Author has written 6 stories for Invader Zim, Young Justice, and Danny Phantom.
Gaia Online: Marluxe
Assassin's Creed III: Marluxe
Greetings Everyone I'm new here. I know my username says all knowing, but let me tell you I am not all knowing so don't expect me to know answer to all of your questions.
I would like to tell everyone that I have no problem with people making fanart for my stories, but please allow me to make pictures of my ocs so you'll know what they'll look like.
Anime Detour: Approximately
I am a ZADF fan. It’s just that they are so much a like that they should be friends. Coming in a close second is ZADR. ZADR isn’t my #1 choice being that I don’t know of Zim’s physiology so it’s pretty hard to see them actually together, like that. I can sort of see where ZAGF comes from, being that Zim and Gaz both wish for the destruction of the world. But I wouldn’t go as far a ZAGR knowing that Gaz wouldn’t actually love Zim. Most other pairings and friends are neutral, but one thing I don’t really like is DADR. I’m not going to elaborate on that one okay.
I've just noticed something a while ago about my stories. That something is that most of the stories I think up are heavily based around Dib. Although my favorite character is Gir Dib's sucky life gives me so much inspiration for my stories.
Right now I'm getting sort of annoyed with myself, because I can't think of anything but ZADR stories. Yeah I broke my ZADR driven thoughts, but now I'm having trouble getting stories updated or putting them on fanfiction, but that can't be helped since I'm busy with school right now.
For this show I actually have no couple preferences since it hasn't been out long and most likely I probably won't make any fanfiction for couples from this show.
From What - Postponed
IZ Songfixation - Postponed
Order & Chaos - Postponed
What a Lovely Dream - Will update when idea comes
Rules and Regulations
Okay first off the title I have chosen is highly influenced by my love of zombies, but that doesn’t mean that all the plot bunnies I’ll be sending here are going to be about zombies. Frankly at the moment I have no plot bunnies for DP that has zombies in it.
Basically I started this because one day I woke up to find a whole bunch of cute fuzzy things known as plot bunnies staring at me with those adorable big watery eyes and so in order to prevent them from disappearing off the face of the earth I decided that I would give them up for adoption even though it hurt me to part with even one of my adorable babies.
Now mind you that not all of these little cuties are up for adoption. I will state if the bunny is not up for adoption within the authors’ notes. I’m putting these non-adoptable ones in here in order for you to course me into actually nurturing the poor little critter.
Now for the rules of adoption:
Rating is determined by whoever adopts the plot bunny.The adopter may change the bunny however they like, but may not overly change the bunny so that I would not able to recognize the bunny. Since I will be reading the story created by the adopter.And last but not least first come, first serve. Meaning whoever asks to adopt the bunny first is the person who gets the bunny. No ifs ands or buts.
Now below I will be putting the names of the adoptable bunnies and next to those names I’ll be putting the name of the person who has adopted them. This is just so others know what stories have been adopted.
DP Adoptable and Adopted Stories:
IZ Adoptable and Adopted Stories:
Was it Worth it?
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."
His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't
forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for
the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"
Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that
mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''
"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
"My mommy loves white roses."
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister
is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message.
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
THIS IS A TRUE STORY!!
A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded
For people that hate stereotypes: If you think people should just shut up and stop, put this on your profile. (BOLD the ones you are.)
I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.
I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.
I'm a PERFECTIONIST so I MUST check everything ten times, them burst into tears at one mistake.
I'm a BURNETTE so I MUST think I'm better then redheads, blondes, and other dark haired people.
I DON"T LIKE to talk about my personal life so I MUST be having problems
Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?
Girl: Do you like me?
Girl: Do you want me?
Girl: Would you cry if I left?
Girl: Would you live for me?
Girl: Would you do anything for me?
Girl: Choose--me or your life
Boy: My life
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says...
The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind.
The reason why I don't like you is because I love you.
The reason I don't want you is because I need you.
The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if you left.
The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you.
The reason why I'm not willing to do you anything for you is because I would do everything for you.
The reason I chose my life is because you ARE my life.
If you find this incredibly cute and touching, copy and paste it into your profile
If you can read this message, you are blessed because over two billion people in the world cannot read at all:
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Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas toghuht slpeling
was ipmorantt! tahts so cool!
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female come backs
Man: Where have you been all my life?
Man: Haven't I seen you someplace before?
Man: Is this seat empty?
Man: Your place or mine?
Man: So, what do you do for a living?
Man: How do you like your eggs in the morning?
Man: Your body is like a temple.
Man: I would go to the end of the world for you.
Man: If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.
Man: If I could rearrange the alphabet I'd put u and i together
Man: Your eyes they're amazing.
Man: "I know how to please a woman."
Man: "I want to give myself to you."
Man: "I'd go through anything for you."
Man: "So, wanna go back to my place ?"
Man: "I'd like to call you. What's your number?"
Man: "But I don't know your name."
Man: "Hey, baby, what's your sign?"
Man: "Hey, come on, we're both here at this bar for the same reason"
Man: "Haven't we met before?"
If you repost this you will get a phone call 37 minutes after you repost
REPOST THIS AS "female comebacks"
The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here."
The black man turned around and stood up.
He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK, When I grew up I was BLACK, When I'm sick I'm BLACK, When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, When I'm cold I'm BLACK, When I die I'll be BLACK. But you sir, When you're born you're PINK, When you grow up you're WHITE, When you're sick, you're GREEN, When you go in the sun you turn RED, When you're cold you turn BLUE, And when you die you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored?"
The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away... Post this on your profile if you hate racism
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