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Adding "been interviewed about fanfic by Glamour Magazine" to my writer resume. What a surreal experience this was lol

The Triumph of Time being mentioned here is absolutely wild, and I should probably really work faster on finishing editing it... Thanks to the journalist for being super nice btw!

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Awww this is so cute???

Someone sends you love and a huggable friend @mrsbsmooth 🧸

Suzi my love, I love all of your fics, whether I'm reading your LITG fics or your HP ones, and I love your existence in both fandoms.

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Mine were also archive locked as of 24/04. You’ll need to be logged in to see them.

Love u guys

AO3 has been scraped, once again.

As of the time of this post, AO3 has been scraped by yet another shady individual looking to make a quick buck off the backs of hardworking hobby writers. This Reddit post here has all the details and the most current information. In short, if your fic URL ends in a number between 1 and 63,200,000 (inclusive), AND is not archive locked, your fic has been scraped and added to this database.

I have been trying to hold off on archive locking my fics for as long as possible, and I've managed to get by unscathed up to now. Unfortunately, my luck has run out and I am archive locking all of my current and future stories. I'm sorry to my lovelies who read and comment without an account; I love you all. But I have to do what is best for me and my work. Thank you for your understanding.

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Deuces

I just got another ask from one of you lovely people noticing I'm completely MIA from the fandom over the past two seasons. I scrolled through my inbox and while I don't foresee myself replying to every ask, I thought I'd just jump on real quick and let you guys know why I'm not playing any more?

Trying really hard to not make this sound like a 'this isn't an airport you don't need to announce your departure' etc but regardless.

There's not one reason in particular, really. There's multiple. Firstly, and probably most importantly, I'm busy. I've mentioned a few times I've got a kid, and she's now almost two, so you can imagine a lot of my time's being taken up by running around after an active toddler, working, and trying to keep some semblance of a healthy lifestyle. The hours I do have to myself comprise the second reason. I've found something else that challenges me more creatively than writing for LITG does. I know HP isn't everyone's cup of tea but the ship I'm writing has forced me to develop my skills as a writer so much more than I felt I could in LITG, and if I ever want to publish something, I need to focus on things that are challenging me creatively. Reading over my LITG fics, honestly, the haters were right. All my characters are written the same, they have the same dialogue--- to whoever it was that sent me that hate ask like two years ago, hold on to it. You were right. But I've improved. A lot. So thank you, I guess, for putting that in my head and forcing me to be better. Sometimes you gotta let the haters win, because the haters are telling you what you need to hear.

The third reason is probably the biggest, and the one that you guys assumed. I'm bored. I'm bored and disappointed with this game that I so used to love. They keep dropping the same broad-shouldered, skinny-nose character design over and over and over. The same gimmicks and one-dimensional characters and stupid clichés and it's boring. I've seen snippets of great dialogue and some great feedback but overall it's just the same shit again. It's the same lazy storylines, the same forced drama with no basis, the same lame ideas just tied up with a different ribbon, and I'm fucking bored.

I'm probably still gonna play THTH, I'll be honest. I can't see myself missing out on that. But, at least until I see someone I trust assuring me the game's back on track, I'm out. I just don't see the point any more. I still duck in and out of the discords to keep up with people I love but short of the annual Christmas fic exchange I can't see myself writing for LITG again. I'm sorry to disappoint.

My WIPs will stay WIPs. I'm not going to take them down, but I'm also not actively working on them either. I want to finish Unhealthy, but it probably won't be for quite a while. I'm sorry to those who are invested or waiting for updates. I just don't care about it any more, and I don't want to force words when I don't care about them.

I appreciate every single one of you who reached out asking if I was okay. Or everyone who's read one of my fics, sent me an ask, been a fun, welcoming member of this fandom. You are all wonderful. Gorgeous humans, each and every one of you. I love you to pieces and I can't wait for THTH to drop so we can play again.

Love you all.

So much.

Suz (MrsBSmooth / Pearlbracelet)

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I miss season 2. I’d take a Rocco route. I’ll take a Gary route. Just anything.

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I might have favorites

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I would blaze this except look at her eyes there’s no point

Cursed image

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Root

What would your url be without these letters?

I'd be rawayarl

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Don't worry, I will be screaming in the comments as well 😂 but OMG IT'S IN COLOUR not just Brewie's photos but the entire thing 🥹 does that mean it will be rainbows butterflies & smooth sailing for them going forward? 👀 you know... asking for a friend

Same friend who is not-so-secretly hoping to one day read a Meet the Parents (aka meet nana, the real main character) chapter but also don't want to be annoying or pressure you 🫶🏻

😘

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Unfortunately I’ve gone viral on side blog

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listen, some tiktok's live in my head rent free, might as well do something with them

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Amelia Can't Win - Chapter 22

Summary:

Finding out she’s being dumped from Love Island stings, and it hurts even more when the guy she likes doesn’t offer to leave with her. But none of that can compare to the confession that Amelia just dropped — the ultimate betrayal from the one person who claimed to always have her back. So when Everly Thompson gets another text telling her she’s actually going to Casa Amor early, she senses an opportunity. And luckily, there’s one person there in particular who’s willing to help her get her revenge. No matter what, Amelia can’t win.

Read chapter 22 on AO3

or start from the beginning

Tag list: @henri-my-sexy-paramedic (let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future updates!)

