Alex WolfDragon

If you wanna read any of my stuff you can find me on AO3. My username is AlexWolfDragon.

If you wanna talk fics, then feel free to join my server. I know it emphasizes Undertale, but that's because the majority of my ideas are, in fact, Undertale.

I don't know about anyone else, but I like to designate a character from the fandoms I'm into to be the "spokesperson" for their fandom in regards to me writing fics for them. And well, sometimes they brawl for my attention.

Currently, Hermione is viciously combatting Ink in an epic duel of magic of their own kinds. They seem to be evenly matched. Master Splinter, charges in with well-timed and abrupt blows, striking the two when they least expect it. Otherwise, stealthily lying in wait for the next opportunity to strike. Master Fu sits peacefully next to me within his conjured barrier, nodding in approval at the ideas I'm writing down for him. Glamrock Freddy anxiously spectates the brawl from a distance, fiddling with his fingers while Tony Stark lounges in a tanning chair next to him, uncaring.

The girl in the above one is the same for the one in the below one

Years ago, and I do mean YEARS, I wrote a fanfiction called "The Clock Keeps Ticking" on Quotev. However, I hated how I was writing it and didn't have a lot of direction for it, so I deleted the content and let readers know I'd eventually come back to it.

Well, I've come back to it lol. It took too fucking long, but honestly, I think my age and experience with Undertale fic writing was needed to be able to actually execute this idea properly.

It's not gonna be canon compliant, and the love interest to my OC is Harry himself. Speaking of, my main girl will not be the only new character to join the show. There will be others, and I hope to redraw them now that I've also gotten better at that too lol.

This fic won't be coming out for a while on account of me wanting to spend the rest of this month working on my original book, the holidays in general, and needing to do extensive notes and research before even thinking of typing out that first chapter. I'm not kidding when I say that everything is gonna go up in craziness because of these characters.

However, as a treat, I will soon post some collages I made way back, that still apply, of some of the characters, including my main girl hehe. I won't give their names or anything, surprises and all, but I will give like, one tiny detail on one of the collages when I post them.

This is my third year doing Fictober, and this time I thought I'd share the link on Tumblr! I really am trying to be more active in here lol. But yeah! Any content warnings are at the start of the day's chapter. If you so choose to indulge, I hope you enjoy!

(This is my sole TMNT fic)

She laid in the endless white, the doorways to her worlds floating below. Bobbing in the empty space as mirrors, arches, puddles, and the like. New ones spawned, even now, as she stared aimlessly. Her mind empty and body numb.

"Yo Broski! Ya doin' okay?"

Bright colors suddenly obscured her vision, the word "Okay?" split evenly between the sunglass's lenses of the skeleton looming over her form. His hands were stuffed in his 90's nightmare jacket as he watched her eyes connect with his gaze.

Her brow rose as she stared at him curiously, "Are you? You don't normally show emotion without... becoming an anxious mess."

He shrugged, taking a step back before lowering himself to be sitting next to her. The movement made her sit up, the numbness forgotten due his unusual behavior.

He wasn't in her space, pressed against her side like he was prone to doing. He hadn't even tried to give her a kiss. It put a pinch in her brow as she stared, waiting patiently. His sunglasses had gone back to displaying the typical "YOLO" message as he took a moment to think before meeting her gaze.

"I'd be wiggin' out if I was back at the crib uni. When I'm here I can chillax, y'know?"

It took a moment for her sluggish thoughts to connect that he only felt anxious when he's where his creators can actually do something to him. When he's here? The only person with any sort of true power was her, and she had no control over the code or existence of anything that wasn't part of her multiverse.

She could interact with him, even kill him if she wanted, but both of them knew she wouldn't. At least, as long as he didn't touch her universes. He understood that.

Just as she wouldn't destroy him because she was desperate for interaction, he wouldn't infect any of her creations because he was equally desperate for sanctuary. A place where he didn't feel like his existence was on the line and where he could actually process these new emotions without consequence.

"Now it's your turn broski! What's eatin' ya?"

It was as if the light within extinguished as she leaned back on her hands with a sigh. She stared aimlessly, once more, into the emptiness above her.

"I wanna die."

The white of the world around them warped, black bleeding in as the worlds below shuddered and inhuman screams exploded around them. Fresh could physically feel the terror and fury in the air as if the emotions took sentience, reaching for his companion. A twisted face of black and white taking shape, maw gaping as it rushed in their direction, ready to swallow her whole.

Instead of fear, like he expected from her, her eyes drooped with a tiredness that had nothing to do with sleep. She took a deep breath in from the nose before gently blowing out with her lips. An invisible gust dispersed the face and erased any trace of the unnatural black. The worlds below settling and the screams silenced. It was as if nothing had happened at all.

"Sorry. They hate when I talk like that."

Fresh startled, only now realizing that he had a death grip on her arm that he was quick to let go. "OMG WTF" was on his glasses and it made her chuckle wryly.

"The voids." She did a vague gesture by twirling her finger in a circle to reference the space around them. "They have sentience here, and they despise the idea of me... you know."

He nodded slowly, looking contemplative. However, before he could ask anything, she spoke.

"Though, to really answer your question, I... hate being alone. And I think they," she gestured to around them again, "know that, but they have no idea how to fix it. Not really. Sure, they brought me my sisters, and they threw you and the other skeletons at me, but none of you can stay. Not for long anyway."

It wasn't as if Fresh and the others hadn't tried. Just as it was the void that had up and tossed them here, it was also what threw them out. As if it couldn't stand anything that didn't come from her lingering for too long. A couple days was the most that any of them had managed to stick around at one time.

