IND. SELECT. OC BLOG WRITTEN BY FLEDERMAUS. ESTABLISHED FEB. 18, 2025.

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Hey everybody!! 🪁

I know I haven't been super active here lately — Puff's not gone forever, I promise!

I have a new blog though, if anyone is interested in checking it out :)

A creature of monumental guile and deception.

A monster's cruelty that rivals the most terrible horrors.

And yet, some seem to forget —

The creature was once small, too.

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You are worthy of love, and this too shall pass: A word from someone who has come so very far

Hey friends, I know it's been a little bit since I made a post like this, but I feel it necessary to extend my warmth for the holiday season.

Many of us have fallen on hard times in one way or another. Maybe it's financial troubles, issues with family or friends, perhaps upset over current events — Whatever the case, know that I'm proud of you for still being here with us, and I thank you for making it so far along.

Many years ago, when I was thirteen years old, I sat on my bedroom floor sobbing and thought to myself, "I'm not going to make it". I had convinced myself that there was no potential in my life, and that I was unworthy of any better destiny. Now, I live with someone who makes me feel like the sun rises just for us. I feel inspired to pursue new projects and ventures. I feel happy more days than I feel sorrow now. While it can be easy to forget joy in a sea of worries and "what if"s, I enjoy the logic in knowing a better day will come around the corner. And, hey — Even if it's only one more good day, won't that day feel mighty good?

Thank you for sticking around and fighting. Advocating for yourself. Feel free to share this message. Encourage your community and let them know you love them. I think we all need encouragement in times like these.

Signed,

Sawyer / Fledermaus.

Phil Rosette lives on the streets, fighting day-to-day with his own mind and against a world he wants to love. When he acquires a frightening curse like something out of a horror movie, he thinks his luck can't get any worse. Then, when the homeless population begins to go missing in town, Phil finds himself framed — Can he solve this string of senseless murders before it's too late?

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Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, Rien ne va plus

somehow she knows that she's not all that convincing , dainty little thing like her . maybe that's what makes it so enticing , she can do what she wants !

lilli senses the old dragon playing along , but-- not so in a way that tries her temper . on the contrary , it further smooths her icy exterior , the child's blue eyes look elsewhere & her heel digs into the green earth as she tries to maintain her inconsistent moodiness . why is she here all alone ? why isn't she playing with her friends ?

“ it's what i do , ” she mumbles . “ that's what we do in eisworld . ”

... sort of . big , mean , & ruthless are on brand , but she hasn't resorted to biting anyone just yet . father would be flabbergasted .

but this isn't eisworld . & she's certainly not someone to be so nippy , inherent frostiness , aside . why is the little fairy here all alone ? why isn't she playing with her friends ?

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"So I see," Puff answers the snip with a twirl of his scruffy beard around a finger. Twirling again and again in thoughtfulness. His words will require tact and grace, he thinks — Something he's got great practice in. Capturing passing interest is easy enough, he thinks.

"Eisworld seems very dangerous, then. I think I'd much prefer a good conversation... Perhaps a good art and craft. But that's just me, anyway."

Through a puff of pink smoke, he pulls through a bit of sparkly blue construction paper and some scissors. Putting the project to his lap, he sits and begins to cut, snipping away the edges and corners of the paper. Glitter floats from the page as though unaffected by gravity as his brows knit in concentration.

"Don't mind me; I've just got something new to make and contribute."

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'My goodness,' A gentle voice jested, 'I would have grabbed my umbrella if I'd known it was raining children.'

MARI JUST BARELY HAS THE CHANCE to gasp in surprise, but is caught mid-glance over her shoulder just as a paw grips the back of her collar to lift her onto her feet. If not for the fact that she was still stunned, she would have protested at the gesture. Before she gets to however, she feels her feet touch the ground.

Oh, her legs are like gelatin. Wobbly, and ready to buckle underneath at any moment. Mari stumbles, takes a step forward in the process and is forced to a knelt like she were a clumsy kelbi fawn learning to walk. "H-whoah—"

Another dizzy spell of nausea built up in her upper stomach, and then melted away as she finally found the strength to slowly stand up straight. A hand plants to rub her sore back, and she leans forwards and squeezes her eyes shut. "Where . . . where did I land?"

It was easily seen that Mari hadn't broken anything. The creatures of this world were incredibly durable, and the rider herself had endured far worse falls. With another small shake of her head to try and rid of any remaining dizziness, Mari slowly turns around to face the scaly stranger, and falls back on her rump—intentionally this time, as to catch her breath.

It's then that she takes a moment to scan him up and down. He was taller than her, but only by a few feet. He also looked like a smaller, rounder, and friendlier-looking green fatalis.

"Who are you?"

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"Landed in safety, I'd call it," Puff hums. It's with this, he takes a seat to better address his new acquaintance, crossing one leg over another to remain prim and proper.

"I am Puff — Dragon of vaster skies than I'm sure you can imagine. I'm a bit of a traveler myself; I would offer you my card, but I'm afraid I haven't designed one yet!"

With the simple snap of his fingers, a gentle melody of no particular source played. It seemed to emanate from everywhere and nowhere all at once, beautiful and soothed.

"Now, a question for you: What are you doing, falling from such grand heights?"

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I've been thinking about Phil a lot lately, and I want to flesh out his story more officially.

If I were to write a story/novel of him in my spare time, would anyone be interested? What platform should I put it on? I was previously using wattpad, but I absolutely HATE the amount of ads on mobile and am tired of supporting them. I don't have an ao3 account either — any suggestions?