YogFairy AU(On Hiatus)

Danny SB is more of a singer than a dancer.

Nobody Likes Mermaid Bites: Part I

Honeydew likes to use apples in his bakery in the Autumn.

Usually in the first days of Autumn, fairies like to take part in activities like leaf-surfing, berry harvesting, and collecting supplies for the harder, hasher winter ahead.

Fool’s who play with Fire: Part III. 

The Spirit, the Witch, the Fool. 

Fool’s who play with Fire: Part III. 

We thought about that. But I think its easier to have a single, communal account, and then just attribute through names in the notes.

again, thank you very much for your suggestion!

We have just opened a communal Yogfairy account called ‘YogfairyWorld’, we decided to have a communal account because not all of us are fiction writers, or writers in general. But we have also opened up a collection called ‘Yogfairy AU’ and we hope that this can broaden the reach of this AU, and make it more accessible to people!

Again, thank you for bringing this to our attention!

keep an eye out for some fics coming soon!

You asked for this anon. Smiffy dosen’t deserve this after all he has been through.

wOW! :O

Thank you very much for this anon! We have all seen it, and we all now feel very warm and fuzzy inside <3

But on a more serious note, your suggestion about Ao3 has actually been on our minds for a while, and we are just wondering about how this would effect the the ownership of one of our personal blogs (writersstareoutwindows) and if we should have a communal account or have an individual account for each of us.

We would like to make the content of the AU more accessible to more people, and that would be great. So we will try and see if we could get an account up and running.

Thank you VERY much for your suggestion! xx

(P.S. We will try and get some more plot-related content soon ;)

“The bat looked up from his meal and met Smiffy’s fierce gaze with gaping red eyes. And then, he grinned a terrible, toothy grin.

“I’m sorry. Was this your friend?” His guttural voice rattled in their ears like a tune played wrong. Like something alive that shouldn’t be. He spoke so painfully slowly. “He was delicious.”

Smiffy flung a ball of fire at the bat with all the fury-fueled strength he had. The bat merely tucked in his wing so it soared past. The bush behind him went up in flames immediately. Its light revealed the bat’s massive size. He towered over all of them, his wingspan more than five times Smiffy’s own.”