scents that smell just plain wrong, and she loves to massage over all things.

I take off my shirt, I unfastened my bra, and I lie. Start massaging, slowly, but forcefully. And he says many things with his hands. With his mouth too, but still there that language barrier. I can understand what he says, semantically, but not-yet-I can reach the true depth of his words. Expressions, fear, the sadness, all that. A film by Jim Jarmusch, a wall, the isolation.

Then, with his hands on my shoulder blades started to tell me, softly, as if afraid to disturb my inspirations and expirations:
you know? I do not know if you know it. I do not know if you know that my mother died when I was very young, in a car accident. we are three brothers, and then my father, he did very hard to raise us alone. I was sad, crying day and night. and then suddenly stopped talking. ceased to speak to the three for months, but every night before bed, giving us a massage. and that was how we communicated, we said things with his hands, we wanted, he was sorry, that was sad but had to be strong for us. we loved very much, although we do not talk with your mouth.

I found a lovely story, so, with that light in particular, with the sound environment, told in French, next to a skeleton much taller than me you have in your room to study, with goose bumps because nights are so cold.

tonight This is how the communication is different from other touch.

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Relase

Title: Rip Release

Written by: Uchiha Deidi F. Carrido

Category:

Yaoi Couple: Prumano (Prussia x Romano)

Warnings: Character Death

Summary: "These tears shed, they should always be for the same reason others see you hurt me, How much more do I have to endure? ... Why deny our love! -

Thanks: ahem, I thank you as I always do, my advice Izhi (Scatha) for telling me how the story goes, by zapearme xD by neglecting my writing and for being my Word XD hahaha literally, she analyzes the text as my Word for reasons unknown to myself I added some accents ... Ape Mille Grazie! "The squeeze-you are great!

N / A: Oh god XD good this fic came after you hear a song, aha, aha, vocaloid fans will know is "Rip Release" of Megurine Luka. The idea came to me after listening to a beautiful fandub in Gaytube, god I love the lyrics to make fiction so here's the result I hope you like and do not kill me for the story reading XD I leave

nwn

... Prologue

His gaze was off, his face showed only a sad smile, looked at the deed he had done a couple of hours, that action that made him smile with bitterness, he was wrong to have done that look Crimson lost its luster, however, was happy ... happy because he had finally finished with the cause of your pain. Squeezed the gun he had in his hands, while a sharp pain was present in his abdomen, laughed softly.

"I said you denied at the time was weak to stand, using as support the wall would have saved us this, if your heart just would have been mine-

looked at his hands, stained by his blood and a little by the blood of others, at this time a wicked tear escaped her eye, however , her smile did not disappear.

...

Endnotes: Yes, I know, is a bit confusing and a little ahem, short, but only the prologue is being good and I'm working on the next chapter that would be "Spice" Tea nwn nganme patience promise as quickly as possible to bring the chapter 1, I think and I say I will be 2 chapters only: 3 ok hope you liked and see until the next chapter

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TABLE LOVING Rip [Prussia / Spain]

OK! after much thinking and thinking, I decide XD seeeee alfin I have not to do so makes a table in the muse hetalina OwO yei xD I hope you like ....

Cliam: Prussia / Spain
To: musa_hetaliana
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia



NOW FINISHED AT LAST! Owo

1. Friction		2. Hands
3. Caricia		4. Embrace
5. Kiss		-	-

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The couple is rare and little-used but nice XDD nwn

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terrible.

This morning I went to my first class in French. The teacher is an actress and is hopelessly expressive. She wore a white dress and boots and moved frantically from side to side. Underwear taught many times.

tried to concentrate on the words in the language, fill them with gestures to overcome my shortcomings language.

