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Chapter 12 is up!!! And so, Snowdin starts… maybe? :D


For those who can’t access AO3 or just don’t want to do it, the chapter is pasted under this sexy cut!!!

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Story Magic

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. If you follow this blog at all, you probably know that I adore Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series, particularly the Witches books (Granny, Nanny, and Tiffany are the best!). Anyway, one of the main themes of several of the books is the power that stories have, not just over our minds, but sometimes over our lives. The ways a powerful enough Story can actually change the course of our lives if we get caught up in it. 

I’m also a writer, so a lot of how I communicate is through stories. And because it’s so important to me, I’ve often been trying to find ways to incorporate writing into my witchcraft. So all this got me thinking, about how to turn a story into a sort of spell. Or turn a spell into a story. 

Either way, crafting the story around your intention would be the first step. Then you have to shape the story properly, i.e. edit it all while keeping your intention for the magic in the forefront of your mind. Finally, the story itself would need to be engaging and well-written enough to spark the imaginations of readers, and find more readers. Because that’s where the power of stories comes from, the belief of the readers. Stories, if they get big enough, can change the way we see the world. 

This is not a type of magic I think is simple, or always reliable (unless you’re already a big-name professional author perhaps). Nor is this something to address short-term problems. Writing takes time, and it can only be rushed so much, especially if the idea is to get the story out there into the public consciousness. This is also a sort of magic designed for big, more public problems, though you could incorporate smaller personal problems into it as well. But it’s definitely one I’m going to be exploring a little bit. I’ve already started a story (and now I just gotta get it all WRITTEN. Grr. This is where the hardest part comes in, sustaining the effort long enough to finish even a short story). I’m still deciding if it feels like the intention needs to be built in from the first word on the page, or if you can repurpose older stories through intention and work toward a more focused magical goal. 

Accept love, but don’t abuse it-
Destroy hatred, don’t just dilute it.
— 

E.H. Swan

Late Night Thoughts 2/14/17 11:59am

Semi-big Story update!

Hey! Good afternoon everyone!
I decided to bounce off of @/asklucapony’s idea, because I can’t seem to force myself to finish the mini story arc that I had started up a couple months ago even though I thought of it very thoroughly. It’s just a LOT of drawing;;
So! I’m going to answer the questions i got for that arc in this text post. I know, i know. That isnt nearly as interesting as a drawn response. But i plan to draw real updates after making this text post! 

Also, thank you to everyone who sent me an ask for the arc, i would LOVE to feature you in my newer updates if you would send another ask i can use for future updates haha;; does that make sense?

anyways, i guess underneath the cut will be a lot of background story and character lore for astral and sirius. Feel free to read it if youre interested, or not!



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On Thursday after Supernatural ended, I wrote a Destiel coda and posted it, expecting maybe ten people to see it.

The next morning, I woke up and it had 76 notes, and that number has since grown to 197 (so close to 200!). Thank you all so much. (For anyone who wants to see it click here)

So, I have been encouraged to write another, and here it is.


The Moon and Back

Destiel, 482 words

Dean walks slowly into the kitchen after waking up. With only four hours of sleep to go on, he stumbles to the coffee machine and thanks Chuck that Sam likes to get up early and make coffee. He squints as he fills up his mug, and then heads to the library to drink his coffee.

Dean sits at the table, and with eyes that can now fully function, he looks around and notices a red heart-shaped box on the table. Stuck to the box is a yellow post-it note with Dean’s name written on it in careful handwriting.

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I did a Thing today
There’s a free creative writing group at my local library and I actually… went to it… on my own… There were about 10 people with an average age of 65 (possibly 70), mostly women, and each week someone puts forward a theme and everyone has half an hour to write something related to the theme and then reads it out to everyone, and they comment on it. The theme was ‘going on a journey’, which I duly forgot about, and after about 10 minutes of staring at the paper thinking ‘oh god what am I doing here’ I finally thought of a starting sentence. I wrote about an eight y/o boy called Theo who is at the beach with his older brother and finds a stray kitten. I didn’t actually get to the kitten part. But I wrote about a page and shakily read it out (quite badly, because a great deal was messily crossed out) and they seemed quite impressed haha. Most of the other people wrote anecdotes about their train journeys… They were more fluent/confident writers than me but their writings were more like diary entries than fiction. But the people were all really nice, anyway. The organiser said I wrote well, and the lady next to me liked my descriptions. Others were very complimentary. An old seacaptain-like man with a soft Northern Irish accent sat opposite me, and told us about the time he was away in France and went to a patisserie and the lady behind the counter was so pretty he forgot all the French he had learned and stumbled back out of the shop without buying anything. There was a woman with Alice in Wonderland syndrome who has a fear of travelling on the tube on her own in case she has an episode. I remember these things because I relate to them, to some extent. In short: woo I left the house and did a really scary thing which doesn’t seem like a big deal really but reading out a story that I wrote in 20 minutes without editing it to a group of strangers is……. An Awful Lot for me

I saw you
smiling at her
as if she gave you
a world you’ve
been hoping to have,
and for the first time
I know how it feels
to drown even if
I’m out of the ocean.
—  ma.c.a // I Find It Hard To Breathe
Me finding fanfictions, a summary.
  • Me: Oh wow look at this new fanfic
  • Fanfic summary: These two mother fuckers are gonna fuck. thats all ive gotta say.
  • Me: *CLICK*
  • -After Reading-
  • Me: ...I SIGNED UP FOR READING PORN NOT CRYING EVERY SINGLE CHAPTE-
  • Fanfic Author: BITCH THERES A SEQUEL!
  • Me: *Click*
SUMMARY OF KILLING STALKING:
  • Yoonbum: There's this guy I like. But I'm too shy to go up & talk to him so I've been obsessively following him on social media...also I'm a guy so I don't think he'll like me b/c all I ever see him w/ is girls.
  • Yoonbum: *breaks into house & sees someone tied up in the basement* He's crazy!...(but I've committed to this crush & dammit I'm gonna have him.)
  • Sangwoo: This fucker's crazier than I am...I like him!
Even if you find
someone new,
to talk to every night,
to hang out with every day,
to share the giggles and
laughter at some
secret jokes,
to walk with and tell
wonderful stories,
I am still here,
waiting for you
to knock at my door
and sit beside me,
like we never missed
each other,
I am still here,
even if you’re not asking.
I am still here,
even if you weren’t
going to be there
for me anymore.
—  ma.c.a // A Promise
We keep on
exchanging
“I miss you"s,
and it’s funny
and it’s sad
how it seems
that none of us
did anything
just to see
each other again.
—  ma.c.a // Hurtful Lies
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lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off // panic! at the disco

People were
falling in love
with each other,
and it can either be
the most wonderful
or saddest thing
that can ever
happened
to them.
—  ma.c.a // Falling