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Thanks for all your thoughts and opinions peeps! It's nice to know I'm not the only one who got sucked in by (what is obviously Satan's biggest trick to corrupting young women like myself) fanfiction! EPIC is amazing, I will also agree with that! in regards to that last part; do you mean that you don't believe in MM couples settling down with marriage and a job and kids and you now white picket fence and shit? Or do you mean you just don't find books like that appealing?

I think all writers, but probably especially poets, are a little mad. "You're absolutely bonkers, But I'll tell you a secret, all the best people are."

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So first off I want to say sorry to all those who left comments and did not get a response. Rest assured I probably wrote out a reply in my head when I read it and said "I'll have to remember to reply later" . I'm horrible when it comes to responding, I'll never be a good famous person LOL. But your thoughts are appreciated and I'm determined to go back and do so (even though so much time has passed lol). Also, sorry if you've been waiting on a story/chapter. I got distracted by a new series and went on a reading kick. Yea, I suck, I know. On that note my plans are as follows: Finish My Prince (epilogue is half done ish) Finish Duets (almost there!) Start Satan's BFF and figure out if I'm keeping it as a short story or expanding to multi-chapter. Maybe a series of one shots like the Admirer Series. We'll see. Work on plotting for The Good Doctor. Plot out a few more Admirer Shots I'm not going to make any promises on timing but I'm working on it!

In the dark I'll be your light, When you’re weak I'll be your mite, When you’re blind I'll help you see, I'll be there if you need me too be. When you cry I'll wipe your tears, If you’re scared I'll rid your fears, I'll speak the truth-What you need to here, Look into my eyes-I'll be your mirror. When you’re lost I'll help you find your way, When were together it will be okay, When you call I'll be at your side, I’m always happy to provide. My words will forever be true, I will always be here for you. At any time- night or day, Ever after in the very same way.

