My Bloody Little Kitty – A Story that Needs to Come Back


Going back to Wattpad today had the unexpected re-emergence of an old fond memory. Back when I was a budding teen author before I spent my hiatus on Instagram I was an avid user of Quotev and Wattpad. I didn’t use Quotev for long since I disliked the clunky interface but the site does have a (small) place in my heart. It introduced me to the only Internet-posted original fiction story that I’d ever read in full (or in its case, up to the chapter before it was deleted).

That story is My Bloody Little Kitty.


Fuck, even the name makes me want to read some emo stories in hopes of finding one like that.

Yes the story had problems that some stories written by teens have (like word play or in some places a dry use of words) but it flowed nicely! Flow is incredibly important and the flow and pacing of the story is what kept me hooked. There weren’t a lot of useless descriptions either. It was straight and to-the-freaking-point. It flowed well.

My problem with most books is they take their sweet-ass time on descriptions and shit (excuse my French!) but not Meghan’s story. It was to the point, descriptions were minimal but you are able to visualize things. The chapters are short too which is good for someone like me: a person who clicks out with long stuff. The whole story was amazing and lusty and, if I remember correctly, sweet.

Meghan wrote a gem.

I loved Parker, the red-head Sawyer and the green-haired Wolf. I loved Sawyer’s protective possessiveness over Parker. I love the love triangle that was being set up before our eyes and threatened to break apart the Sawyer X Parker ship.

Then, one day, the story was gone.

Gone. Deleted.

Meghan’s profile was deleted too.

I lamented and hoped Meghan would return. It’s been 3 years and she hasn’t. The story was reposted on Wattpad by someone else but only the first two chapters are there. I and (after reading the comments on Wattpad) many others want this story to return. I personally don’t care if it’s unable to be completed. Don’t stress yourself if you lost interest, Meghan. I want all 21 (or 23?) chapters and any unfinished chapters to be posted back on the internet again so I can read it and enjoy it. If you finish it that makes it even better.

Meghan, if you’re reading this, please please PLEASE bring this story back. If you’re afraid to, use a pen name and pretend you know the author! It’s better to be yourself though because your fans outnumber the haters.

If you know Meghan could you please pass this onto her? I’m praying for this story’s return. Is she well?? Is she still alive?

If you are her parents, your daughter is a wonderful writer!!

Meghan, if you’re considering turning My Bloody Little Kitty into a real book through self publishing, please don’t change it too much. Don’t add words in or do those awful long rambling descriptions that authors do. Or do what you think is right.

I know there’s a remake of this story called Cheshire. I read the first chapter and it doesn’t flow as well as Meghan’s story and it has rambling descriptions in some places. I only read (or skimmed) chapter 1 and it couldn’t hold me.

Also, It changed Parker’s name to Aiden. To me that also ruined it. Names are important. Parker sounds like a baby name; a name for someone in the process of growing up. Aiden sounds like the name of someone growing up and into themselves. That name wasn’t suitable for Parker whom is basically a baby in the story. He’s so innocent and he’s still growing up.

Lastly, the picture for him didn’t fit how he acts.

I’m sure the story has some good points, though and if you’re curious go read it. I might if I can focus my attention onto it.

I want to do my own remake of My Bloody Little Kitty. When I complete some of my writing projects I totally will. Maybe I’ll even add my own characters in place of Parker, Sawyer and Wolf so I won’t lose interest in writing it. I’m thinking Sylvio, Josh and a young version of Prince Dragon will do.

Meghan, if you’re out there, please bring your story back. There are nostalgic fans dying to read it. Even if it’s the initial 21 chapters.

Please ;-;

It was at this moment Poni knew…she flucked up


Yes…I know I skipped yesterday’s story. The reason being:

a) I forgot and it was late. I don’t want to be late again.

b) I lost interest.

The last point about losing interest is important. I intended to write stories taking place in my dragon universe but somehow that didn’t happen. I needed a THEME—a single universe; like that Steven Universe fic I made. If Steven Universe was the theme I could’ve done a bunch of flash fics on that. I could’ve used prompts better. So guess what I’m doing now?

