Ninjatana Warrior: Spring doesn't start until March in the story :) they spent most of April in Steelbeak's prison, and it's about early May in the story :) same as us. Stop apologizing, I WILL get mad :D
riverajocabed1: I'm sorry for… stabbing you various times with my sharpest knives on your birthday. That sounds a lot worse when I say it out loud… err type it into a keyboard? I'm sorry about the divorce. I got chills reading that review about the violence. You're the most easygoing, calm, peace loving, nerdy, eccentric person I know. For someone like you to not say anything about someone hurting another person is… I just… it felt wrong. I didn't like it. It highlights how much that person hurt you. I can't imagine what it was like for you. Once again, I'm sorry. I want this story to touch on serious topics [we've handled sex quite a lot of times :)]. Louie's cigarette addiction, his former alcohol addiction, Violet's father being gay, the abuse, and Violet going through a nasty divorce… they're all tragic things that don't happen to a lot of people and part of this story is for my readers to be aware about how these things do happen. Pretty deep meaning for a fanfic, but I hope everyone is taking something from this. I'm almost 21. I'll be turning 21 on May 23. I've seen a lot of whacked up shit in my day. I'd like to compare Louie and Violet's relationship to Rachel and Joey/Chandler in Friends, but mostly Rachel and Chandler with a touch of Joey. In A Nightmare on Killmotor Hill, when they're pulling Lena away from Magica, the order went. "Webby, Violet, Louie, Dewey, and Huey". Louie was the one to take Violet's hand. He was the first triplet to shake out of his stupor and understand that Lena needed help, and he helped the girls without question. This is where the "Joey" side of him comes in. Joey's loyal to no end and so his Louie, but he's not dim-witted. Louie (in the story) is also witty and quirky when it comes to Violet, much like Chandler and Rachel are with each other. I want to see more of them on screen. So THAT'S who Gosalyn is! And *sheepishly scratches back of neck* I'm sorry about the whole "ship" thing. These guys have a huge imagination, but I don't think they'll ever stop, so brace yourself :) I've been PM'd some ship names, soooo. And you've earned that crown, dude. Wear it proudly! And good luck to you too! :)
dalek117: The thing is, I don't want Anthony to be portrayed as a villain. He's just struggling. And that's good to hear!
Guest: They won't, I promise :)
Guest: Hmm, quite a few of my friends were raised by single mothers. One of my best friends got pregnant in the 11th grade and her dick of a boyfriend left her, so she's basically a single mother. Don't worry, I helped her with her son when he was a newborn. They're both doing okay :) though he did call me "daddy" once. I wasn't sure how to respond, and it sure made things awkward for me and my girlfriend, but I'm definitely not ready to have kids. Not yet anyway. I applaud every single mom out there :)
Flenners fanfics: thank you so much! As for the questions: 1) I agree that it should be under M, but it also depends on the universe you're in. If you look at the rated M section in the DuckTales fandom, it's deserted. So this will be the highest I'll go. 2) Don't worry, they'll all get fixed :) 3) A wildddd idea, but I assure you, Dewey will not have his arm blown off :)
Boss Teal: Right? That was the point, because there's 2 sides to every story :)
Guest: Hmm, good question. I'm just gonna say they sold it in the pharmacy at the hospital and Della just decided to pick them up ;)
Guest: I was thinking Metalbeak should be his field mission name, but my team and I already have a real name in mind :) you'll just have to wait and see
Caetlyn: YOU MAKE MY DAY EVERYTIME I SEE YOUR REVIEWS GURLLL! And I love the theory on the moon! :)
Guest: Hmm, not exactly sure what you mean by that
Not Ponytails or Cottontails: thank you :) but you don't sound so excited. Are you okay?
Let's Dewey It: OH SHIT, DON'T HAVE A HEART ATTACK! I DON'T WANT YOU DEAD, MAN! And I love you too!
Guest: Yeah, I'm definitely going to now that Joanne's there with them :)
dewdrop: Okay. Everybody has the right to religion and they have the right to believe what they want to believe. Some people do not approve of same sex relationships, and that's okay. Some people who are from a particular religion are groomed and raised to think that there's a "right" and "wrong". Same sex marriage? Wrong. But no pre-martial sex? Right. We can't really change someone's beliefs. I don't look down on EnigmaticMind2016, and nobody should. It's her story and she can do whatever she wants with it.
It's an emotional one, guys. Grab the tissues.
