So, for some odd reason, you've wandered into my profile page. Suppose I should start introduction.

I like to write as a hobby, and I am a procrastinator. Also, I suck at making profile pages. :D

That's about all. Read down below for oldish info.

To kill time:

Name: Orange. Actually, I go by Lochesh on Fanfiction, so I'll answer to that.

Age: Not legal yet. YET.

Likes: Anime/manga, music, fanfiction, slash (mild-ish, with more cute then smut), computer, my iPod nano, food (I have a black hole for a stomahc, so sue me.), sweets (sugar freak), horror movies, and my friends.

I LOVE my friends, my close friends that is. The ones who DIDN'T go abandon me as soon as we went off to different highschools.

Hates: Eeeeehhhh, plenty, but you don't need to know that.

Useless Misc. Info

I tend to forget to update. Also, I spend too much time on FF.net reading fanfics instead of writing them. :D

Fics in Progress:

Reeling Fire - Of kitty boxers, serpent boys, and those who started it all. Slash. Hiatus indefinately. Because it sucks. And I can't bare to write more on it anymore without gagging at my horrible writing.

Working On:

Hyper Broken (Originally Oath Breaker)- (Yes, the name does have a meaning behind it and is not just two random words pieced together). My baby. Slight slash if you look through a magnifying glass. Meet Azorth - he's angry at everything, yes, even your dog. Of course, he doesn't show it (anymore). His world is perfect, if you ignore the fact that there's a bloody damn war going on and he's in it, but other than that, things are just peachy. Now meet Khrono. He's about to completely screw up Azorth's sense of reality (if Azzy even had one in the first place).

Contains a whole lot less humour than I make it seem like in the summary, some character-torture, and re-occuring characters pulled over from Millenium Academy. This is the total bastardization of MA. It is my pride and joy...I think.

Millenium Academy - Involves plenty of angst. Children with guns, a war going on, yeah, everything's going great. (Multiple one-shots revolving around the same background plot) Slight, slight, slight if you really squint.

Before I forget...

I write SLASH. Not femslash, boyXboy. Shounen-ai. Whatever it is. Not full on Yaoi though...I might just hyperventilate while writing it. I write angsty, soft fics with love-hate relationships and unrequited love. I write the kind of "I know you love her, he knows you love her, you know you love her, but nobody knows I love you." fics. Because I'm a sucker for angst.

Soo...spread the love I guess.

News

Removed a lot of old junk from my profile. Let's see what's been going on...Millenium Academy has been updated sometime last month with Just A Little Broken as the 2nd chapter. Next chappie will be...uh...either Sing Me A Song, or Fog. Both are incomplete.

The two shots after those ARE complete, they are Quiet Consistency and Filling The Ocean With Pebbles.

I write backwards. :D The reason the last two are not going to be posted before Sing Me A Song and Fog are because they are ending the shots.

BTW, Hetalia is taking over my life kthx. Stupid nations, stop making me ship you guys together.

Oranges, out.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I was a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working on the streets because nobody will hire a transexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight throught the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky one's, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simple too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid having the managment called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an un-fit mother because I now live with another woman

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn too because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died because the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they found out I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I dont believe, but because they closed the doors on my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving christian parents he loves another male.
I am the one who cannot accept Himself/Herslef!

Repost this if you think homophobia is wrong

OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.