Hurtling ever quicker towards maturity, as you do when you've left College's loving embrace, I have taken the next step to being a self-sufficient grown-up:
I've embraced the fact that I write fanfiction and taken the necessary steps for unleashing that horror onto the world.
Thus, I give you, for your ever-continuing peals of disbelieving amusement and disdain:
My ff.net account.
[link]Merlin's pest-infested beard, I'll never be normal. I get that.
If you'll excuse me, I must now battle my childhood trauma that is otherwise known as "Watership Down".
"Oh, lookit! A cartoon! With bunnies! Let's have her watch that!". Stellar parenting, mum and dad. Stellar. And they wonder why I turned to X Files and Goosebumps and horror folklore before I had even cleared 2nd grade.
It's a slippery slope, kids. A slippery slope. Don't do fanart. It's a gateway dorkery, and before you know it, you're cooking up fanfiction in an RV in the desert. Look at your lives. Look at your choices.
But welcome to the crazy and demented but ever-wonderful cesspool that is Fanfiction.net! In case you're interested, my poor ff.net account: [link]
And congratulations on joining the fanfiction writing community! It's fun here.
....yep, I grew up on Emerson, Lake, & Palmer, Depeche Mode, Isao Tomita, Jan Hammer, the works!
Also, memorizing Phantom of the Opera when your eight doesn't hurt either.
Glad to see that you've joined the fanfiction ranks!
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