
LITG fanfic writer | Brown girl | US mid-westerner who says soda instead of pop | she/her/hers on ao3/wattpad: christy_sparkle
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True Story
True Story
I was late to work because I was spam booping @mrsbsmooth and lost track of time. This is my life now.

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Are there any new fics you plan on working on in 2024?
Hiiiii!
At this time, there is not. I have an Alex short fic idea blooming that I'm not sure will come to fruition. That's it. I do have two short fics that are mostly written that I'd like to get out of my hair but I'm not really sure I'll have time. My only major plans are to finish TSIME (I'm working on the chapter right now) and to finish TSS (I'm moping because I don't want to write the boys dancing). But as of right now, I'm not really committed to even playing the next season so my enthusiasm is pretty non-existent. I need to focus on writing I can publish sadly, because being an adult is stupid.
Thank you for the ask!
Oof, too real. Too real. 2024 has a vendetta against me. Flooded basement, car broke down, furnace died, fell and injured knees, problems with my day job... so yeah. Physically I'm just going to work and pretending that my life isn't a dumpster fire inside a second larger burning dumpster. But spiritually I'm curled up in the fetal position, crying with a space heater on me (cuz of the furnace).

i’m not lying on the floor physically but i am lying on the floor spiritually
Eeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!
Shiny Demon, a Seb fic, is back from hiatus!
Chapter 19, Mostly I’m at Sea

The taxi cut through street after street of cream coloured houses with peach thatched roofs. Through the open window, warm air carried the smell of citrus trees, the salt from the nearby ocean, and sunscreen. Everything about it carried a flavor of hope and possibility.
That taste mingled with the words fizzing on Stevie’s tongue. All the words she wanted to say to Seb. For a year she had been talking to him in her head. Apologizing. Telling him how much she missed him. Hoping he was okay and happy. Now she was actually doing something about it.
On AO3 and Wattpad
Me and my mutuals booping the shit outta each other. SUPERBOOP, MOTHERFUCKER.
Tumblr, 1 April 2024

Here, i made you one! Don’t be sad ❤️

Awwwww this is way better than a max badge!!! Thank you, bebe!