Then suddenly he began to talk about something she called "l'intériorité terrible." The mere concept and seemed incredibly beautiful. We talked about the cruelty that is so close to the skin in children, that crush snails and they tear the wings off butterflies and yell at other kids' no longer want to be your friend, 'or,' I do not love you 'and do harm to anyone around them seeking shelter and forgiveness following his innocence. And talked about how when growing up, cruelty was one of the few things we left. The most dangerous power that man has is that of being cruel to another, to exercise such damage. We are creators of pain, day after day. He also spoke of the violence of the feelings, as it must, must, needs to be some hint of evil behind the feelings. Homo homini lupus. The word he used was 'Rage' is not just anger but more than that.

course, all these things I can musta invented by my state of lost in translation and use them at my leisure, I, creative pain. At the end of the day, my inner terrible also accompanied me to school. There

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The image, the concept. Poison

for me, too many noteworthy ideas in 'You Will Meet a tall dark stranger. " However, there is an absolutely brilliant plan. Of those little edges that make you remember who is Woody Allen and why all his films have always been a must to the movies.

The protagonist, you know, it's always me and always you, happily married to a beautiful, intelligent blonde, becomes obsessed with the neighbor across the street floor, which looks out the window every day for hours . The Muse (because do not let the muses, the muses do not let go) of the dime novel that is his life.

always dressed in red, heart and black hair. Music, skin, Poetry and incarnate romance behind the glass open, low in the frame, as everything that you can only see so far because closer is always (always) a mistake.



And is the story of all history. Wants it because it does not, and wants all the imaginary and empty it, the void that put all their creativity, as I confess, I loved the mystery more than I ever love any man or woman this body in my bed. Finally

muse stays with him, and me (and you) and we all moved to the floor of the girl who always wears red. And then it happens that hint. Being in the same room from which had always provided, then looks up and sees her, his (now ex) wife, transparent skin that during all those years stuck to his side, and stops his gaze for a , two, three seconds. Undressing, in the dim light, too little underwear. Beautiful, amazing, charming. So far, so close.
And within that plane (same frame, same picture, same composition, a brief plane simple and dumb that says it all), the viewer is shocked and think of all the beauty rejected, changed to one that believed differently or better question, and we realize that no one has ever definitively that if it is better to have nothing and want everything, or have it all, and not wanting any of those things.

And now, as we know, if the Muses're light, the shadows protect you from someone like you.

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and bread, French champagne, see how sharing a bed and share your thirst. Want

Tonight was a table on a balcony, the lights off except for a small black candle with apple scent, a smell that does not matter, because you lose the mistral.
was cheese, not strong enough to be still strong, a bit of bread and wine into the glasses wrong.

Most of the time I want to be in all places at once, I feel sorry for all those places or conversations that I'm missing, rather than pleasure from that which I have chosen to enjoy. The pain of choice is a pain I'd never chosen. Maybe one of these nights, here, without thinking, with wine, bread, cheese, sailing, find a relative comfort and not think about each time interval to be with you, with him, with her.

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only a fall

Title: Just a drop

Writer: Dark F. Carrido

Category: Shonen Ai

Couple: Roman / Southern Italy (Lovino) X Northern Italy (Feliciano)

Warnings: Incest

Summary: An afternoon of brothers. -Nii-chan, you have a strange way to express jealousy. - I told you are not silenced ...!- smile to see the Venetian-B-Well ... maybe if you are ...-

Acknowledgements: I thank my advisor Scatha (Izhi) X3 that every time I write it tells me if I do well or not and gives me ideas when I choke on something and also helped me with German bee X3 Grazie Mille!

Disclaimer: Hetalia All characters are owned by Hidekazu Himaruya

"Only a drop "

She was calmly sitting on the couch ;, with a face that reflected more clearly that discomfort, boredom. The day had been a bit boring for most of the Italians, and schemes to combat their boredom usually used to yell majaderíay half to Spain, but today was at home his younger brother, who had invited him to spend a little sibling, but nevertheless, Feliciano had forgotten that Germany had training. "That baka

whispered, referring to his brother - How long does your damn training? Said annoyed Tsk, I do not know why he prefers to be with the male-potatoes-

Sigh much more trouble, lying on the couch, closing his eyes and trying to forget the anger I felt. He had begun to relax when the sound of the door opening caught his attention, he immediately knew he had arrived Venetian.

