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A persons fanfic tells you a lot about them, i , a fanfic writer, realize in terror

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Reblogging this because I was thinking about it again recently. And I'm still super proud of this, even though it's a bit older...

Hey so I woke up this morning and this idea slapped me across the face, and wouldn’t leave me alone until I had written something for it. It is based on the JSE egos. But can be taken out of that context as well! I was pretty vague on purpose. Explanation at the bottom/under the cut.

@darkwarf @seagullsausage @egopocalypse (Since I think this might interest you)

TW: character death/death of a parent (nothing graphic, just implied), general violence (nothing graphic, just implied), blood (nothing graphic, just implied).

Let me know if you need me to tag something else!

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“There is a legend. A legend of a hero clad in red. Those of us who still believe in heroes around here, claim to see them… It is said that they are immortal. They’ve been spotted around here for the past hundred years or so.” There is a tiny gasp of awe from the small boy beside me, huddled into my arms. I can only hush him softly and smile widely. I can hear them getting closer… I lower my voice to continue. “Yes, Jackie. It is said that they cannot die. Not from age, not from wounds, and certainly not to evil tyrants that try to hurt people. The hero in red is much too smart.” I had hoped to avoid this… Really and truly I did.

“Why are you crying, mama?” Jackie looks up at me. Such love in his eyes. I try not to cry harder. And gently start to pull away, much to his further confusion. I don’t have the heart to tell him…

“It’s nothing sweetie. I just love you so much. You know that, right?” I can’t help but smile proudly at the gap toothed grin and nod I receive as a reply. I ruffle his hair a bit, earning a giggle… Cut short by the sounds of glass breaking and heavy- angry- boots stomping in the room below us. So they already got in? Damnit…

“Jackie… I’ll be right back. Just-” I heavy in a heavy breath, “stay here. And don’t come out until the hero in red comes to get you. Promise?”

“How do you-”

“I just know. Promise me.”

“But Mom-”

“No buts!” I don’t have time for this… “Promise me you’ll stay here.” He must sense the tension in me now, as he stiffly nods silently. I thank him and kiss the top of his head. “Thank you. Be good Jackie. Be my good little boy now.” I stand quietly, giving one last look, before leaving the safe room. Masks won’t do much good now, since they’re already here because of who I used to be, and the person they know my son will become. But…

I pull an old blue mask from my pocket and secure it to my face. In a flash of light, my old outfit appears. Awfully convenient I don’t actually have to change. I almost chuckle before I run to confront the people who aim to hurt us.

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Jackie isn’t alone for long, although it feels like it. It feels like an eternity of shouting and thuds that he can hear from downstairs. An eternity of being tense and covering his ears at the loud bangs that he doesn’t understand. 

And then it’s over… Everything is silent again. He wants to go find his mom. But he promised. He promised to be good.

He startles as he hears the door unlock. He jumps up. Ready to run and greet his mother and the red hero she spoke of. But when the door opens, his mother isn’t there. But, instead, just a man. A man with dark hair, and dark eyes. Who smiled at him. Wide and with interest. But without the warmth of his mother. But upon closer inspection… He was definitely covered in red. Was that what his mother had meant? 

The man offered his hand. “I knew your mother. She was a good woman. She sent me to come get you.” 

Jackie hesitated, “looking up into the man’s face. “She told me to wait for the red hero… Are you him?”

The man’s smile never faltered. “Of course. Trust me.”

Still, Jackie wasn’t sure… But… He wanted everything to stop being so confusing right now. So he reached out and accepted the hero’s hand.

And in an instant… They were gone.

If he’d only stayed, he would have seen the man out of time… The man who actually wanted to protect him. 

His father.

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I saw something recently about how someone had gone looking for a comfort fic, only to find the author had deleted all their work (I am sure many authors can sympathise with that feeling, myself included!). It struck me how devastated they were. I know I’d be terribly sad if my favourite fics to read just vanished!

