At least, I think. I want to document my work on my fanfictions and orginal book thingys. Ha, a real book would be great. This is also a place to post random things while I write! The main point of this blog is to keep track of my own writing in future referece for myself
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So basically I have a notes app called color note. Every time there's a beat whether it be a pause or a character action, you click next and it puts it under the first.
Like. It balances it and then also allows you to see where to improve. Maybe a character is rambling or maybe not saying enough.
I'm working on a slideshow so i can 'keep' some ideas stright but first i have to format for each fandom in my massive cross over, which lost two worlds and gained another two lol.
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the most fun thing about being a fic author is when you know whatâs supposed to happen but when you go to write it you realise that, for the event to be plausible, you need to add another 2k of development and establish like six extra things before you can even get to the scene you need to write, and by âmost funâ I mean fuck everything someone take this fucking story away from me Iâm on strike
one thing that always sticks out at me in fandom discourse is this assumption that âquantity of fanworks about a thingâ is equivalent to âhow much people care about the thingâ which I always find a bit ?? bcos for me itâs always been like
#oversimplified but basically correct#the other element is âhow much space in this world is there to play withâ#which doesnât correlate directly to quality or level of love for the thingÂ
YES THIS! I mean, I loved The Goblin Emperor and have reread it three times, I loved the Chalion books, Discworld⌠but whether or not I love a thing has very little to do with whether it offers purchase for my scrabbling little fannish claws. There needs to be a crack in the plot for that, something left to explore or a possibility ignored, and it needs to be the right *kind* of possibility for the kind of fanworks I want to create, too.
#sometimes you get a lovely house #and maybe you putter around a bit and paint the bathroom #but not much #and sometimes #you stand there going âwell this house has Good Bones but some idiot covered it with bad carpet and tried to make it an open floor planâ #and you have to get out the Sledgehammer of AUs and the Belt Sander of Consistent Characterization (via @beradan)
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Is there a word for that like, âbright darknessâ you get in winter?? When itâs been snowing or itâs supposed to snow past sunset and the sky isnât Dark Enough. One of my favorite things
Thanks to @raindropwindow and a handful of articles, itâs called snow albedo, skyglow, snowglow, or just light scattering! Itâs the result of moon- or artificial light reflecting off ground snow, low clouds, or ice crystals.
This isnt a joke my favorite piece of writing advice that Iâve ever seen is someone that said if you were stuck with a fic and couldnât figure out why or what was wrong, your problem is actually usually about ten sentences back. Maybe there was something wonky about the tone or the dialogue or you added something that didnât fit but itâs usually ten sentences back. And every single time I get stuck in a fic I count back ten sentences and itâs always fucking there
Another for the Phic Phight 2021! 4,596 words. Rated T for mean girl shit.
FFN || AO3
Danny finds out why Paulina and Sam actually hate each other. Prompt by Ozone.
I had actually been planning on writing this before it was a Phic Phight prompt, and had even started writing it already! I refuse to believe that Sam would just hate a girl for no reason.
The "Danny and Sam meeting in detention in 7th grade" is a nod to Myaibou's The Lunch Club. I love that being the way the trio met. This author has a lot of other great fics too, I highly recommend!
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âSo Iâm thinking about organizing a rally against police violence. Would you guys want to join?â Sam asked her two friends at lunch. She was poking at her salad.
âYeah! Something Iâll actually want to do!â Tucker exclaimed, forcing Sam to fist bump.
âSweet. How about you Danny?â
âYeah, Iâm in,â Danny popped a fry into his mouth and grinned.
âAwesome! Okay so, I was thinking next weekend at the park. We can make flyers and posters and make an event on social media to get people interested. Would you mind doing that Tucker?â Sam pulled up her checklist on her phone.
âHuh? Yeah sure. Remind me later.â
âDanny, do you think we could maybe have a short appearance from Phantom? I feel like having a celebrity of sorts would really get people excited,â Sam continued. After no reply from Danny, she glanced up at her two friends, noticing they were distracted once again by Paulina. Sam rolled her eyes. âDanny?â
âUh huh. Sure.â
Sam let out a sigh of frustration. âWe could even reveal your secret, make a huge event out of it.â
âYeah, yeah. I feel you,â Tucker replied.
âAnd then I can jump off the roof in a pink tutuâŚâ Sam added.
âSounds good,â Danny sighed and rested his head in his hand.
âThen Iâll mud wrestle my parents in a floral bikini.â
âYeah that sucks,â Danny replied again.
