#Hopefully this will be my last period fic for a while😅

[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

Can you do a spirit with a bad period with Aiden maybe on a date 👉👈💕

Other ask:

love the amberlynn period fic. would also love to see eliana or spirit’s period fics sometime 👀

More focus on the romance than the actual period in this one, but I still love it😘 I hope you love it, too!!

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After sending a pic of her face and a text that said ‘#SkateboardFails’, Spirit witnessed the group chat with her friend fill rapidly with concerned responses.

Doc. Kei🩺: WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT HAPPENED!!!!!

Jor: Holy shit. . .

Oliver {lil bro}: Spirit!!?

Amber: Omg, Spirit! What happened to you?!

Eliana: Jeesus, your eye!

Spirit quickly texted back, ‘I am fine, guys. I just had an accident at the skate park’.

Isaac texted, ‘Y’all should’ve seen it🤣!!!! Complete wipeout!!!’ in order to feed the lie, and Spirit was grateful for him.

But suddenly, Birdie texted Spirit outside of the group chat, and Spirit frowned.

Nico_from_Rio: Did you get in a fight?

Her best friend knew her too well.

Spirit texted ‘No’ and gave a detailed (fake) story about how she nearly collided with someone at the skate park when she was hanging out there with Isaac, and wound up turning too sharply and skidding onto the concrete, faceplanting.

Birdie interrogated her via texts for a while before she gave up, and Spirit let out a sigh of relief.

Now she only had one more person to show her face to.

It had been a few days since she and Aiden had saw each other. Because of their regular texts, Spirit knew he was out of the hospital now and fine, but his mentor forced several extra sick days on him just to be sure.

Spirit was more anxious about showing Aiden her face than she was to show it to her friends. After all, they were her friends, but this was. . . Aiden. The guy she liked. She didn’t want to scare him off.

She took a deep breath as she pressed the FaceTime button, her camera facing her ceiling so that her face wasn’t visible yet.

Aiden answered after just a few seconds, smiling widely with his glasses slightly crooked on his nose and his hair all messy. “Hey!” he said. “I bought and started reading the book you recommended; ‘The Initial Insult’. So far, it is absolutely amazing. Very dark and depressing, but amazi- Why am I staring at your ceiling?”

Spirit sighed. “Aiden,” she said hesitantly. “Please just. . .” She sighed again, not exactly knowing what to ask him not to do. Then she lowered the phone.

Aiden’s smile vanished, his eyes widening and his mouth opening and closing in shock.

“Spirit. . . your face.” He shook his head, looking dumbstruck. “What the—? What happened?! Oh my God, are you okay?!” He looked closer at the phone, looking so concerned and Spirit forced herself to smile a bit to calm him down.

“I’m fine,” she said. “I just—” she hesitated, simultaneously wanting to tell him the truth and shield him from it at the same time. “I had a little incident,” she settled for saying.

He frowned deeply, eyes still wide and concerned.

“Seriously, I’m fine, Aiden. Stop worrying.”

Aiden nodded. “Well. . . okay then.”

They remained silent for a second before Aiden said, “I’ve been wanting to ask you something.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“I was going to tell you that day, but then. . .” he shrugged, “all hell broke loose.”

Spirit was nodding, waiting for his question.

“Feel totally free to say no if you don’t want to do this. I’m really hoping that you will want to do this, just so you know, but it’ll totally be fine if you say no to—”

“Are you asking me out again?”

Spirit could see him startle and blush through the screen, looking just a bit sheepish. “How’d you tell?”

Spirit grinned and shrugged. “Your rambling sounded just a bit familiar.”

“Yeah, well. . . So, yes or no?”

Spirit then frowned. “You’re really asking me out when I look like this?” she asked.

Aiden stayed quiet for a second. Then shrugged. “Umm. . . yeah?”

“Yes,” Spirit said. “But, something small? And maybe we should schedule something a few weeks from now? Just so I don’t go out on a date looking like this.” Spirit gestured to her face.

Aiden’s brows furrowed ever so slightly since he was still concerned and curious about how Spirit’s face wound up so beaten and why her answer was so vague.

If he was being honest, he didn’t want to wait super long for a second date. Suddenly, he had an idea: “What if you just come to my place? We can do Netflix and chill.”