I have a lot of fics that I think are ‘cringey’ or ‘old’ but I keep them up in case they are someone’s happy fic. Having said that, things happen – servers crash, sites get bought out, etc.

I wanted to say that you have my full, explicit permission to externally download, save, or print any of my fanfiction works for your own consumption. The idea that someone might find joy from something I wrote, and then no longer have access to it, is heartbreaking. Doesn’t matter how ‘good’ I think the writing is.

I do ask, of course, that you do not repost them elsewhere without my permission, or alter them in any way to share with other people. Just that if you wish to keep a particular fic ‘just in case’ from AO3 or tumblr in a word document or printed out, you have my permission. I don’t mind at all.

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This takes place waaaaaaaaay down the timeline. But I had the thought of Dee and Darren bonding. So uh I wrote this and made a companion piece to it.

Remember, y’all are valid! And It’s never too late to explore your identity.

@darkwarfy​ @seagullsausage​ @cosmicanomaly413​

Dee, for once, was quite nervous. They usually had confidence to spare. But now, as they were standing on the porch to their estranged grandfather's cabin in the woods? They felt small. They had never actually met him, let alone spoke to him. He'd been busy settling in since his arrival. making up for lost time with their mom...

But now... He had invited them over for the day. At first they had been over the moon. But now that they thought about it... They had no idea what to expect from a former king of hell, who now lived in the woods... A person who was just coming to be a part of the family. And A person who understood human culture as much and they understood demon culture... They thought about running off. But before they could, they heard footsteps eagerly coming to the door. And as it flung open. Dee was all but stunned. He was entirely nonthreatening. He was slightly out of breath from running, and his glasses askew. As he wore a cozy green flannel and tee, with jeans. He seemed to radiate welcoming energy.

Darren beamed at the sight of them, "Oh! Dee! I'm so glad you came, kid!" He reach forward and gave Dee a tight, warm hug. And added, as he pulled away, "I've got hot chocolate inside for you- that your mom told me how to make, so it should be how you like it." He took a step back and held the door open.

Dee slowly stepped inside with a nod and quiet, "thank you". He wasn't at all how they were expecting. Nor was the cozy cabin that seemed to have the same energy that their grandfather had. They followed behind him as he lead them into a living room with a few chairs and a coffee table with two steaming cups of the promised drink. Dee awkwardly sat down one and sank into the soft coushin, before taking their drink.

Darren watched and sat down on a chair opposite them. He was still beaming as he watched, but then started to realize that they seemed uncomfortable. They stayed quiet and looked mostly at the drink or the ground, but not at him. And as the silence went on for a while, with him waiting for them to say something, he statred to get nervous he had done something wrong.

"Dee? Everything ok?" He hesitantly pushed. Although he knew he probably didn't really have the right to ask yet... But He needed to nonetheless.

Dee's head snapped up, as though taken from a trance. They had gotten very, very lost in thought. "Uh, yeah. I guess." They brought the mug up to their mouth and took a small sip. Before realizing it was exactly as they liked, and took a more generous gulp. "You're just.. Not what I was expecting."

Darren shifted awkwardly in his chair at that. "Ah... I see."

Dee quickly added, "Not in a bad way though! I don't know... I just didn't expect... This-" They waved their hand gesturing to the warm and welcoming room.

Darren sucked in a breath, "So it's not because you're disappointed?"

Dee quickly looked over at him and quickly shook their head "No! No... Not at all." They smiled a little, and took another sip. "It's just thet my moms would never tell me anything about other demons, let alone hell itself... Except for like... horror stories. So I assumed you'd be more-"

Darren interrupted with a slight chuckle. "Hellish?"

Dee nodded and added, "Especially since... Well... You were king, right?"

Darren nodded, smirking slightly. "Well, to be fair, I'm trying to be on my best behavior. I do want you to want to come back." They both burst out laughing and the tension eased. And they began to talk more normally. Both eager to learn from the other. Darren asking questions about humanity and Dee's life among them. And Dee asking questions about what Darren's life had been like in Hell, and some about their mom.

