Author has written 21 stories for Harry Potter, Hobbit, Pride and Prejudice, Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, Doctor Who, Suits, Naruto, Batman Begins/Dark Knight, Lord of the Rings, Hannibal, Sherlock, and Twilight.
My real name is male and is easy to pronounce but when people realize I am female they tend to twist the pronunciation around so that it sounds more feminine. I don't understand why, I mean...I just...why?
I am extremely flighty with my stories. I just get so many story ideas, I wright them up and then forget about them. Usually it takes someone PM'ing to get me to write up another chapter. Such is life, no?
I love Star Wars. Qui-gon Jinn and Obi-wan Kenobi, just the master/padawan relationship between them gives me so much FEELS.
I am currently obsessed with all things hobbit. Tolkien is my lover right now and Peter Jackson should just be lucky (or unlucky depending on your standpoint) that we aren't in the same country- the things I would do with his creativity are...creative *perverted giggle*
HAAAAAAAAAARRY POOOOOOTER. I love him so much, everything, just everything.
My favorite color is blue and green. I can't decide between the two. It used to be red, influenced by my favorite character at the time.
I have...issues. Many. *perverted giggle*
I have no idea where I'm going with this now...
If a story of mine doesn't meet my (admittedly low, shame on me) standards I will delete it. However, if it is quite popular (and therefore there will be a disaster waiting to happen in my messages) then I will eventually take the time to rewrite them. Eventually. Like really eventually. Seriously. My procrastination skills are legendary.
FANDOMS I LOVE
Lord of the Rings- The amount of pure hotness, cuteness and loyalty tie together to make this trilogy a favorite of mine. When I was younger I had a first attempt at reading the series, which was before the movies were even thought of, needless to say I failed. But that's okay I was six at the time and an avid reader. When the first movie came out I decided to read the book before watching it. Changed my life forever. That and I gained a new respect for shorter people.
Hannibal- Okay, so who doesn't love a good cannibal psychopath every now and then? Certainly not me. I was actually forced into watching this series, I mean, I watched silence of the lambs, that shit is insane. However, the directors put a more...I dunno 'something something' in there. Needless to say after three episodes I was praying to all gods I could think of that the good cannibal Doctor Hannibal Lector would just find me and eat me. If you catch my drift.
Harry Potter- Do I even need to explain this? Who the hell doesn't like Harry freakin Potter. In fact, I'm still waiting for my letter. I'm sure they're just busy with the casualties of the war to send mine just yet. Nah, I know I am not getting one but I like believe there is a Hogwarts out there. I'd rather there be a Hogwarts and me getting no letter than it not existing at all. NOTE: I AM OBSESSED WITH DE-AGED HARRY, FEM HARRY, JUST FREAKING HARRY. SERIOUSLY MOST OF MY STORIES ARE ABOUT LITTLE MASTER OF DEATH HARRY. HE'S TOO CUTE!
Phantom of the Opera- A hard transaction I am afraid but after lots of reading and watching I officially became a Phan. At first I wasn't really sold on the whole plot. To me Christine felt shallow, Raoul a complete dull-witted priss and Erik seemed like a nut job with an obsession on an underage pretty girl. Don't worry, I managed to see the light after much in depth character appraisal.
Sherlock- Genius. Pure unaltered genius. To say I love this series would be the understatement of the century! A modern spin on thee ole 'No shit Sherlock' and 'Thankyou Watson.' It adds so much more to the worlds only consulting detectives legend. The plot was amazing, you could never guess what was coming, the humor not overly done to the point it distracts the personality of the characters and it even fills in some gaps that the original works never seemed to explain. I hope to god I can get over my with drawls. What can I say...I'm Sherlocked. (Yes, pun intended.)(Duh.)
YOU KNOW YOU'RE AN AUTHOR IF... (So true...)
You talk to yourself a lot. (e.g. 'How should Nicky react to her brother on the Pearl?')
You talk to yourself about talking to yourself. (e.g. 'Call me crazy because talking to yourself is the first sign of craziness.')
When you talk to yourself you often talk to yourself like you're talking to someone else. (e.g. 'What do you think about so and so?')
