DO NOT FEED WRITER, DO NOT POKE GLASS!!!

She will probably club you to death with her laptop and eat your kidneys anyway, and tapping the glass only spooks her.

This is a page of a Writer who could give less of a damn about what you do not like in her stories.

The stories I write are mostly for my own amusement and entertainment, if you dont like what I write, than I highly suggest looking elsewhere.

Should I see any hate comments or Flames on my stories, I'll simply write another.

I hope you don't mind Gore and Romance, because that is the majority of what you'll find here.

Should I writes a Twilight Fanfiction, that is my business.

Should I write something containing graphic violence or horrific scenes, than know I will always let you know beforehand of a incoming section.

I do write some NSFW works, so be prepared for Nudity, Profanity, and things of a Sexual nature.

If you cant handle Gorey details, Drabbles of anything and about everything, and fandoms from all over (Even the annoying ones), Than I highly suggest you search elsewhere for reading material.

I try to be consistent with updates, but I work on my time and no body else's. Writing is fun, not a job for me.

If I leave a story for years on end, dont worry ill get back to it.

That all being said, Enjoy My little Deathlings~!

Favorite Pairings:

Grell/Undertaker

Ciel/Sebastian

Kyouya/Haruhi

Mori/Haruhi

Bill/Dipper

Sesshomaru/Kagome

Panty/Brief

Alfred/Arthur

Ivan/Yao

Francis/Arthur

Felciano/Ludwig

Usagi/Misaki

Maka/Soul

Tsubaki/BlackStar

Tony/Steve

Natasha/Bruce

Deadpool(Wade)/Spiderman(Peter)

and So much more!

You Know You're a Writer When:

Every time you hear a song, you think of a new story or one you've already written.

You have the last chapters of a story done before even thinking of the characters names.

You often imagine your books becoming movies.

Spell check is your best friend.

You give even the smallest of characters a huge background, often mentally.

You hesitate before killing of one of your favorite characters.

You smile really big when you are going to finally write a character love scene. (Well, it depends on the character...)

Every time you read something, you make your own story of the same thing.

You'll spend an hour trying to find one word cause you won't dare use a synonym.

Not being able to write is like not being able to pee to you... you just can't hold it in for so long.

You write so fast, you leave out words in a sentence.

You have to tell at least one person your whole story before it's even written.

Things that are written badly annoy you and make you want to re-write it better.

You laugh at jokes you wrote yourself.

You can spell words like 'troublesome' but can't spell 'the' half the time.

If you are not writing or typing, your fingers are moving constantly.

You talk to yourself... constantly.

You talk to yourself about talking to yourself.

When you talk to yourself you often talk to yourself like you're talking to someone else.

When you have to write some sort of story in class, you get carried away.

You would rather die than use words like 'good' or 'nice' and etc.

You put off the last chapter of a story simply because you don't want it to end.

You start to cry when writing about a death or other depressing event you knew was coming, and you are the one writing it.

When on a roll, you will ignore hunger, sleepiness, or the urge to pee until you run out of ideas.

If a story, movie, show, etc. finishes without closure, you have a powerful need to write a suitable ending.

You like to fidget, tap, or chew on the tip of something when you are trying to come up with a new sentence, paragraph, chapter, or story.

You are in love with the thesaurus.

You dream about your stories.

You dream of new stories.

You often revisit some of your old stories.

Someone can call your name twenty times without you hearing if you're writing.

You would rather talk to the voices in your head than the person sitting next to you.

You would rather write than go out.

Your/you're and their/there/they're errors send you into an apoplectic fit.

You get cranky if you don't get to write.

You've heard/seen something, and thought, I need to write that down.

You wake up in the middle of the night and scrabble for a pen and paper you keep next to your bed to write down a scene to make the voices be quiet so you can get some sleep.

Getting the scene finished is more important than coffee, the bathroom, or food.

A blank wall becomes the screen where the scene you're writing takes place right in front of your eyes.

You can't write because you're mad at one of your characters.

Following up on the previous statement, the feeling is often mutual.

You start to laugh out loud in public at what something your character might say.

Even though you try your hardest to resist, you often correct your own grammar on IM.

You talk to yourself about talking to yourself too much.

Your family/friends have come to the ignore the habit of your talking to yourself.

You've apologized out loud to a character after doing something horrible to them.

After uttering a profound piece of wisdom like that which comes from above, you stare at the cookie in your hand with awe and say, "Wow, this stuff is great for sugar highs..."

You live off sugar and caffeine.

People think you're insane.

You think you're insane.

You check your e-mail every day of the week one week, and then disappear off the face of the earth the next.

Your e-mails tend to be pages long and incredibly random.

When replying to an e-mail, you never actually address the point of it.

No matter where you are in a room you never have to get up to find a pen/pencil and paper.

The letters on your keyboard are wearing off.

The letters on your keyboard are splattered with nail polish and/or food from all of those times you were too lazy to get up.

Your friends and family think that you have carpal tunnel syndrome.

People think you have ADD.

You think it'd be cool to have ADD.

You constantly start talking in the third person, present or past tense.

You start thinking about making lists like this and start laughing for no "apparent" reason.

Your friends stopped looking at you funny a loooooooong time ago.

However, the above does not apply to the general public.

You failed English 101.