They both answered to the best of their ability, trying to keep the mood light. Something Darren skillfully managed, considering some of the anwers that he had to give, by skirting around most of the uncomfortable things.

Later on into the exchange, Darren decided to take the opportunity to ask a slightly more personal question. "Ok kid, I'll be honest. This question might be a bit big, but... And I hope I'm not overstepping. But you're mom mentioned that you're... 'Non-binary'? Is that the right word?"

Dee, hesitated for a moment. Unsure of where this rabbit hole would lead. But they decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, since he had been genuinely curious about all the other things so far. Maybe he was just confused as to what it meant and was trying to be nice? So they nodded, "Um... Yeah. Why?"

Darren now seemed more awkward and the tension became clear again. "Well... Your mom said that, that term means that basically you're not a girl... But also not a boy, right?"

Dee tensed a bit more, bracing for upcoming trouble. "Yeeees? I am neither boy nor girl. So?"

Darren nodded, processing the information. "Well... In Hell... We don't really have people who are openly 'Non-binary'... And those who do, are typically frowned upon and-"

Dee interrupted, feeling ticked off. Or course this would happen. They were so used to their moms' acceptance. "Look, I'm not gonna argue. I'm not 'confused' and I'm not-"

Darren quickly put looked over, slightly stunned. He quickly tried again, "That's not what I was trying to say at all! I-" He tugged at his hair. "I just..." He slumped down with a sigh. "Nevermind... You- You were telling me about your school. Let's get back to that..."

Dee paused and looked at him. Now noticing that he looked close to crying, despite the smile he had put back on, as he wrung his hands together. "No... You..." They felt like they should hear him out... "What were asking? I'm sorry for interrupting."

Darren looked at Dee and sighed deeply... "I just wnated to know... If there's a term for people like you. Who don't see yourself as either gender. Is there... Is there a term for people who sees themself as both?" He looked hopeful.

Dee smiled. "Yes. Yes there are many. And many people who are. Would you like to hear some of them?"

Relief washed over Darren and he smiled at Dee. "I very much would."

By the end of the visit, Dare had come out for the first time. As He settled into the new word.

Genderfluid.

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Wrote a little venty poem... I’m ok. Just thinking about some stuff. I really liked it, so I figured I’d post it.

Throw away friend

Now introducing the throw away friend They walk talk and comfort 'til you decide it's the end.

Then simply toss them aside, We swear they don't mind.

They'll sit to the side while you take the lead. The throw away friend is truly loyal indeed.

You can yell scream and tear, with out any care. They won't think to leave. No, not til you're done.

They give all that they can plus interest to spare. But never knowing why anyone ran.

The throw away friend is a really good listener never quite seeing that they are a prisoner.

Tell them your troubles they'll never complain.

The throw away friend just wants to be loved again.

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if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

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Yeah, ok... I lasted two weeks. I'm back. XD

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I try to keep this blog as... Chill? Neutral? Understanding? Whatever you want to call it...

So this is all I'm going to say. In case anyone tries to bring it up.

First and foremost... I think I'm gonna try to take another break from Tumblr and social media (probably will stay on discord though).

Everything going on is just... So much. And I mean everything. From global pandemics, to national news, to my school/town, to familial issues... Right down to my own crumbling mental health.

I haven't had access to therapy and/or meds since November. And now, while I'm not alone... I don't have that support. I don't have access to most of my coping mechanisms... (Shopping with mom, going swimming at the community pool, talking with my close friends at school.)

And I can't do a damn thing. I can't help anyone right now. I can't even help myself.

So everytime I see a post that essentially boils down to "Please help!" And I can't... (No money, wrong place, triggering topic... The list goes on.)

And right now, there is no way for me to detach from it while I'm still active. So I'm gonna have to try and put my own mental health first for once in my life... And take like, five steps back.

