Author has written 22 stories for Teen Titans, and Death Note.
Thanks to Artemisgirl, for renewing my enthusiasm for writing.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII VINNIE'S FANFICTION HALL OF FAME! IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
The first two inductees, based on their consistant excellance in plot, grammar, and presentation,are:
Artemisgirl - Raven/Robin writer. Genres: angst, humor, drama, romance.
Julesfire-Starfire/Robin writer. Oneshot romance specialist.
and our newest member,
Japhith-Storyteller extraordinaire. (He writes with much loving Raven-ness & Jinx-y goodness!)
Read his story ReEducating Miss Roth.
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Ego Meter: ( 249!) I am now on 158 favorite and 91 alert lists. Hooray for me!
The coveted 'Review(s) of the Week' award goes to Growing Pain:
Hehehehe, funny how you made everything seem so stupid for the first ep/first chapters :P Good one!
"So sorry. I talk work much. I will now become proper father. Why you not study, Righto?
I eat, father"
Keep the entertaining reviews coming!
(Brain: It is the only reason he does this, after all...)
The following is a Bio-sort of...
Note: this is not a TT story, it is a Bio. I own stuff, but none of it has to do with Teen Titans. Or anything else that is beloved by millions the world over…
Please do not be offended at anything you may read here. If you do become offended, go away...
(Insert 'Bio-Fic' here.)
It was a normal, if uneventful day at Teen Titans Tower. The boys were arguing and playing video games. Starfire was concocting another of her ung_dly culinary horrors. Raven was tucked in a corner of the room, comiserating with her best friend, Mr. (any) book KNOCK, KNOCK
"Starfire, could you get that?" Cyborg was too interested in beating Robin and Beastboy to wonder who it was.
"Yes, friend, I will go to see who it is that requests entrance to our tower." Starfire sighed. She needed to get more cabbage before she could finish her ‘Grilthrab of boredom’ - what she called her latest effort at creating something that the others would eat. Without running to the bathroom after.
It was Vinnie. fictional character
"Hello, friend," sang Starfire. "Who are you?"
Vin began explaining the purpose of his visit to Starfire. It soon became apparent that all the Titans should hear what he had to say.
"Dear friends," Starfire began her introduction. "This youthful-looking ? year-old man is Vin, who has come to explain the workings of the world."
"Yes, please enlighten us." Raven was not impressed.
"Okay, let’s here what he has to say." Robin was interested. "I’ve heard of Vin, he’s pretty well known in business circles in New Mexico." Yes, that is in the United States-the big square thing between Texas and Arizona...
Vin began by telling the 5 teen superheros that he wrote stories about them.
"You are my favorite cartoon characters of all time. You guys are so cool. Especially Raven. I would tell her that I love her, but I don’t want to die." Vin chanced a nervous glance at the beautiful dark girl, who was glaring at him.
"What other ‘toons do you like, Vin?" pleaded Starfire.
"Billy and Mandy, Odd Parents, Courage, Zim, Teenage Robot, Samurai Jack, Bugs Bunny, ( the old movie shorts ) and many others."
"But before I continue, I would like to make some suggestions which would make you more effective crimefighters. First, Raven – please don’t hurt me – you need to use your powers more often. We all know that you are far more powerful than your friends, and just let them help so that they won’t get too jealous. Cut the frap, and just kick Butt! Please, don’t hurt me."
Hey, Vin, that is uncool," whined Beastboy.
"Beastboy, you are mere comic relief. And you often overdo your act. Please just stick to playing video games and getting your butt kicked."
As the fuzzy one sulked, Robin spoke up. "Uh, Vin – what about me?"
"You need to get a life, ‘Boy Wonder,’" sneered Vin. "How long are you going to expect all of us to put up with your sick obsession with Slade? It’s obvious to everyone but you that Starfire digs you. When are you going to get that through your thick head? Are you gay? And how about a color change.Oh, don’t get me started on that!And everyone knows you are the best fighter only because Bruce Wayne likes you, and he controls the writers. Do you really think we all buy that the only one of you that has no superpowers is the one that always is the last one standing, the hero that is always saving one or another of the others? Riiiiight."
Cyborg gulped. "I’m afraid to ask."
Vin continued. "You’re cool enough, Cyborg. It’s just that – well – you really don’t have superpowers. You’re just strong. We like you, but frankly, you get yourbutt kicked all the time, too."
Beastboy thought that last bit was pretty funny.
"Oooh, do me, Vin," begged Starfire. "Surely I am a true superhero!"
"Oh yes, you are wonderful, Starfire. We love you very much. But please, tone down the cutesy-bunny act just a little? And tell Robin that if he won’t ask you out, you’re going to kick his ass. Or glom onto Raven." Vin shot another nervous glance at Raven-"please don’t kick my ass? I did say you were the coolest. By far. Really, really far." Vin gave her a nervous smile, as he wiped the sweat off his hands onto his pants.
"So anyway, what do you guys want to know about me?" Vin asked, hoping that Raven would not kick his butt.
"What exactly did you mean ‘glom onto Raven?’" Raven narrowed her eyes, staring straight at Vin.
"Ha ha," Vin laughed nervously. "I was just trying to uh, give her ideas as to how she can make Robin jealous?Obviously, I did not mean literally…" he trailed off. Vin loosened his collar, to allow the sweat to run on to his undershirt.
"Good answer, old man." Raven raised one eybrow ever so slightly. "But that doesn’t mean I won’t kick your butt," she warned.
"What do you like to do for fun, Vin?" Cyborg asked.
"I love to read. Classics, Sci-Fi, Historical novels, National Review."
"So you are a member of the political wing of the right?" asked Starfire.
"Yes. Ronald Reagan rules."
Beastboy was clearly confused. "But you’re wearing one of those Jewish-beanie thingies. Doesn’t that mean you are a commie pinko liberal?"
"No," continued Vin. "By the way, it’s called a ‘Yarmulke’, buttmunch." Vin countered, "You are green – does that mean you are from Mars?"
"2 points, Vin," noted Raven, dryly.
"Thank you, Raven." Vin smiled – a little tiny pained smile – "please don’t kick my butt."
"I love to watch the Yankees play baseball and I love the New York football Jets. After all, I did grow up in the Tri State area. For those of you in Rio Linda, that is New York, New Jersey and Connecticut." Vin said the last part with a smug expression.
"Ooh, Ooh, my turn," cried Starfire. "I wish to ask a question now! What type of Earth entertainment do you crave, friend Mr. Vin?"
"You know," Vin addressed the rest of the Titans, you should be more appreciative of Starfire’s politeness, not to mention her generousity and honesty. You could learn something from her – especially you, Robin."
"But back to the question. I like most music types; rock, bluegrass, folk, creole, alternative. I hate most rap, though. Eminem is okay. But probably my favorite artists are The Offspring, Greenday, Jimi Hendrix, Rhonda Vincent, Led Zeppelin, No Doubt, Glenn Miller, Paul Whiteman, and Fats Waller." If you don’t know all of them-well, too bad" Vin intoned haughtily.
Robin began, "Vin, what about…?" before Vin cut him off.
"That’s a stupid question, Robin."
"But you didn’t even…" began the boy wonder again.
"Robin, you are so predictable, I don’t need to hear the rest of the question," said Vin. The ancient one sighed; "Yes Robin, you will get to kick Slade’s butt again, okay? Happy now?"
Robin ran off to study more Slade’s-butt-kicking moves in the gym.