5. my inspiration for writing is really just that i’m always creating the scenarios in my head and i feel like i might as well write them down
6. i’m still really insecure with my writing, so i have this weird dual personality where i simultaneously really want critique while also feeling humiliated every time i even notice a mistake i made
9. all that i have written from next chapter of my yumikuri biac au:
It’s different, somehow, without Jean around. Not that Krista ever spoke to him to begin with—her only exposure to the boys is when Sasha brings Connie to their dorm from time to time. They live in different worlds, almost. Krista doesn’t understand how Hitch expects her to learn how to be straight even though she sleeps in a room full of girls every night.
When Eren is let out of the doghouse, he refuses to even look at Krista. Mikasa sends her death glares for an entire three days.
“I think I did the wrong thing,” she tells Ymir.
“Hm?” Ymir asks, her head resting on Krista’s chest. She nuzzles her nose against the curve of Krista’s breast.
Krista sits up, knocking Ymir off of her. “I mean, with telling on Jean and Eren.”
“Yeah, well, duh,” Ymir affirms. “That was kind of a dick move.” She moves to sit up, groaning a bit as the muscles in her back stretch. “Fuck, what time is it?”
Late, Krista knows. It’s probably almost curfew, and they should rush inside before Hitch does a spot check, but the wind is rustling her hair and she likes the feeling of Ymir’s breath against her neck.
