Hullo out there in fanfiction land. My name is Solar Flare (yes, that's my actual
name... blame it on my hippie of a mum). Here's a little bit about moi,
for your perusal.
I'm 16, goth/punk, vegan, and an out-of-the-closet-to-most-people gay
whatsit of British/Celtic descent. I was born on Samhain/The Day of the
Dead/World Vegan Day (and I'm a vegan, fancy that). I have been
viciously uprooted from my homeland (San Francisco, California...
before that I lived in London) and am now stuck here in Hell (Arcola,
Virginia). Sic Semper Tyrannis,
indeed. (See? I even know the bloody state motto. But only because it's
emblazoned on the front of my school.)
Oh, right, and I'm a bloke. Sorry if you didn't pick up on that.
Concerning my writing... Quite naturally, I'm the slashy type, so heads
up for that. I'm also big on poetry and (slightly rambly)
original/historical fiction one-shots.
Fandoms I write in include Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, The Vampire
Chronicles (even though I can't post anything here because ffn's all
fussy about it being illegal), Onegin (which no one that I know has even heard
of, unless they're obsessed with Liv Tyler), Dead Poets Society, Cowboy
Bebop, GATTACA, Lord of the Flies, various works by the illusrtious
Oscar Wilde, Labyrinth, The Sound and the Fury (scary, I know, but I'm
a sucker for Quentin), various works by Shakespeare, original
historical fiction (mostly having to do with favourite authors of
mine), The Perks of Being a Wallflower, and—coming soon!—the Iliad and
the Odyssey.
All of my fanfics, unless stated otherwise, are thoroughly beta'd (and
often co-written) by my dear friend Han ( who hasn't posted anything on her account (http://www.fanfiction.net/u/147881/) for a few years, but her old stuff is almost as good as the new (and
she's getting a new account soon, so yay for me!).
Being British, my punctuation/spelling/word useage/insert your
annoyance here/etc might be a little irksome, and/or may take some
getting used to if... well, if you're not bloody used to it, I suppose.
But trust me, it's better this way.
I say that in a totally biased manner, but it's the truth, people.
Random Tangent:
Honestly, whatever lead most Americans to having such limited
vocabularies and funny spelling? I'll bet it goes back to the 1700s,
those cheeky colonist blighters. No doubt they just wanted to piss off
the king. I'll bet Washington and his fellow wooden-toothed mates were
sitting around in the back room of their favourite pub one night,
getting thoroughly sloshed and coming up with ways to slight the crown,
and one of them piped up and said, 'Hey, why don't we have our own
language?' And more plastered chap said, 'We alrea'y do, ish English.'
And the first guy said, 'No, that's the point, I mean besides
English, 'cos we're not actually English anyway, we're colonists.' And
they all sat about wondering for a few, then another random colonist
guy said, 'D'you mean like a cipher? It'd take ages to teach everyone
that.' Then the first guy was struck with a brainwave and said, 'I know! Let's come up with just a few different words for things, and then spell slightly differently, so the language's technically ours, but we didn't come up with it first!' Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my take on American History.