#writer blurbs

[voctorianwriting]

〃And we sat there,

me, leaning forward from the bench behind and, you, turning yourself ever so slightly, just so our eyes would meet as we talked, engrossed in each other's words, until the professor called out "Eyes on the board lovebirds!"

When both our heads whipped around, until our eyes met again, as the symphony of our giggles was lost in the cacophony of the whistles and laughter from our classmates, when we realized,

it wasn't us who the teacher was talking to, for when we're together, we're truly in our own little world,

subtle enough for only the other to notice... 〃

♡

[veladryssa]

A little about me

What I do: I’m a writer, and I do roleplay.

What do I write? Original stories, fanfictions, poetry

Do I accept requests? Yes, but it will take me some time to get to. I run a few other blogs on the side.

What blogs are those? @shingenandsilk (lots of NSFW there) @zensprincessjagiya @juminslovekitten @mysmelove (Mysmelove is the place where you can find all my Mystic Messenger writing)

You said you roleplay... do you have any active? Yes, I am currently participating in a few Yandere roleplays. 

Do you have a favorite? Not per se, but... I can honestly admit they’re giving me wonderful ideas for my upcoming story. 

What do you prefer to write? Anything really. Writing something new, instead of one genre expands my capabilities, and I’m always striving to do better. I am my own worst critic, after all.

[raindrops-inkblots]

010

She smiled until it hurt. Laughter stole her breath and joyful tears trickled down her face. It had been a while since she was overjoyed.

[donut-party]

Foster's Milk Incident

My body did this weird thing today where my stomach jumped up to my throat like a hyperactive dog and made me spit all my milk onto Jamaica Warren's face at lunch.  People laughed at me, as expected, but then Jamaica got sick to her stomach and shot vomit at me like a cannon. I blinked and almost threw up myself. Just desserts? I'd disagree, this was more like an over-kill-revenge type thing.  All the girls were hovering over Jamaica patting her on the back while they shot me death looks. As if I did this all on purpose! You can't control what your body does all the time can you? I don't know. I don't care now. Everyone only cared about precious little Jamaica and her wavy brown hair and long eyelashes, nobody cared about the big eyed, greasy hair being that was me. So while Jamaica got escorted to the nurse's office, I got dragged to the principal's office.       "What did I do wrong," I shouted at Principal Darnsworthy.       "You spit milk all over that poor girl. That's what you did, Foster. Don't play dumb," said Principal Darnsworthy walking forward and sitting on the front of his desk.       "I'm not playing!"       Principal Darnsworthy's eyebrow rose and a slight smirk passed his face. There was an awkward silence when I realized what I said.       "No, no, no, wait I didn't mean it like that,"       "Mmhmm..." he said nodding.       Just great, I walked right into that one.