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[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

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[hotpinkstars]

PREGNANCY CONFLICTS - boothill x reader

- boothill "passes" a few days after you announce your pregnancy. he's soon returned to you as a cyborg, and has a rough time with all of the realizations he discovers during your pregnancy.

- thank u guys sm for all the compliments im getting in my inbox about my idea and my writing i love every single one of u guysssss 💋 💋 and now the fic for my idea is finally here! i hope you guys enjoyyyyy

- mentions of insecurity, PREGNANCY, boothill is sad in this shdjfjsks so pretty much hurt no comfort in a very mild way, "M,d,y" means month, day, year, his way of death is not canon i made something up!!! wc 1.5k

Boothill has always talked about being a father. With how optimistic about your guys’ future he was, you could already tell he’d be a great, great father. So when you announced your pregnancy to him, he was ecstatic.

He spun you around in the air, putting you down to kiss you passionately. To him, all of his dreams have come true. As if you’ve given him a strong purpose in life, to not only protect you but to protect his little, and hopefully more to come.

“Thank you,” he mumbled into your shoulder as he held you tightly. “Thank you for giving me such an opportunity.”

But then a few days after you announced it to him, he went missing. You spent day and night trying to contact people, get cops on the case, and go out there with someone yourself and try to find him. The cops brought a necklace, splotched in blood, with your initials on it. Saying they found his body and it was barely recognizable. They knew it was him because of the necklace around his neck and the wedding band that was stuck on a stray tree branch.

As both of those were returned back to you, you felt as if you couldn’t look at them without absolutely breaking down. You were set under the impression that he was gone forever. You felt horrible- not only for yourself, but the life you assumed your baby would have, being born into a world where they only have a mother who's trying her absolute best to provide and make sure their life goes as smoothly as possible.

On the 16th week of your pregnancy was when you heard a knock on the door late at night. Who could it be at this hour? You irritatingly got up and walked over to see who would be there.

It was who you were least expecting.

Boothill.

You stood there, unable to register what was happening. You had a hand on your stomach and the other was gripping the door handle. He stopped and stared at you back before beginning to speak.

“Y/n,” he said, nearly a whisper before he took a step closer to you. You didn’t step back, which was a good thing in his eyes.

“Boothill? What- how- huh?” You were absolutely speechless, unable to register the man standing in front of you. He’s dressed a lot differently then how you last saw him- he looked so western. He was western before he was pronounced dead, the accent is what got you in the first place. He’d always go to bars and all of that.

But he never looked so… out of place.

You’ve never seen the boots he had on before. You’ve never seen those pants (why do they look so slutty?) and his shirt was a whole other thing.

But the thing that intrigued you the most was that he was still standing, alive in front of you, but with a fully metal body.

“Come in and explain yourself,” you sighed, turning around and leading him into the all-too-familiar place. It still smelled the same way it used to, flowers and vanilla. He sat down on the white couch, leaning back into the same fabric he knew all that time ago.

But the difference was, he couldn’t feel it.

“How are you here? There's no way you’re real,” you shake your head, standing up and leaning into his face. You grab his chin lightly, turning his head both way before running your hands through his still silky hair. “Answer my questions.”

“Alright, shoot em.”

“When did you get me pregnant?” You ask, still looking into his now different eyes.

“Four months ago. You should be 16 weeks now.”

You nodded. “When's my birthday…?”

“M,d,y.”

You nodded. He was on it, and it’s convincing you even more that he was your Boothill.

“Lastly, why are you metal?”

“My body was destroyed. Y’ probably remember it,” he looked down at his hands before bringing them up to your cheek. You slightly flinched from the chill before nodding for him to continue his story. “I don’t remember th’ exact details, but jus’ say it was a failed mission.”

You looked at him up and down before sitting beside him.

“D’you still… love me?” He mumbled, almost soft enough that you’d miss it if you weren’t paying attention.

You took a moment of silence before responding to his question. “Of course I do. You’re my husband, Boothill.”

To that he smiled and brought you into a strong kiss. One passionate and greedy- he’s been starved of you as you have of him for the past four months. Once he broke it off, you both connected your foreheads before going back into a full blown make out session.

Your pregnancy is incredibly taxing for the cyborg to handle. Instead of flesh and blood he has metal. He can’t feel you, and to him, it’s the worst feeling in the world. He truly wishes he could turn back time to right before the night of the accident.

He wishes he was able to return home safe, so he could be there for your whole pregnancy. He basically missed the entire first trimester!

At this point, you marked 32 weeks. Your pregnancy was very noticeable and Boothill took a lot of pride in being alongside you, shedding his insecurities as soon as he left the house.

