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Battle Buddies Part Five: Battle Bros

 

***this one is a lot shorter than previous chapters. Sorry for the shortness. But hey! I made it on time ;D

—to be fair, I’ve had this written since 4 was published, I’m almost done editing part six. You’ll likey. Promise <3–=

This is the fifth installment of the fan-fic “Battle Buddies.” If you haven’t read one, two, three, or four, please do so. Like, comment, subscribe. All those goodies.

Again, these characters are not mine. The world and the characters exist in a copyrighted game called Rune Factory 4. I’m just playing with them 😉
The artwork in this post are from the tumblr blog: http://dylas-doug.tumblr.com/ and drawn by the folks there. I do not claim any of it as my own. If you like their work, I highly recommend you follow them. 😀

I hope you enjoy this installment. And as I promised, I should hopefully get started on an Arthur x Frey fic soon. Look forward to it!

Without further ado, I give you…****

 

Battle Bros

 

Arthur was silent for a long time. Dylas alternated from pacing to leaning against the desk with his arms crossed and back again. He ran his hands over and through his mane, catching snarls. “I took the fish,” he sighed, throwing up his hands. “I should have just left them at her room… or… something.”

“She said she liked you?” Arthur murmured in bespectacled wonder, his eyes wide beneath the thin glass. He removed the frames from his face and squeezed the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. “She confessed her feelings to you and you’re pacing my study talking about fish.”

Dylas all but threw himself backwards into a chair and his face hit his palms, and he let out a low groan. “What do I do?”

Arthur stared at him, long and hard. “Do you like her?” Read the rest of this page »

//Discussions of Inspiration and Muses.. (Plus some Kpop..)

So, I’ve been meaning to talk to you guys for awhile now about inspiration and my muses. I’ve created and (accidentally) destroyed two or three different drafts of discussions and I’m deciding I should just combine them.

So… Let’s talk about my muse, shall we?

My Writing Muse

My writing muse is literally my OC. He’s a fiery (literally… and, of course, stereotypically…) and brooding individual that really (ahaha) fires up my world… Which makes me seem a little crazy but bear with me.

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Cover art of the Celldweller album, End of an Empire. I do not own this artwork.

So I’ve been writing The Book since middle school. Long before Celldweller dyed his hair red and published his album, End of an Empire. But let’s be fair… he looks like Merrikh. sans hair flip. sans… well… actually… he’s pretty close to how I’ve always envisioned Merrikh. Merrikh just has more tanned skin… and fancy ears. Cuz… he’s an alien.

He’s the first-mate of the spaceship–but really in name only. He’s just best buddies with the captain and actually manages the “boiler” room of the ship. Read the rest of this page »

Battle Buddies: Battle Buddies? (Part Four)

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**Hey guys, sorry for the late update. School’s been kicking my butt. If you don’t mind it about 24 hours a little late…

Here’s the next installment of the Rune Factory 4 fan fiction. If you haven’t read parts 1,2 or 3: You can skip one if you please, but you cannot skip 2 or 3 before reading this one. Part One is a one-shot (teehee) but two, three, and four are a part of a longer arc. I’ve got a LOT more to come… This is coming together more than I thought it would…

Anywho, disclaimers abound: These are not my characters. This is not my world. That is not my picture (original art by Annette Jones of Tumblr) Go play RF4. It’s a stupid addicting game.

Also… Please forgive Dylas. He knows not what he do.***

 

Battle…Buddies?

 

A knock on the door woke Dylas from his slumber, and he rolled groggily out of bed. After Porculine had bounded into his room early on in his living arrangements here at the restaurant, he had made it his very most important chore every night to lock his bedroom door.

He tied the waist sash of his blue robe and ran his fingers through his mane, shaking the sleep from his eyes and opened the door, chiding loudly, “What do you want, Porculine?” His frustration ebbed quickly away into shock.

He stumbled back from the door, wishing for all the world he could disappear and hide. Well, why was that, then? It was his room. And after all, it was only Frey.

