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Clockwork Dreams
             Clockwork Dreams
                (June 20th, ‘18)
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He wound the dial and twisted the knob
To the metal song he worked his job
He built a world from steel and steam
Bringing to life a clockwork dream
He hid mysteries in iron towers
Secrets of life and immortal powers
Run through with enchanted wires
From nothing rose the clockwork spires
Lifelike flowers of frozen filigree
He placed in gardens of false tranquility
With birds that flew to a metronome
All to make a clockwork home
There were places full of work abundant
Some of import and some redundant
He kept close to him his chosen tools
But all lay under his clockwork rules
His realm grew in time with wisdom
But in that place few knew freedom
This plagued the master day and night
As he worked under the cl
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Lokasenna: An Anachronistic Retelling
                                                               Lokasenna:
                                                      An Anachronistic Retelling
  Loki was bored.
  If, in any event or circumstance where Loki becoming bored was discovered, the natural inclination would be to flee and expect Hel.
  Literally.
  Fortunately for most, today when Loki became bored, it was within the confines of his own home, so there was no immediate risk. The reasons for his boredom were numerous in number, starting first with his inability to get the stovetop to turn on, which meant no tea. Without tea, he was cranky and being cranky without a way to channel or subdue this crankiness m
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30-Delirium, RoseCloak Drabbles
DELIRIUM
30 - Doing Something Hot
Setting: Palace of the Kings, c. 4E204
Word Count: 148
Callused fingers ran so — painstakingly — slow — up her back that the golden maiden found herself near tears and she let out a sob.
Scarcely had the sound escaped her lips when she felt her hair being swept aside before a warm mouth descended upon the space between her shoulder blades and the nape of her neck.
A very embarrassing purr tumbled out of her throat and a Rosy blush immediately spread out from her equally red hair to the unknown realm still hidden by her partially undone dress.
"I thought you were a dragon, not a kitten," came the High King's husky voice next to her ear, which sent a series of hot tremors off throughout her body.
"Ulfric," Leara whimpered, though whether from fear or excitement, she did not know.
In the next moment, his mouth came to caress hers and the Dragonborn fell.
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29-When You Say Nothing At All, RoseCloak Drabbles
WHEN YOU SAY NOTHING AT ALL
29 - Doing Something Sweet
Setting: Palace of the King's, c. 4E205
Word Count: 159
"You really don't have to do this."
"But I want to."
A gilded hairbrush swept gently through soft hair in the moments following the brief words of protest. Then, "Where'd the brush go?"
"I set it down," was the reply as long fingers began to section off different strands of hair.
"Wait, what are you — are you braiding my hair?"
There was a pause, followed by, "Does this surprise you?"
"Well honestly?" There was an almost inaudible, but contented sigh, proceeded by a small, "Yes."
The only answer that the confusion received was a short burst of laughter.
After several minutes of peaceful silence, the braids we're finished and tied off with an exclamation of, "There!"
Leara stood up to face Ulfric with a great ful smile on her face. "Thank you," she whispered, before reaching out and hugging the Nord to her.
Ulfric only smiled and returned her embrace.
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28-Threat to the Sea, RoseCloak Drabbles
28 - Doing Something Ridiculous
Setting: Sea of Ghosts, Summer, 4E204
Word Count: 192
Normally, it was him — who was he kidding? It was always him — but this? This was just downright crazy.
