As I said, I am Silvya. 21, Female, Bisexual. I cosplay Karkat, fem!Tavros, Cronus and my own OC (Utitef Krilar) from Homestuck along with Eyeless Jack and my OC Creepypasta (Serenity Trueheart of Twisted Twins).

I absolutely love anime. My favorites are Bleach, Naruto, D.Gray-Man, Kenichi, Blackblood Brothers, Deadman Wonderland, Hellsing, Wolf's Rain, Inuyasha, Soul Eater, Pokemon (of course XD) ect.

My favorite book series are The Dark-Hunters, The League and Lords Of The Underwold.

My two favorite comics are X-men and Homestuck.

My favorite cartoon to this day is Transformers, which I started watching as the G1 series since I was child, and my favorite versions are the G1, Prime, Animated, Unicron Trilogy, and the live movies.

My favorite movies are: Grease, Freedom Writers, Sister Act 2, Gridiron Gang, The Pacifier, Rise of the Guardians, Nightmare Before Christmas, Tremors 1-5, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Guardians of the Galaxy, Twister, Big Hero 6, Avengers 1&2, and many more.

My hobbies are writing, drawing, cosplay, listening to music and reading...and don't you forget games!

I am also a huge Final Fantasy, Fire Emblem, and Legend of Zelda fan :3

Now in regards to my stories, I have a lot to say. I cannot express my sincerest apologies. I know excuses are usless by now but they are true. There has just been no time to even think about fanfiction let alone my actual stories. Once I got my job all I did for the past year basically was sleep when I got off and on my weekends. The weight of the death of my Papa(grandfather) was still heavy for half that year and I just didnt want to do anything. I practically lost interest in everything. A couple of months ago I started finding a way to have time to do stuff after work and ob my weekends and have been majorly brainstorming.

My two existing stories "Noble's Insanity" and "Upraising Darkness" are going to be taken down and completely revamped before being re-uploaded, hopefully with them being a lot better put together and solidly plotted. Now, along with those stories they're literally four others being brainstormed. No, I'm not going to do them all at once. That just mental suicide there. Now before anyone tries to say its stupid to try that many, there's nothing that will stop me. On that note, here's the list of series that the new stories are based from: X-men Evolution, Transformers Prime, Fire Emblem Fates, and one thats completely made from my imagination and completely original. The ones based off series other Bleach all have an OC as the main character. I kinda want to know your guesses for each story, except my original one, on which character will be getting with the OC. These will all also be on my wattpad.

Now the schedule. I work third shift (10pm-7am) on Saturday's through Tuesday's and attend at a gaming and yugioh buisness on Wednesday's. The updates to any of these when they are up and going will be on Thursday or Friday cause I really need to start sleeping better chance on Friday's. There is no guarentee all of them will be updated together but I will try every other week for them and see how it goes. I dont have a date when any of these will be uploaded but hopefully sometime this month or the next. All I can truly say is I'm extremely sorry for disappearing and I hope I dont disappoint any of you. Try checking in on my profile sometime near the end of this month or next, they will be up by one of the two. Thank you for taking the time to read this if you did. I will answer any questions and listen to any opinions as long as they're not hurtful.

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I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through 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 ones, 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 simply 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 getting the management 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 unfit mother because I now live with another woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to 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 when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized 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 don't believe, but because they closed their doors to 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 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 after all, 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 with out 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 news paper 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 news paper 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 for ever.. 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, or

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

Month one

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

If you're against abortion, re-post this