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20 years ago…
"He's so tiny." Henry noted, cradling the newborn in his arms. The baby cooed and wrapped his hand around Henry's finger.
"Well, he'll grow." Steelbeak said, smiling at his now wife, who fell asleep after 14 hours of labour.
"What're you going to name him?" Henry asked. He perked up. "How about something cool? Like Chad?"
Steelbeak snorted. "We've picked out a name already."
He handed Henry the birth certificate, and Henry wanted to cry. Printed on the certificate was the name Henry Heron-Muncher.
"You named him after me?" Henry asked, teary eyed.
Steelbeak nodded, enjoying his friend's reaction.
Henry growled. "I will rip the skin off of anyone who hurts this baby."
Steelbeak paled.
"That won't be necessary." Black Heron croaked.
"Heron! You did amazing." Henry said, gently handing the baby to Steelbeak and giving his friend a hug.
"Let me see him." Heron smiled weakly.
Steelbeak handed his wife their child and she cradled him, taking in his features: her son had rich amber skin, a beautiful skin tone. He had little tufts of dark auburn hair and the amount of love Heron felt for him was indescribable. He would no doubt be huge when he was older, but for now, that could wait.
"He's perfect." Heron smiled.
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-Present Time-
Violet quietly walked towards Huey's bedroom. The gang were all downstairs talking to her mother, but Huey was absent, and she was worried. She quietly opened his door and spotted him. His back was turned towards her and she saw him slipping away an orange bottle of pills into his drawer, but not before she caught the name of the medication: risperidone. Violet didn't make her presence known and quietly slinked out of his bedroom, pulling out her phone, typing risperidone into the search bar.
"Risperidone an atypical antipsychotic prescribed for behaviors associated with irritability, such as aggression, tantrums and self-harm. Commonly taken by adolescents with… autism." she softly read aloud, feeling icy.
She entered his room again.
"Huey?" Violet asked softly, slowly walking towards him.
Huey didn't meet her eyes, almost as if he were expecting what was going to happen next. He gripped onto his bedpost, and gazed outside his window. She gently reached into the drawer, and grasped her fingers around the plastic bottle, slowly pulling it out. Huey stood still, holding his head down in shame as she took it all in. After a few moments, Violet set the bottle down on his desk.
"Hubert, look at me." she murmured.
Huey slowly tilted his head up to face her. "I…" he tried but his voice cracked.
She wrapped him up in a tight hug. Huey squeezed her back, burying his face in her shoulder. She felt her shirt becoming wet with his tears, and Violet soothingly rubbed his back, gently stroking the hairs on the back of his neck. He trembled in her arms, shaking like a leaf.
She gently dragged him towards his bunk, and they lied down. Violet cradled him in her arms, stroking his curly hair back, gently kissing different parts of his face, and whispering words of love. His soft whimpers broke her heart. No words were needed, and his pain was expressed through his touch. She understood his insecurity of having autism. Huey wrapped his arms around her waist, and buried his head deeper into her soft chest.
"I'm sorry." he managed.
"Shh…" she said softly. "Stop apologizing."
Huey let himself relax in her arms. His staggered breathing had begun evening out, and with a smile, she realized he had fallen asleep in her arms. Violet gently slid off his shirt and constricting jeans, leaving him in a pair of black boxers. She slid her own shirt off, leaving her in a sports bra and sweats. She cuddled him again, and Huey nuzzled deeper into her chest.
After softly kissing his forehead, Violet closed her eyes, and drifted to sleep.
ooo
Dewey was sitting on Webby's bed, reading his comic. He couldn't help but gawk at his girlfriend while she copied the workout video that was playing on her laptop. She wore a tight tank top and spandex shorts that hugged her figure in just the right areas. Webby bent down and reached for her toes, and Dewey bit his lip, trying to focus on his comic rather than his girlfriend.
"Reach for the sky." the video blared.
Webby reached upward, and Dewey drooled as the tank top rode up, revealing her toned midriff.
"Webby," Dewey whined, finally speaking up. "You're killing me over here."
Webby rolled her eyes. "Find some other place to read. You know I need to get my exercise in."
Webby lied down on her yoga mat and began doing sit ups.
"Webbs." he pouted.
"Dewey, I wasn't kidding when I said read somewhere else." Webby frowned, though it didn't quite reach her eyes.
Dewey set his book down and slid his shirt off. Webby blushed at his toned body. 8 years of constant adventuring and obviously joining most of the sports teams at school had done a number on his body. Webby snapped out of it. She really needed this workout. With all the constant distractions, she hasn't worked out once in the past month.