- Nii-chan! - He yelled from the entrance - Reach! -

continues in his position, lying with his eyes still closed. "I'm

delay, nii-chan ...- spoke to reach the hall and gave a goofy smile, Germany got a little tighter and you know, heh-river nervous

"Never mind," said "Even if I had a damn day so boring, hey have you considered putting a little more entertainment to your home?, of course!, and now you spend more with that he opened his eyes ...- and his sentence was interrupted when she noticed the condition in which the child came.

The sailor clothes, classical training and was full of dirt on his knees could Rapone noted some reflecting an ugly and painful fall. His face had a scratch, that may have occurred in the same, if not in another a little stronger, this was a little hidden by a bandage that covered only a very small or piece of the wound.

- For the most holy ... Feliciano you step! - Stood up and approached a little less

Italiano

"I come ... I come to train," she smiled even more nervous

- What train?, It seems that Arthur cejón chased you from the house of the male-potatoes and you fell you by baka! -

scolding him, Nii-chan, calm, kept his smile but yet his eyes were a little sad "Yes, I fell but was not because of England-sama, this ... this happened in training, I ... "Began to play with their index fingers and under the eyes-I mad to Germany and I ...-

- That damned German potato mutant! - interrupted the explanation of his brother - But this is not going to save ...!-

Lovino approached his brother taking his arm and helping him to sit on the couch which minutes earlier had been lying. Without saying a word BATHING way toward the back minutes later with the first aid kit, which opened and this bag, alcohol and gauze to heal the wounds of the Venetian, who maintained his eyes downcast. I had noticed that his brother would use that liquid burning like a thousand demons, but this time instead of protesting, whining or anything like chestnut less kept quiet. For its part Lovino had driven into the ground in order to heal those wounds in the knees of baka-Ototo was exploding with anger as one of the gauze put a little alcohol, hated to die under the Germans and hated even more than Feliciano spend more time with him, he knew, was jealous of the male-potato , for the simple fact that her younger brother paid more attention him, but it cost too much to admit it, Lovino Vargas would not admit that he was jealous.

uncomfortable silence had been formed in the room, which was broken by the larger brown.

- Who is believed to be the beefy, macho-potato? - Said annoyed as he began to clean the scrape of the right knee of the Italian under-Nh

& mdash ... , was the answer to the burning of the alcohol that caused him

-As if the great thing, giving orders, shouting here and there ... damn believed "He paused to scold, just to change the gauze that was already stained with blood and dirt from the wound And your Feliciano, why do not you defend yourself? - done alcohol in a new gauze and proceeded to clean his left knee "You've never known it, since I lived with four eyes of Austria-continuous scolding as he continued with his work" Do not know the rage that gives me not being able to tell their truths,

- Fratello - I speak first Venetian "You must not do, you know that Germany ... I want to, he did not intentionally ... the fall was my fault

Romano responded to this and only dedicated to continue its work. I knew you would defend him, as usual and that made him angry ... lot. Ending with what he did, I put two new dressings on both knees, adhering with some micropore tape. He looked up, noticing ... just ... sad countenance less brown.

- Feliciano? - I call

-Nii-chan ... I'm sorry, "he said hoarsely Sorry to be a nuisance ... a wicked tear slid down her cheek" You know I would be strong, put aside my cobardíay be an exemplary soldier smiled wistfully ; a-way Germany was not angry with me, the Allies did not attack us so much and you ... you'd be proud of me, his smile faded

The biggest Feliciano maintained his view, but But he said nothing at all. Seconds passed and in complete silence, began to pick up things he used to meet the injured knees Venetian, take a seat beside him and gently took his brother's face to turn it a bit so we can remove that bandage on his cheek.

