Sometimes I am afraid my hair knows more than I do.
It's just a general fear, but then I worry that I am not worrying because what if the hair truly has taken control and is forcing me to be calm about its conquest?
Either way: hey, I write, I paint, I draw, I strum hopelessly at my guitar whilst trying to find the tune.

No worries.

WELCOME TO THE PARTAAAY~

There are two phrases I’d like you to consider before reading this. First: There’s a party in my head and everyone’s invited! And second: Being an author is like being in charge of your own personal insane asylum.
I know that last one is a quote from somewhere/someone only I can’t remember who, so, um, don’t sue?
Anyway, I digress. Welcome to my head! (Ignore the mess, I’ve been a bit busy of late.) Alright. Introductions. The man in the big brown coat— yes, the one jumping around shouting ‘Happy primes!’ and ‘Bananas are good!’. Yeah, that’s the Doctor. He’s an alien who’s planet got destroyed in some big ol’ time war. If he starts to look a bit angsty around the edges it’s best to leave him be, or better yet, find a blonde for him to cling to, he’ll only fizz at you otherwise.
Okay, well, that’s the young versions of Jack Harkness and John Hart in the corner over there, and yes, they are making out. Again. You’ll have to forgive them, they spent five years trapped in a paisley coloured apartment.
Want a drink? They’re just over there, help yourself— no! Um, no, don’t do that. Yes, I know it’s just a fridge, but really, don’t do that. Trust me, you don’t want to see inside there.
Moving on!
No, sorry, I have no idea where the real John Hart has gone. I have the horrid feeling he’s gone to find a lift. Best to give them some privacy.
Future Jack and John are chatting to a lovely couple you haven’t met before called Denzel and Isadora. They’re dancers, they’re alien, they’re married and yes, future John is still trying!
Hey Tiffany! People, this is Tiffany. She’s like us in that she knows everyone else in this room is fictional, but that probably isn’t a comfort as she’s fictional herself. Give us a wave, Tiff! Wait, don’t let go of the—
Oh dear.
Well, the two dogs that appear to be licking your shoes to pieces are called Jack and Ianto. Bless Tiffany, she’s such a fangirl...
Ahem. Onwards!
The redhead glaring at my jars of instant coffee is Aderyn. She’s kind of cool at parties – if you turn off the lights she glows in the dark! She got taken over by this alien light thing once, no biggie. The man beside her, who won’t even meet my eye now he’s seen the instant crap I like to drink, that’s the real Ianto Jones. Hey, Ianto!
Ianto?
Ah, no. I think he’s... Yeah, he’s staring at the future Ianto in polite confusion. It’s probably the whole ‘ghost’ thing. It tends to phase people a little when you meet your ghost over cocktails; can’t imagine why.
Speaking of ghost Ianto, I wonder where future Jack has gotten to? He was around here somewhere... You have a point, I haven’t seen real Jack for a while either. Dear me. Isn’t it worrisome the kind of conclusions our minds leap to?
Right, right, you haven’t met everyone yet. This place really is a warren, I’m telling you. So, yes, that little kid with the gorgeous blue eyes over there, the one filling his pockets with jelly beans, is Emrys. Not much to say about him except her has a fantastic mind. If you can find the real Jack, Gwen or Ianto and ask them, they’ll agree.
Gwen, Gwen, Gwen... I know she was around here somewhere. Yep, there she is! I have absolutely no idea how she keeps her hair so pristine, I really don’t.
I think that might just be everyone, you know.
Oh, wait. See the woman who just came through the door? That’s Rachel. Out of curiosity, can you gatecrash a party you’ve been invited to? You can’t? Well, looks like she’s trying anyway, bless ‘er. Hey, hey! She’s brought her Jack and Ianto! They’re engaged now, dontcherknow, and the kitten in Rachel’s arms belongs to her Ianto; it’s name is Tybalt and you will never meet a cuter fictional feline. Never ever.
And that really is everyone. Hang around and chat to people. If you stay till midnight, I’ll do my party trick and turn into a pumpkin. Oh, good times...
Bai!

