Her Hoard · 9:28pm Aug 26th, 2021
Her hoard is radiant; the scalding fragility of the sun and the diamond-hazed mystery of the moon, both cajoling for her reflection.
Her hoard is radiant; the scalding fragility of the sun and the diamond-hazed mystery of the moon, both cajoling for her reflection.
Hello, my followers and I am glad to share that I have finally updated Saving Little Ocellus. This new chapter will be a touchy one for many of you, I believe, but I do hope you enjoy it all the same. As for reasons of why the long updating, I've been currently trying to get my job back in my home town, but I cannot get in until I can get a COVID-19 test for it, which has proven to be rather difficult for me. But hopefully, I will get back in soon. In the meantime, enjoy the next chapter of
Quick update on future plans.
Still working on the original stuff, I think I'm down to the last rewrite of what I wanted to do, only question is what to change in terms of details. Art's had some progress, but work responsibilities and sweet, sweet sleeping problems have caused disruptions.
As you might have already noticed, I've been writing a lot to kill the time in lockdown.
Newest story is a fun and dumb story called "Freedom of Choice" and I hope you all give it a shot. There's a lot going on and filled with truly stupid bits and I love it. I'll be updating it every other day.
I have a ton of ideas, and three stories literally been written right now, so keep your eyes peeled.
A follow-up to this.
“When is Bez gonna get here? We’ve been waiting for almost half an hour.”
“I’m sure she’ll be here. She and Pentagon are probably busy with Oculus.”
“Ugh. I don’t even wanna know what’s that supposed to mean...”
*The door opens, and the group turned to see Bezier holding a ruby-stained tissue against her nose.*
Silverstream: I desire moisture.
Ocellus: Why can’t you say “I want water” like a normal person?
Only 13 minutes of screen time in seasons 8 and 9. To me, that is a crime since Ocellus is my favorite character.
Original song: Hey Soul Sister by Train
Key: Pharynx
(Hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Your book’s stories
Imprinted deep into my mind
I won’t ever forget you
I went and let you into my heart
You sweet little bug
Your stupid smile in every dream I have
I knew when our worlds collided
That you would soon be in my life
My soul sister!
...that dabbing is a show of intense sorrow in Changeling culture?
Hi folks,
Just a small-ish update today; the Smolcellus mini fluff-fic you might have been expecting has gone straight into Proximity in the interests of efficiency. So, if you want your fix, head over to that story and check the latest chapter.
So, um... Have some cute Smolcellus snuggle pics instead.
"Do you three understand why what you did was wrong?"
"Yes dad."
"We were just being funny-"
"Ocellus! Do not make me warn you again."
"...Yes, I understand."
"Yes dad..."
"Good. Now, you're all grounded for a week, and when you're ungrounded, I expect each of you to give Griff a sincere apology."
*Walking into a room where Thorax, Ocellus, and Apex are* "Where the fuck is my sword?!"
*Covers Apex's ears* "Pharynx, there are nymphs present! Could you please be more appropriate?"
"Okay, fine. May I please ascertain the whereabouts of my fucking sword?"
*Snickering loudly*
Yona: Yona knows you all hiding something. You all been against Yona, but now, Yona gonna solve that problem.
Ocellus: What the hell are you doing?
Yona, interrogating a carton of eggs: Yona think they know something.
Ocellus: They're eggs.
Yona: Everyone a prospect.
Ocellus: Suspect.
Yona: Yona not suspect!
Ocellus: ...
Yona: Changeling losing it.
Ocellus: I'm not the one interrogating a carton of eggs, you stupid bitch!
I'm writing a story with changelings in it and I literally named somebuggy Ocellus.
Then I see the premiere.
Ovipositorblocked!
It took me time and research to come up with that name. I guess great minds think alike. Well, great Hasbro mind thinks like wolf mind, at least.
“So, you know your way back?” Thorax asked as he and the others trudged their way through the barren wastelands.
“It’s a village called ‘Maplewood’. We’re about halfway there,” Hero responded.
“Perfect. We’ll just drop him off and have one less mouth to feed,” Pharynx deadpanned, earning a firm nudge from his younger brother.
The group immediately froze when they heard what sounded like a faint rumbling noise, which they quickly realized was coming from the ground beneath them.
As of late, The Owtcast has done several live readings of my works, most of which have not gotten readings yet. Be sure to give them a listen when you can!
Publishing as a new blog post because I have different plans now.
A Day in the Life of Gallus was painfully slow to write, but it was ultimately a very rewarding story. It disrupted my takehome math exam, but it paid off in the end. I got to explore what Gallus's mind is like when the world isn't ending.