Finding Each Other The air was warm and the moon was bright. Fifteen year old Aidan McKenna was laying in the grass with his pack, relaxing after a run. There was no better feeling in the world in the young shifter’s opinion. Taking a deep breath he savored the familiar scents that filled the air. The grass and dirt, the forest filled with animals. The personal scents of his closest pack mates and family. The fresh baked pie smell of his mother, the warm leather of his father. Aidan sat up quickly and took a deep breath as a strange scent tickled his nose. With another deep breath he tried to catch more of the strange yet alluring scent. It was natural definitely, not quite human but not quite animal either. It was almost shifter, but sweet and mildly spicy. Aidan pushed to his feet, scenting the air, trying to discover what it was. He could hear the confused voices questioning him but it barely filtered from his ears to his brain. He followed the scent towards the tree line where it got stronger. The sweet and spicy smell grew sharp, almost like vanilla. Aidan froze again; another scent was layering over the first. It was sharp and coppery. Blood. The young teen took off at a run, following the smell to its source. He didn’t have to run far into the trees when the sour mix of vanilla and blood filled his head completely. He stopped suddenly allowing his eyes to shift so he could make out the shapes in the darkness. Someone was moving towards him, slowly and with obvious difficulty. As the shape became clearer Aidan saw it was a child, and a small one at that. The child stopped and reached out to grab the nearby tree. His hand slipped off and he pitched forwards towards the ground. Aidan didn’t remember moving, but suddenly the child was in his arms. Aidan pulled the child, who he could now see was a boy, close to his body. His skin was ice-cold and scattered in bruises, cuts, and blood. So much blood. How can a child so small have so much blood? He pushed the dark hair out of his face. He was so small, so young. The small boy took a shuddering breath and Aidan felt his heart stutter. “Aidan?” Aidan’s head snapped up and he gripped the boy protectively. He had been so caught up with following the smell he hadn’t even noticed his best friend, Logan, had followed him. “Hey, man, that kids in pretty rough shape. We should probably get him back to the house.” “He’s so small. How can someone so small bleed so much?” If Aidan had been in a clearer state of mind he would have noticed how broken and rough his voice sounded. Logan took a slow step forward, freezing when his friend growled. “Hey, now.” Logan held his hands up, palms facing out, and tilted his head to bare his throat. He was no threat to Aidan; or his young ward. “Aidan, he’s bleeding a lot and his heartbeat is erratic. His breathing is slow and shallow. He is fading fast, Aidan. We have to take him back.” Aidan nodded slowly. “Yea.” “Do you want me to…” “No! I mean… no, it’s okay. I’ve got him.” Pulling the boy close Aidan crawled to his feet, “I got him.” With Logan close on his heels he rushed back to house, trying his best not to jostle the boy around too much. When Aidan broke through the tree line his lungs were burning and his arms ached. The boy may have been small but dead weight was heavy. Oh god...please don’t let him be dead. Please don’t let him die. “Auntie Gwen! Alpha! Help us!” Logan yelled towards the house. “Oi, what do you have there?” “It’s a boy, Auntie.” “A boy? Is he human? Have you lost your senses?” Aidan gripped his cargo as his parents came close with the rest of the pack. “I’m not sure, Mama, his scent is strange. Please, he’s hurt. We have to help him.” This time Aidan could hear the fear and pain in his own voice. “Quick then, bring him in. We’ll see what we can do. Lennox!” “Where did you find him?” His father’s voice was steady, it gave him strength. “Near the north property line.” “Was he awake?” “I saw him trying to walk towards the house. Then he just collapsed. I could smell his blood...” “What is it, boy?” “He saw me but...” “But...?” “There was no fear. It was like he was trying to get to me. Maybe he’s like us.” “We will do what we can for him, call in the authorities tomorrow. If he survives.” “Thank you Da, Mama...” “Don’t thank us yet, there is a chance he will not make it through the night.” “He’ll make it, I just know he will.” +x+x+x+x+ Aidan tossed and turned. He couldn’t get comfortable, he couldn’t relax. He could still smell the sweet vanilla scent of the boy. No longer laced with the tang of copper. He felt worried, anxious and just a little scared. His father had called Pierce from the nearby town, he was the closest thing to a medic the Pack had. Even though he wasn’t Pack they trusted him with all their medical needs. The Doc had patched the boy up as best he could; the total injury tally was impressive. His right shoulder socket was shattered and he had two fractures in his ulna. A total of four broken fingers, five pulled or strained muscles, 26 stitches and countless swelling bruises and cuts. He had been walking on a dislocated knee for some time and one eye was swollen shut. He was malnourished and dehydrated. He had lost a lot of blood but not as much as Aidan had thought. The boy was stable when Pierce had left, but still in the danger zone. Aidan took a shuddering breath and threw his covers off. No one believed the little one would make it through the night. His father had arranged to dig a hole in the morning. The sounds of sleeping shifters drifted through the air as he made his way quietly into the hall. He would just peek in for a minute and make sure the little guy was okay before heading back to bed. And if he wasn’t? Hell, if he wasn’t he would pull him close and tell him a story. Nobody deserved to die alone. Especially such a small child. As Aidan stepped close to the door he could hear heavy panting and low, muffled grunts of pain. The smell of pure vanilla laced with fear filled his senses. He couldn’t leave the little guy all alone in there when he was in so much pain. He opened the door and called out softly, “Hey, hey now. I’m coming in okay?” The little boy whimpered but seemed to calm down. Aidan heard his little heart slowdown and his breath suck in deep. He could smell wolf; he knew the boy was one of them. No way could a human have survived that kind of trauma. “Hey, Little Pup.” He stepped closer with one hand out, unsure how the child would respond. “It hurts!” His voice was small and broken, Aidan felt his heart contract. “Please! What’s happening to me?” Aidan stepped closer; he was only a few steps away from the boy. He could see his muscles and bones shifting under his skin. He was changing. There’s no way! Aidan thought to himself, this kid is way too young to change! Aidan himself was an early changer and he had only gone through his first change last year. He took a deep breath and a small step closer. He kept his voice low and calm. “Do you know what you are, Little Pup? You’re changing. Do you know what that means?” “No, it’s too soon! I’m not old enough!” “Shhh… I know, Little Pup. I know. But you have to relax.” Aidan sat down next to the boy and pulled his head on his lap. He gently stroked his raven hair. “You have to just relax and let it happen. Don’t fight it. Feel the pull and let it flow. I got you; I won’t leave you, Little Pup. I’m here. Don’t be scared.” “I’m not scared.” Aidan took a deep breath; anxiety and sweat mixed with vanilla. But not one drop of fear. “I know. You’re such a brave little pup. I’m so proud of you. I’m here now, you just relax and I’ll take care of you.” The little boy took a deep breath and nuzzled his face against Aidan’s thigh. He took a deep breath and Aidan felt his body relax. It was as if the tension melted away now that he wasn’t alone. Gently stroking the little boy’s hair Aidan whispered praise and encouragement. He comforted him until his small body was covered in soft black fur. His change was almost complete. Aidan took his own clothes off and pushed his change. He pushed himself up on his four paws and looked over at the black wolf. Crystal blue eyes blinked up at him. The little wolf pushed to his feet with some effort but managed to hold his weight. He took a few shaky steps towards Aidan before pushing his muzzle into the larger gray wolf's fur. The little pup didn't even reach his shoulders. He seemed to be moving fine though, the shift would have healed most of his injuries. Aidan gave a little snort and rubbed his chin on top of the little pup’s head. He gave the pup a lick before jumping back. His head low, back haunches straight, tongue hanging out. He wanted to play. The little pup tilted his head to the side and gave a small snort. Really? He seemed to say, aren’t you a little old for this? Aidan snorted a laugh; his little pup was so mature. The little black wolf gave a big yawn and padded closer to the big guy, gave his muzzle a little nip the licked the bite. After a slow nuzzle the little pup curled up at Aidan’s feet and closed his eyes. Aidan smiled, as much as a wolf could smile, and lay down beside him. After curling his larger body around the small one and resting his head on top of the other boy’s he closed his eyes. Maybe a nap did sound good right about now. +x+x+x+x+ Ash woke up just as the sun was peaking over the horizon. He was calm and relaxed. For the first time in a long time he felt warm and safe. With only a slight ache in his muscles. Ash stretched his limbs with a groan. The warm body lying behind him readjusted its position pulling him closer. It should have been concerning that he was lying in an unfamiliar room, naked, with a strange teenager cuddled up to him. But for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to care. He snuggled up to the warm body and yawned. He’ll worry later, for now he was going to get some more rest. He pulled the blanket off the nearby bed and draped it over them before slipping back to sleep with ease. +x+x+x+x+ Aidan woke up when he heard the door click open. He pulled the younger boy closer, hiding his body with his own. He smelt his parents enter the room. He took a minute to make sure the blanket was covering the smaller boy completely. To keep him warm of course. Then he rolled over to face his parents. “I told you he would make it. He’s a shifter like us.” “What happened last night, Aidan?” His father asked. “He changed.” Gwen gasped and put a hand on her husband’s arm. “There’s no way, Lennox. He’s too young. Could he have been bitten?” “No, he knew what was happening. He’s definitely a born shifter.” Aidan turned back to the sleeping boy. His face was soft, almost angelic in sleep. He knew behind those softly twitching eyelids were the brightest blue eyes he had even seen. “Aidan, he can’t be more than 10.” “I know, I know. But that’s what happened. And he is completely healed.” “Maybe his injuries triggered an early change?” “Maybe he’s just special.” Aidan said absent-mindedly. “Hmm…” Lennox grunted. “He IS special.” Aidan insisted. He turned his head towards his parents, one hand playing across the young boy’s hair. “He can stay with us, right? We can’t leave him alone. I’m going to keep him. I’m going to take care of him now.” He looked back down on the boy, his voice going soft, “My special little puppy. I’ll take care of you.” Without waking the little boy pushed his head into Aidan’s hand, deepening the contact. His breath soft and even, his heart beating steadily. Completely synchronized with Aidan’s.