Sam just groaned, âYou guys arenât even listening to me!â
Danny glanced at her. âYeah we are! Something about a uhâŚ.poster? Environment thing?â
Tucker finally looked at her as well. âDid you say something about you wearing a bikini?â
âArgh! Stop staring at Paulina for two seconds please!â She drummed her fingernails on the table impatiently.
âWait, Samâs wearing a bikini? But itâs winter!â Danny replied to Tuckerâs comment.
Sam let out a small scream and started packing her stuff up. âUgh, forget it!â
Noticing Sam was about to leave, Danny put a hand on her shoulder to sit her back down. âNo no no, donât leave Sam! You have our attention.â
âReally? Because it seems to me you two were just making a puddle of drool that would still be less shallow than Paulina.â Sam glared at the girl in question, who was clinging to Dash and trying to get his attention as Kwan put forks up his nose to look like a walrus.
âJeeze, lay off. Whatâs your problem with Paulina?â Tucker turned back towards his friends and sipped at his energy drink. It had been a long night capturing Technus.
âYeah, you just hated her from day one. She didnât do anything! She literally just moved here,â Danny added.
âNo, she didnât. You just never noticed her until other guys started to. And I have my reasons.â Sam stabbed at her salad harshly, as if she was making a Paulina voodoo doll out of her food.
âWell then, why? Why do you hate her?â
âI donât just hate her. She hates me too. Itâs a mutual hate,â Sam growled.
âOkay but why?â Tucker chimed in.
âI donât want to talk about it,â Sam said shortly.
âWell either tell us or stop complaining,â Tucker replied.
Danny made a grab for her fork and held it away from her. âDanny, give me my fork back.â
âNo,â Danny said stubbornly. âWeâre your best friends! You can tell us anything. And trust me, Iâm desperate to hear your reasoning.â
Both boys stared her down. She would have stabbed both of them with her fork if she still had it. She was pissed. But then Dannyâs stare down turned into his puppy dog eyes and pout, which she knew he knew would get her to cave. Damn him. She turned her focus to Tucker so she could keep her angry face, but he too started pouting. Sam hated when they ganged up on her like this. She could usually save face when Tucker pouted. Dannyâs big sad questioning eyes almost always swayed her. She could get either of them to cave with a glare or, in very rare cases, her puppy dog eyes. It was so rare that it would immediately get her what she wanted. But when two of them ganged up on the remaining member of the trio, it was difficult to say no.
Sam let out a long groan. âFine. If you can actually focus and not stare at the queen bee for two minutes, Iâll tell you.â As soon as that was out of her mouth, both boys stood up straight and focused all their attention on her, eager to finally hear why the two girls despised each other so much. âAnd we will never bring this up again. What I tell you doesnât leave this table.â Both boys nodded unanimously. âOkay, remember those few years from 3rd grade to 6th grade when I went to a different school?â The boys nodded again. âWell, I never really told you guys why I was only there for a few years. You obviously know the part about my parents wanting to send me to a different school after that fiasco with the lunch box in 2nd grade, but they forced me to go to a private school. In 5th grade, Paulina moved to Amity Park from Florida. And...ugh, this is gross...WeâŚâ She trailed off and muttered something the boys didnât catch.
âWhat?â Both boys pressed.
âWe...used to be...friends,â Sam choked the words out.
Both Danny and Tuckerâs eyes widened, eyebrows raised in complete surprise. They thought Paulina moved here in 9th grade, but of course if she went to the private school, they never would have seen her. They definitely didnât hang out in the same places or with the same people. Hell, they forgot Sam existed until she went back to public school again in 7th grade with her goth look. Before that, they werenât even friends with Sam, just classmates. Then all three of them had to spend a week in detention with each other, they became friends, and the rest is history. Samâs break in private school was the reason they were still learning some things about her, like her playing video games and her family being wealthy. It was shocking that her and Paulina were friends once upon a time, because now the girls wouldnât even talk to each other or acknowledge each other.
âWhat happened?â Tucker asked in dismay.
âArmageddon.â
âClass, please welcome our new student Paulina Sanchez. She moved here all the way from Florida!â Mrs. Wellington clapped her hands, motioning for her students to do the same. âMiss Sanchez, there is an empty seat behind Miss Manson. Miss Manson, please raise your hand.â
Sam Manson raised her hand as she studied the new girl. She seemed nice enough. She couldnât tell if they had the same style or not because they had to wear uniforms, but she had a pretty butterfly clip in her long wavy hair. Paulina had some pink lipgloss on and already looked like she wasâŚ.developing - even at 10 years old. She smiled at Sam and took her seat behind her.
