Author has written 85 stories for Fullmetal Alchemist, Soul Eater, Kuroshitsuji, Kingdom Hearts, and Blue Exorcist/青の祓魔師.
Hello, everyone! I'm AwesomatoligicalHaliBug, and welcome to my profile. Here, you will find that I am a fan of Fullmetal Alchemist, Ao No Exorcist (Blue Exorcist), and many others! If you wish to know more about me and my family, just read the column below.
I have red hair, hazel eyes, and I have freckles. I'm a little on the pale side, though that's because I'm always indoors. I used to go to public school, but there were all sorts of problems that came with that. When I was in seventh grade, I was put in home school, and I went back into public school when I was in ninth grade. Halfway through ninth grade, I couldn't take the pressure of school anymore, and I was put into virtual school, which had many problems as well, and finally I was put back into home school.
I'm fifteen-years-old, and I will be sixteen on August twentieth. I have three siblings, a sister, and two brothers who I love more than anyone in the world, save for maybe my parents. My parents are young, but they are still amazing.
My Mom is a stay-at-home full-time student wonder woman. She manages to help around the house, make four amazing kids, and still go to school. She helps me through a lot, and is wonderful comedy throughout the day. She's beautiful, funny, and intelligent. She has long brown curly hair and sky blue eyes. She also has freckles, but way more than me!
My Dad is awesome, too. He works as a computer programmer-or something along the lines of computers. He's funny like my Mom, and smart too. When I was in the hospital for gall bladder pains, I couldn't stay in the same room as him and my Mom at the same time! He keeps his hair cut short to where it's a buzz cut, or he shaves it completely, but it's sort of a dirty blonde. His eyes are hazel, but he doesn't have any freckles.
My oldest brother is cool, too. We get along great, but I get frustrated whenever we play COD together. He's too good! He's seventeen, but he'll be eighteen this year in November. He's got dark brown hair, and it's curly if he allows it to grow out too long. His eyes are brown, and he's seriously tall. He's funny just like my Mom and Dad, I think it's genetic.
My younger brother is cool, but he is too nice for his own good. His dirty blonde hair is even longer than mine, and his eyes are a bluish-green, and he hardly has any freckles. He's just like my Dad, and loves to be on the computer, and he even knows how to program already! He's not as funny as my parents and older brother are, but it's their wit that makes them funny, something my thirteen-year old brother has not yet acquired. He will be fourteen-years old in July.
My younger sister is the baby girl. She has red hair like me, and sky blue eyes like my Mom. Her freckles are more like my Mom's too, and we often get asked if we're twins because she's so tall and I have stunted growth. People say she looks a lot like my grandmother, who passed away on September 11th, 2011, and she really does. She's tough, and she can scratch! I've got the scars to prove it. She is energetic, bubbly, and loves to get dresses. I think she has a slipper fetish too, because our closet is FULL of them!
Pairings I like:
RoyxEd (Ed uke, Roy Seme.)
LingxEd (Ed uke, Ling Seme.)
Royai (if I'm in the mood)
RoyAl (when Roy is molesting him >=D)
LenaleexAllen (if in the mood)
AllenxLavi (FTW! Allen uke, Lavi seme)
AllenxKanda (Kanda, seme, Allen, uke..if in the mood)
CrossxAllen (Allen uke, Cross seme)
RinxYukio (Yukio being the seme)
RinxShima (Shima being the seme)
Basically Rin always has to be the uke.
Pairings I hate:
ArmstrongxEd (Well it really depends O.o)
RoyWin (Because that shit is freaky!)
I am the girl...that doesn't go to school dances, or games, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird, and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on MySpace, or talking to a girlfriend on a cellphone or regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain.
But I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn't care if people call her weird (it's a compliment), who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who loves and is obsessed with FanFiction, who can express herself beter with words than anything else, and knows the importance of the little things.
Copy and Paste this onto your account if you are anything like me, so the girls who are different and unique can know in their weakest times that they are unique, but not alone.
At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it all over his lap.
When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him by never even bothering to practice.
When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to football to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back.
When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row.
When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.
When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion. You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.
When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.
When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked.
When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You thanked him by taking it every chance you could.
When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him by being on the phone all night.
When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn.
When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.
When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you how deep he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the country.
When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him . You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children.
And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came
Reasons I hate Halloween:
Screaming kids going to EVERY door yelling TRICKORTREAT, with the sounds of worried parents in case a car comes by, the kids crying when their costume rips, or if they go home then. It's all annoying. That and almost EVERY other house is mine. so once i sit down to the comp after answering, i have to get RIGHT BACK UP AGAIN to answer. The. Fucking. Door...
"Edward and Roy, sittin' in a car, are they naked, YES THEY ARE!"
if you're taller than Edward Elric but still shorter than everyone else, paste this into your signature.
That, my children, is called a wall. But beware, the wall is solid. Yes be afraid! Be very afraid, for we cannot walk through it! Believe me children, for I have attempted this many times before.
If you want to be a writer and fanfiction is just the beginning copy and paste this into your profile.
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