ALSO PLEASE NOTE THERE WILL BE SPOILERS ON THIS SITE SO BE WARNED.

PICTURE OF THE DAY:

VIDEO OF THE WEEK:

Fight and Fanfiction.

Whew. Jeebus. Well. Where to start? I suppose if you want to know about the major fight I witnessed in my family you should visit myO blog. This is why I've not posted everyday like I swore I would here. Not that many people read it anyway, I'm sure. -sigh.- Anywhoo, I am in the process of writing a fanfiction that involves Death Note, and an OC (Original Character.) I'm going to post the first part, and I'd really appreciate feedback. :]

Sincerely, Yours.

The young woman stood outside one of the tallest buildings she had ever laid eyes on. Her chocolate brown eyes shifted from the left to the right, only to land once more upon the clear glass doors adorning the abnormally large structure before her. 'I wonder if he's overcompensating sometimes,' she pondered, tucking a stray ebony lock behind her ear. 'I can almost guarantee he is already watching me. Or Watari is…probably. Bu-' The girl was jolted from her thoughts as someone stumbled into her, almost sending her frail frame sprawling onto the cool ground.

She straightened her body, spinning on her heels sharply turning to face the offender. The sight lay before her unblinking optics was comical, making her lips twitch with a small smile, barely perceptible to anyone that would be passing by at such an hour. She blinked, staring blankly at the massive cake boxes with legs. A shorter ebony haired male peeked from around the mass, his eyes wide in surprise and an apologetic expression written plainly upon his features. 'He looks dumb.' Her own blank expression did not change as she stared at him. 'Why would HE employ someone who looks like such an easy target? Or maybe he's just an errand boy in disguise. Doesn't Watari usua-' She broke off, as the male began to stammer.

“A-ah! I am so sorry! I can't see w-well…” his head fell to his chest in apology, as was the custom in this country, she noted. His action, however, almost sent the boxes toppling. With a sigh, she plucked a few boxes from the top of the pile, walking towards the glass door. She had made her decision. She was going to tell him what she had seen, and what she knew. She knew he would brush her dream off as if it was nothing more than overreaction to being stressed and afraid for him. The young man's voice behind her stalled her movements. “U-um…you can't…g-go in there. I'm s-sorry; I can take the boxes myself.” She turned tilted her head to the side, glancing at him shrewdly through her short tresses, and speaking for the first time since her arrival. “I'm afraid you'd drop a few, and then he would be very annoyed with your lack of dexterity. What's your name?”

He paused, clearly taken aback and indignant at her insult, which wasn't as thinly veiled as she could have made it, instantly irritated at still having to stand outside this building and argue with this insufferable man child, who probably didn't have the slightest clue of what danger he was putting himself in. Or did he? Her phone rang, suddenly, making the girl jump in surprise. She jostled the boxes onto one arm, and pulled out the offending device, flipping it open without bothering to look at the I.D.

“Yes?” Her voice was clear, sharp, and concise. Just that one word made the male realize that this woman, she was dangerous. He watched her nod once, another sharp movement, before clicking the speakerphone button. “Matsuda?” He blinked in surprise at the voice of his boss, the leader of this investigation's voice floating into the night air. “Y-yes, Ryuuzaki?” “Bring her with you. And hurry, I'm quite famished.” Click, the dial tone echoed into the night air, and he watched the female chuckle softly, and for a moment he imagined a much softer expression hiding behind that laugh. He quickly went through the security measures of entering the building, the girl following closely behind, not bothering to quell the awkward silence that had befallen them since the phone call had been made.

Anyway, enjoy. And if you steal I will rip your face off with a spoon and feed it to my rabid flesh eating bunnies.

Oh, For the love of L!

Good evening, L fans and other fans of...me? I have no idea! Anyway! :)
First on the agenda, IF anyone is reading this, how are you?
I am alright myself, just procrastinating on my homework.
Anyway! I really hope people like what I'm doing here, and if there is any feedback or suggestions, please let me know. =3

First, here's a separate youtube video that I thought that you all might enjoy and probably already seen if you're a fanatic like myself:

GAY MENZ! Hahaha.

:] That's all I'm going to put up for now.
Ta-Ta!~

Candyland Cherrypop!

This is sort of a test post to see how things go. I still prefer the old my0, but the New "World" is sort of interesting. Obsessions in Candyland is fitting because I simply have an obsession with L. I will be posting links to fanfictions here, pictures, and whatever else I feel the need to post here that involves L and some of my other obsessions. :) Mostly L, though. He is my current one.
So I'll lay some basics down at the moment:

Name: Ky-chan will do.
Age: 18.
Gender: Female.
Location: L's baggy jeans, oh yes.
Occupation: Love-struck cyberwhore.
Status: Married to L. Mhmm.

There aren't very many things else you should know at this point. I'm fairly spastic, randomtastic, and once I've got an obsession it is truly such that. I cannot get it out of my mind. All day every day until I satiate myself and exhausted every venue I can, I'll stay like this. So please try to bear with it and take it good-naturally. ;D Ummmmmm. Hmm. Anything else? I don't think so. So off I go to read some more LxLight Doujin and Fanficcy goodness. ;D