I apologize to the people who I still haven't gotten to your egos/messages. It might be a while before I answer back. I really am sorry.

It's just that... Right now, seeing the light at the end... Seeing a good end? I just can't right now. Not when I'm focusing on the negativity. No, suffocating in it. I've been here before. And I know I can claw my way out again. I just need some time, and a way to fight it.

Thank you for understanding,

Jason.

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Hey so I woke up this morning and this idea slapped me across the face, and wouldn’t leave me alone until I had written something for it. It is based on the JSE egos. But can be taken out of that context as well! I was pretty vague on purpose. Explanation at the bottom/under the cut.

@darkwarf @seagullsausage @egopocalypse (Since I think this might interest you)

TW: character death/death of a parent (nothing graphic, just implied), general violence (nothing graphic, just implied), blood (nothing graphic, just implied).

Let me know if you need me to tag something else!

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“There is a legend. A legend of a hero clad in red. Those of us who still believe in heroes around here, claim to see them… It is said that they are immortal. They’ve been spotted around here for the past hundred years or so.” There is a tiny gasp of awe from the small boy beside me, huddled into my arms. I can only hush him softly and smile widely. I can hear them getting closer… I lower my voice to continue. “Yes, Jackie. It is said that they cannot die. Not from age, not from wounds, and certainly not to evil tyrants that try to hurt people. The hero in red is much too smart.” I had hoped to avoid this… Really and truly I did.

“Why are you crying, mama?” Jackie looks up at me. Such love in his eyes. I try not to cry harder. And gently start to pull away, much to his further confusion. I don’t have the heart to tell him…

“It’s nothing sweetie. I just love you so much. You know that, right?” I can’t help but smile proudly at the gap toothed grin and nod I receive as a reply. I ruffle his hair a bit, earning a giggle… Cut short by the sounds of glass breaking and heavy- angry- boots stomping in the room below us. So they already got in? Damnit…

“Jackie… I’ll be right back. Just-” I heavy in a heavy breath, “stay here. And don’t come out until the hero in red comes to get you. Promise?”

“How do you-”

“I just know. Promise me.”

“But Mom-”

“No buts!” I don’t have time for this… “Promise me you’ll stay here.” He must sense the tension in me now, as he stiffly nods silently. I thank him and kiss the top of his head. “Thank you. Be good Jackie. Be my good little boy now.” I stand quietly, giving one last look, before leaving the safe room. Masks won’t do much good now, since they’re already here because of who I used to be, and the person they know my son will become. But…

I pull an old blue mask from my pocket and secure it to my face. In a flash of light, my old outfit appears. Awfully convenient I don’t actually have to change. I almost chuckle before I run to confront the people who aim to hurt us.

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Jackie isn’t alone for long, although it feels like it. It feels like an eternity of shouting and thuds that he can hear from downstairs. An eternity of being tense and covering his ears at the loud bangs that he doesn’t understand. 

And then it’s over… Everything is silent again. He wants to go find his mom. But he promised. He promised to be good.

He startles as he hears the door unlock. He jumps up. Ready to run and greet his mother and the red hero she spoke of. But when the door opens, his mother isn’t there. But, instead, just a man. A man with dark hair, and dark eyes. Who smiled at him. Wide and with interest. But without the warmth of his mother. But upon closer inspection… He was definitely covered in red. Was that what his mother had meant? 

The man offered his hand. “I knew your mother. She was a good woman. She sent me to come get you.” 

Jackie hesitated, “looking up into the man’s face. “She told me to wait for the red hero… Are you him?”

The man’s smile never faltered. “Of course. Trust me.”

Still, Jackie wasn’t sure… But… He wanted everything to stop being so confusing right now. So he reached out and accepted the hero’s hand.

And in an instant… They were gone.

If he’d only stayed, he would have seen the man out of time… The man who actually wanted to protect him. 

His father.