He’s always been a very clingy man. He’s always wanted your touch and attention whenever he’d get home from whatever it was he’d do for work during the day, and he’d always receive it.

But now, he needs to use his head to feel you. He’s always found lying down on your stomach in his free time, so he can feel his child. He is unable to feel kicks with any other parts of his body, so he relies on that.

“‘Hill, I need to go to the bathroom. You might need to move in a second here-” you started, but he looked up at you and began to speak over you.

“Alright, alright… but’cha better come right back, please?”

You nodded before shuffling out of the bed, motioning for him to get up and help you off of the mattress and up on your feet. Once he easily pulls you up, he flops back down as he watches you close the door connected to your room.

He thought hard in those two minutes you were gone. Very hard. To the point he thought he was going to have a breakdown.

He regretted everything. He regretted engaging in the enemy's tricks. He regretted leaving you lonely for so long. And what he regrets most is returning to you like this.

A hunk of metal, who can be destroyed as many times as possible. He’ll always be able to have his body replaced. His head and hair were the only human thing about the man.

He believes you deserve so, so much better. You deserve a man who can live his life to the fullest and actually be able to be there for you during your vulnerable times, and not let grief get in the way. You deserve someone capable of giving you more children in the future, and he believes your baby deserves a dad who can be there for him and be normal.

He might even be worried about judgment. He’s not sure. He feels so emotional yet so dull at the same time.

“Boothill? Is everything alright? You’ve been staring at the same spot on the wall for the past minute,” you said from next to him. How did he not even realize your presence?

“Hah? Yea, I’m fine. How’re ya’ feeling?” He says in his usual tone, trying to swiftly play off his thoughts not even ten seconds ago. “How’s baby doin’ in there?”

You let out a soft giggle before placing your hand on his cold knee. “We’re well. I’m concerned about what just happened with you though. Tell me, what is on your mind?”

The man sighs and shakes his head before resting it back on your belly. “Nothin’ to worry your pretty head off about.” He simply left it at that and nothing more.

When it came time for labor, he was truly nervous. Every attempt he made at trying to make physical contact with you in that time failed, because his hands were either too hard or too cold. He backed off and watched from the sidelines as you brought his little baby girl into the world.

He so desperately wanted to hold her, and you could see the urge in his eyes. She looked so much like him. She had his gorgeous silky black and white hair with your eyes. He thought she was an angel brought from heaven.

Once he finally got to hold her, he was told to keep her swaddled in the blanket she was wrapped in. All was well until she started crying due to the cold of his arms, and the baby was taken off into tests before he could even blink.

[brb-on-a-quest]

Day Fourteen Day Fifteen Day Sixteen

im SOOOOO SORRY that I left you guys hanging those two days! *cries* the first one I genuinely forget, and the second I was too busy to do it- and I think that this is not the first time this might happen, since the farm (oh yeah, if you're not one of my regular followers, you should know I'm a farmhand lol) is picking up steam, during my down time Im trying to do more physical rest for my body to recover. which means unfortuantely, Ive been spending less time on here in general, and that my longer posts that take more time to write have had to pause for a while.

so, I'm sorry to say but this is the last day i'll be able to do this for a while, but maybe forever. I've had so much fun with it and loved to see everybody's different answers, and how we've all connected!! but for at least a few days/weeks, I need a bit of a break lol. if anyone wants to pick up this game again, with the same list of people I've given already or different ones, you are more than welcome to! and I'm not leaving Tumblr, I'm just not going to do this particular ask game anymore.

our final question: what is something that you you want in your life, and what can you do to achieve it? what steps do you need to take to earn the life you see yourself living?

thank all of you so much! I hope to return again maybe sometime! I wish you all the best :)

Awww no worries gracie! take care of yourself first. Def appreciate all the work it must've taken to come up with good questions. I'll be sure to haunt your inbox soon with hopefully some equally thought-provoking (or not) questions.

ok, actual question: our final question: what is something that you you want in your life, and what can you do to achieve it? what steps do you need to take to earn the life you see yourself living?

To be honest, this question has haunted me for the past...well since before high school. (has it really been almost 10 years since I was a baby highschool freshman?). To be also perfectly honest, my depression and anxiety were so bad I was never convinced I would make it as far as I did... which allowed me to put off answering the question for a long while until the Hour of College Applications approached.

Well, against all previous conceptions of my future, I am still alive and about to graduate in December (literally how) and set to walk across the beautiful stage in May to get my undergrad diploma with some kind of academic honors (I forget the Latin for it). Definitely not the highest GPA, but I am relatively proud of myself considering the effort and, for lack of a better phrase, blood, sweat, and tears that have gone into this. So, steps that need to happen in order to graduate

Pass classes (Preferably with A's but I'm also in a position where hopefully my self-esteem won't die with a B or 2).