The suggestion surprised Spirit. “You want our date to be at your apartment?”

Aiden ran a hand through his longish messy hair. “I mean, only if you’re comfortable with it? We can wait if you really want to, but you could just come and hang out at my place. I basically have every microwavable unhealthy snack you can think of, and we can watch a horror movie like we did at the theater. What’dya think?”

Spirit didn’t have to think it over very long. “Yeah, sure. Can you text me your address? I don’t remember it.”

“Yeah, sure. This weekend? Saturday again?”

“It’s a date.”

— — —

Spirit whined as she woke up to the sound of her alarm.

She didn’t whine because it was extremely early—since she always had to get up really early and was used to it—but rather because of the tight pain in her lower abdomen that let her know what time of the month it was.

Great fucking timing.

She grumbled curse words as she climbed out of bed, cringing as she shuffled to the bathroom.

Spirit hated her periods, as any other girl would. But her periods always seemed to have it out for her, showing up at the worst times: exam days, birthdays, holidays, and more.

Now, on the day when she was supposed to go on her second date with Aiden.

Spirit quickly got ready for work, barely managing to make it out the door on time. Other than her job at the mall’s music store, she worked as a barista at Starbucks. It was honestly worse than her job at the mall, because while her music-store-boss was rude and grumpy, her boss at Starbucks was even worse. The woman gave Spirit a death glare when she showed up just thirty seconds too late and reprimanded her on punctuality. And then threw a fit about Spirit’s face and how she’d fire her if they weren’t so understaffed.

Spirit was not having a good day. One customer was some man in a suit and his spoiled-looking teen daughter, and both of them were incredibly rude. Spirit also dealt with a mother who brought her five little kids and a screaming baby into the coffee shop, and it took twenty whole minutes to just get her order down. And the annoying encounters just kept coming. Not to mention the fact that her boss refused to give her a break that day since there was only her and one other barista working that day, and that barista had to leave early for a doctors appointment. Spirit didn’t even have time to take two minutes to take some ibuprofen.

It was gonna be a long day.

— — —

Aiden looked at the time on his phone. It was almost 8:00, which was almost 30 minutes later than the time they planned.

He had no texts from Spirit, and he was debating on just eating the fifteen taquitos he heated by himself.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

As soon as he saw Spirit’s name, he picked it up eagerly. “Hey!” he said cheerfully. “You on your way?”

Silence. Then, “I am so sorry, Aiden. Can we reschedule?” She sounded exhausted.

Aiden’s face fell and a weight settled in his chest. “Oh. Um, yeah. Is everything okay? You sound down.”

“I’m fine,” she mumbled. “Just exhausted. Again, I’m so sorry. I promise we can reschedule.”

“That’s okay,” he assured her. “Are you sure you’re fine? You sound really tired.”

She sighed. “I just had a long day. That’s all. I’ll text you tomorrow.”

“Okay then. Goodb—”

She hung up.

Aiden frowned as he looked at the words ‘Call Ended’ on his phone screen. He wound up eating two of the taquitos, and putting the rest in the fridge, along with the other movie snacks he heated up.

More than disappointed, he felt worried. Between the fact that she gave no explanation bout why her face was all beaten and the fact that she sounded completely exhausted over the phone, he was very worried, and he couldn’t help it.

He knew there wasn’t much he could do. But what he could do, and did, was send a text saying: ‘Hey, if you need anything, just let me know. Anything at all, Spirit ;)‘.

— — —

Spirit grinded her teeth together so hard that they began to hurt.

She was sitting on her bathroom floor, in too much pain to sleep and too nauseous to not be worried about throwing up.

Upon getting home from work, she was painfully aware of three things: she had no ibuprofen, she had only 3 pads left, and she didn’t have enough cash in her wallet to afford gas, meds, and pads.

Also, she felt absolutely terrible for cancelling her date with Aiden, and part of her was even a bit panicked that she had ruined everything. She was scared that he wouldn’t want to reschedule, and that he’d decide to stop seeing her. That kind of fear was new to her, but it triggered the same kind of reaction that any fear did.

So, there she was, sitting on the floor of her tiny bathroom, in pain and having to remind herself every few minutes to remember to breathe since she wound up holding her breath whenever she thought about Aiden.

