Wholocked Force-wielder girl is a youthful writer who will (If she hasn't already :3) write multiple fanfics about Star Wars Rebels, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Treasure Planet, Psych, Monk, and Gravity Falls.

Hi there, peeps! This is Wholocked Force-wielder girl or you can call me Wholock if you want! I love writing pretty much any story, but usually drift more toward deep and understanding family stories. (LOTS OF FLUFF!)

(Story update info at bottom of page.)

Favorite bookssssssssssssss: Kanan: The Lassssssst Padawan, The Missssssing, Fruitssssss Basssssket, and Perccccccy Jackssssson.
Me: Scroop! *Struggles.* Let me go! You forgot to include fanfiction!

Scroop: Ye're not in the possssition to be giving preferencessssss lasssss.

Me: *Eyes widen at claw pointed towards me.* Uhhhh...help...

Jim Hawkins runs in and pushes Scroop off the ship.*

Me: Thanks Jim!

Jim: *Crosses arms.* Stupid spider psyco...

What're you doing, anyways?

Me: Introductions...

Wanna help?

Ezra runs in with his lightsaber.* Ezra: Wholock! What happened? I sensed distress!

Me: *Rolls eyes.*

Jim: Scroop again.

Ezra: *Puts away lightsaber.*

Me: Ummm...Ez, where's Kanan?

Kanan runs in after Ezra. Stops. String catches on his ponytail. A dozen water balloons fall from above.*

Kanan: *Deactivates lightsaber. Turns towards me with a glare, water dripping from his hair.*

Me: *Covers mouth.*

Ezra: *Starts to laugh along with me.* Hey, you said you were hot earlier!

Kanan: *Deactivates lightsaber. Runs towards me.*

Me: *Shrieks.*

Kanan: *Grabs me. Gives furious nuggie.*

Me: Hey! HEY! Come on, Caleb! I'm getting punished for cooling you off?

Kanan: No, but I don't doubt you'd do the same if it was freezing!

Me: Fair enough, fair enough! Let go!

Kanan: *Lets go*

Me: Back to-

Shawn from Psych runs in, Tenth Doctor runs in, Monk runs in, Cecil Palmer runs in...*

Me: Seriously?????? Okay, then. Do ALL of you want to help?

The Fandoms: Yes!

Me: Okay. *Points to Shawn.*

Shawn: *Shawn dances. Sings in high pitched voice.* Favorite musical artists: *Strikes different poses while reading.* Zedd, Imagine Dragons, and Proximity. *Puts down sheet of paper.* Proximity? Wholock, what is that? What IS that? It sounds like approximate and eternity had a baby that they wanted to be cool, but that was made fun of by the other kids growing up. And is now futuristic and successful.

Me: It's dance music with *Strikes dramatic pose.* dubstep. Also known as edm.

10th Doctor: Oh, dance music. So wild, free, and upbeat. Satisfying if I do say so.

Me: Excuse me for asking Timelord, but how would you know about such music? Aren't you a bit busy, saving the universe?

10: *Grins.* You don't know what I did when I was traveling alone...

Me: You're next then, Doctor!

10: ...

Me: *Runs into Tardis.* You can get her back after you finish! *Closes doors.*

10: Wholock! Who- *Wheezing noise sounds. 10 groans.*

Jim: Should we be worried...?

10: Nah. I taught her the basic controls about 500 years ago. *Looks into sky and yells.* But if she gets a scratch on her, I WILL use my sonic screwdriver! *Puts on glasses and picks up paper.* Now, let's see...

What means the most to me: I am lost to many people, but I'm not dumb. I can tell what goes on when I'm not around and...I do my best to live with it. Friends and family mean a lot to me because it's all I've got. Poetry and music are able to calm me so that I don't fall victim to those who don't care about such things.

Wheesing noise sounds. Tardis appears. I walk out carrying a small blaster and wearing a hat.*

Ezra: Where were you?

10: I'm assuming...*Eyes me.* 24th century, planet Toluso.

Jim: Wha-

10: Basically, sunny, carefree, advanced weaponry, and wifi hats.

Me: Hey, Kanan, could you do the next part?

Kanan: Sure.

Me: You know what, I think this'll go better with-*Looks at Ezra. Pulls up comm.* Spectre 5, are there any shipments that currently need a more exciting frame of travel?

Sabine/Spectre 5: Yes-

Me: Spectre 6 needs a time occupant. I think all the lothcats on the planet are howling with him.

Ezra: Hey! I heard that!

Me: *Smiles.* Spectre 7, out! *Turns to Ezra* I sense that your comm is about to go off.

Ezra: Wholock, Kanan and I both know none of us are strong enough to- *His comm goes off. Eyes widen. Lifts up comm to speak. Turns to us* Hey listen, I'll catch up! *Takes off towards Ghost.*

Me: Turns to Kanan.

Kanan: I don't know what I should be more worried about; what your plan for me is or why you sent Ezra away for it.

Me: You shouldn't be worried, Kanan. *Walks around him.* Hmmm...I think you'd fit the role better- *Snaps fingers. Kanan turns 14 again*

Kanan:...

