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So I’ve been working on a lot of stuff recently, but I just did this for a brief reprieve. I haven’t been able to write my favourite pairing before but I came up with an idea and thought ‘why not try it’.

I admit it’s pretty crazy of me to have a Teen Titans x Harry Potter crossover but the only thing involved is the world of HP and not the characters (just in case that puts you off :D) Hopefully my tags interests you! Here’s an excerpt:

“God, I don’t know how I would have survived it,” Kori told me, expressing her concern as we entered the Feasting Hall. “Seeing my Ex like that, in front of people who’ve seen us together forever…”

    She’d been going on about it for a while, whilst I, at the same time, was trying to forget about the whole encounter. Successfully, I hadn’t run into Garfield again that day. I’d studied in the smaller East Wing library, and raced to my next class straight after, which also took place in the ‘Psych Ward’. What I’d been dreading the most was the possibility of seeing him at lunch. It wasn’t to be avoided as I’d promised to eat with Kori and she knew where all my classes were so I couldn’t hide from that social interaction.

    Neither could I hide from all the knowing looks given when we stood in the line to get our food. Kori even pointed some of them out, being one of the most tactless people I knew. I shouldn’t complain, she was one of the only people I knew and I appreciated her in some ways, though not all.

    “Thankfully, I don't see him anywhere, so you’ve lucked out there.”

    ‘Lucked out’ I thought to myself, ‘What a great choice of words.’ There was nothing lucky about Garfield Logan, and nothing predictable either.

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So I had a go at making my own cover on wattpad :D Only for this though, I’m still in the process of writing other things, but hopefully, this interests more people. I made it with www.canva.com and I’d recommend using it if you want to make your own covers for your works, or just want to mess with it for posters, blogs etc. It’s really fun. I hope to have something new soon :)

The Femme Fatales + Men (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/I9XllmuWTE

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Hey, so I wrote a poem about Talia Al Ghul if that interests you :D

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Reblog if you think fanfiction isn't a waste of time.

Reblog if you think it’s a good way to practice writing.

Reblog if you have made friends because of fanfiction.

My sister called it a waste of time and I want to prove her wrong.

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The Femme Fatales + Men - Selina (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/CapKyttraE

{The starts, the middles, the ends

Of cats, sparrows, and hens

These women all have their pluck,

but none of them luck For fighting with men is a battlefield,

and fighting for them takes you further... then even that. }

Poems about DC women and their opinions on the men they lust after.

(I've been wanting to write poetry for some female DC characters for a while now, so check out my first one about Selina Kyle on Wattpad :D This is really just for fun and nothing too serious. Every now and again I may come up with a new one, but anyway, hope you enjoy!

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Session #12 - Jezebel Collin

