Author has written 1 story for Kingdom Hearts.
So my real name is Lys, I adore writing and reading and I'm Gothic. I write sad and depressing poetry and love taking photos. I listen to loud music in many differnt languages and I'm studying German and French because, apparently, I didn't think school was tiring enough. I'm also very sarcastic...
My favorite animes/games are Kingdom Hearts 1&2, Final Fantasy 7, Resident Evil, Gravitation, Loveless,Yu-Gi-Oh...
My favorite books are Harry Potter, Tolkien, Deltora series (don't ask), Eragon, Dark-Hunter series, Shakespeare, Red River series (manga)...
Pairings I like:
Riku and Sora (having played the games to death, I can really only see these two together. Sorry)
Axel and Roxas ( Ditto)
Yuna and Tidus
Demyx and Zexion
Naminé and Marly
Cloud and Tifa
Cloud and Leon
Cloud and Sephiroth
Cloud and Aerith
Vincent and Yuffie
Leon and Yuffie
Aerith and Zack
And lots more that I can't think of at the moment. shrugs sheepishly
For Harry Potter, and my lovely Alathia will attest to this, I can handle ANY pairing other than Ginny and Harry. I hate Ginny as a character and find their romance in HP unbelievable and out of the blue. Don't ask me to read it, nor write it. nods
I also love Torchwood. I don't, however, like the character Gwen Cooper. I actually detest her. I think she is a hypocritical whore...pardon the language. rolls eyes I also think Ianto is often taken advantage of. Plus, do you honestly think that someone who worked for TW1 and basically lives in the TW3 archives, would merely be a tea-boy? I think not.
Just to let everyone know, and to motivate me, I'm planning to write a sequel to Family Ties. It will be called Tying Within the Family, most likely.
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 girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
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.