I am a jack of all trades, which means I do pretty much everything. Current hobbies include binge watching anime and reading an entire library in the span of a week. I’m currently working on a book series but write fics in my spare time. I write pretty much only Fairy Tail but only because I’ve yet to get a request for a different anime. I watch anything that catches my interest, from romcoms, to horror so ya know, if you want it written just ask. I procrastinate...A LOT. Probably my worst quality. I also swear...A LOT. No regrets, fuck politically correct bullshit. I will sometimes come off as arrogant but deep down, I’m a sensitive flower. Probably because I have no soul, who knows. Drop an ask, or ya know, whatever. Thanks?
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Miss you :)
Awe that actually made me smile so wide you have no idea. Thank you anon your words make me happy and I’m sorry that you miss me life has been very different since giving birth I barely have time for myself anymore BUT I am TRYING to get back into writing and finding time outside of being a mom. Thank you again and I love you 🥰🥰🥰
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This is amazing. I can’t even.
This started out as a quick sketch of an idea I had that I was going to do more detailed art of later. But the more I 'fixed' it, the less I liked it. So have it in all it's messy sketchy glory, anatomy inaccuracies and all.
My Dad used to hold all of us like this as toddlers. He was a mechanic, very strong, and I can remember us swinging off his arms, being tossed high in the air, and piling on top of him in a 'puppy pile'.
I'm sure Inuyasha would be a very physical, hands on Dad too, who would show his love for his daughter through playfulness and rough and tumble games.
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That moment when you read over your old works to hopefully get inspiration to continue what you have or start new stuff, but then you realize your writing is literally garbage that’s been set on fire and you lose all hope and motivation….such is my life.
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It’s been two weeks now and I miss you so much... it’s been rough without you here my kiba kun. I love you so much and I miss you but I know you’re here with me. Rest In Peace. I’ll never forget you my goodest boy. 😞💜 https://www.instagram.com/p/CI-w_X2BThG/?igshid=v132wj2h4npk
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Keep vibin y’all. 2021 is right around the corner. 🥰💜 https://www.instagram.com/p/CI-wUffBAAP/?igshid=1b1tyll67706h
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Head over to my Twitter for a chance to win! Every share and retweet helps! https://www.instagram.com/p/CI9lTTohB1d/?igshid=1660p714w8eaf
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First real snow I’ve seen in years! Yessssss https://www.instagram.com/p/CI8CM3Dlxvj/?igshid=qmkl3o80sk00
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He was NOT having any of my shenanigans in the store today 🤣 mommy loves you baby 🥰 https://www.instagram.com/p/CI7EGSClPwu/?igshid=1jqy4f8f17b6w
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WELCOME TO IG! it only took me forever! New stream logo coming soon! Keep those good vibes flowing 🥰 https://www.instagram.com/p/CI7D97XlO_z/?igshid=30wv4vkj9hx7
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Baby Riley bundled up for some winter fun while mommy cries cuz she can’t stream 🤣😭 will return soon! GOOD VIBES TO ALL! 🥰 (at Fall Branch, Tennessee) https://www.instagram.com/p/CI7DiUcFL88/?igshid=11i82urszynii
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Destcember: Shattered Hope
How did it go so wrong? How did it end up like this? Where did things fall apart? Questions race through Sarah’s head so fast she can’t find an answer to one before another hits her like a punch to the gut. Her throat clenches and air is suddenly so hard to find. Nikolai—who had been by her side since the beginning— lay shattered by her side, his once lit shell now dark as night and eerily lifeless and she chokes back a sob.
Her body feels too heavy to move, her limbs seem to have a mind of their own and no matter how much she willed herself, her muscles would not obey.
“This was supposed to be a simple mission…” her words drift along the frigid air of Europa, its icy tendrils seeping into her very bones. “It wasn’t supposed to end like this!” Her tears, hot with emotion freeze instantly, leaving her cheeks streaked with frost.
“Sarah we need to go,” a command echoes, but she doesn’t hear it. “Now.” A hand on her shoulder startles her back into reality and she stiffens, whipping around a breath later, rage shining in her eyes.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” Her words come out a hiss and she lashes out with her blade.
