Author has written 1 story for Kim Possible.
Info on my awesomeness: (feeling like Prussia)
Interests: KiGo, Hetalia, Vocaloid, pairing people based on their personality, annoying certain people like a certain Shego-obssessed brunette fanfic writer I know *cough cough* *wink, yuri, sarcastic remarks, cooking (yes, I like to cook even though I'm a guy), and punk rock.
Steal My Heart
This was actually originally written by my friend MiyuRisa and this was her first yuri. And I admit that she just gave it to me for my late birthday gift / test for seeing if my grammar is better yet. The cover I put up was by Rinacat and I definitely don't own that.
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.
You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.
You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?
I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.
If you're against abortion, re-post this
TO ALL THOSE WHO THINK HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG AND WANT TO FIGHT FOR A BETTER FUTURE FOR OUR GAY AND LESBIAN FRIENDS, PLEASE REPOST THIS INTO YOUR PROFILE.
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-I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
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