Anxiety plus insanely painful cramps made Spirit’s stomach a complete mess, though she refused to puke, which was why she was grinding her teeth so hard together.

Spirit involuntarily gagged dryly, one hand planting on her aching stomach, and the force caused her to leak. She groaned, realizing she’d be down to two pads now.

Spirit sighed, knowing that she had to ask for help.

With a sleepy yawn, Spirit forced herself up and walked out of the bathroom, into her room. She picked up her phone, half asleep, to call Birdie and say that she’s not feeling well and ask her for help.

“Hey Siri,” Spirit mumbled, too tired to even open her contacts. Yawning, she mumbled, “Call Birdie on speaker,” but the command was half-unintelligible.

Spirit flopped onto her bed, closing her eyes as the phone rang. When she heard the call get picked up, she said, “Hey, Bird. Sorry for the late call, but can you come over with some pads and ibuprofen? I swear, this is the worst period I’ve ever had. Kill me, please, and then burn my uterus because it deserves it.”

Silence.

Spirit frowned. “Birdie?”

“Um. . . Hi, Spirit?” a sheepish response came. Aiden.

Spirit all but shot up in bed, face burning and scrambling to grab her phone. In her flustered panic, she hung up.

Never had she ever felt more embarrassed. She had just said that. . . to Aiden.

Suddenly, his name appeared on her phone. She froze. Why the hell was he calling back?!??!

She picked up. “So, um. . . I’m so sorry about that. I asked Siri to call one of my friends, and then you got dialed by accident, and I’m so—”

She stopped. Because he was chuckling.

Spirit could hear him laughing, and she was so completely confused.

“Aiden? Why are you—?”

“N-nothing,” he laughed. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Just a bit funny, that’s all.”

Spirit wasn’t laughing. She felt humiliated.

When Aiden stopped laughing, he asked a question that shocked Spirit completely: “Would you be okay if I picked up some pads and ibuprofen for you?”

Spirit’s face was on fire. “Y-you don’t have to do that! I’m so sorry, that call wasn’t meant for you—and I don’t need you to get me anything. Please, just forget about this.”

“I don’t mind. Just text me your location, and I’ll be there as fast as I can.”

Spirit cringed, now even more mortified at the thought of Aiden—who lived in a decent and nice apartment—seeing the crap-shack where she lived. “No, Aiden, you don’t—”

“Text. Me.” Spirit could hear him leaving his apartment and the jingle of keys. She wanted to bang her head against a wall or something because of how embarrassed she felt.

Finally, she gave up. Without saying anything, she texted him her address. “Top floor, last room down the left hallway.” And she hung up before waiting for his response.

Now, along with the awful cramps and anxiety, a weight of mortification was settled in her stomach, and that seemed to be the final tipping point for her gut because she found herself running back into her bathroom to puke up the measly couple of granola bars she had for dinner.

— — —

Aiden pulled up to the building and frowned. He had not expected this.

Inside, the building smelled strongly of cheap beer and ramen. There was no elevator, but rather a lot of stairs.

He went to the top floor, went down the left hallway, and stopped at the last door. He knocked. “Spirit?”

It took a minute before the door opened. The girl looked miserable. And Aiden noticed than not only was her face beaten, but her knuckles were also more bruised than usually and she had some bruises on her arms. That, plus the fact that she looked really pale, made him super worried.

“I come bearing gifts,” he said with a forced smile, holding up a pharmacy bag.

Spirit’s face turned red with an embarrassed flush. “Thanks. Come in.”

She stepped aside so he could walk in. From looking at the building, he thought that her dorm would be small, but this was insane.

A thin mattress on a black metal frame took up most of the space in the room. There was a small table by the bed with a lamp and books piled onto it. More books were in stacks on the floor, and a skateboard was propped against the wall. There was a clothing rack with shirts, hoodies, and pants hung on it, and baskets with other clothing items were on the floor next to it. Aiden saw no closet, but he did see the open door of a tiny bathroom. There was even a minifridge and a microwave on the floor. The room was dark, cold, and way too tiny.

“I know you’re thinking that this place is absolute shit,” Spirit grumbled, leaning against the wall with a frown, hands in her pockets.

Aiden’s eyes widened. “No, I wasn’t! I was just thinking. . . um. . .”