“Sarah, it’s me!” The strong voice says again, “it’s Aiden.”
Aiden. The name sounds familiar, and a face soon flashes through her head. Warm green eyes, a toothy grin and a head of dark soft hair that her fingers would itch to run themselves through.
“Aiden…” the name leaves her lips shaky and for the first time in what feels like an eternity, she pries her eyes away from the remnants of her ghost to meet pools of emerald shining with sorrow.
“Yeah babe,” his lips curve into a forced smile—and she knows he’s doing his best to be there for her— but it only made her anger burn that much hotter. “C’mon, we need to leave before I lose you too.” His arms wrap around her like a security blanket, and his warmth is enough to render her boneless as she collapses into him, another sob racking her body.
“He’s gone…” the words repeat in an agonized mantra as she feels him start to pull her away, and in that moment, time seems to stop only for them. The wind dies, the furious flurries of snow clear, and the chill that ran bone deep dissipates until all that remained was a burning so hot, she can see the steam surrounding them.
A simple recon mission, investigate a rouge guardian and report back. What could go wrong? She knew her target almost as well as she knew herself. She trained Lacie—taught the hunter everything she new—and how does she repay her, with a knife in her back.
The trap had been set, everything going to plan until Lacie’s mental instability took a turn even Sarah couldn’t foresee. It happened in a matter of seconds, the gun cocking, blackness, pain and grogginess, and then finally a soul shattering emptiness that filled her through and through. Lacie killed Nikolai just as Sarah had been revived, and when his shell exploded, she felt her world fall to pieces with it.
“She will pay for what she’s done Sarah, don’t worry. Zavala and Ikora know everything, and your ghost’s feed had a direct link to their command center.”
She knew all of this, but somehow his words eased the anxiety spiraling inside her.
“Gone.” Sarah repeats the word robotically. “ it’s gone.”
Everything was gone. Her trust, her friend, her ghost, all of it. Her future, dreams, love, all an impossible goal for her to reach now. She had nothing. No Nikolai, no revives, no life, only the blinding rage that ebbed and flowed within her like a tide. And just like her ghost, as she picked up the pieces— eyesight blurred by tears—her hope succumbed to the same fate.
Shattered.
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Destcember: Shattered Hope
How did it go so wrong? How did it end up like this? Where did things fall apart? Questions race through Sarah’s head so fast she can’t find an answer to one before another hits her like a punch to the gut. Her throat clenches and air is suddenly so hard to find. Nikolai—who had been by her side since the beginning— lay shattered by her side, his once lit shell now dark as night and eerily lifeless and she chokes back a sob.
Her body feels too heavy to move, her limbs seem to have a mind of their own and no matter how much she willed herself, her muscles would not obey.
“This was supposed to be a simple mission…” her words drift along the frigid air of Europa, its icy tendrils seeping into her very bones. “It wasn’t supposed to end like this!” Her tears, hot with emotion freeze instantly, leaving her cheeks streaked with frost.
“Sarah we need to go,” a command echoes, but she doesn’t hear it. “Now.” A hand on her shoulder startles her back into reality and she stiffens, whipping around a breath later, rage shining in her eyes.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” Her words come out a hiss and she lashes out with her blade.
“Sarah, it’s me!” The strong voice says again, “it’s Aiden.”
Aiden. The name sounds familiar, and a face soon flashes through her head. Warm green eyes, a toothy grin and a head of dark soft hair that her fingers would itch to run themselves through.
“Aiden…” the name leaves her lips shaky and for the first time in what feels like an eternity, she pries her eyes away from the remnants of her ghost to meet pools of emerald shining with sorrow.
“Yeah babe,” his lips curve into a forced smile—and she knows he’s doing his best to be there for her— but it only made her anger burn that much hotter. “C’mon, we need to leave before I lose you too.” His arms wrap around her like a security blanket, and his warmth is enough to render her boneless as she collapses into him, another sob racking her body.
“He’s gone…” the words repeat in an agonized mantra as she feels him start to pull her away, and in that moment, time seems to stop only for them. The wind dies, the furious flurries of snow clear, and the chill that ran bone deep dissipates until all that remained was a burning so hot, she can see the steam surrounding them.
