It's A Pretty Difficult Question, Isn't It? Like You Have To Think About It Really Hard Because, Honestly,

It's a pretty difficult question, isn't it? Like you have to think about it really hard because, honestly, most of these readers' are past the point of recovery. But I'm curious and I wanted to see what would happen if I made one of these question thingies. You don't have to answer if you don't want to. I hope you all are doing well!

For your ask game, I’ve met a lot of writers who love to draw as well as write stories. Do you like to draw?

Oh, thank you so much for your question! Ha, I didn't think anyone would respond 💖

And, well, I do draw but I'm not like an artist who can create art from their own imagination. I'm an observational artist. I have to see exactly what I'm drawing like a person or a landscape or an object. Used to in school other kids would challenge me to see if I could draw their faces, lol, and I would. It's weird too because I can do the same thing with the violin and flute. I don't need music notes. I just need to hear/see someone else play the instrument and then I can copy them. But it would be nice if I could draw the crazy stuff inside my head, but sadly all that creativity goes into words, not drawing.

Again, thank you so much for your question!

So I kind of just wanted to explain my situation to ya'll if that's alright. Disclaimer: this post is mainly of me just yapping and it includes some personal topics. Sorry...

Some of you are aware that I was in the process of moving across the country. Well I'm grateful to announce that the move was a success! I'm so grateful!!! I've only been in my new home less than a week, and it's the longest I've gone without being verbally abused in over thirteen years. Here in a few months- if something bad doesn't happen that is- it'll be the longest I've gone without being physically abused. And I can't tell you how good it feels. Like I'm soooooooo happy right now. Today I went walking around town and I got to do it without fearing for my life. My apartment is safe, this city is safe and the people are amazing. I kind of just feel like I'm living a dream (I'm freakin crying while I write this, lol). I've spent so long doing nothing but survive and now I feel like I can finally live.

I used to have to worry about every little thing; arson, breaking & entering, tire slashing, getting attacked, death threats. Terrific family, huh? The state I'm from (Arkansas) is one of the poorest, most violent states in all of America- please be extremely careful if you ever go there. So many bad things happened over the course of those thirteen years, I... I just don't know what to say. It was awful. I honestly don't know how I'm still here.

Unlike Arkanzans, the state I moved to glady accepts my Irish ethnicity and are positive towards my accent. I've never felt this peaceful and calm before. And I know bad things can happen at any moment- I could very well lose my life tomorrow or something, but I just can't deny how happy I am. I spent the last five years of my life working to achieve this goal, and I have. I ran away from all my abusers to my favorite state of all time, and I'm happy.

Right now I'm kind of just soaking up this new environment I live in. I'm not answering asks or writing updates or drabbles yet because I need just a little bit more time, (don't worry @breadboyye I haven't forgotten about your drabble! I will get it complete!) Many of you have been so supportive and patient with me and I'm so grateful for that. Thank you.

Oh, and the best part about all this? Not having to deal with bad people all the time might help me to make faster updates 👀🤞 let's hope for the best, me loves 💚 (Yes, I am going to start using my Irish slang. Get used to it).

I think for a comeback, I'm gonna kick off with a brand new slasher story before I update Miracle of The Moonlight. (Warning: in this post I share minor details of my life that may be considered disturbing).

To be completely honest, one of the reasons why I wrote most of my stories the way I did (overly dramatic and full of trauma) is because that's all I knew life to be. I dealt with all kinds of bad people and situations that overwhelmed my life with negativity. So I tried to create positivity and comfort by writing my stories.

However, the new state I live in has provided me with a wholesome, safe, unbelievably kind environment that I could never be more grateful for. I love retail jobs, but the last retail job I had in AR I got stabbed nearly to death outside of the store, so after that I had to work in a secured factory for my own safety. But now I'm back in retail and I'm LOVING it. I'm loving my new home so much that I'm getting ideas from it.

So, for this new story idea, I am gonna base the plot a bit off my own environment (which is literally nothing new, lol). There is going to be mega canon-divergence, basically like an AU. Dbd characters will also be used. And we're gonna make a HUGE change- and this is something that I've wanted to try for a long time. Like in my slasher father drabbles, I'm gonna write the killers as good guys. Feel free to hate me all you want. I'm done trying to fit in.

The plot for this story has been inspired by the horror stories I've heard from countless people about the winters here. And it's also been inspired by the incredibly kind, loyal customers that I get. Here's the gist-

Summary: A blizzard is getting worse and worse outside. The radio station has put out an alert for an emergency city shutdown. People are to go home immediately. But you're stuck in the building along with several other people taking shelter from the storm. It's too rough to go outside. The doors are stuck open. It's getting cold. You need to stay calm and get warm. Luckily there are some strong people there to help.

Of course, as you probably can imagine, the strong people are the slashers. Just imagine the safety, admiration and warmth you would feel if they were to help? This story literally has no trauma in it besides the blistering cold I guess. It's just a fluffy, sweet, heartwarming one shot. I've been feeling so happy and I love my little coal miner customers so much that I couldn't help but to feel inspired.

All I can hope for now is that you may possibly enjoy my new story, my loves ❤️

I'm seeing all the Jeffrey love directed at you and here I am sending more your way. XD I absolutely your fluffy stuff with that big tubby clown and I swear it's a big inspiration for me writing that goof.

*Totally not me doing my victory clown dance* lol!

Hi lettherebemonsters! I know you're in the clown business as well and it's so nice to know that there are others beginning to write Jeffrey more. I kind of feel lonely some times being one of the only authors who writes him. And I highly encourage you to create more content with whatever characters you love if it makes you happy ❤️ Thank you so much for your love and support! I hope you are doing well.

Fate of Broken Roads is honestly my favorite fan fiction, and I really wanted to show my appreciation for your writing, especially since the website was down. Your writing is absolutely amazing, and I love how far you have come. 💛💛💛

Thank you so much for sharing your appreciation, wafflepuff 🤗💖 Fate of Broken Roads is actually the most difficult story for me to update at the moment. And I've honestly come super close to deleting it because I made the mistake of promising sexual intimacy in the fic and I just really don't want to write that. But I'm gonna try to hold my head up and fight my way through it. You and every other wonderful person who enjoys that story deserves an update.

Once again thank you so much. I hope you're doing well and are staying happy and safe ❤️ You should tell me about your flowers some time, btw! 💐