My name is beanpaste-chan, and I liked Ninth Doctor best.

Here's my fictionpress address: beanpaste-chan

Gender: FEMALE.

Age: No.

Name: Varies from day to day: beansie; yes, you, over there in the back; and Commie are frequently used. It'd be nicer if you'd call me beansie, though.

Currently watching: HOUSE, MD! FRINGE! BEN 10: ALIEN FORCE! YU-GI-OH: THE ABRIDGED SERIES! DOCTOR WHO! MYTHBUSTERS! NO RESERVATIONS WITH ANTHONY BOURDAIN! TORCHWOOD! GLEE! DIRTY JOBS! CHOWDER! FIREFLY! BONES!

Religion: Athiest, of course.

Currently Reading: The Order of Odd-Fish by James Kennedy, Let the Right One In by John Ajvide Lindqvist, To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

Occupation: Teenage nihilist/chocolate conoisseur/writer/fangirl/procrastinator/attention whore

For those of you who did not glean enough information from my sparse profile, here's another bio, which is probably about one percent more informative than anything else you'll get from me.

My name is NOT beanpaste-chan, and I like to consider myself good friends with zenmaster-chan, StageConspire, and Lady Novelist.

I live in a place I call Mordor or Hell interchangeably, although to most people it's neither.

I write shit, mostly humorous shit, because I cannot write a plot without injecting dangerous amounts of nonsensical humor. So, most of my stories are either crackfic or parody, although occasionally I will attempt to write serious things... and fail, of course. The two stories I'm thinking about writing are probably my first forays into something non-retarded since O Flightless One, so they will be... either really bad, or really good.

A warning for all ye who dare to read my stories: I love making things more disturbing/emotionally deep than they should be, so if you are expecting something light and fluffy and shiny from my newer stories, you're at the wrong place, buddy. If you don't want to see Ben 10 being attacked by Necromorph ripoffs, Gasman being accused of having an Oedipus complex, Dib being a deranged and drooly psychopath maniac, or Fang and Iggy being just a little bit gay for each other, then leave. Now.

THE FUTURE OF GREAT FANFICTION LITERATURE:

Spectacular Spectacular!

It begins with a revelation that shocks and horrifies them. Then, another revelation that also shocks and horrifies them. Followed closely by several other revelations that horrify and shock them. Fight scenes, lasers, and unrequited love ensue. Applause.

Spectacular, spectacular, no words of the vernacular can describe this great event; you'll be dumb with wonderment.

(My first humorous MR fic since MRTAS. This will be slightly less immature than that, but you can never be sure what'll happen next. It'll be so beast. Humor, T. Or maybe M for the occasional appearances of "Grand Masta Pimp Jackson". Yeah, you heard that right.)

Hubris

Hubris is defined as excessive pride or arrogance usually leading to a great downfall. Hubris: the sin that brought great rulers to their knees, cities to ruin, and people to shame. Ben Tennyson is guilty of hubris. And now, as he tries to play god, every action pushes him dangerously closer to the edge of a precipitous downfall... but is the power he hopes for really worth it?

"Gwen, teach me the secrets of the universe."

"Stop it, Ben, you're being really creepy."

(Hell yes. I have decided, after a long period of laziness, that Doctor Who and Ben 10: Alien Force must be merged. And oh, what a glorious nightmare it will be. Involves Daleks, science, lots of references to hubris, and... well, of course, the Doctor. But he shows up later than you'd expect. Humor/Sci-fi, T.)

A Crooked Little House

When Ben Tennyson and his friends are sent to investigate a spate of disappearances centered around a strange, luridly painted house in the inner city, they are forced into a nightmarish plot run by an alien invader with a hidden agenda... and their only clue as to stopping it may lie in the hands of a boy locked away in an asylum.

The darkest night grows ever darker in this house of horrors.

(Crossover between Ben 10: Alien Force and Invader Zim. Darker than those shows normally are... especially with what I have in store. It's going to totally mess you up, man! Sci-fi/Horror, T.)

Ten Years

We all believed that she was invincible, perfect, unbreakable. To add insult to injury, she encouraged the lie, to keep everyone from knowing what was really going on. And now she's gone. But now... now we can really see what was going on behind the facade.

It's 2020. Ten years after we saved the world; seven years after Max left. We've all changed by now, and not completely for the better.

(Wow, my first MR fic in, like, forever! I've been wanting to write a darker take on the characters: I mean, they're all so innocent NOW, but when they're eleven or so years older? Good grief, this is just going to be one big angst-fest. Anyone mentioning Fax will have their kneecaps shot off. Maybe. Drama/Sci-fi, T.)