I’m going to try again next month. I will have a theme too. The stories will star characters from Syncsrithia, a m/m dragon story I’m creating. Also I’m starting Sicaria: a serial novel told through poetry. It’ll be about Sylvio and Josh (finally).

Also these stories will be going onto Wattpad. I was thinking “how do I get my stories to a wider audience???” because Facebook and Twitter don’t do a damn thing for me at the moment. Then it came to me! WATTPAD! It’s perfect❤ kinda…if I market and promote right.

So to reiterate, I’m moving next month’s flash stories and all forthcoming stories to Wattpad. My username there is thedrsgongoddess.

I’ll still post stories here but they’ll most likely be excerpts. This blog doesn’t see much action, even with me back on it, and for it to see action I need to expand my audience. Wattpad is the place for that. (It sucks a lot less than fanfiction.net).

Remember, my Wattpad is http://www.wattpad.com/thedrsgongoddess

I won’t be changing it to Oshidoshi. I like my dragon username too much.

Candy (A Flash Fic A Day #4.5)


“Hi! My name is S–!!”

“I immediately don’t care.”

Mr. Grumpy Wuss was stuck on a bullet train with a kid who never ever shut his mouth. The commute to his ten-year-old job was a long one. Long and arduous with this kid.

The boy went on and on about candy and “the joys of candy creation” and how candy was LIVING. Either this kid was high off horror video games or he was truly a nut. Mr. Grumpy Wuss was vocal about his hatred of candy.

Unhealthy, mind-controlling cholesterol-raising POISON!

Candy is not real

Candy cannot speak

Candy does not have a visage

Nor a heart.

The boy hated people like Grumpy Wuss. Candy is real.

However…those who don’t believe never truly see the Candy God’s light.

This world is nothing but candy. Soda and lollipops, gummy worms and chocolate bars. Mr. Grumpy Wuss was surrounded and forced to eat.

An old man doesn’t last long on sugar alone.

The boy’s haughty laugh echoes inside Grump Wuss’s head. An “I told you so!!” meant to poke fun at his stupidity.

Gummy worms crawl through the old man’s nose and push his eyes out.

His blood, once metallic and bland, becomes rich maple syrup that drizzles upon the ground.

His skin is now like the outer layer of those stretchy sour candies.

The green-haired boy feasts—and what a feast it is!

Context: Ugh I am almost late again. I forgot today’s story so I whipped up this quick poetic gem. The boy and Grumpy Wuss will be back again ^.^

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AngelCry (A flash Fic a Day #4)


Ever wonder what happens to an angel that becomes corrupted by a demon? It becomes dark—blackened beyond recognition—a heart so icy and lustful that nothing could ever come of it.

She loves me. She really loves me. It doesn’t matter what they say about the demons. She’s different.

This is what Arcändor believed. He thought the vixen he met in the Black Forest was misunderstood. He thought so many things.

When he saw her…or him…they fought, they talked and they danced among the thorny black pillars of the forest. Their dances lasted ages, to music neither of them could hear on their own.

By holding hands they could hear the song in each other’s hearts. She—or he—could hear his song. It was so pure it nearly disgusted him on the inside. The vixen, male or female, wanted this angel for herself. The vixen’s song was pure but wrapped in a bag of maggots.

There was no purity.

It was all a lie.

Arcändor is strapped into a bed. The vixen surveys his latest prey as the other demons in his horde gather ’round. They climb into the bed and begin feasting on the angel’s flesh.

“What’s…happening??”

Arcändor is kissed by his two-faced lover.

“It’s alright.” She (he…) says. The soft wet kiss is a blind reassurance.

“Right now, Arcä, I will make you one of us.” The vixen rides the angel gently. His soft movements give way to a single, heart-stopping feeling. Arcändor’s light huffs make vixen go faster.

His pleasure fuels the demon.

As the others feast upon him their poisoned, cream-colored saliva taints his blood. Anything angelic is stripped away

—covered

              demonic traits are plastered onto an angelic soul.

    A converted demon would be created but…Arcändor is different. He angel traits are buried deep

         retiring into the recess of sleep.