"What are you doing?" Webby questioned.
"Joining you." he said absentmindedly.
"Dewey, the workout is meant for one person." she gently reminded him.
"We can make it work."
He straddled her, and placed his hands on either side of her head.
"I'll do push ups. You continue doing your sit ups." he smirked.
Dewey bent down as Webby came up. Their lips met in the middle. 10 minutes passed followed by dozens of tiny kisses between the couple.
"I don't know how many more I can do." he managed, gritting his teeth.
"Me too." she agreed. Her abdomen felt like it was burning.
Dewey rolled off of her and they lied on the floor, exhausted.
"Time to stretch!" the video said.
Webby shut the video off, rolling back onto him, kissing him firmly.
ooo
Louie stared out his window. Huey and Violet were calmly asleep on top of Huey's bunk, and Dewey was spending the night in Webby's bedroom. He saw Huey's medication out on his desk, and realized that Violet learned about his autism.
Not wanting to dwell on it, Louie quietly crept outside and shut the door behind him, not wanting to wake Huey or Violet up. He went downstairs, and opened the front door, startled to see Lena sitting there. She was sitting out on the porch, the cool night wind blowing in her face. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed lost in thought.
"Hey." he greeted.
Lena opened her eyes and smiled when she saw Louie. He sat down next to her and wrapped his arm around her. She gently leaned against him. Both didn't say a word, and allowed herself to be held. In his arms, everything felt like it was okay.
"How was Vi's dad?" Lena asked.
He sighed. "He knows he messed up by throwing those glasses at Vi. He seems really sorry."
"Serves him right. Asshole…" Lena spat.
Louie frowned. "He's being released tomorrow."
"What?!" Lena sputtered.
Louie sighed. "You know how domestic abuse cases are. The husband beats his wife, she calls the cops, and he shows up the next day and 99% of the time, something terrible happens. It's not taken as seriously as it should be."
"He's not coming anywhere near Violet or her mother." Lena stated.
"No, he isn't," Louie agreed. "Her mom is filing for a divorce and then she's moving in with her mom."
"You don't think she'll take Vi with her, do you?" Lena asked.
"I don't know," Louie admitted. "But she's eighteen. She can make her own decisions."
Lena grinned. "Huey would love it if she stayed."
Louie smirked. "We'd all love it."
Louie and Lena stared at each other before realizing what they wanted from one another.
They laughed as they hit the mattress.
Louie's hands quickly roamed from her waist to her thighs, where he pawed at her skin. Lena wore a skirt, for she had decided there was no need for jeans on such a warm night. Louie only capitalised on her decision and enjoyed her bare skin, as his keen hands lifted and rumpled her skirt. His fingertips played with the hem of her panties as he followed them along the curve of her rear. Lena let out a little sigh when his hands slipped underneath the elastic and cupped her bare behind.
Lena broke off the kiss and whispered a few words of encouragement in his ear, whilst she drew her fingers through his hair. Her suggestions were littered with expletives, the words and phrases she had learned over the years. His need for her was obvious, because he was already hard when he rubbed himself against her.
Lena teased him by slowly unbuttoning her top. Louie stepped back and shifted from one foot to the other, impatient and excited. Lena reached behind her own back and unclasped her bra. Lena reached up underneath her skirt and slid down her panties, and she held onto Louie's arm for support as she daintily stepped out of them. He watched her all the while; the smile on his face made her feel like his prey, but she liked that. She straightened up and pointlessly smoothed her skirt, before dropping her panties onto the floor, next to the rest of their discarded clothes.
When Lena perched herself on the mattress, her skirt hitched up a few inches and she let her legs glide ever-so-slightly apart: another tease. Louie moved closer to her, his eyes darting between her face and her bare chest. He tilted up her chin. She had to stretch upwards and he had to lean down a little, in order to bridge the height difference, but the kiss was worth it. It was slow and heady, and everything she needed. Lena smiled as she felt a lick and a soft nibble on her lower lip; she knew it was his way of telling her that he wanted more. Accordingly, she opened her mouth slightly so that their tongues could play. As they kissed, Lena found herself leaning back onto the mattress as Louie advanced, and his knee nudged her legs a little further apart.
His kisses crossed her cheek and he nuzzled her neck. "Say it, Lena."
She whispered what he wanted to hear. It was almost lost in a sigh, as he trailed kisses down her neck,
"Again." he husked.
"I need you." she repeated softly.
