1. of the fic you’ve written, which are you most proud of?
weLL im rly proud of farm au but i alSO have a lot of emotions abt orphan blog
4. what are some themes you love writing about?
idk abt themes but im a SUCKER FOR AUS
8. is there a character you love writing for the most? the least? why?
for ob its GOTTA BE beth (ramon too bc i have so many headcanons but mostly beth) bc i relate to her a LOT and theres so many different KINDS of beth bc we know so few specifics abt canon beth u feel?
for sense8 im RLY ENJOYING WRITING LITO BC HES A DRAMATIC LOSER
Amanita burst into the art room, causing Nomi, and just about every other student in the class, to look up. She was about ten minutes late, but the art teacher wasn’t the type to care, unless it happened often.
Nomi’s eyes followed her as she moved across the room, already starting a conversation with one of the girls over there. She looked back down at her current project, twirling her pencil as she thought about which part to work on.
Amanita laughed, pulling Nomi’s attention away from her drawing once again. She looked up, this time catching her eye.
“Oh,” Nomi heard her say. “I’ll be right back, guys,” and she hopped up from her seat, almost skipping over to where Nomi was sitting.