Ok so! the idea here is basically Jackie’s origin story. Jackie and his mom were a part of a hero legend. Starting back around the 1920s, a super hero showed up out of the blue. And did his best to help, but it was obvious that he was from the future. But eventually he started to adjust. And He met JJ while there. And, since JJ also has powers. Specifically... Time travel powers... He begs him for help. But it doesn’t work. And JJ in turn is sent back to Jackie’s time, rather than Jackie. Who is now thoroughly trapped in the past with no way out. So he sets himself out for being the best hero he can in his situation. But... At one point, he starts to train someone to take over for him. And later passes it on to them. And they become the new hero, still continuing his legend. Then that person trains another, and another, and so on and so forth. Jackie’s mom was one of them.

JJ wound up just a little bit before Jackie’s time. And he was confused and distraught and panicked. When he was approached by Jackie’s mom... And Just as JJ helped Jackie adjust... Jackie’s mom helped him adjust. and the two fell in love. Jackie’s mom found out she was having a little boy soon after... And decided to quit the hero business. But it doesn’t last long. JJ realizes who this kid is, and bolts. Hoping to preserve time and all that jazz. (I’m running on four hours of sleep and have been typing for two hours, there’s some holes XD) But gets caught by Anti. Anti promises that he won’t harm his family, in exchange for cooperation. He reluctantly agrees. But at some point, maybe when Jackie’s like ten, or a little younger... JJ snaps and attacks Anti, having been pushed too far. Anti gets pissed and goes after Jackie and his Mom. (Kills the mom, and takes Jackie).

I’m thinking eventually, JJ is able to rescue Jackie, and train him into the “next” hero. And everyday he sees Jackie get closer to the man he knew, it kills him a little inside. Because he knows that this is a paradox. That he will have to send Jackie back through time to become the first one again.

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Artists AND Writers really do appreciate getting reblogs, although they get mostly likes. So please when you see some art or writing and it's from an okay person, don't be afraid to rb and leave a nice message! You could make someone's day.

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Nightmare

Here she comes

Trotting down the lane

Slender and sleek

And as dark as the starless sky above

I wait with my lantern

My cloak wrapped tight around me

A chill follows as she nears

Coming to a stop before me

She bows her head

Granting me permission to mount

She is my Night Mare.

As she has been every night 

For as long as memory serves

She would terrify any other

And she used to scare me too

But When we ride together

I’ve learned to see the beauty and thrill

She huffs and I know that she is getting impatient

I blow out the lantern and toss it back onto the pavement

She doesn’t like the light

And it would only distract me anyway

She is a special mare

And I her horseman

She rarely lets me take the reigns fully

I can only hold on

I used to be scared of falling off

But now I know better

She needs me just as much as I need her.

I never know where she will take me

Some places I know

Some I’ve never seen

Some are entirely from her world.

She huffs again

Impatient tonight

That never means well for me

I’m taking too long

I pat her gently

I never kick her

She doesn’t need much encouragement to get moving

She needs only my say to start

Apparently She’s in a hurry to show me what she’s found for me tonight

She soundlessly starts into a run

And soon we are gone from the world I know

But that she always returns me to in the morning

Wrote this yesterday and decided to draw it! Never drew a horse before so please go easy on me XD

@darkwarf​

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So @darkwarf and I decided to do a character swap/crossover thing! And I might’ve gone a bit over board... (9 pages... 1114 words.)

But anyway, it’s pretty simple, but I think it came out ok! And I think I did well with DW’s characterization! And tbh this went in a direction I wasn’t expecting. But I’m not complaining.

Enjoy!

Darkwarf’s leg kept impatiently bouncing against the stool he was awkwardly seated on. In a complete stranger’s kitchen. He had been told to investigate a new and strong sort of magic that had been noticed coming from a small house on the outskirts of the city. It was powerful, he’d been told. Powerful enough that he was supposed to make friends with them. Powerful enough that he was supposed to make sure whatever was in that house was no foe.