Her words had their usual effect and Louie let himself loose on her body. Lena felt Louie slide her a little higher up the hood, so that he had easier access to her flat stomach. She simply lay back as his kisses burned their way across her stomach, and she could not help but shiver at the sensation when his tongue briefly dipped into her navel. After that, she was aware that she needed to be touched, and soon.
When he kissed his way up her body, he loitered in the valley between her breasts. Lena enjoyed every last second of his attention, even though it seemed like an impossibly long time until he moved to the gentle swell of her breast. She lost a little of her control as shs found that her body arched up to meet his mouth when he kissed and sucked at her breasts. Lena draped an arm over his shoulder and tracked her nails across the muscles that flexed there; she smiled when her fingertips felt him react with goose bumps. Though, it was quickly her turn to quake, as his hand wandered to the top of her inner thigh and brushed incredibly close to her spread flesh.
Lena whimpered when he chose the exact same moment to deftly take her nipple into his mouth, as he did to sweep his thumb across her clit. He played her nipple against his teeth and her hips writhed to meet his touch. She struggled to stay in control of her cries of pleasure as he easily slid one finger, and then a second, inside of her.
"L-Louie…" she murmured.
He smirked and increased his tempo and soft moans became cries of mind numbing pleasure.
"LOUIE!" she screamed.
Lena leant back on to the mattress and attempted to slow her breathing, whilst Louie searched through his pockets and then fumbled with his pants, hastily pulling out a condom.
Soon enough he was back over her like before, except this time his hand had scooped up one of her legs and held it alongside his hip. She wriggled her hips in an attempt to encourage him, because he was just so deliciously close to her entrance. Fortunately, that day he was just as impatient as she was, and so only seconds passed before she felt the familiar sensation of him entering her. A few slow thrusts and he was all the way inside her. Their silence was swiftly broken as Louie swore under his breath and increased his speed.
Louie must have felt it before she did, because Lena saw him turn and look up, as if he were distracted by something. The heavy drops beat down on the Roos all around her; the soft, tiny pitter patter matched the gentle slap of skin on skin. Louie's hand pinned one of her hips in place so that he could maintain his tempo. She wound her arms around his neck for extra support and held on as tight as she could. She tightened her legs around his back in order to create the most amount of friction possible, every stroke grazing the sensitive spot inside her, and she wanted nothing more than to reach her end as soon as possible. Her hands ran through his hair, and before long, she was very close.
"Lena, I'm close." he warned.
She knotted one hand in his hair and used it to draw him closer, whilst her other hand dug its fingertips into his shoulder. Lena threw her head back and Louie sucked at her pulse hard enough to leave a mark for days. It was the last thing it took to send her careering over the edge. A haze washed over her, and she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. She knew he would not be much longer himself.
"Louie!" she gasped.
Louie felt his tension drain away and collapsed on top of her. They stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other's company. Lena raked her fingers through his hair, and they both took deep breaths. Louie finally slid himself out of her and disposed of the condom. She buried her face in his chest and he wrapped his arms around her.
"I love you, Lena."
"I love you more, Louie." she murmured, already asleep.
He smiled and kissed her forehead, before dozing off himself.
ooo
Della coughed violently and blood spewed from her lips. Her wrists burned from the harsh barbed wire that rubbed roughly against them, her eyes were dull and nearly lifeless as she looked up at her torturer. Pain wracked her body and she felt like vomiting, her shoulders were slumped and her head was bent in shame.
"Come on Duck! I'm just warming up! Has it been a decade already? I mean, you're nothing but a stupid woman who abandoned her kids! Look where that decision got you!" Reaper sneered, but Della remained silent.
"Think you're tough by being quiet?" the robot snorted before whipping out a knife, without hesitation, ramming it into Della's shoulder. She cried out in agony once the blade broke skin. Blood flowed freely down her chest.
Reaper chuckled before slowly taking the blade out of her shoulder. "You think you're a good mother?"
Della ignored the excruciating pain she felt all over her body and looked up at Reaper. Her voice was nothing but a fierce whisper.
"Oh, I abandoned them alright. And as soon I'll abandon you, I'll return to my kids. But not before stepping over Steelbeak's dead body."
Reaper felt a shiver of fear run down his metal spine: Della's eyes were unnerving, they were a dark stormy color that resembled a hurricane. Her jaw was clenched and despite her broken down look her eyes held a spark of determination.
