#i don't think i've ever cried over an oc... i don't have many and they are quite sane

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Pretty like the sun

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a/n the follow up chapter AND This is pretty like the wind series spin offs. This can be read as standalone all you need to know is that Azriel has two adoptive kids with OC - Zofie and Axel. Future stories related to them might include stories specifically decided to Azriel hence why I am taging it as Azriel story too. Don't come at me please. ✨

warning: none? A bit of fighting, blood.

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Zofie's pov:

She had been beaming all morning. Not only had it been the best sleep of her life, but there was something so surreal about waking up in the arms of a man you had the biggest crush on. There was a moment when Zofie was sure that it was her sleepy brain playing a trick on her. That Nyx wasn't there with her. They weren't actually in the same situation. Limbs tangled. But Nyx's arms, which had quite a firm hold on her hips, felt all too real. His breathing did, too. So did his messy hair and slightly pouty lips.

How did one look so adorable in their sleep? Mother, he would be a frowning mess if she called him cute. But he was, and Zofie had to try really hard to suppress the giddy excitement that bubbled in her chest. Nuzzling back into the crook of Nyx's neck, she breathed in his scent. Feeling her body melt into it. Oh, how she missed him when he was away. How oddly lonely she felt. Truth be told, Zofie didn't have many friends. A couple of younger priestesses that Gwyn was teaching, yes, but they practically never talked. So... not friends. But Nyx had always been so keen on getting her attention. She was weary of him at first. He was the most talkative kid she had ever seen. But then Zofie only had a handful of traumatized sanctuary toddlers to compare him to. His bubbly side chipped away with the years, though. More often than not, the smile that was plastered on Nyx's face was nowhere near the smile he used to give her when they were younger.

"You're the cuddliest person I've come across in my entire life," Nyx grumbled, opening one eye to look at her. "So, if I pulled away now..." Zofie muttered, but Nyx's grip on her tightened immediately, "Don't you even think about it?" His morning voice was raspy and, oh, so delicious. "Got you," Zofie breathed out, shaking her head. He never denied her touch. She could watch him roll his eyes at Feyre kissing his cheek, but the next minute he would be right next to Zofie, his fingers subtly reaching for her as their palms brushed against one another.

"Do you think if I don't open my eyes, we can pretend that we don't have to go back?" Nyx muttered, and Zofie could sense the dread in his tone. "Your mom probably misses you a lot," she said softly. "Cause Ma always cries when Axel comes home, so I'm sure the high lady would..." "Don't." Nyx's whole body stiffened. Zofie frowned as specks of red fell onto the sheets. He was mad. Or frustrated, at least. "Did something happen?" Her voice grew weary, and Nyx's face grew ashamed. Hands pulling the girl back to his chest, "Promise it's nothing; I'm sorry, just tired," he breathed out. She didn't say anything after that. Letting the silence stretch over them both.

"My... The high lords are hosting a ball", and Nyx sounded as if this was the most dreadful thing he had to make himself think about once again. Zofie quickly cut in, "You don't want to go?". Nyx huffed, "Something like that." She never really understood if the high lords of the night court enjoyed the festivities themselves. Rhys, Nyx's dad, was a charmer, always quick to tell a joke. His grin never failed at balls and parties. But Zofie had caught him once. Head in hands. Messy hair. Wrinkled shirt. It was such a difference compared to that beaming smile she had seen on her high lord's face only moments ago. "Well, Axel and I will probably be there if our parents are going," Zofie breathed out, hoping to ease some of the tension, but Nyx simply shook his head. "I have a feeling it's the lordship shit," the heir growled before explaining even further, "Preppy parents in desperate need to marry off their children to form bonds between courts."

And here it was. This was the thing Nyx hated with a burning passion. All he wanted was to be normal. A young man still so full of life not some crystal gem for everyone to drool over. He cringed and frowned at all the titles people threw his way. And Zofie... Zofie hated every single female who felt entitled to come and touch him, pull at his hands, and rub at him like cats in heat. "Oh, Nyx," she breathed, her fingers carefully brushing through his hair. His fingers grazed her wrist tenderly. "Everyone is making such a big fuss over it too," he admitted as Zofie nodded in agreement. No wonder he was stressed. Especially if he was also to be left alone. Only with nobility to keep him company all night long.

"Bitch your way through it," Zofie muttered, and Nyx let out the most genuine chuckles she had heard in a while. But it had also died down as quickly as it started, "Will you tell me why you were by the river last night?" Zofie knew this was coming. Nyx had a hard time letting go of the topics he wanted to discuss. And he had been more than clear that he was going to get the answer out of her about this. So fighting this...

"I have a sister," Zofie breathed, her eyes falling to the crisp white sheets on the bed. Nyx shifted slightly, his hand dipping beneath the blanket to run soothingly up her thigh, "I hear a sad note in that," he muttered. And Zofie hated that. She hated that she was still upset over something she genuinely wanted. She didn't care much about having to share her parents' attention for a while. It was everything else that ticked her off. "She's perfect", Zofie let out a deep sigh, "Has wings, no flaws. She's perfectly Azriel's". Her voice died down, overpowered by the growl Nyx had let out. "Has that asshole?", "No, no, I just... it's me," Zofie shook her head, "I felt... irrelevant.".

The room fell silent. She watched as Nyx blinked a couple of times, letting her words sink in, "Don't you talk shit like that about yourself?" His voice had an edge to it. A powerful force. "But it's true; I'm Illyrian but have no wings," Zofie muttered, turning to play with her fingers instead. Admitting her fears and insecurities felt humiliating almost. "I'll always be your wings," Nyx's much bigger palm cupped hers, giving it a little squeeze. "What have I done to deserve you, huh?" Zofie chuckled slightly, hoping to mask the sting in her eyes. Nyx crooked his head to the side. Watching her for a moment, "You didn't have to do anything. I'm the one who's lucky that you were born.".

Nyx's pov:

They had laughed through the whole flight back to the city. And the closer they got, the more Nyx dreaded it. He didn't care much about the shit he was going to get from Rhys. But it's the letting go part that pressed against his chest. He knew, for a fact, that if not tonight, then by the next morning they would be ushered back into the camps up the mountain. Yes, he was happy to learn and to earn a rank, but leaving her here felt like a dreadful task. Not to mention that they weren't allowed to write letters while they were up there. Not to mention that Nyx had a whole box of letters he had written for Zofie. Ones he had written while up there. Ones that no one would ever see.

Zofie had asked him to drop her off at the edge of the forest near the house. "Better if you don't just walk in. You know my dad," she said. However, Nyx felt it the minute Zofie's legs hit the snow beneath her. He had barely let go of her when the claws of darkness pulled him back, nearly sending him to his feet. But he expected this. Escaping the spymaster under the protection of his father's wards was one thing. The moment they were on the perimeter of Velaris, well, let's say that was Azriel's hunting territory. And that male always hunted as if he were starving.

Nyx had seen Azriel pissed more than once, but the frown on his face this time was unmatched. And accompanied by the dark circles beneath his eyes. Yeah, he looked as if he was out for blood. "You forgot yours, young man," the spymaster said through gritted teeth as his shadows roped around the princeling's ankles and wrists.

"Dad, that's enough." Zofie stomped through the thick snow, trying to get in between the two of them. Nyx wished she wasn't there. He hated it when she was there to witness their snarls. "You lost all sense of fun, uncle," Nyx said mockingly. His own hands grew dark, seizing the spymaster's dark, as cold gloominess chased all of Azriel's shadows away. "You had no right to take her like that," Azliel bit back; his wings were arched in a warning, but Nyx didn't skip a beat, doing just the same.

"No one took me," Zofie growled with a huff. And it was the way Azriel had turned back to look down at her that broke the last sense of logic within Nyx. It was the way his big frame looked toward her when Azriel snared, "I wasn't speaking to you, young lady," that undid Nyx. "Why?", he asked bitterly, "Because you forgot that she existed? The new child has already taken too much of your time?". It felt as if the whole world had stopped. Even the snowflakes seemed to have seized in their fall. "Nyx..." he said, meeting Zofie's pleading eyes. Saw her shaking her head in disapproval. But he was truly seeing red. No one had a right to make her. Make his sunshine feel small.

"What did you just say?" Azriel frowned, slightly taken back, but his demeanor was still predatory. The princeling only growled back at the shadowsinger. "Nyx for fuck sake," Zofie pleaded, panic raising to her features as she moved closer to her dad in hopes of putting distance between them. But it was for nothing when Nyx muttered, "You heard me loud and clear, spymaster." Nyx managed to spare Zofie one look. One look before his vision was interrupted by black dots as his head was wiped to the side from the impact. Zofie's shriek pierced the silence, rippling over every surface.

Nyx knew that, in a way, he deserved it, so it didn't surprise him. He had been messing with the habitat of fae males. One who had just become a father. One who's instinct to protect was on such high alert. But he had to. Had to stand up for her. "Papa, please," Zofie pleaded. Nyx wiped the warm liquid trickling down the side of his lip. Oh, he was not going to go down without a fight. "Please, let's just go home. Please, I'm sorry". Her tiny hands were grasping at Azriel's hands, trying to pull him back. "Don't you apologize for him," Nyx snarled, but Zofie's firey eyes met his as she muttered, "Shut up." Only now did Nyx notice the tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. Only now did he see the quiver in her chin.

"Zof," Nyx breathed out, but the girl had simply turned her back on him. "Come on, papa, please," she pleaded once more, and this time it was enough to get Azriel's attention. His chest was still heavy as he breathed through his anger. "If I ever catch you doing anything like this," Azriel snarled, stepping forward to look at Nyx, but Zofie pushed back, putting all of her weight against her dad. "Consider yourself fucking lucky." Azriel flapped his wings a couple of times before reaching for Zofie's hand, tugging her alongside him as the shadows swallowed them both.

