Hey guys!

So if you know FrostedDragonHeart, you can blame her for me having an account. (If you don't know her you should go check her out she's amazing and I love her to death!)

A few quick things about me...

I love quotes and am an avid supporter of the Always Keep Fighting campaign, so you will probably see a lot of random quotes/poems/etc. added to this profile as time goes on. I promise to always keep them at the bottom, so it's easier to skip if you wish.

I have lots and lots of fandoms, but have only just started the foray into writing fanfic, so I'm still working out which characters I can and can't get into the headspace of. Currently, some of my top fandoms (not a complete list by far) include Supernatural, Harry Potter, the Mortal Instruments, Peter Pan, Alice in Wonderland, ATLA, Once Upon a Time, Rise of the Guardians, Chronicles of Narnia, Power Rangers, and lots more.

I am open to requests, so if you have something, send it my way and I'll do my best! FrostedDragonHeart and I have a joint tumblr at where we post/accept headcannons and oneshots for a myriad of fandoms (we also have separate tumblrs under the same urls).

So...yeah. I think that's about all for now. Happy fan-ing!

Stories: I totally and completely own every part of the following fandoms. That's why you're seeing these stories here on fanfic instead of as canon material……totally….yeah. (Unfortunately don't own anything but my takes on the stories we all know and love (and any original characters I introduce), I'm just playing in the sandbox like everyone else here.)

Platonically Kills You: This is a continuation of FrostedDragonHeart's Platonically Kills You. It's angst and heartbreak. Sorry (but not really). These stories are companions for each other. Mine are told from Cas's POV while hers are told from Dean's, but they are the same stories. UPDATE: We have decided to continue the angst! We will be posting additions soon, so keep checking back on both our profiles/follow the stories to keep updated ;). If you have any requests of canon scenes you would like to see re-written with PKY as character background/backstory, send us a PM! We cannot promise to fulfill, but they can be used to spur on creative juices. Spoiler: I've already toyed around with a certain crypt scene from 8x17 for those who know what I'm talking about (for this scene check Drabbling Through Time: Penance).

Drabbling Through Time: Shockingly, this is a collection of drabbles XD As the summary says, kinda a conglomeration of all things Supernatural, but will start out with PKY-inspired drabbles. If anyone has any drabble requests, PM me! I can't promise anything spectacular, but I will do my best to fulfill!

Dramione Drabbles: Its….drabbles…about Dramione. I'm so original. XD This is really just an open forum for me to add whatever random stuff I write. Requests open!

Original poems below. I don't mind sharing, but PLEASE credit! A lot of these come from the heart, and it takes a lot to be able to put them out into the great interwebs, so please keep the credit if you share!

(This is called "Always Keep Fighting" and is one of my personal favorites I've written)

Words, emotions, voices, thoughts,

Getting louder and louder,

Spinning around in your head faster and faster and faster.

Nothing stops it, nothing gives you rest.

It Just keeps growing.

Larger.

Darker.

It fills you up until you feel like you're drowning,

And it gets so crowded inside your head that

You don't know how to keep fighting.

But turn the knife into a pen,

Your flesh into paper,

And write and write and write and write,

And write and write and write and write.

Death

Love

Loss

Fear

Anger

Laughter

Anxiety

Sorrow

Happiness

Tears

Frustration

Worry

Beginnings

And, finally,

The End.

But it's never the end, because

You turn the page,

You keep writing,

And you

Always

Keep

Fighting.

(This is "Unbroken")

Whispers.

Oh my god.

Did you see her?

She doesn't wear any makeup.

She acts so perfect, thinking she's better than everyone

else.

She's such a hypocrite.

Can you believe what she just said.

Help

Just ignore them.

There's nothing we can do.

It'll toughen you up.

Ignore.

Ignore.

Ignore.

Confront.

You're right.

I don't wear makeup,

I wear a mask.

I don't show my scars because

I'm so covered by them you can't tell

whats skin.

I'm sorry, how do you see the splinter in my eye

through the log in your own?

Because I know you can't see any forest

through that tree.

I'm naive?

I naively trusted,

I naively got my heart broken and

I naively chose not to tell you to kiss my ass.

It'll toughen me up?

Words and stones both break these bones,

but a bone never breaks in the same place

twice.

So throw.

