Hibari is hot!

KYOUYA HIBARI so SEXY

I forgot which doujinshi I got this from but when I first read through it I didn't realize something. Written in white were words across Hibari's chest. Confused I struggled to read it but when I found out what it said...I squealed! Nosebleed ensue....

So freaking hot...a sexy tousled Hibari looking so smex'd up and delicious, who wouldn't want to buy him for the next? Every time I look back at the picture I can't help but shiver. *sigh* If only he were real....but if he were real too many men and women will fight for him and we have enough problems already...haha...

My Top OTP

OTP-One True Pairing

I currently have an obsession with the anime series and manga series for Katekyo Hitman Reborn...hehe...
I'm sure others noticed but the main character Tsunayoshi Sawada is seriously the ultimate uke for any paring. He just fits everywhere it's so freaky! I love Tsuna as uke he is such a cutie!!! Kawaiiii!!

anyways...

I pair Tsuna up with characters that makes sense and are hot :) (some don't make sense but somehow they relate*hint hint*)

Tsuna has been paired up with Spanner, Byakuran, Enma, Cozart, Shoichi, Alaude, Spade, G, Giotto, Reborn, Verde, Fon, Xanxus, Sqaulo, Belphegor, Flan, Dino, Lambo, Gokudera, Hibari and Mukuro.

Spanner x Tsuna

 Belphegor x Tsuna

 Flan x Tsuna

 Fon x Tsuna

 Byakuran x Tsuna

Dino x Tsuna

Xanxus x Tsuna

Enma x Tsuna











I love all those pairings but out of all of them my top favourite pairings would be; Giottox27, R27, 1827, 6927.

Reborn x Tsuna

Mukuro x Tsuna

Hibari x Tsuna

Giotto x Tsuna










Sadly I can only have OTP from this series....it was a toughy but I had to choose!
After many hard thinking later I finally found my OTP!! TADA!!!

Any guesses? no? oh well...

My OTP is and will always be 182769!

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*All photos used in this post do not belong to me but belong to their respectful owners*

Let's try, Shall we?

DISCLAIMER: This contains Inappropriate content , you have been warned!



So, I have been writing a bunch of stories for the past year since December 2010? wow that's barely half a year!
Well, all of my stories are based on a romantic relationship with two male characters...two ANIME male characters.
My stories have always been a rated T for Teens type...and I really want to do a rated M for Mature audiences
mostly because I know how it'll go but my problem is that I just can't seem to write it down 

I tried a lot and once I get into the flow I can write some hot stuff but once it starts to get 'fiesty' I can no longer continue...T-T

So yeah here's a sample of my attempt of writing something close enough to a scene of rated M goodness 

It's from my fanfiction for the anime Katekyo Hitman Reborn based on the characters Hibari x Tsuna. Here you go :



"He hungrily kissed Tsuna's plump moist lips. Tsuna moaned at the forcefulness allowing Hibari access inside his hot mouth. Hibari took it and darted his tongue inside. Lapping their mouths together, breathing heavily. His hands were firmly gripping Tsuna's cheeks. Tsuna's back was roughly pushed against the hard walls as Hibari continued to take the dominate role of a highly deprived lover. He easily slid his legs in between Tsuna's weakening ones. Tsuna was rapidly losing his strength to stand on his own and was happy for the support he was getting from both Hibari and the wall. Hibari as instantly as he attacked Tsuna's lips moved to corrupt his unblemished neck. Kissing and biting making sure to leave as many marks as possible. He specifically bit in the small gap that connected Tsuna's neck to his shoulder causing Tsuna to moan lustfully. He poked his tongue onto the sensitive skin earning another soft moan."


So yeah...I write and it sounds hot and I read it and it sounds weird...*mental sigh*

I need help! What do you think? Am I doing okay? Do I need serious help? An impossible question; Do you possible know why I just cannot go any further in this writing?

Thanks for reading!
Comment below!

(If you can) Please help me!

Everything Yaoi

Yaoi is a japanese word which means boy love.

Boy Love means a romance between two males.

Not 'Bromance' but Romance, commonly known as GAY :)

Right, now that is explained, I LOVE yaoi. I can't help but love it. This is how I see it, two hot males come together (pun not intended) and have a beautiful love story together OR two hot males come together (pun intended).

                                                               I mean isn't it just cute?

Dreams or Stories?

This happened in a dream I had on Thursday, May 5th 2011

Legend: everything in italic is what i remember and believe after waking up.

              the writing in non-italic is the dream from what i remember.

The man is difficult to explain. He was beautiful. Long flowing black silky hair reaching his feet. smooth soft flawless milk-like skin. lean long face strong jaw high cheek bones. small angled black eyes. long black eye lashes. prefect thin eyebrows. soft almost thin red lips. long narrow pointed nose. he was breath-taking. he was tall long slightly muscular toned.