Leara, proud, sensible Leara, was standing at the bow of the ship with her arms stretched out like wings while the skirt of her dress and her unbound red hair fluttered in the sea breeze.
"Ulfric!" she called from her place at the bow. "I'm flying!"
The High King laughed as he stepped up to join his bride. "You always go on about your maturity, but it's really just a cover for your childishness."
Leara shot an icy glare over her shoulder at her husband. "One more word, Ulfric Stormcloak, and I swear to the Nine that I will toss you overboard and let you drown with the slaughterfish!"
"I'd rather drown in your hair," he chuckled, suddenly embracing the Half-elf from behind and burying his nose in her curls.
A growl emitted from the Dragonborn's throat. "That's just cheesy."
"But you like
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27-Strawberry Kisses, RoseCloak Drabbles
STRAWBERRY KISSES
27 - On One of Their Birthdays
Setting: Windstad Manor, c. 4E211
Word Count: 175
"Papa, that cake looks funny..."
"Hush, Faea. Give your brother back his wolf."
Baby Martin took the proffered wolf back from his sister and proceeded to throw it across the room — where it hit their mother in the face.
The two Nords spun to face Leara, who now clutched her son's toy wolf in her hand. A red brown eyebrow arched as she examined her cake covered husband, strawberry stained daughter, and then her bouncing baby. Lastly, she turned to the half baked strawberry birthday cake on the table.
"Martin!" his mother cried, bypassing Ulfric and Faea for the little boy. "I thought I'd left you in charge of these two!" She lifted the giggling child from his special chair and held him close, only then did she turn to her husband.
"Happy Birthday, dear," Ulfric greeted her sheepishly.
Leara smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, darling."
"Quit kissing!" Faea cried in disgus
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The Mortality of Moirane Carvain vol. II
The Mortality of Moirane Carvain vol. II</b>
Chapter VI — Amongst Thieves and Spies</b>
Seven hours.
Seven bloody, Nine forsaken hours!
Seven hours walking without a break while soaked to the bone.
Finally, finally we got to Balmora after walking though the wilderness and over desolate roads.
"Why are we in Balmora? Vivec was closer." I complained.
Mercer gave me an exasperated scowl for the umpteenth time that day.
"Because, Carvain, news reaches Vivec quickly and we'd be found out. We still have a few hours before the news reaches here of the dragon attack. I have a contact here that can have us on a boat to the mainland by then. Once we're back in Riften, we'll get you sorted out and I never have to put a toe in Morrowind again." Mercer explained as we walked into a lower class part of the city.
"Who is this contact?" I asked, curious.
"You'll meet her in a moment." My companion said as we approached a rundown building with a sign reading 'the South Wall Co
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The Mortality of Moirane Carvain vol. I
The Mortality of Moirane Carvain vol. I</I>
Prologue</I>
In the closing days of the Third Era, everyone had bad dreams.
In the years after the Warp of the West, settlements were destroyed by undead and travelers attacked by monsters.
In the decades after the death of Jagar Tharn, the walls between Nirn and the Planes of Oblivion grew ever weaker.
In the last years before war and death came and the end of the world was heralded I was born.
In the year 3E 407 the most cursed child in Mundus was born to Count Peragus and Countess Ophelia Carvain of Bruma.
That child grew up to be me.
My name is Moiraine Carvain, former Scribe to Emperor Uriel Septim VII, Lady of The Cyrodilic Jerall Mountains, Apprentice in the Arcane University, Nerevarine, Hero of Kvatch, Savior of Bruma, Champion of Cyrodiil, and the Dragonborn, Dovahkiin.
And this is the story of how I saved the world...
...and how I died
Chapter I — The Life and Trials of Moirane Carvain
I was
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Regency Roses
This is late, but Happy Valentine's Day.

