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At The End Of The Day
We're The Ones Still Standing
Basic Account, Created on 11 March 2006 (#9743168), Last updated on 23 July 2010 [Gift]
- Name:
- Miss Liz
- Birthdate:
- 21 August 1978
- Location:
- Sacramento, California, United States
- Website:
- No Rest For The Wicked (under construction)
- External Services:
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- skyesmommy916
- wickedgame916
- liz.wickedgame
- skyesmommy916
- Interests: (82)
- 07-ghost, adult fan fiction, aju scenes, anti-censorship, art is not reality, asura cryin, bisexuality, bleach, blood, bondage, boypile, btvs, burlesque, civil liberties, coffee, cooking, cross-dressing, cuddling, cute boys, cute girls, dirty talk, dita von teese, eden of the east, erotic asphyxiation, erotica, eureka 7, exhibitionism, fake, fan fiction, fetish, ff7: advent children, fiction is not reality, free speech, freedom of artistic expression, freedom of speech, fullmetal alchemist, gastric bypass surgery, group sex, gundam wing, hair-pulling, hellsing, horror films, icons, kink, kol, kuroshitsuji, kyou kara maou, labyrinth, loveless, masochism, masturbation, movies, open marriage, original fiction, ouran koukou host club, phantom, public sex, reading, rose mcgowan, rough sex, sadism, sex, sex toys, shopping, short stories, shounen ai, sleeping, smut, snuggling, swing dancing, the bill of rights, the second amendment, threesomes, toradora, trigun, vampire knight, vampire knight guilty, voyeurism, watching movies, writing, yaoi, yuri
- Bio
- My fic journal can be found here: http://wickedgamefics.livejournal.com
Layout, FO banner, and default icon done by
misao_duo. Do not use or take without permission.
I am also on Greatest Journal (wicked_game_) and Insane Journal (wickedgame), although I don't use those journals right now. They're there for back up.
Current mood theme by
mixtapehavenWe are the clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly!--yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost forever:
Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
One mood or modulation like the last.
We rest.--A dream has power to poison sleep;
We rise.--One wandering thought pollutes the day;
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;
Embrace fond foe, or cast our cares away:
It is the same!--For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free:
Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutability.
There's not much to know about me. I'm not remarkable in any way, shape or form. I grew up in a small town, I have a husband that I love and two kids that I adore. I'm a stay at home mom and my aim is to write for the rest of my life.
Don't friend me unless you're prepared for a lot of angst and whining.
I write because I can, and I need to.
Icon Resources Post: http://wickedgameff.livejournal.com/81815.html#cutid1 (out of date, i know)