Write and Finish my thesis (shaking crying throwing up I don't have enough capacity for this even if it's only 15 pages in Spanish)

Study and hopefully pass a GRE (graduate school readiness exam I think? 'cuz I'm told it's a good idea for master's school applications I can not stress enough how much I hate standardized tests and am so anxious about this that I haven't even opened my books yet, I've just been throwing myself into thesis research instead; I 'know not all schools require this but I'm going into something that's not my major, so I feel some kind of need to prove myself).

Apply to graduate schools for counseling!

Only four things... it shouldn't be so bad.... one would think... (can I please just skip to the part where this is over why do people call college the best years of my life).

The other thing I want to work on is just being a better person and in particular a better friend. My goal is therapy, particularly pediatric therapy because it's such a neglected area where I'm from and also in general I think because there tends to be stereotypes of "oh children can't have mental health problems." but doing that means I want to develop more compassion, friendliness, and patience and gentleness and actual listening skills while being assertive...yk an environment that nurtures personal and other's growth. Which is really hard. Progress has been made but still more to go.

[charlesleclerc2003]

All I want! Jared X Reader (Jensen X Reader)

Summary: After the sudden death of your husband, his best friend helps you through the grief.

Warnings: Death of a major character, suicidal thoughts, depression.

A/N: I'm sorry I haven't written anything in a while, my life has been hectic recently, but hopefully I'll be posting more often now things have calmed down.

My Masterlist

If you ever want a request my inbox is always open. I will try and get any done as soon as possible. Always looking for more inspiration, hopefully you guys can help.

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You were sat at your desk, flicking through your emails when your phone rang. You happily picked it up since your husband usually called you after he finished filming a scene

You had met your husband, Jared after being a guest star it one of the episodes for his show Supernatural. You two had immediately hit it off and he had asked you out. You had been dating from two years even whilst you lived in the uk and he was filming in Vancouver, when he asked you to marry him.

He made it extremely romantic and not long after you found out you were pregnant with your first child. You moved out to the states to live with him. That was when you met Jensen, his best friend and co-star in Supernatural. Little did you know how much he would help you in the coming months.

After your first child was born Jared, regrettably, went back to work with Jensen. He didn't want to leave you so soon after giving birth but both you and Jensen assured him that everything would be okay, and that you had Jensen's wife Daneel to help you if you needed it.

He made sure to call you whenever he wasn't filming just to check in on you and your son, Ash. It became a habit and he calls you every day just to check in whilst he's away.

You found out you were pregnant again shortly after the boys started filming season 10. Jared was so happy, and all the crew threw him a party to celebrate.

It was that night that you got the call you were never hoping to receive. Your phone rang at 2 in the morning waking you and your sleeping toddler.

Answering it, you didn't even look at the caller ID.

You didn't recognise the voice on the other end. Then your heart dropped, "I'm afraid to say your husband has been in a road traffic collision."

"Is he okay?" You question.

There is silence on the other end before they say "I'm very sorry for your loss Mrs Padalecki."

Your phone drops from your hand and you let out a few quiet no's.

You start to shake and sob uncontrollably.

You hear footsteps coming up the stairs before Daneel rushes in, engulfing you in a hug and letting you scream and cry on her shoulder.

The sound of your toddler screaming breaks through, and you reach for him. You pull him onto your lap and cry into his long hair. He is an exact copy of Jared.

You look up at Daneel, and her heart breaks for you, "it's gonna be okay." She says giving both of you a hug.

"He's gone." You whisper, Dani, barely able to hear you.

The next few days were blurry, everything happened so quickly.

You all flew out to vancouver, Jensen met you all at the airport. As soon as he saw you he hugged you tight. You broke down again.

"It's gonna be okay." He mumbled into your hair.

Your hand immediately went to your stomach where your unborn baby girl was certainly very active.

You had the funeral back in Texas, and Jensen didn't want to leave you on your own, so they invited you to stay at theirs. You could stomach staying in your own home. Everything of his was still there.

You found you really struggled with day to day things, even seeing your son shattered your heart. He looked so much like Jared, your heart couldn't take it.

One night, it got too much. You found your self in the bathroom surrounded by pills. You didn't want to do it but your heart couldn't take it anymore.

You sent a quick text to Jensen, 'Im sorry'

A few seconds later your phone rang. You answered put it on speaker and laid it down on the floor.

"Y/N, are you there? What's with the text? Are you okay?"

