I HAVE NO ACTUAL PROFILE. I EXIST PURELY IN YOUR MIND. (Your mind is crazy, yo.)

STATUS ON STORIES

Anything Tokyo Mew Mew is DEAD. Just thought you'd all like to know. I have absolutely NO interest in it now. I will, however, post two random drabbles that I wrote a while back that have been rotting in my deviantART scraps. I'm only linking to them, though, because I'm too lazy to actually post them again. RARR.

Life-Clock: Pai/Kishu oriented. It's short and stupid.

Dreamweaving Carnival (AKA I'VE LOST MY MIND): Masaya/Kishu oriented. Also short and stupid. But it's just OH-SO-SEXY. XD

Some of you might notice that I took down some of my old fanfics. There is a reason for this. One - those fanfics sucked. Two - the people reviewing on them were getting to be annoying. (No, not the people who were saying they were good. I mean the people who wouldn't stop freakin' complaining. Blame them, okay?) Three - those fanfics sucked. Yes, I said that one twice for a reason.

No, I'm not putting them back up.

Kay thanks.

I'd like to post my latest Invader Zim fic, which I've actually worked on a lot, but apparently this site STILL has yet to fix that FREAKING bug where you can't have a question mark and an exclamation point next to each other. What kind of retardation is that, I mean, REALLY? It makes no sense.

UPDATE. I've figured out how to bypass this problem. Apparently I have to copy-paste directly from Word. Now, this is still a nice heavy chunk of retardation, but at the very least, it's retardation I can work with.

So, without further adieu, here's the rundown.

FALL TO RUIN

'This morning I began with my usual schedule planned. A few hours later, I found myself running for my life and relying on my greatest enemy for support, watching as the last pieces of humanity fell around me. My only hope now is that we can trust each other enough to get out of this alive.'

Warnings - Death/gore, dark humor, possibly some slight language

Well over half of this fanfic is finished already, actually, and I'm already working on the next chapter. So, I'm going to be attempting to update just about every week until I run out of completed chapters. After that, well...I'll just update whenever I complete a chapter. (Or just whenever I feel like it.)

(As a random note, no, this fic will not be ZADR. Surprisingly. However, if I have enough inspiration for a sequel - which I actually might - it will evolve into ZADR, because that pairing seems to be my lifeblood. I intend to keep it different from the usual ZADR, of course. Bet you're all wondering how I'll manage that, huh?)

Those who are clever might be able to find a completely up-to-date version of this fic somewhere on the interwebs...

CHAPTER STATUS

Chapters One through Eighteen - Complete and posted

Chapter Nineteen - Complete

Chapter Twenty - In which there is Hope - Writing (5 percent complete)

And that's that. It's hard to believe that I only have one chapter left to go now! I remember just a couple months ago, I was looking at all the chapters I still had left to finish... I was worried I'd never get the inspiration for it. xD

I might actually have this thing finished soon - here's hoping!

As for the sequel, the chances of my writing it are steadily growing - it already has a title and a basic plot figured out. (A vague plot for a sequel of the sequel recently crawled into my brain as well, but I shouldn't get ahead of myself.)

Another possible fanfic I've had festering (to be more accurate, the entire 'plot' is planned out, and I just haven't gathered the motivation to actually write the damned thing) goes by the title 'Wager', and will contain a heaping helping of ZADR. The whole thing is kind of predictable, really, but I'm mostly writing it for the many humor portions. ...Oh, wait, did I say I'm writing it? I'm not, really. If I do, though, it'll have a lot of humor.

I LOVE HUMOR. CAN YOU TELL?

Yet another fic has been stewing in my mind. It takes place waaaaay after the events of the Fall to Ruin trilogy, but doesn't necessarily need the entire trilogy to be written, in case I never get around to finishing. You know. It involves a trio of Irken OCs.

That typically means that no one's going to care about the fic at all. But that's okay; I like my OCs anyway. Unlike most OCs, they've actually had a modicum of thought put into them, and they're not mind-numbingly Mary-Sue/Gary-Stu-ish. THEY HAVE FLAWS, OHEMGEE.

But anyways. Off to write, or something to that effect!