However, when he arrived… “Whatever was in that house” turned out to be a teenager and two young women. Nothing particularly interesting, let alone powerful in the slightest! And even if they were, they certainly weren’t smart. Barely letting him explain himself before inviting him inside. He was a total stranger! He could’ve been-

“I’m sorry for taking so long, the microwave is a bit finicky so I had to boil the water in the kettle.” One of the women, the one with long black hair, pulls him from his thoughts as she places a large mug of what smells to be hot chocolate in front of him. She offers a kind smile that reaches her eyes and makes the world feel just a little bit warmer. He was about to protest, but it was already made and it would definitely be rude to ignore the gesture. 

His mouth pulled at the corners, his way of returning her smile, and picked up the mug. “You’re much too kind, miss…?” He didn’t really want to know her name, but perhaps learning more would lead him to the bottom of his situation.

“Jones! And it’s Mrs.” The woman’s face seemed to light up. “I’m Jane-” she then gestured to the taller blonde standing next to her, whose cheery expression seemed a lot less genuine, “This is my wife, Phoenix, and-” she gestured to the person seated next to him. 

“Dee, I’m Dee.” They interrupted. They however, were watching him intently, not even trying to seem pleased by his presence. “I’m their kid.”

Darkwarf nodded, to indicate that he had processed the information. He Took a sip of the hot chocolate and placed it back down. He focused on using his best and cheeriest voice possible, “It’s such a pleasure to meet you a-”

“What exactly did you say you were doing here?” The one next to him interrupted again. Continuing to stare at him intently.

Thankfully, he didn’t falter. “As a matter of fact, your mother was so eager to invite me in that I didn’t even get to tell her why I was here.” He let out a quick chuckle. And he didn’t neglect to notice the glance that Phoenix gave to Jane, who seemed to shift awkwardly. He continued, “I’m with the electrical company. We’ve noticed that this house in particular has been experiencing issues… So I was sent to check in and see what the problem was. Don’t worry about a thing! I just need to have a look around, and I’ll be gone before you know it.” He put on his best smile.

“Oh! Well that was very kind of them! Well, feel free to look around for whatever you need. Dee can help you find your way around.” Jane was back to grinning, but Phoenix seemed to stiffen. She grabbed Jane’s arm and tersely excused them both from the room. Leaving Darkwarf with Dee. 

He put down the mug and turned to them. “So shall we-?”

“An electrician… In a business suit?”

This time, his smile didn’t falter, but his eye twitched and he could feel his “joy” slip just a bit. They were already starting to get quite irritating. “You know it really is quite rude to keep doing that.”

“Don’t care. You aren’t an authority I have to listen to. And you’re not answering my question.” Their voice was flat and had almost no emotion. But they definitely seemed annoyed. 

He shared the sentiment. “Look, kid-”

“I’m not a kid!” Dee’s eyes snapped up to look at him. And they seemed pleased by his surprise.

It certainly wasn’t the most odd thing he had seen in his line of work, but it was startling coming from someone who he had previously thought was human… Obviously not.

Dee’s eyes had become a solid red color and were faintly glowing, and they also seemed to be sporting two large, purple wings as well as a tail.

The surprise quickly wore off though… And they seemed to realize what had happened, as now their appearance had returned to normal and they were staring down at the table as though it were the most interesting thing in the world. Darkwarf sensed an opportunity. “Hm… I take it you didn’t mean to do that huh?”

“My moms are gonna be so pissed… No, I didn’t mean-” They suddenly glanced up, narrowing their eyes again. “You aren’t freaking out… Humans tend to freak out after seeing a demon…”

Ah, so that’s what they were. Were the other two also? He shoved his frustration down and tried a different approach. “Yes, I would imagine. They do tend to ‘freak out’ over the slightest things, don’t they.”

“What do you mean ‘they’?” Now they seemed actually interested in him. 

“Well, between you and me…” He got a smug look. “I’m not exactly human either.”

Dee seemed to jump back away from him, instantly going into defensive mode. “Another demon then? Did you come after-?!”