-I-ITAE-Feliciano complained when the bandage was completely detached

...-

"You know I speak at length should not worry about that ...- said, while putting some alcohol in a new gauze-Cowardice is something we have naturally, began to clean the wound, we like a good Italian-

- Nii-chan? "I call him surprised, forgetting is his cheek burning liquid that caused him

-addition, Ludwig love you like you said after finished paste gauze on the cheek of his brother

- Fratello, Did you call him by his name -

-Etto ... Yeah, ... do not like to tell male -potato , right? "avoiding the gaze of the child as he put everything he had used in the kit

A smile accompanied with a small blush was present in Feliciano, he knew that he had a hard time expressing Lovino. He knew perfectly well about those jealousy he felt when he spent more time with the German. And before Romano stand up the child he was arrested with a hug, taking by surprise with his brother.

- What's Feliciano "asked

- Mille Grazie," he said in a whisper dropping to as

- Prego Venetian-dump to see that smile enthusiastically noting that characterizes very well to her little brother

- Germany I will tell you called him by name, "he cried with emotion and forgetting the pain of their knees, stood up and ran towards the entrance

- What? ... "That !...¡ Feliciano Vargas do not you dare!" He hastened to follow but to reach the door, there he was, standing, smiling with derision - Do not you dare baka! & Mdash ;

Was not going to do, well maybe you just diríaa Prussia nii-chan "He gestured to be thinking

" No, no, no "A nervous tic was present in his little eye-That Prussian is worse than the male-potato, No, Venetian, "shouted

The smaller brown began to laugh to see the expressions of his older brother.

-Nii-chan you know if I'll always do, kept his smile

-Hm-grimaced in disgust at what was said by Feliciano-Te I would not keep seeing that chunky potatoes, y. .. you listen to me? - arms crossed, Bueno

but at that time as well, and Ludwig ... I was his ally rio Romano

nervously stood at the same position, arms crossed and with a grimace of disgust on his face. Bufo angrily and turned around to return to the room followed by his brother.

-Roman-nii-chan, "she called, but named no turning ... You should not even have him jealous Doitsu said quietly

- Jealousy? - Lovino said in surprise, turning & facing-Feliciano, "What makes you think that I, I have jealousy in that ... that idiot, chunky, potato mutant-sigh in frustration - Che palle! -

-Nii-chan, -dich beruhigen stopped abruptly at what he said ... say tranquillo etto fratello-

laughed nervously - Fe-Feliciano, a twitch in his little eye was present for the second time in the day-to-finish of ... I speak German! "I cried more than annoying, as it may be possible that you're leaving and influenced by that ... for that ... stronzo ! -

-Nii-chan, do not get mad ... just, only that word and I do not even say ...- more nervous, trying to calm Lovino

- Sta Zitto niente che non Capisci "interrupted the child

Feliciano said this was limited to listening and every one of the rude dirigíaa her brother Ludwig.

- Ahh, smerdato ! ... Feliciano I swear that when you see that idiot potatoes, not going a. ..-

His threat was interrupted by a child's giggle, I look surprised Lovino strangely, was insulting to Germany with all the rudeness , as it was known in Italian and adding some had heard from Spain.

- What the hell's so funny? - Asked folding his arms

-Nii-chan, you have a strange way of expressing jealousy

kept her smile - I told you are not silenced ...!- to see the smile of Venetian-B "Well ... maybe if you are ... But that does not mean that you are entering your stupid culture ...!- be interrupted again but this time for a hug

& mdash ; Tonto nii-chan, you know I love to Doitsu, we are allies, we train together, but he can never take your place because you are my brother, my family and the only one who cares much to my

-Venetian-

said in a whisper a little surprised by the words spoken by the name, corresponds to the embrace of lower-

which also taught me that word in German was Prussia -nii-chan ... ~-Vee with a mocking tonito

broke the hug to see, again, angry at his younger brother - demo ...?, What Ahh! & mdash ;

The youngest of Italy had made him over to his brother, causing this silent and back to the floor. A groan pain by listening Lovino was accompanied by the laughter of Feliciano silly.

