Updated15/2/2013

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Disclaimer I Do Not Own Adventure Time. My Profile Picture Is Made By Me

I like reading people's profiles not because I'm a stalker, I just like getting to know people!:3

Previous Name(s): VioletandFinn (I Didn't Like My Account Name)

Age: Not Going To Tell You

Gender: Female

Favourite Shows: Adventure Time!It's So Cool And Awesome! (It'll Be Awesomer And Cooler If FP Died)

Favourite Colour: Purple! Purple Soothes My mind. The Rest Of The Colours Fall In Second Place.

Favourite Hobby: Drawing, Writing FanFictions.

My Favourite Pairings

1st: Finn x OC (I Make My Own Characters. They'll Be Shown After This)

2nd Finn x Marceline (Finnceline) Their Name Is Weird When Mixed, I Know. She's More Than A Thousand Years Old (Who Cares). But They're Perfect! If You Watched Bad Little Boy, She Makes Her Counterpart Fall For Fionna! That May Means She also Loves Finn! :3

My OC Characters

Violet: Same Age As Finn. Everything She Touches, Decays, Making Her Afraid Of Living, Hurting People And Being A Nuisance To Others. The Niece Of Death

Felicia: Same Age As Finn. Werecat. Turns Berserk If Full Moon. Don't Want To Hurt Finn.

Valerie: Same Age As Finn. Valkyrie. FP Burns Her Wings. Finn Tries To Make It Up To Her. Is Now Afraid Of Fire.

SchehieraA Half Ghost Half Human. Doesn't believe that's she's dead. Fades away if she becomes sad for too long.

Leading OC In My Poll

NameHyphea (Hy-fi)

Species1/3 human, sea serpent and phoenix

AgeSame age as Finn

Appearance Same Skin Tone As Finn,
Long Silver/Blue/Red Hair
Serpent Mode: Blue/Silver
Phoenix Mode: Red/Gold
Lime Coloured Eyes

PersonalityBubbly, caring, kind, Shy, playful,

Will She Appear In A FanFiction: Yes

Favourite Characters And Least Favourite Characters

Fav:

Least Fav (HATE)

Story

Status

Be My Bat

: Got 16 Reviews. Not Bad. Read The Sequel Now! (Completed)

Between Two Worlds

: I don't want to write AU when I published this story so I made up something to make it not an au (I am so bad at explaining stuff). (Paused) (this is just a practice story and we'l write in freetimes)

K To The T

: First Fanfiction Based On An OC To Get A Review. (Paused)

No Guts, No Glory

: First Truth Or Dare FanFiction! Send Me Your Truth Or Dares! (paused)

Stupid, Crazy, Love

: Sequel To Be My Bat. A Might Be Really Long Story. (Ongoing)

Frozen Tears

: Winner OC in my Poll! (paused)

Beat of My Heart

: Winner pairing(Fiolee)'s story. R&R (paused)

Lawfully Mine

: My First Marcelee Story. It's Just their Moments and how Marceline accepts being the wife of the Vampire Queen FLUFF. (paused)

Deep Down Frozen

: I planned the sequel already lol... (Ongoing)

What Is Love?

: Just popped into my head. updates when I think of something. My first One-Shot (Completed)

Sigh, I now have 5 ongoing stories. Stupid mind that keeps getting ideas for fanfics!

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 without 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 newspaper 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 newspaper 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 forever.. 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.

Child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!

My name is Sarah I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see.

I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up All the day long

When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight

Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall.

I try and hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door.

He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah And I am but three, Tonight my daddy,

Murdered me.

Her name was Auroura She was only five This is what happened When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk Her mom was an addict Her parents kept her Locked in an attic

Her only friend was a little toy bear It was old and worn out And had patches of hair

She always talked to it When no one's around She lays there and hugs it Not a peep of sound

Until her parents unlock the door Some more and more pain She'll have to endure

A bruise on her leg A scar on her face Why would she be In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear And softly crys She loves her parents But they want her to die

She sits in the corner Quiet but thinking, "God, why? Why is My life always sinking?"

Such a bad life For a sad little kid She'd get beaten and beaten For anything she did

Then one night Her mom came home high The poor child was hit and slapped As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly Grabbed for a blade It was sharp and pointy One that she made

She thrusted the blade Right in her chest, "You deserve to die You worthless pest!"

The mom walked out Leaving the girl slowly dying She grabbed her bear And again started crying

Police showed up At the small little house They quickly barged in Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly Opened a door To find the sad little girl Lying on the floor

It must have been bad To go through so much harm But at least she died With her best friend in her arms

If child abuse makes you sick and you think it's horrible and should be stopped, put this poem on your profile

Carmen was pushed! They pushed her! She was pushed!

About 6 years ago in Indiana, Carmen Winstead was pushed down a sewer opening by 5 girls in her school, trying to embarrass her in front of her school during a fire drill. When she didn't submerge the police were called. They went down and brought up 17 year old Carmen Winstead's body, her neck broke hitting the ladder, then side concrete at the bottom. The girls told everyone she fell... They believed them.

FACT: 2 months ago, 16 year old David Gregory read this post and didn't repost it. When he went to take a shower he heard laughter from his shower, he started freaking out and ran to his computer to repost it, He said goodnight to his mom and went to sleep, 5 hours later his mom woke up in the middle of the night cause of a loud noise, David was gone, that morning a few hours later the police found him in the sewer, his neck broke and his face skin peeled off.

If you don't repost this saying "She was pushed" or "They pushed her down a sewer" Then Carmen will get you, either from a sewer, the toilet, the shower, or when you go to sleep you'll wake up in the sewer, in the dark, then Carmen will come and kill you.