Story Rambles:

Tricks and Truths - a little drabbling based on Terry Pratchett's Discworld novel, Witches Abroad starring Erzulie Gogol and Baron Saturday. It was a bit of fun trying to think of how those two characters could have come together.

Going Nowhere - a fanfic based on Jesse Hajicek's wonderful and heartbreaking webcomic, Metanoia. If you loved Jack and Ianto, you will love Jesse Hajicek's Star and Zander. Unlike RTD, Jesse Hajicek doesn't kill off his best characters!

The following fics are all Torchwood based. Oh dear.

Death and Coffee - my first Torchwood fanfic, written not long after watching Children of Earth. The idea for this came while talking to a fellow Torchwood addict and her commenting on how many fics have Ianto gaining immortality. I decided to try a different tack.

Crack in the Facade - I'm not entirely sure I've spelt 'facade' right, but oh well. This fanfic is set just after the Torchwood episode Countrycide, where Ianto is very nearly eaten by cannibals, what fun. I was trying to think of how the events in Countrycide could lead to Jack and Ianto coming together, not out of lust, but of comfort and pure, hurting need.

Illumination - aha, ahahaha... I swore to myself I would never ever watch Ianto's death scene again; I wanted to deny its existence, but sadly, this fic called for an exact transcript. Damn you, Russel T Davies. Children of Earth spoilers and heartbreak guarenteed!

Stranger Than Fiction - As cracky as crack can be, with OC abuse thrown in! God, I sound like RTD... Half of this story got written while under the influence of alcohol, you can tell, can't you?

More Than Words - It's Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones with blindfolds and bondage. Oh, and dark chocolate. Good for your seratonin levels.

Exclusive - Have you seen how Jack behaves in Meat?! Poor Ianto, you always were the one to suffer in silence.

And Then Ianto Died of Swine Flu, The End - Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. This is my fixit for Children of Earth. Contains CRACK!

Need - Set post Children of Earth, Jack is broken and wandering, and John Hart is there to help him be whole again (the way I see it, you can't spend five years trapped with someone without formsing some kind of bond; John, despite all his cockiness, would come running back to Jack is he asked...) The only problem is Ianto hasn't quite left the building. Contains angst and spooky-dos!

That Divine Light - Full of little twists and turns, this fic is now finished! Seven chapters and done! Join Aderyn Stephens as she discovers the consequences of Retcon first hand.

Child's Play - The first of many upcoming Torchwood multi-chaps. In my head, Emrys (latest OC) looks like Asa Butterfield. That kid. Has amazing eyes.

What Happens Then? - This has been in the works for ages! I'm so glad I could finally get back to it. Contains Rose and 10.5 as they look back on their lives and make new beginnings.

Here, There and Everywhere - Okay. Fine. I couldn't kill Aderyn off. I just couldn't!

There's Always An Antidote - Fluff. Lots of fluff. Name for this collection of drabbles is taken from that scene in Children of Earth. Because there has to be an antidote, and this is mine!

Links-a-plenty!

deviantArt (I draw. A lot. No, really, lots)

twitter (I also ramble a lot, have you noticed?)

fictionpress (I was writing original fiction for about a year before I even touched my first fan-fic)

THE TRANSCENDENCE 'VERSE

The Transcendence 'verse, also known as 'BRB, Time Warp' is a timey-wimey, wibbly wobbly collaboration saga created by myself and the inestimable Galadriel1010.

We now have a Facebook page entitled The Transcendence ‘verse for anyone wanting to keep up with updates across the ‘verse and any randomness the pair of us might spew out.

We’re good at random.

Stories to date (chronological in order of Jack's life):

And Then Some
Revenge is Best Served Cold
All the Bells Ring Out
This Is How We Cope
Interview
Starlight Promises
Share and Share Alike
Gravitational Potential
Continuity Error