Arkändor loves the vixen’s wiles

       —the way he (she?) moves and how he (she?) feels on the inside. It’s almost holy (unholy…)

Arcändor’s golden eyes become shimmering red. The blood of demons rushes to his head and clouds his vision. A million screams swirl around, sounds spiraling like a spinning wheel, until it all becomes clear.

He feels their hive-like structure. He is connected to the High Demon.

       (Heaven will never welcome him back unless he repents)

Arcändor pushed his lover down and takes over. Deep inside h realizes the mistake he has made. He isn’t a true angel anymore. He was fooled—played like a fiddle

        by this slutty boy;

        this…vixen.

The deep anger he feels comes out as hatred. It bleeds through the hard, pounding movements as he angrily fucks this vixen into exhaustion.

“s-someone’s hungry.” The vixen laughs as he’s uncomfortably hit by Arcändor’s hard thrusts.

Arcändor’s only response is a heavy growl of a phrase.

“Shut up.”

The other demons, crawling on all fours, take a step back as they feel Arcändor’s anger. It hits them like a cloud and weighs them down with fear. Threats of death linger over them and they hate it.

Arcändor bites into vixen’s neck with his new set of demon fangs.

“AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

Vixen screams in pain as a chunk is shredded

     A chunk of glesh is RIPPED and PULLED until it is separated from his body.

The demons are in shock.

Arcändor swallows it whole. The unnatural flesh burns his throat but fuck if he cares. It doesn’t matter anymore.

He looks down at vixen. The demomboy’s eyes are glistening

Tear moisted

Wide

Arcändor mutters only one word.

“Die.”

Context: I thought I could fit another story, an original one this time, but the clock already reached 12 AM. *le sigh*

I saw the picture of the angel boy and immediately knew what I wanted to write. The prompt I used is by Nancy Stohlman:

“13: Write a story that deals with or includes some aspect of a taboo.”

I figured “how about a demon turning an angel?” At first I actually wanted vixen to have remorse but we all know demons aren’t capable of that on their own. Plus it’s a cliche. I still want to avoid those. 

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It’s Alright (A Flash Story A Day #3)


It was scary and rainy outside. The rushing water beats upon the old windows with such ferocity that it sounds like an invasion of bullets.

The little girl is afraid. She holds onto Toy Chica’s plastic arm tightly. The animatronic does not move. The only thing she does is huff. The girl is okay with that. It means Chica is living—Chica is real.

“My friends aren’t coming back.” She says. “I know they’re dead.”

There’s slight movement in Chica’s arm. The words “friends” and “dead” triggers her in such a way that anger resurfaces, makes her tick.

She utters something. For the first time in years the raspy voice of the spirit speaks. “We have something in common. My friends died too.”

“Maybe you’ll meet them one day.” The girl responds. “I know I’ll be meeting mine soon.”

The footsteps draw near. The Purple Man is hungry and dying for a new treat. The girl is perfect—fresh and young.

He spots her near Chica. She’s holding onto the animatronic like a babe holds onto its mother.

Chica is ready to battle. To save this little girl she is prepared to go to war against this man.

“It’s alright.” She says. “I won’t fail to protect you.”

Context: I almost missed today’s story so I decided today’s flash fic will be a fanfic. I’m better at writing those currently until I fully get “back into” my space dragon world.
The art is by Adry53. It’s lovely!

Over-It: Overwatch is Overstrike Reborn (Not Really but Hear Me Out)


In the world of video games, there are the companies that take risks and the companies that keep doing what they’re doing because they’re afraid to leap. There are also the companies in-between that do what they’re told or do whatever the fuck they want (excuse my French).

In the case of Insomniac, they did what they were told and it cost them (and us gamers) what could’ve been a damn good video game.

BEFORE:

AFTER:

Insomniac’s Overstrike was rebranded, re-skinned and basically restructured because it was too cartoony. It was also renamed Fuse. The result we got was the somewhat terrible, military-standard game called Fuse that tried to replicate the military vibe that all other shooter games give off (like CoD, Army of Two, all those Tom Clancy games, Spec Ops: The Line etc). I haven’t played Fuse but I did enjoy the demo a little bit. I just wish it had that cartoony style. I and plenty of others were disappointed at the change. It had so much potential, cartoony or not.