You burst into tears, and you hear rustling and voices on the other end of the phone.

"It's okay stay on the phone with me, me and Dani are coming round. Where are you sweetheart?"

You manage to croak out "Bathroom, upstairs."

You hear the door unlock, all of a sudden glad they had a spare key to your room. The bathroom door opens and what Jensen sees breaks his heart.

He crouches down and pulls you into a hig whilst Dani gets rid of the pills.

He pulls away, his hands still on your shoulders, and looks you in the eyes.

"I need you to be honest with me, have you taken any?" He asks as his thumb rubs your arms softly.

You start to cry again and shake your head no.

He lets out a breath, glad you hadn't done anything.

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A few months later, you're finally doing better. It still hurts, and it always will. But Jen and Dani have done so much to make it easier for you. You've started therapy, and you're on medication for your depression. They were even there when you went into labour with your baby girl.

You decide to name your daughter Elouise Ross Padalecki after Jensen.

Years down the line you're finally in a better place and you visit his grave every week. Telling your children stories of their father. Jensen and Misha love to tell them all the goofy things he used to do on set.

[bigwishes]

Struggling Right Now

Just a quick update sorry to everyone expecting their 3k follower celebration story a lot of really shitty things kept happening one after another and left me pretty unmotivated to do anything at all, I haven’t even been talking to other writers lately or really doing anything at all. I don’t know when I’ll be motivated to write again, hopefully soon but I don’t know if I’ll continue the 3k follower stories because so many things got lost and mixed up so apologies for that.

I’ve got 3 or 4 questions in my inbox (not requests, questions) and I’ll answer them. Currently I’m trying to stay involved in the community and in the blog so for now I’m going back to question answering, would you rather prompts and being transformed prompts. sorry, I just don't have the energy or drive to write anything original right now but I’ll hopefully be back on the horse soon

[guhamun]

@caemthe said (inbox):

[ cú, for yinlin] "I knew I would find you here!" the traveler says in a cheerful tone after spotting the puppeteer. Before he could be asked about anything, he extends an arm, showing a simple black and purple gift bag for Yinlin. "Today is your birthday, right? Getting to live another whole year in Solaris-3 is quite the achievement if you ask me, so it should be celebrated like there's no tomorrow. Dee and I picked this for you. Well, to be fair, it was Dee who took the time to try and look for the perfect gift. Hopefully, it's to your liking." It's a long hair ornament with a sharp end, the type that can be used as a weapon in a pinch, similar to the one Yinlin often uses, except that the decorative part resembles the Iris flower from the Whining Aix's Mire. ...And there's a magnet with the same shape as well, for Zapstring.

HOW IN THE WORLD did Cu always find her? No matter what guise she wore, it was as if he had some tracking device placed somewhere on her person. Of course that couldn’t be the case considering she constantly made sure this was never a possibility, but even so…it was…worrisome. No one could be that sharp-eyed. Otherwise, she would have been figured out by multiple sources a long, long time ago. ❝Cu,❞ she greeted him upon his approach, eyeing the other in a way that was difficult to discern, yet strangely observant. ❝I see once again you have somehow found me. You will have to teach me this little trick of yours.❞ Mainly so she could find ways to dodge both him and Deirdre since it seemed they had some…rather powerful senses. Well, it was fine this time, she supposed. It wasn’t as if she was wearing a disguise for once. Wait a minute…did he say he knew her birthday? How in the world did he find that out? That wasn’t information she just happened to have lying around for all to see.

     Maybe the Rover told them…?

     No matter. Knowing her birthday hardly interfered with her work. Slipping her hand into the bag, she soon pulled out what was inside, her head tilting curiously as bright eyes looked over that beautiful hair ornament. Truly it was a sight to behold…but it wasn’t this that took her full attention. Yinlin was looking at the sharp edge, a small hum of appreciation sounding within her throat. Beautiful and deadly… Deidre chose this specifically knowing that she would like it for far more than just looks. What an eerily discerning woman she was. Gently slipping it back into the bag, she pulled out the magnet as well, chuckling softly at how it matched the flower on the hair piece. That was probably for Zapstring.

     Endearing.

     ❝Thank you, Cu, Dear, for these gifts. Deirdre as well. It seems you both know me…oddly…well.❞  Primarily Deidre, at least, which in itself was somewhat alarming. Try as she might to figure out both of these former citizens of the New Federation, Yinlin was always left scratching her head at the end of the day, left with far more questions than the answers she sought. Maybe she needed to observe them both at another angle…

     She’d think about it.