Your pov:

Quite frankly, you knew something was wrong from the moment you looked up to see Zofie's pale face when Novie was born. And deep down, you knew that this insecurity that was quite clearly blooming right in front of you was inevitable. You just didn't know it would take a turn like that. Zofie had always been good about voicing her discomfort, and you had always encouraged her to speak her mind, but it seemed as if your love had been lost in the shuffle of it all.

You knocked on her bedroom door gently. It's been a couple of hours since she and Azriel got back home. Your mate, mostly thanks to his lack of sleep, assumed that you both hadn't noticed your girl not being home and, and then hadn't felt them coming home. It was the stench of anger that was dripping from Azriel that was enough to let you know that a fight must have happened. And this sort of frustration as of lately was only brought on by one person.

Without getting an answer, you just let yourself in after a while. Zofie was curled up in a ball, and the blanket Azriel had knitted for her was tightly wrapped around her. That fact must have slipped her mind, considering the fight the two have been in. Sitting down on the very edge, you let your fingers gently brush through Zofie's dark waves.

"Sweetness, why don't you eat up? It's lunchtime", you said gently, nodding towards the plate of warm food you had brought up for her. She simply shook her head, turning away from your touch. A sharp ache pierced your heart. If your children were hurting, so were you. You climbed into the bed, nudging her slightly as you moved to wrap your arms around the girl. Let her be the little spoon.

Zofie laid as still as a statue for a moment before her arms snaked around yours. "Now he will never love me again," Zofie's voice was barely a whisper, but you still managed to hear her perfectly well. "Who, baby?" you asked, running your fingers up and down her arm. She stilled for a moment before looking up to catch your gaze and saying, "Papa." A breath hitched in your throat. "Lovie," you muttered.

Zofie quickly shuffled, sitting up. "First, I don't have wings; now he thinks I'm sneaking behind his back with Nyx," she blurted out in a rush, "And I'm not, I promise." She caught your arm, shaking it slightly. You cupped her face softly and said, "There is nothing wrong with you falling in love." Her face scrunched up so hard that you almost had to laugh. "I'm not in love. I'm not", she stated. "Okay, okay," you muttered, tapping her cheek playfully.

"And Azriel loves you, Zo." Your tone was much firmer now. You understood the fears. Mother, even you still had them. Wondering why? Why had Azriel chosen you, and what did he see in you? So for a teenager to have emotions like that, "He had loved you from the moment he saw you," you added.

Zofie bit her lip as if contemplating her next words for a moment, "But his yellow is fading", she admitted. Her colors. She found comfort in them, but good things usually come with baggage. Understanding the amount of emotion there was still a hard task. "That doesn't mean he stopped loving you. Maybe the color is evolving. Shifting into something different", you said softly. You made a mental note to ask her tutor to find her a book about the colors of emotions to read. Well, one that she hadn't already devoured.

"Hate," those silent words, made your mind halt. You shook your head. "Love has different forms; you'll learn that along the way," You reached up to carefully take her necklace between your fingers. "Papa is on edge right now because a lot of things are changing. He's sensitive because he's lost so much already. Losing all of us would break him without repair." It felt like a lot to unload on her, but she had to see that Azriel's love hadn't just faltered or disappeared because of Novie. Thinking like wings, no wings, scars on no, even the blood bond didn't matter to Azriel. Zofie pinched her eyebrows. "Is he home?", she breathed, "I need to...", "He's out on his broody walk, but I'm sure he'll be back soon," you said softly, reaching for the plate and handing it to her. She was desperate to make sure that she had at least some food in her stomach.

Nyx pov:

He had lost track of how long he had been flying. Nor did he know where he was going, but regardless of his endless attempts to escape it, Nyx knew that he would have to go home eventually. A part of him hoped that Rhys wouldn't have been able to sniff this one out, but then Nyx had lost track of his uncle fairly early on. So Azriel could have already been stomping his foot in his father's office.

"Purple truly suits you." As if on cue, Rhys's voice rang out. He was seated in front of a fireplace. A drink in hand. His usual black button-up shirt hugged his skin. Nyx didn't hate his father. He hated the high-lord aspect of him. Yes, he was different from most. Mother, spare anyone from a father like Beron, but... he still valued his position a bit too much at times. Nyx simply shook his head, shifting to move toward the back patio, but his father's voice stopped him, "I don't remember letting you walk away.".

Nyx let out a bitter chuckle, "Oh, so now I am to obey you too, like a servant?" It was bitter; he knew it. But Nyx just wasn't in the mood—wasn't in the mood to deal with any of this right now. "You're my son," Rhys stated firmly, his purple eyes gleaming. "Doesn't that just suit your story?" Nyx barked back, matching his father's glare. "Nyx," Rhys said in a warning tone, but the princeling was already walking. "I'll be with Mom," he breathed over his shoulder.

The wind that hit his face as he stepped outside soothed his heated cheeks. He always loved the walk towards his mother's gallery. It had always been his favorite time of the day when the two of them would go there. Gods, did he need to clear his head. Anything. Everything. All he could think of was her. Yet... two hands clasped his shoulders, making Nyx quickly spin back, putting whoever was behind him in a chokehold.

"Well, dang, you're on edge, my man," a familiar voice rasped out, and Nyx instantly let go, pushing the figure forward. "What the hell are you doing here?", he whispered. Axel simply smirked before shrugging, even if his eyes lingered on the library door for a bit too long. "I came to see how my dad painted your face," Axel chuckled, "Pretty." Nyx simply flipped his friends off and said, "Fuck off." Yet the corners of his lips did twitch slightly. Axel always had that effect on him. It was hard to not smile around him.

"She's okay," Axel muttered, making Nyx's eyes snap up at him. Yet he refused to give in to it. "I don't care," he said simply. Axel raised one eyebrow at his friend, tilting his head to the side, and, "Right, so you wouldn't care if I told you that mom got her to eat, and she's much calmer now." Nyx's shoulders eased a bit. Eased almost immediately. A calmness like no other washed over him as he nodded in agreement.

"She asked about you." Now these words struck a chord with Nyx, and his big eyes were instantly searching for Axel. "Did she?", Nyx breathed out desperately. Axel simply chuckled, slowly shaking his head, "No, but I love proving a point." Nyx let out a growl, "I'm so kicking your ass on the sparring mat." But he couldn't help but smile now. Because Axel knew him. And in a way, this was his silent way of approving. Or at least not stepping between him and Zofie.

But Axel's eyes lingered behind his friend, and Nyx's eyes instantly followed suit. Only he caught sight of white robes slipping back inside the library. Nyx instantly turned back to face Axel. "What was that?", he questioned. Axel blinked a couple of times, "What was what?". Oh, but Nyx wasn't stupid. "That look," he muttered, motioning his hand towards Axel's face, "Are you fucking a prestress?" Axel frowned at the question instantly, his eyes finally moving to gaze at his friend, "What the hell, man, wash your mouth." Nyx chuckled slightly, but he knew deep down that the moment they were going to be better on the camp walls, he was going to get his answers one by one. Now all he needed was his sun. His Sunny and for some reason risking a black eye didn't seem that big of a sacrifice.

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[skyfallscotland]

A year ago today, I posted the first chapter on AO3 of a story called Fury.

A few months before that, I'd picked up A Court of Thorns & Roses. It was the first original work I'd read in years and when I finished Silver Flames a week later, I turned back to AO3, desperate to read more about these characters I'd fallen in love with. I couldn't find what I wanted. Feysand fic was all well and good, but there wasn't much of that, and Azriel didn't appeal to me, which ruled out...well, most of the archive.

Original character fic gets a bad rap and that's mostly because OC fic can often be an author's first foray into fandom and writing in general, making the quality hit and miss, but that's what I really wanted in the end—I wanted to read about other characters in this world and I wanted to flesh out the world itself. I had questions about Windhaven, about siphons and magic and all the things that had been mentioned and glossed over. I couldn't find fic that answered those questions. So I wrote one.

I'd written before, basically my whole life, but never finished anything. This time though, it was like something clicked in my brain. I wasn't back on Tumblr yet and I had no one to talk to about it, but I wrote and wrote and wrote. I'd been writing for months, in secret, not telling a single soul. I'd completely written both Fury and Siren, the second in the series, before ever posting a word of it.

I almost didn't write it, really. Almost didn't post it. I figured no one was going to read it with the way people look down on original character fic. But I felt compelled to write their stories, so I did—night after night. I actually think they might be the best stories I've ever written. The statistics don't reflect that, but I didn't have a storyline to follow, a framework to back me up, like I did later with Remi's Version, just a world and some characters and I'm very proud of them.

Remi's Version came after. I'd started writing it by September, but didn't start posting it until late October (that anniversary is next week) and I almost didn't write that either, because I thought maybe it was too much, too self-indulgent, too unbalanced. It's funny to think now, that I almost never wrote her at all.

I don't know why I'm writing this essay. Maybe just because it feels...some kind of way, you know? It's been a year, but that year felt like a decade, and it's been hard. Picking up ACOTAR was an act of self-preservation when I was at my lowest and Fury and Siren and everything that came after pulled me from somewhere I never want to be again.

It's been a year. My word count on AO3 is now 1,088,097. (That's like, twelve novels!). I've published 11 works. I've written a lot, I've laughed and cried and made friends with so many of you. I'm alive.

