Archive of Our Own ^beta

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sup

uh

why are you reading this

and how

i mean, there's like. no tags. ohhhhhh ohohohohoo you saw a silly comment n wnted to see if i write, didnt you?? naughty naughty....

you should leave

not because this is gonna be some dark shit or anything, simply because im not gona write anythhing interesting.

unless you find random crazy people on the internet interesting. i mean

be my guest dude, but i can't write and i can barely fuckin read

im NOT dyxlextic.

uh

well

my name? im not telling you that. call me DOOM because its cool or whateves

uh
im old enough to have an account, i'm not 8

writing is cool, i have like. 23 un posted fics about turtles because. wait i dont have to explain shit

everyday is gonna be somthing random simply because im cool. im so.

guys.

im hella sleepy

oh yeah

funny story

i drunk a shit ton of ''moon shine'' once [tasted horible] and im pretty sure i got inxoacatied.

...

yeah i was intoxacated, it was uh. intreasting. i felt like i was fucking water. but like. not any water, not just any type of dihydrogen oxide, no. deuterium oxide. aka D2O. aka heavy water. i felt drousy n everything was so fucking silly????

i guess i was so good at hidding it that my family didn't even notice. normal family thing, anyways, i asked for baskken robbins n i got 4 scoops!!! [she thought my blood sugar was low. she wasn't wrong, but edjsi] it was like. 8.67? yeah. i still have the receit lolol i also dont get hangovers. i got the best fucking gens ever!!!!

uh

guys

evey thing i do is done safely. yup

uh

i really dont know what im doing dude. i'll probbly write small little fanfics when im bored because uhhhhh

i dont know

anyways.

people are really loud, and it pisses me off. it also pisses me off when people act like my mom. my mom sucks.

i dont mean like. when people ''mother hen'' me, no thats fine, i mean when like. they say something she would say

woahhhhh

i should draw lmao

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[oct 5] ok heheheh ahahah uhhh funny story.

i was gonna be updating everyday, just because i hate my self. but uh.

uh

you see..

i was gonna post my unfinished story, but i was all the msitakes it had and i started to fix it. [reminedr: this story has been siting in my docs for 2 YEARS.]

im now writting. like. like crazy. the only thing i think abiut? wtinting. guys. no one is readding this shit???? no one ever !?!!?!??! why do i wna waste my life and write this shit..... HELP ME HLEPHEHELPHELPHEPEHLPEHELPHELPHELPEHHELPHELPHELPHEKPHEOHELPHELPHELPPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELP

uh.

later today i might post it, if i finish it. uh.

this is kinda crazy ngl, i missed the bus and almost ate two poisonous mushrooms juuuust because im like that !!!! [it was a fucking Destroying Angel. i quite littierly almost killed myself because i didn't wnna go home and get yelled at.]

i didn't get yelled at btw !!!!1 they saw me crying and got worried !!! [ i feel horrible what is wrong with me lololololollol !!!! ]

oh ywah, not know uhhhhh

guys its a new dayyyyy [oct 7]

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ohhhhh boy. well uh. here we go i guessIt’s based on D&D, because I'm a nerd.
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the setting! : A cozy, small-town café on a rainy afternoon. The soft sounds of jazz play in the background, and the smell of fresh coffee fills the air.

Characters:
- Emma : A barista who loves her job and knows her regular customers and their usual orders [she also knows them pretty well :3]

- Mr. Thompson: An elderly man who comes in every day for his usual 1-2 ‘’drinks’’.

- Sara: Emma’s best friend, who is visiting her at the tavern

[ and a secret one ;p ]
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Lyrenagreena : a small town 19,000,000 kilometers away from the brass dragons lair. This town is known for it’s acceptance of all halflings, haregons, and others alike. Buuut its mainly known for it’s tavern and the kind owner, Emma.

THE STORY !!!
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It was a calm and rainy afternoon. A brass dragon had flown over the head of the town. but the fog made it so you barely see anything. the only way you could know was because of the slight shadow it had. Anyways, inside the small town of Lyrenagreena, there lay an even small tavern right in the middle.

Emma stood behind the counter, shaking the mixer and pouring it into a glass cup, as she prepared Mr. Thompson’s daily order. He was an old goblin with kind eyes and a gentle smile, always sharing stories from his youth. Today, for some reason, it felt different from all the other days. As he took his usual seat, Emma noticed his hands were trembling slightly, and his gaze was fixated on the window.

“Is everything alright, Mr. Thompson?” Emma asked, concern slowly creeping into her voice.

“It’s nothing, dear,” he replied, forcing a smile. “Just the rain.”