-ITAE

...¡¿ Venetian with you? - Romano

yelled "Just ... I wanted to do, Vee ~ - answered the other holding his smile and his face a little closer to the greatest

- You know that really hurt, baka? ... And you ... you are so annoying ...- already noticed, until now, the position in which they were, which was something uncomfortable-B-Lo ... you, "he said

nervousness was thinking wrong and therefore cursed, cursed the same way to the Venetian, if not for its action a few times now tirársele above would not be in that situation . Was it possible?, He was your brother, I was thinking wrong things at the same time.

A blush appeared on her cheeks, which was quite visible, smiled depressive side as an aura around him, "I'm a mental patient," alleged in his mind the older brother

- "Hn? ... Nii-chan why are rojito "neee? - Ask as stinging right cheek

Lovino

-N-No I do not ...-

- Fratello, you blush could be seen from Doitsu house-

- Why always you put the conversation Ela, Feliciano me these ...!-

was silence in that time, the screams of Romano had ceased to feel the lips of her little brother on his own. That action had been taken by surprise, stood still, static before that I did not know how to react at that time and increase their surprise to hear his silly-Ototo was good with his mouth that, how was that possible! .. . Do we practiced with Ludwig?, "His training was that?. These and more questions came to his mind but decided not to think less of the Germans, why do it?, Just ruin the strange but cute moment with Venetian. Correspond to began to kiss, which had become one Gentle and shy to a deep and passionate.

broke the kiss in the absence of oxygen, Romano blush had risen and looked with uncertainty at the least who only smiled tenderly.

- Why ... Venetian ... you? -

- Now if I think I love you more than Doitsu? - Again approached the Lovino face, hitting his forehead with this-Tal You may think I'm mentally ill for wanting things how are you with you, Vee ~? -

-Tsk- side smiled "It's family, brother ... is family-

- Ai Shuteru - said the child with a mocking tone

- A" Now in Japanese? & mdash ; said

-Vee annoying ~, then why Je t'aime "" goofy

giggled

"You're a baka-sigh heavily

" I like learning languages Nii-chan angry, "he said smiling" But we hear better that way ... Ti voglio bene, fratello -

"Yes," smiled "You hear a lot better," said this

rejoined his lips in a kiss more passionate than before, paving the way for the caress as much, but much more s.

Dictionary ...

* Fratello: (Italiano) Brother

* Mille Grazie: (Italiano)

Thank * Prego: (Italiano) You're welcome

* Che Palle!: (Italian) That is like saying a nuisance!

* beruhigen dich: (German) Quiet and calm down

* Tranquillo: (Italiano) Quiet (XD)

* stronzo: ( Italian) or Great Bastardo Bastardo

* Sta Zitto niente che non Capisci: (Italiano) shut your do not understand anything (: 3)

* Smerdato: (Italian ) Shit (: 3)

* Ai Shiteru: (Japanese) I love you

* Je t'aime : (French) I love you

* Ti voglio bene: ( Italian) I love you

N / A:

Well guys I am a beginner Hetalia writing about this story is being the first on this anime, I love many couples and one couple is made by Italian brothers w look so cute: D so I decided that my first serious fic them. No more reading and I leave at the end of the fic ...

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Ciao! Well, the LJ

already had created from two weeks ago and so far I upload something decent = w = Well, I'll post my fics here and also those of friends 8D sure if I left.

But first I have to learn to move you to this page XD since I am novice but I learn fast, that's one advantage I have.

Well it's time to talk about me!

Everyone knows me as Deidi Uchiha F. Carrido (These last two names are new), I have 18 years old and live in a small village hidden by Guanajuato.

fujoshi of heart and I'm so happy, I LOVE yaoi and is a trauma that no one will be able to remove me, not the most powerful god could do it there!.