Once the teacher started getting their math lesson started, Paulina whispered in Samâs ear. âI love your bow, itâs so pretty!â
Sam smiled and glanced back at the new girl. âThanks! I like your clip. Do you want to sit with me and my friends at lunch today?â
âYes please! I donât know anyone in this weird town.â
âIâm Samantha. Samantha Manson.â She stuck her hand out.
Paulina, with a perfect manicure, shook Samâs hand. âNice to meet you.â
For the entirety of 5th grade, Sam and Paulina had become nearly inseparable. They played with Paulinaâs large dollhouse when they got together after school, they skipped rope and chanted nursery rhymes at recess, and braided each otherâs hair at lunch. There werenât many kids at the private school, for it was very exclusive...and expensive.
That fact had been Pamela Mansonâs primary reason for sending her daughter to that school. Public school was turning her sweet daughter into a barbarian. Fighting with boys at school? Well, considering the boy threw up in her lunch box, the fight was almost justified. Almost. The Mansons were disgusted that the teachers would allow that to happen. Samantha had only been in public school in the first place due to her grandmotherâs persistence. Ida Manson insisted public school would be better for their little Sammykins. She would meet more people that way. Reluctantly, Pamela and Jeremy agreed. Although the Mansons were furious at first that their little girl had gotten in trouble, they were eventually delighted because they now had an excuse to send Samantha to a better and more dignified school.
Pamela Manson adored Paulina. She was glad her daughter had finally picked a proper friend. Samantha had been getting a little too close with those two boys who always riled her up. Folten or Fenton or something. Foley? She didnât care to remember, her daughter wouldnât be seeing them anymore. Paulina wore pretty pink dresses and was always groomed properly and well behaved. She had hoped Paulina would be a better influence on Sam after those boys. Plus, Pamela loved outings with the Sanchez family. She and Isabella had frequent mother-daughter outings with their girls.
Everything was perfect until 6th grade started. A few weeks into that first semester, all hell broke loose.
âHey guys,â Sam sat down at her lunch table, joining Paulina and a few other girls she had become friends with.
âHey Samantha!â
âSamantha, Kylie was just telling me how pretty my hair is!â Paulina bragged.
âIt is lovely,â Sam commented, opening up her lunch box and discarding the meat products her mom had the butler slip in. Paulina had originally thought it was a little odd that Sam did that, but when her friend explained it was because she loved animals so much, Paulina agreed that they were too cute to eat but kept on with her own ways.
âI know!â Paulina chirped.
âWow, Samantha. Your hair is really pretty too!â Kylie reached out a hand and started running her fingers through Samâs almost hip-length black hair. âOooh and itâs so soft!â A few other girls joined Kylie in playing with Samâs hair.
âThanks,â Sam laughed. She really didnât care, but she found it amusing that her friends were so enthralled by her hair.
âWhat about mine?â Paulina pouted, upset the attention wasnât on her anymore.
âYours isnât as soft, but itâs still nice!â One of the girls replied, still enamoured with Samâs raven locks. âIs this your natural color?â Samâs nod was followed up with coos of approval.
Paulina crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes at the other girls. Sam was her best friend. She loved Sam. But Sam didnât care about that kind of stuff. Paulina did! She was used to getting more attention from people. Paulina was the first in their grade to get a bra, she liked to flirt with boys, and she loved being pampered. When outside of school, Sam didnât really dress up anymore. She would just wear dark t-shirts and shorts and put her hair up into a ponytail. She wouldnât even let Paulina put flowers in her hair to make her more girly! Instead, Sam scolded her for killing a living thing and disrupting nature or something stupid like that.
After Sam and her family had taken a short visit to one of the industrial plants they owned, she hadnât been the same. Sam had told Paulina that there was trash in all the pretty trees and flowers, and then Sam had done some research and found out that her parentsâ friendsâ companies tested on animals, polluted the environment, and had poor labor conditions. She was really upset about it and thought things were wrong, and Paulina would just politely agree with her. She liked that Sam loved the earth and stuff, but then it started to get really annoying.
