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Profile of a Former Bigwig Ficwaddian
14 ReviewsI'm doing this because I'm bored and waiting on MSPA updates. ;_;
So, I don't give a shit if I don't count cuz I quit fan fiction, but I'm bored and this seems interesting enough to hold my attention for a few minutes. If you want to read my fics, email me at glorytoeddi@myself.com and I'll send you whatever you want (including my new collaboration with AdnarimSmada and MLR).
Real Name: Eddi Hollilore is all you're getting
Username: xx_eddi_xx
Gender: Female
Country: USA.
City: Shitty little town you've never heard of.
Religion: What I wouldn't kill to have a religion... I think Satanism is pretty fucking cool though.
Relationship status: ...single. -_-
Picture of yourself (optional): http://tinypic.com/r/oh926x/6
Favourite musicians/bands: I don't even know anymore, to be quite honest.
Favourite movies: I don't watch movies. I'm shit, I know.
Favourite TV shows: BBC's Sherlock, the UK Skins, Fairy Tail, Kuroshitsuji, ahm... stuff that I don't actually watch on TV, ironically.
Favourite Books: Catch-22, A Clockwork Orange, Lord of the Flies, et cetera.
Heroes: This is pretty sad, but I've not any heroes.
Bandoms you write for: I used to write for FOB, MCR, a little PATD, Green Day, Nirvana, but I'm more about my original fics nowadays (shameless self-promotion: email me at the address above and I'll send you some shit).
Pairings you ship: I don't have any ships in bandoms... But in Homestuck (let me tell you about Homestuck, lol) I ship Kanaya\Rose, PBJ, Karkat\Karkat and Roxy\Calliope so hard. So so hard. Most of you don't read Homestuck, so you don't care.
In your opinion, what is the best story on Ficwad you feel you've ever written? God, the best story I wrote was most likely a one-shot that nobody read. I don't remember what I titled it. It was basically where Gerard had had a huge break up with Frank and ended up at Mikey's in the middle of the night sobbing and drunk, and then Gerard hurls himself in front of a truck. It's all very dramatic, very Eddi. I loved it so much...
Your favourite authors on here: I'm going with ChloesGreenDay. God I miss that kid.
Your favourite fics on here: I don't remember right now. And I hardly use my "favorite" button.
Sample of your writing: Here's from that fic I mentioned above.
Frank and Gerard sat awkwardly in Frank's apartment.
“I'm sorry I let our relationship get to the point it got,” Gerard was saying quietly. “I'm sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I’m relentless. I’m sorry I can't let you go. I mean, I tried, Frankie, I really did.” He was trying his best not to cry.
“You've got nothing to be sorry for. I’m the one who fucked it up. I’m the one who can't be in a fucking committed relationship like a normal person.” It was hard for Frank to see Gerard hurting like that, genuinely remorseful.
Gerard wasn't really listening to Frank. “How did you fuck it up? I’m the one who was always like 'let's fuck' and didn't realize how badly I was fucking with your head.
And very softly, Frank replied, “Because I couldn't say no.”
“I should've been more responsible. You're fragile. I'm fragile. We shouldn't've been doing anything like that. But I’m fucked up in the head. I feed my illness instead of fixing myself.” And now Gerard was crying, like he totally didn't want to. “Ever since the last time we did shit and you lost your mind afterward, I haven't been able to get it up for anyone. Not even myself. It makes me sick if I try anything. I feel so fucking bad about it, you don't even know. I’m sorry.” A hiccup. “I know those are two pointless hollow words now, but fuck, Frank, I’m so fucking sorry.”
After a brief silence, Gerard felt the need to add,
“I feel like a fucking pedophile.”
Frank snapped a this. “You are not a pedophile. I swear to god, if I hear you call yourself that or anything else bad again, I’m going to beat your ass. How are you a pedophile? We're adults.”
Gerard, again, wasn't listening. “I hate myself for all this shit. For being unable to just stay friends. I’m fucking scum. Thinking about it just makes me want to put a bullet in my head.”
“Don't even talk like that,” Frank whispered.
“Why the fuck not?” Gerard replied bitterly. “It's how I fucking feel.”
“Because it scares me,” Frank admitted reluctantly. “And shit like that made me freak out about saying no. I was afraid I'd say it and you'd go and do something like that.”
Gerard was losing touch, getting absorbed in a world of emotion and self-loathing. “So I basically fucking raped you?” The word felt like poison. “Because you thought I'd lose my shit, you went along with it? Jesus fucking Christ, am I that fucked up?”
“You're not fucked up.” By now, Frank was getting irritated, regretting that he said anything.
“Why couldn't you just tell me?” Gerard demanded, getting dramatic.
“I didn't want to fuck everything up.”
“You could've told me. I wouldn't've been upset.”
“I didn't know that.”
Silence.
“Look Gee,” Frank finally said, “Why don't you just go home and calm down?”
Gerard got up, stared down the guy he still loved, despite the fact that he hated himself severely. “Anything else I should know?” He was trying hard to lose all emotion, somewhat succeeding.
“I bought new strings for Pansy today.”
A glare. “You know what I fucking mean.”
“No,” Frank lied quietly. “Nothing else.”