Me:-this way. *Pushes hand through hair*

Kanan: *Looks up. Attempts a devil's eye look* *In a few octaves lower voice* Wholock...

Me: Uh-oh... *Runs* Ahhhhh, nooooooooooo!

Kanan: Get back here!

Me: Kanan! I know who you were as Caleb!

Caleb: I know, but I don't want to remember this!

Me: *Pops out back and forth from a chair. Caleb pulls away the chair. Falls. Looks up and sees Caleb above me.*

Caleb: You forget that I still had street smarts when I was 14. *Extends out a hand*

Me: *Takes it and pulls up. Looks at Caleb. Pulls out slip of paper.* I know who you were then and I saw what you'd been through. You faced some trials, mentally, that I've been though as well. I thought that in this form your part would come out better.

Caleb: *Takes the paper.* Alright:

Fears and hobbies:

Hobbies: Singing, writing, drawing, filming, and doing anything exciting.

Fears: Being looked down upon, leaving somebody behind, not helping in the best way that I can, failing in training, spiders, ever being seen as selfish, snooty, and ungrateful, and being left behind.

Caleb: *looks up* You wouldn't fail, kid...I wouldn't let you-*Receives message through the force: "Don't call me kid..." *Turns to me*

Me: ...Just a fear...

Caleb: ...Kid *smiles*

Me: Hey! You're a kid too! *Grins*

Stamping feet sound.*

Me: *Snaps fingers as Ezra walks in, but is not sure if it worked.*

Ezra: *Comes in three seconds before Caleb changes* Who is- *Sees Kanan appear from a white light* that?

Kanan touches my shoulder*

Me: *Jumps*

Kanan: *Laughes* Just someone from my past kid, *Looks at me and winks. Drapes arm around my shoulders* just someone from my past. *Turns around and kneels to see me eye level.* You will not fail. Not as long as you stick around us, and continue fighting the good fight.

Me: *Shows a small smile.* Thanks Kanan. *Turns around and ignites lightsaber.* Okay, Ezra! Sending you your part now. *Sends message through force.* Now, let's see how you've grown in dueling.

Ezra: Fine. *Blocks swing.*

What I obsess about: Psych, Star Wars Rebels, Fnaf, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Gravity falls, if I'm a good person, how to be successful.

Me: Forgetting something?

Ezra: *Glares.* I don't think so... *Swipes off a piece of hair.*

Me: *Gasps. Face turns into angry look, then twists into a smile. Raises hand and pulls his lightsaber into other hand through the force. Points it at him.*

Ezra: *Raises hands.* Okay, okay! AND Treasure Planet. *Jim laughs.*

Me: Hey, Cecil. Ummm, erm, could you take this one? It isn't that much and I don't know if it's very good, but could you read it?

Cecil: Just one question, what is it written on and what was it written with?

Me: A graphite pencil and paper from trees.

Cecil: Why did you murder a tree?

Me: I-I didn't. I don't mean to and actually really like the forests! Blame the mass companies that produce these sort of things!

Cecil: Okay, then. *Puts on headset* What are your obsessions? Delicately mentioned in the middle of conversations. Your heroes and their stories comfort you. But...the question remains. Where are they now? On a screen? In a book? No, they are silently waiting, creeping beneath your bed. Welcome to Nightvale.

Monk tries to speak logically.*

Me: shhhh...

Cecil: I myself in learning subjects in the schooling environment, enjoy Tech Ed, Digital Media Video, sketchcing and English.

Me: *Deactivates lightaber. Looks around the room.* Next part...

Jim: *Looks down. Scoots back into corner and is quiet.*

Me: *Glances over to him and smiles.* Jim! You finish it up!

Jim: *Looks up.* Wha- me?
Me: Yes!

Jim: Uh...

Me: *Shows puppy dog eyes.* Come on, I NEED you to read this part! Please?

Jim: Okay. I don't know if I should be scared or exited to see what you wrote. *Looks down at paper.*

Who I hope I am:

I'm never really sure which side I'm on, even though my intention is to be good. I hope to bring out the best in people and give them understanding. I wish people weren't so judgmental. I only feel comfortable with those who are different and rise over it. I'm often too invested in fandoms, clingy, too quiet, or dull. I want to make people happy, make people laugh! Make things seem better than they actually are! If somebody gets involved in something bad, I try to give them advice. But if I have to let go, then I do. I just hope that I don't let myself, my friends, and my family down. I want to rattle the stars.

Jim looks at me.*

Me: *Bites lip* You wondered, and I told.

I am such a dork

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To the ones reading my stories: As far as updates go, they can be pretty sporadic. Sometimes ideas come soon, and sometimes they don't. But what I can promise is that all stories will be completed no matter the lack of inspiration. If I should break this vow, then may The Cult of Skaro, Inquisitor, Scroop, Moriarty, and Darth Vader strike me down where I stand.

If you have a suggestion for a story I should write, don't be shy to just PM me!

All feedback, good or bad, is appreciated!

And may the force be with you!