Author has written 40 stories for Transformers/Beast Wars, Super Smash Brothers, Death Note, Hetalia - Axis Powers, Aeneid, Naruto, Temeraire, Harry Potter, Fullmetal Alchemist, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney, Gundam Wing/AC, Kingdom Hearts, Yu-Gi-Oh, Supernatural, Bartimaeus Trilogy, Sengoku Basara/戦国BASARA, and Final Fantasy VIII.
Hallo- if you're reading this, that is.
I'm 22, female and addicted to fanfiction. That's about all I'm going to say on a personal note.
Oh, and I'm vegetarian. Pescetarian, if you want to get technical. Hopefully you can't hunt me down from just that. Unless you're really skilled.
So, stories- there's not a lot I won't read, really. It's addictive. And probably responsible for lower A-levels than my teachers were expecting. My degree, also, is now destroyed (however, I do not blame that entirely on fanfiction).
As for my own, I write mostly as inspiration strikes- mostly one-shots. I've been branching out into new fandoms recently. I can't promise updates on a regular basis. A lot of my stuff's inspired by my playlist. What can I say? I have good music (and the occasional song I'm ashamed of liking ;p).
Hopefully you'll enjoy, and if not, let me know what I can do to improve!
All criticism is welcome, and if not constructive, laughed at.
I have written my work... as a possession for all of time. Thucydides I.XXII
nunc bibendum est; 'Now there is need to drink'. Kinda sums up my Uni life so far ;)
Archaeology is the most fun someone can have with their pants on. Kent Flannery. This was my introduction to the subject.
On immortality: Goodbye, my work that will live on when I am dead. Ovid, Amores 3:15.
The corpse is still breathing. A literal translation of ancient Athenian literature (can't find the exact reference) and generally the quote I feel that describes me best at this moment.
(yeah, three guesses what I'm studying. And the first two don't count.)
So I'm going through my old, nearly dead (muse-wise) files, and drinking myself into hellish hangovers so I actually have enough inspiration to finish them.
I am still not a happy drunk. Read published works and go: figure.
I am still not re-sectioned, however. May the good times keep rolling.
I don't know if this is technically ironic, but it feels like irony to me: I love reading happy things. I love reading funny stuff, with couples that realise they are perfect for one another and my gosh, how have they been clueless all along? And I still can't finish writing anything like it. I fall back on cliches which I then delete because unless exceptionally well written, I hate cliches.
(Yes, I have published a fair few cliches myself, both when I was younger and since then when I've been merrily tipsy-drunk. No, I don't give a toss about the inherent contradiction. True Love conquers everything except alcoholism. Alcohol conquers everything except alcoholism. It's like playing rock-paper-scissors with yourself; you're never going to win, because you can't really lose.)
Er. Semi- sermon thing over? I will try to shut myself up now. Seriously, who gives me access to a keyboard?
Oh. Yeah, you can't win.
May your cupboards be full of wine and alka-seltzer. May your keyboards be ever accessible. May these two blessings not occur at the same time.
(technically 11/8/13, in fact is still, to me, 10/8/13 because I still haven't slept yet)
So... 10/8/13, even later than earlier
God damn rioja, all forms of red wine, and bacardi rum. It's 3 in the morning, I have to be up at nine for work, and I still somehow (not so much somehow; alcohol has a lot to do with it) think that listening to music is a better use of my time than trying to sleep the inevitable hangover off.
But hey, that's what alka-seltzer is for.
The bright side: I am not crying hysterically and praying to the porcelein god. This means I am doing better, mentally speaking, than I was even six months ago.
Yay for healing. No more mental houses where they deny me internet access (and red wine, and bacardi rum). I might even stay out this time.
Have a good summer, guys. And remember, alcohol is bad for you :D
(technically) 11/8/13. (actually, since I haven't slept yet) 10/8/13 (later)
God damn rioja and all other forms of red wine.
God damn wine. That is all.
So yeah, about that slightly happier note? Meh, I like writing angst. I have a new job, which is killing me with overtime, but I'm so happy to be employed again that I don't even care. Besides, overtime=shiny payslip. That is the equation keeping me going at the moment.
As much as I love the random oneshot plot bunnies biting- I can write something, at least-, I am slightly hacked off that I can't seem to finish anything longer than 2K words. Especially since, like so many others on this site, I'm considering (trying, and failing miserably to) write my own original novel.
Oh well. Such is life.
Hope everyone's having a good summer,
Life is slightly less sucky. Fanfiction is slightly happier, and hopefully more prolific.
Just finished two ideas from at least three years ago, anyway, one of which I was certain was dead. As was, I was certain (excuse the crappy English) my USUK love. But hey, surprise is the spice of life? Or is that variety?
Anyways. Have a nice summer, guys.
I've had a crappy summer. I've had a crappy autumn, and a worse winter. I know that many other people suffer thusly also, and so I will only say this: my happier stories have to wait until I am in a happy state of mind for me to finish them. As such, the only new writing that I have posted recently is a nicely angsty Castiel piece to round off the Dean and Sam one shots in 'Waiting For'. If you liked them, check it out. But as I said in the fic itself; it is not a happy ending. Consider yourself warned.
I am finishing 'Semitones' gradually. I've just seen a few new reviews, and re read the older ones, that make me smile and as such am in a better mind to keep at it. Truly, thank you for the continued support, guys. I'll try to stay in a happy mood for you!
Actually, staying in a happier mind will just about make my family's day. Had a minor breakdown at Christmas, and now they seem to think I should be sectioned.
Honestly. Don't they know it's far too late for that?
Heh. Until next time,