"And how would you escape? Do you think anyone cares for you? Even your own family doesn't care! They haven't even bothered looking for you. You're nothing but pathetic. You think you're invincible? Cause you're not." Reaper hissed before grabbing Della by her throat and slamming her against the wall.
The dream shifted.
BANG!
Her family watched in horror as Steelbeak slumped forward, a bullet hole lodged in his forehead. Suddenly Steelbeak came back to life, the bullet hole closing up. His suit was still bloody but he advanced towards her. She was in no condition to fight! Della tried running away, but Huey and Dewey held her steady, their eyes glassy and unfocused. The rest of her family seemed to be in a daze.
She wanted to scream at her sons to let her go, but they waited until Steelbeak reached her. Then, he ripped off her clothes, unbuckling his own belt. Her family did nothing, but look away as Steelbeak began ravaging her—
"NO!" Della screamed.
Della jumped out of bed and sank to her knees, screamin red in agony as she clutched her stomach. Her back arched painfully and a whimper escaped her as she began to hyperventilate. She was sobbing uncontrollably, begging for her life and shaking so badly she looked to be having a seizure. Della was covered in sweat, it beaded down her forehead.
"Della?!" Donald asked, obviously awoken from all the commotion.
Donald watched in horror as Della bent over and vomited violently. Her arms shook as they struggled to support her and her whole body was quivering in agony.
"Steelbeak… please stop..." she begged weakly, saliva dribbled from her chin as her breaths became harsher and more ragged, struggling to not vomit once again as she stared fearfully at nothing.
Donald's jaw dropped, and he quickly ran to Della's side and tried to snap her out of it.
"Della?!" Daisy asked, behind him.
"DAISY!" he screamed. "GO GET SCROOGE!"
Daisy dashed out of the houseboat and quickly returned with Scrooge.
"Bless me bagpipes!" Scrooge yelped when he saw Della's state.
"It's the damn robot. Take it to Gyro's lab. It's giving her PTSD and night terrors." Donald spat, obviously stressed.
Daisy was gently coaxing sips of hot cocoa into Della's mouth. She seemed to snap out of her shell shock.
"No." Della weakly croaked, her throat hoarse from throwing up.
"Della, are you mad?! That thing is giving you flashbacks." Donald snarled.
Della glared at him. "That thing is Webby's only ticket to finding out who her dad was."
"I DON'T CARE!" Donald roared.
"WELL, I DO!" Della bellowed.
The three adults shrunk.
Della seethed. "We couldn't find out what happened to mom and dad! Why on earth would you think Webby deserves the same?!"
Donald frowned. "We promised we wouldn't talk about them."
"Well, I am," Della growled. "The robot stays or I go."
Donald growled. "Fine. But if that thing gives you another nightmare, then I'm dismantling it myself."
"And potentially risk Dewey's life?" Daisy asked. "Be rational, Donald."
"Daisy's right. We can't get rid of the Reaper." Scrooge agreed, turning away to walk out of the houseboat. Then he turned around. "Unless you want Dewey blown to bits."
Donald growled. "So what? We're just keeping him here?!"
"Yes we are," Della snarled. "I need to be able to face him."
Donald growled. "One more nightmare, then I'm taking you to Daisy's place in Mouseton." Donald said, pointing at Della. Then turned to Scrooge. "That's a fair deal."
Scrooge sighed. "Yes. It is."
"No, it's not." Della snapped. "I don't need you two babying me!"
"Obviously we need to, because it got you sent to F.O.W.L last time!" Donald snapped back.
Before Della could punch him, Scrooge held her back.
"Enough!" he snapped. "You're both right. Della, this house isn't a good environment for you, and Donald, the robot can't leave. Dewey's life is on the line."
"What do you suggest?" Daisy asked.
Scrooge strikes his beard. "Della should be able to face the robot. Then she'll get over her nightmares."
Donald groaned.
"But," Scrooge said pointedly. "If she fails to do so, then it's off to Mouseton for the rest of the year. Until we get the bomb out of Dewey."
Della groaned.
"You'll get until the end of the month, Della." Scrooge frowned.
"But Uncle Scrooge!" Della tried, but Scrooge waved his hand dismissively.
"This is the last we speak of this. Try to get some sleep." Scrooge ordered.
"Fine." Donald seethed, going to his room.
"Whatever." Della snorted, walking to hers.
Daisy and Scrooge frowned.
"I'll try to fix them." Daisy offered.
Scrooge smirked. "I've missed you a lot, Daisy."
"Goodnight Mr. McDuck."