I almost lost everything. My mother is sick in the hospital, she is my only family. I live at home all alone. I feel empty and lonely until I met him. I didn't know who he was for all I know he could be a killer but I feel calm beside him. He lives with me now. I told him he looks beautiful and suddenly it snowed. I looked at him the snow gently rested on his deep black hair turning it into a perfect soft white. I was stunned staring at him and accidently whispered out loud "...more beautiful than my mother." he smiled gently causing my heart to thump. I brushed the feeling aside and laughed. "Now you're all covered in snow! Come inside you crazy man!" I pulled him inside and brought him to the bunk bed. "Here, you take the top bunk and I take the bottom. The towels are under the pillow." I grab a big blue kind of green towel and show it to him. He grimaced from the sight obviously not trusting the towel. I sit on the bed and place the towel on my lap for some reason it is damp. 'How strange' I thought and looked to the beautiful man. I pat my lap telling him to come over. he walks to me and gets rid of the towel. "What was that for?" He looks at me and offers his hand. "Let's go outside, it's lovely" I sigh and take his hand realizing there was no way else to please the man. His hand was cold like the snow. I shivered. We walked outside. My bare feet touching the cool light covered snow. It felt refreshing. I looked over the world and it was breath taking. Soft snow fell all over covering the world in its pureness. I sighed sweetly. "It truly is lovely" I smiled like I would to a lover and loved the warmth it sent throughout my body. The beautiful man watched me, a small smile placed on his lips, but his eyes had a mysterious glint. "I know" I turned to him and smiled back. I walked backwards for a bit and twirled around slowly. I noticed a small piano not far from me. Excited I walked towards it and sat in front of it. "It has been a while, I wonder, will I be able to play?" I said to myself. I heard a melody play and my hands moved on its own. I began to play the dramatic piece to a soft melody. Near the end a little girl who reminded me of myself, clapped enthusicately. "Wondeful! Wonderful!"  I smiled at her and thanked her. I got up and patted her head. We smiled at eachother. I looked back up and the beautiful man stood at the same place as before not moving. He stared at me with an almost sullen look. He reached his hand out towards me "Come, It is time for rest" I smiled at him and left the young girl behind and hurriedly walked to him. I grabbed his hands and they felt a tiny bit warm. "Alright" and he walked me back to the beds.

The girl is dying. She had a severe fever. Her only mother had watched over her but had died from her own sickness. She was sent to the hospital with no family watching her. At the brink of her death, Death came to her and she had travelled through her most valued memories. She had viewed the women on the hospital bed as her mother without realizing it was herself. The damp towel on the bed was the towel her mother put on her forehead to cool her fever down. The piano was her passion and the little girl was the younger her when she first discovered piano. The rest that she must take was her death. The snow was her lover.

It's eerie, right? What do you say about this?

Broken

This is what happens when I don't sleep; I get depressed and I write a lot of freestyle poems. This one was created on Sunday, February 20, 2011 at 2:56am.


I'm like a broken lock, damaged and unwanted. 
No longer usable going to be thrown away,
But I'm not ready...
I have so much more.... What things?
Heh... There's nothing 
No matter how much I try to fix myself I'm only a piece of broken metal...
One day I'll be thrown away to the scraps 
Melted down...
 It'll hurt...a lot,
 but if it'll help me change to become better?
Then I'll go through that pain and suffering more so than I already am
And when I wake up
Hopefully...
I'll have the only key to unlock my burdened self and make me smile...

A/N: just a random drabble I'm feeling free style, it's a poem? Whatever...



Sad, isn't it?  Thoughts? Some people who have read this believed this was based on suicide, what about you?

If I could sing a song it would be about you

I had written this freestyle poem a long time ago. I posted it on my Facebook page as a note on Friday, September 25, 2009 at 10:20pm. I had actually written this on MSN to a friend of mine. I took all the lines I said and put them together and "Tada!!" this happened. A lot of my friends had actually really liked this and could relate to how the poem was written. I thank them 'cause I know there are a lot of girls and boys who suffer unrequited love and it's never easy. So yeah on with 'If I could sing a song it would be about you'...which is quite a mouth-full!


I Miss Him And I Don't Miss Him


What is wrong with me?


This is not good
Because I don't know if he likes another
I don't know if I can like him or not
If I should or not
I want to talk to him now but I can't
And when I talk I want to be with him forever
But I can't be with him forever because I can never have him
And what I can't have is what I want


Is that bad?


I see him everyday but I cannot see him forever
I'm near him but I cannot touch him
Both of us are different but we are one of the same
He speaks to me gently but speaks to others with feeling
I am not wanted by him but is wanting him


What if love, loves another but can never love?


Is It So Bad For Me To Want Someone I Can't Have?



I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE ABOVE ^


The end! Anyways the picture was only added for effect. I find it more dramatic with visuals :)
So, tell me, what did you think? was the poem okay? could you relate to it ? what were thoughts when you read this?