I guess I just wanted to say thanks, and to mark the milestone somehow because it feels like I've lived ten lives since October 17th, and in all of them, this was the high point. Happy Birthday, Tessa 🖤

[kartaylirnaak]

Fic Writer 20 Questions

Thanks for the tag @medic-6116

Rules: In a new post, paste these following questions with your own answers, and then tag somebody, just for fun!

1.) How many works do you have on ao3?

At the moment it's 11.

2.) What’s your ao3 word count?

29,647

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

Star Wars, specifically The Clone Wars.

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

The Lingerie Approval Board — Codywan, Obi-Wan/212th, Obi-Wan/Ghost Company, Smut, Chat fic, slightly cracky

9. Praise Kink (Fox/Dogma) — Smut, Kinktober 2024, Dom Fox, sub Dogma, Dogma is The Goodest Boy

5. Fisting (Bacara/Fox/Neyo/Wolffe) — Smut, Kinktober 2024, Trans Fox, Poly clones

3. Vibrator (Dogma/Hardcase/Tup) — Smut, Kinktober 2024, Poly clones, Dogma is a Good Boy

17. Fucking Machine and Gags (Cody/Rex) — Smut, Kinktober 2024, sub bottom Cody, Dom Rex, Clone Rebellion

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Getting a comment on a fic is so special and is often the highlight of my day. The lack of people that comment is so disheartening so if someone does go to the effort of commenting, then I'm definitely going to go to the effort of replying and thanking them for reading and commenting. Plus I like to hear about what they enjoyed and love seeing peoples feral reactions to the smut I've written >:3

6.) What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Nothing yet and likely never will. Not a fan of angst. The most I can do is light angst with a happy ending.

7.) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics don't really have an ending per say, as the fics in my Kinktober 2024 series are more like moments in a larger scene, rather than whole complete fics. The only fic that really has a more concrete ending is The Lingerie Approval Board, and that's a fairly happy ending, particularly for Obi-Wan.

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

Not that I've seen but if I do, that shit is getting blocked and reported.

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Hell yeah! Very kinky smut >:3

10.) Do you write cross overs? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No. Don't do that shit.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet.

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I haven't cowritten a fic with someone that we've then posted on AO3 but I have certainly rambled on and bounced ideas off others in discord servers.

14.) What’s your all time favourite ship?

How am I supposed to chose?! *cries in multishipper* My OTP is probably Jessix, followed closely by Codex and Foxma.

15.) What’s a WIP you’d like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I've got a bunch of WIPs for other prompts from Kinktober 2024 that I really want to finish but I'm really not sure if those will ever happen. I'd love to do a whole fic and more about Match, my 212th ARC OC that I cover in more detail in an answer to this ask, but as I mention in that post, I'm not sure I'll ever be able to do that justice either.

16.) What are your writing strengths?

Not really sure what to put here. Does being detailed count? Though that's also a weakness. I do really like getting into the emotions of smut and the trust and vulnerability that is essential to kink and bdsm working. The safety that finally allows a character to let go and get the release they need.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

Rambling on far too much and going into far too much detail. Being unable to finish things. Planning too much and then not being able to write the actual fic because my brain thinks it's already written the damn fic.

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I enjoy a liberal smattering of Mando'a in my fics but I usually stick to one or two words in dialogue. Anymore than that and I find it difficult to read and understand.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

Star Wars. I only started writing fic fairly recently.

20.) Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

I'm not sure I have an outright favourite. I'm fond of various different ones for various different reasons. I'm quite fond of 13. Dom/Sub (Fox/Dogma) as it gets into some of the things I was talking about in my answer to question 16.

No Pressure Tags (NPTs): I never know who to tag in these things, mainly because I'm worried about tagging someone who's already been tagged by other people. So if you see this, consider yourself tagged! Especially if you write kinky smut.

[alicemitch09writes]

I just finished (un)loving miya atsumu and wow what a ride. I'm normally a silent reader, who gives likes maybe reblogs on fan fiction, but I want to give my appreciation and love to the author!!

I just want to thank you for writing this fic, and that I cried a lot and my heart aches and my headaches and I don't know what to do with my life now. I just happen to see this fic on a post on fic recommendations of miya atsumu and thank god I read it. While I was reading it, I had high hopes that atsumu and oc will get through it and be together at the end but, I was wrong at first I was like "I don't agree with this ending they should've had a second chance". Because as a hopless romantic, who always has consumed too many "love conquers all" type of media, it kinda of a slap to the face because in real-life, it doesn't always work that way. And that I think that if we had an ending where oc and atsumu get together, I think atsumu wouldn't be facing the consequences of his actions.

The fact that he wouldn't even give her a chance to explain herself properly, that she didn't sabotage his attempt to confess to his first love/crush. I mean they were young and like I mean I get it we were teenagers once, awkward, don't know how to handle emotions really well. But, the oc was/is their best friend, they grew-up together basically, and the fact that his immediate thought-process after seeing her letters was that she was sabotaging him, that she was capable of doing that to him, one of the people closes to her heart. During that part, my heart-ached for the OC. The feeling of betrayal, confusion, heart-ache, humiliation that she must have felt when he was reading her letters, where she wrote a very vulnerable piece of her heart on, to the team and when he ignored her for a year. I mean, it's a sad and traumatic experience to have someone, close to you, treat you like that and that he thought that you were capable of doing that to him. If it were me, I would be thinking, "Do you really think that I am capable of doing that to you?" "Was I a bad-friend to you" "Did my friendship with you, over the years, not show my sincerity, love and loyalty for you?"...I understand her stance in moving forward and as she should, I have yet to read the suna fic but, I think reading one angsty fanfic was enough for today. But, I did read forever person epiphanies, which made me cry more, but t'was great. I loved that the oc moved forward, got married, had children,... I loved that she got her happy ending.

On another note, I like the depiction of growing-up, that everything won't stay the same, letting go, that everything is futile and ephemeral, and that you should enjoy your youth and not waste it. I loved the quote that the oc said, "We can't always be ruled by our past after all. How else are we going to move forward?" that will be forever embedded in my mind along the "We don't need memories". And that we should cherish the people around you, that you should appreciate them and that don't be a scrub like Atsumu was in this universe JSAJSJ, I wish him well, and I hope he will find someone special too. Or not. BUHAHUSDkKk

Anyways, this is one of fics that I will be thinking about for a long time. And I wanna say thank you again for writing it and sharing it, even though the price of reading it was my sanity. AND LIKE OMG YOU'RE FILIPINA, I LOVE IT MY FELLOW KABABAYAN. Throughout this fic, I couldn't stop thinking about the song "IF EVER YOU'RE IN MY ARMS AGAIN, THIS TIME I'LL LOVE YOU MUCH BETTER"…!! I'm sorry if this rant was too long, I just really have a lot to say.

I'm goingto return to the fluff corner of Tumblr. Thank you and Goodbye!

thank you, thank you, thank you very much for the read, sweetpea~

probably my favorite process of writing it was reminding myself over and over of the setting and the characters involved were teens. there was a myriad of emotions I've gotten since posting the fic years ago (wow, it's old lol) and though some were good and bad, it still did its job of making people feel things. because again, we were all teens once and we all wished life went the way we wanted it to. sadly, it never will.

even though i've already set on the ending and many didn't like it (at least in tumblr, my ao3 readers were fine with the ending), I wanted to stand my ground and give an ending /I/ wanted to share and remind everyone that you don't always need to be together romantically to be happy. sometimes, you just need closure.

(unrelated, but i'm listen to the natlan live symphony writing this, so I got a boost but it feels like I'm prepping for battle hahahaha)

[roseofithaca]

Last Days

(Some entries from my oc Silver's "Book of Shadows" / diary, leading up to her death. The photo is of my actual doggo who passed away eight years ago. 🥺🥹).

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24th June 2003

Confidence Spell

In a cleansed space, dress a small orange candle with oil and coat with mixed herbs, most notably rosemary, chamomile and lavender. State your intention before lighting the match. Sit and watch in a comfortable position while visualising the light glowing within yourself.

I did it.

I told them.

The spell worked, it gave me the courage to stand in front of them and finally come out. In hindsight I should have remembered to cast a ward of protection around myself for the aftermath. But Derek at the shop told me that focusing too much on protection magic can actually attract harmful energies. And, to be honest, a part of me wanted the drama. I wanted my family to give a shit, even if it was thrown in my face. Wow, gross imagery there, Silver.

I suppose it went better then some. Reading posts on some gay and lesbian forums, some folks have it a lot worse, especially over in America. This one girl's dad was a pastor (I think that's like a Vicar? We only ever called them that around my town). When she came out to him, he had her sent to some preachy conversion therapy camp and she ended up having to run away to live with her cousin, now her immediate family act like she's dead. Yikes. I didn't get it that bad.

My sister rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Sure you are. You're totally not just doing this for attention, like the witchy thing." And my brother was cringing like I'd tried to flash him or something. "How do you even know? You've not even had that many boyfriends!" Ugh! What the fuck?! What kind of older brother wants his sister to sleep around more than dudes until she "can be certain"? I've had enough experience as I need, bruv! Think he just feels weird now as I've probably ruined all that lesbian p*rn I know he's into after that time I used the computer after him and he forgot to delete his history.

And Mum? Well.

She cried. She didn't wail or scream or anything but if was kinda like the cry of a little kid who got told they weren't allowed to get some Pik n Mix at Woolies. I asked if she was angry and she just threw her hands up and said she was disappointed I wouldn't "at the least" give her grandkids. Then she stormed outside to smoke with my sister.