I suffer a serious disease with no cure and can be contagious, even deadly ... seee Hetalitis suffer from, and I've reached the point where I love the series and I can not let it XD I do not want to do so as well ... a series so, bishonen and * w * OMG!.

My favorite couples in this anime good are many, many, either in Spain to be uke, I like * w * I like the Roman Españax XD but not much, I LOVE x Romano OwO Prussia, is a cute couple, and who needs love and much uwu. I'ma fan of Ludwig Feli x * w * without doubt one of the most tender is in Hetalia and I can not be denied kesesese ~....

Other couples that I like here are the UK x Spain * w * are sexy together, pirates super mega hot ... speechless = w =....

XDD Well there are many more and if I can not quite put OwO these are a few things from my nwn I hope you read my stories or see what you get to put here.

I say goodbye!! Arrivederci

~!!!!

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"To think that this day the United States was no longer part of the British Empire. Happy American Independence Day "

(Friends are calling you at 12 at night to wrap the American anthem by phone xD)

Thank you for your greetings ~ I appreciate very much; A;

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Beautiful Japanese fanarts

He was diving on deviantart when I ran into something beautiful!.

Yuuram are some beautiful patterns. And of course, is everything a cupcake Wolfram * drool *.


In the first we see the couple contemplating each other and holding hands. Wolfram is an expression somewhat insecure, as if afraid that Yuuri reject a touch of a push. And Yuuri has the face of not knowing quite what to do, as you notice something that puzzled.
Sniff, pair of lovebirds timid.

In the second it seems that the relationship is progressing. Yuuri and Wolfram are reading in bed, er, and Wolfram is with an outfit that is both adorable and provocative. And it seems that Yuuri is a little nervous, um, and stroking his head.

The third picture shows Yuuri and Wolfram lying comfortably seated at his side. They have their heads close together, are not they adorable?.

In the following we see a very Yuri like arms surround with Wolfram. They are taking a quiet ride. What a beautiful scene. Ahem, and the relationship progresses.

Now that Yuri has finally accepted that it can not contain his love for Wolfram has talked with his young fiancé and has made the expected question ... Snifffffffffff
! Who would not cry at this wedding?. Wolfram Finally!, And can give the desired yes!


Links:

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2:
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3:
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4:
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5:
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Fanfic: Hikari II

Title: Hikari II

original idea and author: Sehr Kou

Review: Last always haunts us, but although we all see the same thing all change in the light of the eyes to look.

Genres: Romance, Drama.

Rating: PG-13

Timeline: Post 2nd season.

Warnings: Shonen-ai, Character Revival.

started and ended: May 9, 2010

Disclaimer: "Kyo Kara Maoh!" And all its characters concerning are copyrighted by Tomo Takabayashi along with their respective partners. This work is only the realization of a fan of the original work with no intention or to profit from it.

HIKARI II ∙ ∙

Bailing? The five idiots in front of him must have the brain made shit, rescue what? Does happiness?

notes through the window of the crashing waves not far from there, the point where it was found and saved, the point where his life began.

Listen explanations given by the man with black hair and eyes with glasses Anselet his master and mistress. At least this man's words are clear and calm in contrast to those of that other man with black hair, but does not care what you say. What is a noble mazoku?, "Promised the Maoh?, What has mother and siblings, a family eagerly awaits? All this and still no matter what sabíay.

His whole world and happiness with Anselet begin and end with him. Nothing and no one else matters, nor the wife nor the world he left behind when he was about to die.

instinctively Take your index and middle fingers to walk the thin scar on his right temple, conveniently hidden under her golden hair, the only physical sign of their total loss of memories before to be found by Anselet and his guard. Escalofríoy feels a close your eyes momentarily, perhaps your mind this devoid of memories, but his body seems to be the opposite, you feel a total and profound terror of the other double-black remains silent and whose eyes feel persistently about it is as if this man could do with it what he wanted, as if the suffering he must have suffered before disappearing on Ela hovered waiting to torment again.

you remember the words I use Anselet long to explain his discovery, his true identity and the apparent owing to their amnesia. You may also remember the disappointment on his face when detailed his relationship with the Demon King apparently never thought to the derision of demon and human kingdoms kingdom allies outside it. It was inconceivable that with his appearance, lavished affection and achievements of which he had heard had made had been so poorly paid.

