About Me: Female, born in August of 1987 (drink up, me hearties, yo ho!), started writing fanfiction at age 17. Essentially, my alias is just something I completely made up, with no fandom-reference whatsoever.

Will NOT write or even read yaoi/yuri of any kind whatsoever (in the immortal words of Final Fantasy VI's Kefka Palazzo, I hate, hate, hate hate HATE IT!). I might be able to skip over parts containing yaoi/yuri along with the het that I love to read, but if I realize that something I'm reading is just a yaoi/yuri fic, that's when I leave and never come back. Otherwise, I'd just do a lot more flaming. I know what I like to read when I occasionally forage for lemons, and I also refuse to read BDSM scenes, rapefics, bestiality, or other such disturbing content.

When I first came to FanFiction.Net, I was a huge fan of Super Smash Bros. Melee. Not so strong in that fandom anymore, unfortunately.

Essentially, unlike writers of slash/femmeslash and others who butcher the characters of Smashers (Marth/Roy slash writers, those who write Princess Peach to be even ditzier than your average "dumb blond", those who portray Captain Falcon as a perverted moron--why do so many authors in this fanfic community hate him, anyway? etc.), I try to represent every character involved in my stories faithfully to canon (though occasionally playing up a good quality in a favorite character beyond what Nintendo would normally allow). For this reason readers of my stories will never see any twisted-up relationships (maybe plausible non-canon shipping) or characters whose personalities have been butchered beyond recognition--just the pure and simple essence of each Smasher and how I believe he/she would interact with others.

Here are titles and brief summaries of my work:

Survivors' Accounts from the Wormhole Crisis: Four Smashers find themselves in life-threatening danger when a mysterious attacker strings wormholes through the Nintendo universe to warp them into hostile situations. Each gives an account of surviving the crisis.

Courage of the Broken Hearts: A post-Wormhole-Crisis tragedy in which a powerful mage of darkness named Nephorius comes to the Nintendo universe to destroy the Smashers. As one Smasher falls after another, the survivors, broken-hearted as they are, must gather the courage to face Nephorius and defeat him.

The Pink and Powdered Princess: This poem is written on behalf of a Smasher grossly misrepresented in fanfiction.

Bonus Battle Bounty: Peach fights a bonus battle against a formidable opponent.

The Bounty Hunter: This poem could be from the viewpoint of either of two Smashers, but given some of my other work, which one was on my mind when I waxed poetic?

Observations: A Turn of Events: There's something going on at the Smashers' Mansion, as told by many different fighters among them--a different Smasher tells each chapter of the story. Can you guess the identities of all the storytellers?

Discretion is Vital!: An incident of a rather serious nature has occurred at the Smashers' Mansion. The task falls on Zelda to smooth things over, but can she do so--and give the two guilty parties their due--without anybody else finding out? (Reader discretion advised. Rated M for mild-to-moderate sexual content and strong violence.)

I also write fanfiction for Final Fantasy: Crystal Chronicles. Let me introduce you to my motley caravan from Tipa:

Khetala: A Yuke and the daughter of an alchemist, Khetala believes in a prophecy (somewhat to her father's dismay) that states that the "age of darkness" in which the miasma covers the world will not end until "four and others," one from every race at minimum, are able "to forget their eternal conflict and march upon the edge of darkness as one" and is determined to fulfill it. She, like all Yukes, has a certain knack for foreseeing the fates of others around her and knowing the thoughts on her fellow caravanners' minds and the wishes in their hearts. With this understanding, she guides the caravan with a firm but gentle hand.

David: A Clavat (unusually aggressive for someone of his race), a tailor's son, whose tenure as a caravanner is second only to that of Khetala. As he has no patience for learning trade skills, he insists that he will "live and die for the town of Tipa" collecting myrrh on the caravan. On the road, he works hard to keep smooth "going" on the rough road ahead. Quite talkative, he loves to tell stories to his fellow caravanners on the nights at roadside camp. He has a particular fondness for legends and stories of battles, the warriors who fought in them, and the weapons that they wielded.

Lydia: David's sister, three years his junior and the only girl in her family (she has five brothers, including David). She is the most domestic of the caravan, the best at cooking meals and repairing torn clothes and wagon-covers. Like her brother, she harbors a love of myths and legends told over the centuries of history. Like many of the race of Clavats, Lydia dislikes conflict. However, unlike most who dislike the race of Selkies, Lydia loves fellow caravanner Anais Nin like the sister she never had.