I pressed this flower nearly two years ago in my Jane Austen anthology. It's a sweet little thing that makes me happy to look at, because this rose happens to be the one I photographed so prominently back in 2017.

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Rose photography is, by far, my very favorite kind. I hope to do more in future.

I own this copy of the Barnes and Noble Jane Austen · Seven Novels anthology, but not the works. They're in the public domain now, I think, though they'll always belong to Jane, of course.
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It's International Fanworks Day and by stars, I'm not missing it again.

#whatfanworksmeantome

"What do fanworks mean to me?" I ask myself while posting the third chapter to my Hobbit/Elder Scrolls fanfic on FFN and ao3. "That's a loaded question," I tell myself.

Fanworks mean everything to me. They're what taught me to write and to draw, to be artistic, to know that imagination has a place even in the day to day lives of adults, and for a girl who was once shy child and later a lonely teen, that means everything to me.

I loved stories as a small child. Being read to was one of my absolute favorite things. The Chronicles of Narnia were read aloud to me more than once. At one point I could recite the entirety of Horton Hears the Who from memory. I lived in a small world, but I didn't mind it so much because I had so many fantastic stories and wonderful characters to occupy my mind and time with.

I don't know what sparked my initial urge to write. I remember a sunny day and a little hardback journal I'd gotten from my grandmother. I found a pencil and began writing about a mermaid, because I'd just watched The Little Mermaid and mermaids have always been my favorite mythical creatures. I believe I was eight or nine at the time. Around that time was when I first tried to read The Hobbit, which was an epic fail because MiniMe thought it was bland and was upset it didn't have any girls.

Fourteen year old me didn't understand nine year old me at all. Adult me does, though.

This was also about the time I first read Harry Potter. I'd seen Half Blood Prince so I started with Deathly Hallows. I still can't believe my parents let a ten year old read that, but after that, I read the rest of the series in order fairly quickly.

Let me put this together: here I was a few years later, eleven going on twelve and soon to be thirteen. I had dozens of stories in my head, but aside from games of make believe, they always ended on the last page of their respective book. I hadn't written much since the Mermaid Story, but I still liked to have a pencil in hand. Well, there came a day when I was still fairly new to the whole concept of the internet when I wanted to watch The Land Before Time. At the time, I didn't have them on DVD and the one I wanted to see wasn't one of the three VHS tapes I still watched religiously. So naturally, I went to the internet.

Oh the internet.

I typed "the land before time vii stone of cold fire", and got Wikipedia. Wow, okay. I typed it again, but with "watch" added to the end, and got YouTube clips. There followed after several variations, but somehow they led me to FanFiction.Net's The Land Before Time archive. I had no idea what fanfiction was, but I saw one (I recently found it again, too, bit for the life of me cannot remember the title) and I read it on my mom's laptop, hidden away in my room with  a plastic bin as a table and a pillow as a chair.

...I had a table, but I'd gotten too tall to fit under it anymore. Moving on.

I read a lot of uncomfortable (not bad, just weird) fanfics in the Land Before Time archive. And then when I'd exhausted it (or thought I had; I didn't know all the M rated fics were hidden, thank God; for a long time I was confused by the discrepancy shown for the number of stories listed on the portal pages verses the one in the archive), so I did some more searching on the site and found Harry Potter. The first story I read there had Dobby being alive and going to live with Harry, Ginny, and the kids. It was happy and I was hooked.

And this is where fanworks came in.

I wrote my first fanfic, a Land Before Time piece taking place after the seventh film with Petrie, his uncle Pterano, and my very first fandom OC, Amber, who I wrote as Petrie's cousin. With the discovery of the Harry Potter archive, I began to write more. I read a story about Sirius having a daughter, so I had to write my own (Anna Black). I read a story about marriage laws and had a duh moment, putting Percy and Hermione together (For the Love of Two Bookworms). I read about time travel fics and Hermione and Sirius, or Hermione and Remiss, and Remus was my favorite, is still my favorite character, so I wrote my only completed novel: Elizabeth Carter, a cousin of Sirius' who falls in love with Remus. There were so many things wrong with it, but it was mine.

I also tried to write a few Star Wars and Penguins of Madagascar fics after this, but they weren't ever really serious, drawn out things. Just scripts, basically.

I never actually published any of these, though I did have a FFN account (different from the one I have now). My biggest piece (that I did post) was The Adventures of Violet and Kowalski.

"What! You're that person?" screams no one but me.

"Yes, me, I still can't believe it myself."

So at thirteen, I'd read The Hobbit again and liked it so much more than I did when I was eight. I then watched Lord of the Rings and fell headband over socks in love with Legolas. At the time, I was scribbling another fanfic, the aforementioned Adventures of Violet and Kowalski. In each chapter, they basically had a mini crossover. That was until I sent them to Middle-earth, wrote a Legomance in script format, and made Kowalski look stupid. My poor penguin...

Oh gosh, this is more embarrassing than I thought it would be.

I was the world's biggest Lord of the Rings fan, or so I thought, so when The Hobbit came out, I was hooked by my imaginary mermaid fin and drug down down down to Goblin Town. And I learned out flippant an adolescent girl's heart can be when I moved on from Legolas to Thorin Oakenshield with the drop of a hat (or the knocking on a door, as the case was). That was when I began what I once thought would be the greatest gift to fans everywhere:

The Tale of Valaina Divinesword.