At that time, despite the insistence of the noble young man who refused to seek rescue those left behind, they will meant nothing now and apparently the feeling was the same for them forever, how else could all this be allowed?

whore A mother who kept her attentions to the promised offer of his own child or even tempt you with other women? No thanks, even some wild animals were more maternal.

A brother who had ignored all her life and only came to attention when he could be of service? Adelice is even better that although she is the wife of the man whose bed share.

Another brother who seemed bent on getting into the sheets of his king at every opportunity and did not hesitate to leave him to fend for themselves to danger? Passed, was very good and very comfortable in where and with whom he was.

A complete family saw it as the best possible link to the throne? Again, preferred a pack of wild animals for company, at least they would be sincere in its intentions to devour.

A promised that he despised all the time and place, he entertained the despised but keep on a leash at your side and not restricted to show their preference for the company of women in bed? It had been a stupid masochist but not anymore.

Anselet is your love and happiness, and Wisteria home. Shin Makoku not meant more shame, pain and humiliation. Why then return?

N / A: suddenly occurred to me this small then the moment I was reborn that deep disdain for the people that surround Wolfram, especially Yuri. I had already imagined this but I had no words to express it, this was the time and then probably start another small but then hang. I welcome your comments!

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Fanfic: Fanfic

Title: Hikari

original idea and author: Sehr Kou

Review: They always return to us these last words listen.

Genres: Romance, Angst.

Rating: PG-13

Timeline: Post 2nd season.

Warnings: Shonen-ai, Character Death.

started and ended: March 20, 2010

Disclaimer: "Kyo Kara Maoh! and all its characters are copyright concerning Tomo Takabayashi along with their respective partners. This work is only the realization of a fan of the original work without the intention either to profit from it.

∙ ∙ HIKARI

"I do not love you", those words had echoed in his head so hard for hours and then disappear leaving a dull ache in his chest, just confirmation of what was he already knew, Yuuri's heart will never belong.

faint now seeing falling into the arms of Conrad for ignoring his warning of recalls poisoned anyone so selfish and would love to forget this cruel world and that young man dropped to death awaits you a few steps at the hands of his enemies but he is not as selfish as everyone thinks or a madman poisoned by love.

Yuuri is the king, the Maoh who saved the world and gave new hope to their race.

drew his sword and in a way never before shown to anyone able to completely free, whispers a prayer on the edge of his weapon to honor her vows as a member of the Ten Families.

Conrad draws his sword swiftly moving despite the weight restriction imposed Yuuri dead, smiles when he sees an opportunity and know that your brother has also noticed the small opening at their attackers, makes a single gesture and makes an attack.

His Majesty is safe and that's all that matters.

walls and pillars of fire rise as your will and as a passionate dance handles all around, feel your life slip through his fingers but no matter, there are still more enemies that could Yuuri and Conrad reach if allowed. This is their duty to safeguard life and heart of the Maoh, this will end everything.

Notes site remains stunned, horrified by what he has before his eyes, but especially baffled by the bloody sword in the middle of steaming clear. Notes with those black eyes to Yozak take the cloth tied on the hilt but when I repeated what was written on it feels the world warp around, it is not possible.

"Al great Maoh, that the blood of a bitch whose spent his calm other burning sheets. "

and unconscious, that other part of him that lives repressed in the corners of his being emerges and everyone watches his pain, thunder and lightning, high winds and a storm forms, but their suffering does not end. I have stolen her light.