Sam started reading these weird books after their class learned about Edgar Allan Poe. Stuff about magic and mythology and the occult. Even though Paulina and the other girls thought it was weird, Sam was still their friend. Kind of. Paulina was going to drop Sam until she had been invited to the Manson mansion and found out just how rich Samâs family was. That kept Sam in good standing with Paulina. Despite the weird factor, Sam was still admired. Sam got better grades than Paulina. Sam got attention from boys because she would still play kickball in her jumper and didnât mind getting dirty. Samâs family had a bigger house than Paulinaâs. Samâs family had more money. Samâs hair was softer, longer, prettier than Paulinaâs.
As Paulina watched her friends doting on Sam, taking turns to play with Samâs hair, she realized she was a little jealous. No matter how hard Paulina had flaunted herself and tried to show up Sam, she felt like Sam always won in the end. It was extra annoying because Sam was so nice. Everyone loved her. Everyone wanted to hang out with her. Sam was a lot of things Paulina tried so hard to be, and Sam had done everything so effortlessly. It wasnât fair!
They were both very dominant girls, and Paulina realized there wasnât enough room for the both of them. She needed to prove to everyone, to herself, that she was better and she was in charge of things. Filthy rich or not, Paulina began to ice Sam out and Sam didnât even seem to notice! After trying and failing to persuade the other girls to drop Sam, she realized she would need to take more drastic measures. She could make people not like Sam anymore. She could make her hair prettier than Samâs. Sure, it was petty and low, but petty and low is what teenagers are.
Paulina ignored the lesson and stared at the back of Samâs hair. It was so shiny and looked so soft. Sam smiled as she felt Paulina pulling her long black hair onto her desk, blocking Paulinaâs view of her textbook. Paulina pretended to play with Samâs hair as she dug something out of her purse. After a few minutes, Paulina had shoved several sticks of gum in her mouth, chomping spitefully as she stared at Samâs hair. Paulina silently spit the large wad of gum into her hand and she carefully placed it on top of Samâs hair. Furiously but nonchalantly slamming her text book shut with Samâs hair and the gum still in the middle of it. That should get the gum thoroughly stuck in her hair. Paulina grinned to herself as she tried opening the textbook again, the pages stuck to the hair and gum mess she had made.
When the class all stood up to go to lunch, Sam cried out as Paulinaâs textbook yanked her head back. âWhat?â Sam tried to figure out what was going on, looking behind her.
âOh my god!â A boy in the class yelled, which caught the attention of the rest of the class, causing them to start yelling as well. The teacher scrambled over to see what was wrong, trying to get Samâs hair out of the textbook.
âOw!â Sam yelled and glanced back at Paulina, who pretended to be shocked as she covered her mouth with her hands.
âOh no Samantha! Iâm so sorry, it was an accident!â
Tears welled up in Samâs eyes as the situation got progressively worse. The teacher told all the kids to go to lunch as she worked on Samâs hair in the classroom alone. It was no use. The teacher grabbed some scissors and began cutting as low as she could. âIâm so sorry sweetie.â
Sam sat there furiously, eyes full of tears. She knew Paulina had done that on purpose. Paulina had been meaner to her lately and they werenât allowed to have gum in class! She reached back and felt her choppy hair that now landed a little past her shoulders. When the class had returned from lunch, they were all gasping and pointing at Samâs hair.
Though the teacher had given Paulina a detention and made her pay a fine to replace the textbook, Sam didnât feel that was a fair punishment. The teacher had sent Sam home and apologized profusely to Pamela Manson, who had called the school screaming and demanding the teacher be fired. Samâs hair had to be cut even shorter to even it out; it now sat about an inch or so above her shoulders.
âOh yeah, thatâs pretty shitty,â Danny commented as Sam finished the story.
Tucker nodded his head in agreement. âYeah thatâs pretty low.â
Sam sighed as she ran her hand through her hair. She had kept it short so Paulina wouldnât get the chance to mess with it again. âThatâs not the end of the story.â
Tucker and Danny exchanged a look as she continued.
Sam had stopped going near Paulina after that, but she still hadnât forgiven the girl. Her mom, though angry at Paulina, told Sam to just leave it alone. Like hell Sam was going to let her get away with this. At lunch the next day, she snuck an innocent little worm on Paulinaâs lunch when she wasnât looking. Paulina of course screamed and caused a commotion, easily pointing the finger at Sam. Teachers had no proof Sam did anything, so they just got Paulina a new lunch and told her to calm down.
Pranks and nasty incidents just escalated after that, until Paulina had done something so terrible it got Sam expelled.
