December 2018 Update: I'm alive and I'm back. Check out my Songfiction Collection - the first one is "The Good Parts" Ft. Takao from My Forged Wedding. I love Andy Grammer's songs.

Gender: Female

Age:Young

Residence: Hiding in a corner cowering from my inner editor yelling at me 'cause I haven't written anything for him to complain about in nearly a year. (Yep, my inner editor's a guy. A guy who is currently blonde, can't decide what color he wants his eyes to be and talks with every heavy accent known to man).

I.E: VAT IS ZE MEANING OF THIS?! "VRITING IS MY LIFE", PSSHA VAT A JOKE!

Me: *squealing* No, it's not!

I.E: WELL, I DO NOT SEE MUCH OF DE LIFE AROUND HERE! *looks at all the blank pages in my writing books then at the date of my last completed story* THIS IS STRAIGHT UP UNACCEPTABLE! WOULD TO GOD THAT I COULD FIND EMPLOYMENT ELSEWHERE!

Me: But you can't leave! You're MY inner editor! I practically created you!

I.E: Then you should know that you not writing or posting anything is UNACCEPTABLE!

Me: I'm sorry! Life's been hectic! And I've had writer's block! For MONTHS!

I.E: *mocking me* "wah! Wah! I have writer's block! wah! wah! I don't even watch tv like that anymore! wah! wah! I've got no inspiration at all!" And you call yourself a writer.

Me: *sniffling* I know I have a lot of problems... *hic* and I don't have much to show for my love of writing... *hic* but why you gotta be so ME-E-EAAANNNNN ABOUT IIIIITTTTT!!!!! *full out bawling in my dark corner*

I.E: Oh, for pity's sake-

Melantha: *walks in, puts kunai up to I.E's throat* You made the girl cry?

I.E: Who da heck is you?!

Melantha: You should know. I'm the OC from her Naruto fanfic. The one that wiped out an entire village in one morning.

I.E: *blinks slowly in realization* Awh yeah, I rememba you. Gosh, it's be so long since that fic went up I didn't even 'memba you existed.

Melantha: -.- You'd better apologize before I add you to the list of casualties on my resume.

I.E: *scoffs* You can't kill me. I'm the one who solidified your persona.

Melantha: *pushes tip of kunai into I.E's throat silently*

I.E: Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow, ow, ow, ok, ow. Ok, ow, I get it! I get it! *pulls away and rubs his throat* Geez. *throws a half-hearted apology my way* I'm sorry.

Melantha: *sharpening shurikens against each other*

I.E: Really! I'm sorry! I'll... go get to work on that spark of yours so you can start up that new LLFTX fanfic about that one guy nobody really cares out. Looking forward to seeing that Chapter 6 draft for 'Shadow's Not All Bad' sometime this week! We can't be late again! *dashes into his office and locks the door*

Melantha: Hmph. Like I don't know how to get around a locked door. *walks off muttering about going on another killing spree*

Me: *looks up at the now empty room* Oh, look! Inspiration! Yay! *runs off to hack away at yet another fanfic idea*

Current Happenings - early 2015:

I'm currently obesessed with otome games - that is novel-style dating simulation games. Voltage and Shall We Date? basically own the entertainment part of my life. Some of the games I'm really into:

Love Letter From a Thief X -
Takkun, I love you. Kenshi, be my adventure buddy. Riki, just one date, just one. Atsumu... yeah, you're just adorable and impressive. Hiro, teach me the secret to your two-second costume changes.

Star-Crossed Myth -
Scorpioooooo! *holds back the urge to glomp him as he glares at me* ... *squishes Chibi Scorpio plushie instead* Dui! Oh sweet, sweet, Dui. I'm not even scared of your evil side - we could totally exchange punishment notes. Altair, Vega, you two cuties aren't fooling anyone. (*lightblub goes off* I just got a fanfic idea!) Ikky! Ikky! My Ikky! Could the fact that I like him so much have anything to do with my constant urge to nag Zyglavis? Hmm...

MetroPD Close To You - Kimura. Just, Kimura. Well, people tell me I look really different with my glasses off, too. Kirisawa, your obliviousness in matters of love and all its subtleties is too adorable for words. Nomura, yes. Asano, yeesssss. Not to mention the MC in this game is my absolute favourite of all the games I've played.

10 Days With My Devil - Shikiiiiiiii! My Shiki! MINE! Meguru, too. (Before his transformation. His derp eyes were so cute!) Meguru's innocence is unmatchable.

Pirates in Love - Nathan, someone catch me. So my type. AND he's a chef? Christopher. Chis-to-pher. Dr. Christopher and his lady-slaying smile - be still, my heart! My only qualm with this chocolate dreamboat - QUIT TRYING TO SACRIFICE YOURSELF EVERY TIME SOMETHING GOES WRONG, DOGGONEIT! *breathes* Moving on... Thomas is just the epitome of adorable - those doe eyyyyyyeeeeeessssss. And puberty does him SO. WELL. in the second sequel.

