This is a Disclaimer to God, because he gave me my ability and gift to be able to write and create a decent story. If you believe in him, and that he created you, then you should place a disclaimer on your profile, to help me spread the love of Christ around Fanfiction. Add your name on.

~FloofyFox

FANFICTION STATUS: Alive but only comes and goes.

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Heyo people of the Fanfiction world! This is the Floofiest Fox at your writing service!

I drew and created my account picture so please don't go bother searching it up on the internet. Not that it is good enough to actually WANT to have, is it? I don't know tell me in a review if you want to bother.

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This is my profile. It's twelve degrees north of Plot Twist and a couple of degrees south of Never Ending. It's located solidly on the Mayhem of Drabbling.

My stories. In a word, creative. I've been writing most of my life, yet I don't have a single favourite character. I have reading, writing, and a charming view of the fanfics. The only problems are the pests. You see when most people have Writer's Block or AU's, we have... fandoms!

Most people would stop writing. Not us, we're fangirls. We have stubbornness issues. My name's FloofyFox. Great name, I know, but it's not the best. People here believe that a great username will scare off haters and flames. Like our charming writer demeanour wouldn't do that.

The Star Wars fandom, Chief of the Archives. They say that it's the most popular fandom. Do I believe it? Yes I do.

The show with the talking dinosaurs is The Land Before Time. I used to love that show when I was little, well little-er.

See? Most of my life, yet not a favourite character in sight.

Oh and that's Puss in Boots, Balto, Over the Hedge and, *awed voice* Zootopia!

Oh their fandoms are so much cooler...

One day I'll get out there, because writing a fanfiction is EVERYTHING around here. A Humor fanfiction is going to get me at least noticed. Mystery fanfics are tricky. Writing one of those will definitely get me a follower. Hurt/Comfort? Exotic, two genres, twice the drama. And then there's the Death Fanfics. Only the best authors go after those. They have this nasty habit of attracting flames. But the ultimate prize is the fanfic no one's ever dared to write. We call it the...

DRABBLING OVERLOAD! GET DOWN!

This thing never gets favourites, never keeps followers, and... NEVER fails to keep you drabbling. No one has ever done a drabling overload, that's why I'm going to be the first.

(P.O.V Of the start of HTTYD)

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Fanfiction Classifications:

Angst Overload, death fic, family fic…

Romance. This reclusive genre inhabits the minds of shippers and dark, twisted souls. When insulted, the shippers can produce a bunch of internet friends to defend them. Extremely dangerous; read on sight.

Fantasy. This gigantic genre has razor-sharp fanfictions that can slice through your head canons. Extremely dangerous; read on sight.

Friendship. Sprays inescapable feels at its reader. Extremely dangerous.

Crime. Even newly discovered writers can spray angst. Read on sight.

Tragedy. Supernatural. Adventure. Western. *whispers* science fiction!

Depresses its readers, discourages its readers, turns its readers to tears…

Extremely dangerous, extremely dangerous…read on sight, read on sight, read on sight…

Angst Overload.

Author unknown.

Summary unknown.

The unholy offspring of obsession and angst itself. Never write this fanfiction. Your only chance: hide and pray the ideas don’t find you

~quoted from muggleborn.dragon.ryder

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Could you guys also check out my friend's fanfics, I promise they are good:)

Her user is The One that Disappeared (does Warrior humour fanfiction mostly, just if you are wondering, and yeah)

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FANDOMS

(Favourite Movies/Books)

How to Train your Dragon (Love all movies, books. Ok thank you, goobye)Zootopia (My Favourite Disney Movie)Over the Hedge (Second favourite Dreamworks movie)Balto (all)Guardians of Ga'HooleWolves of BeyondPuss in BootsMadagascar (all)Jurassic Park/World (all)The Ink Series (Inkheart etc.)SurvivorsYoung Sherlock Holmes (Andrew Lane)Sherlock HolmesTreasure Planet

Favourite TV Series

Dragons Race to the EdgeDragons Defenders of BerkDragons Riders of BerkTeen Titans (Original Series)Voltron: Legendary Defender

Favourite Musical

HamiltonIn the HeightsWickedWaitressDear Evan Hansen

Favourite Animals

Red FoxRaccoonOwlWolf

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HTTYD

To love, to cry, to win, to loose,

To help those in need,

Even if they don't care about you.

To trust, and live a life full of friends,

To have some time, with the closest to your heart,

To create, and repay, that in which you have taken away.

To miss, and fail, but in a humble way,

Protect your family and friends with selfless courage,

And defend your honour with strength and gentleness.

Helping out even if they don't recognise your help,

Even though they don't care,

You partake in plans,

And help it all land,

Safely and quietly,

Without much of a drama.

To stand up for what you believe in,

To support in what is right,

Even though you may not come out of the fight.

To be thankful for the little things in life,

Even if it is not much,

And to strive for peace and love,

Even if you are the one who comes out hurt, and alone.

To celebrate and forgive,

Those who have done wrong,

And move on,

On to the future full of freedom,

This is How to Train Your Dragon, and it is more that just a training session,

wouldn't you agree?

(Inspired by LuvDragon's 'This is How To Train Your Dragon')

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D* put this

R* on your

E* page if you

A* prefer your

M* imagination

S* over reality

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It's the 50's, and a black man drinks from a white water fountain. A white man approaches him and says, "Excuse me, that is for whites only. You are colored." The black man then raises his head, and replies, "I was black when I was born. I'm black when I'm cold. I'm black when I'm hot. I'm black when I'm sick, and I'll be black when I die. You sir, are pink when you're born. Blue when you're cold. Red when you're hot. Green when you're sick. And purple when you die. Now who's the colored one?" Whoo-hoo! Go anti-racists!

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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

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This is my profile. I write 9 months of the year, and daydream the other 3. Any stories I write are adventure packed and angsty, the characters even more so. The upsides, are the pets. You see where most people have Zootopians or Hedgies, we have...

DRAGONS!

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