ENTER OVERWATCH: 2016


OVERWATCH is cartoony as fluck. It looks like Pixar amped up its tactics and made a shooter. It has plenty of characters that are cartoony but each of them have heart and depth. You can’t simply judge them by how cartoony they look. OVERWATCH looks like what Overstrike could have been. Look at the trailer with the two boys and the characters! There’s a freaking Gorilla for god’s sake!!!!!! OVERWATCH has gained plenty of fans and people love it’s cartoony Pixar style.

Do you see this, Insomniac? You didn’t have to listen to the higher ups (or maybe you had to for legal reasons). You could have made Overstrike into the game you wanted. If it’s possible, you could still do it. At this point you could even sell the IP if you don’t want anything to do with it (which would be a shame since its your game).

This is also a lesson to all creative people. Do something you want to do. Create the way you want. If you have to “go indie” just to do that then it’s worth it. It’ll be harder to promote yourself without all that corporate money backing you but you’ll be staying true to yourself. Let the beauty of OVERWATCH and the (still possible) dream of Overstrike serve as a real life lesson.

Stay true to you.

Initialize (A Flash Story a Day #2)


He expected the weird food cravings, the mood swings and other things human females are plagued with during pregnancy. Rinaldo was carrying his first egg and yet…he wasn’t struck with the weird symptoms of pregnancy like he expected. He was moody, yes, but he wasn’t craving any strange food. What came with the pregnancy was the intense pain in his entire lower body. He could hardly walk. Each step triggered jolts of pain that ripped through his body in burning rage. Rinaldo brushed his hair back as he tried focusing on the book he was reading. He hated books but it’s the only thing nearby. The pain starts to attack him while he’s immobile.

“—Fuck…”

He rocks back and forth thinking that’ll ease the sharp stabbing pains in his sides.

It doesn’t.

His nimble hands tremble when turning the page as his lithe body shivers with anxiety.

All this pain

All this hurt

and for what? One egg?

It’s worth it. He’s convinced himself it’s worth it.
Later in the day the pain intensifies so much that he is rendered motionless.

“—ACK!!!”

His abdomen is pummeled by a strange poking feeling. His sides feel as if they’re stabbed repeatedly. On top of that he feels like he’s going to give birth to a rock out of his ass!

He’s suffering alone. He doesn’t know what to do.

Well his body has had enough suffering. Without warning it shifts into his dragon form. It’s quick and painless. The awful feelings that plagued his human form had faded away slowly. It was such a relief!

Now that he was his dragonself it is easier to push the egg out. It takes effort but after a few pushes he is able to get that thing out.

He’s made a bloody mess in his uncle’s bathroom but at least the egg is birthed and safe. Rinaldo, unable to move and switch back, protectively lays with his egg. He’ll move once his body heals. His egg takes high priority. It must stay warm and in his company. The hatchling inside needs his warmth and love to grow.

He’ll NEVER let it out of his sight.

—•end

Context: this is for Initialize; a short collection abooooout—guess what?—MALE PREGNANCYYYYY. Before you go “EWWWWWW” it’s not standard male pregnancy. Think SEAHORSES. It’s about how male dragons give birth to the egg. It’s not about male humans giving birth to actual babies. That shit sounds like it hurts like a motherfucker >.<
I almost didn’t make it for today’s flash story thing. What happened today? I was busy listening to Shimotsuki albums while being uncomfortable. I also got super tired.
Oh hey, the boy in the featured image isn’t Rinaldo but he’s close to how Rinaldo looks.

In Triola, love is not lost (A Flash Fiction A Day #1)


Atop the highest hill in Triola; Sylvio, Josh, Sylvio’s mother Narcissus and her protecter Argolon sit in silence to enjoy the view. Even Talkven is there with them. He’s busy making Narcissus and Argolon sip tea with him.
Sylvio and Josh sit away from them. Together they watch the clouds as they sit side-by-side. Sylvio rests his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder while Josh keeps his eyes on the sky (but occasionally acknowledges his boyfriend with a loving smile).