She sighed, feeling as if the old man was untruthful. She decided to speak. ‘’I mean.. If you say so, Mr. Thompson..’’ she said, still feeling a bit concerned for the man.
The old goblin looked outside the tavern’s window,deciding to watch the rain.

As the rain poured outside, Emma served coffee to a few other customers, but Mr. Thompson’s uneasy demeanor lingered in her mind. When she returned to him, he was staring at the newspaper, his expression grim.

“Did you read this?” he asked, pointing to the headline about a couple mysterious break-ins and deaths in the area.

Emma chuckled nervously, “It’s probably just paranoia. I mean, we do live in a small town. We’re safe here!” she said, attempting to reassure the kind goblin

But Mr. Thompson's expression darkened. “You’d be surprised where danger can come from. Sometimes, it’s the ones you know best.” he said quietly, so only Emma could hear.

Just as Emma was about to speak, the door swung open, and a man in a raincoat stepped inside. Emma snapped her head tours the door, fear and panic seeping into her. Only some of it went away as she recognized him. He was the local who had recently been acting suspiciously, not the bad kind, no, the weird. He glanced around, his eyes locking on Mr. Thompson.

Emma wished that the tavern wouldn’t be in constant chaos as the tension in the café thickened. Emma took a deep breath, as her heart was still racing. as she watched the man approach their table. She watched the events happening by Mr. thomson. “Mr. Thompson,” the man in the raincoat said in a slightly voice, “we need to talk.”
Other gobblin and barbarians who had been sitting and talking began to leave, afraid of what might happen if they stayed.

A young dragonborn, Sara, who had been sitting nearby, walked towards Emma and whispered, “Do you want me to intervene before something happens?” she whispered softly, low enough so emma could still hear her,

“No,” Emma whispered, her intuition kicking in. “Just stay calm.”

The man who appeared to be a treiflling leaned closer to Mr. Thompson, who stood up. Emma and Sara could see the gobin’s face pale. “Did you really think you could hide forever? In- in this small town, as a ‘’innocent, old goblin?’’ ” the treifling hissed.

Emma felt the weight of fear settle in her stomach. What could this guy want with Mr. Thompson?
Before Emma could react, Mr. Thompson grabs the trifling, his hands shaking more violently. “I didn’t mean for it to happen! I thought I could protect you!”

The café fell silent as the realization hit Emma—Mr. Thompson wasn’t just a sweet old goblin; he was hiding a secret. The stranger stepped back, a sad frond on his face, and then disappeared into the rain.

Once the man was gone, Emma rushed to Mr. Thompson, her voice shaking. “What did he mean?”

Mr. Thompson took a deep breath, tears in his eyes. “I thought I could keep my past buried. But it seems it’s come back to haunt me.”

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The Theme [incase you didn’t get it,,,] :
Fear can come from the most familiar places—like the people we trust. It teaches us that even in the comfort of our daily lives, unexpected dangers can lurk nearby, hidden behind everyday faces.

[yeaaggghh, great story, i know. (this took me 1 day to write lolz) soo uhhh.anouda one.]

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The Call of a Willow Tree
[modern day fantasy au ig]

OR

I make a random human bat oc at 3 am and i go crazy about it :>
[i dont know how or when i made this or where i found the motivation so expect for this to never be updated again}

Chapter one : a not-so-great first meeting.
[present time, 2:54, 2022]
Vex was sitting by h̶i̶s̶ the willow tree by the creek. So what if it was two in the morning? No one knows about this place. At least, he hoped not… he spread his white wings that faded to blue at the bottom so that he could feel a little more relaxed. After all, the wings were a part of him, like a second pair of legs. And like legs, they get tense and broken.

He laid down on his stomach, on top of the grass while his wings were spread to the max. If he were to measure them, they would probably be at least five foot and a half. He sighed softly as he looked to his left, only to see a turtle with a purple mask on looking at him like he was a test experiment. He stared for a few more seconds as he processed what, well, who was in front of him. ‘’WHA- AH-’’ the turtle used his three fingered hand to cover Vex’s mouth, making Vex jump back. He hit his right wing into the tree, hearing a few soft cracks Before a wave of pain hit him, making his face scrunch up in displeasure.

The turtle watched the scene unfold, wincing at the crunching sound. He looked up and saw Vex, the top left part of the ‘human’s’ wing bent backwards with blood slowly oozing out from a few of the feathers and staining the once white feathers red. He gagged and looked away.
‘’Heyyy.. U-uh im so sorry about your.. Wing?” the turtle said, motioning to Vex squinted. The turtle sounded.. Sarcastic? ‘Vex cringed as the burning sensation in his wing began to disappear. He knew his body was healing himself, but it felt weird. Really. Weird. . The turtle looked calm, unbothered even, this wasn’t making sense to him. He sighed again before speaking. “... thank you? Who are you and why are you h-here? What's with the cape…” Vex looked at the turtle suspiciously.

