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Author has written 2 stories for Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, and Maid Sama!.
I haven't updated this in an ungodly amount of time. Two years, one month, and 28 days to be more exact. I'm kind of astounded at how much I've grown (and how much I didn't), and it's safe to say it's probably for the better. To all those who care, and those who don't, and those who accidentally stumble upon my account this month, this account is going through major re-invention. I'm going to connect this account to my tumblr, change up my profile, change my name and most drastically, I'm going to give up my current stories.
I know. I suck.
But I do believe it's time. It's time for those stories to find authors who will nurture and write them (not to mention actually update). (If anyone is interested in adopting any of my two stories, hang on for a minute).
Being a hardcore fan of the KHR fandom has been a wonderful experience and although I've sort of moved on, I will absolutely scan the archives once in a while and enjoy the occasional one-shot.
To the wonderful people who have stuck with me in their author alerts and such, thank you. I hope you won't abandon me in this time of reinvention, but if you do, what am I to do? But thank you anyways for believing in me.
FROGGY CHAN'S SECRET ONESHOT ADOPTION CONTEST
I'm leaving this story up for adoption. But not just to anyone. I'm having a oneshot competition to decide who will take on my story (cause our reader's deserve only the best). So the rules are fairly simple:
1) Submit a oneshot.
Submit a oneshot that exceeds 900 words but does not go over 2,000 words. It must fulfill the prompt I decide. It must be entirely original. Multiple authors writing one piece are allowed.
2) Submit a oneshot by the end of next month.
I must have it in my PM inbox by midnight of May 31st and no later.
3) You may only submit one entry per author.
If you have more than one account, refrain from spamming my inbox with multiple entries. You will be disqualified.
4) Along with oneshot, must include basic plans for the progression of the story.
Prompt: Write a oneshot about how a day in the life of the Varia would be. Must include all Varia members.
Good luck to all! If you have any questions, feel free to PM me.
VONGOLA CAFE ONESHOT ADOPTION CONTEST
Same rules apply as above.
Prompt: Write a oneshot depicting the Vongola boys' first day on the job at Maid Latte. Must include only current generation Vongola.
*Special note: If less than 3 entries per category are submitted by the due date, contest will be extended.*
Now spread the word!
MERHello, I am AnimexxLover 1827, and you may refer to me as Annie-chan! (although that's not my real name, but cute ne?) So anywhoo...(um IDK what to say, but here goes!) English IS my first language and um...yeah.. *awkward silence* I love anime, manga, vocaloids, fanfictions, and couches...'cause they're comfy! Here's a few things you need (well, you don't need to know but here it is anyways!) to know about me as an author:
1) I update EXTREMELY slow. (but with good reason...that reason being number two)
2) My laptop is not mine, so it will be taken away, break, be used by someone else, break, etc.
3) I am very new to this authoress stuff so i will have continuous brain farts and writer's block.
4) My hand is lazy so I can write several chapters ahead on a notebook, but for some reason, I never want to type it! (But don't worry, it WILL be put up there!)
5) Unfortunately, I'm very unorganized! All of my story crap is all over the place!
Let's see, cause I forgot to add this on my new story but I can't get on my laptop (I'm on a computer with no Microsoft Word)
I DO NOT OWN KHR!!! (no way! *gasp*) Akira Amano-dono does! (copying Basil there!)
ciao, ciao! XD
If your life was a movie what would the soundtrack be?
Opening Credits: If I had you- Adam Lambert
Waking up: Maria, Maria- Santana feat. Product G&B
First Day at School: I gotta Feeling- Black Eyed Peas
Falling in Love: Mine- Taylor Swift (I'm not joking XD)
Fight Song: Don't Stop Believing- Journey
Breaking Up Song: Sign- MuRay
Prom: Only Girl (in the World)- Rihanna
Life: Live Like We're Dying- Kris Allen (ahhh Irony!)
Mental Breakdown: 21 Guns- Green Day
Driving: One Time- Justin Bieber
Flashback: Faithfully- Journey
Getting Back Together:Two is Better than One- Boys like Girls feat. Taylor Swift
Wedding: Body Language- Jesse McCartny feat. T Pain
Birth of Child: Falling for You- Colbie Calliet
Final Battle: Falling Down- Selena Gomez and the Scene
Death Scene: Evacuate the Dance Floor- Cascada
Funeral Song: Re Birthday- Len Kagamine
End Credits: I like You, I Love You- Rin Kagamine
So anyway its gonna be hard to come up with new material for a while (goodbye summer, hello school! :P)
I had 500 words of draft on a sheet of paper for Vongola Latte (which I wrote during class, thank you very much!) and I was going to bring it home to work on. Got home, it wasn't there!! I was totally pissed for like, the rest of the school week. bleh XP maybe it's still around the school somewhere? probably not! I hope no one found it though, that would be really embarrassing!!!!
11/13/11 11:03 PM- I am sooo fudgin' tired! I WOULD be working on my stories right now if it weren't for my damn projects... *sigh* I DO have I partner but I doubt that he's going to help me at all on it oh well, my dear readers,I am 85% done with the newest chapter of Maid-Latte, so stay tuned kid-letts! :D
Kingdom Hearts: AkuRoku (It's got to be some holy combination, I swear!), SoRoku, SoRiku, a little bit of SorKairi, a teensy-tiny bit of RoxasxNamine
Katekyo Hitman Reborn!: 1827, 8059, 8027, 5927, 6918, 692718, B26, XS, RL (Reborn's kinda a pedo 4 dat though..) , R27, G27, 0027, 02G... etc.!
Kaichou Wa Maid-sama!: MisakixUsui of course!
Ouran Host Club: KyoyaxHaruhi
Shugo Chara: Amuto!!!, UtauxKukai, KairixYaya, NagihikoxRima
HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday.
You know what Mommy
You went to the doctor today.
I can hear that doctor again.
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
Repost this if you have a heart and are against Abortion
Do you have a heart?
I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas toghuht slpeling was ipmorantt! tahts so cool!
If you could read that put it in your profile
As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?
Repost this if you truly believe in God.
PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what,
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'
His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'
'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'
Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''
'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
'My mommy loves white roses.'
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.
I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message, or