"And I just... I want more. I want more time with you all. I want more than this big space to be my own. And I-"

She faltered, curling into herself. She couldn't bring herself to utter her deepest desire, so instead she whispered the next best thing with tears glistening in her eyes, "I don't want to be alone..." She sniffled, turning her head that now rested on her knees and gave Fresh a watery smile, "I just wish I could leave..."

The moment the words were spoken, her eyes widened, reaching out to Fresh. Yet, the void had already taken him; throwing him back into his universe. Leaving her to scream and cry with frustration and despair.

Context (condensed): She has no way to leave her own multiverse and can't directly interact with those in her own. Essentially, she's been isolated for who knows how long. She can't speak to the voids and can only guess their motives based on their actions.

They are actually fighting over how to handle the whole isolation issue. One wishes to give her people to bond with, while the other doesn't want to risk them interfering with her universes. It's a valid concern considering that a couple have already been put off course because of some *cough* Ink *cough* interference.

So, recently read a fic that had the skelly boys as sirens in a rehabilitation facility and I got inspired hehe.

When OC was a child, she had been in a boating incident where she, one way or another, ended up alone in the ocean. Not sure if she simply fell overboard, there was a shipwreck, if someone tossed her in the water on purpose, or what. Point is, she ends up in the water.

While wading the water and crying out for help, she's saved by siren Asgore. He does this at first by feeding her a plant that would allow her to breathe underwater to make the journey back to shore easier. However, it's not as smooth sailing as Asgore would've liked. There were obstacles, and they put OC at risk of dying of hypothermia, hunger, or dehydration.

Having no other choice, he forces her to drink some of his "blood." Since they're still monsters, they bleed magic instead of blood. Even so, OC obviously didn't want to drink it, hence the forced bit.

Anyway, drinking the magic of a boss monster, who willingly gives it to you, will give a human the ability to change forms. This increased her chances of survival in the ocean but put her life in danger on land. Humans, at the time, were determined to capture and experiment on sirens, so they'd bite at the teeth to get ahold of someone like OC.

Regardless, Asgore still takes her back to shore. He talks to her the whole way, as they can now communicate. She learns that until she can learn how to control the magic now active in her soul, she won't be able to control when she changes forms. Thankfully, she only has to worry about getting salt water on her, as it's the only thing that would trigger her siren form.

Eventually, OC is returned to land and time passes. She's an adult who lives on the shore and frequently visits Asgore who's become an adoptive dad of sorts. He's taught her about siren culture, how to use her magic, and introduced her to many others, including his wife, Toriel, and son, Asriel.

She wants to pursue being a siren specialist so she can help those in rehabilitation centers and aquariums be put back in the ocean and out of the hands of other humans. Her best friends are Chara and Frisk, who are on the same page. Especially Chara, since they, like her, despise humans and prefer sirens.

Anyway, there's an internship at the local oceanic rehabilitation center that all three of them get accepted into. Before they start the internship, OC decides to visit the aquarium that's directly tied to the rehabilitation center because it's well-known that any siren that ends up at the center usually ends up on display at the connected aquarium. This is usually because humans either assume they can't survive on their own or because they lie so they can simply have interesting attractions.

Flesh strained against bone, nearly blending with its ivory shade. They shook and twitched around the vertebrae, unwilling to let go or relax in their grip.

"Careful, or you'll bleed," he warned mockingly. An undercurrent of laughter under his words as he found her actions highly amusing.

"Shut up," she seethed. Eyes of swirling scarlet red and velvet purple digging daggers with the intensity of her glare. Her weight baring down from her straddled position as she shook him harshly, causing his skull to smack audibly against the imaginary floor of the white expanse of the anti-void.

Airy chuckles danced in the air as he smiled wide, unbothered by her aggressive treatment towards him. Mismatched eyelights drinking in her savage expression. Smiling as if she wasn't trying to snap his head from off his shoulders.

"Having fun?"

A thread snapped as she shrieked, slamming his skull over and over. Each impact having more strength behind it than the one before; her power fueled by his manic laughter.

It echoed persistently until he felt the hot flow of blood. The sound cutting abruptly as he froze in place, ceasing her pointless attack. She grunted as her body collided with his own, the momentum lost. However, her grip remained deathly against his vertebrae, eyes boring into him.

A crimson red eyelight with a black pupil and a neon purple crosshair eyelight returned her intense gaze. They refused to look away from one another even as his hands encompassed hers and gently pried them off of him.

Very carefully, he pushed her back by her wrists so he could take in the damage. Small cuts and shallow gashes covered her palms while the backs of her hands were scraped from the repeated impact with the floor.

For a moment, he just stared, unmoving. Then, he sighed as a soft green light enveloped both their hands.

"I told you to be careful," he whispered. His thumb caressing her pulse point as he looked back up into her eyes. His own eyelights becoming a sapphire blue teardrop and an indigo diamond.

Rather than the wrath that had cursed him with a thousand deaths, he was met with an ocean of tears. The spark of anger in her eyes flickering as it fought fruitlessly until it was doused with sadness. The war lost as she closed her eyes and wilted in his arms.

"I hate you..." she warbled. Empty words as evidenced by his complete lack of injury. Even so, he nuzzled the side of her head, mussing her brown hair in the process.

"I love you too."

Context (condensed): I have a writing persona. She's the goddess of her own multiverse.

Ink will sometimes talk about her AUs, encourage her to make more, finish the ones she has, help with ideas, and so on. However, sometimes, on account of struggling to understand cues, he pushes way too far. He gives her mental breakdowns, and he doesn't care what she does to him as long as she doesn't hurt herself. Helps that he knows that she'd never want to genuinely hurt him anyway.