Girls with Anxiety I little diddy someone posted on facebook that really spoke to me. It was like that thing that I wish everyone understood and saw and thought when they see me. Like for those days when you just want to grab someone and shake them and yell at them, "can't you see how hard I'm trying!" Of course, same thing can be said about "boys with anxiety" i would like it best if it was "people with anxiety". But this will do. I work in retail. My job is to convince people they need expensive electronics, with all the bells and whistles (and protection of course), by making an emotional connection to instill trust and false sense of security. It's fucking draining. My job is sometimes my biggest nightmare and i wake up in the morning with desire only to crawl into bed and borrow under the covers and just forget i exist. And sometimes i'm walking the aisles at work and see a customer nearby and all i can think about is how I have to approach them and offer this stranger,who probably wants nothing to do with me, a piece of myself. It's like all those things you wish you could ell someone who tries but just doesn't understand. One of those things you see online and you want to show it to everyone you know because "this is me, get it now?" but you're to scared that hey still won't get it. or they just won't care. and it's that line between wanting to explain because obviously they haven't felt it so they don't know but also why the fuck should i have to explain why i feel that way cant you just except that i do? Can you just stop telling me "I'm lazy" or "a procrastinator" and see that right now I just can't. I'm exhausted by my own thoughts. Those days where it's a battle between fear of failure but o energy to be productive. Sitting there making a list of all the things you have to do but can't make yourself do any of them. When thinking about doing something stressful is so exhausting you can't get up and do it. It's like, "no i didn't forget, I thought about doing it. a lot. too much and that's why I can't do it" Those days where you are just so lonely, you feel almost desperate for huan contact. but then when you actually make plans you dead having to follow through ith them. It's seeing your friends or people online posting about how much fin their having, wishing you had been invited, but choking because you know if they had invited you, you probably would have blown them off. I feel aged. Old. I hate being told "i'm too young to be tired" or "I'm young, i should have more of a social life" my body may be young but my stress makes me feel old.

