Hey! :)
Würde dir gerne mal mein Buch vorstellen, an dem ich gerade schreibe! Es ist zwar noch nicht fertig, aber es kommt jeden Tag ein weiteres Kapitel dazu :)

Liebe Grüße
Anchelo

http://www.bookrix.de/_ebook-anita-s-love-isn-039-t-perfect/

http://www.kongregate.com/games/JonasKyratzes/you-shall-know-the-truth

http://www.kongregate.com/games/krangGAMES/the-man-who-sold-the-world

http://www.kongregate.com/games/AlexanderOcias/loved?acomplete=loved

I am 99% sure you'd love these.

I feel like I've been spamming your profile..DEAL WITH IT!
I was going through an old notebook, and I found the first character sheet of Kimba's.
I thought it would amuse you that for 'Clothes', I had listed 'Brightly colored "Magnus clothes".'
Heh.
Hehehehe. XD

Yesterday I asked if you wanted to read the new All That Glitters Is Not Gold prolouge yesterday and then was like "HAHA NO I MUST EDIT!" so now I'm just going to post it on your profile. XD
I suck at beginnings. Deal with it.

~There are two people in this small, brightly lit office
The first is an older man, maybe in his mid to late fourties, who has no hair save for small tufts on either side of his head above his ears and on the back of his egg-shaped head. The places where hair is absent is shiny with sweat in the light coming in through the glass wall at his back.
The cloth of an expensive-looking suit is stretched tightly around the buttons, ready to burst against the stomach that could stand to lessen by a few pounds.
Not that the man seems to notice or care. He's too busy looking at the other person in the room, his expression one of mild disappointment and irritation, like he's the parent of a needy child that just won't shut up about a toy.
The other person in the room is a young girl of maybe sixteen or seventeen. She's a pretty thing, made up of all sharp features and big darkly-colored eyes and curly hair pulled into a tight ponytail. She's staring, glassy-eyed, at the polished wooden surface of the desk with her jaw clenched and her expression pinched in pure annoyance.Her clothes hang loosely off her scrawny frame and she's flat-chested.
And then she opens her mouth to say something and the voice is without a doubt masculine, shattering the image of a pretty young girl with the almost disturbing realization that she is not a she but a very feminine-looking he with a blatant refusal to cut his hair.
"I've already told you everything," his voice is flat, hovering on that line between irritation and anger. His fists are clenched so tightly in his lap that the knuckles have turned white and the fingernails breaking the skin of his palm. "I don't see why I need to say it all again when you've heard it all before."
The man- the boy's lawyer, in fact -swallows hard and chooses his next words carefully, suddenly very conscious of the fact that he's dealing with a murderer of one of the very worst sort: rarely are there children who shoot several classmates and stab their parent to death who are gentle little bundles of sunshine.
"No, you didn't tell me everything," the man says slowly, clasping his hands together on top of the desk and leaning forward to look the boy in the eye. His expression softens, ever so slightly. "I talked to Mr. Yú, Mr. Carter. You didn't tell me about him, or his stepsister."
The boy's head snaps up, eyes cold and dak with fury. He stands up so quickly that the chair he was sitting falls over. "You were hired to defend me, not to stick your fucking potato nose into unrelated parts of my personal life!" he yells. "You had no right!"
"You are not in a position to talk about what I had a right to do," the lawyer reminds him. "Nothing is unrelated anymore, and I understand if thereare things you don't want to talk about, but you'll have to forgive me for saying that I don't care if you want to talk about them or not because I'm not giving you a choice." he gestures at the chair. "Now, sit back down and this time tell me everything."
It takes several long moments of the two glaring at each other before the boy complies, slowly picking up the chair again and sitting in it. He uncurls his fists and flexes the fingers, rubbing the spots in his palm where he bled. The lawyer leans back in his chair and relaxes, knowing that it might take a moment for the boy to start but not caring so long as he talked.
Finally, he says, "I was named after him, you know, just as he was named for my Grandfather. He never did like that I liked being called Liam more than William, but then I never gave two shits about what my Father thought. I was glad when Mom divorced him." The boy, Liam, blinks hard. Takes a deep breath. "Finding out why she divored him was what pushed me over the edge, I guess, after two years of living with him. I really did love my Mom, but I'll never understand why she worked so hardto keep that from me." he swallows. "Sometimes I wonder if making her call in sick that day would have changed anything. Ifshe would have just gotten into another car accident some other way, or if I could still be with her now. But either way, her death was the first thing to set me on this path; it was the reason why I was even living with my Dad to begin with."~

And that is where that ends. XP

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http://31.media.tumblr.com/478bb12e9f517511bf6930efe5e5c2ff/tumblr_mufowpgadi1rey868o1_250.gif

http://shyree.deviantart.com/journal/Sherlock-427360709

I thought you might like this, if you haven't seen it already.

Yo!
Hannah told me to tell you her mom picked her up, or something like that.
Dunno why.
Anywho, that is my message! XP

YOU.
YOU THERE.
YOU GET TO MEET REID.
BECAUSE REID IS BEAUTIFUL AND FABULOUS. (Not really. He's not that cool)

Reid pouts, "I'm not cool?"

Nope.

He purses his lips. "Fine! Then you're not cool either!"

I can live with that.

He crosses his arms and grumbles.

Do not read this if you don't want to know what Tessa's not-Shadowhunter parent is. SPOOIILEERS.
I WENT BACK THROUGH CLOCKWORK PRINCESS, THOUGH. AND I FOUND IITT.

~"Your granddaughter," Charlotte said slowly, "was Tessa's mother? Elizabeth Gray? Tessa's mother was a Shadowhunter?"
"Yes."
"These are crimes, Aloysius. You should go to the Council with this-"
"They do not care about Tessa Gray," said Starkweather roughly. "But you do. You will listen to my story because of it, and you may help me because of it."
"I may," said Charlotte, "if it is the right thing to do. I do not yet understand how Mortmain comes into this story."
Aloysius moved restlessly. "Mortmain learned of what had happened and determined that he would make use of Elizabeth Gray, a Shadowhunter who did not know she was a Shadowhunter. I believe that Mortmain courted Richard Gray as an employee in order to grant himself access to Elizabeth. I believe that he loosed an Eidolon demon upon her- my granddaughter -in the shape of her husband, and that he did it in order in order to set Tessa on her. Tessa was always the goal. The child of a Shadowhunter and a demon."~