The turtle let out an offended squawk before crossing his arms. ‘’My name is Donatello Hamato! Also known as the king’s favored wizard ’’ Donatello placed a hand on his chest and his voice turned more arrogant, though he still had that sarcastic tone to him. The fancy clothes and cape made more sense now.. Vex just rolled his eyes, kicking the dirt a little and looking at his broken wing. It wasn’t really broken, just a few of his feathers. It still hurts though..

‘’Alright, your magicness, you still haven’t told me w-why you’re here.’’ The turtle looked stunned, most likely not understanding what was happening or why he was being disrespected like this. Donatello hissed, shocking Vex a little. From the looks of it, Donatello looked like a chinese spiny soft-shell. No other turtle Vex had met had a flat shell. He began to think a bit more before those thoughts got cut off when the turtle began to speak once more. ‘’ Well human-bird, I am also Botanist in my free time, and there are many flowers that I have yet to learn about. I came here because not a lot of other people have been here. Those who have been are long gone ’’ Donatello said with a snicker, a glint of happiness in his eyes as he talked about his interests.

Vex listened as the turtle began to rant to him about flowers. It was confusing. it wasn’t as interesting to him as Donatello thought it was, but it was something. After 20 minutes of this going on, Vex picked a flower from the ground and gave it to Donatello.

The flower was blue that faded into purple at the middle and white at the tip of the petals. Vex put his hand over it, making a dark shadow cast over it before it began to glow a radiant green. Donatello gasped softly as he watched this happen, his eyes filling up with interest as Vex placed it in his palm. He looked up.

‘’Holy.. Does it have a name..?’’ Vex smiled. ‘’W-well uh- when I came here and found it, I called it the ‘Topaz bloom.’ I-I’m not good at naming things-’’ Donatello put a finger to Vex’s lips, making Vex stop talking and look at him confused. ‘’No no, it’s perfect. I’ve never seen anything like this before..’’

The turtle pulled back and turned around to see the moons currently rising. One of the moons, gingars was in its crescent phase while the red moon, retieris was in it’s half moon phase. The skies were a dark blue that faded to purple, pink, then red and orange from where the sun was at. It was truly a sight to behold. Donatello turned around to look at Vex. ‘’the sky looks nice tonigh-’’ out of nowhere, a blue portal opened up, and another turtle came out . ‘’What the-’’ Vex began to say before getting cut off but a loud ‘’OOGA BOOGA’’

The turtle with red crescent marks on his face grabbed Donatello. ‘’ACK- NARDO! LET ME GO-’’ the turtle in purple screamed, but the blue one just laughed before dropped Donatello on the ground with a smug grin. Donatello landed with a small ‘’oof’’ while Vex stood there, completely unbothered as the blue turtle walked up to him, kneeled, and held his chin up ‘’ooo~ who do we have here~?’’ he cooed, making Vex blush and look to the side. ‘’T-that’s gay, get away.’’ After a moment of silence, Donatello and ‘’Leo’’ bursted out laughing. ‘’PFF- COULD NEVER BE ME’’ Donatello said through giggle. A few moments passed before the two turtles calmed down. Donatello was telling ‘Nardo’ about the flower Vex gave him. It seemed ‘Nardo’ was invested in the flower, seeing as he picked one and put it in his mask, sorta making it look like it was behind his (nonexistent) ears. Vex decided to break the conversation. ‘’Hey, b-blue guy.’’ the turtles looked at him ‘’is your name r-really ‘’Nardo?’’ if so, that's lame.’’

The blue one looked at him, his mouth agape while Donatello snorted. Vex continued. ‘’And D-Donatello? Your name is wayyy too long. You got n-nickname or something?’’ and the second Vex said that a grin spread on ‘Nardo’s’ face. ‘’Well, my name is leonardo-’’ Vex cut him off ‘’m-more like l-lameonardooo’' Leo just rolled his eyes at Vex’s remark. ‘’We don’t even know your name. Anygay, yes my name is leonardo but you can call me leo, leon, or blue. And Donatello over here-” he gets cut off by a short lived hiss from the turtle in purple. ‘’Goes by Donnie, Don, Purple, and of course~ Dontron! Idk if he cares or not.’’ Vex looked at him. ‘’I-I’m Vex, but did you just say ‘idk out loud? W-what are you, a chronically online turtle?’’ Leon gasped, putting a hand on his chest as if he was offended. ‘’Not me, that’s Dontron over there.’’ Leon pulled Donatello closer to him, pulling him into a sort of side hug.