“It’s fine,” Spirit sighed, looking at him. “All my friends think so, too. And I definitely know so.” She looked at the bag in his hand. “Could I have that?”

“Oh, yeah,” Aiden said, handing the bag to her.

She thanked him, taking the box out of the bag and putting it in her bathroom. She came out with just the ibuprofen and went to grab a water bottle from her fridge. She took two of the pills, chugged half of the bottle, and let out a sigh of relief.

“You okay?” Aiden asked, taking a single step towards her. It’s all he had to do to stand right next to her.

“I’m fine,” Spirit said, looking up at him. “Again, I’m so sorry about our plans. I ruined another date before it even started, and then this, and I just. . .” She shook her head. “I totally get it if you don’t wanna keep hanging out with me. I’m really sucking at this whole ‘dating-thing’, and I don’t—”

“Wait, hold up,” Aiden interrupted. “Spirit, of course I don’t want to stop hanging out. And I already told you, it’s fine that you cancelled. If you weren’t up for it tonight, then that’s fine.”

Spirit frowned. “Are you sure?”

He nodded, smiling softly. “Absolutely.”

Spirit sighed and sat on the edge of her bed. Aiden sat beside her.

“So, what really happened to you?” he asked. “Because you have bruises on your arms and hands, too. And I’ve seen my fair share of people coming into the station after a fight. There’s no way you didn’t get scars and bruises like that without getting in a fight or something.”

Spirit didn’t look at him, chewing on her bottom lip.

“You said something when I was in the hospital. . . you said that you wouldn’t come back if your face wasn’t as pretty. . . is this what you meant?”

Spirit have him a surprised look. “You were concussed and half-asleep. I thought you wouldn’t remember that.”

He shrugged. “Well, I did. Sooooo?”

Spirit sighed again, hands once again going inside her pockets. “I knew the guys who robbed the store,” she admitted. “They and I grew up in the same neighborhood. They’re all assholes.”

Aiden’s eyes widened, the shock feeling overwhelming as he began to put the pieces together.

“I just. . . I got so mad after what happened to you. That’s something you should take into consideration before you decide to keep hanging out with me: I have a short fuse and some serious issues with my temper. Basically, I went to their place, and I confronted them about what they did to you, and then. . . I left looking like this. They looked just as bad, though, so there’s that.”

Aiden frowned deeply, brows creased.

Spirit sighed, wrapping her arms around her stomach and looking at the floor. “Yeah, I bet you’re reconsidering wanting to keep hanging out now.”

He shook his head. And then, he put a hand on her knee, making her look at him.

“I’m not reconsidering,” he stated. Then he smiled a bit. “It’s honestly cool to think that you stuck up for me like that. It’s like having a hot guardian angel.”

Spirit blushed, eyes widening, and Aiden chuckled at her reaction. Then his eyes moved down to where her arms were wrapped tightly around her stomach. “Are you nauseous?”

She shrugged. “A little. Not as much as I was earlier, though. It just hurts now.” She yawned. “I’ll probably just sleep it off, though.”

He nodded. “Is there anything else you need?”

She shook her head, smiling thankfully. “No, you’ve done more than enough for me. Thanks.”

He nodded again. “So, movie night next Saturday?”

The look that appeared on Spirit’s face—shocked and glad—made Aiden’s smile widen.

She was about to agree, when she looked at her computer and said, “Y’know, we can watch a movie here if you want? I know it’s not like how we planned, and I don’t have any snacks or anything, but that way we don’t have to wait another whole week.”

Aiden somehow smiled wider. He didn’t hesitate to agree.

He and Spirit scooted back enough that their backs were against the wall and their legs were dangling off the side of the bed. Spirit had her computer on her lap and she put on a horror movie on Netflix.

Her shoulder was nearly touching Aiden’s. Eventually, she felt his head touch the side of hers. She startled a bit, but he just chuckled. After a hesitant second, Spirit slowly laid her head on his shoulder. She even found herself smiling, even as her eyes began to grow heavy.

Aiden noticed her starting to doze off, and he grinned. “Gonna be honest, this is a good date,” Aiden whispered, his hand grabbing hers.

She squeezed his hand softly in return. “Yeah. It really is.”