Every time my broken heart beats I feel the shards press against my skin Every time I breathe I feel the poison in my lungs Every time I close my eyes I see your smiling face And I'm not that strong I can’t take the pain I know one day I will move on I'm going to get over you But for right now I'm scared and lost And I just don't know what to do I remember all the things you said The way you looked into my soul I really thought we could make this work Cause you were not like the rest I watched you very closely And you passed my test But I'm not that strong I can’t take the pain I know one day I will move on I'm going to get over you But for right now I'm scared and lost And I just don't know what to do It seems like no matter what I do I just can’t stop myself from thinking of you No matter what my friends say I want to go back to that day When I finally made you mine I want to hold you close and breathe you in I want you to tell me together we'll make it through I want to go back to when it was me and you Cause I'm not that strong I can’t take the pain I know one day I will move on I'm going to get over you But for right now I'm scared and lost And I just don't know what to do

The Pack - multi-chapter, wolf-shifters I have been working on this for so long, it is my baby, my one true love. It won't be posted until I have the plot flushed out a bit more. But I have lots of teasers for it. The myth behind the wolves The Morrígan worked very closely with groups of men called männerbund, these groups were made up of young warrior hunters who lived on the borders of society and indulged in lawless acts. Often, she enlisted these groups to assist her in her plots for war and revenge; basically they were mercenaries. Morrigan found many of these groups were shrinking as the members grew up and decided to give up their lawless ways and properly join society, often due to starting/ wanting to start a family. In order to convince them to stay with her she gifted those who remained loyal the ability to change themselves into wolves. While in human form they had increased strength, speed,stamina and senses. While in wolf form they maintained their human minds. Morrigan made no attempt to control her creations outside of making sure they were completing her tasks. The männerbund used their ‘wolf skills’ in order to commit more vicious crimes; including rape and murder. Often with the intent of breeding more of their own kind. In order to combat this new threat Cernunnos gave another group of warriors the ability to also turn themselves into wolves in order to protect their people. These wolf-shifters were given the names MacTier. When the Morrigan was confronted about the abominations she had let loose she refused to take responsibility. In order to save face she cut ties with the groups but could not take the gift back. Cernunnos give them the choice: give up their evil ways and join the Mac Tier or continue to live lawless and be cursed. Many in the group believing in Morrigan's protection refused to amend their ways. Not knowing that when she ‘disappeared’ she also denied them her favor and protection. Those that refused Cerunnos’ offer were cursed with great pain during their change and that ever if they lay with a human, as soon as they turned wolf again, they would lose their human form. Once one lost their human form they began to lose their human mind. Eventually becoming feral and very dangerous. The idea of this curse being that it wouldn’t stop them from mating (children were often the reason most decided to ‘turn good’), just from raping or tricking unsuspecting humans into bearing their young. Another wolf would be able to tell what they were by scent. The cursed wolves soon became known as Dire Wolves

Life is like a roller coaster It has its ups and downs But sometimes you seem so low You think you'll hit the ground But pay close attention Don’t close your eyes Watch as the track goes up Soon you shall rise.