Vex just looked at them. you could see that he was confused. While leon and Don

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ok uhhhhhh... thats like. ion no. 2000 i think,,, idk

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hello uh. its been awhile i think. i dont know.

not much has happen, im still fucking weird, but i have a pocket knife!!! i also have 2 more kids. uh. one was my fault, my wife wanted the other. so uh.

so yes, my genderless being of a child gave me said knife. its really cool, nice shade of black. ive had it for probs more than 2 weeks n its aredy kind of dull now which is wild
i dont even use it that much. maybe it should stop using it for wood carving. [i like making spearse]

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thats a lot of '' h '' huh? i got bored. FUCK SHIT GOOTA GO

sorry about that. reminder, im only able to write what ever this is when im in school. i was in second period and we suddently had to go. anyways, heres a weird backstory i wrote for my dnd oc, scrapy

Scrappy was born in the underbelly of Marefen, a bustling port city where shadows danced with desperation and hope flickered dimly amidst dilapidated alleyways. Orphaned at a young age, he learned to survive by weaving his way through the labyrinthine streets, picking pockets and concocting small explosives from scraps of alchemical ingredients salvaged from dumps near wizard academies. During one perilous night rummaging through old barrels outside an apothecary’s shop, he stumbled upon an ancient tome filled with recipes for unique potions and mixtures that promised power beyond his wildest dreams. As fate would have it, an unseen mentor—a retired rogue turned hermit—found him poring over its pages. Recognizing Scrappy latent potential, she took him under her wing and instilled in him the art of stealth combined with arcane chemistry.

Years passed, and Scrappy honed his skills as both a rogue and an alchemist; however, life on the fringes left him starved for adventure beyond mere survival or petty thefts. Driven by curiosity about the wider world—and perhaps a smidgeon of greed—he teamed up with a motley crew of misfits seeking to uncover hidden treasures rumored to reside deep within forgotten ruins dotted along uncharted coastlines. Armed not only with sharpened daggers but also flasks filled with colorful yet volatile concoctions capable of blasting barriers away or swirling enemies into fits of flame-filled chaos—each escapade solidified his reputation as both clever strategist and daring trickster among thieves’ circles.

Yet bad luck struck when their last job went awry; they found themselves trapped between relentless mercenaries chasing stolen goods after having been betrayed by one who yearned for glory rather than loyalty. Narrowly escaping led Scrappy to reevaluate everything: what did treasure mean if all these desperate ploys could betray friends? Perhaps there lay greater purpose ahead—not merely gold earned through cunning—but worthy causes where limbs saved outweighed bags filled amply like clinking coins against calloused fingers grasping indistinguishable loot still unfound loomed large amongst seasoned rogues pretending fearlessness etched across crimson cheeks disguised wealth amassed behind masks woven tight enough desolation scarcely showed despite attraction enticing friendships faded dangerously mere shards shattered angular faces whispers harmonic delight pushed further inviting trust enigmatic touch propelled forth solving parts clicking unlocking deeper button mystery subsequent gestation compressed darkened adversaries before dawn breaks each time says “I’m ready.” With newfound determination ignited deep inside heart scarred yet fiercely alive amid chaos once more taking risks working together unravel secrets holding fast integrity wherever journey leads finally believing monsters vast don’t own nor spook anyone just becomes tapestry intertwined destiny carved bravely upheld some sense pushing past somewhere worth fighting deserving dignity crafted loyally future held bright so long weather remains favorable sails guiding winds coursing onward adventures beckoning faith holds strong whatever may rise skies brightening creeping dusk constraints lifted transformed humble beginning endures endlessly forward ever faithful purposeful bold quests await whole-hearted true friendship forging ties reclaimed lost finding safer harbor rest must follow always compass spinning leading right direction steady oh glorious paths blazed radiant choices lead indeed magic truly shapes destinies not fears ruling hearts transformed destined caretakers embracing explorations spirit set free soaring air desire indulge vigilant schemes forging bonds stronger shared battles kindled dreams flight hearts races chase freedom laughter fills skies warming heavens embracing change stories told pass generations revered embraced behold ambitious minds dreaming thriving realms scattered afar promising infinity awaits beneath moonlit illuminations intertwine fortitude.

so how was that.

i love dnd!!!!!1 <---------- [has never ''played'' before {is a DM} ]

anyways, i think im done today