"So, Jezebel... Do you want to tell me how you've been in the past couple of days? How you've been feeling?" "Lonely." Dr.Hertz nodded. "Not the usual lonely, like, I'm more aware of this one." "In what way?" "Well, there's the normal loneliness I feel because most of my friends have started University and I haven't." Dr.Hertz nodded again, "Yes, I understand that can be difficult with friends you've shared good times with. As people, we tend to compare ourselves a lot to others, and you've expressed that seeing their lives, on such things as social media, makes you feel like your life hasn't started yet, which is also difficult. So how is this loneliness seperate?" "This I'm more aware of because I decided to put myself out there, and try to seem more confident than I am in terms of talking to people... It's like...how I feel at work sometimes; I pick up on little things that make me feel this way. You can try and enter a conversation but you don't know the context is, so you're forced to just spectate. I have no problem with that because, at least, in the company of others you feel less alone. But there are the inevitable cliques that establish, and you become this floundering morsel that no one sees sometimes. You try to ignore how this makes you feel, because it just happens, but it still bothers you. Especially when it becomes more noticeable that no matter what you try, you find it difficult to be included... And that feeling..." "It's not the best is it?" Jezebel shakes her head no. "So you're saying that sometimes, even when you try to be sociable, it can still be hard and that doesn't help because it puts a damper on your confidence." "Yes, exactly. Sometimes, when it comes to making friends, your interests don't always circulate well with theirs and you can end up being labeled as shy and uncommunicative. I've tried to counteract this at certain times in my life by this thing I do; as as child, and even now to help combat my anxiety over speaking to new people, I'll wear something or bring an object with me. I think of it as like a hint, and it let's people know what I like. If they like it too, they should come and talk to me about it. I do that even now, as I get better." "That is a really good icebreaker, I will agree. So, you've said that no matter what you do, sometimes, a group just isn't right for you no matter how many people you may know. This, is linked to your job I imagine; the people you work with and as a result you think they see you as shy and uncommunicative. Are there any resulting actions you've seen because of this? Do people treat you differently?" "Yes. I mean of course they do." "Does any of those responses bother you?" "Not usually because, in a familiar group of friends, anyone could see that once I'm in a comfortable and familiar position, I'm not shy by any means and the same can be said for a lot of people... But there are some people who react to shy people like they're an offence to nature. They're offended that someone's not as confident or able to talk to people as openly and easily as they can. I will admit, in some situations I have been guilty of this myself, but there are people who get angry and then there are people who gloss over and ignore you. I wish that wasn't a thing that happened. Especially since a shy person is more inclined to feel lonely as part of their anxieties with other people." "Just because they're shy, doesn't mean they aren't sociable." "Yeah." "I completely understand. And I know how hard it has been for you, in terms of your life at home, to meet new people. Your job is probably the most accessible place for you to do this and Jezebel, in my honest opinion, in meeting you these past couple weeks, I can assure you that your personality does shine through. Your not the only who has trouble making connections; there are people, confident ones, that have felt the same as you do. Even some of your work friends that you've told me about may even understand this, though they might not say so aloud. With your particular situation, I would urge you to still continue what you're doing, aspiring to be more confident, but as well as that, you can fall back on your family. I know you said last week that you wanted a better relationship with them. Maybe if you can do that, you'll see yourself connecting outside of your home, which is exactly what you want right?" "Yeah." "Great. Thank you for sharing with me today Jezebel, I'll see you next week."

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MIA expa

I’ve been missing in action mostly because I was working on entries for the reflex fiction “Flash Fiction” competition. I’ve never done flash fiction before, but I managed to submit two pieces I’m pretty proud of, which is new for me (to be proud of pieces, not submitting to competitions, although it has been a long time for that too :D). Over the month of June, all entries will be considered and then they’ll release a long list of the people they considered but didn’t win, a list of those who just missed out and then the winners. In all situations, I think work is still published by them on their website, so I’m excited about that :D Just thought I’d share.

It’s an international competition and I’d encourage you to enter one of their competitions :D Also, there’s some good flash fiction to read sometimes ;)

http://www.reflexfiction.com/

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"They want me to describe the Apocalypse... They want me to wait in line and explain the end of human existence as it happened; how it feels, how it hurts to know its ended...ending..."

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Prompt - Food Critics

"I really don't get why food critics are so popular." "Why's that?" "Well everyone's taste buds are different; we see evidence of that everyday... Like the fact that you're eating that meringue like its my maple syrup covered waffle, but I think it's disgusting, so why do rich people and food lovers flock to follow what some critic says?" "It's because-" "And further more, why do movie critics mean so much all of a sudden? What happened to being unashamed of a trailer that interests you, and going to see the film for the experience of being pleasantly surprised or hopelessly disappointed as a result?" "Ada-" "No, we can't watch that cause Rotten Tomatoes or something gave it a 32%." "..." "It just annoys me that we can't go back to the old days of personal experiences and unhindered opinions. When film critics only wrote in newspapers and no person below 18 actually read them." "..." "What?" "Its just a promotion at work Ada, you don't have to over analyse it." "...says you." "Exactly. Who cares what I have to say. I'm in it for the free food and cinema tickets." "You sellout." "Hey, you wanna write something of worth, then quit." "..." "That's what I thought."

