guess who's back, back again--

Hey everyone! I’m finally opening up commissions, which you can see more about on my carrd (which was a whole ordeal making, you can read a bit on that on my twitter!)

Prices are now 15$/1k and a base fee of 30$ + 15$/k for porn!

hi! thank you so much, i’m so glad you enjoy WIR! Please know that I DO have plans to continue it, but right now, due to mental and physical health, as well as the very long hiatus I took from writing, I’m focusing on other things right now so that I can come back to WIR and finish it strong. I’m hoping to add a chapter or two by the end of this year, so stay tuned!

“So you… you’re gonna rescue us?” he whispered, as a tiny flicker of hope dared to flare and burn a little brighter. And perhaps Farlan would be the one to cup his hands around the flame and breathe on it, coax it until it expanded into something that would sear a way out for them.

A series of unsent letters to Shiro throughout their time in space.

“We can always move back to the desert-”

“No,” Hunk cried, “I won’t survive! All that cholla? The scorpions? The heat?”

Hitoka glanced up, drawn by the faintest of thumps and chimes, higher and softer than the metal and wooden chimes she'd hung on her porch. Her hands stilled in the dough she'd been kneading as she glanced out the kitchen window and froze instantly. 

Packing the cars had taken a little too long, and everyone had double-checked their bags one last time before they’d left. Despite that, Goshiki had still managed to forget his brush and a blanket, which had made Shirabu shake his head while Tendou tossed his head back in laughter—until he realized he’d forgotten his hair gel. But despite the slow and  slightly  rocky start to the trip, it was good, though waking up to having the tent flap jerked open was not. 

*pat pats* welcome back!

welcome back! �� how have you been doing? ��

oh lord that’s a question