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Author has written 26 stories for Okami, Mario, 2012, and Hetalia - Axis Powers.
You may have known me in a previous life as PixelatedFirefly. Or perhaps DrawingDays.
Current dilemma of the day: Why is there no PruNor fanart?! Gaaaaaah! I need it in my life!
"Growing old is compulsory. Growing up is optional."
Greetings, fellow readers and writers! Welcome to my profile, where story schedules are constantly being changed, crack and uncommon pairings run amok, and where my stories, in all their mostly real-life oriented and sometimes ridiculous glow, are presented to you, my dear readers.
A little about me...
I'm a strange person - though I'm sure the people who follow me already know that, if my author's notes are anything to go by. My name is odd, so I won't bother to reveal it online, but if one wishes to refer to me by anything other than my username, feel free to make something up. I'd love to see your creativity.
Up until I reached junior high, I was a loner extraordinaire - I had but one friend, though I didn't speak to her often, despite her attempts to get words out of me. I was a little girl in a big world and frankly, I grew up too fast. I was a good listener and my mother sometimes took the opportunity to unload all of her and my father's problems onto me, though I didn't understand a lot of what she was talking about. I asked questions, though, and sometimes, she would answer them. I learned a lot of things that little girls not even halfway through elementary should never know, not until they're much, much older.
The world of video games was my escape from real life, in the dark, unfinished basement of my home. I was, in one word, obsessed. Hell, I still am kind of obsessed, though much less than before. Video games gave me a chance to not worry about whether this bill was going to be paid on time, or whether the meeting between my parents and the bank was going to lead to the repossession of the house. I loved games.
I love how my games drew me in, how they helped me learn how to read and the consequences of deciding something without thought. I love trying to piece problems together and when seemingly well thought out solutions are torn apart in front of my eyes, on the screen before me. I love having to strive forward and fight and I loved how the games made me able to care about the characters I was playing with. They showed me how to be a hero, when the world needs one most, and frankly, I think I've seen better role models in games than I've ever seen in real life.
From a young age, I knew I wanted to create things. I wanted to build relationships, journeys and betrayals, just like the games I played. I wanted to make things that affected other people the way my games did, wanted to meld something that could touch me in the way the protagonists and antagonists did.
I've been writing since second grade. I specifically remember the librarian letting me stay inside during recess, so I could sit in the computer lab and just write. Not everything I wrote made sense and I often spent entire recesses just thinking of the names of the characters I wanted to use, but when the librarian came to check on me and read over the work I did, I remember she would always pat my head and say, "You're going places, hun." My one friend was often with me in the lab, as she vehemently refused to leave me alone, but she was the one who suggested that I try writing in the first place. We wrote together and we never really spoke during these times, but I had a friend who would skip recess just to hang out with me, even if we didn't play together, and that was more than good enough for me.
Writing has become a part of me. I've been criticized and molded, but surprisingly, the most that has been given to me is praise. When I began my account in late 2011, I eyed that praise with suspicion. Of course, my old librarian would always praise me when she looked over my work, but she would always have something for me to improve on, as well. And then, after a while, I got reviews from FF writers that were willing to tell what I needed to improve on and even though my face would flush and burn, I knew that this was what I deserved.
A problem of mine, however, is that even though I knew I could write, I would always get stuck in my head. I'm sure anyone who reads this and has attempted writing can relate. It's much, much easier to form sentences and plots in your head than on paper or a computer. My fingers are fast, but they often type out nonsense. My mind is foggy and I am often tired when I write, but I always try to believe that I want to do justice to myself and the ideas that form in my head, the ones that had been developing since the first day I ever sat in front of a computer and wrote. Everyone's ideas deserve to be written.
I've always had a soft spot for fantasy and romance. Bonds. Beautiful, majestic landscapes. Unlikely relationships. Friends and family that fight. Protecting the ones you love, at any cost. Heroes that have to learn to control themselves. Rebellion. I love it all.
There's no other place I could belong.
I just want to make my mark here.
From Canada, with love,
The Spoils of War (formerly titled 'Equilibrium') - 8/?? chapters posted. Updated sporadically. [PruCan]
All At Once - 1/?? chapters posted. On indefinite hiatus.
Heads up to my lovely readers! I am moving out of Manitoba within the next couple months (as of now, I am still unsure of the date), and because I'm moving to another province and not just to another house in my city, all updates to my stories (once I make my move) will essentially be coming to a standstill. The update schedules I've written here will become effective as soon as I can get internet again. But until I can get my lovely source of internet back, there will be no updates for any of these stories. None of them. I hope you understand my (eventual) predicament! Thank you!
But what's up with the sudden influx of stories, huh? Well, guys, I really wanted things that I felt as though I have to work during these next couple months. My life has just been Insane lately (with a capital I! See, that means it's important) and filled with some not-so-typical teenage drama, I assure you. Having these stories that need to be updated gives me a sort of anchor, as strange as that might sound. I know people want updates for these stories and, in turn, that will make me want to put time aside to write. Writing has an amazing calming effect on my mind, but it can also be incredibly difficult for me to write without a specific goal in mind. Having a goal to update and to please these people gives me ground to work on, if that makes any sense. And frankly, the more people pressure me, the better - that's another reason why there has been so many stories uploaded within the last few weeks.
On the subject of Shipping...
I don't just have ships, guys...
I have an armada.
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