(I'm writing another thing that talks about it and what I'd have liked to change.)

Oh. My. GOSH. Valaina was a self insert moreso than even Elizabeth Carter had been. She was perfect, a little short, mane-e-ak-ool, OP as crap, and...the daughter of Elrond.

Oh, I'm so sorry Second Favorite Character ™. I gave you a strange child OC.

Ahem, and she also married Thorin Oakenshield. (Wait, what? Don't ask, I was fourteen.)

But no matter how bad and lore breaking and forever incomplete The Tale of Valaina Divinesword is, it was nearly fifty chapters in length, some 60k words, over 150 pages, and a milestone. I knew I could write big. I wanted to write big. I'm going to write big!

(This is going long...I was always told I talked too much. Oh well, we might as well keep going!)

So, to move forward, we need to step back a moment. When I was twelve, we got an Xbox 360 and soon after Oblivion. I played the game so much, but most of the time I didn't know what I was doing, so got little to nothing actually done. And I died. A lot. But, it did help me to develop better characters than Elizabeth Carter and Valaina Divinesword. That's when I first created Averin Peredhil, my oldest still working OC. Well, I wrote a little fanfiction for Oblivion (read: Averin/Martin), and then I got Skyrim and joined deviantART.

It's weird to credit Skyrim with anything not money grabbing or glitchy, but the Skyrim fan community on dA helped me blossom in writing in ways I'd never known before. I participated in contests, mostly with The-Bards-College, and wrote Recollections, The Midnight Ordeal, and later after struggling with a learning curve concerning Writing ™ and Storytelling ™, I wrote about Artanis. My greatest failing, aside from Valaina and an early attempt to mesh Oblivion, Morrowind, and Skyrim all together in The Mortality of Moraine Carvain, is the unrealized potential in Infamy's Daughter, which is, I hate to say it, on indefinite hiatus. I will au it did help me to think longer, broader, and with more depth in the areas of world building and storytelling. After that, I wrote a lot of one shots and drabbles, things that have helped me with description and character building.

But I digress. Most of this has been about how fandoms have grown my own fanworks and a partial recantation of my journey as a writer. But that's only half of it. Fanfiction, good and bad, long and short, has been such a huge part of my life since before I was a teenager. It got my mind off of some dark times and hard times. It's helped me to laugh, to cry, to feel. Sometimes j think it's taught me more than I wanted to know about certain things, but I think that just adds to it. Our best memories have some shadow looming at the corner of the frame, or remind us of something else we'd rather not remember. There are very few fanfics I regret reading. There are plenty I didn't continue with, either because they didn't hook me or the writing was just too bad, but I don't regret them. They each represent a point in a journey made by other people, like me and probably like you but oh so very different in many wonderful and terrible, light and dark and grey ways.

Fanworks have, as a collective, been a near constant companion, a friend and a teacher, an inspiration for nearly half my life. Without the works of fans, made without pay for other fans, I wouldn't be me. Oh, I'd probably be a better student, but remember, Tolkien was a Professor and the creator of Middle-earth. Heck, his works are basically fanworks themselves, based on Norse sagas and Anglo-Saxon tales and ancient epics. But I say that to say that there's room for a little creativity, that of others and of yourself, in everyone's life.

I could probably go on and on about this, but I've been typing this for an hour and need to do laundry. But here, as a footnote, I want to add that fanart, though not my primary love, is still near and dear to my art. It was a fanartist who helped me learn to draw properly and it was fanart that I originally learned to draw. Fanart is beautiful and satisfying to make and to see.

And that's what fanworks mean to me.

And I'm...not going to bother tagging everything in here because, like I said, laundry.
NegaNight and the Nightingale
Oh? What's this? Artwork? From me?

Wait, you think it's a blatant ripoff of Darkwing Duck? It totally is. How more obvious can I be? Psssh! This is totally original! ... that's a lie.

Okay, enough goofing. So, Darkwing Duck is literally my all time favorite cartoon. I recently began rewatching it for old times sake (plus NegsyNegaduck) and naturally I had an itch. Usually I'm very good about pushing the itch away — or bad, since it wants to make me productive — but this time I was thinking about how awesome it'd be if I had my own DW costume. It's in the plans to go to Disney World next year, so that'd be appropriate, right?

