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Have you ever just looked at a sentence and felt like part of your brain exploded? I'm afraid to read this thing.

I left a comment on your LJ, but let me just say; sibling rapefics are EVIL. *growl*

Name: slasherchicsxx0930xxxx

GReetings. I'm Daisy, one of an identical twin set. i heart slash. my sister, does not. her losse. *sticke oute tongue at sistere*

Hi, Im Rosemary u can call me Ro. i luv my sister *squeehugs* even if shes weird. we shar this profile thingie an write lotsa fics togetha! i got a thezarus (no not the dinosur st00pid) for my birthdy so i use bigger wordz than her!

My sister is a crazy gotthy girl. she dissed my hello Kitty shirt. such a meanie, so having lots of slashy with my turn at writing. She wants more angsty. Agenstises needd luv, not that angst she keeps speaking of. And what is emo anyway?

Helo Kitty SUX! an emo means kewl and deep an you don;t likwe it coz ur 2 dumb to undastnad it!

o that doz it im not leting you use my nalevarnish if ur gonna be MEEEEEEEEN!

fine! u bich!

fine, dummy!

Narniaslash this time. Peter/Edmund *growls deep in throat*

http://agenttrojie.livejournal.com/28151.html#cutid1

A Night To Remember Agents Allison and Tasmin take care of a piece of jail bait that mistakenly thinks she can dance.

I am wanting to go over to teach English as a second language in Japan for the next two or so years. Anyone know anthing about that? I have aplied to may places and recieved replies from two: GABA and RCS.

Any information would be awsome (passed experience or know someone that worked for them?)

Leto, starting to get nervous about his trip to Asia.

Do something that she'll remember for the rest of her fictional life (i.e: a few seconds)!

Thats sum ciil stuff dere, homie. I wanna red mor.

Needs mor gangsta stuff, tho (lol, jus kiddin. Its awsum.)

Title: Da Clover's Revenging.
Summary: Da Clover faecs heet in Compton - how dos da O-G Clover revenge his ded brotha and escape da pigs? AU. Vilence. Clover/Hycinth probly. R&R - no FLames, k?
Category: PPC
Rating: PG-13 probly
Language: Gangsta...haha, im just kiddin, English.

Chapter 1: A Memry Long Forggoten
Da alrm beepd. Da Clover woke up, his Glock by his sied. He pickd it up. Somethin was wrong, he cud smell it. He walkd outta his room and into da room opposit his. He lookd insied and yelled "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"!. "His brotha was limp on da bed, blood comin outta hi"s head and stuff. Da Clover ran to his brotha's side.

He held his bortha's hed in his arms and yelld, "I no who did this to my drotha! nD IM COMIN FOR U, CRIPS! IM COMIN TO REVENGE MY BOTHA!"

He stood up and loded his gun. "This is somethin I gots to do mysel. I gots to face up to da consekweensis of ma O-G life."

He chargd out da door and stood on his lawn.

"Tiem for Da Clova to choke some bitshes," he sed solummly.

A/N Thatz ma first chaptr, homies. R&R plz, so u cAN READ MOR b out the Da O-G, Clover. NO FLAMES
[[OOC: I'm so, so, so, so sorry, Clover. I'm really, really sorry.]]

Some being looking at profiles of people with "gangsta" in their name. One made me laugh with his attempts at being "gangsta", so I've based it mostly off of him. There was something so inconsistent about his account...you can see it here - http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1222081/BURNER2-Gangsta_Gangsta-CL - and if anyone's involved in Code Lyoko fic, you might just wanna take a look. I have a feeling he ain't the greatest fic writer. :P

Name: origonalgangsta2008

Bio: Yo! My nam is Terrence, nd im gangsta. I sux at profiels, but heres go. Im 16 nd, if u can't alredy see, I like The Clover coz he's, like, totally badass if you can't see that u're stupdi. Jus so u know, I dont like mean peeps, and I will pop a cap in the asses of any1 who treis to be mean to any1. K?

First chapta for my new story will be up sun. Peece out, A town down, homies.

If by 'training' you mean 'the ones who haven't picked this up are dead by now', yes.

hS

Unfortunately I'm not. Which is a shame, given that the Laison-Dimond clan are French. Ah, well.

hS

Probably Maria also.

Assuming I can get online...my laptop's going in for repairs so I have to used the uber-slow shared computer.

Ici.

Sorry for adding to the confusion!

What would it involve? I know nothing about Bastille Day except that it's connected to the Bastille (well, that's kinda obvious). Apologies; I probably used to know, but the knowledge has sunk into the farthest recesses of my brain. If anyone has any info, it would be much appreciated.

Sorry!

