Okaaayyy... I'm Kei.

Okay, I admit, I'm Kaye. Kaye Jezebel Lyle! Deal with it. :)

My profile is very bland. I have 2 other accounts, and I don't feel like putting all of my same things up here. So I'll put different things up here!

My collaborative account with my friend Emm (FictionPress): The Clock Strikes Thirteen
My FanFiction account: also dominoKEI
Both of those have much more interesting things on the profiles. Sorry. Go check them out, though. They're pretty cool. Well, sorta. Just go read the stuff ok?!

Also, my Livejournal: dominokei

My deviantART: taytayblake

Author's note: FictionPress doesn't like my formatting! I honestly suggest going to my livejournal or my dA and reading my things there. Sorry for the inconvenience.

EDIT: Okay, I've recently been stalked. DO NOT do this. It's not cool. I don't appreciate it. I've barely even posted any shit on here. Don't stalk me, or I'll have to report you to the proper authorities.

Now here's for my personal profile! Yaaaaaay!

About me:

Okay, I'm a writer, by my own definition an artist (albeit not so great U.U), and possibly a shitty musician. I have a dA, as I mentioned above, but I've not actually posted anything on it. I cuss like a sailor somtimes (WHOOPS), but I'm an honest, loving person. I don't believe in hatred, or more that I don't believe the point of hatred, but I know it's good to get angry sometimes.

I love everyone, but I hate people. Mostly stupid people. (There's that h-word again...) I am definitely not a mean person, but I admit I'll tell it to you straight...

About my writing:

I write slash fiction! Yay slash fiction! I also write het fiction, pure sappy fluff, horror, humour, and action. I tend to enjoy a blend of the above. I know that my writing skills are mediocre at best, but that's why I am here. I'm here to improve and get reviews and to learn how to better my language skills. I also am a grammar buff, although it's not been shown too well here. The grammar in this profile is shit.

Speaking of shit-- Basic warnings about my stories:

I cuss in my stories... A LOT. If that's not okay, then GTFO. I'm serious. Normally, I rate down cussing. I assume that, if you are on FictionPress, then you have internet, and if you have internet, you know curse words. Cussing in my stories is most likely NOT going to be a factor in my rating criteria.
I also push boundaries. It's one of my favorite things to do. I question the norm, and I write over the line. I most definitely cross it.
I bash EVERYTHING. Anything from religion to health to race, etc, you name it, my story will have an opinion of it.
Controversy is my best friend. I love controversial shit. Any and all things that garner love, hate, or whateverthefuck in between, it is most likely something I enjoy learning, researching, and/or writing about.
You have been warned.

BEWARE: If you choose to continue from this point on, then I commend you. If not, I understand. And yet, please leave your ignorance at the door.

What I'm working on:

Untitled definite slashfic and action; fantasy

This piece isn't titled yet, but it's centered around a young man from a world called Chaos, his slave, and their adventures into a scary outside world. The people are based loosely around Greek and Roman empires and also tied to multiple different mythological realms.
Chaotics, as the people from Chaos are called, have the ability to survive. That is, when they get a limb ripped of or maybe a hole shot through their stomachs, they continue to live. They can't regenerate like those movie monsters from the place called Earth. They simply survive, and that is all. That is what their ancestors had to do, but no longer. Now it's a civilised society behind closed doors. The entire city on this small world is encompassed by huge walls-- a dome surrounding the people, keeping them in. Only one gate exists. Outside, there are monsters, and there are vagrants and animals and people walking like the living dead. When a "crazy" man finds a way into the locked city, chaos ensues. And that is where this story begins...
Presumed rating: M. Definitely M. Warnings: There's going to be swearing, sex, booze, gore, torture, rape, noncon, dubcon, and all that good stuff. There may even be some mush for all you sappy people.

Consequence - The Day When the World Died het/slash/action/suspense/hurtcomfort fic

a three-part short story following about fiveish main people

One day, for exactly twenty-four hours, everyone in the world will be dead. The world will continue on for twenty-four hours as the people lie or hang or fall from midair dead, where ever they are. In one day, everyone will awake, but not everyone will live. This is the story of comings-of-age, findings and losing of religion, and stumbling into a world that nobody really understands.
Presumed rating: T (or possibly M, if it comes down to it). This fic is gonna get controversial. Warnings: There's gonna be booze, drugs, sex, gender, science, and religion. And swearing. Always swearing.

The Grand Scheme of Things action/suspense/hurtcomfort/some het/minimal slash

Kit, an introspective, highly intelligent, aloof young boy, has discovered a secret about the government. Tracked and killed by high-class government agents, Kit is eliminated as a problem, and it is up to his best friend to carry on his work and legacy in secret.
Presumed rating: T or M, mostly based on violence. Warnings: There will be death. Lots and lots of it; main character deaths, mass death, public and/or innocent death, drugs, bigotry, skewing of religion, mental insanity, "brainwashing," inhumanity, dictatorship, eating disorders... I could go on forever. This is definitely not a happy fic, and if anything like this is a trigger for you, or makes you uncomfortable, by all means, avoid this! Also, swearing, though not so much as you might think, especially in comparison to my other fics.

Pedestal & Sin het/slash/general/humour

What do you get when you mix four young men in college, add some mediocre music, drugs, booze, and throw some sex in there? You get Pedestal & Sin, the hottest new band well-known to an abondoned warehouse full of ravers. (read: nobody cares!). Follow JayJay, Stormie, Ki, and Mo in their adventures of stupidity to the highest degree as they try to become famous and find themselves in the process. Rating: M. Warnings: drugs, sex, alcohol, CUSSING *This fic is written in an experimental format... It's solely dialogue-based and heavily first-person. If the fic is hard to read or follow at first, apologies. I just wanted to try a new style. FictionPress ruined the formatting from my word processor, but I update regularly on my Livejournal, sometimes with extras. I also will add story art and visual extras on my devianART.