*Note: for the purpose of this entry i will be using the term amateur writer inr regards to someone who is self-published or self posting. Not in reference to experience or skill level* My interest in gay romance started in a way, I think, is similar to most straight women's: fanfiction. It all started with the Percy Jackson series. For those of you who are not familiar I'll give you a little background. This series has a totally bad ass character named Nico. He is sort of a minor character or a background hero. He starts out very minor but his importance grows as the series progresses. He becomes one of those characters that isn't really 'the hero' but you can tell without his efforts the hero never would have been able to prevail. As his character arch progresses you realize his motivation for saving the world has more to do with saving the hero himself. When it's revealed that hes gay and has a thing for the hero you can't help but wish manages to capture his love interests attention. Spoiler, he doesn't. He's such an awesome character and has been through so much you can't help but want something good for him. So of course, there a million fanfics where the hero changes his mind, comes to his senses, dumps him girlfriend and realizes how bad ass awesome Nico is and the live happily ever after. I fell in love with him and his love for Percy. My second big step into the 'genre' came with Openly Straight by Bill Konigsberg. A story about a gay boy who struggles with the balance between being "Gay Rafe" and "Rafe, who happens to be gay" The 'nail in the coffin' so to speak for me was when I realized I didn't identify with the females in amateur writing. Not just because I would be considered 'masculine' or 'a tom boy', but because the female in these stories seemed to be very ditsy, unreasonable drama queens. I read story after story where the female characters were just ridiculous and the stories I was reading all followed the same equation. I find myself drawn to gay romance/ literature because it's fresh and new, the characters are more relatable, the struggles are real, and yes because gay sex if f*cking hot (LOL). I read one article that made me prickle about how women are attracted to MM romance because it allows them to relate to a 'submissive' character without feeling like they are giving into gender roles. It went on to say women like the idea of being submissive but shy away from it because they feel the pressure to be a 'strong' women. While I could relate to idea of yes, sometimes it's nice to be the 'girl' even thou I see myself as a 'strong women', I don't feel that pressure to shy away from it. (the article was written by a straight man, may or may not be relevant) Another discussion board I found expressed it as the same attraction men have to lesbian porn; two is always better then one. Again, while it has some merit it didn't feel like the whole picture. Yes, the sex is hot, but it's not ALL about the hot sex, or even the fact that it's two men. it's about well written, sexual sex instead of fluffy caresses and quivering members. Most women see to express the same feelings I have. The portrayals of women in media and novels, even amateur, are just ...blah. Discussion Questions How did you first discover MM romance? What attracted you to it? How do you feel about the article about women and submissive roles? About two men just being hotter? How do gay men/women feel about this "gay fandom"? How realistic do you find the portrayals of queer characters written buy binary authors? Any other comments are welcome as always

The Good Doctor - Multi-Chapter, Romance, no supernatural elements, Maddox had a bad habit of looking for trouble, but one night in the ER and he finds something even more exciting then that. Can Maddox put his self destructive behavior aside to show the Good Dr. he's more than just a broken doll. “What happened to him?” The doctor’s voice came out soft and breathless, and he wasn’t surprised. “Who did this?” The young boy lying in the hospital bed in front of him was unconscious; thick, dark eyelashes peaked out from under a mop of curly brown hair and rested across pale skin. With a slightly trembling hand the young doctor reached for the chart hanging on the end of the bed. Maddox Rhode, he was older then he looked but still young at 21. A young man instead of a boy. One cracked rib, a black eye and a split lip. His knuckles were split open from where he obviously fought back and he had a nasty scratch on his check from what could have been a ring. He had taken a beating and it made the doctor’s chest ache. The records said he sustained blunt force trauma to the head knocking him out cold. “Got into a fight in an ally. Not sure who started it.” The young nurse overseeing the boy answered, the doctor remembered her name to be Kayla. The doctor let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “But I bet we can tell who finished it.” “You know how people always say, ‘you should see the other guy’?” “Yes?” “Well, Doc, you should see the other guy.” The nurse gestured to a bed a few feet away. After a final glance at the pale young man he made his way to the other bed. This man was older and much larger, surprisingly in much worse shape. His jaw would have to be wired shut and for the smaller kid’s broken rib this man had three of his own. He had a matching black eye and a wound that would need stitches underneath it. “Dr. Green? The little guy, he did this?” Doctor Green looked up and smirked, “I take it this is the first time you’ve seen him come in here?” “Does it happen often?” “Oh yea. Kid gets into a lot of fights, he may be small but he be fierce. Just don’t let him hear you call him kid. He hates it, and really, he’s not as young as he looks.” With a small smile Dr.Green got back to his patient. “Maddox’s in here at least twice a month.”

