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It's fine, it's cool. This is happening. Chappell Roan is Roan of Arc, champion and savior of sword lesbians and queer kids the world over. And, of course, the art goes so hard.

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why thank you, friend. Here we go:

1. Locus Amoenus (The Nanny) - probably the story closest to my heart because I wrote it throughout my dad’s illness and passing and it just really got me through. I also think this is my favorite Niles I’ve written.

2. Weak Hearts, Broken Minds (The Nanny) - could also be called ‘how I processed the travesty of season 5.’ But I also just think I made some cool parallels between their situations in s5 and I love me some parallels.

3. What Animal Are You? (The Nanny) - I think this is the funniest thing I’ve ever written. I had so much fun writing it.

4. Cataclysm (The Nanny) - trigger warning for fanfiction dot net but I guess I never posted this on AO3. I love bringing exes back together and that’s what I did in this story, and I also created two oc’s that I ended up loving a lot, and I don’t often do that.

A lot of you know me as PhoenixRose314, Tumblr's fandom mom and ineffable author of Don't Fall Away From Me and There Is A Light & It Never Goes Out. This fandom has been such a source of joy for me and has kept me going through some really difficult and dark times, but right now my world is absolutely falling apart.

Through circumstances beyond my control (health reasons - cancer and anxiety and depression), I was let go from my job a few months ago and my children and I can no longer afford to rent our lovely home in our lovely village. This has been incredibly hard for me to accept but once my lease is up I will have run out of savings and my kids and I will no longer have a place to call our own.

I am famously awful at asking for help, however this amazing fandom has convinced me to start this crowdfunder to try and raise enough money to try and buy a small park home or caravan for myself and the kids. It won't be much, but it will be ours, and nobody can take it away from us. I'm currently in the process of selling all my collectibles, furniture and worldly goods to try and raise some of the money myself, but anything you could donate to give my family some stability would be appreciated from the very bottom of my heart.

You can read more about my story and donate here:

I hate that it has come to this, I feel so much shame and guilt for being in this position, but I better than anyone know that circumstances can change on a dime, and I hope that all the good and kindness (and fanfiction!!) I've put out into the world might come back to me now.

Please share if you can, donate if you can, and thank you for reading.

Let's bust out the big guns.

CAT TUMBLR! FURRY TUMBLR! I SUMMON THEE!

Every donation $20 or greater gets you...

A photo of my cat Mister Frodo, on request!

OR

A custom drawing of YOUR FURSONA!

You heard me, fursona art!

LETS GOOOOO!

Congratulations!

CLOSE-UPS!

Soooo...I've started doing Good Omens fan vids. It's fun and I really enjoy making them. I also like to watch them. Maybe you do, too. So here they are:

Uptown Girl (Archangel Michael)

You Give Love A Bad Name (Angelfish/Ineffable Administrators) Short Version Long Version

Wrong bitch(Aziraphale)

I want you (Angelfish/Ineffable administrators)

Mother (Archangel Michael)

I touch myself (Angelfish)

Also gifs:

Deputy Officer Archangel Michael More Archangel Michael

My stories are not for everyone. 

My stories will bore some readers. Some readers will hate them. Some won’t understand, won’t connect the dots, won’t relate to the characters. Some won’t because they can’t, some won’t because they don’t want to, but most won’t simple because my stories just aren’t for them.

My stories aren’t for everyone.

My stories are for me.

And they’re for the readers who will love them. They’re for the reader who have already loved them. For the readers who will see what I see in them and feel the characters and the world the way I do. They’re for the readers who wanted these stories before they even knew they existed. They’re for the readers they’ll make smile, the readers they’ll stick with, and the readers they’ll save.

And just because my stories aren’t for everyone doesn’t make them worth any less to the people they are for. 

Not everyone likes butterflies. Not everyone likes spiders. But the people who love those creatures more than anything else would lose a part of themselves if they didn’t exist. 

So no, my stories are not for everyone. But that doesn’t matter.