“Not a demon either.” He couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling. Geez, this kid was really on edge. “But you’re not the first non-human I’ve met up here. I know lots of other beings.”

“Really?” They seemed stunned this time, and quickly sat back down to listen.

Good. “Yes! There’s so many, don’t you know any?”

“Well… No. As friendly as my moms are, they are a bit paranoid about other creatures like us.” They shifted awkwardly on their stool.

“So you’ve never met anyone else like you? Just your moms and a swarm of dull humans? Poor thing” He feigned sympathy. And he pretended to have an idea. “Oh! I know! I’ll introduce you to some of my friends! How does that sound? I’m sure some of them could even help you with whatever that… Outburst was before. How does that sound?”

They stayed silent for a while, once again staring at the table… “That… That sounds fun.”

“Lovely!” He clapped his hands together in victory. “Why don’t we just go talk to to you’re-”

“No! They’ll say no. But I’ll go with you to introduce me at the very least… And I’ll be back before they even notice. Ok?”

“Of course.”

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Just an update! Made a d&d sideblog! So all my d&d writing will be there! (Including all my stuff of Nom!) Plus more!

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@Anybody who ever worries comments on fics are too repetitive or silly or anything bad: listen.

I legit got FOUR comments on the latest chapter of my fanfic. FOUR. I had been struggling to write the next chapter, and with the support of only FOUR comments I’ve managed to write 1,000 something words for the next chapter.

Comments. Matter. Writers love them. Even if it’s like just 💜 or 😊 it’s still great to see. I know I love them. I’m sure others do too.

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So I've been taking a creative writing class. And because of the whole shutdown, we're doing some longer stuff. So! Here's the first prologue to a thing I'm going to be writing about my D&D persona/oc, Nom. I'm going to be taking a lot of artistic liberties. So I apologize to any hardcore DND fans that I upset. This is just my story :)

Hope you enjoy!

@darkwarf , @anxious-and-gay

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The Dashing Tales of a Doofus: Prologue

In a world quite like our own, with people much like us, everything was different. There was magic and wonder that were real and true. Magic so incomprehensible that some devoted their whole lives to discovering it’s secrets, and new ways to use them. This hero was not one of them…

In this world, there was so much more than humans. To name a few: There were Elves in their slender and ethereal beauty. There were Dwarves who worked hard and held their heads high. There were proud people descended from dragons themselves, and cursed people descended from demons. Both showed their heritage accordingly. This hero was none of them either…

    In this world there were many different occupations, and all coming from different backgrounds. Some believed in the power of song, and sought to share its gift with others. Some saw beauty and magic in nature, devoting themselves to protecting Earth in all her glory. And some sought to learn to weave or tear the very fabric of their world. This hero was none of them either…

    This hero is a boy, learning to be a man. Learning who and what he is. Someone who seeks out danger and adventure, only to write and learn about it later. He values knowledge, and devoted himself to the god of knowledge and words. He values and understands the power they hold. And he starts with a new name.

    This hero is a Gnome. A Gnome that calls himself “Nom”. A play off his short stature of three-foot-two, making him “bite sized” as compared to others. Nom yearns for adventure outside his stories. To be something much more than “Nom the Gnome”...

   Which brings him to this. On his 18th birthday, he has finally decided to leave. So this story, and his journey begins as he hoists on his backpack, and places a hand-written note on his bed. Before quietly leaving in the dead of night, eager for his new story to start.

[bluejaywritesblog]

Yeah... Believe it or not, I'm still trying to write this... I'm sorry that I haven't been... I really, genuinely want to! Honestly! I've just... Had a lot on my mind and not a lot of motivation...

Do other writers ever get this like, hyper-specific dialogue exchange drop into their brains and you know exactly where these character are standing and what they’re doing and how they’re saying these words but that’s all you get. You don’t have much other context and this specific moment that exists only at this time in your headspace??

[bluejaywritesblog]

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