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Cinderella Prompt (for funsies)

The best night of Abigail's life started with the dress she was wearing; every time she moved, the bouffant skirt shimmered a fading and brightening purple. The sleeves glittered, and the cut off at the shoulders shaped her perfectly. Her hair had also been braided to perfection by Carla, her bed mate, and she had arrived to the ball in the most comfiest of shoes, her own, as the orphanage could afford nothing more. She was grateful she was even attending the ball, as the invitation had been made into something of a lottery by The Governess. They could only afford to send one girl, and that girl had to be over 18 and fit the size of whatever dress was chosen. After that, the winning girl would be chosen through a diplomatic vote by the whole house, and not everyone in the house was very friendly. Abigail wasn't thin by any means, so when the rules were announced, she didn't want to try her luck, but Carla convinced her otherwise, "This opportunity is a gift...and think, maybe the Prince likes curvy girls." Thankfully she had turned 19 two days before, and there were only ten others who were about the same age. All they had to do was wait for The Governess to bring back a dress, they hoped, she chose at random; Madame Gertrude was strict, but they found, at times, that she wasn't completely cruel. Back she came the most beautiful gown, the house wondered how they could afford it. The Governess explained it was a borrowed number from her niece, who had no interest in the dress for the one night. One by one, the ten girls tried on the gown, Abigail unfortunately the last in line. She watched as some of her sisters were hopelessly laced up into a dress that was too big for their thin frames. This gave Carla hope for her friend, which sank into Abi when she shook her in delight. Three girls managed to fit the dress before her, but finally it was her turn. Carla helped her lace up and when Abigail looked in the mirror, the gown fit like a glove. She had never felt as pretty or as beautiful as she did in that short moment before she was forced to take it off. Madame Gertrude locked up the dress for the night, saying the vote would take place on the day of the Ball. It was an agonizing wait for everyone, after being so close to a winner. Now a vote would decide... Abigail knew she'd been fair to her fellow sisters in the orphanage. On certain occasions, she'd even shield them from the unfair punishments Madame Gertrude sometimes gave them...but would any of them want her to go to the ball? Or, would they be jealous she was one of the lucky ones? Finally the vote came. The Governess took them all for a walk in the back gardens and had the candidates stand in a row, ordering anyone who wished to vote for them to stand behind them in a line. It felt like a miracle she had gotten the most people standing behind her, and she hugged and thanked everyone of them that did. Now she was here, at the Prince's masked Ball; still an orphan, but just as pretty as any other Lady or Duchess in the room. It was all a dream come true. There was so much food, so many guests and so much dancing. A man asked her to dance and she was transported through a sea of colorful gowns as she twirled, swapping partners in a new dance called The Escapade. She caught onto the steps very quickly, until one of her partners led her away from the music. "You, are an excellent dancer." He remarked. She blushed under her mask, her animal of choice a purple owl to match her dress. In response she curtsied, "I dance a lot at home. It's how me and my friends stay entertained." "Well, it has certainly paid off." She took note of his bright white teeth when he smiled, his mask covering the rest of his face quite fully; It was that of a silver fox. "Would you like some wine?" "Yes, please." He led her over to a table and passed her a dark glass. "Its so lovely to be here, isn't it?" She gushed, "At the Prince's Ball." "I'd say yes, only not to damper your enthusiasm, but he does have them very often. I always have to go." "But not not ones open to the public, and not so hastily prepared." The Fox leaned forward, "There's a rumour about that." "Ooh, do tell." She giggled, and his smile grew brighter. "It seems the King wants the Prince to marry as soon as possible. This Ball was their compromise to see if he could find love." She was taken aback,"That's unfortunate." "How so?" "One night is not nearly enough time to find love. A nice looking jovial companion maybe, but not love." The Fox burst out laughing, "Jovial?!" "And while I do appreciate his lack of prejudice towards those of lower class being allowed to attend, we are still wearing masks. What rules must the Prince follow in this arrangement? Say he finds his love, then finds out that she's just an orphan with no family or title...would he still be allowed to marry for love? I feel like the King would greatly object. Would the Prince fight to marry her?" "Yes." His answer came without hesitation and was very direct. She questioned his response, "Do you know the Prince that well?" "I have been to enough Balls to know, that the Prince is headstrong and wishes not to be judged by his title or what his father wants him to do. He knows he will be King, and the responsibility that holds, but he also wants to know the values of his people and be closer to them." "And he thinks a lowly born wife can give him this?" Her partner offered a hand to head back to the dance, "He does." They danced a while in each others company before he brought her in close again, "Why do you think he will fail at accomplishing this in one night? It's his only chance." She looked around the room, "Does everyone know of this rumour you speak of?" "Word travels fast. If they didn't before, they do now." "So how then will the Prince know if this girl is true, or if she only wants his power?" "Ah, he has plans for that." He dipped her into his arms, "He will speak with her family. See where they live, how they act around him and he will see who is superficial and who is not." "We're slipping back into prejudices again." She warned, extending an arm for him to pull her back. He laughed his loud laugh once again, "Alright then, what would you have him do?" "Go through with the engagement, but take as long as possible to plan the wedding. In that time, get to know the one you plan to marry. His father will still think he's getting married, while he will have the time to see the brides true colours show." The fox stopped dancing, and they were left in the middle of the ballroom. "That's a good plan, if he can stall for time, but I hear the king is an impatient man. How long would he have to wait? And if he did find out she wasn't right, how would he then break off the engagement? He made a promise to his father." "Well I don't have all the answers." She laughed nervously. He smiled, "It feels like you do." Something caught his attention behind her and his smile slowly disappeared. "I'm sorry miss, it has been lovely talking and dancing with you, but unfortunately I must mix with the other guests. Enjoy the rest of your night." "Of course." Abigail curtsied and he bowed in return. She watched him rise and then set off through the other dancers towards the Royal Stage. In awe, she saw him converse with and then sit down right next to the King. With despair she realised she'd been talking to the Prince himself...and she'd called him prejudiced. She had to find Madame Gertrude quickly and tell her they had to leave. In her rush, she bumped into a newcomer, her blue dress almost similar to Abi's. She curtsied and apologised, "I'm so sorry." "Don't worry, it was a mistake." The girl curtsied in return, her blonde falling in her eyes and the two broke away. Later that night it would be said that the Prince spent a long time talking to a girl in a wonderful dress. Some say it was purple, while others say blue. Despite asking if they could leave, The Governess refused, instead spending extra time speaking to her sister, Lady Tremaine, about her two daughters, on the far side of the room. Abigail wouldn't hear anything about the lucky girl until a Royal Guard showed up at the orphanage, and asked her to try on a shoe; a shoe that fit the girl the Prince was going to marry ...and with all the luck Abi seemed to be having lately, this shoe fit, and it was very uncomfortable.

