#basic premise

In the right universe, Merlin proposes with fireworks over the Thames two weeks before his 23nd birthday, and Arthur curses him through breathless kisses for getting there first as he thinks about the ring hidden in his sock drawer.

In the right universe, they never get married.

In the right universe, Arthur never makes it to 25.

In the right universe, Arthur gets shot, fatally, in the middle of a mugging that never should have escalated, and Merlin’s surge of power when he finds him wipes out all of the electrical grids in a 100 kilometre radius.

In the right universe, Merlin dies three weeks, four days, and seven hours after Arthur’s heart stops beating, slipping into a coma triggered by the lethal combination of his sudden magic, utter devastation, and returning memories that he never wakes up from.

In the right universe, Merlin and Arthur are buried together in a small plot in Wales that they’d bought to build their house on once Merlin grew tired of academia, and neither of their families find out until they read it the next day in the newspaper mortuaries.

In the right universe, the natural cycle is never disrupted.

With Bowman of Wellwood finally being published, It’s a good time to give a synopsis of the story for anyone who might not know what it actually is (I doubt I have any followers haven’t seen at least a glimpse or a mention of Bowman, but I could be mistaken).

Bowman Leafwing is always flying himself right into trouble. In an idyllic forest haven, a young wood sprite must make his own adventures, and Bowman does so by sneaking out at night to fly in the dark. After a race with his friends is interrupted by an owl, Bowman makes a discovery that the village of Wellwood hasn’t seen in generations.

Giant beings right out of the legends have moved into the forest, and though Bowman was once proud of his lofty four inch height, these newcomers tower over even him. Curiosity and miscommunication land Bowman in trouble, and he is left wondering: are these "humans" enemies, or are they allies?

Bowman Leafwing is a four-inch-tall wood sprite, a species I have designed based on several different forest fairy (and general fae) legends. Wellwood is the name of the forest he calls home, with a village at its center housing a whole community of sprites. They are a pacifist group, though they are willing to defend themselves from predators.

Enter Jacob Andris, a human camper who stands quite tall among his peers at six feet (and he’s not even fully grown yet). When Jacob discovers Bowman snooping around his campsite, he’s too fascinated. Somehow, he will have to work past a very rude (and grabby) first impression to earn back Bowman’s trust, in time for a much bigger threat than a fascinated camper to come to the forest.

Featuring Bowman Leafwing

(Artwork by @mythical-cupcake )

and Jacob Andris

( Artwork by @kindii )

My Writing Process – Don’t Really Have One

For some reason I’ve recently been giving a lot of thought to my writing process and I came to the conclusion I don’t really have one. At least, not in the conventional sense when someone thinks about how an author writes a book. Usually it involves notions of slaving away over the words, crafting each sentence to perfection, doing rewrite after rewrite, ling editing, copy editing, proofing and…

Hey, welcome to the crazy that is undertale tumblr! B)

Thank you for the interest! But haha, there’s no main post, really– all the stories/plot points etc. are scattered around in different posts, but im happy to explain it to you here ^^

It’s basically a love story revolving around Death Reaper/God Sans and Life Goddess Toriel. Due to all the “life” that Tori kept creating, it created an imbalance in the world that needed to be fixed. Asgore, Gerson, and Gaster (father god, wisdom god, and magic god) then decided that Death needed to be created in order to reap the sous of the humans. Tori, disgusted by this and not understanding it and seeing it as a betrayal, left the realm of the gods to hide in the “mortal” realm and continue her work there.

Therefore, when Death was created, she did not know their face. Gaster, using his magic, was able to create Death, but obviously he couldn’t create “life.” So Death was created by magic, but it was imperfect, and both Sans and Papyrus were born from it. They were very “blank” at first– no personalities, no ‘life’. When they reaped the souls ready to be harvested due to the famine and plagues, that’s when they grew personalities from their experiences. Sans saw the horror of death, and became very cold and detached. Papyrus was traumatised, and learned empathy and pity. With their creation– “mortality” truly came to existence.

They’re both death gods–like two sides of the same coin–but Sans handles the judging while Papyrus does most of the reaping; however, Sans usually takes over the darker jobs, to save Papyrus from the trauma he’d experienced at the beginning.This causes Sans to be very analytical and indifferent.

Then Sans properly meets Toriel at some point–he found her, when she was in hiding– and whelp~ The love story begins from there, where life and death learn from each other and realise that the other is necessary for balance B)

And it should also be noted that impossibly occupies is the proper verb phrase, seeing as how the diner (for it is a diner) very much appears and disappears and moves throughout the boroughs of New York City seemingly at will. It is, in fact, entirely at will. No one's really sure how, but we'll return to this point at a later date.

No, the proper place of the restaurant in question is "Here, in New York City", and the proper name of the restaurant is not FOOD. It isn't even Nick's Diner or Fury's Diner or Nick $&#!ing Fury's Diner. It's simply "That one place with the food sign which moves around randomly." Of course, that's an exceptionally long non-name, so most of it's patron just refer to it as "FOOD" or "Nick's Diner".

Astute readers may have noticed while the name and permanent location are both unknown and unknowable, the proprietor is very much known, and thusly explains much that has remained unasked. After all, one colonel Nicholas Joseph Fury isn't a man without secrets. The spy of spies practically invented them, and for whatever reason, as long as anyone can remember, has run this place. Now, no one's sure if it's the true blue Nick Fury, or a clone, or an LMD, or an alternate universe version, or what have you, but the man with the eyepatch is most definitely at least a waiter. The cook remains unknown, and is rumored to also be Nick Fury (either Jr. or one of a aforementioned alternate versions), but then occasionally a toque is seen through a window in back, and Fury would never wear a toque.

Right?