Ahem: I just realized coughwastoldinareviewcough that my stories aren't technically "fanfiction" seeing as they don't have anything to do with something that isn't mine. Rawrg. So until I actually write any fanfiction, it's all moved to Fictionpress.com. Joy. I'm still Nikotehfox there so if you actually want to read my stuff you can find it.

Um, hi. I'm Nikotehfox and I would rather be a beta than a writer. (I personally think I can't write. -_-; Although my friends seem to think otherwise..)

Age: 15 and a sophomore.

Address: somewhere in the U.S. of A.

Ownage: I own only the peeps in my head. Max, Kat, Deneka, Dani, and Saren. Add Tsang, Salixa, and Max to this list..

Pairings I like: Pairings I dislike:

Naruto: Actually, there isn't a lot that I don't like... I mean definitely not enough to list here..

SasuNaru or NaruSasu

I'm game for almost anything else.

Fullmetal Alchemist:

EnvyEd

RoyEd

D.N.Angel:

DarkKrad or KradDark (depends on my mood)

SatoDai

Fruits Basket:

KyoYuki (sometimes YukiKyo, but not often..)

Pretty much anything else..

And that's it for now!! Remember:

"Of course my split personalities can have split personalities. //// " -None other than yours truly.

You know you live in 2007 when...

1. You go to a party, sit down and take MySpace pics

2. You havent played solitaire with real cards in years

3. The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is that they don't have AIM, LiveJournal, MySpace, Facebook

4. You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the button on the TV

6. Your evening activity is sitting at the computer

7. You read this list, and keep nodding and smiling

8. You think about how stupid you are for reading this

9. You were too busy to notice number five

10. You actually scrolled back up to check if there was a number five

11. And now you're laughing at your stupidity

12. Put this in your profile if you fell for it. You know you did.

PLEASE READ WHAT'S UNDER THIS!! I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it