Week of November 9th, 2025
The chill has set in, both outside and in my sinuses. But the words keep coming — sometimes in a flurry, sometimes in a trickle, always in defiance of reason and sleep.
November 9 –
Busy, busy day — the kind that laughs at to-do lists — yet I still managed to sneak in some time with the Autumn Request Clavis ficcy-fic from @avellanas-nutty-empire. Huzzah!
November 10 –
I fear the children’s cold has claimed me. Dizzy, tired, throat dry. But after a long nap I revived, human once more. (If “dry throat” counts as human.) Then back to Clavis — this fluffy little fic has stolen my heart.
November 11 –
It snowed. I am not ready.
Still, the day was pleasant: volunteering with the shelter kitties and taking my eldest to lunch. I worked on the Clavis fic afterward, though an RP tried to steal my focus. Temptress.
November 12 –
Cold lingering, but spirits high.
Watched the J-Hope concert with a fellow BTS fan and a mutual friend who merely tolerates us. It was wonderful. (The concert, not the tolerating.)
Then — miracle of miracles — alone time at home! I seized it and finished the Clavis fic! Only editing remains before I release it into the wild. My beta reader also left live commentary on TWO of my Ikepri Horror Fic chapters, filling my soul with joy. (Commentary/live tweet type feedback is the ultimate high for me. *Hint, hint*.) Perhaps I’ll return to that one soon, if it decides to stop fighting me. (It's quite brutal, I tell ya!)
November 13 –
Detoured into an RP I run with friends — delightful character building, though sadly not something for public consumption. (Apologies, Reader; not all content is fit for mortal eyes.)
November 14 –
Worked on the Clavis fic again…until I was lured back to RP chaos. I regret nothing.
November 15 –
GUYS. Something a friend said in passing sparked a glorious storm of inspiration. I now have something spectacular in the works for Ikemen Prince fans. I am vibrating with excitement!
However — I need someone skilled in graphics or blog headers to help bring it to life. Any volunteers? Or at least someone to tell me which buttons to press before I break the computer.
It's gonna be brilliant! I hope it bring in a lot of fun and interaction for the fandom!
The Ask Answers – Part II
Now, as promised, the next round of questions! I still can’t believe how many of you sent them. Truly, your curiosity makes me feel seen and valued — two things I never take for granted. Thank you.
🌙 Anonymous #7 – Who Do You Feel Most Like Yourself Around?
Ah…this one’s a deep cut. A deeper question than you probably realized when you clicked “ask.” But here we go.
For most of my life, the answer truly would have been “no one.”
Not even myself.
I’ve only recently learned a word for something I’ve been doing since I was three years old: masking.
I’ve spent decades shaping myself into what I thought other people wanted — polite, calm, perfect, agreeable, emotionally contained, predictable, “acceptable.”
I hid the way I see the world.
I hid how deeply I feel things.
I hid my humor, my intensity, my passion, my imagination, my depth, my sensitivity, my whims, my emotional intuition — everything that felt too bright, too much, too strange, too passionate, too “me.”
I became a perfectionist shell, all edges sanded down, all color muted. Who chronically "failed" at being the perfection that everybody else wanted.
And because of that…I never really liked myself.
Every time I looked back at old versions of myself — childhood, high school, college, my early adulthood — I felt this strange distance. Discomfort. Even dislike. And for years I didn’t understand why.
This year, I finally figured it out:
I didn’t like “me” because the “me” I presented wasn’t actually me.
I didn’t give myself permission to be who I actually was.
How can anyone have confidence or self-love while living behind a mask 24/7?
So this last year has been a personal excavation.
A soul-unearthing.
A slow, gentle, terrifying process of breaking old default settings and letting myself out.
too passionate about music and words and nature
too much for the wrong people, but exactly enough for myself
And yes, I still slip back into the mask. Thirty-five years of training doesn’t vanish overnight. Some days I catch myself mid-sentence and realize I’m holding myself back again.
But I’ve come so far.
Shockingly far.
The fact that I write fics the way I do…
The fact that I write these chronicles…
The fact that I created a self-indulgent side blog...
The fact that I share vulnerable things here…
All of that is proof of how much I’ve changed.
A year and a half ago, I would have never done this.
I would’ve told myself, “No one cares. I’m boring. Don’t be cringe. Hide.”
But now? I show up as myself — or at least learning to.
So, dear Anonymous…
The person I feel most like myself around now is:
Me.