I felt so cold and numb afterwards. What did that even mean? How would being gay mean I can't be a mum? We've all watched Friends, we saw Ross' ex Carol be a mum, Susan was his adoptive mum, that could happen to me. Or I could adopt. Fuck, I want to be a mum, someday...way, way, way off. And anyway, she has a grandkid! I'm surprised my brother didn’t pipe up to remind her of that. It was just me and him left in the room and it was awkward as fuck. Bri and I have butted heads but I'm closer with him than Lisa, which is not saying much. Think my confession ruined whatever little sibling bond was there.

Shit, I wish Dad had been there. He'd have been cool with it. He'd have been so proud of me for being brave enough to tell them all and he'd have given me one of his epic bear hugs.

Except that's a lie.

According to Brian, anyway. When I mentioned Dad to him, he scoffed and said "You're joking, right? Dad was homophobic as shit. This the guy who refuses to watch Star Trek TNG because a 'poofta' was the Captain."

That hurt worse than any reaction the others had to my coming out. At first I hoped he was just saying it to get a rise out of me or just to be a dick. But the more I looked back through my hazy memories, I can recall those tiny little bigoted comments which as a kid you just don't care about. Because they didn't matter to me back then. All I cared about was that Dad was fun, that he spoiled me rotten, that he'd take me to McDonalds whenever I asked and to the cinema and Stone Henge.

I needed some air after that. Jess always provided an easy excuse to go for a walk around the fields to clear my head. While she bounded off after squirrels once I let her off lead, I sat under a tree and cried my fucking eyes out. Not for the reactions of those I got, but for the one I would never get.

Those breathing exercises Derek showed me helped a lot. The throbbing in my head died down a little. Chanting the names of the Goddess while I tried to focus on letting go of that useless worry over a dead parent's opinion of me.

It sounds awful but, given how many father-daughter relationships I've seen break down when girls reach their teens, maybe I was lucky to lose my dad as young as I was before he could truly disappoint me.

But either way, I did it. I'm now and out and proud gay (or bi, I'm not 100%, just definitely not straight) witch. Love me or leave me.

So mote it fucking be.

31st October 2003

And the fires shall burn, and the wheel of life shall turn, and the dead come back home on Samhain!

Happy Halloween!

As it's the Wiccan New Year, I guess I should make a resolution? I resolve to start living my damn life.

Ever since I dropped out of college, it's like I've been drifting through life. The few jobs I've had haven't gone anywhere and I just don't know what to do with myself. Actually, no, I fantasise about the life I want all the time.

A cottage in the woods. I wanna wake up and breathe in nature every morning. I want my own garden where I can grow fruit and veg and herbs for my spells. I want to be able to sit and read my fantasy books in the sunshine for hours in peace. Obviously Jess will come with me, I'm pretty much the only one who walks and takes care of her, she's my bestest girl. And I'll adopt three or five more dogs. Maybe a couple of chill cats. It would be so cool if I could tame a fox like that woman who was on This Morning the other days. Foxes are basically cats inside little dog shells, they're so cool. And I want a wife...I think. Part of me would be happy living alone with nature and pets but then I get this niggle of desire for someone to wake up with and appreciate all that beautiful stuff with me every day.

But that life is just not gonna happen unless I find a way to make a shit ton of money to move out of my town and set up somewhere in the West Country or Surrey or Kent etc. For now I'm trapped in this tiny shitty town in the arse-end of Essex with almost no bus routes. Driving lessons have all ended in disaster, fucking dyspraxia I'm blaming you.

Gods, please, if you're going to trap me anywhere for the rest of my existence can it at least be somewhere better than this?!

What few friends I had have all gone off to Uni or abroad. One girl even asked if I wanted to go to Australia with her but the idea of working in a bar gives me chest pains. Plus the spiders! Sorry, little dudes, I love and respect you but I can't help but get the creeps! I keep up with what they're doing on MySpace and MSN but a lot of it depresses me to realise how stagnant my life is. Not only am I trapped but I'm also lonely as shit.

LOL. Jess just rested her head on my knee as I wrote that and gave me the biggest saddest labradoodle eyes. Of course I'm not totally alone, I've got my bestest girl. And my deities. Enough to keep me sane.

Speaking of mental health, gotta remember to make an appointment with my GP about these headaches. Mum blames the incense and reckons I'm dehydrated. Says the woman who smokes like a chimney and needs a glass of wine a day to get through the week.

Doing my Samhain rite later but first gonna take Scarlet out trick or treating. Her little witchy costume is so cute! I know the whole hat and warty nose stereotype is offensive to Wiccan culture but OMG she is adorbubble with her little plastic cauldron! Can't believe she's nearly three, she's growing up so fast. Even if I never get to be the cottage core mum I dream of, I can be the awesome witchy aunt.

11th March 2004

A spell to attract friendship

Cleanse an empty bottle with incense. Fill with pink or white salt to protect from toxic relationships, cloves for friendship, cinnamon for happiness, lavender for calm, rose quartz and amethyst for healthy friendship, sugar for sweetness, a dandelion for loyalty, seal with yellow wax, carry in purse or pocket often - remember you need to leave your room to find those friends you seek.

I might have just discovered something really cool!

We're staying at my great uncle's house in Surrey for a couple of weeks to help him out while he's not well. Uncle Bob's always been a cool old dude, I wish he'd lived closer when I was growing up. Anyway he knows how into the supernatural I am and started telling me legends of this really old house literally just a twenty minute walk from where we're staying.

And when I say old I mean OLD. Like Henry VIII old, if not before that! He even has this book telling the history of it. Apparently the rich lady who lives there used to host tours but she's getting too old to do it now and has mostly become a recluse. There's all sorts of shit that went down in that house, some Tory prick who died in a sex scandal, ROFL, it was used for all sorts of soldier stuff during WWII, a bunch of rich folk whose names I still see dotted around the village lived there. Even before there was a house there were settlements were there were plague outbreaks and witch trials. Actual fucking WITCH TRIALS! I always wanted to visit Salem but screw it I got some history on my doorstep now.

And theres all sorts of ghost stories! Some dude who tried to kill Queen Elizabeth I got his head chopped odd and rumour is his headless body can be seen wandering the grounds. There's this famous 'Grey Lady' ghost who falls out the window screaming in the middle of the night. Some freaky creature like a wannabe Bigfoot roaming the woods.

I gotta go there. Sounds like it's buzzing with untapped magical energy. Just looking at the photo of the building, I feel like it's calling to me.

Honestly one of the coolest bits of history was there was said to be a stone circle which the house now stands on. Don't think I can get myself in there, even if I ask the old posh woman really really nicely. But there should be enough power around the site for me to call to.

Screw it. I'm sick of trying to find my own coven to do shit like this. I did a quick scope of the place while walking Jess and it doesn't look like she has much in the way of security. There's not even that high a fence around the wood. I can jump over that easy enough.

Gotta take the opportunity while I'm here. Uncle Bob might be being moved into residential care so chances of us coming back to this part of the county is slim.

Still got those mushrooms Derek's nephew gave me. Been really hesitant about taking them, I don't like doing drugs more than a little bit of weed and even that ends up making me paranoid and thinking the world hates me.

But he swore that if I wanted to properly see the gods, they were the best tool.

So tonight, I'm gonna sneak out and make my way up there, set up an altar and ground myself. It's gonna be like taking a bubble bath in pure magick! I got all that history and ancient energy as well as the full moon. Helped bake some cakes for Uncle Bob earlier and gonna take a few crumbs of the leftovers as offerings. Pan especially has such a sweet tooth.

This is the night I'm gonna take my life into my hands and summon everything I want. Love, friendship, freedom, excitement....oh and mustn't forget healing for these stupid migraines.

Jess keeps staring at me from the foot of my bed, whimpering for attention. Maybe she wants to play fetch. Maybe she wants to come with me. Should I take her? Hekate likes dogs so she might appreciate her there. And I am going into the dark woods all on my own. A lot of scary stuff has happened to young girls and women on the news lately. But they were children, I'm twenty next year! If I take Jess with me and she starts barking, it might wake the Button lady or her neighbours.

No, babygirl, best you stay here. It's gonna be boring for you watching me do my ritual high as a kite while I tie you to a tree. Once I'm back I'll sneak you up some chicken from the fridge.

It can be our little secret. ;) and I'll do a spell to make sure my best girl has plenty more years of treats and belly rubs to come.

So mote it fucking be.

[aylacavebear]

Stockroom Antics - Chapter 21

Maria had changed jobs numerous times over the last five years, more to keep herself safe than anything else. Her mother had told her she was a fairy but she thought it was just her mom being weird. Honestly, though, she had no other way of explaining what had happened to her that stormy day before she'd gone into a coma for two weeks.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 2688

Pairing eventually Dean Winchester x OC

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Demon Deals, and Prior mention of the show's history of its darker encounters.

A/N: This one's written a little differently than my last one. Let me know what you think. It's the first time I've tried this type of writing. Chapters will alternate viewpoints as well. I also looked into an actual area so this one could feel more realistic. This one is taking on a life of it's own in a turn I hadn't anticipated, so adding a new tag.

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You’d almost finished the list of items when Bubbles took off into the war room, causing your gaze to follow. All you could do was glare at Dean, feeling the anger and jealousy again.

Why the hell are those two so buddy-buddy? You thought to yourself.

You tried to go back to the list, but your focus was gone. Something about how Bubbles seemed to be with Dean made you angry, and it had started the day before. For a moment, you glanced over at the papers that Bubbles had been writing on. She wasn’t bad and seemed to pick it up quickly. Your curiosity quickly got the better of you, so you went to see what was going on in the kitchen.

“Huh, she didn’t seem mad last night,” Sam said, a little puzzled, but Bubbles nodded, “At least the dragon understands English.”

“Her name is Bubbles,” you told them in a low, annoyed tone, crossing your arms.

