#thewispsoftime

happy birfday!

Hey, there’s always someone out there who isn’t going to like you, and there may even be people who hate what you do, but that’s okay! 

Treat the people who love you and what you do over those who don’t. There’s no reason to allow someone to hurt you and cause you to delete you content- which, by extension, hurts your fans and friends. 

It sounds like they took an awful lot of time to tell you things, was any of it constructive? Since it’s on Reddit i’m sort of inclined to think no, it wasn’t, just because they have all the time in the world to was ridiculous narratives of hate because they’ve got nothing else going on in their sad little lives. 

Hey!! I’ve seen your asks before! How are the videos going? I heard last you’ve got a really good schedule going! keep it up! 

If you dont wanna do that, instead do 5, 7, 13, and 15

lmao all of them might be a lot for my exhausted brain to handle so i’ll take the second choice :P

5.) What’s your favorite headcanon you use in fics?

i’ve always headcanon’d that Shaw’s coin actually did some significant damage to Charles’ mental defenses in First Class. i wish it was something that was addressed more in fic, since thats some significant trauma we’re talking about here, but everyone seems to forget about it

i also headcanon that Charles said all that stupid shit on the beach because he just took a fucking coin to the brain via telepathic connection with Shaw, and thats gotta scramble a man’s synapses like no other

7.) How much do you like symbolism in your fics?

i honestly never really consider symbolism in my fics. i just write the fic, and sometimes symbolism happens and sometimes it doesn’t. my Oblivion novelization The Stars Have No Names will, however, deal a little more consciously with symbolism than my smaller fics have

13.) Do you have a favorite character to write for?

i tend to cycle through favorite characters. right now, besides my OC Miralis, who is a sad bab and needs much love, i adore writing Dean Winchester. ALL THE HURT, ALL THE COMFORT!!!

(its weird because i stopped watching after the end of season 9, but im still so invested in his character. lately i’ve been obsessing over stanford era and some aus along that line lmao)

15.) Give us a snippet of something from one of your WIPs!

*rubs hands together* oooh boy okay u asked for it, here’s a snippet from The Stars Have No Names, aka TSHNN for short

The stable girl jerked, eyes snapping open with a yelp of surprise. Miralis backed away, raising the hand not holding her horse’s reins in a show of peace. “I just need my horse tended to,” she said, keeping her voice low. It was a raspy, matter-of-fact voice, that left no room for nonsense of any kind and brooked no argument.

The stable girl squinted at her, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “You comin’ in from a trip, yeah? Spending the night at Talasma’s?”

“That’s generally what people do when they visit the city on a night like this.”

The stable girl was looking more alert now. “First time here, then?”

The edges of Miralis’ lips quirked in a wry smile. “Yes.”

“Right.” The stable girl brushed off the edges of her clothes, smearing dirt into the creases. She held out her hand impatiently for the reins. “What’s ‘is name?”

“He doesn’t have one.”

The stable girl paused in the middle of leading the horse into an empty stall and shot her an offended glance. “No name?” She exclaimed. “Y’ can’t have a horse with no name, ma’am. It won’t trust ya.”

Miralis shifted, suddenly very aware of how very wet and cold she was. “There wasn’t a need for one,” she said simply. The stable girl stared at her suspiciously, then returned to her previous task of leading the gelding into its stall. She began to untack the saddle.

Miralis leaned against a post, letting the weariness that had been her constant companion for three years weigh down on her limbs. She’d been traveling for a very long, long time. The rain was nothing like the fair days in High Rock, nor the dusty sand of Hammerfell that she’d slowly gotten used to, and it showed in the way that chills trembled up and down her spine.

“You can name him, if you’d like.” Miralis offered, not bothering to conceal her exhaustion.

The stable girl didn’t look up, although she did pause briefly. “Really?”

“I don’t see why not.”

The girl frowned. “Alright, then.” She examined the gelding closely, setting the saddle and its dripping blanket aside. “Tempest,” she announced at last, with all the weight of a grand proclamation. “Since he came here during a storm.”

“It’s a good name,” Miralis replied tiredly. There was a pause, while she watched the girl begin the process of rubbing her horse down. “And what’s your’s?”

“Isabelle.”

“Another fine name.” With an effort, Miralis hefted herself off the post and pressed a small coin into the girl’s hand. “Thank you for taking care of him– Tempest, that is.”

Isabelle grinned. A tooth was missing on one side, but it was a strangely charming smile. “Thanks, ma’am. I’ll put it to good use.”