Because I'm running out of unbroken space.

I hope you remember there was

Nothing you could do when these

Words are the last nail in the

Coffin of my early life.

(This one is called Source, and was written for a friend)

The road is dark,

And too long to see.

Still you trudge on,

Yet you feel so defeated.

There's a light in the world

That you just can't see;

But darling don't you know-

It's hard to see a light,

When you're standing at its source.

Here are a few original pieces by FrostedDragonHeart she gave me permission to post. I love them!

A few words about Life by FrostedDragonHeart

Life...Nobody knows the true meaning behind it, and it is more probable than it is improbable that no one will ever know its meaning. But learning its true meaning is definitely not what life is about. We, humans, are not all knowing, but that's okay because we're not meant to be. This is a journey, and every journey has it's lessons. Its tales. Its stories...and its mistakes. Part of it is about learning. Finding love. In friends, family, and significant others. Searching for happiness, "the truth," and risking it all, weather or not we realize we do it. The truth however, is questionable. Truth can be taken many different ways depending on who you are. Our experiences define us which, therefore, defines and reshapes the truth as we individually see it. It should not be what we revolve around. Life should be taken one day at a time. No stride or step taken exactly the same. Tripping and stumbling is a part of walking. We are not perfect! We were never meant to be, fore perfection does not mean happiness. In fact, the search for perfection can drive any human insane! And if in fact one did reach perfection by some insane twist of fate, their life would forever be devoted to keeping and maintaining that perfection. And, once again, perfection is a personal matter. There is no set in stone way, no such thing as the perfect PERFECT! Fore what is perfect to one may not be to another. Believe that you are taken care of, your fate is laid out for you, your will is your own, or whatever it is that makes your life worth living. Life is always worth living because it is yours to discover and define. So take a nice long stroll through it, and see what happens.

(This is called "Guilt" and is a true story by FrostedDragonHeart.)

Just ignore it. My brain tells me.

But she’s screaming for help! My heart says.

SNAP!

What are you supposed to do!? She won’t listen!

But why does that mean you shouldn’t try?

SNAP! SNAP!

Why?!

SNAP!

I drop my eyes to my script, unable to look up. I tell myself to just focus on the script. Focus on my lines. Don’t look at her. Don’t think about it.

My eyes don’t listen.

I see her. She grabs the rubber band around her wrist. She pulls back as if she’s drawing on a bow.

SNAP!

It sounds so painful…why?

I look up to the small circle of actors around me, examining each face. I see that we all know. We all know what this girl is doing, but we choose not to acknowledge it.

See! You’re not the only one. My brain reassures.

It’s not right. My heart cries out. Stop her! Sit beside her! Put your hand over her wrist!

It’s not your place! You hardly know her!

Someone should!

But why you?!

I hear a small gasp, as if someone is choking on air because they’ve been holding their breath for so long, their lungs forgot what it was like to be filled with air.

Oh no…

Another girl, young and a close enough friend of mine, stares at her. Stares at the rubber bands.

SNAP!

She flinched, like she was the one struck. Tears…she’s crying. Looking into her eyes, it’s like I could actually see trauma flickering in her watery orbs. She’s remembering something. Something triggered by that-

SNAP!

I turn my gaze back to the girl inflicting pain on herself. Can’t she see she’s triggering pain in another?! Doesn’t she care?!

But she doesn’t see. She’s too focused on her own turmoil. She’s too blinded by her own suffering to notice that of another’s.

Do something!

You can’t!

The sound of a chair screeching back across tiled floor draws my attention. The student director stands, throws her script down and walks out of the room. She’s seething with anger.

We all pause for a moment.

One of the actors picks up his line.

SNAP!

PLEASE SAY SOMETHING!

NO! IT’S NOT YOUR PROBLEM!

MAKE IT YOUR PROBLEM!

YOU’LL BE REJECTED! SHE WON’T WANT IT!

THEN YOU’LL TRY AGAIN!

YOU’LL BREAK!

WE CAN MEND!

IT’S A LOSING BATTLE! YOU’LL ONLY END UP HURT! DON’T DO IT!

IT CAN BE WON! SAY SOMETHING!

I feel a nudge on my left arm. I’ve turned to see the girl beside me.

“It’s your line.” Her eyes are sad, as if she knows the battle raging inside of me between my heart and my head.