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@bellysoupset

[oingomyboingos]

Tag 9 people you’d like to know better. I was tagged by the lovely @icannotreadcursive

Last song: spotify tells me it is Honeymoon (Forever) by Hellogoodbye, which is off of my ineffable husbands playlist. I have good omens brain rot rn 😅 accepting fic recs if u have any

Currently reading: I have been slowly churning my way thru Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia. 1950s Mexicana socialite must go investigate her cousin’s mysterious illness. the cousin lives in a spooky manor after she has married into the once-rich family of a British aristocrat, whose failed mining enterprise hangs over the town like a spectre. ALSO Tombs by Junji Ito—I very much enjoyed the title story and the one about the deep sea creature.

Currently watching: Recently finished Kingdom, and I can’t recommend it highly enough. It’s a korean period drama with zombies. The king dies while the queen is waiting to give birth, and the current heir starts a coup. What do you do if you’re from the queen’s clan and desperately want to stay in power? Why, infecting the king’s corpse and turning him into a zombie sounds like a great way to buy time until you have a new heir. The costuming is excellent (THE!!!!! HATS!!!!!!) and the characters are genuinely so likeable.

also going apeshit for star trek lower decks

Current obsession: I blame david tenant’s wonderful acting because after bingeing good omens 3 times in the past few weeks I have now returned to doctor who and am attempting to watch the 13th doctor. it’s fine. not the best quality writing. Im curious to see where this “lone cyberman” plot goes. the evil microplastics episode was silly. i want to know more about “ruth.” i liked the mary shelley bits, but I am slightly put off by the writers not letting thirteen think on the fly. ten always used to come up with these crazy schemes in the moment. meanwhile, in the mary shelley episode, they keep asking thirteen for help and she goes “yeah my brain isn’t working right now check back later.” like, hm. I don’t like the written in incompetence. or perhaps it’s the phrasing/set up of it that’s getting to me? it’s not that there weren’t challenges that were tough for ten, but the writers’ hand wasn’t so….evident? it always felt like big time lord brain working on the problem. now it’s as if they’re telling us “hush we haven’t gotten there yet so just deal with her being dumb no we will not give you more info yet or a satisfying reason for her to act this way.” i’m also not the biggest fan of the whole “oh look at me i’m talking to myself” jokes. I know they’re trying to make the character quirky and likeable, but the joke wasn’t funny the first time and now i’ve heard it like 8 times. save me. I have heard that her final season is better, so hopefully that’s true. I think I will be taking a break for now though so that I can watch more star trek lol

alrighty I’m supposed to tag 9 people i want to get to know better so! let’s go: @kayliflower @dolly-macabre @cosmosredshift7 @godofsickdreams @idylls-in-juniper @minecraftgender @transathenacykes @lezbfrenz @great-exhibition-of-1851

(only if u want to!)

[thelazyhermits]

After my most recent ask, I decided to make this post, so I could give y’all an update on my plans writing-wise. That way we could all be on the same page. I really should’ve done this sooner. Sorry about that 😅

Anyway, as I mentioned in my last ask, I have not started on the TABF WHM fic like I had intended to do despite now having the DVD. That’s because my mind has been taken over by Twst, and I have no idea when that will change lol

The way my brain works, once I fixate on something, that’s what my focus remains on for a prolonged period of time. That’s why I took a break a while back after having started JWTN so I could write some Ensemble Stars fics.

It always just hits me at random, and I really have no control over it. Once my brain says it wants to focus on something, I basically become a slave to its whims lol

That’s why I haven’t written any new BNHA content since the summer and probably won’t do so in the near future since I wanna take a crack at writing for Twst, not a full length fic, though, just some oneshots. 

However, that’s not to say you won’t be getting any kind of BNHA content from me. Thankfully, I wrote a lot of fics during the summer which I have yet to post, so y’all do have that to look forward to.

For now, my plan is to ensure I post at least one thing a month, and in the case of December, I’ll post a two-shot that covers the TABF rendition of the Endeavor Agency Arc, which will mean two updates in that month, since I wanna get that fic posted before I post the one shot I have planned for January’s update.

By doing this, I can ensure that my lovely readers don’t have to go a prolonged period of time without any kind of content from me. 

I feel bad that I can’t deliver the WHM fic when I originally said I would, but it’s best not to force things since that could lead to a negative effect on the quality of the fic, which I wanna avoid. 