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

When are you gonna post Parr 3 of the angel and the dancer?

okay so I’m finally going to answer this request because my inbox if full of them and I feel rude not answering, so hopefully everyone who’s sent a similar request can read this reply…

so basically, not to sound ominous, but part 3 will be out soon. I know what you’re thinking ‘bella you’ve been saying soon for ages, what is soon?’. But I really can’t give exact times bc I have school and studying and other commitments and not an abundance of time to spend writing. I will say I have it written for the most part, but there’s just a few readjustments and add ons I need to finalise. Idealistically I want to have it done in the next few days and I’m hoping maybe Wednesday/Thursday it’ll be out BUT if not, then by this time next week.

hope that answers your question and I do really appreciate the patience, I know it’s annoying that you guys have to wait 🤍🤍 I really am trying to get it done and hopefully it’ll be worth the wait thought and you’ll enjoy it even more <33

[dragonfly0808]

Update

Hey guys. So, I hate to do this but I will have to take a break from the rewrite once more.

These past few weeks have been incredibly heavy and college is just really getting to me and I haven’t really been able to write and, since this is the final part of the story (and the part I’ve been looking forward to for months) I don’t want to push my way through it cause it is just smth I’ve really been looking forward to writing and I know exactly what I want to do, I just can’t really write it at the moment

Tbh, I don’t know how long this break will be. I’ll try to finish this chapter to post tomorrow or monday and then I will take a hiatus

It won’t be longer than 2 weeks… probably but I honestly just can’t really say when I’ll be coming back, I’ll just try to be answering the questions I’ve got left in my inbox but aside from that I think I will be quite silent on Tumblr

Hopefully I will be able to write again soon but I just really need to take a little break cause of the stress I’ve been under lately

Hope to be back soon! Thanks for understanding!

[algebralien-askblog]

yeah im still alive. the askblog is NOT cancelled and there are questions in the inbox i should probably get answered

ive been out of motivation for a bit and failing nearly every time i try to draw 2 or X didnt help

buuut i wont get better if i dont try so im gonna draw them anyway. have this two that i drew at 1am

as you can see, way better than the drawings in this blogs other posts

expect more posts,,, sometime. no set time or date other than hopefully soon

[trans-axolotl]

are you still answering questions about intersex things? I asked something over on the intersex-support blog but haven’t heard back yet. You’re probably just busy! But I also wanted to make sure I wasn’t fussing over something that might not happen. hope you’re well! -hypospadia maybe?? questionasker

i am still answering questions about intersex stuff, but my past month has been super busy so unfortunately there's been very little time for me to answer any lately! currently there's 127 unanswered asks in the intersex support inbox and 459 unanswered asks in this inbox, so there really just isn't any way to keep up with all of them.

i'll try to answer some questions this week and will hopefully be able to answer yours soon!

[happy-tori-friends]

If you're still doing prompts,could I ask for one from the sick fic prompts, for Flippy and Splendid,with the prompt where one of them keeps falling asleep because they're just too tired,or something like that.Thank you,love your work!

of course! prompts (as well as asking me about headcanons, asking questions to get an in character answer, or popping into the inbox to just chat) will always be open for me to do :D

funny how i finished writing this one on the third day in a row of Extremely Fucked Up Sleep Schedule and while my grandmother has been sick. (i should go to be after this)

It felt like taking care of one's sick partner was a very… ‘boyfriend’ thing to do. It was also another aspect of helping people, so it was a no-brainer that Splendid came over to Flippy's house when he found out he wasn't feeling too well.

 Of course, it was also a bit of a pain considering that Flippy was surprisingly stubborn about not wasting the day doing nothing but resting. Splendid certainly understood getting restless and worrying about productivity, and he was definitely no stranger to pushing himself at times, but he still wanted for Flippy to just rest, at least while he was there. Perhaps he was a hypocrite, but if it was for the sake of his boyfriend's health, he had to be one.

Splendid had started up a pot of soup as soon as he'd arrived and, now that it was finished, he put some in a bowl. He carefully carried it over to the dining room table, before carefully raising his voice to call out. “Flip! Soup's on the table!”

It was louder than he intended, as often happened, but not loud enough to burst anyone's eardrums, hopefully. Splendid sighed, cursing his own lack of control over his own abilities. A slight groan reached his ears, however, and he stepped out of the room to see Flippy groggily rubbing his eyes.

“Sorry, I think I was on the verge of falling asleep,” Flippy murmured, gently setting his sewing project off to the side as he got up. “You said the soup is done, right?”

Splendid nodded, motioning for Flippy to follow him into the kitchen. As the green haired man sat down and offered thanks, he smiled. “Not a problem. Careful though, it's hot.”

