Come not between a dragon and their wrath...

Now, I know I'm not good with words. At least not in the emotional sense. But I will admit I've been flaky. Flaky like delicious pies baked by a protagonist on one of Bryan Fuller's shows (and depending on the show, the filling may or may not also be made of organs). It has been approximately two months, twelve days, thirteen hours hours, twenty-five minutes, and forty-four seconds since I last posted anything on this blog, and even then it was really just a lot of whining about how messy my life had become.

And it's true. Life is messy, and complicated, and you think killing off characters will fix your shipping problems because fictional marital therapy is a thing the parties involved won't agree to but it doesn't; it just makes them dead, and no amount of necromancers, Fullerverse or dragon-related, can fix THAT.

The facts are these: When I first announced my hiatus, it was because the stress of the real world was getting to me. Finances (or rather, a lack thereof), health, living conditions especially. None of which has improved, I'm sorry to say - the flea bites that cover my legs, arms, and face will attest to that. On top of which, I found and still find myself trying to focus on my schoolwork as my graduation date is rapidly approaching - and I'm hoping to finish this bachelor's degree on a somewhat positive note given how disastrous my first semester here at UCF ended up being.

Another fact is that I'm also sure you're tired of hearing this, especially in the form of these PSA posts. God knows I am. Hearing these excuses reiterated over and over and over again, especially as I flaked out on even more projects I tried to take on - the TextsFromNBL blog, my blogs for the Black Pantheon and the numerous driddles (which keep multiplying when I'm not looking), my D!G blog that ended up being abandoned, my giveaway where I ended up only managing to write one of the two fics I owed...well, the list goes on, you get the idea.

I'm not saying I'm happy about this outcome, far from it, in fact; it especially shames me that I can't manage one little RP blog while others maintain jobs, harder coursework, six or seven blogs, AND somehow manage to stay culturally relevant with all their shows and movies and video games and what not. Unfortunately, I do not possess this level of superhuman ability or resources. Just waking up on time and eating a decent meal that isn't takeout are novelties. And although I finally find myself with two weeks of free time between semesters right now, I just can't bring myself to even look at Tumblr, let alone this blog.

I don't want to call it writer's block, far from it, actually, because every day my mind swirls with plot and ideas and characters. Rather, the concept of coming on here, replying to people, having people respond immediately, having multiple threads with those people, and then me trying to keep up with the demands of others and my own personal standards (I do not know the meaning of 'short'), when I haven't even gotten caught up with certain plotlines in the very mediums I once based those characters on, on top of no longer being caught up on everyone else's plots since I've been gone for two months already, the amount of pressure and risk of disappointing others, all of it completely and utterly terrifies me.

And then given the fact that I'll just be back to grinding my nose against a textbook and calling that an education (statistical methods of psychology this fall is gonna suuuuuuuck major tanuki testicles), what even would be the point of coming back just to say 'sorry BRB school see you in 4 months' all over again?

As such I prefer to call this condition writer's terror. Or you could just straight up call it what it is - continued stress due to adulthood and responsibilities, but writer's terror I find is catchier.

Now for the sappy part.

I want to let you know that I have absolutely adored writing with you guys/girls/others, and I want you to know that I look back with fondness on the relationships fostered and friends made both IC and OOC. The long nights spent chatting on Skype or through PM, the laughter and tears, the innumerable Magic Anons and AUs, the utterly infuriating ship discussions that often ended in threesome collectives and a family tree that is one day going to snap under its own weight...it was all worth it and I wouldn't change a thing about that.

And I wish I could continue, I really do. I love Peri and Zir and the Black Pantheon and the driddles and all their friends and significant others they've made over the past year and a half (has it really been that long?). But it's not fair to you lot to wait on an unreliable mun (you are all so much better than that), and it's not fair to me to sacrifice my health both mental and physical worrying about this when neither of those were pretty stable to begin with.

So. I'm putting the eggs in hibernation, per se. That's...that's a terrible metaphor...maybe I should just be direct.

In short, non-metaphor-related words, I'm putting BnB on an indefinite hiatus. I don't know whan I'll be back for sure. I can't set a particularly definite or tangible timetable right now. Maybe I'll be back after I graduate, maybe it'll be in a month when I finally get my life under some illusion of control, maybe it won't happen until the day the BnB book is published and I can say 'surprise, motherfuckers' to the crop of deranged Chernitra roleplayers who are sure to follow, but who's to say for sure? To quote everyone's favorite snake grandpa, the future is never set in stone.

