#my muse is a pinball currently bouncing around with bonus chiming noises

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Me: *sees people talking about fic gifts and writing prompts and story giveaways and the like*

Me:

Warriors: No. No.

Me: I didn't even s--

Four: We know you're thinking it.

Me:

Blorbos:

Me: Okay but what if--

Fierce, picking me up by teh back of my shirt so I have a bird's eye view of my ask box: You still have multiple requests, little writer.

Warriors: You're sitting on like eight asks, not to mention the stuff you were planning on doing, which *checks notes* accounts for at least three more ficlets.

Sky, sneezing a cloud of sand off his clothes: Not to mention your long fics.

Chosen and Princess Zelda: *both snoring*

Abel:....I think you should do something like what you're seeing.

Me: Oh?

Warriors: ABEL NO

Twilight: SHE'S ALREADY GOT STUFF TO WRITE

Time, smiling: You just don't want her to write about you.

Abel: :)