After grabbing a cup of coffee and their greetings, you returned to the library and your list. You’d been attempting to remember the things you needed for some of your favorite dessert recipes and were still doing so when the brothers and Bubbles joined you.

You refused to look up at them, at least at first, and Dean’s happy mood only seemed to annoy you further. Hearing Dean sound like he was trying not to laugh made you shift only your eyes so you could glare at him. When Dean lost it laughing, it pushed you past your point of control, shifting your focus from Dean to Sam. 

“Is she talking to you too?” you practically demand from Sam.

Sam put his hands up in surrender, “Nope. Bubbles doesn’t talk to me,” he quickly answered, then sipped his coffee.

It was bad enough that Dean told you not to be mad. Then, to have Bubbles bring you over a piece of paper with the word “stubborn” written on it pushed you far over the edge. You crumpled up the paper and went to your room, doing your best not to slam the door behind you.

Then, you plopped onto your bed, facefirst into your pillow, and cried. Everything hit you all at once. You felt like you’d lost everyone you’d ever cared about having to stay at the bunker. You hadn’t been able to talk to them, knowing they would have asked far too many questions that you couldn’t answer. That feeling of loneliness also hit you. It wasn’t so bad when you were at your home, but you’d felt it ten-fold here. It had only gotten worse when Bubbles seemed to talk more to Dean than to you.

After your accident, you had spent the first two years coming to terms with the fact that you’d probably be alone the rest of your life. Now, finding out you were a Pari and supposedly had a soulmate, it all hurt that much more. With Bubbles coming to you and with what Astaria had said about you already having recently met him, more tears fell. You were too afraid to give in to letting either of the brothers touch your skin, and you hoped you’d never see the King of Hell again. 

What if it was Sam, but you were attracted to Dean? What if it was Dean, but he didn’t see you that way or even like you in that way? What if it was the King of Hell? The last one bothered you more than the other two. That was who the brothers were protecting you from, and what if he was your soulmate?

You weren’t sure how long you bawled into your pillow or when you fell into a dreamless sleep, having cried so much out of your system. It was the angry words reverberating off the walls of the war room that woke you. 

You still felt sleepy, rubbing your eyes a bit as you made your way down the hallway. Hearing Dean sound as angry as he did almost scared you. He was telling someone to get out of the bunker. 

“What’s going on?” you asked, rubbing the last of the sleep out of your eyes, trying to focus on the scene in front of you.

Sam was standing up by the closest library table. Dean was in the archway between the war room and the library, and he looked pissed. Then there was Bubbles, who was at the top of the couple of steps that led into the hallway where you were standing. She was growling at a red-headed woman who was standing in the war room, about five feet from the bottom step.

“Oh, there’s the little angel,” Rowena cooed, looking over at you.

“Who are you?” you asked, meeting her gaze. The woman didn’t look mean or scary.

“Yes, dear, introductions are in order. Can’t leave it up to the Neanderthals after all,” she said sweetly, “I’m Rowena.”

You didn’t notice how the brothers were watching you as Rowena’s words made your body freeze in fear where you were standing. The fear also flashed in your eyes, but you attempted to control it. The last thing you needed was for that woman to see you as weak.

“Catch,” Sam hollered, tossing a round pouch-looking thing toward you.

Just as you reached out to catch it, Rowena made it catch fire mid-air, smirking, “Those won’t be necessary. I’m not going to hurt the poor darling. She looks terrified,” she said, sounding almost sad for you. Then she looked at the brothers, “You two are the worst hosts, scaring her like you have.”

All of a sudden, you were no longer in the bunker, the brothers weren’t there, and neither was Bubbles. You were in what looked like a hotel room, a fancy one at that. You even had to squint a little at the sunlight coming in through the windows.

“There, that’s better. Isn’t it deary,” Rowena told you with that sweet tone she had used earlier. It almost sounded like she cared.

“Where are we?” you asked her, in a mild state of shock.

“Just my hotel room for this week. Get comfy. We have a lot to discuss,” she replied, her Scottish accent coming out with every word. She also seemed excited, or at least you guessed she seemed that way. 

She had gone and sat in a chair on the other side of the living room area of her hotel room. So, you sat down on the couch, a coffee table between the two of you. You were nervous, but at the same time, you were puzzled and confused. When Sam had said that Rowena was Crowley’s mother, this woman was not what you pictured. You had pictured someone who would have seemed evil. This woman had a sweetness to her tone and a softness to her smile when she looked at you and spoke to you.

“I’m not going to hurt you, deary,” she said softly, giving you another friendly smile, pulling you from your thoughts.

Taking a slow, deep breath, you mustered some courage. Since you had no clue where you were, you might as well take advantage of the situation. “What do you want with me?” you asked her, more curious than anything.

For a moment, Rowena didn’t answer, as if she was debating an answer. “I’ve heard of you and your predicament. You know, my son doesn’t want to hurt you. He just wants to help you,” she explained.

You felt your skin crawl, “I don’t want to be indebted to anyone, especially the King of Hell. I’ll figure things out on my own. So, thank you anyway,” you replied, barely keeping your voice from shaking.

You noticed how her smile faded a little. She glanced at a mostly closed door, then took a breath, straightened up a bit, and turned to you with that friendly smile again. “It would only be a small favor. Nothing too big. I am capable of doing the spell to awaken your powers,” she told you. The sweetness in her tone was almost scary.

“What would you want?” you eventually asked her, your curiosity getting the better of you.

She smiled, almost gleefully, “Just a small vile of your blood.”

Your brow furrowed at her response. You’d expected something more. It seemed like she wasn’t asking you for anything at all, having no clue just how dangerous what she was asking was. “Would you give me some time to think about it?” you asked, more curious than before.

“But of course. I wouldn’t want you to rush into a decision. Now, would you like some tea?” she asked you, making a cup of tea appear on the coffee table for you and one in her hand for herself.

“Uh… sure,” you answered, still confused.

Once the cup of tea was in your hand, you used your powers to test to make sure it wasn’t drugged. To your surprise, it wasn’t. The way the brothers had seemed, Rowena was evil and someone to be wary of, but that wasn’t how she was behaving. At least, that was what you thought.

“So, what did those two overgrown children tell you about me?” Rowena asked you, and you almost laughed a little at how she described them.

“They didn’t tell me much. Just that you were the King of Hell’s mother and a powerful witch,” you answered, sipping the tea, which was surprisingly good.

She rolled her eyes, “Of course, they’d only tell you that,” she scoffed and sounded hurt, then set her tea on the table next to her chair. “They clearly left out all the times I helped them when they needed it.” Rowena then seemed to get upset, which surprised you, “They put me in chains numerous times, even though I’d said I’d help them,” she sniffled.

Your brow furrowed again, confused, “You’re not what I pictured, and I’m sorry that happened to you. Why would they do that?” you asked, your mind racing with very conflicting information about the brothers and Rowena now.

Rowena wiped a tear that had slipped from her eye, “They are hunters, and I am a witch, so why would they trust me to keep my word?” she replied, sounding so hurt by the ordeal that she’d been through.

“They hunt witches too?” you asked, feeling bad for her and now questioning the kind of people the brothers were.

“Well, yes, deary. They hunt all the supernatural, and witches fall into that category because we can do magic,” she explained, giving you a sad smile.

Too many questions went through your mind. Had you been wrong to think you could trust the brothers, wrong to fear the King of Hell, wrong to be scared of Rowena? She smiled, but you missed it as you looked down at the tea in your cup, lost in your thoughts at the moment.

“You know, they’re wrong about my son too. He doesn’t want to hurt you,” she explained softly.

You quickly looked up at her, fear in your eyes for a moment, “I know. He just wants to use me,” you told her, attempting to sound confident, but it didn’t come out as strongly as you wanted.

Rowena looked at you sympathetically, “Oh, sweetie. It’s not like that at all. He just wants to keep you safe, and people tend to end up dead when they rely on those two-” she was cut off as a man stepped into the room.

“Now mother, moose, and squirrel only do what they think is right. It’s not their fault they are incompetent,” he mused, sitting on the other side of the couch from you, creating himself a cup of tea.

Your breath hitched as you tried not to let them see the fear you felt when Crowley entered the room. You even set your tea down, knowing your hands were shaking too much at that moment. 

“Those boys have terrified this poor girl. Just look at her. Her hands are shaking,” Rowena stated in a worried and concerned tone.

It was almost too much for you. Rowena was being friendly to you, seemed to care about what you were going through, and even trying to comfort you. Then there was the King of Hell, sitting on the other end of the couch from you, and he wasn’t even looking at you. The fear began subsiding the longer the two talked.

“Wel, mother, they’d do anything for each other. Be damned anyone else,” Crowley told her.

You felt like he was almost ignoring you, and that oddly annoyed you, but for now, you just listened to the two of them.

“When Sam died, Dean made a deal, going to hell. Then, he broke the first seal, which inevitably led to the release of Lucifer,” Crowley explained, seeming annoyed. Although, it almost seemed to you that he was worried about you. “Then there were the Leviathans, who hurt and killed a lot of innocent people,” he continued but paused to take a sip of his tea.

“Don’t forget about them not telling me that by removing the Mark of Cain, it would let out the Darkness. Not only did they have me in chains, but they also tricked me,” she added, sounding really sad about the incident.

They continued back and forth, adding many more incidents, and then they brought up all the people that the brothers had known over the years who had died, helping them or relying on them. You were utterly confused now. The sun was beginning to set outside, but you barely noticed. “So… what exactly do demons do?” you found yourself asking, finally looking over at Crowley.