I wanna give y’all the best writing I can produce, and the only way that’ll happen is if I’m in the right frame of mind and properly focused. 

Hopefully, after a few months of Twst, I’ll be able to get back on the BNHA track since that’s what happened when I took a break for Enstars.

In the meantime, I hope y’all will be patient with me 🙏

[substituted-shinigami]

Writing Update: Creative Corner April 2023

Welcome back to “Writing Updates”, which I’m thinking of renaming to Creative Corner, but uh we’ll see! (I tend to go back and forth on these things😅) My thought process is that instead of doing the “Good News/Bad News” format I’ve done in the past, I’m going to do a “Writing Corner” and an “Art Corner” instead. I’ll try it out and see how I feel about it. Anyway, let’s get on with the news!

TL:DR Version: I’m taking this month off…kind of. Last month was busy, but really fun!😁 This month was busy, but uh, not at all fun…long story.😅 Anyway, so no new one-shots this month. However! I did find some RenRuki fluff drabbles that I think you all might like, so I put them together in their own series. They’re perfect for a rainy day when you just want to feel good!🥰 They should be out later this month!

Read on if you want the long version:

Writing Corner: 

*Sighs heavily* Alright, I’m gonna be honest, this month sucked. Between burnout, family stuff, and depression, I barely wrote at all. I have a nearly completed piece that I could try to rush edit and finish in time, and would at least come out okay. But I thought about it, and realized that while I do like the piece, it’s not at all what I felt like reading right now. I don’t read a “hurt/comfort with a bit of angst” piece when I’m sad, I read fluff, lots of fluff. In fact, I had a google doc with a couple of fluff scraps that didn’t fit anywhere else that I would sometimes go back to and read whenever I was sad just because it made me feel good. And then I thought, what if this month was bad for other people too? Would these pieces make them feel good? So I’ve decided to release these instead in a brand new collection I’m going to call “Soft Moments”. Admittedly, they are more like eating a sugary sweet dessert than having a hearty protein filled one-shot meal, but that’s exactly what they are for! They are there for people who need to read something nice on a hard day. Anyway, they aren’t exactly a one-shot, so that’s why I decided to put them in their own collection, rather than adding them to “We Can’t All Be Winners”. In the end, I’ve decided to release the “hurt/comfort” piece another time. This also works out well for my new (ever changing😅) schedule for WCABW, where I am going to do 3 months on, 1 off, 3 on, and so forth! 

Art Corner: While I haven’t done much writing this month, I have gone back to my roots on this blog somewhat and started working on comics again. If you saw one of my earlier posts, you will know that I’m taking a crack at human based comics. They…are absolutely not proportional. But um…variety is the spice of life, right?!?! Anyway, hopefully they will at least be funny, but uh, we’ll see! That said, I'm thinking of eventually switching to digital art so that I don’t have to redraw backgrounds and unmoving characters, but that requires me to figure out how to draw with photoshop on my mini touch screen laptop so uh…………..

Bloodlines Corner (because let’s be honest, it gets its own spot at this point): 

Me: *glares to some far off corner in my google docs* You do realize it’s been months now, right?

Bloodlines: *shrugs innocently*

So I’ve realized I haven’t actually explained the premise of this story to most people on this blog, so here we go. Originally, Bloodlines was a one-shot in its own series of one-shots based on the idea of “What would happen if Rukia got Hisana’s illness?” However, I realized that I hadn’t really thought it out well enough for an entire series. So then I was going to make it a one off one-shot in a series of one off one shots, thus spawning WCABW. However, it clearly needed more editing, so I decided to release “prestigious school au” instead. Fast forward several months and not only am I still editing it, but that one-shot turned first into a multi-part and eventually a multi-chapter fic, all the while the events of the story still staying within the same time period, and therefore taking place over the course of one day. It is… utterly ridiculous. 

