#and it feels so...weird to write on the orher two 'cause my characterisation was so different

[durudurururu]

Hi! Just popping in to shake you by the shoulders like a maraca because oh my goodness, oh my goodness, OH MY GOODNESS

I’ve only done the two comments for them cause my computer’s been broken for the past few months and I can barely type off a keyboard but I need you to know I am constantly screaming internally about your fics, like constantly, like constantly constantly, like AHHHHGGGGHHGGHHHHHHHH HALFGOAPWGWOSHEKQOSGQKGSPRGWGDOOR

I love them :3

IT'S YOU!! I LOVE GETTING YOUR COMMENTS ON MY FICS I ALWAYS GET SO HAPPY THAT I SOMETIMES FEEL LIKE I'M GONNA CRY. It's hard to believe that someone actually likes my fics (Esp cause not everyone likes first person POV) but I have to believe it as the numbers don't lie lol. I've been working on the newest chapter of Poker Face for like...almost 2 weeks, and when I want some motivation I just open the comments and re-read them.

...Thank you😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Also have a sneak peak of next chapter >;)

I sigh as I slowly wake up, even if I really want to go back to bed—though I'm already in bed anyways. I don't dare open my eyes, even when someone starts shaking me.

"Fourrrrrrr. Four, wake uppppppppp.", a familiar voice says, and I believe it's Wind. I just grab my blanket and pull it over my head, and I can feel Wind pout. But instead of trying more, someone else joins him.

"Wake up, birthday boy. If you don't I won't give you your present.", we all stay quiet for a moment before Wind practically screams.

"IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY?!?"