I'm the Admiral.

I believe in everything that I'm told is fake (true love, happiness, magic, ghosts).

I like paisley and kittens and fuzzy scarves and huge headphones and anime and all kinds of music and referring to myself in third person and space travelers (especially when they resemble David Tennant) and handsome charming rogues and sarcastic handsome charming space-travelling rogues (hi, Han Solo...) and handsome charming sarcastic adventurers (hey, Indiana Jones...) and ninja and pirates and zombies and possessed books and colors and monochrome and cyberpunk.

The Admiral's stories are here:

Silver Hill Academy (not the most original title, I'll admit): Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl. Unbeknownst to him, girl has fallen in love with boy... and they've become friends. It's a bit of a necessity when you're at a very small boarding school for 'special' children. Neither of them figure the whole 'hey, maybe he/she likes me too' thing out, but their best friends decide to get them together in order to make things 'STOP BEING SO GODDAMN AWKWARD', as one of them lovingly puts it. Of course, when these best friends are a misanthropic shapeshifter and a slightly psychopathic ninja, the courtship will be... unorthodox.

While this lovely farce of a romance is going on, the psychopathic ninja's twin is trying to prevent a full-scale rebellion against the new headmistress (being the one and only voice of reason in their residence hall); girl's plans for glorious anarchic revolution are foiled and ninja's plans for assassination are explicitly forbidden (under pain of 'I'll-tell-the-whole-school-you-wet-the-bed-until-you-were-eleven'). The teachers are trying to passively resist the actual 'enforcing of rules' bit, and the teacher of the previously mentioned students (as well as a few more) is seething because of the new policy of cooperation between departments. (And I quote: 'I am five hundred and ninety eight years old and I most certainly do NOT need someone a fraction of my age to tell me how to do my job!' This line of reasoning is helped slightly by the fact that he could eat people if he so chose.)

It's a bit of a work in progress, but I'm fond of it.