So anyway, it’s pretty long now, (well for me anyway, it’s almost 30 pages), which makes it take forever to edit. Unfortunately, I think that has caused the back chapters to suffer a bit, because for some reason I always prefer to edit things in order, so by the time I get to the end I’m pretty mentally exhausted. Therefore, I’ve decided to divide it up by only editing one chapter a day to make it easier on myself. Hopefully this will work out, and I can have it out by like August or something, but we will see! (Not being done until December is unfortunately still probable! 😅)

*Sigh* Welp, this has gotten long, but this month has been even longer so I guess it’s appropriate. In any case, thank you all for reading! The new fluff-filled anthology series should be out by the end of the month. Like I said earlier, it’s more like having dessert than dinner, but sometimes that's just what you need! See you all next month! 😊

[definitely-not-iorveth]

Fashionably late to the writing ask game but perhaps a 19 and 27? Also 31, because I love me some platonic love letters ;D

no such thing as too late to an ask game! thank you 💚😘

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

i've always liked putting my blorbos in situations, even before i had the terminology for it, although at first, i only did it in my head.

back in my childhood i used to read a lot of books, and when i obtained full-time access to a computer, i also started reading a ton of fanfiction. then at some point in my early teenage years i decided to try writing my own. (i didn't finish either of them and ended up deleting both)

some time passed... idk how much exactly but eventually came a period of about 5-6 years where i read a lot of fanfic while very occasionally writing a short piece of my own, after which i had a mental breakdown, deleted my old tumblr account, and kind of fell out of fandom spaces in general for a long while.

that was the biggest bump, i would say.

(i know that at some point i was also entertaining some ideas for original fiction, but i don't remember well enough where to place it chronologically, and i never really followed through with it in any capacity.)

as for the now: fast forward to last year when i feel headfirst into the witcher fandom, and, idk. something about roche and iorveth was apparently so inspiring i was suddenly bursting with ideas and even able to complete a 49k fic. (hopefully more will follow.)

and that's that 😅

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

DECLAN LEUVAARDEN. i only wrote some short bits from his pov, but by god, getting into the headspace of a cunning merchant was NOT easy for me.

and a honorable mention goes to thaler because i just can NOT swear like that man 😂

31. Write a short love letter to your readers.

dear readers,

thank you so much for reading my stuff 💚

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emma, babes!! aw, that’s a mood, but i hope the Bad softens! ahh there’s around 145 songs, i can’t do faves 😅 but rn i’m on better days by roosevelt & it’s rlly nice :) 🥺 it's beautiful how you find smth beautiful in all the colors :') ❤🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍💖 oh YES i see where you're coming from. the fact that it's the ""norm"" to choose a major/career straight out of high school is so. dumbakfdh i kinda always knew what i wanted to do, but rn i'm doubting it, so i might take a year off. (1/3)

and yOU WILL!! i believe in you & your ability to fill it out in time. i’m proud of you for taking the next step; we love that Growth for you. but aHHH!!!! production!!! that’s very, very cool. and :/ that’s the us of a babey :/ hopefully, it works out somehow 🤞 i’m sure whatever you do, you’ll excel in it. oh My, while i don’t listen to podcasts (yet), i’ve wanted to for a while and will give these a go, so thank you!! oh, i’ll switch between fics/books, but rn, i’m in a book period. (2/3)

BABE!!! YOUR TASTE!! i LOVED iwwv, i read it last fall and it was Beautiful. i watched tgf two nights ago and loved it!! djfshk yes, there is Rambling, and that’s why i’ve tried twice but haven’t finished the book. (a/n: may i suggest the secret history to read next?) ah yes, it’s amazing how much we’re willing to watch the “"same”“ show again and again. now: fave holiday? describe your fashion style. do you cook/bake? hoping you get study visual media! rooting for you 💓 (3/3)

((last thing: i finished the soundtrack whilst replying and now i;m sad again 🥺😭 talk to me abt what you’d like to see robbe and/or sander do in s4/the future!!)) (4/3)

YOU are really.. the sweetest of all time. sorry it took me a bit to respond, i haVEN’T HAD TIME TO SIT DOWN N ACTUALLY GET ON TUMBLR IN A COUPLE DAYS SO I AM RN BEFORE I LEAVE FOR XMAS DINNER…. that song is so vibey and lowkey, i like it omg… i agree it’s so fucking stupid lollll, especially when the education system doesn’t really allow to explore your interests THAT much. it’s getting so……… involved and One Thing has to take up your whole time in order for you to be part of smth and it’s jsut.. dumb. it’s hard to navigate. WHAT DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL FOR?? or want to i guess? before you started doubting. there’s always time to decide :’) sometimes i feel truly paralyzed by decision-making, even when i logically know that there’s nothing stopping you from changing things up and learning throughout the entirety of your life, lol. NAYWAY. THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT AND ENCOURAGEMENT. it makes me warm.