He smiled, and oddly enough, it almost looked kind, “We make deals with humans. Someone wants something, a demon comes and works out the terms. Then, the human has ten years to enjoy what they want,” he explained. His accent was just as thick as his mother's.

“What happens after ten years?” you asked, a bit quieter than before.

“Their soul is taken to hell,” he said plainly, “As per the contract. We never collect early. Always keeping our word.”

You furrowed your brow and looked away from him, sighing a little. You weren’t stupid. He meant that the person was killed after that ten-year mark, and you knew it. Then, you found your thoughts in disagreement. Part of you saw nothing wrong with demon deals, but the other part had a problem with it. 

“Are you hungry, sweetie?” Rowena cooed curiously, pulling you from your thoughts.

That was when you noticed how late it was, “Oh, uh… I should probably get back,” you mumbled, fidgeting with your fingers.

“We won’t hurt you,” she told you again softly, causing you to look up at her.

You couldn’t help but believe her. Neither of them had attempted to touch you the entire time, and they had done nothing other than talk. Even Crowley had stayed on his side of the couch. You were now completely confused about how to feel toward them and toward the brothers.

Before you could say anything, Crowley turned toward you, “Why not go back to the bunker. Get some rest,” he suggested fairly nicely and set a business card on the cushion between the two of you. “That’s my number. Just give me a call if you want to chat.”

When he pulled his hand away from the card, you reached over and gingerly picked it up and stared down at it, “I- I- I don’t know what to say,” you stammered quietly.

“It’s okay, love. Not everything supernatural is evil and out to hurt people,” Crowley told you in what sounded like a kind and caring tone.

“I’d like to go back,” you told them quietly.

You didn’t even have a chance to look up at the two of them before you were standing back in the bunker in the library, still holding onto the card. After shoving it in your pocket, you looked around, wondering where the brothers had gone.

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Fic Writer Asks

🫓 What is your most popular fic?

By sheer stats, it's Catch and Release, though I think part of that is the fact that it's a large fandom (Spider-Man), a popular character (Andrew Garfield's Spidey), and I started posting it right after No Way Home came out

Proportionally (like total hits to kudos/comments), I think Heart in Your Hands is winning right now, it's my newest fic but it's gotten so many unexpected comments and kudos and I'm still reeling about it.

🥘 What category do most of your fics fall under?

Longfics with a lot of action, and a blend of angst and fluff. Even my oneshots have the same blend of angst and fluff, I think, it's most fun for me to include both.

🍛 Have any comments, tags or reactions to one of your fics every made you laugh or cry or both?

I mean, I've nearly cried from getting long, thorough comments on some of my fics, especially the fics that were low on interaction (I got so few comments on A Love Once New that I guarantee I teared up reading some of @can-of-pringles' comments when they read it, just bc I was so utterly starved for feedback and they touched on a lot of things I wanted people to notice)

I did find it funny, one time I got two comments on Catch and Release after I introduced Charybdis - one comment was along the lines of "Noooo don't hurt my girl I'm so scared!" and the other was like "Evil Ophelia's gonna be fun" and just the sheer dichotomy between those two takeaways made me laugh.

🍠 How long does it take you to write one of your fics or a chapter/part?

The actual writing is anywhere from a day to 2 weeks, but my fics end up going months without updating them because 1. I'm trying to balance updates between my different WIPs and I have a lot to get through before it rolls back over to the one I just updated and 2. I either get really busy or just cannot focus enough to write on that particular fic.

Basically I go through months of writing absolutely nothing, then whip out anywhere from 3-8k words in a matter of days and suddenly have a chapter to post.

🍢 Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

Not that I can remember, thankfully. The closest I've gotten were a few of those spammy "AI detected" comments, or an impatient reader getting pissy about waiting for an update, but I don't think I've ever gotten actual hate on my fics.

🍥 What's your favorite fic you've written?

Aw man, you can't do this to me!! I love them all in different ways, and I bounce around between them based on what I'm feeling at the time. I legitimately can't pick a favorite, they all touch on different things I love

🍘 Is there a fic or idea for a fic that you've abandoned?

Hm... I abandoned a Wednesday fic after things came out about PHW and Tim Burton, I wrote two chapters but never posted them and recycled the OC into another fic idea. My first-ever fic also got scrapped, just because I couldn't look at it without cringing and I just couldn't bring myself to continue it. Eventually I'll rewrite it, I think.

Aside from that, I've got a lot of ideas that need to be revamped or adjusted bc they're pretty old, and sometimes I go so long without updating my fics that I'm sure it feels like I've abandoned them, but I do my best not to abandon what I write.

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1) Are you named after anyone? When I went by Zia, I actually had named myself after Zia from Bastion, but misremembered the pronunciation (mine - Zei uh like sigh/ Bastion - Zee uh like bee) But now I just go by Sydney, just pulled from my OC's name sdlkjf

2) When was the last time you cried? Basically anytime I listen to game OSTs 😭 Whether it's really strong orchestrated ones like Monster Hunter, or emotionally charged ones like Undertale (OG + Yellow), and any other Strong music to me sdfkjs (For specific examples, Roar of the Jungle Dragon, UTY Remedy+Retribution, Battle Against a True Hero, ORDER, Bazelgeuse theme(s), Ceadeus & Alatreon MH3U)

3) Do you have kids? Nope, maybe someday, but probably not

4) What sports have you played? I haven't played proper sports in probably a decade or two, outside of gym class genuinely don't think I've played sports since 4th grade But of just physical games, maybe ultimate frisbee back at the end of high school

5) Do you use sarcasm? I like to, but also try not to, since my sarcasm gets pretty negative, even for sarcasm's sake >_>

6) First thing you notice about someone? Not sure.... maybe voice, or

7) Eye color? Hazel! Genuinely could not remember so had to look at my license >_>

8) Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings, there's already enough scary things/bad endings out there

9) Any talents? I'm above average at video games c: And also have an avg. typing speed of 80-100wpm (Typeracer says 120WPM but I feel that's different from casual typing speed I think sdlfkj)

10) Where were you born? Da "Gateway to the West" City™

11) Hobbies? Video games and singing........ and, that's about it

12) Any pets? A pit-lab mix iirc and two cats!!

13) Height? 5'6"-ish, whatever Average height is basically sldkfjsd

14) Favorite school subject? Hmmmmmm it changed a lot for me, but over the years it was Reading, History, and Math I really loved writing, and was always complimented on my essay and other writing skills way back when sdlkfjsd History was a really fun subject, and one of my favorite teachers I ever had did history (and then Science the next two years I ended up having her for) And like the logic and puzzle-solving of math, but I also had the WORST teacher for most of my advanced math-learning years 😩

15) Dream job? Voice acting I think.......... It was a huge childhood dream of mine to get into voice acting, but didn't have many connections or knowledge on how to go about it 😔

(And here's the questions without my answers below them for ones who need copy-paste c:) 1) Are you named after anyone?

2) When was the last time you cried?

3) Do you have kids?

4) What sports have you played?

5) Do you use sarcasm?

6) First thing you notice about someone?

7) Eye color?

8) Scary movies or happy endings?

9) Any talents?

10) Where were you born?

11) Hobbies?

12) Any pets?

13) Height?

14) Favorite school subject?

15) Dream job?

[garden-bug]

ABOUT ME 🐞🦟🐛🪲🐜🪳🦋🪰🦗🐝

I am garden-bug and you can refer to me as such. I love bugs big and small but mostly big (unless I have a microscope handy which I literally don't guys I don't have a microscope). My favourite insects are praying mantids or ants and I have written too many essays that talk about ant symbolism.

I am a literature student and literature analysis is not my degree it is my lifestyle.

I am multi fandom. I will list fandoms I engage with, my takes and my fics below:

Star Wars

OG Trilogy: Amazing incredible

Prequels: Flawed but culturally relevant

Sequels: 💀💀

The Mandalorian: Seasons 1 & 2 changed my life but none as much as season 3 which I was so appalled by that I spent the summer of 2023 rewriting

Ahsoka: 💀💀

Thrawn 1st 2 trilogies: Literally space Sherlock Holmes I love the Thrawn trilogies (haven't read the original yet I know shock horror but idt I'd cope)

Clone Wars: Very cool, Ahsoka my beloved. Darth Maul.

Anything not mentioned I either haven't seen, abhorred, or forgot what happened in.

My other takes:

New Star Wars is kinda… trash??

I do not like Dave Filoni's writing or his mando-verse or whatever he's calling it.

Ezra and Thrawn space adventures forever in our hearts 💔

Thrawn is an anti-villain guys.

Ships:

I wish I could ship Shin x Sabine but I've seen brick walls with more chemistry.

Thranto

DINLUKE!!!

My Fics:

Mandalorian S3 (+ Ahsoka series rewrite):

Force-school crack fic:

One Piece

I am on WATER SEVEN! I love Franky with my whole life and Iceberg is a beautiful man. Finished Dressrosa for Doflamingo and Law and Corazon. I cried. I’m kind of skipping around honestly because I’ve pretty much had everything spoiled I just pick an episode and go.

Ships

Zolu and Lawlu on the aroace spectrum my beloved 💞💞

Not been convinced by Zosan...

FROBIN!!

Oh my god dofuwani

Other takes:

I LOVE OPLA! It stole my heart. OPLA cast my beloved. So good. Amazing. Even my mum loved it.

Yes it’s a little different to the manga/anime and misses some details, but I think it does a brilliant job for what it is, capturing the essence of One Piece and making it more accessible to a wider audience. You would not catch my mum watching the anime that’s all I’m saying.

