Hello, everyone who is randomly reading my profile!
You may have noticed my username has changed slightly--Khelc-sul Renai to Khelek-sul Renai. Khelek-sul is Tolkien's elvish; Khelc was an accidental misspelling that I made when first signing up that I never got around to fixing until now.
Main fandoms I read: Avengers, Merlin, and Lord of the Rings. I read Harry Potter, Sherlock, Kingdom Hearts, Tales of Symphonia, The World Ends With You, Fire Emblem, Hikaru no Go, Phoenix Wright, Naruto, Tales of the Abyss, Les Mis, Mercedes Lackey, Final Fantasy VII, and Prince of Tennis from time to time, but I've kind of dropped out of those fandoms lately, though I love the games and books as much as ever!
A little about me: I'm a college graduate with a double major in Theater Tech/Design and Economics and no real job. I'm a Christian, but we are told not to judge others in the Bible, so I don't.
Favorite Authors: J.R.R. Tolkien, Mercedes Lackey, Tamora Pierce, John Flanagan, and Terry Pratchet
Favorite Video Games: Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy X, Final Fantasy XII, Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance, and the first 3 Phoenix Wright:Ace Attorney games, Ace Investigations, Tales of Symphonia, Tales of Vesperia and Tales of the Abyss. The TotA ending leaves SO much up to the players imagination...
Favorite manga: Yu Yu Hakusho, Naruto, Fullmetal Alchemist, The Prince of Tennis, Hikaru No Go, DNAngel, .hack, and way too much more to continue the list.
My best friend and I have created a collaboration account, Unprecedented Power Apple, where we've posted Tales of the Abyss Fanfic. It's been forever since we have updated it, though...
Anyway, if your story has an anonymous review signed from Fawn, that was probably from me--especially if it was a Kingdom Hearts Fanfic; and it most likely meant I like your work, since I dislike writing flames. I reviewed as that before I got an account and continue to do so whenever I'm too lazy to log in, or happen to be commenting on something I read on AO3. Keep Writing!
I have a request fic for anyone who writes Tales of the Abyss fic: I REALLY want to see a Peony/Jade/Guy story. I actually an idea for more details than that, if anyone wants that with more of a prompt, but just seeing those three together at all would be an utter WIN!
If you love the "Tales of..." series, copy this to your profile.
Bad spellers of the world UNTIE! If you are a bad speller and know it copy this to your profile.
If you are tired of all Christians being portrayed as either fanatics who don't like anything or hypocrites, copy and paste this to your profile.
If you have ever argued with yourself, lost, and find nothing wrong with it, put this in your profile.
Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are unconcerned by the dismal state of their education, or the fact that their fanfiction is raping the English language. If you're part of the five percent of fanfiction writers/readers who do care about such things, cut and paste this, and then leave reviews for those poor souls who know not what they are doing.
If your favorite pairings are the ones that are rarely written, rarely thought of, hated, or given a "WTF?!" by others, and you're PROUD of it, copy and paste this onto your profile.
If you ever read past two in the morning, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you've ever threatened a computer or video game console, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you've ever wished you could go into a book and strangle some of the characters for being so incredibly dumb, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you read fics of shippings/pairings you don't support/hate, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you like the cold and to walk in the moonlight, copy this onto your profile.
If you have ever felt the undeniable urge to slam your head into something, whether it is another person or not copy this into your profile
Put this in your profile if you didn't know the Alphabet Song, Ba Ba Black Sheep, and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star had the same tune until you saw this.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.
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.
We interrupt this profile for an important message to one who has passed on. He will be remembered dearly.
OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense,who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion, or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
A moment of silence.
A white man enters a bar and sees a black man sitting on a stool. The white man says, "Colored people are not allowed here."
The black man turned around and stood up.
He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK. When I grew up I was BLACK. When I'm sick I'm BLACK. When I go in the sun I'm BLACK. When I'm cold I'm BLACK. When I die I'll be BLACK. But you sir, when you're born you're PINK. When you grow up you're WHITE. When you're sick, you're GREEN. When you go in the sun you turn RED. When you're cold you turn BLUE. And when you die you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored?"
The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away... Post this on your profile if you hate racism!
Wow, this has gotten LONG with all the copy and paste stuff I've added... Thanks for sticking around anyone who's read all this! God bless!