Well, here's The Nightingale, my occasional alter ego who's usually depicted as a Time Lady, in the costume pieces I've managed to find on Amazon. Beside her is NegaNight, the evil crossover between Negaduck and The Master in a little Nightingale shaped package.

This... isn't the original piece. The original is in a sketchbook waiting for me to get sketchy, we, to do my black and white pencil and cloud magic. This is just a copy of the tracing colored on with Paper Mate pens of all things. Or G2s. I can't remember.

Honestly, my favorite part about this is the curling on the capes. They just add so much flair!

There you go. The somewhat sporadic update from moi.

Darkwing Duck / Negaduck © Disney
Time Lords © BBC
NegaNight and the Nightingale © Winters-Dawn1221
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Happy Fifth deviantART Anniversary, guys. I've been here for five years... wow.

Like, wow.

Honestly? I never thought I'd still use this account when I was just fifteen, scared of the internet, and created this page. To tell the truth, I haven't used it much in the last few years, either. Heck, my last journal is from late 2017! But this account, this site...the people, they've all helped me grow so much and helped make me into who I am today as a creator and as a person. I've met some of my best friends here. I learned to be a writer and an artist and a photographer here. I learned to be me here.

So thank you for a good five years, deviantART.

~Winter XOXO
Okay, but Taylor Swift signed a new deal with Republic Records and UMG and reportedly it's for five albums, and since she averages 15 songs per album, give or take, that's 75+ new Taylor Swift songs in the next 7 to 12ish years, right? So we get TS7 through TS11 basically guaranteed! Plus she'll be in Cats so there's the film soundtrack which is basically a sixth album, so that's a lot of Taylor Swift, and I'm so excited EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

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Hi...!

I'm a writer and artist who usually has better luck sticking to coloring books and reading, but that doesn't stop me from trying to do the very best I can with my passions!

What You Should Expect

:bulletblack: If I Watch you, I'm likely to partially stalk your gallery too.
:bulletpurple: If I favorite your work, it's because I think you did spectacular, even if I don't outright say it.
:bulletwhite: If I comment on your work, it means that I have done the impossible in finding the words to tell you why it's brilliant.
:bulletpurple: I appreciate each of my watchers and every last favorite and comment! well, not so much the trolls, you understand.
:bulletblack: I may not be the most consistent of people, but never take that to assume I'm abandoning something. My work takes time.
:bulletpurple: I love conversations! And despite if it takes me a while to get back to you, I'm not done talking, I assure you.

What You Never Wanted To Know About Me

:bulletwhite: I play the violin and sing. There's also piano lessons somewhere in there, but...bleh.
:bulletpurple: I can't drive, but if I could, I'd drive a navy blue corvette with a hard top and ivory leather seats.
:bulletblack: I read a lot, that's where I've learned most of my writing skills.
:bulletpurple: I fangirl a lot, especially over The Elder Scrolls, Marvel, Doctor Who, and The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings. Don't diss my sci-fi/fantasy.
:bulletwhite: C. S. Lewis is my favorite writer of nonfiction (and Narnia!) and J. R. R. Tolkien is my favorite fiction writer. Everyone else falls after them.
:bulletpurple: If I had a favorite constellation, it'd be Dephinus, the Dolphin, because I love dolphins.
:bulletblack: Leara is pronounced Lee-air-uh. I spent over an hour tracing the real name Leara's possible origins and have since decided that it'd mean Light of the Sea.

Anything Else...

:bulletpurple: I don't think so...oh!
:bulletwhite: ...feel free to send me a note anytime or browse my gallery!
:bulletpurple: Thank you!
:bulletblack: :huggle:

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It's International Fanworks Day and by stars, I'm not missing it again.

#whatfanworksmeantome

"What do fanworks mean to me?" I ask myself while posting the third chapter to my Hobbit/Elder Scrolls fanfic on FFN and ao3. "That's a loaded question," I tell myself.

