Hey, I'm Abc! (I've got a tumblr if you'd like to check that out, as well.) I mainly read fic, although I've obviously written and I'm in the middle of a multi-chapter fic. Mistake ...

Favorite fandoms: Split a little unevenly between Ninjago and Hetalia. Ninjago came first, then Hetalia swallowed me whole, then Ninjago came back and steamrolled me and it looks like I'll be back here a while more. Not-exactly-100%-welcome changes or not.

I know, my profile's old...but I'm too lazy to spruce it up. Sue me.

Stories I am currently working on:

That is Where They Wait: "Never enter the mansion...that is where they wait." All the ninja want to do after the last crazy Day of the Departed is relax. But here comes trouble knocking at the door with a missing ally, and an old, abandoned mansion, and - what in the world is that thing?! Watch your backs, ninja. You will not scrape by so cleanly this time. Escape is not so easy. (Being rewritten. The old version's still up but ... I don't advise a look at it.)

Oneshots:

The Fireplace: "Christmas is a wonderful time, with its good cheer and promises of gifts. But sometimes, to feel really content, you have to look at the little moments in life." Am kinda proud of this one.

Kai, Zane, and the Gas Station girl: "The first time he ran into her, she threw a soda in his face. Now, she's sitting on one of the benches in the park, listening to him speak about his brother, the sadness evident in his eyes. How did it all happen?" (Yes oh my gosh I know Zane's alive even then I knew Zane was alive Kai didn't know that now did he)

That's the Spirit!: "When Vanilla finds out about Halloween, what does she do? Throw a party! Sonic, Tails, and all their friends dress up and come over to Vanilla's house, but will some surreal "guests" spoil the day for everyone? Read to find out!" This old thing. This.

Discontinued fanfics. I hate doing this, but...:

Hurt: "When Sonic and friends land on Mobius,one thing after another happens. When they meet Fauna, a young fox who has seen many horrors and knows more then she seems to, Chaos prevails. This is my first story; please be kind, and I hope you like it! Rated T, for stuff in later chapters. Read, and if you do so, review, please! I appreciate them very much!" Like I said, first fic ever. I couldn't continue because of time constraints and lack of motivation, plus I cringed every time I reread it...

Reflection: "A crash landing in a forest. That was all it took for Eggman's latest scheme to grow out of control, endangering many lives. It was powerful. Very powerful-and that was supposed to be a good thing for him. But only so much power can be held in the hands of any one person. And when it backfires, one must wonder how much power...is too much." This is supposed to be a rewrite of Hurt...that didn't make it past the first chapter, haha. XD I just...motivation? What is that? I sorta fell out of the fandom. The writing is a lot better, though, I think.

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Orchestra Room Rules

You are not allowed to say that the viola is your favorite instrument... but I guess I didn't have to say that, did I?
Violins, sounding like a bag of cats drowning is not a valid state of being in tune.
It is not acceptable to flip a coin to figure out your bowings.
Cellists, repeatedly complaining about Pachelbel's Canon is ironically hypocritical.
Rosin is not lip balm. (What idiot caused this?)
Your bows are not to be used to recreate scenes from Star Wars.
The roles of each stand partner are clearly defined. The outside stand partner must always be playing and, in case of splits, will play the top note. The inside stand partner's role is to complain up a storm. (And flip the pages.)
Violas, automatically include "and play louder" at the end of every instruction I give you.
Please refrain from talking while playing, unless Beethoven specifically wrote a cue in his Symphony #1 to jibber jabber about the cute boy in your second period class.
If you wish to succeed at playing a string instrument, you must trim your fingernails. If you are not willing to do this, please send a parent to make up some lame excuse for you.