Author has written 40 stories for Harvest Moon, Elder Scroll series, Death Note, Mirror's Edge, Dragon Age, Fire Emblem, Beyond: Two Souls, Pokémon, and Legend of Zelda.
Hey, everyone. You can call me Jocelyn. I'm a college student with bigger plans to write in the video game industry, but for now I'll content myself with writing silly fanfiction.
That being said, well, not all of it is silly. I either write silly, or I write dark. Unfortunately, I think all my stuff is silly, with a few exceptions, so if you share my sense of humor, you might be able to figure out my original intentions and follow them until everything goes horribly, horribly wrong. I don't really write happy sexy funtimes for the sake of happy sexy funtimes; I'm usually trying to explore some theme or idea. That being said, I occasionally write a little sexiness into my stories, so if that's not your cuppa tea, I always put Rated for Sexual Themes or some other warning in there, so you know whether to read it or run far, far away. Whatever suits your fancy.
Reviews help me improve. I tend to yammer in my responses to them, but don't let that scare you off. I have pretty thick skin when it comes to constructive criticism, so just fend off the initial defensiveness and keep driving your point home--I'm a big girl and can handle it. All I want is to get better. Of course, all reviews are welcome, but concrit is especially appreciated.
Harvest Moonshine fans, attention! In case you didn't see the picture that a friend drew for it, this notice is for you! It is gorgeous and wonderful and from a scene I enjoy. Send me a PM if you want to see it, since it's too wide to fit in the Image category on FF dot net.
I have a tumblr now, if that's your sort of thing! http://tallmansions.tumblr.com/ is the one. I pretty much reblog from the same six sources about feminism, video games and writing resources, but if you like all those topics, you might enjoy my blog. I'm trying to do more with it, but for now it's kind of sad. But I'm always looking for more people to follow and befriend, so go for it.
Nice to meet you, and I hope you enjoy what I write!
OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion, or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
A moment of silence.
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