Author has written 26 stories for Bones, Psych, Sailor Moon, and White Collar.
I am a 32 year old female writer with a wide range of interests. I love reading, and seem to be constantly reading more than one book (and what seems like a million fanfics too) all at once. I went to college and graduate school for English and Creative Writing, though most of what I wrote then was poetry, I have enjoyed writing (and reading) fanfiction for fun for a while now. Early on, circa 2000-ish, I had published some Sailor Moon crossover works, which are no longer on the site. (Which is a very good thing, lol.) My TV show interests include Psych, Bones, Smallville, Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, Dollhouse, Firefly, Hawaii Five-0 (2010), Castle, Pretty Little Liars, NCIS, Daria, Grimm, Once Upon A Time, The Closer, Rizzoli and Isles, Switched at Birth, White Collar, Common Law, Bunheads, The Following, Wonderfalls, The Commish, as well as many others in the cop/detective genre and supernatural genres. Not to get started on movies but The Avengers! The fanfiction genres I am most drawn to are "Hurt/Comfort", "Mystery"/"Suspense"/"Adventure" and "Supernatural". I DO NOT WRITE SLASH and do not care to read those fics either.
NOTE: Currently, I am working on several Psych WIPs, both multi-chaptered stories and one-shots, and a one-shot for White Collar. RL has been very stressful for me lately and has not left me as much time as I would like to work on my fics, so I'm very behind on updating and also on author responses. I am very thankful to hear your thoughts on my work and am definitely planning on responding to every one of my reviewers. And I am hoping to get back to updating and working on fics again soon. Nothing is on hiatus or abadoned, but since everything is pretty much a WIP (as well as the abovementioned reasons), updates may be scattered and not as regular as I would like. Thanks for your patience. :)
UPDATE: My Bones fic The Killers In The Haunted House is now COMPLETE!
Thanks to everyone for reading! I really do love and appreciate your reviews, feedback, comments, thoughts, insights and constructive criticism. I'm always working towards improvement, as well as honing my craft and writing skills. Hope you wonderful readers out there will share your thoughts about my stories with me—advanced thanks. :)
Thanks to everyone who has ever read and reviewed any of my stories. :)
Note: All original images belong to original sources. Original Psych images belong to Steve Franks/USA network. Original Bones images belong to Hart Hanson/Fox Network. Original White Collar images belong to Jeff Eastin/USA Network. Original Sailor Moon images belong to Naoko Takeuchi. I only claim the images I created with the help of editing effects of picmonkey or picnik as mine. No copyright infringement is intended.
My avatar was made by windscryer.
"Hard To Believe It Will Be Okay" cover was made by dragonnan/Dragon Ladie.
"I Know I'm Not Broken, A Little Cracked, But Still" cover; "Breaking The Hearts Of All Concerned" cover; "The Experience Of Survival" cover; "Not On The Same Side" cover; "Crave" cover, "Choke And Dissolve Like A Child" cover; "It Matches Her Eyes, When She Cries" cover; "Only A Dream Away" cover; "Joy Has Its Own Justice" cover; "Free Play" cover; and "Close Encounters Of The Celsius Kind" cover; "We Were Made To Never Fall Away" cover; "Where Do We Go From Here?" cover; "Hold Onto Nothing, As Fast As You Can" cover; "When It's More Than You Can Bear" cover; "Be Mischievous And You Will Not Be Lonesome" cover; and "False Positive" cover were all made by me.
"The Killers In The Haunted House" cover was made by me.
"You Belong To Me" cover was made by me.
"She Met Me: Poems" cover was made by me.
"Go for the better/Just forget the people/They're not/The eyes looking back at you/From the mirror you've made." —Splashdown, "The Archer"
"Tell me, is it sweet, sweet, sweet the sting?/Is it real, this infusion?/Can it heal/ Where others before have failed?//If so, then somebody shake shake shake me sane/'Cause I am inching ever closer/To the tip of this scorpion's tail." —Tori Amos, "Sweet the Sting"
"Say you don't want it, again and again/But you don't don't really mean it/ Say you don't don't want it/This circus we're in/But you don't don't really mean it/You don't, don't really mean it." —Tori Amos, "Spark"
"Look around, just people/Can you hear their voice?/Find the one who will guide you/ To the limits of your choice//When you're in the eye of storm/Just think of the lonely dove/The experience of survival/is the key/to the gravity of love." —Enigma, "Gravity of Love"
Angelus: Now that's everything, huh? No weapons . . . No friends . . . No hope. Take all that away . . . and what's left? (swings sword at
Spike: Button, button, who's got the button? My money's on the witch. (Same Place, Same Time)
Spike: Well, who you gonna call? (rolls eyes) That phrase is never going to be usable again, is it?
Buffy: Probably not. (The Killer In Me)
Buffy: If the Apocalypse comes, beep me. (Never Kill A Boy On A First Date)
Buffy: In that case, I won't wear a button that says, "I'm the Slayer, ask me how!" (Never Kill A Boy On A First Date)
: You're a fool. No weapon forged can stop me.
Xander: Now get off the boy, Buffy. We're going home. (Him)
Anya: I've got a theory. It must be bunnies! (Once More, With Feeling)
Buffy: You can send assassins after me, I don't care! But nobody messes with my boyfriend! (What's My Line, Part II)
Guy: "But . . . you're just a girl."
Willow: Did you find out anything about the scythe?