N / A: Well, I felt like writing this, I have an idea that would come after the truth but prefer not to embark with more long-term projects, if anyone cares to do more with this feel free to ask, it would be interesting to know your idea.

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Hikari Ai Shiteru

Title: Ai Shiteru

original idea and author: Sehr Kou

Review: It is the day of his wedding but Wolfram has his doubts.

Genres: Romance.

Rating: PG

Timeline: Post 2nd season.

Warnings: Shonen-ai.

started and ended: March 10, 2010

Disclaimer: "Kyo Kara Maoh! "And all its characters are copyright concerning Tomo Takabayashi along with their respective partners. This work is only the realization of a fan of the original work without the intention either to profit from it.

AI Shiteru

could hear the performers play their stringed instruments, the soft tones bittersweet sliding around the place, was my favorite tune and my mother sabíaa when talking with the artists .

When the notes came slow and dark my uncle grabbed me encouraging me to move at their side towards the altar, where Ulrike and the Great Sage hoped and before which stood Yuuri back to me. A shiver ran down my spine and stopped before passing the first row of guests, was a beautiful day for a wedding outdoors but I felt I could be making the biggest mistake of my life.

I stepped back frightened gasps were heard from most people's surprise, my uncle whispered his confusion as he put his hand on my back to resume my progress, I could not. I noticed Gwendal advance to find out what happened but Anissina firm hand on his arm stopped him, the world spun around me and the terror bubbled inside me like an unstoppable fire.

Yuuri never wanted this marriage from the beginning, this wedding was all the work of the ten nobles and political pressure, what demon was condemned to Yuri and me ;?

atrásy Another step closer to my fiance looked around, confused and surprised at what I was doing. Maybe he did not have the guts to do this but I do, so ignore everything and everyone just ran, I ran desperately happy throwing the veil on the ground along with the heavy and elaborate white gown. I heard the screams and horrified amazement of the guests, my uncle called me before something so quiet, not turned around to find out what it was, but surprisingly did not manage to get too far when the voice boomed calling Yuuri for me, I stood confused and I saw him running toward me excitedly, before I saw horrified to resume my career. I can not imagine what went through the minds of guests at the scene at that time.

somehow managed almost Gross catch up and rush came over me to stop, so you actually worked very well. We rolled on the grass and ended with him about me, I felt the tears running down my cheeks as her face was troubled. I do not remember muttering as he leaned against me but I remember clearly his whisper in my ear, "Have you stopped loving me?". I cried, cried so much at that moment that scared to Yuuri, who begged me for forgiveness and I did not even know why.

"I love you I love you so. Forgive me, just forgive me. "I could not believe what he said as his thumb trying to dry my tears and began to mourn hits so that you feel ripped the heart n, followed perdóny asking how long we do not know that way until I calmed down and felt defeated expression, I could barely whisper "never" and he did not understand until I stroked his face and cleared it, "I never stopped loving you."

Then he kissed me, kissed me so hungry I left desesperacióny dizzy when we parted.

We were such kids running one after the other in circles.

He helped me up and took me in his arms, begging between light kisses butterfly on my face that I marry him. After all the uproar provoked finished blushing and mumbling a shy "yes" that tore a laugh that made my heart to hear it.

the end instead of a veil finished with an improvised wreath made by Greta on my head, with only my shockingly wrinkled white suit without the dress robes, walking hand in hand of Yuuri down the aisle to the consternation of all.

Nothing went as planned but could not be happier in our marriage and our marriage.

We love.

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[Fanfic] Maou-sama Koi Suru Chapters 1 & 2 Four Doujinshis

-Synopsis: Thanks to a potion of the sentiments of Wolfram Anissina spill at once, getting to the point of committing a serious error , but this may give a new lease on his relationship with Yuuri.
- Couples Wolfyuu.
- Warnings: +18 years. Lemon: eroticism and explicit sex. Subtly violation.


Chapter 1 - The worst mistake of my life.

Chapter 2 - promise to make you happy.