After uttering a profound piece of wisdom like that above, you stare at the cookie in your hand with awe and say, 'Holy crap, this stuff is great for sugar highs...'
You live off of sugar and caffeine (the two greatest things ever discovered!)
No matter where you are in a room you never have to get up to find a pen/pencil and paper.
The letters on your keyboard are wearing off.
Your friends and family think that you have carpal tunnel syndrome.
People think you have A.D.D.
You think it'd be cool to have A.D.D.
You constantly start talking in third person, present or past tense.
You start thinking about making lists like this and start giggling for no "apparent" reason
Your friends stopped looking at you funny for no apparent reason a loooooong time ago.
And FINALLY, the one way to tell if you're a good writer: You failed English 101.
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...In Remembrance to Fred Weasley... …Who fought bravely to the very end…. …And whose jokes will forever brighten his other half… …And will loyally await his soul mate and brother… … with many jokes… ...he's got forever to think of them, right?
…In Remembrance to Dobby… …Who was more free and full of love… ...than any elf, and most humans.
….In Remembrance to Remus J. Lupin…. ...the last real Marauderer... …who was not just a wonderful father… ….a incredible husband and brave hero… ...as well as a freakin' awesome werewolf.
….In Remembrance to Nymphadora Tonks… …who died for ‘the greater good’… ...and would probably hex me for calling her Nymphadora.
…In Remembrance of Alastor ‘Mad-Eye’ Moody…. …who’s motto ‘constant vigilance’ kept him alive… ...and scared the crap out of some kids too.
…In Remembrance of Albus Dumbledore… …whose past and wisdom confused us… …whose seeming betrayal shocked us… …but actually who turned out to be an okay guy in the end... ...despite the whole 'almost killing Harry' thing.
…In Remembrance of Colin Creevey… …who we really didn’t know too well… …but took a lot of pictures and died fighting in a war… …so he must’ve done something good… …besides stalking Harry.
…In Remembrance of Hedwig… ...Harry's actual first friend… ...who lived and died soaring
...In Remembrance of Cedric Diggory...who though might be the only hot Hufflepuff we will remember...he was brave and heroic until the very end.
When you were younger and to this day, you dream and prayed every prayer that you could one day have an adventure of your own.
You would start off all alone and run from every battle. You couldn't fight but you had both determination and an amazing amount of luck, so you would survive. Eventually you would meet others who you would be wary of at first but along the way you would become the greatest of friends. Your friendship would rival that of Merlin and King Arthur, Frodo and Sam, Fred and George, Lucy and Natsu, Naruto and Sasuke.
Soon, after a near death experience, you would have to learn to fight. When you do, with experience you gain names for yourselves. The titles you receive are slightly dark and maybe even a little clichéd. This only serves to make people cautious with you but with kind actions and words you gain their trust, one person at a time. You start changing the world slowly yet surely.
And one day after many battles, laughs, bonds and cheers you would fall asleep. Only to wake up in a bedroom that you hadn't seen since the night before you started your adventure. You would look down at your hands and watch as tears fell down on your no longer battle worn, younger palms for you would have realised...that it was all just a dream.
You pretend that life from then on is how it should be. Nobody realises that your smiles are painstakingly painted on or that your voice is empty of emotion, that your eyes hold only a dulled sadness. Of course they wouldn't, you had no bonds as strong as the ones you had with your friends in your dreams.
Life would have moved slowly with the years and you would have grown up. But you never forgot your dream years and it still hurt to think about them. One day you accidently collided with a girl in the corridor of your work place. You quickly help her up and then your eyes met. It was her. Your first friend from your dreams. The two of you look confused for a small while before she smiles and apologises and leaves. She doesn't know you.
You cant help it anymore, you breakdown in sobs and tears before rushing home. When you arrive you quickly locate a pen and pencil. Why? Because before you go crazy you need to see your adventure written down. Your legend. Because you know that this is the only way you can return to your dreams, writing.
(Copy this if by writing you are living your dreams through the characters on your tear stained pages. Because one day you woke up and realised that maybe you wont be getting your adventure in this lifetime.)
I am a tortilla living on a cloud,
I am a tortilla without a car or house.
I don't belong here, amongst the people,
but that's okay because I am a tortilla,
living on a cloud.