UPDATE, NOVEMBER 09.

Since I'm entering NaNoWriMo, all my focus and energy is going into my novel. I'll be back in December, however, with more updates, since my writer's block is on its way out of my system.

UPDATE, OCT. 06 -09!
I have deleted Acta Sanctorum. I will not continue it and I was too ashamed of the writing to let it stay on a site I care so much about.
However, it is still on my deviantART, if you want to read it.

That's all, friends/strangers/enemies/voices in my head :3

Welcome to my profile. Abandon all hope, ye who enter.

A small disclaimer? Yeah, my avatar was not drawn by me. It was made by 'Endling' on DeviantART and I have no permission whatsoever to use it. Don't sue me; I'm poor.

My DeviantArt: http://thatjanedoe.deviantart.com/

About me? I'm not really sure what to say. I'm a freshman at college (Latin, Ancient Greek, English, Danish, and History major; German, Music and hopefully Chemistry minor)

I'm a total weirdo, I love pretty much everything that smiles in a creepy way, I might have several mental disorders (might), and my most treasured posessions are my computer and my Oxford Dictionary. I also love tophats. A lot.

I have a thing for the weird and horrible, be it psychological terrors or just violence. I tend to stick to the violence when it comes to writing, because I'm not really good at writing psychological things yet. Emphasis on yet.

Uhh. I'm a 17-year-old girl from Denmark, but that doesn't mean that I'm bad at English; my commas may be all over the place at times, but I like to believe that my spelling/grammar is pretty good. In fact, I'm better at English than Danish, which is a little strange. And it makes me seem like a retard in English-class when I know what something means but can't explain it in Danish.

Although I am (literally) a genius, I am a very... enthusiastic person, which, in real life, often leads people to think that there's something wrong with my brain. Three cheers for the internet, yes?

I write because I want to. I will never threaten to stop a fanfiction if it doesn't get X reviews. (Which I've seen people do and I don't get it). Of course, I ask you to leave your opinion, because people's opinions matter a lot to me, but if you don't, I'll keep writing anyway. Pretty much everything I've written with a few exceptions contains disturbing things. Either violence, insanity (which, for some reason, is usually Light's part in my fanfics), sexual abuse and things like that. You have been warned.

I would like to write a realistic and well-written sex-scene one day since there aren't enough realistic yaoi-fics out there, but I'll stick to rape and vauge descriptions for now.

As many people on this site, my dream is to become an actual author. Fanfictions are like practice to me, and while I have many ideas for original stories, I tend to get so caught up in them that I get too many ideas and they all pile up and end up being a mess. And while on the subject of original stories: I will never include OCs in my fanfictions. If I use a character that is not in the actual fandom, they will not be given a name. Nor will they be given PoVs, thoughts, emotions, or anything that may indicate that they're not just there because I needed someone unimportant to bring the characters their coffee. I'm truly sorry, but I automatically judge all fan-characters or OCs in fanfictions as being Mary Sues. But I don't judge the authors unless they're Tara Gilesbie.

If you want to, contact me. I love talking to people here and I've got a couple of great friends through the site.

Oh, and my pen-name means 'let the reader beware'. (This usually means that the content of whatever the reader's reading may be very incorrect or subjective).

A random thing off the internet:

Age / Date of Birth / Birth Place: 17 - 082092 - Copenhagen.
Current location: Copenhagen.
Sign: Leo, which means that I'm quite 'masculine' and optimistic to the extreme. And that I have too much pride.
Orientation: Gayer than a rainbow.
Usual mood: Over-the-top happy and always talkin'.
IQ: 153. I is genius. Doesn't show when I'm not in class, though. And even then, only shows when they're asking me about languages.

Favorite year season: Winter. (I've got sensitive skin due to my stereotypical redhead-ness, so I can't be in the sun a lot. Winter means that I can be outside without frying).
Favorite day times: Dawn.
Favorite colors: All of 'em, but I dress in black so people get surprised when they learn that I'm the least depressed person ever.
Favorite holiday: Christmas. I love how everyone's always so happy around Christmas.
Favorite drink: Burn Energy Drink. Or coffee.
Favorite food: Cheesecake.
Favorite animal: Cats, which sucks since I've got allergies against me.
Favorite clothes style: My own: Gothic Aristocrat. I also like the gothic lolita-style, but I don't like wearing such girly clothes.
Favorite languages: All of them. I'm currently speaking Danish, English and German and learning Latin, ancient Greek, Japanese, Swedish and Italian. I'd love to learn Russian too, but I think 8 is enough for now, heh.

Favorite music style: New Wave and Classic.
Favorite music bands: Oingo Boingo, the Cure, Mindless Self Indulgence, Voltaire, Rammstein, Dresden Dolls, KoRn, and a lot of the classic composers (mainly Beethoven).
Favorite music instrument: Piano.
Favorite film: the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Favorite film-making studio: Don't know.
Favorite film director: Tim Burton and Quentin Tarantino.
Favorite actors: Don't really have any, but I think Depp and Anthony Hopkins are good?
Favorite TV series: Dexter. And Desperate Housewives because I'm a girl like that.
Favorite books: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams. (The whole series). Also the Dexter-series by Jeff Lindsay. And Oiufaels Bog by Palle Vibe.
Favorite writer: Douglas Adams, Jeff Lindsay, Palle Vibe, and Catullus (Passer mortuus est meae puellae!)
Favorite mangas: Death Note, Soul Eater, Elfen Lied, Battle Royale, Uzumaki, Tomie, Gyo, Mai-chan's Daily Life, Higurashi no naku koro ni.
Favorite animes: Bokusatsu Tenshi Dokuro-chan.

Personality Disorder Test results:

Paranoid: Very high. (This means that I'm afraid that you secretly hate me)
Schizoid: Moderate. (This means that I'm a bit of a loner at times)
Schizotypal: Very high. (Mild version of schizophrenia, which means that I'm eccentric, supersticious, and the things I say make almost no sense.)
Antisocial: High. (This means that I have a hard time telling the difference between right and wrong and that it's hard for me to care about others.)
Borderline: Moderate. (This means that I see things in 'Black/white' and that I tend to be very moody.)
Histrionic: Very high. (This means that I love attention and that I'll do almost anything for praise.)
Narcissistic: Very high. (This means that I care more about myself than about you and that I can get very arrogant.)
Avoidant: High. (This means that I don't like being social due to the fact that I think you all judge me.)
Dependent: Moderate. (This means that I can't stand critique, and that I don't like being seperated from the ones I care about.)
Obsessive-Compulsive: High. (This means that there are some things that must be MY way, or I go insane.)

Test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv

"I'm not real. I'm your imaginary friend. That's why we either agree or disagree 100 percent on something. The things we agree on are the things you need someone to support you at, and the rest are things where you're pretty confident. I learn through hearing things because you're almost deaf. I'm tall, optimistic, dressed in black and totally psychotic because you're small, pessimistic, colourful and pacifistic. You need to compensate. That's why we always hang at your place too: because since I'm not real, I don't have a home. That's why I only know three people aside from you, and you know them as well. And why we go to the same college. And why our IQs are the same, because you couldn't imagine thinking on another level. People around you know that you think I'm real and so they just pretend so you won't get a breakdown when you realise the truth. Know what? That explains why I can't buy smokes when you're there with me. When you go in there, you ask for cigs and people think you're too young (which you are), but when I go alone, people just see you waiting outside. Huh. I'm not real. Strange..."
- Me, rambling to my best friend. I'm still paranoid about it. For real.