Fanworks mean everything to me. They're what taught me to write and to draw, to be artistic, to know that imagination has a place even in the day to day lives of adults, and for a girl who was once shy child and later a lonely teen, that means everything to me.

I loved stories as a small child. Being read to was one of my absolute favorite things. The Chronicles of Narnia were read aloud to me more than once. At one point I could recite the entirety of Horton Hears the Who from memory. I lived in a small world, but I didn't mind it so much because I had so many fantastic stories and wonderful characters to occupy my mind and time with.

I don't know what sparked my initial urge to write. I remember a sunny day and a little hardback journal I'd gotten from my grandmother. I found a pencil and began writing about a mermaid, because I'd just watched The Little Mermaid and mermaids have always been my favorite mythical creatures. I believe I was eight or nine at the time. Around that time was when I first tried to read The Hobbit, which was an epic fail because MiniMe thought it was bland and was upset it didn't have any girls.

Fourteen year old me didn't understand nine year old me at all. Adult me does, though.

This was also about the time I first read Harry Potter. I'd seen Half Blood Prince so I started with Deathly Hallows. I still can't believe my parents let a ten year old read that, but after that, I read the rest of the series in order fairly quickly.

Let me put this together: here I was a few years later, eleven going on twelve and soon to be thirteen. I had dozens of stories in my head, but aside from games of make believe, they always ended on the last page of their respective book. I hadn't written much since the Mermaid Story, but I still liked to have a pencil in hand. Well, there came a day when I was still fairly new to the whole concept of the internet when I wanted to watch The Land Before Time. At the time, I didn't have them on DVD and the one I wanted to see wasn't one of the three VHS tapes I still watched religiously. So naturally, I went to the internet.

Oh the internet.

I typed "the land before time vii stone of cold fire", and got Wikipedia. Wow, okay. I typed it again, but with "watch" added to the end, and got YouTube clips. There followed after several variations, but somehow they led me to FanFiction.Net's The Land Before Time archive. I had no idea what fanfiction was, but I saw one (I recently found it again, too, bit for the life of me cannot remember the title) and I read it on my mom's laptop, hidden away in my room with  a plastic bin as a table and a pillow as a chair.

...I had a table, but I'd gotten too tall to fit under it anymore. Moving on.

I read a lot of uncomfortable (not bad, just weird) fanfics in the Land Before Time archive. And then when I'd exhausted it (or thought I had; I didn't know all the M rated fics were hidden, thank God; for a long time I was confused by the discrepancy shown for the number of stories listed on the portal pages verses the one in the archive), so I did some more searching on the site and found Harry Potter. The first story I read there had Dobby being alive and going to live with Harry, Ginny, and the kids. It was happy and I was hooked.

And this is where fanworks came in.

I wrote my first fanfic, a Land Before Time piece taking place after the seventh film with Petrie, his uncle Pterano, and my very first fandom OC, Amber, who I wrote as Petrie's cousin. With the discovery of the Harry Potter archive, I began to write more. I read a story about Sirius having a daughter, so I had to write my own (Anna Black). I read a story about marriage laws and had a duh moment, putting Percy and Hermione together (For the Love of Two Bookworms). I read about time travel fics and Hermione and Sirius, or Hermione and Remiss, and Remus was my favorite, is still my favorite character, so I wrote my only completed novel: Elizabeth Carter, a cousin of Sirius' who falls in love with Remus. There were so many things wrong with it, but it was mine.

I also tried to write a few Star Wars and Penguins of Madagascar fics after this, but they weren't ever really serious, drawn out things. Just scripts, basically.

I never actually published any of these, though I did have a FFN account (different from the one I have now). My biggest piece (that I did post) was The Adventures of Violet and Kowalski.

"What! You're that person?" screams no one but me.

"Yes, me, I still can't believe it myself."

So at thirteen, I'd read The Hobbit again and liked it so much more than I did when I was eight. I then watched Lord of the Rings and fell headband over socks in love with Legolas. At the time, I was scribbling another fanfic, the aforementioned Adventures of Violet and Kowalski. In each chapter, they basically had a mini crossover. That was until I sent them to Middle-earth, wrote a Legomance in script format, and made Kowalski look stupid. My poor penguin...