Paulina had a crush on Ricky (ironically no relation to Lunch Box Ricky) and Ricky was chatting away happily with Sam about some comic book. Paulina was already over all the pranks: spiders in her purse, âaccidentallyâ ruining her new shirt...Sam had been careful to not leave behind too much evidence so she never got in trouble. Paulina wasnât as clever and had to serve a few detentions. And now, Sam was trying to steal her new boyfriend away from her! She knew she needed to not only win this war, but completely end it. And fast.
Sam had been called into the office the next day. Her parents were also called in to meet with the teacher, vice principal, and principal. Apparently, there were some naked pictures of Sam floating around the school, which was against their code of conduct. As much as Sam explained that wasnât her and that Paulina was just trying to get back at her, her parents were threatening to send her to a boarding school and she would be suspended for the rest of the year. When Sam tried to confront Paulina about everything, Paulina admitted getting Ricky, who was in yearbook and owed her for letting him get to second base, to poorly photoshop some images together and make it seem like Sam had taken naked photos of herself. Though some kids backed Sam up and validated that Paulina had in fact done that on purpose, Sam ended up getting expelled for punching Paulina square in the face. Paulina said she wanted a nose job anyway. Plus, the stuck up bitch had stuck gum to the side of Samâs head AGAIN, forcing Sam to shave half of her head.
More kids came forward about the feuding girls as Paulina continued to spread rumors about Sam being a freak and pretending to be rich when she wasnât. Paulina was so shallow; she only cared about looks and popularity and money (and got the rest of the students at the school on board with being snobby and stuck up) - she showed no remorse for treating her former best friend, who kindly helped her gain her footing in Amity Park, the way she did.
The Mansons eventually learned the truth of what happened and cut off all ties with the Sanchez family after having a huge screaming fit over the phone. Though the school had apologized and said Sam could return to school, the damage had already been done and her parents never forgave the school. Sam and her grandmother had convinced her parents that she could go back to public school for 7th grade. Her parents had continued to force their daughter to go back to the way she was before all of this happened, but Sam just continued to pull away from them. She became spiteful and grim, and had a really hard time trusting anyone after that.
âAnd thatâs why I never told you guys about my wealth and why you knew so little about me. I didnât trust people anymore. It just seemed like people would only talk to me because they knew who my family was. I mean, we didnât just get rich off of toothpicks. We have an empire.â Sam finished quietly. Then, she gave a small smile. âBut I know now that I can trust you guys. Weâve been through so much in such a short amount of time. And honestly? I wouldnât trade you guys for anything. Iâd rather have two great friends than fifty so-called friends who only liked me for shallow reasons. Plus, after I decked Paulina, I was kind of blacklisted.â Her smile widened, pride beaming through.
âWow. Sorry Sam, we didnât know.â Danny rested a hand on her shoulder comfortingly.
âI know.â Sam rested her hand on Dannyâs, causing both teens to go a little pink in the face.
âWait wait wait. So youâre telling me thereâs nude photos of you somewhere?â Tucker leaned his elbows on the table and clasped his hands together.
Sam rolled her eyes. âNo, moron. They were photoshopped. I mean the skin tone didnât even match, I donât know how the school thought that was real. I think they were just so shocked anything like that could happen with 6th graders.â
Dannyâs face turned more red at the thought of nude photos of Sam existing somewhere, fake or not. He was angry that someone would try to hurt Sam that way, but he was more embarrassed of himself because he was now picturing his best friend naked. His hand suddenly felt hot on her shoulder and he yanked it away quickly with Sam shooting him only a questioning look. He grumbled something under his breath and scooted his chair so his lap was more under the table. Now was not the time.
Tucker snorted. âAmateurs. I was better at photoshop when I was 5 years old.â
Sam laughed. âThatâs exactly what I was thinking. Anyway, I guess Paulinaâs parents switched her to public school for 9th. I guess the private school didnât have a cheer squad or something,â Sam shrugged. âWhen I saw Paulina show up here on the first day of school, I was honestly shocked and a little terrified. Before anything could get out, I cornered her and we swore to never acknowledge that we even knew each other and to stay away from each other. I tried giving her benefit of the doubt, hoping she changed, but then she set up and blew off Danny at the dance to make a jab at me-â
âWhat?!â Danny exclaimed. âThatâs why she ditched me?!â
Sam ignored him and continued, âand I just realized she would never change. She was always going to be shallow and petty, but I would let her start fresh at Casper as long as she stayed far far away from me. Iâm too exhausted to care anymore. But yeah, people stopped hanging out with me and started calling me a freak, especially when I became goth. Thatâs why I hate it when my parents try to push pink and girly on me, it reminds me of that time. It was pretty lonely and I was starting to get self-destructive, until you guys came along.â She smiled softly at them. âYou guys saved my life.â
Both boys had their jaws dropped, completely unaware that there had been that huge of a backstabbing backstory that clearly affected Sam way more than she cared to admit.