Buffy: It slices, dices, and makes julienne preacher. (Chosen)
Buffy: (to Angel) Because . . . Okay, I'm cookie dough. I'm not done baking. I'm not finished becoming whoever the hell it is I'm gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day I turn around and realize I'm ready. I'm cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat m . . . or . . . enjoy warm, delicious cookie me, then . . . that's fine. That'll be then. When I'm done.
Angel: Any thoughts on who might enjoy . . . do I have to go with the cookie analogy?
: I'm not really thinking that far ahead. That's kind of the point. . . . Angel. I do. Sometimes, think that far ahead.
: I'm not a mind reader.
: No, that's just what you tell everybody. (Woman Seeking Dead Husband; No Smokers, Pets Okay)
Henry: Oh, Shawn, what have I told you a thousand times before?
Young Shawn: Don't hide Gus in the pantry? (Meat Is Murder, But Murder Is Also Murder)
Gus: But he's wanted for First Degree Lamb Slaughter! (Let's Get Hairy)
Lassiter: But I did catch the Back Bay Killer.
Shawn: Yes, you did.
Lassiter: Though there was an anonymous tip.
Shawn: Right, about the car.
Lassiter: Yeah, the car. Wait . . . that was you? (From The Earth To Starbucks)
Lassiter: I hate snow globes.
Shawn: Huh. That's strange, because my psychic sense told me specifically that snow globes didn't give you nightmares of being trapped in a clear ball with snow that burned your skin off. (Gus's Dad May Have Killed An Old Guy)
Henry (to Lassiter) What?! Were you raised by wolves?! (Lassie Did A Bad, Bad Thing)
Juliet: You told the dead clown story, didn't you?
Juliet: What are you doing?
Lassiter: Oh, I'm just talking to your friend Blair here. She . . . she's great. We have so much in common.
Juliet: She's not my friend.
Lassiter: What do you mean? You didn't send her down here to meet me?
Juliet: No. I don't invite friends to dangerous stakeouts. But I know her. She's a professional.
Lassiter: (to Blair) Please tell me you're a hit-man. . . . (to Juliet) Maybe I do need some help with this. (Daredevils!)
Shawn: You really want to know my process?
Shawn: Well, it starts with a "Holla!", and then ends with a Creamsicle.
Gus: And if there's time in between, Thundercats, ho!
Lassiter: I'm dead. (Lassie Did A Bad, Bad Thing)
Hank: Hell, I wasn't even gonna call you out here but Binky insisted.
Hank: Oh. You don't call him Binky?
Shawn: We do now! (High Noon-ish)
Lassiter: Spencer, if you ever call me "Binky" again, I'll shoot you.
Shawn: Fair enough. How about one more time?
Lassiter: No. (High Noon-ish)
Lassiter: If you say "fact" one more time, I'm going to punch you in the face.
Shawn: Truth . . . (Shawn Has The Yips)
Juliet: Sorry, Shawn, no time for your tomfoolery and silliness.
Shawn: Actually we were just . . .
Juliet: That also goes for nonsense, malarkey, and shenanigans. (Let's Get Hairy)
Juliet: Is that a true story?
Vick: Maybe it is, and maybe I saw it on an episode of Policewoman. (Daredevils!)
Lassiter: (to Shawn) Nice shooting, Detective.
Shawn: Did you just call me "Detective"?
Lassiter: No. (Shawn Takes A Shot In The Dark)
Chuck: I am the prophet, Chuck! (The Monster At The End Of This Book)
Dean: If you fudging touch me again, I'm gonna fudging kill you! (A Very Supernatural Christmas)
Sam: I lost my shoe. (Bad Day At Black Rock)
Dean: What's going on, Sam?
Sam: Only the end of the world! (Changing Channels)
: So you didn't actually paralyze him?
Agent Perrotta: (Looking over costumed Imagicon patrons) These people don't look like killers.
Brennan: (clearly uncomfortable) I disagree. (The Princess And The Pear)
Brennan: You're incapacitated.
Booth: (on Vicodin) I'm not incapacipated! (The Princess And The Pear)
(Ghost) Teddy Parker: Never thought to wear a formal to a kidnapping.
Booth: Bones, what are you doing on the ice?
Brennan: Well, I get nervous when you fall down and don't get back up. (The Fire In the Ice)
Brennan (to Booth): You're made of very good stuff. (The Fire In the Ice)
Avalon: Dr. Brennan, how are you feeling?
Brennan: Well, they gave me medication, so I feel how I imagine people of average intelligence feel all the time. (The Harbingers In The Fountain)
Everybody Loves Raymond:
Robert (as Timmy, the Traffic School puppet/dummy): Marie, is it? What's the first thing you do before you pull out into traffic?
Marie: Oh, I know that one. You buckle your seat belt, then you check your mirrors.
Marie: Then you look right, look left.
Robert/Timmy: Good. Anything else?
Marie: No. I think that's it.
Robert/Timmy: She thinks that's it.
Robert (to Timmy) Isn't that everything, Timmy?
Robert/Timmy: Well, yeah, sure, but what about checking to see if your first born is in the backseat before you pull out of a gas station in New Mexico?
Raymond: That's awfully specific. Is that in the binder?
Marie: Robbie, that was thirty years ago.
Robert: I don't have a problem with it. (Zooms in on Timmy.)
Debra: Uh, oh. (Traffic School)
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