#empires fall

I am not the Anon who left that correction ask, but god, I wish I was. How are you so bad at spelling and grammar? You have 0 improvement over the years you have been writing. Dare I say your writing and let’s be honest your ideas, just have gotten worse. It is kind of impressive. The fact that those nasty incest writers have a better grasp on the language than you is honestly embarrassing.

You remind me of a sex worker: desperate to please your John, but they don’t truly care for you and your ideas. All they want is a quick fix, they take any kind of low quality product they can get their disgusting hands on.

P.S Who measures their writing by page count? That literally tells you NOTHING about how much writing is in there? Are you completely retarded?

So your admitting you been a Desperate Fanfiction Junkie whose been coming to my page to read my content for years?

For a quick fix, huh?

Meaning you have been consuming my "Shitty" stories & ideas as you very kindly went around the bush to say for years.

Stories that ranges anywhere from Five google doc pages to well Fifty. Depending on my mood and how I want My stories length to be?.

Also funny you want to bring up the Incest writers that has nothing to do with how write let alone why i write. Do you fucks with the incest? Is that why your so pissy in my ask box going off?

Did my disgust for your yummy yum hurt your wittle fee-fees?

Saw my one post of me venting that I find it disgusting and wouldn't write Abel x Adam and got your little panties in a twist about and went looking for something to bitch about in my ask box.

And It was you poor limp boner at my grammar and spelling?

I mean babe, I don't think that really matters if you come and admit that you been here for years reading my shit.

Did you really think Fanfiction was supposed to be Top Teir, Best Selling Novel that has a whole entire team of ghost writers, and Spelling & Grammar checkers?

Cause if so babes, you need to get off fanfiction and go buy & pick up physically books if you wanted that kind of content.

I write for myself, Always have, Always will.

I don't do this shit to get internet famous. I do it because I like it, and why not put it out there in case someone else will like it too.

Yet its funny when it turns out how many people come and like and love it too. Even come and ask me for specific requests of a story because they like my writing enough to ask.

Page count, Which is nothing to you, Is something to me because it shows me how excited I was to write that particular "shitty" story and Idea. Like wow, I liked MY work on this idea so much to write 20 pages, 30 pages, 50 pages ect, ect.

And guess what babes? Ima fucking do it again, and again until my heart is content.

(Me on my way to write my stupid shitty stoires and ideas, that no one really likes.)

Not even gonna lie, I fucking laughed at the little sex worker joke. That was funny! Trying to call me the desperate sex worker and yet here you are the desperate client who keeps running back for your fix.

Fun thing about sex workers babes, they make can make a lot of bank over their "Poor Johns" simply because their oh so "Poor Johns" are really the desperate poor fucks that keep going back to the sex worker. Hints why Sex work will ALWAYS be around no mater what.

Know what, i honestly wish you had the balls to come out and say it all this on your main account. Simply so i could now know who my desperate little johnie is who got big mad because I curb stomped on their taboo kink.

Anyways my little johnie, This was fun, Really it was! But Im bored and ima go back to writing my shitty stories and Ideas however I want too.

WHO KNOWS maybe i will do a google doc spell check a few times.

Maybe i won't, The possibilities are just endless when it comes to Fanfiction writing.

Empires Fall

I entered another flash fic fest, and this one won two awards, including best angst! It's a Wolfstar end of first war break up!

october 1981

The cherry at the end of his cigarette was the only light in the room.

It only lit up his face and a bubble of the surrounding area, and only when Remus sucked down more of the smoke.

He should probably turn the lights on. It hadn’t been dark when he sat down, but the sun didn’t seem to care that he had been left in the dark for so long.

Remus should have figured out how to turn on the light long ago.

OC Halloween Challenge

Day 12: Superhero AU — Kayla Astor, Liam Hughes, & Zach Goode as Marvel’s Runaways

Every teenager thinks their parents are evil

Lin-Manuel Miranda

Because no daughter colony had ever truly split from mother country before, it was probably assumed by some that even if a revolution or split was attempted, it would fail and result in the American colonies reverting back to Britain. In addition, the American colonists already expressed their grievances and then asked for some type of reconciliation through the Olive Branch Petition. In this document, the colonists both pledged loyalty to the crown and stated their rights as Englishmen. While adopted by Continental Congress in 1775, this obviously did not prevent the war from happening, but it was an attempt at reconciliation without bloodshed.

Oceans are rising with climate change, though this is probably not what this lyric refers to. Instead, it is most likely a reference to the idea of waves rising and falling on the surface of the ocean. Empires, do, as a rule, fall - though sometimes it takes a very long time. However, in the grand scheme of the history of England, the length of time the American colonies had been a part of the empire was relatively short.