The young woman stood in the doorframe, eyebrows raised in concern as he got his feet twisted in his robe and fell back to catch himself on his desk chair. “Are you okay?” she asked, sincerely concerned. She blushed and started to turn, “Maybe it’s not a good time, I’ll come back—“

“No!” Dylas all but yelled, then cleared his throat, regaining his balance and shaking out his mane again, “Now’s not, eh…” he frowned and scratched at his scalp. “You just, uh, surprised me.”

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//To My Sisters

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Dear Sisters,

There are a lot of times I do things that I wish you didn’t see; because they’re not things you’re supposed to do.

So I’m going to lay it out for you as well as I can so when you’re older you’ll read this and say, “Huh. Guess she really did think of us all the time like she said she did.”

Yeah. I do think of you. All. The. Time.

First off:

Once you find your passions, stick to them. You’ll have more than one, usually, or you’ll have one thing that you’re absolutely obsessed with. Stick with it. Whether it’s you have a love for medicine, film, flying airplanes, science, caring for animals. Whether you’ll love archery or fencing. The world is your oyster, girls. We live in a magnificent time where “woman power” is a real thing. Take advantage of the opportunities that will be open to you that weren’t available to me at your age. Read the rest of this page »

Battle Buddies Part Three

***This is a continuation of the Battle Buddies fan fiction. If you have not read parts One and Two, I highly recommend it. However, part One was mostly a short, irregardless piece–Part Two leads into this piece. Again, I do not own these characters or setting. This is based upon the game Rune Factory 4 and is a Dylas x Frey pairing. Please comment, like, and follow if you enjoyed~***

Battle Buddies

The insect was as large as a small car. Every swipe of his sword yielded no breach to the iron-hard husk. Dylas grunted, and flung his magic attack forward at it. Frey finished with the gate and hurled herself into a flurry of spear-cuts, her body moving faster than his eye could make out. When she’d finished with her rampage, she hoisted the large shield over her face just in time to deflect the brunt of a push that sent her skidding through the dirt at the slam of the insect’s hull flinging itself at her.

The sound of iron rang through the air, and Dylas jumped into action again, hurling himself at the monster. Aim for the head, aim for the head. He twisted around the backside of the monster and took a running start at a stalactmite, launching himself into the air above the bug. He hoisted his carrot over his head and threw it downward, catching the bug between husk and skull. The insect flung itself about, squealing in its atrocious voice, throwing its assailant off. Dylas was lucky to have a tight grasp on the hilt of his carrot, and landed a few feet away with sword still in hand.

This had given Frey enough time to resituate herself, and she flung into action as she had just moments before. This time, after her flurry of spear-thrusts, she flung her sword arm out with a fling of earth magic that cut a line of green from the insect’s neck.

Just a little more…

They’d been in this same room for at least an hour, taking their turns at the single large insect. Their arms were growing weary, sweat ran into Dylas’ eyes; it was only a matter of time before they were injured and would need to use the escape spell Frey had learned when she had first come to Selphia. Dylas took his turn at the insect, slashing and hacking at the soft parts of the insect’s armor, chest heaving and legs shaking. Read the rest of this page »

//Neil Patrick Harris Raids Library–Dream

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The great NPH was lounging at a party. His party. Hundreds of people milled the fantastic lot, shoving themselves into corners and networking with all the greats. And yet, somehow, Harris had kept a bubble of space about his lounge chair. Perhaps it was because he was in his dark study with sunglasses and a tanning board on his lap that people were hesitant to approach him.

Everyone knows that if you throw all of his roles together–Barney and Dr. Horrible specifically–you get a mastermind of such magnitudes you aren’t certain he wouldn’t single-handedly annihilate the world.

Despite this,  I sat down beside him and started fiddling with the books on his shelf. “You ought to do that on your yacht.” I told him, pulling down a toy figurine of said boat. He lifted his sunglasses and eyed the toy, and brought it into his lap.

He turned it over in his hands, and nodded thoughtfully, “I imagine so.”

“I imagine you should have thrown this party on your yacht.”