"G'night, Daisy." he smiled.
ooo
26 years ago…
Henry stared at the spot where he shot the guard, his hands trembling as he held the pistol in front of him, aimed at the guard. He had just killed someone in the spur of the moment, because that person was about to kill his brother. He felt the need to gag, but stopped himself as he spotted more movement to the side and proceeded to fire two more shots, each shot impacting a guard in the head. Steelbeak, by that time, had recovered from the thought of Henry killing someone and now shot as well, internally angry with himself over the fact that Henry had been forced to go against his morals in order to save him.
As the last of the guards fell, Steelbeak ran towards the now crouching form of Henry as he puked on the side of the room. Steelbeak said nothing, simply holding Henry steady as he emptied the contents of his stomach. When Henry finally stopped, he looked up at Steelbeak, who looked back with an expression of concern. But Henry's face was now neutral, as if he was devoid of all emotion. Steelbeak knew otherwise; Henry was just pushing down his emotions for the time being. For Henry wasn't one to always display his emotions openly if he was distressed, as he was now, cursing himself for crossing a line.
"Are you good?" Steelbeak asked.
Henry nodded.
"Yeah." he whispered out as he picked up a rifle and walked towards another set of doors. "Let's just finish this mission."
The line had been crossed, so to hell with his moral compass! He could go a bit further. Steelbeak couldn't help but feel icy at the lack of emotion Henry's words, but followed him to the office of CEO Malcolm, who sat there with a terrified expression.
"I... I can give you both a lifetime's worth of cash, just don't—"
His pleas were interrupted by Steelbeak and Henry emptying the contents of their rifles into the man. Steelbeak couldn't help but frown at Henry's apparent new willingness to kill, knowing that he was eating himself alive inside out of grief and regret. Yet, Henry's expression made it clear that he wasn't ready to talk about it. So Steelbeak did the only thing he could do, call the F.O.W.L. operator.
"Mission Accomplished! Well done agents!"
All six young adults stared at the Reaper with both fascination and horror, Webby in particular who was crying at how Reaper described her dad's first mission, and first kill. Dewey hugged her to calm her down, while Louie looked horrified more at what Steelbeak was like. Reaper noticed their expressions.
"It appears our time for today has come to an end," he said. "If you wish to hear more, then I'll be here again at the same time. For now, I'll leave you all to process what you just heard."
With that, he walked off, leaving the young adults in silence.
Unnoticed by the young adults, Scrooge had heard everything, yet the biggest question on his mind was, how the hell could Reaper describe something that well, unless he had memories of that mission himself, which was impossible. Scrooge frowned, the question that was the Reaper was starting to give parts of an answer, yet more was still needed to fully understand the origin and purpose of that robot.
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300?!
How the…? Is this real? I… I'm speechless, but how… did we reach 300 so fast…?
WHAT? WE JUST REACHED 200 8 CHAPTERS AGO!
I can't believe we've reached 300, reviews guys. Words can't express how thankful I am for every single review. You guys make my day, and I love you so much.
Special thanks to:
riverajocabed1: You always make my day with your reviews. You're the person I come to in my weakest times, and you're a big part of why I'm still writing today. Guess we both reached pretty high milestones, huh?
dalek117: I would have never gotten to where I am today without you. Your ideas are a BIG ass reason why I'm still relevant. Ever since Reaper entered the story as a main character, my reviews per chapter have gone from like 8 to 14. You, sir, are gifted, talented, and amazing. I will TRAMPLE riverajocabed1 when you release your story. Love you both so much!
Ninjatana Warrior: Thank you. You're the reason why I even started posting publicly in the first place. I will forever love all your work. Stay golden, Hufflepuff :)
Caetlyn27: For always putting a smile on my face. Your reviews are humorous and make my day! You should start writing!
creatura726: For always being here. You've been here since the beginning and I couldn't imagine this story without you :)
Boss Teal: For always giving me song suggestions. Your choices are amazing!
Not Ponytails or Cottontails: I always read your first ever PM you wrote to me in times of distress and self doubt. Thank you so much for being there for every milestone :)
Orochi: For being the one to ever give me any ideas for the sex scenes XDD
Let's Dewey It: For always being energetic, much like your namesake. You make my day. Love you!
dewdrop: For being fierce and protective over me. For being the one to show concern about the amount of favorites I get or the amount of sleep I get. If you channel that energy and passion into writing, you'll be a bigger author than I am :)
Love all the guest reviews :) love all of you!
—Jordan :D