What is there to know about me?. Well, I suppose one could say I'm not new to the concept of fanfiction but I'm fairly new to this site and have recently started well found and published an old crossover I had in storage and am currently working on upcoming chapters that will hopefully be done regularly. I'm currently jobless I quit my last job due to my crappy pay. For those that want to know a total stranger and what they do... well I'm a hammer hand or builder/carpenter or whatever you want to call it or was. I like the colour red; my hair is brown; my eyes are honey-coloured; My best friend is a chicken named Lady; My favourite animal is a wolf; I'm an Aries by birth but a Leo at heart(apparently); I watch Supernatural, Lucifer, Crowley and Sam are my favourites; I also watch Lucifer; Currently re-watching Game of Thrones; I hated season 8; A part of me died with Crowley; R.I.P King of Hell; favourite Shark... Wobbegong!; Spaniels are my favourite dog breed cavaliers king Charles anyhow; Stirfry; Icecream; Cake; Chocolate; Skittles; Beef; Pork; I can't eat Lady's family that's wrong on so many levels... That's me for now... bye bye now!

I'm just gonna get this out there while I can. When I was in school(yes it's one of those just read) I was bullied, I was bullied and mocked so often I started to hate myself, I would think that I was ugly or fat or unloveable. I would often consider offing myself you know bullet in the brain or rope around your neck sort of thing... but I never went through with it and somehow that made me feel worse it made me feel like a coward for both considering it in the first place and not going through with it. My little brother noticed when no one else did that I was troubled instead of telling my parents which he probably should have done. He, bless his soul, sat down and asked me what was wrong we were home alone I was supposed to take care of him but instead, he was looking after me. At first, I said nothing then it all came pouring out God I was a mess leaning on my little brother like that but he got me through it he told me that it didn't matter what others thought that he would love me even if I didn't love myself he said he would do anything to make it go away the pain I was In because he cared and that like Lio (God did he love that movie) ohana means family and family doesn't leave family behind. But at that moment right there my eight, yes eight, my eight-year-old brother told me what I needed to hear That I'm loved that I matter that someone cares, slowly I got better I stopped hating myself because i knew that it didn't matter to him my little brother what I looked like or whether I was smart or not he loved me for me and I started to love me for me too. I didn't care what other people thought of me anymore I was happy because if I was happy so was my little brother. I found that most of those people who belittled me and put me down were insecure themselves and that they hated themselves because they didn't have what I did. So when they saw that they weren't affecting me the way that made them feel better about themselves they moved onto someone else. I didn't like that, they were one of the popular kids in school but their friends didn't notice the pain they felt or the compassion they were without. So I took it upon myself to lend them an olive branch or a shoulder to lean on it was completely out of the blue and it was actually when I caught them splashing their face with water in the loo or bathroom or whatever you want to call it. And I stood there for a bit before asking if they were okay they glared yes but I didn't give up I persisted I asked them if they needed help. Then just like I did they broke clung to the nearest thing (which was yes me) and cried I kinda just stood there for a bit before I was comforting them too, They told me they had issues at home and that their parents were just barely scraping by and their stepdad wasn't all that great and their dad dead died in a house fire. (before you ask yes I have permission to write this) I said that if they needed anything like someone to talk to or a shoulder to cry on or someone to joke with they could come to me. They thought about it long and hard before they said yes we're best friends now and they even have a kid of their own! They're great I helped them and my brother helped me, in fact, they're reading this as I write it from over my shoulder. They say thanks for reading and a little kindness goes a long way they also say that you should check out their stories. @CaptainHadrianPeverell16 you know the user that wrote and is writing I am Xalvador you can see where they're coming from if you squint while reading it... kidding kidding ouch yes I did just write that.

This is Hotstuffs bestest friend Bob here (yes it's just a nickname it's so much better than dentwood though) I just want to thank you for taking some time to read this even if you didn't really feel like it. Hotstuff really did help me through a dark part of my life though I've met their brother btw he is so cute even as a grumpy teen. Though he has nothing on my little Sammy... yes I watch Supernatural so what sue me.

And I'm glad we're too mature to be fighting over a keyboard right no

I don't think sofugdyhx

Yeah gotta go now... hope this helps even a little bit.