A beginning of a smile pulled his face. A flash of genius wiggling into his eyes. “Yes, yes, yes.” He shot his gaze at me excitedly. “Three beautiful, bikini clad women to surround Miss Poppy on the yacht–YES.

I wasn’t entirely sure how to take what he had told me. I was a little bewildered on what to do with three large breasted, hipped, bikini clad women while on a celebrity yacht, when I looked up to find said celebrity had vanished. Read the rest of this page »

Partners in Fiction: Writing Duos of the Dynamic & Non-Dynamic Variety

Check out this insightful post by Charles Yallowitz, author of Legends of Windemere. I need to really work on this in my own character relationships.

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Cassidy and Lloyd differ from most of my other stories because they aren’t part of an ensemble cast.  They’re a duet with neither character having a true claim to the main protagonist role.  Some chapters have Cassidy doing more than Lloyd and others have her along for the ride.  Typically, we have a main hero and a sidekick, but these two didn’t turn out that way.

I have to admit that writing a duo makes scenes easier to keep track of.  In Legends of Windemere, I have 6 champions and Fizzle at least.  In the Bedlam Series, I have only the two at minimum, which might be another reason why I find these books a lot more refreshing than the others.  Less juggling in that respect.  Yet, it’s also hard to make sure they stay on equal footing.  A sidekick is easy to push into…

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Mercenary Merrikh: Tailoring Merrikh

Let’s talk about my muse…

 

Part 1. Introductions
****This is a parallel realm than from The Book that I’ve mentioned (see hyper links if you’re interested in reading more into why I’m doing this and if you’re curious of The Book.) These are all my original characters. This is my original story. Please do not duplicate repost without due credit! This is NOT fan fiction. (it’s fan fiction… of my own stuff. After all, I’m my third greatest fan…)****

The light filtered through the slanted boards on the window, startling Merrikh from his slumber. The man was sprawled out in a haystack, his long legs spread out and his broad arms folded over his chest to keep the cold away.

He shuddered and coughed, swiping a forearm across his nose, and rolled out of the straw. He shook his limbs out and brushed off his clothes; today was going to be a good day. He could feel it in his bones.

A cow in the stall nearby stared at him with its large, innocent eyes. Merrikh made a face at the beast with a spark of childishness that would have had his elder sister smacking him, and attended to his own business. The farmer must be an elderly gentleman, he considered, or else his cover would have been blown by now.

He took no time waking himself up, eager to be hurrying from the barn and onto the day. He pulled his broadsword and belt pouch from their places hidden under the haystack where he had spent the night, and pulling the hood of his cloak over his bright red hair, fled the kind gaze of the cow behind. Read the rest of this page »

Battle Buddies Part Two: Beach Buddies

Here we go again.

****Note, if you read my last blog post, this is not from The Book. This is a continuation of Battle Buddies. If you haven’t read the last one, you’re not in HUGE trouble, as these are shorts. However, you will want to read this one before you read Part Three, which will be published on Tuesday this upcoming week.****

Sorry for the short one earlier this week. Here’s the new chapter. It’s a lot longer. Enjoy.

Let me know what you think!!

Oh–right quick, it kinda changes pov’s.

Beach Buddies

“Dylas.” The man jumped as a hand touched his shoulder. He was standing at the beach in his swimming trousers, waiting for a tug at his hook, when Frey dragged him back to the world of the living.

He fell sidewise into the sand and water, gasping and kicking. Frey caught his rod before it went flying, and she took up a seated position on the sand.

He sputtered and glared at her, “What was that for?”

She turned and gave him a brilliant smile. “What?” Read the rest of this page »

//Let’s Talk…

About Fanfiction. About society. About socially acceptable things. You know, the things I tend not to do, not for lack of trying…

But let’s break this down a little bit: Not just any sort of fanfiction.
See, I need your opinion on something. And maybe this will spur more posts and more writings, so I need you to respond to me honestly.

Granted, I may not even take your sage advice and do whatever I want anyways… I’m a rebel like that. Besides. This is my blog and I’ll do what I want to.

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