Crocodad/Crocomom is real idc

The one piece is real

My fics:

This was meant to be a silly genderbend dofuwani fic but it derailed significantly. Now it’s like 30k, Croco’s got a traumatic backstory, Luffy abandonment complex origin story *spoilers: crocomom*, Doffy has some gender realisations, fem dofuwani has taken over my brain like a fungus, it’s also somehow just really really fun to write.

Death Note

I don't interact with this fandom much because my takes are shaped by my AU so I literally relate to nothing. Death Note has be in a constant choke-hold just always like it’s always there in the back of my mind. I think it made me who I am. Uhh help.

Ships:

Not a lawlight shipper. Light was mean and evil and L deserved better 11yr old me was distraught and my feelings have never changed.

L x Lola (OC)

In my AU Near and Mello are raised as siblings so their ship kinda freaks me out.

Idc abt Matt I never even wrote him into my fic (rip).

Mello x Halle my beloved. I love when two bisexuals fall in love.

Other takes:

The manga is better.

The anime deserves a re-adaptation??

Near is my absolute favourite fictional character ever (genuinely do not know why huh) he is so annoying and I adore him.

Mello didn't die what L and Lola saved him.

My Fics:

I wrote this when I was 12 but it is the basis for my AU and deserves all the honorary mentions:

Jujutsu Kaisen

WHAT THE FUCK -

My fics:

Cosy one-shots basically:

Bungou Stray Dogs

Chaos shambled disarray that somehow I enjoy.

Pisses me off but it has its moments.

Ships:

Sokoku is my all time absolute favourite ship ever of all time. Yeah no it still is I just checked.

My fics:

Dazai and Chuuya get hit by a tsunami oh no they have to face their tumultuous feelings for each other (spiral) and accidentally adopt/rescue a small child:

Ninjago

JUMP UP KICK BACK WHIP AORUND AN D SHPIN -

I love Ninjago. Lloyd my beloved. Zane is me fr.

Ships:

Jaya

Zane/Pixal

Kai/Skylor

Llorumi is a NO Harumi is an irredeemable monster and you cannot convince me otherwise. My sweet Lloyd deserves better.

I don't ship any of the ninja with each other ESPECIALLY not with Lloyd the age thing is a mess.

Images used in the ninjago memes are from Pinterest and saved to this board under the ‘I’m gonna make memes’ section: https://pin.it/4rN3gIj

[encyclopika]

Fanfic Q&A!

Thank you for the tags @casdeans-pie and @amynchan!!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

17 fics that I'm fairly proud of <3

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

583,586 words, but not all are mine per se - see #13 below. The real number is probably 100k less.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

My Hero Academia mostly! But I also write for Pokemon/Pokemon Mystery Dungeon on and off. Most of those aren't on AO3 because of age. I do want to start transferring them over, but knowing me, I'll go ahead and completely edit them up. So, that's a time issue.

I *have* written for: Hey Arnold! and Legend of Korra as well.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Missing - 615

Paradise - 366

You Were Missed - 181

I'm Trying - 181

Missed Chance - 179

All are My Hero Academia lol

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, I do, because I enjoy fandom interaction! I want to talk to people in the fandom, I want to talk about headcanons and the characters and how that affects my writing! Call me old-fashioned, but isn't that how it's supposed to be? A community?

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Missing Out - because it's not a happy ending at all, but it really informs the audience about who my OCs are and the world I've always seen in My Hero Academia.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think everyone who knows me and my work will say Paradise. (It's a painfully accurate mermaid AU, because I flex my marine bio shit whenever I get the chance.) There's a lot of build up that points to a sad or bittersweet ending, but then it ends up happy and thus, it feels so much more satisfying.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Can't get hate when you don't get any interaction at all! *finger guns*

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, I do. I've written smut since I've been a fanfic writer on the internet. So far, it's all male/female and it's focused on the relationship and feelings involved. That's not to say the act isn't in there, but I typically tag my smut "Overly Romantic Smut". If you are interested, they are:

You Were Missed Exotic Shores Forget-Me-Not (My chapter of "We're Coming Apart (And Falling Together)")

There is also a Contestshipping one I'm not sharing.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I don't write crossovers, but I love doing art of anything / Pokemon. Pokemon is so neutral and easy to insert anywhere.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes I did! I was told once that someone stole my Pokemon / Contestshipping fic, and, being a baby fic writer, I kinda cried and got really mad. They only posted the first chapter (of a fic that ended up being 50 "episodes") but it still hurt. They did not take it down, but they didn't steal anymore of it, last I saw.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not...at least, not that I know of. I would be so honored if someone wanted to do that.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes yes yes! It's so funny - I never thought I would co-author, but having so many friends in the My Hero Academia fandom that I consider close has changed that. Here are the two fics I have co-written if you're interested:

We're Coming Apart (and Falling Together) Seal My Heart

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

A lot of people might think it's IzuOcha, but it's actually Contestshipping. I've loved that ship for almost 20 years lolol

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

There has only ever been one (1) story I haven't finished, and that was an Ikarishipping fic more than a decade ago. Needless to say, I've accepted that I'll never finish it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think my strength is in description, particularly of natural places and phenomena, but that comes with being a biologist, right? The better I understand a natural space, the better my description of it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'll say dialogue, although I've been finding ways to mitigate it and work through it easier. I find that my characters, especially a certain OC, get away from me and the topic, and reeling them in can get difficult. I find myself writing the dialogue stand-alone and then inserting supporting action afterward. I literally can't concentrate on doing both at the same time.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic.

I think it all depends on the premise of your story, but yes. I do this in Escape Artists due to the international cast, and I think it would be weird if I didn't. Pat, my OC, doesn't speak Japanese or English, so I have her speaking French with Aoyama. And yes, sometimes I fuck up because I can't speak any other language but English, but it's worth doing if the story calls for it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

DON'T LAUGH! The first fanfic I ever wrote that I still have a record of is for Thomas the Tank Engine. I could not have been older than 7, but my mother still had it and I kept it, because I know people would want to see it. This was made in 1997, I'm fairly certain.

Can I read it? No

But can I remember what it was about? Also no.

But I am proud of little me for just going for it. I'm a damn good writer now because she started to practice back then.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

That's very tough - I can get swept up into reading pretty much anything I've written recently (within the past 5 years), and be like "wow this is great shit. I love how this was written just for me!" But I will point out Fire and Brimstone - it is definitely some of my best prose, to the point where I'm seriously considering publishing it.

Tagging @geckosquid @singingcookie @jellojolteon @sevenrenny

[wildernessuntothemselves]

*takes a deep deep deep deep breath*

I rarely comment on stories once I've reached the most-awaited, most-coveted end but right now the passion is overflowing I just need to let it out. When I saw where it was available, I immediately [insert take-my-money meme here]!!!

1. My unsolicited opinion on the two endings: I like the first one better, but that doesn't make the second one any less perfect. Knowing how I am in real life and just having experienced my own fair share of similar boys (as BG and YJ), I was like—wow. I've been second-ending oc so many times in my life it feels unhealthy (I'm not a very romantic person, I just prefer being practical)

2. There's a saying where I come from: Choose the one who loves you over the one you love. It does have its pros and cons, but the pros outweigh the cons when you choose the former. But then again this is just me, and I'm sure others love much better than me lmaooo

3. I don't think I have ever cried so much over something I've read and I have read soooo many sad (and happy ofc) stories in my 28 years of living. I cried reading both endings (I'm so pathetic rn) but only because I grew to love the characters more each chapter goes. There are parts of BG I loved and hated, same w YJ as well.

I will most probably have a better, more in-depth review on this in the morning where I am rn, but I'll wait to send another ask once the ending is available here on Tumblr. But again thank you so much for this masterpiece. I feel a little bit sad about it ending, but I appreciate it so much from you knowing how difficult it is for you to write these days.

Letting myself crawl out from under this rock where I'm quietly reading every single thing you ever put out. I'm rooting for you and hoping for better, stronger days ahead!! 🫶🏻

wait you know yeonjun like boys irl? you're fucking lucky he's so amazing lmao.

i think it's more complex than that. yeonjun is just the more understanding and more healthy option. i've left the ending with both deliberately imperfect (oc not completely being comfortable with yeonjun not loving her and her jealousy, and gyu with him having a temper and being very jealous with possible future issues with yeonjun) but yeonjun has more hope at a good relationship

there will be more parts for beomgyu so look forward to that ❤️

[breesays]

rest in peace, my bad muse

Sometimes, instead of starting a new chapter or working on a new blog, I'll go back into a draft to add details. Or edit. Last night, I opened up the section about PJ, which is the second-longest essay next to Tim's. Moreover, I don't think PJ ever lived in or even near California. We met in Florida, flirted in SoCal - but only when work (a tour) brought him to town - Yellowcard, Anti-Flag, The Get Up Kids. I was involved with PJ from 2003 to 2013, when I changed my phone number and severed a bunch of contacts. I say involved with but I really mean in contact with. The height of our situationship was from 2003-2005, and yes, I am loathe to list dates because lord only knows how many other girls he was "dating" at the exact same time. I know of three at least. He wasn't a stand-up guy. I've spent plenty of time cursing him.

Last night when I Googled his name, I found an obituary. PJ is dead. He passed away in January of 2021, at 36 years old. I watched a 23-minute memorial montage set to "Ocean Avenue." Then I cried. No, I wailed. Are we allowed to grieve for people who weren't awesome? What's the protocol?

I didn't want him dead, I just wanted him to be a better person.