A small laugh turned into a series of coughs, before Flippy picked up the spoon and blew on the soup it held. Splendid watched carefully, ready to get up and get a towel should a coughing fit cause his boyfriend to spill any. He was about to ask if Flippy wanted any tea with honey, before he noticed slow, drowsy blinks turning into Flippy dozing off mid-meal.

“Oh, careful!” Splendid gasped, catching him as he slumped and stopping him from face-planting straight into hot soup.

Flippy's eyes shot open, and he let out a small breath as he regained his composure, offering Splendid a grateful look. “I… guess I started drifting off again. Sorry,” he murmured hoarsely. 

The cyan haired man chuckled at that, letting go and watching the other begin to eat again. His gaze was more watchful, knowing that it could happen again. “I think you're more tired than you realize, Flip.”

Swallowing a spoonful of soup, Flippy frowned. “I guess…” he murmured, trailing off.

“Getting enough rest will make you feel better sooner, so how about after you eat, you go to sleep for a little while? As long as there aren't any emergencies, I'll stick around and I'll come right back if there are. Just in case you need me, okay?” Placing a hand on Flippy's shoulder, Splendid gave him a gentle smile, trying to encourage him that it really was okay to do so.

A series of coughs, a sigh, and a nod later, Splendid knew that Flippy had agreed. When he had eaten all he could stomach, the green haired man stood up, a little wobbly due to dizziness. The other followed suit, letting Flippy lean on him as he led him to his bed and tucked him in.

“Sleep well,” Splendid murmured softly, brushing sweat-soaked bangs aside and placing a kiss on the other's forehead. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Before he had even left the room, he could already hear the slight purring sound that the other made when sleeping. Splendid smiled softly as he gently closed the door, making his way to the living room and sitting down. 

Mission accomplished.

[nova-friends]

Authors Update

Hey everyone. E here. It’s been.....a long while hasn’t it? haha time flies and it feels like yesterday I was hurriedly trying my best to answer all the questions to filled my inbox in character. haha good times. 

I’m not going to lie. Coming back to this project is hard. Conflicting. On the one hand this was really the first work I poured everything into and made me feel like an author. A real life author and kinda reignited my love for writing which had been on and off for a time before that. The Star vs show came at a pretty hard point in my life and gave me...purpose for lack of a better word. and you were all so wonderful and supportive and loving of my work that may have not been my finest hour haha. I still have most if not all your lovely art work btw. Saved right on a sd card on my phone. It mean a lot to me and I met my best friend and so many other wonderful people because of this fandom!

But, on the other hand, let’s not pretend what ended up happening. The fandom grew toxic, bitter, Angry. and what was once a fun awesome place became. Bad. And honestly the show for me got really bad halfway through season 3 and onto 4. But that’s me if you enjoyed it awesome! I’m happy for you! honest.

I’m modest to a fault. I never really wanna sing my praises. I’m not a fan of the spotlight. I am just a man who loves to write who got really lucky and I will treasure that forever. I didn’t think people still remembered little old E and his story all these years later. But a good friend of mine (thank you staryu) reminded me that for all my modesty, my little silly story did mean something to some people even now. And I realized that’s a writer’s dream. to have a story touch so many people’s hearts even if you don’t read my stuff nowadays *it’s good i promise haha sorry I promised mae I’d promote myself more* 

I don’t think I will ever finish Nova vs. there’s a lot of baggage here and honestly I’ve moved on to other stuff, keeping my love of writing burning strong! :) 

but I don’t want to leave you fans who still remember this humble little story in the dark. It doesn’t seem fair. 

So I will be making a post, maybe a few, on how the story was going to go, to conclude, what I had planned. Basically the story as i envisioned it. I think that is a good way to put this chapter of my life to a close. 

I don’t know when I’m gonna post it. It is a lot after all haha kinda. but hopefully soon. 

So thank you from the bottom of my heart. You reminded me how much I love writing and how much i missed it. You showed me a rare gift of being a writer and I will never forget it. and i will always appreciate it. I hope after all these years later you’re all doing good. and, as a special treat, here’s a secret I’ve been hiding for a long time. Enjoy and have a great week! You got this.

Nova’s hearts aren’t her magical mark. Shocking I know haha. I always planned for Nova to love and look up to star so much, to put her up on this pedestal so high that there was no way Nova could escape its shadow. All my stories have a central theme to it and Nova’s was being who you are. True to yourself. I think that’s why so many of you well resonated with it. Everyone wants to know who they are. 

And believe it or not a few people actually knew this. My good friend mangos i mentioned a few times, mae of course and the lovely @hipster-rapunzel

she actually drew some awesome concept art for Nova’s real magic mark. 

