Bro, I told my therapist that I write a lot of stories. I made a mistake and told them how sometimes my writing reflects my mental state... Now they want me to bring some into to share! HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO GROW THE BALLS TO BRING IN X READER FAN FICTION TO MY THERAPIST!? WHAT HAVE I DONE!? WHAT DO I DO!?
That awkward moment where you read a book, post on Facebook about how much you stan the academic who wrote it, also email the author a bunch of questions because you have no chill, and then they friend you on Facebook and "like" the post
Don't leave me, please don't be, the seventh maid in a row.
(here is a more detailed and the offical cover of this au.)
the flowertale au was one of my favorite sans au despite the flowerfell au being the more popular of the two. Decided to make a John Dory Au based in it since, why not. Also, might have a character death. 😉
in this Au, the world is being reset when certain trolls die and type of flowers will form, from their cause of death. No one seems to remember their deaths besides John Dory.
John Dory would know that the world had reset since he wakes up in the same place everytime it does. He’s always confused when it happens until he died and was reset. This caused him to figure out what was happening.
Flowers were forming on the Trolls that were seemingly had died before the reset. Each Trolls would grow different flowers but some could have multiple flowers blooming as well.
White Clovers, Holly flowers, Willow flowers, and Columbines were John Dory’s flowers that bloomed from his right eye making him blind from that side. He had to adjust to this and eventhally he did.
In the beginning, JD was worried and confused at the same time as he noticed that the trolls he knew were supposed to be dead, are alive and seemed to have flowers blooming where the wounds, that they die from. He eventually, went through many resets until it was his turn to die and being alive once again, only to find out that he is half blind.
Figuring out which flowers he had wasn’t that hard and thought that it fit him since they flowers were some of his favorites.
Woke up to the smell of dog shit (technically I woke up to the sound of the alarm, but definitely smelled shit on the way down the stairs).
Zella had had diarrhea? (it was diarrhea but it was mostly mucus and she had been vomiting last night) all. over. the living room carpet. I did take the half hour to clean it up, but in the process decided the rug was a total loss. So as soon as husband woke up we rolled it up and took it outside to await big garbage day. We were just talking about replacing it the other day anyway.
Then husband discovered the dog shit in the crate. Sven had pooped in his crate overnight. No wonder we could still smell dog shit even with the carpet gone, the windows open, and scented candles lit. And on top of it all, Sven needs a bath.
I still have to feed the cats, take a shower, pack a lunch, get dressed and probably a million other little things im forgetting. In 45 minutes. Yay.