OHHH you should totally get into podcasts!! if you have any monotonous work or a commute or anything like that, they’re SUPER helpful to pass the time… they’ve really gotten me through the past year and a half of work, lol. and LUCKY YOU’RE IN A BOOK PERIOD.. i love that feeling so much, one of the best in the world.FJKLDSJFKLSD I FEEL LIKE.. I COULD NEVER JUST SIT AND READ THE GOLDFINCH LMAOOOO, props to ppl who did bc LOL that shit just keeps GOING. i had it in audio form and took lots of breaks so it took me like a week to finish but it was really good!!! i liked the movie, and that’s why i decided to give it a go fkldjfsd. the way i’m TOTALLY a movie before book person bc i get the visuals presented to me before AND i can’t be disappointed bc the book is so additive and better most of the time. iconic. i wonder if that’s a popular opinion, but i feel like it’s not. also i’VE HEARD mixed things abt the secret history, but the ppl who love it really love it. i actually legit own a copy and have for years, i just haven’t read it YET FJDFKSD i have so many books like that.

oh YOU’RE A SKAM FAN LET’S GOOOO.. what’s your fave remake??? and your fave characters in all of the skamverse in general???? have u seen them all? as for robbe and sander in the future, LISTEN….. THEY ARE THE SWEETEST…. for s4, i dont really know, just lots of them being cute in the bg is what i want. i highly doubt we are gonna get much of them, but i need to see them being happy and couple-y and annoyingly sweet through the eyes of other ppl…. as for the later future… i want them to be able to enter careers they love aka art for sander, and for robbe… it’s so hard bc we don’t really know what he’s fully into??? i know he’s into music though, so maybe smth with that!!!! always got those headphones around his neck, my artsy boys. i want them to have a small apartment together where they have a million traditions of their own to make up for the lack of them in childhood!!!!!!!!!! and a CAT bc sanders a cat person as everyone agrees on (so are all the evens) and they name it smth bowie related…. oddity but they call him odie? tom………? jdkfjkdf ash? who KNOWS IM BAD AT THAT PART. sander with a little studio and sander with art shows once he starts gaining a bit of attention in the art world, and there’s always one work with a little piece of robbe in it somehow… probably more than one most of the time. the two of them getting to take trips togETHER!!!!!! sander proposing in some grand romantic way i have yet to comprehend. their wedding night they DO stay at that hotel just for shits and giggles bc sander meant every word he said!!!!! (except the naked part but hed still do it if robbe was up for it lMAO) i just want them to be happy. a great group of friends and family they still get to see all the time. meeting each other’s parents and working through their past trauma together…. just. sap.

my favorite holiday….. unpopular opinion but as a single person, i love valentines day even if it makes me ache for love. i just love a holiday that celebrates love. and generally christmas!!!!!! this year i have a LOT going on around this time, so it doesn’t really feel like it’s christmas at all so. less enjoyable, but ! still love the cheery vibe and i love giving ppl things. wbu?

my fashion style is……… lack of style. i have a hard time finding clothes that look good, in my opinion, on me, so it’s hardjdkfjdklfjs.. i wear a lot of like. leggings and tshirts and jeans with sweaters and cardigans, you know.. very basic, not advanced or remarkable in the slightest. which is not to say that i don’t love fashion bc i do have a style i like i just. don’t own much that fits into it bc i hate spending money on clothes for some reason.

the way i’m the least capable human… i don’t really cook. i feel like i overthink eveyrthing in the kitchen and it takes me 489593458 mins to prepare bc it has to be PERFECT, but cooking can also just be a feel thing and i’m not good at thatjdklf. if i had to, i’m resourceful enough to start making meals for myself, but i don’t really as it stands. with baking, mostly the same, although when i was younger i loved it!! i think i’m pretty good when i do do it, i just….. don’t often lol.

ANYWAY THANK U FOR ALL THESE QUESTIONS AND INDULGING MEEEEE… drop more abt urself any time, i don’t want to seem like i’m prying but!! i’m curious and you’re a sweetheart. merry christmas to you if you celebrate, and even if you don’t, hope you’re having a great day regardless!! ❤️