This is Our Tank

What began as harmless imagining took on a life of its own and now dwells in a place known as The Tank. Here in the Tank, you will find stories of these characters and their many adventures, imagines, or you can write to them if you like. You'll find...

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Hello all, I am currently writing from Cheyenne, Wyoming. My grandfather was laid to rest three days ago. It’s been a rough ride, but his battle with COPD finally ended and he passed very peacefully. The family is holding up very well and I’ll get to be with them for a couple more days before we have to fly back.

Now that the last reason I was holding off on coming back has officially come to an end, I’m getting back to work. Letting everyone know now I’m doing away with imagines. I plan to just focus on writing as well as accepting other fan fiction submissions. This blog will more than likely be receiving a new title, but not a new url just to keep it simple.

That’s all I’ve got for now.

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I'm not sure when I'll be able to start posting again. Currently, the two laptops I had at my disposal are both very expensive bricks. There's a desktop I have *extremely* limited access to, but probably the most complicating factor is I lost everything. One laptop got totaled by a nasty virus, the other had the hard drive just die completely. All my backups, everything. Gone. All my writing saved on there, all the imagines. Gone. So... still figuring out what I'm going to do now with that.

But I guess it happened at a time when it's not a good idea for me to be focused on this right now anyways. My Grandfather was just given a timeline of 6 to 12 months left, but the way his health's been... So that part of the family's hurting and there's been a lot more contact between us than there's been in literally years.

Anyways, this isn't goodbye. This is just a semihiatus until I can get something better in play and until everything with the family calms down, or reaches some level of peace.

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Progress So Far...

Sometimes I forget it’s impossible to know what, if anything, I’m doing behind the scenes, so to hopefully shine a light on the fact that I haven’t abandoned this place here’s what I’m working on. I’ve finally settled on an official plot for the Tank. As I said some months ago, rather than continue the old story, which was riddled with problems and plotholes to begin with, I’m creating a new story entirely with a similar core concept of fantasy characters having a place they gather and live among each other either for however long or short they like. (And yes, they’ll of course still answer to the inbox). I’ve got the first few chapters cranked out and I’m working on more as well as editing the ones I’ve already written so it’ll be ready for posting soon. I’m also working on a decent sized collection of imagines so I can start just filling the queue AAAAND I’ve stopped procrastinating on doing some much needed “research,” (I’ve finally watched through Supernatural -now I have all the feels-, Criminal Minds -now I have all the paranoia-, and started on other series and movies I used to get requests for but never knew enough about them to really contribute much. No, I still haven’t started Game of Thrones).  My goal date to have things running is early September, so within the next week or two. Not gonna give a specific date yet because that’s usually where I jinx myself and something happens. But I’ll keep you posted!

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I apologize again. I needed more time than I thought I did. I want to thank those of you who have been supportive and sent me encouragement in the inbox. I’m ready to get back to work again, so let’s do this.

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Sorry for the absence. This mun just got in at 2am this morning after 12 hours spent on planes and waiting in airports with her husband and 2-year-old after a week long visit to Colorado to see my grandfather for the last time. This wasn’t a spur of the moment visit, I’ve known about it for months. I just never said anything because... sometimes there are things you’re not ready to acknowledge out loud. 

My grandfather is in the final stages of his life. He has severe COPD that has grown significantly worse over the last two years and can no longer even cross a room without losing his breath. So this past week I got to go out and see him for the first time in 5 years, he got to meet and hold his great granddaughter for the first time, and I got to hug him one last time.

I don’t know how much time is left, how many phone calls I’ll have with him, but I’m glad I got to see him one last time.

I’ll resume working on posts again tomorrow. Thanks for your patience.

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Anonymous:

“Imagine being married to Guy and his smirk he gives you just before he scoops you up and carries you to bed.”

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Anonymous:

“Imagine V grimly keeping up with the current US presidential race with you.”

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Anonymous:

“Imagine Thor making you breakfast.”

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Anonymous:

“Imagine running a floral shop next to The Pie Hole and falling in love with Ned after seeing him come in every day.”

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Anonymous:

“Imagine Poe Dameron getting down on bended knee to ask you to fly around the galaxy with him.”

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Anonymous:

“Imagine Loki and Thranduil turning out to be long lost brothers. Imagine the fabulousness of that.”

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Anonymous:

“Imagine Thranduil doing Pilates.”

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Sunday I’ll be loading up the queue so keep sending in imagines (already have some waiting in the inbox). We are also open to fan fiction submissions so feel free to send those in as well!

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Vikkikate89:

“Imagine Thranduil seeing you take the killing blow to save his son's life.”

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Vikkikate89:

“Imagine Loki teaching you all his tricks so that you’re just as capable in a fight as he is.”

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Vikkikate89:

“Imagine Ultron teaming up with Bender.”

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Vikkikate89:

“Imaging going to the movies with Bucky and seeing a horror film. Neither of you seem bothered by it until you get back home. After staring at your house for a minute, Bucky reluctantly offers to go first.”