“You're only saying that because I’m upset and you don't want me slitting your throat on your cream-colored rug. I don't even care. How much fucking worse can it get, Frank?”
The shorter man merely stared at his feet. “That's all for now.”
Gerard just forced an ironic smirk and muttered, “Whatever.”
Real Name: Eddi Hollilore is all you're getting
Username: xx_eddi_xx
Gender: Female
Country: USA.
City: Shitty little town you've never heard of.
Religion: What I wouldn't kill to have a religion... I think Satanism is pretty fucking cool though.
Relationship status: ...single. -_-
Picture of yourself (optional): http://tinypic.com/r/oh926x/6
Favourite musicians/bands: I don't even know anymore, to be quite honest.
Favourite movies: I don't watch movies. I'm shit, I know.
Favourite TV shows: BBC's Sherlock, the UK Skins, Fairy Tail, Kuroshitsuji, ahm... stuff that I don't actually watch on TV, ironically.
Favourite Books: Catch-22, A Clockwork Orange, Lord of the Flies, et cetera.
Heroes: This is pretty sad, but I've not any heroes.
Bandoms you write for: I used to write for FOB, MCR, a little PATD, Green Day, Nirvana, but I'm more about my original fics nowadays (shameless self-promotion: email me at the address above and I'll send you some shit).
Pairings you ship: I don't have any ships in bandoms... But in Homestuck (let me tell you about Homestuck, lol) I ship Kanaya\Rose, PBJ, Karkat\Karkat and Roxy\Calliope so hard. So so hard. Most of you don't read Homestuck, so you don't care.
In your opinion, what is the best story on Ficwad you feel you've ever written? God, the best story I wrote was most likely a one-shot that nobody read. I don't remember what I titled it. It was basically where Gerard had had a huge break up with Frank and ended up at Mikey's in the middle of the night sobbing and drunk, and then Gerard hurls himself in front of a truck. It's all very dramatic, very Eddi. I loved it so much...
Your favourite authors on here: I'm going with ChloesGreenDay. God I miss that kid.
Your favourite fics on here: I don't remember right now. And I hardly use my "favorite" button.
Sample of your writing: Here's from that fic I mentioned above.
Frank and Gerard sat awkwardly in Frank's apartment.
“I'm sorry I let our relationship get to the point it got,” Gerard was saying quietly. “I'm sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I’m relentless. I’m sorry I can't let you go. I mean, I tried, Frankie, I really did.” He was trying his best not to cry.
“You've got nothing to be sorry for. I’m the one who fucked it up. I’m the one who can't be in a fucking committed relationship like a normal person.” It was hard for Frank to see Gerard hurting like that, genuinely remorseful.
Gerard wasn't really listening to Frank. “How did you fuck it up? I’m the one who was always like 'let's fuck' and didn't realize how badly I was fucking with your head.
And very softly, Frank replied, “Because I couldn't say no.”
“I should've been more responsible. You're fragile. I'm fragile. We shouldn't've been doing anything like that. But I’m fucked up in the head. I feed my illness instead of fixing myself.” And now Gerard was crying, like he totally didn't want to. “Ever since the last time we did shit and you lost your mind afterward, I haven't been able to get it up for anyone. Not even myself. It makes me sick if I try anything. I feel so fucking bad about it, you don't even know. I’m sorry.” A hiccup. “I know those are two pointless hollow words now, but fuck, Frank, I’m so fucking sorry.”
After a brief silence, Gerard felt the need to add,
“I feel like a fucking pedophile.”
Frank snapped a this. “You are not a pedophile. I swear to god, if I hear you call yourself that or anything else bad again, I’m going to beat your ass. How are you a pedophile? We're adults.”
Gerard, again, wasn't listening. “I hate myself for all this shit. For being unable to just stay friends. I’m fucking scum. Thinking about it just makes me want to put a bullet in my head.”
“Don't even talk like that,” Frank whispered.
“Why the fuck not?” Gerard replied bitterly. “It's how I fucking feel.”
“Because it scares me,” Frank admitted reluctantly. “And shit like that made me freak out about saying no. I was afraid I'd say it and you'd go and do something like that.”
Gerard was losing touch, getting absorbed in a world of emotion and self-loathing. “So I basically fucking raped you?” The word felt like poison. “Because you thought I'd lose my shit, you went along with it? Jesus fucking Christ, am I that fucked up?”
“You're not fucked up.” By now, Frank was getting irritated, regretting that he said anything.
“Why couldn't you just tell me?” Gerard demanded, getting dramatic.
“I didn't want to fuck everything up.”
“You could've told me. I wouldn't've been upset.”
“I didn't know that.”
Silence.
“Look Gee,” Frank finally said, “Why don't you just go home and calm down?”
Gerard got up, stared down the guy he still loved, despite the fact that he hated himself severely. “Anything else I should know?” He was trying hard to lose all emotion, somewhat succeeding.
“I bought new strings for Pansy today.”
A glare. “You know what I fucking mean.”
“No,” Frank lied quietly. “Nothing else.”
“You're only saying that because I’m upset and you don't want me slitting your throat on your cream-colored rug. I don't even care. How much fucking worse can it get, Frank?”
The shorter man merely stared at his feet. “That's all for now.”
Gerard just forced an ironic smirk and muttered, “Whatever.”
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