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Real Talk

Even though many may have thought about this, it's weird to think that this is all we get after thirteen years of compulsory education; an emptiness in your day you have to actively fill yourself. (Not dissimilar to the transition of High School into College, where only the year before you complained about school uniforms, but now your biggest problem is figuring out what you're going to wear everyday.) I know there is a lot we say school doesn't prepare us for, but I feel like this is the most jarring. I took a Gap Year to help my family and gain experience at a new job. At the start of the year, I had so many plans; I was going to rack up my skills, finish a novel, keep up my musical endeavors... but after a while, it all kind of petered out, due to lack of time or lack of money. There may have been some free activities, but I didn't look or maybe I didn't care for them, but now I regret wasting my time. (Don't tell my mother.) Of course, I managed to self-teach myself a few things in my spare time; tap dancing in the kitchen until my tablet broke, learning new recipes when we had the ingredients... But through all if this, my only thought has been, "it'll be better when I get to Uni". I still seem to see it as an amazing place, full of structure an new friends, and that's sort of terrifying because I know, three years down the line, that's going to end too. I suppose if it weren't for helping my family, and I'd adequately prepared, I'd be off traveling Europe right now and this wouldn't even bother me. Even now, I plan to visit places in the summers between terms, once I earn the money. But even then, with aspirations such as these, I still ache ... for school. Does eery adult feel that way? Probably, but maybe its just self-esteem. In school, you know what it means to fail and you know what it means to succeed, and once you have a career it's pretty much the same... but in the wasteland that is my Gap Year, I feel like I don't have that without standardised education. I should probably work on that, but I'd love to hear others thoughts.

