Author has written 1 story for Naruto.
Well, let's just say that I'm a sarcastic son of a bitch that has a problem with authority. I also love long walks on the beach and basking in the sun. And fuckin' kitty-kats (not pussy). One of these things is wrong; can you tell?
Oh, and to set the record straight, I am an eighteen year-old girl despite the Fabio. I can't write long, thought-out shit worth any bitches, damns or fucks and I have an obsession with Naruto. I also have an...infatuation in regards to NarutoxHinata, but despite this, I will never write anything to contribute (because I fuckin' know I will inadvertently cause some sort of cancer or diabeetus).
I'll always be a side-plot romance kind of gal, in conjecture to the original plot, even if I tend to indulge in sugar quite often. I do consider myself a hopeless romantic, and though I love fluff, senseless fluff is mud. And similar to bros over hoes, plot over pairings, any day.
Actually, now that I think about it, I love the development the most of any fic. Pacing and realistic reactions are always the bread and butter, however the salt will always be the development.
I'm not big into yaoi/yuri/incest/harem, but I'll always respect authors and their decisions (I couldn't write a fraction of what some writers on this site can do, so why bitch when I can't do any better?).
I like to think I'm occasionally funny, but most of the time, my lack of tact makes things weird.
Personally, I love stories with a shit-ton of layers and creative nuances, or unexpected liberties, that do not solely dive into one category -- something that sticks with its originality, but still likes to breathe fresh air. I love stories I can respect, that make me feel privileged to read them.
That feeling of flawed perfection is when I, as a reader, can truly connect with an author, because they make themselves vulnerable enough for their audience to really see a part of them. To do that is utterly breathtaking.
I know this whole page of nonsense seems very paradoxical (and to some extent, it is and always will be), but that doesn't change the fact that it is all true and that it all cords and bundles together to form a humanely flawed individual.
Jebus Chrest, I feel like I just did an online dating ad. Actually, it's sadder because it will attract no one, no where, and at no time. Damn, I threw-up my soul and barfed on this poor page for nothing (maybe I should have continued on the anaphoric reference with 'no thing', but imma gonna hit me self-respect, 'ight?).
Bye mass of zero.