When I first did the 50th chapter yay milestone, I hadn’t put a lot of thought into the full story cuz i wasn’t expecting it to blow up like it did. When you all wanted more i sat down and really started fleshing out the story itself. What was the big theme of Nova? what was the story about.  I really did not want to retell star vs. 

So i took my whole I can’t complete with this show and gave it to Nova. 

That’s why Nova couldn’t dip down. I believe that to dip down you have to be true to yourself, who you were. Eclispa was powerful because she never denied who she was. Why Star grew stronger and stronger. and why nova couldn’t. and why Glossy says “you’re not nova butterfly.” because she was trying to be Star not herself. 

Halfway through the story Nova would be force to dip down but it goes pretty badly and she loses one of her hearts. Eventually it gets replaced by a single line that does not form in the story (that way you can come up with your own ideas) but it ends up being a treble clef (it’s a music thing. Shocking coming from me) haha 

Also I didn’t know when I would finish the story if ever and i knew by the time i did possibly finish someone might’ve claimed the treble clef mark cuz everyone was doing fankids at the time. 

So that’s the first fun fact of nova. Seriously I hope you are all doing good and thank you for everything

[wanderingcas]

Hii!!! Just jumping in here to say that I finally finally caught up with The Common Hours and I was just about to send you this little ask saying how much i like this and so on when i saw that this is the first post on your blog

to the people who comment on every chapter of my wip full months after it started posting: you're the real heroes

and i was like. okay maybe i didn't comment under every chapter but feeling a little like a hero now haha *salutes* also reassured because i saw when it was last updated and i decided to check up on you on tumblr if you're still here because - not gonna lie - i am kind of invested in the story now and was a little worried if you're still writing it or maybe you took a break or something (understandable 100%, real life is real life also time just flies).

what i am trying - and failing - to say is that i really love your story and obviously can't wait for the new chapter but i will wait forever: take your time!!! this fic has this vibe that the last thing it needs is to be rushed. nah. it needs time to breathe, like a good wine! but also. like a good wine, I NEED IT NOW, all of it, i need to know everything, i have so many questions! about castiel's memories, what did he do why did anna say he removed his grace of his own (because this is kind of a game changer in this fic??) and if he did then why, WHY are parts of his grace in seemingly random places that uh oh are NOT random AT ALL but they are connected to his memories with dean???? hello???? i CRAVE answers!!!! why and how was he captured and how and why did dean rescue him??? why did he decide to keep cas in the dark about everything??? why the whole witness protection program????

*breathes deeply and takes a sip of water*

and with that, (because this ask is already way too long lmao) i just wanted to wish you a good day, a lot of strenght and TIME to write and most of all i hope you're doing okay!!! :) thank you for sharing another great fic with the fandom!

okay let me take a moment to just say: AHHHHH!?!?!?!?

this ask has me CLUTCHING MY COMPUTER SCREEN and SCREAMING literally my dreams are coming true for this fic - someone busting into my inbox and leaving a long detailed comment on what they thought and all their burning questions and... UGH. thank you. you absolutely made my night.

SECONDLY yes don't worry i am definitely not taking abandoning the story! (already did that once before 6 years ago lol), it's just definitely taking longer than most things i've written in the past. idk if it's because i've changed as a writer or because i have a 1 year old now or because i'm older and wiser but this fic certainly is taking its time. which is crazy because i have so many scenes in my head. but anyway this is all to say that all is good! all is chugging along! in fact i have a draft written that i'm hopefully going to post soon.

your questions are literally making me cackle with glee like a little goblin, i kid you not. one of the best things i can get from readers are observations/questions/theories that i want you to pick up on - and you're picking up on ALL OF THEM so i'm really happy that the story is going in a direction that you're following. if that makes sense. it's all to say that answers are definitely forthcoming! you're asking the right stuff!! ahh man just thank you so much for taking the time to send this ask. you made this silly little writer very happy:')

[mydarling-suggestions]

I’m not sure of the scope of questions you answer but I need some help and I’m not sure who else I could turn to.

So I’m in a moderately popular fandom on this site and I’d say for about a year, I’ve been bullied by someone I had a nasty falling out with. They go on anon but I know it’s them based on the language and context used—they don’t seem to be too stealthy honestly. Anyway, I’m not sure what to do about it because I find myself getting paranoid whenever I get an ask or a message, because this person has managed to taint a lot of my relationships with people on here that I engage with. I’ve since been blocked, harassed, had death threats received and it’s all very overwhelming. Turning off anon only works for a short amount of time, but my blog is meant to be a safe space, so I don’t like to keep anon restricted all the time.