Anais Nin: A merchant's daughter, a beautiful lavender-haired and silver-eyed Selkie. In her race's native tongue, her name means "daughter of the revival," and she initially joined the Tipa caravan at the age of fifteen and at Khetala's particular request, for Khetala believed that Anais Nin would have the Selkies' hand in the "revival" of a world free of miasma. Loves to sing and dance, and will frequently lead her fellow caravanners in song. At one point, however, the demon Raem tries to kill her by an unorthodox method--and almost succeeds.

Dimo Nor: A Lilty blacksmith's son, named in memory of a Selkie (name means "he who fears nothing" in the Selkic tongue) who saved his father's life during the old man's days as a caravanner. Having joined the Tipa caravan in the same year as Anais Nin's joining on (only fourteen at the time), Dimo Nor is an accomplished fighter like many of his race, but (probably owing largely to Khetala's influence) he is also very compassionate, described as "a Lilty with a heart of gold" at one point when he defies his race's weakness and revives a fallen fellow caravanner with magic through heart and sheer force of will.

And here are their stories.

How it Came to Pass: The caravanners learn something interesting about the fall of Tida when they stop in Shella for a few days' rest.

What Say You?: Dimo Nor becomes suspicious when Anais Nin teaches Khetala and Lydia to speak Old Selkic. (Response to a challenge by fellow writer SasukeBlade.)

Sorrow and Doubt: At the end of the motley Tipa caravan's eighth year together, when a tragedy shatters the heart of one caravanner and causes another to fear what the future may hold, it's hard to tell which is the unhappier of these two. (Response to a challenge by fellow writer SasukeBlade.)

Aegis: Takes place just a few months before the final assault on Mount Vellenge. On their way to Daemon's Court, Lydia tells her fellow caravanners the story of a sought-after artifact--and unexpectedly gives Khetala a piece of insight into one of Raem's most sinister plans. (Response to a challenge by fellow writer SasukeBlade; ties in with Secrets of the Lost City and Sword of Redemption. Rated T for minor adult themes.)

Leonora's Lantern: Halloween-themed oneshot; takes place as Dimo Nor and Anais Nin have first become caravanners. Dimo Nor tells the legend of events before, and how, the angel Leonora led the Lilty people to Alfitaria and why it became Liltian custom to carve a pumpkin-shell into a luminary in the autumn. (May be considered a challenge response, but is mostly a fic that formed in my imagination when I carved a pumpkin into a jack-o-lantern.)

The Demon Sends His Messengers: An original twist on a familiar tragedy. The demon Raem perceives a growing threat somewhere in the miasma-clouded world--and sends his minions to eliminate it. (Rated T for character death in accordance with canon.) Dedicated to fellow FF.net users SasukeBlade, Ryouka Nocturnal, occultkat, Kirux, Twilight Scribe, and The Trinity Tree, and possibly others, depending on who else has played upon the same muse of inspiration.

Secrets of the Lost City: In quest of a drop of myrrh to herald the end of their fourth year, the Tipa caravan journeys to Rebena Te Ra, and there, thanks to their leader Khetala, they learn several interesting secrets pertaining to events of the past and to what the course of the future holds. (Response to a challenge of my own in my forum The Moogle Nest; ties in with Aegis and Sword of Redemption.)

I Find I'm Not Afraid: Oneshot based on my multi-chapter fic The Great Revival and on a poem from Anais Nin's POV. Takes place post-game and may be considered slightly AU. (A gift-fic for SasukeBlade, rated "M for Mount Kilanda"--see my forum for details.)

Daemon's Court: An informative poem about one of the realm's more intimidating dungeons.

Anais Nin's Lament: A poem from Anais Nin's point of view about the tragedy that shattered her heart.

Mount Kilanda: A bold, poetic declaration by Anais Nin of being unafraid of the great infernal volcano.

March on Mount Vellenge: A poem from all five caravanners' POV's--a rallying cry for any FF:CC gamers planning to make their final stand.

The Great Revival: At last the motley Tipa caravanners have reached Mount Vellenge. When they make their final stand against the source of the miasma, what will be their rewards for conquering the darkness? (Rated T to be on the safe side; rating may change.) Special thanks to fellow writer Twilight Scribe for the inspiration to use "To Whatever End" as a chapter title.

