Author has written 9 stories for X-Men: Evolution, X-Men, Toy Story, X-Men, Sonic the Hedgehog, Danny Phantom, Codename: Kids Next Door, and Young Justice.
Hello! My name is Jillian, I'm an Irish/Polish fangirl.
THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT ME AS A WRITER.
Okay, just to put this out there: I'm not a great writer. There's only one fan fic (right now) of mine that I'm proud of, the other ones I find average and nothing memorable. Then again, this is only a hobby. I know that I'll never write a novel, not only do I not have the attention span for it X3, I also don't have the skill. I'm more of a visual artist. However, I do enjoy coming up with story ideas in my head, but usually only for fanfictions.
Also, don't expect any huge plots and twenty-something chapter fics. I am a FLUFF writer, nothing of substance really, and I hope that it changes as I write more and more.
So, if you like short little romances that are like cotton candy (sweet but nothing of substance) then watch me and read my stories :3
"If drama was alcohol, the world would have severe liver damage." - Me
"We are made to bleed and scab and heal and bleed again, and turn every scar into a joke. We are made to fight and love and talk and fight again and sit around and laugh until we choke." - Ani DiFranco (from the song "Buildings and Bridges")
"Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act." - Truman Capote
"I don't have to be careful, I've got a gun!" Homer Simpson
"Rome wasn't built in a day, but it fell apart in minutes." - Me
"Technically, the stars are much farther from Earth than the moon. So...Shoot for the stars; even if you miss, you'll make it to the moon." - N/A
"It's funny how you never know when it will be the best day of your life." - TTQ
"Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees. And goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn’t wait to 'grow up'?" - N/A