Despite the harsh circumstances Sylvio found peace in Triola. He desired to live here forever but not in the grasp of that man.

Right now he doesn’t think about him. He thinks only about his mother and true love: Josh. There’s a world of comfort in Josh and Sylvio is eager to protect it.

“Look at the clouds.” He says to Josh. “They’re so pretty.”

“Yeah.”

Josh feels Sylvio’s hand covering his. For this moment of peace there is a feeling of being on Cloud 9. Sylvio’s hand tightens a bit, because he doesn’t want to let go.

Ever.

——

Author Notes: I had to wait 6 days to post this because each time it was evening or later when I wanted to share it =_=

This story is about Ashuton and Narcissus’s son Sylvio. I’m glad I finally get to do a story with him. I’ve crafted a long complex storyline for him. I told myself that the day I write about Ashuton’s children it would be the most exciting day in TSODR history.

That day has come.

(I’m still kinda mad at myself that it took so long xc )

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The Painter (Poetry)


Swish, swish, the brush goes
Swish and swish and swish
When there is no more ink
–No more inspiration,
the brush becomes a knife
and the paint becomes blood.

Ohhhh, you did not deserve this
A victim of a man’s unspoken public crime
He needed to paint, he wanted to paint
Inspiration had gone but he thought–

He thought he’d make a painting of you.

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Where is ALI PROJECT’s New Album?


I’m probably sure I’m talking to a brick wall (no one ever comments) but I’m wondering this: WHERE is ALI PROJECT’s new album????

It’s May and we haven’t heard anything from them except a new single. They usually release two (count it: two) albums per year: an experimental album and a strings album.


There isn’t any news on anything.

Maybe they’re on tour? I haven’t checked their site but their lyricswikia page is usually updated about their new things. There was nothing there except the single.

Is everything okay with them? Is Katakura-Sama sick again?

What is going on?

A Flash Fic A Day #0: S C R E A M S


I have begun a “flash fic a day” challenge and I swear to The Lord I will NOT fail. I originally intended to have only original fiction so I could expand upon my stories but it’s too late in the night to post the story I want. Instead I am opening up with fan fiction focused on my favorite gem: Lapis Lazuli. (Hence the reason this is #0) Since its at night and this isn’t tied to my original fiction I can craft this safely for posting. It’s based on a flash fiction prompt by Nancy Stohlman: #15: Write a story that involves a reoccurring and/or deep dark fear. This will be interesting. Please enjoy!

You are mine!! You are ALWAYS SUPPOSE TO BE MINE!!!!

Lapis, STOP!!

No, Peridot. He is mine and I am taking him with me.

She stays on the cold ground and let’s her tears splash upon the solid-water floor. Her actions on that day disgusted her—forever ingrained, in her memory and their memory. She hasn’t spoken to the Crystal Gems since her embarrassing defeat. She wants to tell him sorry but all she can do is wallow in her pillar of water and cry.

“They still remember it. I know they do. It’s even evidenced on that Connie girl’s camera.

My past is not today. My past is not today.

I led him on, that’s what they think. I told him how I felt despite not knowing him truly—he knows it. He remembers. Will he hate me for it when I become a diamond gem?”

Lapis looks to the stars for guidance. She cannot ask Blue Diamond because Blue Diamond is dead and gone (trapped…in a bubble). She is alone on this issue and must guide herself by herself.

“What will my diamond think when—or if—I tell her?”

Blue Diamond used to say “Lapis, you are so sweet and kind. Don’t let other gems tear you down. Stand proud, as my gem.”

Whatever may happen, Lapis cannot risk it and she cannot let it rule her. She finally gets off the floor and stands on her own two feet. She has already decided what she wants to do. She will ask for an apology and then she will live as she always should have done. 

“Okay, Steven. I am coming.”

With a strong push of her wings she sets off for Beach City.

Thank you for reading!!! I hope this wasn’t too weird. It is Lapis x Steven. He is older in this and she tries to take him away because she didn’t want to lose his friendship to Connie and the other gems. This cases her to act out and confess her love—which might not have been love to begin with. She fell in love with his character and does not truly love him.

