Author has written 6 stories for Spirited Away, Fullmetal Alchemist, Naruto, Pokémon, Ragnarok Online, and .hack/SIGN.
Anyway, I'm Spookysauce. I do internet stuff and write about things.
I've been a member since January of '04, so I was literally 12 (actually 11, but whatever), and I frankly don't take criticism very well (especially when the critic's grammar sucks so badly that I can't read it (that happens quite often, actually)).
Eventually, I'll be writing a massive Pokemon fanfiction entitled Colors. There will be a lot of OCs involved, so if you do not enjoy reading that kind of fan-fiction, I suggest you do not read it! General characters, such as the Champions, Gym Leaders, etc., will be involved, however.
Colors - Yellow Arc: Pikachu rested quietly on Blaise's shoulder, enveloping itself in the salty breeze. Blastoise cried out beside its blond trainer upon its release, running itself out into the ocean with a large smile on its face. Charizard was playing in the sky above Pallet Town, Venusaur basked in the warm sunlight, Lapras joined Bastoise with an even larger smile, and Jolteon curled itself beside its trainer.
Blaise had never been so proud of his decision of becoming a Pokemon Trainer.
Colors - SouldSilver and HeartGold: Returning her beaten Pokemon, Karen began. "Strong Pokemon. Weak Pokemon. This is just an assumption made by people to hide their own ineptness, because there has never been such a thing. Win with your favorites, your friends, and you shall overcome every obstacle."
Myrna smiled sadly, hoping that Silver would somehow hear those words.
"Now, go! The Champion is waiting for you! I wish you the best of luck, little girl. You have a very bright future."
Colors - Black and White Arc: "Why do you fight me, Levana? What do you have to gain in fighting me?" N cried over the painful roars of Zekrom, stunned that his friend had at last fallen. Levana, ever so quiet, looked over to the green-haired man, and held a genuine smile.
"Pokemon are my friends, N. Taking that away will harm me again," Levana whispered as Zekrom was returned to its PokeBall, her voice as quiet as the piano she played. N gulped, almost floored by the voice he had never heard before. "Do you... want to hurt me, N? Do you want the world run by hate? That's what you're trying to do..."
N sent out no other Pokemon and continued to stare at the strange white-eyed girl he had met so long ago. "You've... never talked to me before."
Levana nodded, her smile still holding on. "Let's continue."
UPDATE: HOLY SHIT. PICTURES ON MY FF.NET? I'm never going to get used to this.
UPDATE 2: I just realized I'm a total shipper. SasuSaku, SoulSilvershipping, NxTouko... Oh god please shoot me now.