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Regretfully

Its full of anger and sadness and a lust for time travel, That's what regret is, But what can be built up most is the regrets you haven't made, The ones still in motion that haven't festered under your skin, The regret that the relationship you have with your family isn't strong despite doing everything you can to fix it, You fear that you'll eventually think that there was more you could have done but you didn't to save yourself the heartache, The regret that the path you took to your career has changed so dramatically that you find yourself troubled on how you'll find your way back ... But what if you won't It never stops, with as emotional as you are... And regretfully, I have yet to find out how to make it stop

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"It's dark." "I know." "What do'ya mean, you know?" "Just listen to the waves, Jessica." "..." "..." "I never understood how you could like the ocean so much. Not after what happened to you." "That's easy. It reminds me of my family." "What family? You showed up to the orphanage a wet rat, with no memory of what happened to you." "..." "Joe?" "There's one thing." "Hm?" "There's one thing I see... sometimes when my mind is blank, and I don't think of anything at all." "..." "I see waves and moonlight. There's a deep voice, and I don't know what it's saying, but.. I feel safe. Even if straight afterwards, the current tried to take me down, I'm brave enough to feel safe here. I come to remember, and to be surrounded by all those things." "But I'm here." "That's right. The moon, the darkness and the ocean make me feel safe... Now you do too." "..." "What?" "You can tell you're a poet." "Really?" "Yeah. Either that, or your the most romantic fool I've ever heard." "Oh, the choices." "Listen to the waves, Joe."

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I don’t know if anyone noticed, but I seem to write better when I have a theme, (Greek God poems being a prime example :D). So does anyone have a theme I can steadily write too for the next couple days? Writers block as well as laziness be damned.

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Story Idea #2

The first time I saw a maermaid, he was drowning. It was the youngest I can ever remember being where I still lived on a boat. I'd been left to steer, and I caught sight of him off the starboard bow; something was shining oddly, and at first I thought it was a weird reflection of the moon, but as we drew closer the light became more vibrant and numerous. Out of curiosity, I abandoned my post at the helm and stepped up to the edge. When the ship was all but hovering over the light, that's when I recognised scales reflecting both the water and the moon. On a clear night such as that one, I still questioned what I saw... Not only the existence of the creature I was seeing, but in what state I saw it. I remember his extremely long but beautiful tail flicking in and out of the ocean, his bare chest with strong arms held out at his sides, tied to barrels by ropes to keep them in place despite the moving waves... the wide arch of his neck where a hint of gills struggled to open and close, while the rest of the area under his chin was covered in blood. All I could do was stare - enchanted, confused and horrified by the whole scene. I watched his blood leak into the water, spiking it like wine until it encircled him, his tail light dulled and no longer able to twinkle like a star. The sticky substance coated his neck until his gills were glued shut, the effort to open again too much. His back arched, the final life in his eyes dwindling away....and after a minute, he was still.

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It's dark where I start, Something covers me, though I don't have any eyes The first part of my life is a struggle, I push against something, a something that holds me in and haults my reach At one point, I scratch the light, and I know I'm close One more push and I'm there... There isn't much of me, but there's something I hear feet, yet I don't see people, and I doubt they even see me But I live You humans could not cage me

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Hi everyone! I’m just reblogging this because the rest of the story is up!! I’m looking for feedback and I’d love if you gave me some. 

This is a final draft but still a work in progress... sort of, but I hope you enjoy if you give it a try :)