Every year our two families would come together on Christmas Eve and this year it was our turn to host. As usual Auntie had decked the house out in decoration and gotten a grand tree for the living room. The table was weighed down with food; turkey and all the trimmings. More dessert then we could possibly eat in one night. We always ended up having leftovers for days. We had spent so many years together there was no way we could be anything but a family. Conversation flowed and laughter came ea

Smile wide With tears in my eyes Holding back what makes me cry Shake my head It’s all alright I don’t want another fight Turn around The tears fall down Whispering goodbye

As a parent who struggles with gender identity (Neutral? Fluid? A-gender? Something else?) the hardest thing I have faced is figuring out how to raise my kid. He is a mini me, personality and attitude. In many ways he is what would be considered a 'regular little boy' but in a lot of ways he displays 'overly feminine' behaviors. I do my best to keep a neutral environment, but find have started over thinking things that is making my life, perhaps, more complicated then they need to be. (FYI he's only 4) When he assigns gender to inanimate objects, such as hair or toys, I correct him. When he labels gender roles, boys/ girls don't do that, I correct him. But sometimes it's not as easy as that... A good example took place last week. We were both home sick and decided to paint our nails (actually his idea). When I finished his he turns to me, hand out and says "Mommy, look I have pretty girl nails!" So I reply by telling him just because they are pretty, they aren't girls nails. Boys can have pretty nails too. He says again, "I have pretty girl nails" So I start second guessing myself; maybe he WANTS to have GIRL nails. Do I say "you can have girl nails if you want", or do I try to teach him they don't have to be "girl nails" in order to be pretty" I idea behind not pushing gender roles on a kid is one I am fully 100% behind (his juice bottle is pink hello kitty, his thermos is spider man), but it's a lot harder in practice. I keep worrying I'm going to unintentionally push him towards something without even realizing it. And I find it's difficult to teach gender to a kid who doesn't even understand that no mommy doesn't have a penis. Any other parents facing similar... i don't want to say problems... confusions is perhaps a good word. Any other parents facing similar confusions? Any examples of things your parents did you found very positive? Any advice on how to maintain a healthy environment? How young is too young to start worrying or trying to explain the idea of gender?

I'll do my best! I'm so glad you're enjoying it. Thanks for taking the time to review

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Muhahahaha! Thanks for reviewing im glad you're enjoying the story

Oh man a duel would have been so cool! Lol Thanks for reviewing!

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Well, im fire resistant but those pitch forks don't look like fun

Thanks for catching that error! I fix it ASAP . Also, muhahahaha. It does seem like a really small kingdom. Its like one little village lol.

The door opened with a groan and prince Noah took a deep breath before following the two pirates into the throne room. An entourage of pirates and villagers followed, his once lost lover only one step behind. The captain and what was left of the royal guard were bound and gagged like prisoners. Noah made sure to keep his head high and hoped this would work without further blood shed. His father sat upon his throne with dark eyes. Noah wished he was surprised to find his father holed up in the t

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me … The Sound of Music quote was a little corny, even for him, but the ‘brown paper package tied up in string’ was very sweet. And it was filled with my favorite things. A small teddy bear dressed as Dracula, warm fluffy socks, a box of mac and cheese, the unscented soap I prefer but was unable to buy anywhere in town and the next book in a sci-fi series I’ve been reading. Searching online I found the jackpot, it wasn’t something I had t

LOL I'm glad your intrigued! I've started working on this slowly but I made myself promise not to get too into it before I finish a few of my other pieces. I have a habit of getting distracted by new ideas and not finishing old ones! So while it won't be posted for a while I'll leave a few sneak peeks up as I go along! I feel like Satan has a pretty bad rap, I mean he is still technically an Angel, and he punishes bad people. It's not like he goes out of his way to be a douche lol