Name: Uke Mochi of course (or Stefen if you really must know)
Age: Old enough to feel old, but young enough to be a kid.
Date of Birth: Christmas Eve. WISH ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAMNIT:shakes fish:
Current Hobbies: anything having to do with Death Note (namely Raito and L) or anime, gnawing on people, flirting with my friend Kyasarin (‘though she beats me over the head with her notebook when I do), talking in Japanese, playing in Photoshop, scaring preps, writing pr0n in public, hanging out with my spaztacular friends (while scaring preps), reading psychology textbooks and doing an insane amount of sit ups… just because.
Current Dislikes: My stepmother (because she's a moron, and a thief as well), my ex's, pastel pink, posers, having bug bites, the sun (IT BUUUUUUURRNNSSS!!), children, homophobes, the type of girl who wears REALLY tight clothes when she shouldn't, and people who can’t think for themselves.
Things to come (holy crap… they’re not all yaoi!)
NEW!! (11.30.07)
Operation: 6 Step... three boys, six steps, and twelve months until they're seniors. Boy A is straight acting and keeps his preference quite. Boy B isn't quite as straight as he assumes he his and isn't as gay as Boy A wants to believe. Boy C is a closet case and barely able to admit his attraction to other boys to himself let alone other people. Boy A stalks Boy B and meets Boy C in the process. Boy B is oblivious to Boy A's intention when he offers to help Boy B in class, just as Boy A is oblivious to Boy C's intention when he does the same, and this is just with those three. Don't forget Boy A's mom and her employer (who's kid'll surprise you), hippie neighbores, closet stoners, company dinners, and algebraic equations. Those poor boys aren't just stuck in the love triangle they don't even know about-- they're stuck in some weird polygon shape! STATUS: Planning stage; apx. seven parts (arranged according to step), hopefully started by June '08. Plot subject to change between then and now.
NEW!! (11.30.07)
Not By Blood... Nate's mom is a hardcore homophobe. Nate is... not. One day, in the height of a Californian summer, Nate gets tired of listening to his mother's ranting, so he leaves. In Montana, he finds his cousin Ronan staying with their grandparents. It takes Nate less than week with his cousin to realize he's his mother's worst enemy. Rated T for cursing and homosexual relationships. STATUS: All written out, ready to be typed. Will be posted soon. I hope.
THE REST ARE NOT SO NEW!! (11.30.07)
Mardi Gras Land… A female assassin in a broken world comes across three promising children willing to follow in her footsteps in the dead city of New Orleans. She rescues them, not knowing how her clan will react, with the intent of continuing an age old tradition. Cursing, killing, half naked preteens and teenagers forced into prostitution, microscopic yuri and yaoi hints in first part, more defenate yuri later on. STATUS: Part one complete; upwards of three more to go. Chapter one posted.
Game… Taylor and Jason, friends for God knows how long, have a bit of a competitive streak against each other, and are willing to do most anything to win, so they consult their three closest friends for something new. They get “Game”. As it’s explained, they have to act as a normal couple, doing things anyone in a romantic relationship would do, and they get scored on it. Mix in a stalker, an English teacher –slash- super yaoi fan girl, detentions, and a private school filled with rich snobs and you get something… interesting to say the least. Yaoi, yuri, lemony goodness, cursing, random innuendos, and eventual emoness. STATUS: Sixteen chapters written; over half way through one of two parts
OH MY GOD! READ ME! If anyone actually reads my profile, and likes yaoi, I beg thee: give me ideas for smut filled yaoi oneshots. There are only so many scenarios one pervert can think of, so give me ideas, characters, positions, plots (psshtt...), anything to get creative juices flowing, please.
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