King George III did send armed military to the American colonies in hopes of quelling the unrest and anger. As is clear from the following revolution which shook the world, this did not work. Instead, it had the opposite effect.

Sources: the following sources were used - the collected letters/writings of Alexander Hamilton, Lin-Manuel Miranda’s Hamilton the Revolution, Ron Chernow’s biography of Hamilton, The Intimate Life of Alexander Hamilton by Allan McLane Hamilton, Hamilton by Richard Syllia, and Charles Cerami’s book called Young Patriots.

Livid. Furious. Disappointed. Words could not do justice to the tempest of emotions which Nesta felt. There was simply no way to describe it- that fucking rejection. She had held her head high when the blow was dealt, simply walking out of that stupidly extravagant building. Her sister didn't want her in her city. That was fine. Nesta didn't particularly want to be there anyway. Stood in her dingy hall she couldn't give a fuck about them, she needed to get out. Fast. This place was suffocating her, she couldn't breathe under all its bloody feigned happiness. Sure it was beautiful and idyllic but it was just too forced, it wasn't real. She strode through to her bedroom and packed the few clothes she had in a small pack. Nesta had very few possessions which hadn't been destroyed, by war or herself. She moved to the small kitchen and grabbed a cheap bottle of pub beer. She was a thought away from making for the door before she realized the danger she may be putting herself in. She opened a top cupboard and retrieved a basic health pack containing bandages and the like. Slipping off her current, impractical footwear she searched for some boots. She could only find Elain's gardening wellingtons and put them on anyway. Stepping out her door, she began to lock up. When the fourth lock clicked she stepped back, into the quiet alley and observed her previous residence. "Bye-bye, shit hole" and with that Nesta Archeron was gone.

…

Aching feet and leaden legs failed to stop her from admiring the variety of courts as she trudged on. They truly were beautiful.

Sure, the Night Court was perfect to many but as she trudged on she noticed the mystery in the Day Court’s light and the vulnerability of the Dawn. Her favorite though was not the elaborate showcase of the Winter nor the easiness of the Summer.

She most admired the Autumn. It always was her favorite season but the court. There was something about it that reminded her of home, of herself. It took her breath away, the way the gradients of reds and oranges were like a fire where every flame battled another to see who burned hottest. It almost made her want to live there. Until she remembered the people; Beron, Eris, Lucien. All scorched by the flame. She supposed that she already bore scars though, she would fit right in.

No. Just no, she did not need the label which came when integrating into a society. She had not turned good nor bad. She was Nesta Archeron and she would burn under no one's shadow.

As her feet became numb and bruised anew she supposed she could do with some help in pointing out where she might stay for the night though. She truly was alone. No mother. No father. No Elain or Feyre. No Cassian.

It dawned on her then, exactly what she was leaving behind. Sure, she had let go of the rules and expectations but she had also lost a potential family. She hadn’t had one of those in a long time.

Now she would have all of eternity to find one, she supposed. The realization turned her thoughts to ash once again.

That flame, that anger and pain, and suffering. That was something new. She had not felt anything for months, had been numb and aching for some emotion to let her know that she had made it. That she was alive and kicking. None had come until the fury at being cast away. They had given up on her. All of them.

They did not know- could not fathom- what she was going through, so they gave up. They had no clue as to what power still writhed beneath her skin. At what she could do if she let go of the leash.

Something snapped inside her then. She had nothing else to lose, no one to tell her what she should or shouldn’t do. There were no expectations or standards.

A tendril of her power escaped her. It appeared black, then red as blood. It had a thick, fog-like consistency as it dissipated into the air. She let out a sigh and felt herself completely let go. Her fingers curled, knuckles white, and she aimed for a tree. Death once again was unleashed, something beautiful in the way it danced around the oak’s branches before sucking the life out of it.

With this power, she realized, she was untouchable. The High Lord of the Night Court would tremble at her feet.

Bitch Queen. King Slayer. It all made her and unmade her. She was Nesta Archeron and as she smiled wickedly she forced the earth to quake beneath her.

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Archive Classics • Gallagher Girls (1/?)

Alyssa Solomon in And Most Of All She Is My Sister

Tatiana Jansen in Born To Spy

Kayla Astor (& Liam Hughes) in Empires Fall

Annalise Goode in Kill The Kings

Regina Townsend in No Time To Spy

Paisley Winters in Serein

Cece Johnson in Spying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have

Leia Gallagher in What Is A Gallagher Girl?

Inspired by some of these same covers made by @themildestofwriters for our discord, who also had the idea to make it “archive classics” for ao3

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