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Author has written 104 stories for Fullmetal Alchemist, Kuroshitsuji, Kingdom Hearts, Blue Exorcist/青の祓魔師, and Supernatural.
Hello, everyone! I'm FloofeyMarshmallow (woo, name change!), 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 just want everyone to know:
I've been writing quite a bit about self harm and eating disorders, and I just wanted everyone to know that I run a website if you are recovering from an eating disorder. The website is here. I hope that everyone continues to stay strong! You can also follow me on twitter @SimplyRecovery from that website :)
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)
D Gray Man:
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)
Ao No Exorcist (Blue Exorcist):
RinxYukio (Yukio being the seme)
RinxShima (Shima being the seme)
Basically Rin always has to be the uke.
SamxJess (Man, I wish there were more fanfics of these two!)
Pairings I hate:
ArmstrongxEd (Well it really depends O.o)
RoyWin (Because that shit is freaky!)
Ao No Exorcist (Blue Exorcist):
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.