A simple recon mission, investigate a rouge guardian and report back. What could go wrong? She knew her target almost as well as she knew herself. She trained Lacie—taught the hunter everything she new—and how does she repay her, with a knife in her back.
The trap had been set, everything going to plan until Lacie’s mental instability took a turn even Sarah couldn’t foresee. It happened in a matter of seconds, the gun cocking, blackness, pain and grogginess, and then finally a soul shattering emptiness that filled her through and through. Lacie killed Nikolai just as Sarah had been revived, and when his shell exploded, she felt her world fall to pieces with it.
“She will pay for what she’s done Sarah, don’t worry. Zavala and Ikora know everything, and your ghost’s feed had a direct link to their command center.”
She knew all of this, but somehow his words eased the anxiety spiraling inside her.
“Gone.” Sarah repeats the word robotically. “ it’s gone.”
Everything was gone. Her trust, her friend, her ghost, all of it. Her future, dreams, love, all an impossible goal for her to reach now. She had nothing. No Nikolai, no revives, no life, only the blinding rage that ebbed and flowed within her like a tide. And just like her ghost, as she picked up the pieces— eyesight blurred by tears—her hope succumbed to the same fate.
Shattered.
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Destcember day 1: Exodus
“Yep-“ Sarah let’s put an almost pained grunt as the sorry excuse for a liquid burns a path down her throat to settle into a very uncomfortable ball of acid in her stomach. “Still tastes like shit.” The half empty glass in her hand trembles slightly, it’s icy blue contents both a relief and a threat.
“I don’t know how Cayde could drink it.” Nikolai fluttered to her left, his eye scanning the contents before continuing, “It’s ninety percent something I can’t name, and judging by your reaction to drinking it, I’m pretty sure it’s poison.”
Sarah snorts and takes another swig, a cough retching it’s way passed her lips. Truth be told, she hated the stuff, but whenever she had a shit day, or an overly stressful mission, Cayde would always suggest one of these to help her unwind. It was like drinking battery acid and a small part of her, to this day, still thinks he was trying to poison her. When all was said and done, she always felt better after an evening drink with the Hunter Vanguard. Her stomach would hate her for a week following, but she could honestly say she always left the place feeling better than when she arrived. Emotionally at least.
“Cayde was an Exo, they drink battery acid like this for fun because they don’t actually have stomachs.” His words flash through her mind on replay and she sighs. I don’t have time to explain what I don’t have time to understand! “He was a suicidal dumbass through and through.”
“I miss him too Sarah.” Nikolai’s voice cracks a little and Sarah does her best to choke back the tears that well in her eyes. It had been almost two years now, since his death, but it still feels like yesterday that her and Petra found him. Her stomach turns with disgust just thinking of how his last moments played out, and the glass in her hand shatters.
“Have you met the Crow yet?” The ghost does his best to changed the subject and Sarah stiffens, a wave of anger pulsing through her.
“Yeah I met him,” she motions for another drink, “he doesn’t remember a thing. Part of me actually feels bad for him.”
“To be fair, he was being manipulated by Riven Sarah. He just wanted his family back.”
“I know Nikolai, that’s what makes me so angry!” Her fist slams into the counter as a steaming bowl of ramen is placed before her. “He was the victim of circumstance and I can’t fault him for that, but it doesn’t make Cayde’s death any easier.” The spicy aroma wafts to her and she feels her stomach clench from hunger.
“We have to help him.”
“I know we do…”
“How?”
Sarah is silent for a moment, taking small pleasure in the delicious flavor that assaults her tongue. Once a week she would have a bowl for him. Extra spicy, just the way he liked it.
“There’s something I want to check out on Nessus, hopefully Failsafe will have an idea of where it is.”
“You mean one of Cayde’s stashes?”
“Yeah.”
“Looks like we’re going back to the Exodus Black then.”
Indeed, that’s where it all starts, with Exodus.
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apologies if it seems rushed. Trying to form words right now is proving very difficult haha.
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Will be updating fics and getting new ones out starting very soon! I apologize for going MIA the past like year. FORGIVE ME!
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