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LEWIE BELONGS AS A BLONDE

I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

LIKE I’M DUE TO BE MORTALLY WOUNDED ON A LOT OF HILLS

But this

THIS IS THE HILL ON WHICH I BREATHE MY LAST

Also “I miss you” (spells my name wrong)Love you too Khristēy

as i grow older and age in fandom especially, i have waning patience for 2012 style fandom wars. i don't have time for the type of person who goes "why is this the 2nd top ship on ao3 when it bugs me", i don't have the energy to be friends with people who go "i specifically expressed dislike for this ship and people still write it?" and i have absolutely no time for someone who goes "this very personal trauma i have projected onto this random character and ship should be recognized and agreed by everyone else, otherwise they're bad people"

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* idiots to lovers romantic starters

also known as rivals to lovers / idiots to idiots but they’re lovers / rivals to besties / rivals to idiots, the list goes on. some of these are inspired by pre-existing media. change pronouns/aggressive terms of endearment/insults as you see fit! these can also be platonic of course!

“i dunno. sometimes i just… feel things when you’re around.”

“i love your ass.”

“your ass is your best quality.”

“i’d tap that.”

“i love you, bitch.”

“do you ever feel… like… you know… things? like… those warm… feelings?”

“oh my god, stop looking at me like that! i’m gonna end up kissing you.”

“sometimes you’re not annoying.”

“you don’t, like… make me wanna tear my eyes out… or whatever.”

“you love me? are you sure?”

“i don’t hate you.”

“shut up and stay. please.”

“i hate when people say shit like ‘you’re my best friend, i love you, i can’t imagine my life without you. i wake up and you’re the first thing on my mind, and the last thing before i go to sleep. suddenly all the love songs make sense.’ you know? i prefer starting it by saying how much i hate when other people say it, then say what i mean anyway. it’s way less embarrassing like that.”

“we aren’t friends. friends don’t do this kinda thing.”

“maybe i don’t wanna be just friends with you.”

“who the fuck said you aren’t funny?”

“who the fuck called you boring?”

“who the fuck said that? you’re great.”

“i don’t think you’re weird. i think you’re cute.”

“i don’t think you’re weird. you’re a dumbass, maybe, but i like that about you.”

“obviously i like you! i’ve been trying to tell you for ages now!”

“i’ve been flirting with you for the last six months, thanks for noticing.”

“some parts of you don’t make a lot of sense to me, but i don’t know why the sky turns pink at sunset and i still think it’s beautiful.”

“i want you. i don’t know why, i can’t explain it, but i just wanna be around you all the time.”

“i woke up one morning and realised i loved you.”

“you’re the worst. i love it.”

“you’re stupid, that’s what you are, buddy.”

“i wouldn’t die for you, but i think i’d kill for you. maybe. but then, that would mean going to jail… nah. i take it back. no offence.”

“did you know when i call you dude i mean it romantically?”

“what are you gonna do? kiss me?”

“you don’t look totally ugly today.”

“you look… never mind. i didn’t say shit!”

“they’re just flowers, don’t read into it.”

“can you please stop moving your mouth so i can kiss you?”

“you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

“i trust you, stupid.”

“i love you, dumbass.”

“you’re a pain in the ass but i’m glad we met.”

“of course i care about what you think of me!”

“you’re looking at me funny.”

“i’m not looking at you funny! this is just how i look at someone i hate.”

“being with you makes me feel like a better person.”

“being with you makes me feel like a better person. i look like an angel compared to you.”

“huh? what was that? are you being nice to me?”

“sorry i made things weird the other day. we can still hang out, right?”

“sorry i kissed you, that was stupid. let’s just forget about it.”

“maybe kissing you was stupid but i don’t regret it.”

“are we hugging right now, bro? is that what we’re doing? do we… keep going? do we stop?”

“i’m not going anywhere.”

“i’m here, aren’t i?”

“this is all your fault!” *it is not*

“you drive me crazy in a way that makes everyone else look boring.”

“i can tell when you’re lying, you know. you ain’t slick.”

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New Chapter Posted

“Brig,” he sobbed, his voice low and strained. “You’re killing me.” She tilted her head downwards, her hair spilling over her shoulders as she looked at him. The mischief in her gaze was unmistakable, but there was something softer there too—something that made his chest tighten even harder as his body screamed at him. She guided his hands higher, pressing them against her ribs, her waist, as she rolled her body over him again. Clapping a hand behind his neck and dancing on him. He was helpless, his body moving in time with hers, completely at her mercy. Lewie clenched his jaw, his hands tightening on her waist as she rolled her hips, pressing down harder. He was hanging on by a thread, and his head fell forward, resting against her shoulder as he fought to stop himself from snapping. Bridget only laughed, low and throaty, as she shifted in his lap, her nails grazing the back of his neck. She brushed her lips against the shell of his ear. “I think you’re doing just fine, baby.”

Read now on Ao3 or start from the beginning

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New Chapter Posted

“Brig,” he sobbed, his voice low and strained. “You’re killing me.” She tilted her head downwards, her hair spilling over her shoulders as she looked at him. The mischief in her gaze was unmistakable, but there was something softer there too—something that made his chest tighten even harder as his body screamed at him. She guided his hands higher, pressing them against her ribs, her waist, as she rolled her body over him again. Clapping a hand behind his neck and dancing on him. He was helpless, his body moving in time with hers, completely at her mercy. Lewie clenched his jaw, his hands tightening on her waist as she rolled her hips, pressing down harder. He was hanging on by a thread, and his head fell forward, resting against her shoulder as he fought to stop himself from snapping. Bridget only laughed, low and throaty, as she shifted in his lap, her nails grazing the back of his neck. She brushed her lips against the shell of his ear. “I think you’re doing just fine, baby.”

Read now on Ao3 or start from the beginning

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Update:

Unhealthy has a new chapter dropping soon.

If you want to catch up, or you want to refresh your memory with a re-read, you should do it soon.

Real soon.

And when I say soon...

I mean it's going up in the next 24 hours.

😘 xx