When the band fired him, I was told to cut off contact. I did, for awhile. I liked how reactive he made feel - like a live wire - a bad muse, maybe - is there a word for that? ("Is there a word for 'bad miracle'" -Fall Out Boy)

I was with PJ when I found out about Asexuality, about AVEN. I was 24 years old and for the first time I wanted to want to have sex. Read that again. I (cerebrally) wanted to experience want (physically). Instead, I had a panic attack in the bathroom of a Motel 6 in Ventura. He was very kind about it, which was weird, because he was, in general, unkind about plenty of other things.

The first time I wanted to want to is actually significantly more crucial to my personal timeline than the time I actually DID IT.

Since he was a compulsive liar (the only personality disorder I can confirm by my own account), I'm sure he rewrote that story in his head. Now we'll never know.

Did he become a better person? I know he got married, and divorced. The obit didn't mention a bio kid, even though I know he has one out there.

How do we grieve for the unsavory sort?

One time he told me he had abdominal cancer. He did not.

He is the first person I exchanged "I love you"s with, even if I was super skeptical about it. We actually had a few fights about how he believed I loved him, but did not believe I was IN LOVE with him. I think I said something to the effect of, "This is as good as it gets with me, man." That tracks, right?

Also, is it worth mentioning that he was 19? I mean, I know guys who've just NOT been shitty their whole lives, sure. He had time to grow out of it.

Did he?

Would it be less sad if we knew he was still lying for sport?

In 2004, I flew him out to OC for a few days to hang out. It was a total disaster, of course and after I got home from dropping him off at LAX, I burst into tears. My mom said, "Oh, do you love him?" I said No, I was sad because I didn't have my computer to write about it, about him. Which was the truth.

My bad muse.

One time I told him I was writing and book and he was in it. "You can't do that" he texted. "It's illegal." I laughed.

There has never been much info about him online. Our fling was pre-social media, thus his thriving un-network of girlfriends all over the US of A.

So, is the pain less permanent for the undeserving?

Listen, no one liked him. He was a liar, a cheater, and just really bad with people. All of his girlfriends in the aughts were of the secret variety, including me. I didn't, at any point, try to defend his character. Of the few people I texted to see if they'd heard (it happened nearly 3 years ago, after all) I half expected an "I know, because I murdered him" reply.

How do we mourn the bad guy?

Rest in peace, PJ Oxenfeldt.

You were my first love, even if you didn't deserve it.

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

3, 6, 14, 22, and 32 for the fanfic author asks?

Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

for most of my non-Cats fics, they usually start as just basic Tumblr posts!! A lot of my star wars fics started off as just me rambling about my hcs, and then that develops itself into a whole fic!

for Cats, i have so many ideas, so i have so many different wips. For chapters themselves, I usually write down little ideas in my docs when i first think of them, and later on, when i get to that point in writing, i'll be able to elaborate more on those bits!

Do you have your work beta'd? How important is this to your process?

it depends! if it's something new, like a new plot or writing style, then i definitely ask one of my lovely mutuals if they can read it over!! if it's something containing another mutuals' OC, then i absolutely send it to them to read it over, to make sure their OC is in character! i do this a lot with Hestia and Jubilee fics with @queen-with-the-quill, and with our Newsies AU!!

how do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?

i LOVE writing emotional scenes. emotional angst hurt/comfort is one of my favorite tropes. i've definitely cried a few times writing fics, especially writing Hestia fics, just because she's so important to me.

my latest Cats fic, i've mentioned, has a lot of personal meaning to me, because i based Tugger and Munkustrap's relationship and their reconciliation on my own relationship and reconciliation with my older sister.

Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

i don't write anything NSFW or gory

and for POVs, i really really don't love first and second person POV (writing in it, obvi)

Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

@storyweaverofgondor (is that me being biased? ofc it is, but my bestie is one of the BEST fanfic writers)

people who follow my main are probably sick of me mentioning them, but faythren is one of the BEST fanfic writers i've ever seen. every single one of their fanfics is absolutely incredible, and if i could force everyone to read just one of their fics, it'd be Move Along, which is probably my favorite fanfiction of all time.

also ArcticVulpix on Ao3 has written some of the best Encanto fics EVER, so i'm also obsessed with their writing

[dogmomwrites]

15 Questions, OC Edition

This tag came from @saltysupercomputer, so thank you!! I'm gonna pass it on with soft tags to @i-can-even-burn-salad, @on-noon, @menagerie-of-monsters, and @writting-in-blood, as well as keeping it an open tag for anyone who wants to share a little about their OCs!

This tag is for Old Tom from my fantasy series

Are you named after anyone? A folk hero of legend, yes. There are many stories about my namesake—too many to list here—but I've always worn our shared name with pride. The nickname is somewhat newer; I've traveled often, ever since I was old enough to weather the harsh winter outside our mountains on my own, and I quickly accumulated enough stories to leave the elders waiting their turn. A lighthearted comment was made about me being old despite my youth. At least, I hope it was lighthearted. I've never taken it with offense, as I remember being a small kit enraptured by the stories our elders would tell

When was the last time you cried? It has been a little while, now that I think about it. About eight moons, give or take a day or two

Do you have kids? Yes, I do! I'm the proudest father of seven beautiful children. Yes, seven is a rather large number, but it's very common for us cats to have more children than humans. My number is actually below the average

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I use sarcasm when I feel it's called for, which is wholly dependent on my current company

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Forgive me for my simpleness, but I tend to notice their species first and foremost

What’s your eye color? A very pale blue, like ice glazed over the mountainside

Scary movies or happy endings? I'm a fan of most any story, so please don't push for me to pick between the two. They both have their merits

Any special talents? I know every book in my library and can locate whichever someone is looking for no matter how weak their description of it is. I take great pride in that

Where were you born? In the nursery of our mountain home. My littermates and I were born in a cozy nest with our excited yet apprehensive father looking on and on the other side of the door, a horde of uncles, aunts, and cousins waiting to meet us. A new litter is always a cause of excitement and celebration for us

What are your hobbies? Oh, I do keep myself busy. You name it, chances are high that I've tried my paw at it

Have you any pets? When I was a very young kit, I sneaked out of the nursery and found a funny-looking animal swimming in a pool. I was so delighted by its ugliness that I spent hours playing with it, though I didn't dare step any further than the shallows. Imagine my surprise after I was found, brought home, scolded by both worried parents, and then finally told of where I'd been, only to be informed that my new pet was called a fish. And we ate them. It was a day to remember, that's for sure

What sports do you play/have played? As I mentioned before, I've tried my paw at every game I've come across. Not many human games are very cat-friendly, although I've found I can hold my own with a little practice

How tall are you? I stand sixteen inches at the shoulder

Favorite subject in school? Hunting! I always loved when our teachers would take us out into the caves and show us how to stalk, pounce, and track our prey. I was a very dutiful student and would practice my pouncing on my littermates as soon as we returned home from classes!

Dream job? I already have that, I'm pleased to say. I'm the librarian. They call me the wandering librarian, as I'm prone to bouts of wanderlust, but I've trained my assistants well, and the library runs quite well when I'm not there

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[scifriskyxy]

I've been thinking lately a lot about the new sonic game and recently heard about a restructuring that Sega went through a while back so I went searching for more information and pondered on the companies actions

By what I can tell somewhat by their actions Sega seems to be one of those few game companies that haven't been taken over by greedy CEO/managers, incompetent higher ups or controlling ones...ever since the restructuring I can feel the freedom something I haven't sensed or seen In a large company ever since I was a kid when I first played sonic frontiers it felt like cold water was dumped on me and at the same time a sense of something that I haven't felt in a very long time

I got brought back to my childhood I wasn't as informed as I am today the game that officially Dove me into the community with was sonic and the black knight, even tho it was a budget game I adored the characters...Sir lancelot is the one that I still remember vividly even now

The game that gave me a taste was ironically what's considered the worse game ever aka Sonic 06...even now I'm not sure what's wrong with it maybe it's because I focus more on the story more than anything else, how they introduced shadow,silver...the death of blaze...when blaze died I cried I'm not sure why but it did I didn't understand what exactly happened but I felt what silver felt In that scene his heart shattered...

Now today because of sonic frontiers drenching me in water and pushing me off a cliff,Im re-developing my first and only Full fledged OC currently doing art and modernizing her and getting her more lore accurate basing myself on the original idea I had for her a knight well the next user of caliburn after sonic left...even tho sonic and the black knight was a budget game i fell in love with some of the characters I wanted to give caliburn[the sword] a second chance in my own special way as I felt he would never be used again i wanted to make someone that would be part of the sonic lore but not a part of the main cast yet she or he aware of the team while they arent...an ancient evil an explanation to what happened to Avalon after sonic left on how it became but a myth a story...a legend at the same time I want to keep her story as accurate as I made her as a child...my memory of her isn't the best but I'm gathering the fragments and revitalizing her into a brand new light... someone that was tarnished by war loss ,alone once parallel to sonic but lost everything events didn't pan out,alone... even tho they'll never encounter eachother I want her to be a cracked yet still shining light someone that shows what sonic could have becomed properly if things didn't turn out right someone even shadow can relate to if they ever encounter, someone Amy would have a very hard time with making friends with someone knuckles would be amazed by him having a proper glimpse of the past and maybe even a glimpse of his people and perhaps even what caused the eventual downfall...someone whom can remind and tell tails that having two tails isn't evil or a bad thing but a blessing a sigh he's meant to do great things and go far

Someone shadow would be shocked that there is an ultimate life form that wasn't created in a God damn lab and maybe she'd some light on parts of his creation mainly DNA related that made him look as he does

Sonic the hedgehog was my childhood I wish Sega the best and I hope they don't end up corrupt and greedy once more and don't lose their momentum and fall into the pits of greed and power like many of the game-developing companies today

I hope Sega truly manages to reach the stars and be a force of good in this sea of greed, corruption, and control