This fandom I’m in is wonderful in so many ways, but this has been such a sore spot for me, because I just want this person to go away and live their life, though sad it may very well be, and leave me alone. I’m not sure how to manage this mentally. I’ve found myself fighting quite a bit with the anons I get, and I think because of that, I’ve found my engagement with others disappearing. Idk, it’s been a mess. This person btw has caused someone to leave the fandom and the website because they were being harassed too, and all of the mutuals were sad about that, because they were lovely. I’ve tried reporting this user to Tumblr countless times, to no avail.

I don’t know what to do anymore. They are ruining this entire fandom, and they have quite a fierce following of people behind them, supporting them. If they only knew how ghastly this person acted towards me and continued to harass me…

*sigh* I’ve properly talked your ear off. Any help would be appreciated. If not, I understand.

Hi nonnie, gosh this situation sounds horrible I can’t imagine how draining it would be on you mentally and emotionally 😞

I haven’t checked the inbox here for a while so not sure when this was submitted, but this is really disappointing and immature behaviour from this individual. It seems you’ve tried a fair few things to try and combat their bullying already, and it sucks that your attempts to report this user has yielded no results.

There aren’t many other solutions I can think of except for two. My first suggestion is to make a post informing your followers that you’ll be inactive for a short period of time, however long you feel you need, for a mental health break. Hopefully by doing this you can improve your mental health and perhaps come to a solution in the meantime, or even better, this bully decides to move on. My second suggestion is rather drastic and likely not something you’d want to do, but I would suggest making a new tumblr where you can engage with everyone in the fandom that you’re currently engaging with, although under the guise of someone else so you wont be targeted by this bully anymore.

My main hope however, would be that this bully moves on eventually, but preferably soon. I would also add that this is entirely a reflection on them and not you, and try to not take anything they say to heart. Nasty people like them normally know exactly what to say to hurt people and their words can cut deep I know, but don’t believe whatever they may be telling you or calling you. I know this is all far easier said than done, but if you notice you get another nasty anon message from this person, delete it as soon as you realise what it is, please don’t go on to read the whole thing, you don’t deserve to be tormented by this person.

I would also highly recommend talking to a friend about this if you haven’t already, even if you just vent it should do you some good to have someone to talk to and receive support from. Perhaps a friend of yours might even have a solution to all this, and even if they don’t they can keep you happy and distracted! And finally, speaking of distractions, stay as distracted as possible! If worse comes to worst and theres no way for you to really avoid the bullying, spend time with friends and do the things that make you happy and try your best to not dwell on the actions and words of this person.

Keep reporting them to tumblr in the meantime and hopefully something finally gets done about them because bullying should never be tolerated, anon or not. I’m so sorry you’re experiencing this nonnie and I really really hope that the bullying stops or is dealt with 💛 And you can always come for a visit to all of us here because this is a safe space and there’s plenty of love and support for you here 💛💛

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Dear readers,

Fashion anons are back, other people have questions including for the fashion anons. I will soon post the asks and try to bring my own contribution to the table.

I've talked in the past how my blog is not a bulletin board in which I only post the questions with barely any involvement on my part. But I will make a small concension to that due to this special situation regarding Fashion Week. I have people with real hands on knowledge, others who are merely curious, so I will try to not only offer a platform for everyone by selecting a few asks, but also look at it as a learning opportunity for myself. My answers basically reflect that process for me.

The main reason I'm doing this and why I dedicate most of my blogging these days to the topic of fashion is because I see it as a great opportunity to have some actual relevant conversations here. I know the fandom is a mess, especially on twitter, which is why I want this to be different. We're all pretty much accustomed to fandom discourse that repeats itself, so why not do something else? I hope the knowledge that is brought to my inbox will reach everyone who's been paying attention here for the past couple of days and hopefully you'll find it valuable.

xoxo

BMT

[mebiselfandi]

Heyyyy Meb! Your AnonX here. Hope you’re doing well. ☺️ I miss seeing your random posts about football, answers to question list, or just life.

Another thing I wanted to let you know is that I absolutely LOVE how you tag your posts! Like those random cute bits of nonsense(definitely using as a positive word here). 💕

Hopefully see you soon! Sending love and positive vibes 🥰

Anonx!!!!! Hiiiii🥰🥰🥰

Screamed and giggled when I saw your messages in my inbox. It's like having a long distance pen pal, I just love it.

I'm managing. I miss making silly posts about whatever. Although I doubt I'd be much fun right now :(

But aw thanks I'm glad someone enjoys my yapping haha

Still not here yet technically but will try to log on once a week to just check things out etc.

So happy to see you in my inbox. Hope you're okay❤️