True Love Sweet Lies - Naomasa. (If you haven't notice I have a thing for the "quiet types" in these games). then Sakuya. The goat, though! Voltage got me with that one. Yuriko's hilarious! Can't leave out Nozomu. The older guys are all the sweet ones with the BACKSTORY.

I could go on forever with this list but yeah, you catch my drift. I'm obsessed. And Voltage won't stop updating.

Don't think I forgot Shall We Date? Here's some of my favourites from those lovely people:

The Nilfheim - JJ is just incredible. I love everything bit of his rotting zombie self. King Jean is awesome - funny and mysterious. The Pale Ghost - I wanted him from I saw the game's trailer! Orlando's cute when he's ready. Skelatiano - my favourite skeleton ever. He's so overdramatic! This game owns when it comes to spin-offs.

Destiny Ninja - This was my first 'Shall We Date?' game and my introduction to otome games in general. Needless to say, Mizuki's my fave. Then Benkei. Big, lovable, oaf Benkei.

Ninja Love - Kotaro. Enough said. I don't see all the hype around Saizo; he's just not my kind of tsundere. This game has great spin-offs.

Yup. Competely taken over my life. I can't think of the last time I sat down and watched a cartoon thanks to these things.

I'm plagued by some sort of mysterious affliction that gives me greats ideas but then prevents me from finishing them. I would say I have writer's block, but the plot bunnies are all up there, hopping around, sad because I have nothing to feed them with so they can become full-fledged stories. *purses lips* Yep. If you know of a cure, please PM me ASAP.

(A little about Mwah)

All credit for my creativity goes to God and Him alone.

My life verse: 2 Timothy 1:7- For God has not given us the spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

I love books and all kinds of music. You'd have an easier with me telling you what types of music I don't like.

I love being creative and helping my friends.

People call me weird, crazy, insane, and so on. I take all that as a compliment. My favourite from someone where I'm currently living has to be "NObody does that."

I'm unique and can adapt to just about any situation.

I am a vault when it comes to secrets and love to have a good time.

WRITING IS MY LIFE.

I am a a born-again believer in Jesus Christ as the Son of the living God. I love the colors back and midnight blue and really don't like the fact that I look great in pink.

My hobbies include reading, writing, listening to music and helping my friends. I enjoy singing, dancing and reading other people's creative writing.

I've been diagnosed as crazy by two of my college friends. I love having a good time. I have many sides and can most often be seen reading or writing. I have a tendency to laugh out loud at memories at the most random times and talk to myself- a lot. It's mostly stories I'm making up but people still think it's wierd.

I'll tell you this now: words like "crazy", "weird", and "insane"? I take them ALL as compliments! Who wants to be normal, anyway? Normal is boring. What does that even mean, "normal"?

Anyway, that's a little bit of me. You wanna know any more, feel free to PM me. I love making new friends. I am sure to review every single story I read (sometimes even every chapter).

(Copy and paste thingies!)

Girls
are like
apples on trees.
The best ones are
at the top of the tree.The
boys don't want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree.

(SOOOOOO TRUE!!)

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we say, love.

The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye and where the other should have been was a hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner.

Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby, striped type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, and even his shoulders. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat !”
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the same reaction.

If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around your feet in forgiveness.

Whenever he spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love.
If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor’s dogs. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.

As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. It must be hurting him terribly, I thought.

Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring.

Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion. At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly.

Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me…I will always try to be Ugly.

Put this on your profile I you were touched like I was.

Mary had a little Lamb, His fleece was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went, that Lamb was sure to go.
He followed her to school each day, t'wasn't even in the rule.
It made the children laugh and play, to have a Lamb at school.
And then the rules all changed one day, illegal it became;
To bring the Lamb of God to school, or even speak His name!
Every day got worse and worse, and days turned into years.
Instead of hearing children laugh, we heard gunshots and tears.
What must we do to stop the crime that's in our schools today?
Let's let the Lamb come back to school, and teach our kids to pray.

(taken from The All Real Numbers Symbol's profile)

True Taylor fans were crushing on him since Sharkboy and Lavagirl. (To be honest, I'm not into the whole Twilight fandom, so my Lautner crush is still the cutie who sings punk while on a giant chocolate chip cookie floating down a river of warm milk _)

Favourite quotes:

"When you make your dreams reality, reality becomes a dream." - The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl

"We keep a ferocious beast inside ourselves in order to protect the things we hold dear." -Yuiko Kubozuka, Beast Master

"Fun things, sad things... We can't share everything. But what we can, we could share." -Master Makarov, Fairy Tail (Episode 29- My Resolve)

"You've got two legs and a heartbeat, what's stopping you?" - Inuyasha, Inuyasha Movie 1: Affections Touching Across Time

Orlando: Be a good zombie and rot in silence.

J.J: I have reached my conclusion. My discussion is more important. -The Niflheim (Prologue)