Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Laptops Fertility Women

Uhm ... I missed posting something xD I think I must detox from Photoshop, which these days brings me head. Between that and the fucking hook that I have with the Vampire Chronicles, I do almost the egg. Is that vampires are evil! and I'm just finishing Interview with the Vampire and I'm delighted with Louis and Armand. Indeed, among the former is fascinating with their dilemmas, and the second just amazed me know me well, the fact is delusional to imagine them together. Ah, how I'm depressed to know that Anne Rice does not allow fanfiction of their works! With what I would run intoLXC
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, to whom I am grateful, after all xD may return soon to the load over both * 0 * For the moment, who wants to take the icons, you can, I hang it for free use
xD Anyway, enough for today, I think. I'll make pending now that I have some time.



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Thursday, January 8, 2009

Mount And Blade 1.011 Tree

acute; No Domain in the exact center of the spacious room. On it, resting in total parsimony, as if time did not exist for him, was the naked body of a young man, whose rhythmic breathing betrayed in the somnolent state he was sunk. A suffocating smoke surrounded him when hurried out to disperse as ethereal being in the dark. Alongside this, as if he were watching you, a figure silhouetted against the shadows of the environment, those that seemed to sway in a dance macabre madness inside allowed on rare display occasions. The gown she wore patched fell ra í gives the whole body, and harmonises perfectly with the walls of the place, which looks very similar to that pledge. The various arrangements that looked, but could be a different hue, had a bit of agreement that touches the limits of extravagance.
utensils ready for that moment, which had become his favorite of all those cluster of minutes daily living, were resting on a metallic tray at the same table in that this silent watching the scene flexo. One hand went up to them to take between her fingers, long and agile, A sharp knife blade. It was cold to the touch, as cold as I had always noticed. The other hand slid up the screw that crossed his brow, which held her head and gave him a few laps while his eyes, apathetic and invaded by a jubilant curiosity who watched as the fog dispersed after a glass glasses, unabashedly slipped through the body exposed to it.
gave a deep drag before ejecting the cigarette smoke fastened his lips without much effort. He was still young, but at that age had already found a strange pleasure in smoking, although I used to do it ESPOR & aensilios that he knew would be needed to meet the morbid whim which he knew could never be undone. That was an even stronger addiction to the snuff, and much healthier than this. Innate human feelings stirring inside, acting in an unusual manner on your person. Explore . Experiment. Dissect
put everything in their power was one of his maxims. Spirit was his companion, his gun, and had secretly become his guinea pigs. Hurghada
inside without concern, with a twinkle in his eyeI was even more interesting. Spirit was not aware of anything in all those years, had not even come to remember the rare moments of secret knowledge that they had both. Just dare wonder why "abnormal" scars that had possessed his body and which could not remember his source. was true that he also was interested in his own reaction. A strange restlessness seizes used it every time that his friend was nearby, which differed completely from that enfermiza passion that throbbed inside for a chance to explore her body inside. And his inquisitive nature had led him to exceed other limits would be imposed immediately.
Monitoring the results he had obtained himself, had come to figure out what was a particular attachment to his weapon. Suspected of not only her innate ability to knowledge made available to match the frequency of your soul with his partner. Perhaps for that reason explaining the fact strive to use as their laboratory animal. Let those visible marks, as if as í demonstrate possession of the owner to be doubted that one day, caused him a sadistic pleasure.
utensils placed his hands he held in that tray next to the hose. Took out a needle and thread and then proceeded to saturate that wound which, like others, would be marked in the body of another without that this could even get to imagine what they were owed. Spirit was so confused ... completely lifted her body after giving the last stitch. Suture that had been particularly swollen and rough, and could prove one of his fingers moments despues. Maybe it was an indication that this would be the last he had a chance to make.
Once everything was ready, and having extinguished the light of flexo, left the place, wandering the halls of soldiers who passed through his laboratory walls. Once again he placed his hand on the head of one screw, turning it to collect his thoughts. I had hoped that recalling the experiences that had licked at the time that court were also sealed for life dumb to be deprived of complete freedom. For him, Franken Stein, had come to understander there was a person in which Spirit greatly cared, someone who appeared to match that feeling, excluding no objections to him.
A small snort escaped from his lips, at the same time he settled the glasses properly. He was somewhat scathing acrimony that saw the submerged, the free knowing possession of something that never belonged. And it was so delicious irony ...


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Friday, January 2, 2009

Las Vegas Full Brazillian Excessive obsessions

Fanfic.es was walking around hoping to find some interesting fic, but I wanted removed from imediato to see that a "true" character linked him to an aunt out of nowhere. I ended up closing the page, sending all to hell, and they stuck to FF.net. For what I did! Once again I found more fics on this character in a romance with someone who does not come nor in Bleach, and above all, one of them tiparraco name misspelled. It hurt a soul.

I'm not against the OC, as long as they remain in a second perspective. For Bleach, for example, if an original character quand help Ichigo (or anyone) to Logar "x" target (if then known to carry), or an injection to an unknown shinigami and gradually go into play. But everything has a limit.

It sucks. I reputea people to invent a character for a canon to fall in love him. As regards to me, puts me in a bad ostia see an aunt that gets into the Division that best suit you then become involved with its own captain. Yes, it bothers me to put a character like Kuchiki Byakuya as the object of your desires! There may be couples that I like and dislike me, but I'm afraid I prefer a thousand timesand I see much more logical to match it or Grimmjow Aizen (not drink these couples), with an aunt who pops out of nowhere.

Besides, I can not find a reason to do so. Okay, do not like yaoi fic and want to make a straight. But, for that matter, since there are a large number of aunts in the series (and is the same Hisano, by God!), Do you have the need to make a tart out there? And not necessarily Sues blatant, but they all make me equally repugnant to them.

Well, Speaking of Hisano, if there is one thing that left me Bleach "WTF?!" Was just that personje. Byakuya scene wounded, Rukia telling her reasons for acting that way was quite emotional. Many have been overwhelmed, others cried, but I broke my ass (my sister is a witness to it XD). Is that Tite Kubo can not expect me to believe that Hisano and Rukia are sisters when they are IDENTICAL. Have you had a hard time to make a different hairstyle, different hair color? So much it cost to design a new character? Damn, is that I do not think, however sisters who are, there is nothing to differentiate them. If to Saga and Kanon, who are twins, differ more! In my mind, much as Kubo is endeavoring to say no, Degener has been formedada idea that Rukia is a "reincarnation extrañay abnormal" Hisano, because I can not imagine another way to "explain" such a mismatch.

Y. .. I was going to release more insults and continue desporticando with things, but I think I've changed my mind. I think I'll write a Byakuya / Yoruichi to detox.



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