âYou were hurting yourself?â Dannyâs voice sounded broken. Sam was so strong now. He never would have thought that she could have killed herself before he even got to meet her. He was suddenly very glad he started talking to her in detention back in 7th grade.
Sam nodded. âYeah, I kinda hate that I did that. I promise Iâm better now. Between you guys and a lot of therapy, I feel better about myself than I ever have. Itâs stupid,â she added, âbecause I really did find myself because of all she did to me, so in a way I should thank herâŚâ
âUh, no. Iâm surprised you havenât killed her yet. Especially after she tried stealing Dan-â Tucker shut his mouth after he received a swift kick to the shin. Apparently now was not the time to tease Sam about her crush on Danny.
âYeah. Youâre really so kind, Sam. You have a good heart. I know I would have handled that situation a lot worse than you did,â Danny disclosed.
âTrue. Our Sammy has a soft spot after all.â Tucker huffed as he received another kick for calling her by the nickname he knew she hated. Only Danny could get away with that one.
âShhh. Youâll tarnish my reputation,â Sam said in amusement.
The bell rang and students in the cafeteria all stood at once, cleaning their tables and making their way towards their next class. When Paulina passed their table, Danny grimaced.
âI canât look at her the same anymore,â Danny remarked.
Tucker nodded, âSame, dude.â
âGuys, please. This is all as much of a secret as Dannyâs identity is, okay? I donât want that drama coming back. I get revenge in my dreams. Just let her be, itâs not worth it.â Sam threw her spider backpack over her shoulder.
Tucker glanced at Danny before smirking. âAww, Sam. Too good for this world. Too pure.â
Danny threw an arm around Samâs shoulder as they walked to their next class. âSuch a cinnamon roll.â
Sam groaned at the boys, âStooooopppppp!â Tucker caught up to them and tried giving Sam a noogie, but his hand was slapped away swiftly. âNo. None of that.â She pointed her finger sternly at him. Her head suddenly snapped towards Danny, who was smiling innocently despite the little tug he gave to her ponytail.
âDonât worry, Tuck. Sam would never hurt us. Sheâs a softie inside, like a marshmallow.â Danny laughed as she shot him a look.
âIâm plotting both of your murders in my head, just so you know,â Sam grumbled.
Dannyâs arm tightened around Sam protectively, pulling her a little closer as Elliot walked up to them.
âHey Sam, I-â Elliotâs eyes widened as she pulled out a switchblade from her pocket and pointed it towards him. âNever mind!â He scurried away quickly, slipping in the process.
Danny stiffened and Tucker stared nervously at the knife. âDo you always carry that thing around?â
Sam smiled sickenly sweet, âStill soft?â Tucker shook his head. âThatâs what I thought.â She closed the blade and shoved it back in her pocket, smiling because their teasing did cheer her up.
Danny gave her a soft squeeze before removing his arm as they entered the classroom. âOnly the people who earned it get to know the real Sam, the one with the kind heart whoâs also tough as nails. Right?â
I've desided to redeisgn my sheets of character information. I won't include anything past nicknames, but I want to get rid speciel notices and just mark it for character sheet, so I can one day delete it was sheets and if I need it, reference my character sheet
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Iâm working on a tagging system for a fic Iâm writing, so I can find the work if it is a character, place, or object to double check rules. The problem is I just realised that there is a handful of doubles in my list of characters
Like if it is gargoyles, there was two bronx and two goliath items. The problem is I have a chart of number of characters and they were counted twice which throws off my data
Another problem is if a character has changes species, which is pretty often because of magic running around but like. geeze thats a lot of pentential tags
Iâm working on a tagging system for a fic Iâm writing, so I can find the work if it is a character, place, or object to double check rules. The problem is I just realised that there is a handful of doubles in my list of characters
Like if it is gargoyles, there was two bronx and two goliath items. The problem is I have a chart of number of characters and they were counted twice which throws off my data
Another problem is if a character has changes species, which is pretty often because of magic running around but like. geeze thats a lot of pentential tags