Sword of Redemption: The conflict between the Lady Mio, Queen of Memories, and the great memory-devouring demon Raem is only moments away from rearing its ugly head in the mortal realm. Will a Clavat whom Raem has gravely wounded, Aeris of Marr's Pass, realize the truth of her previous life and how it ties into her present destiny? Can she break the seal surrounding the "fallen sword" atop fiery Mount Kilanda before Raem seizes hold of her to multiply his power? Or, as Mio's angels suspect, is Raem just an avatar for a traitor among them? (Crossover-story between Crystal Chronicles and Final Fantasy VII; ties in with oneshots Secrets of the Lost City and Aegis. Rated M for a disturbing painful memory, and possibly for content in later chapters.)

And now I am pleased to announce that my loyal friend SasukeBlade has honored me with a fanfic of my handiwork, written in part for the "Fanfic of a Fanfic" challenge in The Moogle Nest. It's called The Storyteller, focusing on David and the many loves of his life as a crystal caravanner, and it's written according to LiveJournal's "Stages of Love" challenge.

And while I'm on to Final Fantasy VII:

--I've seen Tifa (is it because she's got the curves?) paired by various writers with every man on FFVII's scale of manners-and-refinement from Cid Highwind (the roughneck aviator) to Genesis Rhapsodos (the poetic SOLDIER--thanks for that, fire mystic! I recommend her fics Secrets, Stolen Moments, Sweetest Dreams, and finally Forbidden). And I've seen various writers pair her with every man on the scale of good-and-evil-alignment from Cloud (faved the lovely lemon-fic At Last by dantesdarkqueen) to Sephiroth (faved a steamy-dreamy fic called Extremities by ghost of gene rayburn). Overall, I'm fairly open-minded as to who Tifa can be with (within reason), on the condition that the author/ess writes well and, in the case of pairing her with a not-so-trustworthy man, doesn't treat her too badly.

--As a general rule, I like White Mages, so it's no surprise that Aeris (prefer the 's' instead of the 'th') is one of my fave characters. I can relate to her, her being the generally shy type. As such, I HATE seeing Aeris treated badly (as in, worse than the death-by-Masamune that canonically befalls her--you writers know what I mean) in a fic, even more than I hate seeing Tifa or Yuffie suffer. I like to read of Aeris paired romantically with Zack (obvious basis in canon), but for some reason unknown, I really don't like to see her with Cloud (I think Cloud rightly belongs with Tifa) in spite of the "canon" argument I offered for Zack/Aeris.

However...considering what a caring and understanding person the last Cetra is, I am very much a believer that if only Aeris had crossed Sephiroth's path before it became far too late for either of them (or if the Planet itself somehow intervened), she could've easily been the light to his darkness, and the Calamity from the Skies either would be defeated or never would've taken hold. (Pardon me if I sound Kingdom Hearts-ish there, but that's what I believe and I'm stickin' to it! AeriSeph FTW! Good fics for this one: No Wish to be Alone by Chocobo Goddess and Path of Seduction by Ardwynna Morrigu) And I found a lovely video that accurately sums up the lament of AeriSeph fans such as myself.

--Yes, I do blame Jenova for a lot of the bad stuff that happens (and hate her guts and curse her name to the bowels of Hell for it) on the forsaken Planet under Shinra's control (and Professor Hojo, for all the lies he told--hate every inch of him too). Just read an item on my favorites list: Mommy Dearest by dantesdarkqueen because she sums it up quite nicely. Those who insist that I'm giving Jenova too much credit here may, in the immortal words of Futurama's Bender, "bite my shiny metal ass!"

--Where the Turks go, I'm a proud Tseng/Elena shipper (I strongly recommend ShinRa Migraine by AmazonTurk and Fantasy Awakening by fire mystic), and I like to see Cissnei with Zack from time to time, if writers don't want to pair Zack with Aeris. Though I did see a good Reno/Cissnei fic...

And when Dissidia Final Fantasy made its appearance, I quickly became a fan. My favorite warrior on Cosmos's side of the great battle is Terra Branford from FF6, and she takes a key role in each of my Dissidia works:

To the Red Mage: A free-verse poem in which a warrior of Chaos antagonizes Terra before a duel.

Heart of an Esper: A song in Terra's praise, to the tune of "Heart of a Dragon" by Dragonforce.

