Hello there. The name's Celaes, Celaes Procyon.

I must admit, this isn't my only shot at having an account for fanfiction works but this one seems to be the simplest to operate. I was previously known as Warrior Girl on MDW and had several ex-accounts on LJ as well as a misc. account on WordPress. Now my multiple online adventures have dwindled to this FF account, a deviantArt, a hotmail, and a seperate WordPress account. Check them out sometime - I'd be happy to give you the links.

As for my favorites for anime and whatnot, my once long list has been narrowed down just so that it wouldn't take up this entire page. ;) Hetalia, Kuroshitsuji, OHSHC, and DTB are a few of my favorites and many of my fics will be in those categories. Fanfiction for books is a hobby of mine as well. Maximum Ride and Eragon are two the got me previous reviews on my other FF account, but they may be transfered here eventually.

A fair warning: I update like a snail. I'm a perfectionist, what can I say?

In Progress:

Crystal Ship: Despite this being my first fic here, I'm not sure if this one will make it. I'm seriously considering taking it down for revision and then reposting it later...but one way or another, this WILL be finished.

Bridge Over the River Kwai: A WW2 fiction set in 1942, present day Myanmar. Arthur is taken to a POW camp in Burma (Myanmar) and is forced to work alongside hundreds of captured Ally soldiers as they build the bridge that will complete the Japanese supply line across southeastern Asia. There, he meets an American soldier brave enough to sabatoge the bridge and finds himself getting attached to the brash man. Will the two ever be able to realize their connection, or will the Japanese tear them apart like so many planks on a bridge?

Up and Coming:

Bridge Over the River Kwai - Chapter One: Arthur has been moved from Indonesia to somewhere deep within the untouched jungle-like forests of Burma. He doesn't know where exactly or why, but he does know its got something to do with a Japanese supply line. Far away from any friendly civilization and desperate to be free, Arthur feels lost without any guiding hand to help him survive - much less escape. That is, until he meets a certian American soldier who is more than willing to take him under his wing...