Sometimes, I stop procrastinating for long enough to write things. Currently, that thing happens to be a novel.
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sunnys mom isnt a perfect parent but she isnt fuckinggg. evil. which i feel is a thing a lot of people tend to fall into. kiiind of take her flaws as a parent and interpret them as malicious and that shes a bad person when she isnt!! shes a grieving single parent and shes not going to do everything right!! but she still loves and cares and she tries. shes not flawless shes done things wrong probably but!! shes not a fucking evil or awful person
#like fr lmao#if she was evil she wouldn’t have left a ton of notes reminding him to be hygienic and all those voicemails checking in on him too#her daughter died and her husband left and her son is a traumatized recluse let’s cut her a little slack
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Mari's children ❤️ - HeroMari short comic [OMORI SPOILERS UNDER CUT]
Happy (late) birthday Mari 💜🤍
This took so long bro, 25 hours and 300 layers dear god 🥹 (sorry not sorry for the angst, a Mari comic CAN'T have a happy ending 😓)
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It’s not been quite a full year since I started writing These Days Without You (that anniversary isn’t until February 14th), and it’s certainly been months since I finished it. But neither of those facts change how important it is to me.
These Days Without You was my passion project. Hours upon hours, sometimes over twenty-four consecutively. Chapter upon chapter and arc upon arc, some inserted on a whim without even the barest notion of a plan aforethought. I’ve told this story to some before, but I originally didn’t even intend for Aubrey, Kel, and Hero to be POV characters. The original idea was purely within the psychiatric ward and purely between Basil and Sunny. What a long way we came from that, huh?
And although I haven’t written fanfiction in months (though I do hope to someday return to it, especially my unfinished works), that passion hasn’t dimmed. I truly don’t think there’s anything I’m prouder of than These Days Without You.
So of course, I couldn’t stifle a genuine smile when I checked on a whim the other day to find we’d crossed the 1000 kudos milestone. Call it silly, call it whatever you want, but I’m truly grateful to each and every one of you who found some enjoyment in it. I still go back sometimes and read the comments when I need motivation, that’s how much of my heart went into it.
If you want to read the longest Sunflower fic on AO3, here you go. https://archiveofourown.org/works/45016792. Maybe someday we’ll get to 2000 kudos. (I doubt it, but if we do, I’ll try drawing better next time. :D)
And so I’ll end this ramble with four words. Thank you, and soon…

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Me, rereading early chapters of a writing project: “Man, this needs more symbolism.”
Also me: refuses to put in 99% of the potential symbolism I brainstorm because it doesn’t pass the vibe check
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Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.
If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals
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Every so often I think things like “wouldn’t it be cool if this character did this thing” and then I remember they’re my character and I can just write them doing the thing.
Step two is sitting perfectly still for two hours procrastinating writing them doing the thing.
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Doing bad things to OCs is so depressing. Why am I doing this to my children? I love them so, and yet I make them dance and thrash for my entertainment. I truly am a beast most cruel.
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i am soooo sane about sunflower omori (lying) (lies) (im a liar)
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Going from writing fanfic to a true original work is such a culture shock. Like what do you mean I have to make everything. It’s messed up, man. And god, is it fun.
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My One, My Love, My All
“Are you sure we’re allowed here? Like, this isn’t some random person’s yard, or something,” Hero asked, gesturing to the sea of crimson ahead, pulling into an open spot. Well, they were all open spots, about a dozen with hand-drawn chalk lines forming a crude parking lot of sorts, one that did little to dissuade his worries as to whether they were trespassing or not.
But as perky as could be, Mari put a hand on his shoulder. “Yep! You’re looking at the Vicinal town rose garden! Apparently, if the town’s website is right, they started growing all of these a couple decades ago, but nobody really comes here. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a car in this lot… it’s a little sad, really. I mean, look how pretty this all looks! And it’s completely, one hundred percent open to the public,” she added, a touch of pride in her voice.
A horizon of roses, as far as he could see… thousands and thousands of them, a trove of scarlet beauty. Hues ranging from the faintest of pinks to the fieriest of reds, delicate whites sprinkled throughout, each bush thick and vibrant with life. It was something right out of a dream – each rose a beacon of warmth, of comfort, of love. Evoking memories of simpler days, of curling up beneath a tree on the fringes of Basil’s garden with a textbook or a bundle of assignments. A tranquil sea of serenity, of peace.
“Do you like it?”
From a oneshot coming soon to an Archive near you! In the meantime, why not check out some of my other works? They're okay, every now and then. https://archiveofourown.org/users/Smitty1899
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oh to not be in a 36 degree celsius weather right now☀️
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Obsessed with AO3 writers, who are a particularly fascinating subspecies of homo sapien.








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