You'll be Well Done!: A multi-chapter fic in various POVs. Kefka intended for "the worst" to happen to Terra the day he sneaked into Ultimecia's castle to steal a potent lust-inducing potion. His biggest mistake was in picking the wrong fellow Chaos-minion to set on Terra's trail - but even so, he manages to cause a great deal of trouble in both the Order's Sanctuary and the Old Chaos Shrine. (Rated M for lemon in Terra's POV.)

Allegory of the Tale: A one-shot that eventually serves as epilogue to You'll be Well Done!. Terra tells an adapted version of her story to Celes, Locke, and the children of Mobliz when she returns home.

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Once when I went to Target, I saw a little boy standing at the checkout with his grandmother. 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 afterall, 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.

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This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murderer chanted "Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this in your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded...

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You're a 90's kid if:

You can finish this 'ice ice _'
You remember watching Doug, Ren & Stimpy, Pinky and the Brain, Bobby's World, Felix the cat, The Tick...AAAAAAAH Real Monsters!
You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"
You just cant resist finishing this . . . "Iiiiiiin west philidelphia born and raised . . ."
You remember TGIF, Step by Step, Family Matters, Dinosaurs, and Boy Meets World.
You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.
You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.
You remember reading "Goosebumps"
You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.
You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence . . . not
If you remember seeing hot tub bubbles make bubbly sounds before every music video on VH1.
when everything was settled by rock paper scissors..or bubble gum bubble gum in a dish...eeny meeny miney mo...and even better daddy had a donkey inky binky bonky.
You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record your FAVORITE song of ALL time.
"Where in the World is Carmen San Diego?" was both a game and a TV game show.
Captain Planet. He's a Hero.
You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green ranger, were meant to be together.
You remember when Super Nintendos and Sega Genisis became popular.
You always wanted to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos . . . but never taped anything funny.
You remember watching Home Alone 1, 2 , and 3 . . . and tried to pull the pranks on "intruders"
You remember watching The Magic School Bus, Wishbone, and Reading Rainbow on PBS.
You remember when Yo-Yos were cool.
You remember those Where's Waldo books.
You remember eating Warheads.
You remember watching the 1st Batman, Aladdin, Ninja Turtles, and 3 Ninjas movies.
You remember Ring Pops.
You remember drinking Surge, and Tang.
If you remember when every thing was "da BOMB!"
When they made the new lunchables so that you could make pizza AND tacos.
You remember boom boxes vs. cd players.
Making those little paper cootie-catcher things, and then predicting your life with them.
You played and/or collected "Pogs"
You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet, or Nano and brought it everywhere.
. . . Furbies
Saved By The Bell was the coolest show ever!
You haven't always had a computer, and it was cool to have the internet.
And Windows 95 was the best.
You watched the original cartoons of Rugrats, Power Rangers, and Ninja Turtles.
Michael Jordan was a king.
YIKES pencils and erasers were the stuff!
All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand.
You remember when the new Beanie Babies and Talking Elmo were always sold out.
You collected those Beanie Babies.
Mortal Kombat was awesome--the game and the movie (Fatality!)
Carebears!
Gak was the coolest stuff invented.
Lambchop's song never ended.
The old dollar bills.
Silver dollars, which were cool to have.
You remember a time before the WB.
You collected all the Troll dolls
You had to read Weekly Reader's in class.
If you even know what an original walkman is.
You remember wanting to sit on the orange Nickelodeon couch.
You've gotten creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?"
You know the Macarena by heart.
"Talk to the hand" . . . enough said
You always said, "Then why don't you marry it!"
You remember trying to collect all 150 original pokemon cards but never could and if you did you thought you were all that
You remember reading Highlights Magazine
You went to McDonald's to play in the playplace.
You remember playing on merry go rounds at the playground.
Before the MySpace frenzy . . .
Before the Internet & text messaging . . .
Before Sidekicks & iPods . . .
Before MIKE JONES . . .
Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX . . .
Before Spongebob . . .
Back when you put off the 5 hours of homework you had every night.
When light up sneakers were cool.
When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.
When gas was 0.95 a gallon & Caller ID was The new thing.
When we recorded stuff on VCRs.
When we called the radio station to request songs to hear off of our walkmans.
When gameboy was a brick.
You did MASH to figure out your future
When you weren't cool unless you had a Starter jacket.
Way back.
Before we realized all this would eventually disappear.
Who would have thought you'd miss the 90's so much!
Post this in your profile if you remember these days . . . .
or if you smiled at one of these things