Finally.
For the first time.
(And honestly? That feels like the bravest and healthiest thing I’ve ever written.)
And as for the people who come next closest?
My husband, and some of my Ikemen friends.
Especially @chirp-a-chirp @writingwhimsey and @vegecatto
These three girls are the first friends I’ve ever had who let me be fully, openly, emotionally honest — and love me for it.
They don’t shrink back.
They don’t judge.
They don’t pull away when I’m “too much.”
They appreciate me — the real me — in a way I never thought possible.
It’s honestly…magical.
So, thank you, anonymous for letting me celebrate this huge win and share the story of the journey with you!
☕@avellanas-nutty-empire my dear friend asked: #2 What is your go to comfort show?
So… confession time: I actually rarely watch anything these days. Truly.
For the past three years, TV has barely been a thing for me. I always end up doing other things with my free time — writing, daydreaming, online window shopping, making pinterest boards of outfits I'll never actually wear, scrolling reels (yes, I know, shame…), or getting lost in a rabbit hole of something completely random.
But when I do need a comfort show — something cozy, funny, familiar — there are a few tried-and-true favorites I’ve watched many, many, many times:
💚 Psych! (Specifically Seasons 1–4)
The humor in this show is 100% my exact sense of humor.
It’s quirky, chaotic, fast, ridiculous, punny, heartfelt, full of 80s references, and just...perfect.
Shawn Spencer is basically a huge slice of my inner self — if I had never masked who I was for 35 years.
deeply emotional beneath the jokes
always trying to protect the people he loves
If you added some femininity, hopeless romantic energy, emotional attunement, and empath vibes to him?
That’s me.
Like…frighteningly so.
(And yes, I can absolutely see the modern-day Clavis parallels. We simply choose not to think about that too deeply. Shhhh.)
💙 Community (Seasons 1–3…sometimes 4)
God, this show is so wildly underappreciated. The humor is clever, bizarre, self-aware, witty, and exactly the right kind of absurd. I adore it.
And listen — I ship Jeff and Annie with an unholy amount of passion. I still resent what the later seasons did with them.
Also:
Yes, I am a little smitten with Jeff Winger.
Yes, he is absolutely a jerk at the beginning.
And yes, the fact that I still have dreams about him, years after last watching the show, is…concerning.
But again — my sense of humor comes alive with this show. It scratches that part of my brain that loves witty banter, emotional growth, found family, ridiculous antics, and meta storytelling.
So yes — comfort for me always loops back to comedy:
quirky, clever, heartfelt comedy with a dash of chaos.
(It’s almost like that’s also my preferred writing voice. Imagine that.)
📝 Reader Homework:
Since you’ve now suffered through my passionate TED Talk on comfort TV, I hereby assign you the following optional-but-highly-recommended task:
Watch the second episode of Psych (Season 1, Episode 2) (The pilot is not true to the show imo)
Then come back and tell me:
your favorite Shawn moment,
the line that made you laugh,
or which character instantly stole your heart.
And if you’re feeling extra ambitious (or chaotic):
Bonus Assignment:
Watch the pilot of Community and tell me which character you think I relate to the most.
I promise you — your answers will bring me far more joy than is reasonable.
🌿 @argentara #5 – How Do You Take Care of Yourself?
Historically? Poorly. But I’m improving.
I’ve learned that writing — escaping into stories, worlds, and characters — is my best form of self-care. For years I thought daydreaming was something adults had to outgrow. I stopped imagining, stopped playing. And I didn’t realize how much of my joy I’d buried until I started again.
Now I stay up too late, typing like a gremlin under a blanket of inspiration, and somehow wake up better for it. When I can’t write, I get cranky; when I can, I feel whole. It’s therapy through chaos.
🌿 @argentara Asked #5: How do you like to take care of yourself?
Historically? Poorly. But I’m improving.
I’ve learned that writing — escaping into stories, worlds, and characters — is my best form of self-care. For years I thought daydreaming was something adults had to outgrow. I stopped imagining, stopped playing. And I didn’t realize how much of my joy I’d buried until I started again.
Now I stay up too late, typing like a gremlin under a blanket of inspiration, and somehow wake up better for it. When I can’t write, I get cranky; when I can, I feel whole. It’s therapy through chaos.
Thank you, Reader, for being here — for laughing with me, for caring enough to ask, for letting me be my “too much” self in full bloom.
Yours in snowflakes, smut drafts, and self-rediscovery,
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