Hello, this is my profile page.

My main fandoms are, in no particular order: Prince of Persia (Sands of Time trilogy), Morrowind, Oblivion, xenomorphs, and Good Omens.

Here's a nice quote:

Wie wil stralen, die moet branden. (Translation: Who would shine, he must burn.)

- Lucebert

Right. So. I started uploading a new story today. It is called 'Crucible', and, since you're reading this, you must've already seen the prologue and the AN that precedes it, so I won't bore you by repeating the details here. I'll just add that the story, as is my habit, will update every Sunday. Seventeen installments in all. Hang in there.

The soundtrack to this third story is a bit more extensive than for my other two. I assure you, I had my reasons. Scope, man. Scope.

- 'Love fills a hole in the heart': Il Volo, by Zucchero
- 'Broken Treasure': Snow on the Sahara, by Anggun

- 'Crucible':

For Aziraphale who was once Zirah: Lux Aeterna, by Györgi Ligeti
For Caphriel: Atmosphères, by Györgi Ligeti
For them both: 12 o'clock, by Vangelis

For a good deal of the story, starting with the prologue: Babylon, by Gregorian: Masters of Chant

Basically for Chapter Six: Innocence, but can be taken for more chapters, if you want: Bless the Child, by Nightwish

Technically for Chapter Eight: Ocean, but can again be taken for more chapters, if you like: Nemo, by Nightwish and L'enfer confortable, by La Floa Maldita

For Chapter Ten: Storm, these two: Lumen Naturae, by Corciolli and Ameno Remix, by Era

For Chapter Eleven: Embrace, this song: Baba Yetu, by The Dubai Fountain
In the words of Thrice Seven Once Eleven: "The Dubai Fountain is the only thing capable of producing an audiovisual representation of two angelic beings' love for one another." And I quite agree with her.

Finally, for the Epilogue: Return to Innocence, by Enigma

- 'Dark Trails':

As a good mood setter: The Unravelling, by Aereogramme

- 'Anno Domini':

Again, as a good mood setter: Sanctus, by Gabriel Fauré
For the ending (and the rest, really): Jewel in the Night, by Chris Hadfield

- 'Connections':

To set the tone: Home, by Secret Garden

Oh, one more thing. If you have the time, please do look at some of the stories in my Favourites list. Because these authors deserve it.

As for what's coming up now, I didn't author any of it, but I agree with every word down there.

PLEASE READ WHAT'S UNDER THIS!!

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.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it

Mummy...Johnny brought a gun to school

He told his friends that it was cool

And when he pulled the trigger back

It shot with a great crack

Mummy I was a good girl

I did what I was told

I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold

But mummy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye

I'm sorry mummy I had to go, but mommy please don't cry

When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another

And all because he got the gun from his older brother

Mummy please tell daddy that I love him very much

And please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush

And tell my little sister that she is the only one now

And tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best

Mummy I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest

Mummy tell my teachers I won't show up for class

And never to forget this and please don't let this pass

Mummy why'd it have to be me no one deserves this

Mummy warn the others, mummy I left without a kiss

And mummy tell the doctors I know they really did try

I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry

Mummy I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest

But mummy please remember I'm in heaven with the rest

Mummy I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crack

Mummy listen to me if you would

I wanted to go to college

I wanted to try things that were new

I guess I'm not going with daddy

On that trip to the new zoo

I wanted to get married

I wanted to have a kid

I wanted to be an actress

Mummy I wanted to live

But mummy I must go now

The time is getting late

Mummy tell my Chris

I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date

I love you mummy I always have

I know you know it's true

Mummy all I wanted to say is "mummy I love you"

In memory of the Columbine students that were lost

Please if you would

Pass this around

I'd be happy if you could

Don't smash this on the ground

If you pass this on

Maybe people will cry

Just keep this in heart

For the people that didn't get to say "goodbye"

Now you have two choices

1) repost and show you care

2)ignore it and you have just proven you have a low-down, cold-heart