Hello, my name is Robyn, and I am Professor Cheesecake, and I fangirl over many a thing.

These things include Danny Phantom, Glee, Harry Potter, How I Met Your Mother, The Hunger Games and more (I only write about Danny Phantom and Glee, though, sorry to disappoint).

I love to read, I love to write. In fact, when I was in grade...two?...I had this little story book that I called 'Tulip and Daffodil'. It's one of those 'animals that talk' stories, except it's with flowers. More specifically, flowers with superpowers. I'm going to give you ALL the information I've got on Tulip and Daffodil right here and now, though, because I love that ol' story. Who knows? Someday, I will actually retype that story into a kids book. Maybe the other kids will love it as much as the seven year old author did.
Tulip is, well, a tulip (I had such the imagination for all these stories, and I name a tulip Tulip. Go figure.) who woke up one morning invisible. She's all "WHAAAAAA!?" and then Daffodil (who's a daffodil) at her window. Turns out, Daffodil woke up on the ceiling because her petals (you know how a daffodil looks, right? They've got that big bell looking thing, and petals on the top of their head) had subconsciously started spinning like that of a helicopter, fast enough for her to start flying! Somehow she controlled her speed, hight and direction to get to Tulip's house (don't ask current, fourteen year old me how. Ask seven year old me-she's the mastermind of all this! She probably didn't think of that, though, she was more excited about her very first storybook than the technical difficulties) to tell her to get out of the house and so they could go find the rest of their friends. Tulip has a little adventure getting out of the house (her parents think she's a ghost at first (turns out I've always been interested in ghost stories. Sweet!) who's kidnapped Tulip or something, but when Tulip reappears, they make her go through her usual morning routine, not caring that their kid can randomely turn invisible) and then she and Daffodil go to all their friend's places, and discover that BlueBells has bower over vines (when they got to her place, they were all trapped by her vine-traps. She must be a smart little flower to have made so many successful vine traps after only having her 'powers' for only her morning), Daisy is somehow now a flower-bird (the way little me drew her was actually pretty cool, for a flower) Dandy (I think this one is the least obvious. I felt bad for dandylions because everybody hated them so much, so I turned one of my characters into one) can control heat (when they got to her place, they found her out in the yard because her parents kicked her out for making the house way too hot. What nice parents...), and Rose (fifty points if you guess what kind of flower she is!!!) can turn into a look-alike of Tulip (you can tell I ran out of ideas, can't you? Originally, she was a really insecure character who didn't think she could do anything, and all her friends were supporting her and all that. Thinking back, I'm surprised that little seven-year old me thought to put that kind of issue into a story like this...also, I think around the time I was in grade three or four, I changed her power to be able to turn into anybody, not just Tulip. Sorta like Amorpho). They all went on an adventure to rescue a lion that (conveniently on the day they got their powers) escaped from the zoo. I think I also had another story arch that had three HUMAN girls from a planet called AlliterNation (guess what I learned in my grade four Language Arts class that day?) who only spoke in alliteration. They were hard to write dialogue for, I remember that for sure...so...yeah. Tulip and Daffodil. My first ever story.
(TL;DR) I wrote when I was itty bitty. That is all.

Now that I've given you a summary of my first story ever, I will give you the summaries of my fanfiction stories! Yay!

She Noticed: Starr's brother gets saved, not by Danny Phantom, but Danny Fenton. Why would Danny Fenton do such a thing? Why does Starr care? (Don't hold your breath for updates here, I write slowly and I have writers block. Sorry.)

A Broken Promise: Dani's in jail, because (and I use this in the fic) "Gotta steal to eat, gotta eat to live" (although I don't know which comes first: Steal to eat, or Eat to live...either way seems to work). Fed up, she calls Danny, who should be there for her, and promised he would. But what if he can't?

As for the ending...well, read the author's notes. And (I think, anyway) that Danny's too proud to admit such a thing to somebody who thinks so much of him.

Never Trust A Teacher : I'm keeping this one vague. One thing I will say, though, is that this story is in Second Person point of view. It was originally supposed to be a one-shot (three pages long handwritten, and two pages on the computer...in large font), but I thought it'd be a lot more, er, interesting if I separated it into the shortest chapters I've ever written. The sequel's up, though!

Similarities: The sequel to Never Trust A Teacher. After the tragedy that struck previously, Lancer's gone back to the place where he's grown up in to work there. But what if life puts him in the same predicament that he was in before? How far will he go to protect his student? On hiatus, possibly discontinued, I haven't decided yet.

Despicable Me: A oneshot, with an potentially over-used concept. Anyway...
Desperate for her Phantom's love, Paulina puts her trust in a suspicious looking green genie, wishing that he loved her back. But as we the readers know, being experienced with this genie, the wishes she grants never turn out the way that's expected...

Featuring Sam with big boobs (though not necessarily hers...), Danny with multiple nosebleeds, Paulina kissing Danny, and a counsellor!

Midnight Coloured Fruit: A completed series of oneshots that I wrote when I had a BlackBerry. No, I don't sp3ak lik di2, and yes, my thumbs hurt like hell when finished each of them. It's worth it, though, they were fun to write. The chapters are as follows:

Too Little, Too Late: In which Vlad finally carries out his plan to have Maddie and Danny for himself. Maddie is shown that half-ghosts do exist, and Danny cracks under the pressure and grief.

I'm Gone: In which somebody gets fed up with their parent's neglect, and leaves home. Can you figure out who it is before the end of the story?

Darling, I Love You: In which Sam has fun in drama class. Danny's there, too, but Sam is having all the fun. Sucks for him, eh?

It's A Sue World, After All: In which Sam is perfect, Danny is wrongfully accused of cheating despite his lack of relationship, and Tucker is...well. I don't actually know.

I Blame the Haircut: In which light blonde hair cut into a backwards mullet and vibrant green eyes are a little confusing for poor old Box Lunch.

Now, for my Harry Potter story...

A Beast Reservation Field Trip Gone Wrong: This is the story that I only own half of. My brilliant friend Alex and I realized: Hey! We're both Harry Potter freaks! And: Hey! We both like to write! And then somehow we came up with this idea that we went to Hogwarts...before realizing how far away that is, and how cheesy it'd be for us to move all the way from li'l ol' Canada (ok. So it's not so little...) to England just to go to a school. So we made a new one. Guess what? It's called Hildegarde. And the reason that I only own half of it? It's because the other half is in Alex's point of view (except he changed his name to Ethan), so, technically, I own half, and he owns the other. This story is discontinued.

And for my Glee fics!

I Don't Like Classics: A crossover with Danny Phantom. (at this point you may have noticed that I'm fairly disorganised). Brittany and Starr share a dream; it disturbs Brittany somewhat, but Starr doesn't quite mind. Britt calls Santana while Paulina calls Starr. Their reactions are different.

Not Your BoyToy: An exercise in dialogue (of sorts). Somebody flirts with Kurt, Blaine gets protective, and Kurt is too drunk to understand things completely.

That is all! Thank you, thank you, thank you very much! *bows*

Now, read it and weep. But hopefully with joy.