I am typing this at 7:13 pm, on the day my parents have finally allowed me to get an account.

Some of you may know me as Sola, namely those who write SPN or Death Note humor most likely. I'm that anonymous reviewer who has a tendency to fall out of her chair laughing.

About Me:

I'm a girl (as should be obvious).

I'm kinda goth... not genuine but I have a definite preference towards black clothing/vampires/Breaking Benjamin, Three Days Grace, My Chemical Romance, etc. Borderline goth music. However, I am rather too hyper to truly qualify. And my (not so secret) romantic streak is a kilometer wide. ((What? Miles are so boring. Even if I do live in the good ol' US of A.))

Give me sugar (LEMON DROPS AND SODA AND PEANUTS) and you have the Apocalypse on your hands.

I have a strange preoccupation with killing off my characters. It's just so fun.

I'm an artist, but I can only draw girls/really really girly guys. And clothes.

My computer is named Satan and hates tabs in Microsoft Word. HATES them.

I have a tendency to make serious things somehow humorous, and have to work to keep things normal. The only angsty fic I've ever written is Anthem of the Angels (not yet up). And I was in a bad mood. Very very bad mood. And it was late at night.

I quote the Lord of the Rings movies AT LEAST once a day. Usually "I promises on the precious" (meaning L Lawliet).

I'm, like, the opposite of an insomniac. I've probably spent half my life in a coma. What happens in class is different, that's just spacing out.

I have incredibly vivid, complex, and long dreams. With plots. That mostly make sense.

The username should probably be explained. Basically, it's one of my unfortunate little habits. If I see a colored pencil I like, it ends up in my large peacoat pockets. Peacoat is now a sweatshirt--same diff.

Ummmmmmmmmmm... I'm drawing a blank...

Oh! Shtuff I'm writing.

I'm about to put up a Supernatural fanfic, entitled Supernatural: The Musical. I was reading this discussion group, and the girls said that there should be an episode where there was only singing...and this was born. Sadly, I really cannot rhyme. UPDATE: I know it says "complete" for status, but a combination of one person reviewing and saying they wanted another chapter, and me getting bitten by a plot bunny while replying to another review has prompted me to consider a sequel. However, it'll take a while if I put it up at all.

I also have a long (and stuck) Death Note story, entitled Far Away. It's annoying me because I belatedly realized the main character is a Mary Sue. Curse myself for dreaming up the plot with a non-writer friend while high off soda and L Lawliet's sheer smexiness. Don't judge. It's a word.

And I'm working on a Mirrormask one that is currently untitled.

I recently wrote my first Destiel fic (songfic) and once I've edited it with the help of Artemisdesari (hopefully) I'll put it up. It's called Anthem of the Angels, and it really really sucks...

And I just put up Don't Touch My Archangel (SPN), which is pure crack. Fangirls beat up Luci because of occurrences in "Hammer of the Gods."