As I was writing this I NEEEEED a sad song to listen to. That song is Heavy Price Paid from the original Halo 2 soundtrack. I swear that game has the best main menu music ever. Also, the picture used as a featured image inspired the story. That image + the song are a great combination. I would like to know who the artist is and if there is a full size version.

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Anime Spotlight: Outbreak Company


Before I started my weekly anime rituals for this blog, I would often find myself just scanning through Crunchyroll’s library for a new anime to watch, seeing if I found anything conceptually that grabbed my attention. During one of these fateful nights, I came across the synopsis for the show Outbreak Company: “Shinichi’s mission is to […]

http://csradical.com/2016/05/13/anime-spotlight-outbreak-company/

Something’s a-coming!


I’ve been getting back into the game on this blog and am ready to start posting TSODR fiction again! The frustrating thing about organizing all that fiction into book form is, when you’ve made a world so big you want everyone to see every possible story and drown happily in the lore—that was the cause of why Dragons and Cicadas is so huge.

However with that aside, I’ll post stories anyway and think about organization later. A writer needs to write and fans need to read.
I’ve been feeling lighter since coming back to all my old accounts to resume my mission of shoving space dragons down people’s throats taking over the world with my bisexual killer trash can dragons. I haven’t signed back into Goodreads yet. I’ll do that once I complete a story prompt I owe. I did browse the dragon section for a hot minute and it’s still the same in the “top rated dragon books” part. There’s some new stuff like Romance, etc, but I didn’t read any reviews. Reading good and bad reviews is how I dissect the faults of other authors and try not to make mistakes that they have made. Lord knows I don’t want my dragons to be like everyone else’s -.-

Aside from that, I’m getting less and less scared of fame now. Recent events made me realize people will talk about you, especially online. Whether good or bad they will talk. It is your job to not take it to heart and know your worth especially. And stop Googling yourself.

Anyways I’ll stop rambling and get back to blogging. Here’s what to expect:

  • A flash story about Sammy (or Sylvio. Yup I got a new dragon!) in the Italian countryside
  • My thoughts about the Assassin’s Creed trailer
  • GET REKT: my thoughts on Yugioh Arc V (yes I watch that shit) and its tumblr fandom (o holy hell)
  • A post about my Patreon

It’s going to be exciting! Current mood:


~ Oshidoshi

Where I’ve Been (repost)


This was reposted from my website c:

If you’ve been a subscriber to my blog and followed my (unpolished) stories on Smashwords, then you’ll know that I’ve been silent for a looooong time. A year and a half to be exact. Where have I been? I’ve been in many places (*_*

After my adventures in anime fandoms I found a “writer’s retreat.” Basically it allowed me to portray any character of my choice and write as them. I’ve made many friends at this retreat. I’ve also made MANY mistakes, had an embarassing moment and was almost thrown into a depression from a lack of understanding how the Internet and internet friendships work. Here I was thinking I had mastered the Internet😄

Anyways, I used to think that retreat was a curse because of how embarrassing I was when I first started but now I see it was a blessing despite the pitfalls. My writing has grown to such an extent that I can see all the errors in my stories and poems. Because of that I am dedicating this year to re-editing those stories and re-releasing them in a form I’ve been dying to do for years but didn’t know how to: anime chapbooks.

I’ve set up a Patreon because I want to earn a living from my work. I’ll also be posting new fiction and some older ones here. Here is my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/user?u=3280749&ty=h

Here are more details on what I want to do:

  • re-release most stories in Dragons and Cicadas as individual chapbooks
  • fix the whole book of D&C so it becomes a more concrete and easy-to-understand collection
  • give more depth to all characters, including minor ones. each character would get their own backstory chapbook (think of it as Haruhi Suzumiya Character Albums as books)

I can already tell this is going to be a fun year •v•

I’ll explain more about where I’ve been a little bit later. Right now I need to work. Now if I could just learn how to forget the past and that humans make mistakes that’d be great.

Thanks for reading!

~ Oshidoshi