I want to come back someday, I really do. I've been a fan and a friend for too long to give all this up forever. So...don't think of me and the dragons as gone...just think of us as going on a very long vacation and we don't know if or when we'll be back. This is also a terrible metaphor. What am I doing, telling children their favorite pet has died?

Sorry. Like I said. Not so good at the emotional words...and stuff.

If some of you guys still really want to stay in contact with me, I'm going to try and get back into using my personal blog again, located over >>>here<<<, or you can try and find me on Skype...well, that link has all my contact info, whatever, I don't have to tell you lot how digital communication works, I'm pretty sure most of you have a decent understanding of it already.

Just try not to think of me too unkindly for doing this. Believe me, it was a hard decision to make, but all in all, it seemed the best one to make in the long run.

Until next we meet again, you kids play nice while I'm gone, all right?

Regards,

-Froggy-mun, logging out.

Besides my developing Skyrim mod addiction (water mods, water mods everywhere), watching Avatar: The Last Airbender with an Australian (Dante Basco is gonna be at my college next month! EXCITED.), and Kailyn introducing me to Star Wars in her continued attempts to culture me (WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME WATCH THE PREQUELS BEFORE FINDING OUT WHAT HAPPENED TO HAN, KAILYN, I DON'T WANT TO SIT THROUGH THE HORRID VOICE AND STUPID-ASS BEHAVIOR OF THAT...THING THAT LOOKS LIKE A PARASAUROLOPHUS AND A MORROWIND ARGONIAN HAD A ONE-NIGHT STAND, I NEED TO FIND OUT ABOUT HAN AND LEIA AND NO AMOUNT OF LIAM NEESON JEDI WILL MAKE THAT OKAY UNTIL I DO), the short answer is, I've had to be an adult. First it was getting through my exams, now it's financial planning because I have to deal with not having housing money from my college prepaid plan anymore (who the hell only buys two years of housing for a four-year school?!) and...well, it's a mess, let's leave it at that.

That being said, I'm starting to get things back under control. However, this control comes up on the heels of recent SPN spoilers that are...um...well, to quote RDJ in Tropic Thunder as I don't have any other suitable reactions for this kind of 'writing':

Naturally, as I stopped watching after season seven's finale because of certain writing choices (Death's Door? What's Death's Door? I don't know what you're talking about - that never happened, I've never heard of this episode you speak of), I feel that is the latest nail in the coffin (too soon?) for this blog.

Now most of you are probably panicking already as you think I mean deletion. DON'T PANIC. That is not what I mean at all.

(Trust me, I'm too attached to these attractive scaly fuckers to let them go that easily.)

What I mean is that I may have to do some minor retconning-slash-remodeling-slash-bullshitting to try and purge the Supernatural from my writing, which isn't TOO hard to do. Peri can still be a fan of Chuck's books and a Dean fangirl, I'll just have to find a cutoff point for it, most of what I took on draconic lore comes from mythology itself - Zir himself is full mythological, I already know how to rewrite Eve for dragons, at least, since I got it in my mind I wanted to write a novel about this blog...the biggest obstacle I have is getting around the Purgatory thing, however I MAY have found that solution last night in good brainstorming with an Australian. Basically imagine Dante's Inferno meets the Hunger Games. It's gonna be fun.

That being said, what, in laymen's terms, does all this rambling this mean for my blog? Well it basically means I may be swapping over to full original mythology and/or Grimm lore (once I catch up with the show, anyway, but it's summer, I have time), maybe dashes of The Last/Spook's Apprentice since that's kind of like medieval!SPN, but otherwise with very minimal direct SPN influence. That doesn't mean I won't still be willing to interact with SPN blogs, far from it, I love many of you to death and beyond it (cannibal party at the King of Hell's dinnertable!), but...I'm sorry, bad canon writing is bad canon writing and I do not particularly want to be associated with it.

So. Big things, big plans, big changes, all will be coming your way here on baublesandbrimstone dot tumblr dot com.

Stay tuned.))