She points out to me where we’ve left off in the script.

SNAP!

I say my line.

My heart shatters.

You’ll regret this.

You will…

( JUST STRONG ENOUGH by FrostedDragonHeart)

Why don’t you talk to me?

I’m afraid.

You can tell me anything!

Okay…

Aw, that’s so terrible. I’m so sorry!

Don’t be sorry.

I had no idea. I promise I’ll be here for you.

Really?

Really…

And you were. You listened to me that one time. You heard me out once. You were there once…

I got better after that. I felt better knowing you were there…

I acted better. I acted like the “me” you expected.

But that’s the thing. That’s acting. That’s what you expected.

It wasn’t a one-time thing.

I’m still hurt.

I’m still sad.

I still don’t know why.

I act like I’m okay, but…I’m not.

I told you I was sad. I told you what I had done. I took off my mask for you, and you were there…but now you’re not.

I thought you would be able to see through the mask I put on for everyone else. The mask I let you look behind. The mask I took off for you. The mask I took off for hope. For help.

The mask I now continue to wear for comfort…because you can’t see

…Do I want you to see?

I didn’t before. Why would I now?

Maybe…because you were there that once…

But you’re not now and I’m almost drowning! I’m so close to drowning but you can’t see it.

But then…I don’t let you see it.

I’m not strong.

I’m not as strong as I let you think.

I’m just strong enough.

Just strong enough to keep my head above the water. Just strong enough to fight the currents trying to pull me under. Just strong enough to look like a strong swimmer.

But I’m not.

The currents have their hold on me, and though I can keep my head above the water, I can’t reach the shore.

And you were there once.

You threw me a safety line once, and I took it.

You pulled me to shore once, and I can’t thank you enough for that.

…But the waters are rising.

The tide is coming in…

And I’m not as strong a swimmer as I thought.

I’m just strong enough.

Just strong enough to make you think that I’m floating. Just strong enough to keep breathing. Just strong enough to not let the currents pull me under.

But their grip is strong.

And your lifeline only appeared once…

I know it’s me. I know my mask is firm. It fooled you for so long. I still let it fool you now. Because I’m just strong enough to convince you that I’m handling it.

That I’m okay.

That the waters are calm.

I did it for so long before…Of course I can do it again.

Until my mask slips.

And you come back.

And you pull me to shore.

And you wrap a warm towel of love and comfort around me.

But the glaciers are melting.

And the tides keep rising.

And I must continue to be just strong enough.

Quotes!(this will one day get obnoxiously long I'm gonna go ahead and apologize)

You don't need someone to complete you, you need someone who allows you to be completely you.-Geminalupus

Just because someone else's battle looks different doesn't mean yours isn't real. Your scars, whether internal or external, are proof of that. -Geminalupus

Scars speak for you. They say you're strong, and you've survived something that might have killed others.-Gena Showalter

No time is wasted that is spent on people.- Geminalupus

Memories fade, and history is written by the victors, so document everything, the good and the bad, because it’s both together that makes life worth living.- Geminalupus

You shouldn't cling to the past, but neither should you forget about it. The past should be laid to rest with respect, acknowledging the power it held when it was the present.-Geminalupus

If you are going through anything, especially something that is invisible to the public, do not let anyone make you feel like it is not a real struggle because it is and it can make you stronger and more sensitive to other people.- Humans of North Carolina Facebook page (didn't show original speaker)

Beginnings are usually scary and ending are sometimes sad, but it’s everything in between that makes it all worth living.- Bob Marley

I am the author of my life. Unfortunately, I am writing in pen, and I can’t erase my mistakes.- Bill Kaulitz

Friends will laugh when you say something self-deprecating, thinking you're joking. Good friends will smack you and tell you to snap out of it. Best friends will hold you tight and teach you the truth of who you are. -Geminalupus

How many times do we tell someone "You can tell me anything", when what we really mean is "You can tell me anything of relevance or interest to me; but stay firmly between the bounds of who I think you are"? --Geminalupus

It’s not healthy to be happy all the time. It may take longer, but a drought will kill just as surely as a flood. It’s balance that brings life.-Geminalupus

Life isn't meant to be easy. It's supposed to make you find the best, and forgive the worst, inside each of us. -Geminalupus