Please use the latter one in the site.

Summary:A story about the love and life of Melba,the Smut Carver.

Melba was running through the corridors of HQ,thinking about the life she had lost forever.

Picnics in the soft grass...

Rejuvinating dives in lakes of pure azure...

Wild dances under the night sky...

And all in the confines of HQ...

However,it was all taken from her when one fine day,the Flowers kidnapped her and took her to a secret lab,where they dressed her in black leather and whipped her unmercifully.

Saying that "they needed something to keep your fellow Agents in line",they pumped Sue compounds into her body and forced her to read one thousand and one bad smut ideas.

They kept tourturing her for three days and three nights,until they released her into a grey and cruel world.

There,she did her duty well,traumatizing her former comrades with her evil and strange ways.

After brooding(gothically) about what her life had become, she continued running along the passageways,crying.

Then she met Melvin.

He was the only person who saw through the veil of disgust that she had woven about herself. He was the only person that cared about her despite what she has done.

She surrendered to him,and they had nights of love in convinient broom closets and patches of grass that appeared whenever they were.

However,the Flowers were wrathful that she had found love,and they sent an army of Evil Dandelions to destroy her happiness. She used all her abilities to protect her loved one,but was shot by one of their hired snipers.

Using the last of her powers to teleport Melvin to safety,she expired.

Melvin then later founded a brotherhood of gallant smut Knights(and priests,can't have a cult whithout priests)that lasted until this day: THE CULT OF THE SMUT CARVER!

~~~~~
The Sub Rosa looked up from the piece of paper she had been holding,and said: "I've never seen such a horrible pack of lies my entire life!"

"You'll get over it,my fellow Board Member,said the Marquis de Sod."

"You're right. Judging by the reports sent by my Department,not even the Cult members belived the fic,evenafterMelvin neuralyzed them."

"Really?"

Yes.

"Phew! I tought I might have to treat you to some Bleeperin just to calm your nerves.Not that I tought that was a bad thing,of course."

Don't worry. Now,is it just me,or are Het!Author-Wraiths stalking us...

Summary:A story about the love and life of Melba,the Smut Carver.

Melba was running through the corridors of HQ,thinking about the life she had lost forever.

Picnics in the soft grass...

Rejuvinating dives in lakes of pure azure...

Wild dances under the night sky...

And all in the confines of HQ...

However,it was all taken from her when one fine day,the Flowers kidnapped her and took her to a secret lab,where they dressed her in black leather and whipped her unmercifully.

Saying that "they needed something to keep your fellow Agents in line",they pumped Sue compounds into her body and forced her to read one thousand and one bad smut ideas.

They kept tourturing her for three days and three nights,until they released her into a grey and cruel world.

There,she did her duty well,traumatizing her former comrades with her evil and strange ways.

After brooding(gothically) about what her life had become, she continued running along the passageways,crying.

Then she met Melvin.

He was the only person who saw through the veil of disgust that she had woven about herself. He was the only person that cared about her despite what she has done.

She surrendered to him,and they had nights of love in convinient broom closets and patches of grass that appeared whenever they were.

However,the Flowers were wrathful that she had found love,and they sent an army of Evil Dandelions to destroy her happiness. She used all her abilities to protect her loved one,but was shot by one of their hired snipers.

Using the last of her powers to teleport Melvin to safety,she expired.

Melvin then later founded a brotherhood of gallant smut Knights(and priests,can't have a cult whithout priests)that lasted until this day: THE CULT OF THE SMUT CARVER!

~~~~~
The Sub Rosa looked up from the piece of paper she had been holding,and said: "I've never seen such a horrible pack of lies my entire life!"

"You'll get over it,my fellow Board Member,said the Marquis de Sod."

"You're right. Judging by the reports sent by my Department,not even the Cult members belived the fic,evenafterMelvin neuralyzed them."

"Really?"

Yes.

"Phew! I tought I might have to treat you to some Bleeperin just to calm your nerves.Not that I tought that was a bad thing,of course."

Don't worry. Now,is it just me,or are Het!Author-Wraiths stalking us...

From midnight to midnight July 14, New Caledonia time, we could roleplay a Bastille Day celebration, PPC style, in the city.

It's called The Call of Duty by Jael. I found it on HASA. Here is the link: http://www.henneth-annun.net/stories/chapter.cfm?stid=6363

This author, by the way, has many good stories that I recommend.

Enjoy!

~Zoe~

With the Doctor, each time he regenerates, he's a new character, with a different personality. From what I know of Romana, she's the same way. If you made large changes to Ace's character, I'd say OC. If she's mostly the same, than canon.
Personally, I'd say something like "AU canon" or "mostly canon."