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Author has written 18 stories for House of Night, and Buffy: The Vampire Slayer.
Good morning, fan fiction. I joined this site october 2 of, I believe 2011. Evidently, i've changed just a little since then. My first story was a particularly self-indulgent self-insert story about a girl named Rina and there character Kalona from House of Night, and I want to thank and apologize to anyone who read that. a lot of the stories on this profile are done. I do not intend to continue some of the works of my young self, I'm just too busy. Feel free to PM if you want to know how something was supposed to end and the suspense is bothering you, or if you intend to continue one of mine.
About me: I'm 18, canadian and a lesbian. My interests include reptiles, ball-jointed dolls and singing. I'm both irrepentantly romantic and painfully pessimistic about said romance, depending on the day.
My Ships (updated!)
House of Night:
-Damien/Erik (in some circumstances)
-Willow/Tara so much!
-Jessia/Kilgrave (in au's or in circumstances where he cannot control her and isn't extorting her into this relationship cause I'm not into that at all)
"I'm not suicidal, I'm just saying, I know what it's like. You're one little speck in seven billion. Who would hear you if you screamed? Really screamed, cut loose and just demanded to be heard damn it, just hear me! But that's the thing we humans, we're good at one thing, we scream. We scream and scream and scream when we're sick of our idillic little lives and we can take no more so we add our voices to the growing din. And seven point whatever billion screamers continue, only hearing their own cries. And if you cried, who would hold you? Really cried, not those two little tears you shed over shoes lost, but those really big f*king sobs that you make when your breath barely rips out, and you're puffy and red and can take no more. Until your eyes hurt and your nose and cheeks stung, and your throat was hoarse from the ripping breaths. But these arms, they're not meant to hold. They're holding onto their own things, to their own rather pathetic little things. We're all too busy holding onto possessions. We don't hold each other, we offer platitudes, lost in the screaming. So we, we all should learn to listen. We need to let it float away, and hold each other instead of crap. We need to stop being blips on a map, and start being names and people. Then, maybe, maybe then, someone will hear you."
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