Oh gosh, this is more embarrassing than I thought it would be.

I was the world's biggest Lord of the Rings fan, or so I thought, so when The Hobbit came out, I was hooked by my imaginary mermaid fin and drug down down down to Goblin Town. And I learned out flippant an adolescent girl's heart can be when I moved on from Legolas to Thorin Oakenshield with the drop of a hat (or the knocking on a door, as the case was). That was when I began what I once thought would be the greatest gift to fans everywhere:

The Tale of Valaina Divinesword.

(I'm writing another thing that talks about it and what I'd have liked to change.)

Oh. My. GOSH. Valaina was a self insert moreso than even Elizabeth Carter had been. She was perfect, a little short, mane-e-ak-ool, OP as crap, and...the daughter of Elrond.

Oh, I'm so sorry Second Favorite Character ™. I gave you a strange child OC.

Ahem, and she also married Thorin Oakenshield. (Wait, what? Don't ask, I was fourteen.)

But no matter how bad and lore breaking and forever incomplete The Tale of Valaina Divinesword is, it was nearly fifty chapters in length, some 60k words, over 150 pages, and a milestone. I knew I could write big. I wanted to write big. I'm going to write big!

(This is going long...I was always told I talked too much. Oh well, we might as well keep going!)

So, to move forward, we need to step back a moment. When I was twelve, we got an Xbox 360 and soon after Oblivion. I played the game so much, but most of the time I didn't know what I was doing, so got little to nothing actually done. And I died. A lot. But, it did help me to develop better characters than Elizabeth Carter and Valaina Divinesword. That's when I first created Averin Peredhil, my oldest still working OC. Well, I wrote a little fanfiction for Oblivion (read: Averin/Martin), and then I got Skyrim and joined deviantART.

It's weird to credit Skyrim with anything not money grabbing or glitchy, but the Skyrim fan community on dA helped me blossom in writing in ways I'd never known before. I participated in contests, mostly with The-Bards-College, and wrote Recollections, The Midnight Ordeal, and later after struggling with a learning curve concerning Writing ™ and Storytelling ™, I wrote about Artanis. My greatest failing, aside from Valaina and an early attempt to mesh Oblivion, Morrowind, and Skyrim all together in The Mortality of Moraine Carvain, is the unrealized potential in Infamy's Daughter, which is, I hate to say it, on indefinite hiatus. I will au it did help me to think longer, broader, and with more depth in the areas of world building and storytelling. After that, I wrote a lot of one shots and drabbles, things that have helped me with description and character building.

But I digress. Most of this has been about how fandoms have grown my own fanworks and a partial recantation of my journey as a writer. But that's only half of it. Fanfiction, good and bad, long and short, has been such a huge part of my life since before I was a teenager. It got my mind off of some dark times and hard times. It's helped me to laugh, to cry, to feel. Sometimes j think it's taught me more than I wanted to know about certain things, but I think that just adds to it. Our best memories have some shadow looming at the corner of the frame, or remind us of something else we'd rather not remember. There are very few fanfics I regret reading. There are plenty I didn't continue with, either because they didn't hook me or the writing was just too bad, but I don't regret them. They each represent a point in a journey made by other people, like me and probably like you but oh so very different in many wonderful and terrible, light and dark and grey ways.

Fanworks have, as a collective, been a near constant companion, a friend and a teacher, an inspiration for nearly half my life. Without the works of fans, made without pay for other fans, I wouldn't be me. Oh, I'd probably be a better student, but remember, Tolkien was a Professor and the creator of Middle-earth. Heck, his works are basically fanworks themselves, based on Norse sagas and Anglo-Saxon tales and ancient epics. But I say that to say that there's room for a little creativity, that of others and of yourself, in everyone's life.

I could probably go on and on about this, but I've been typing this for an hour and need to do laundry. But here, as a footnote, I want to add that fanart, though not my primary love, is still near and dear to my art. It was a fanartist who helped me learn to draw properly and it was fanart that I originally learned to draw. Fanart is beautiful and satisfying to make and to see.

And that's what fanworks mean to me.

And I'm...not going to bother tagging everything in here because, like I said, laundry.

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