#i'm...back?

What's up friends? So back in the day I used to do little "Friday Sleepovers", which were really just days I answered my mail, drank some wine, and talked shop with all of my lovely followers and friends.

WELL. WE'RE BACK ON!

My inbox is open, I have a big glass of Chain of Ponds Sav Blanc, and I'm ready to get interactin'!

Here's what I'd love to hear from you lovely humans:

🌸 We can talk fics! Feel free to send me asks about my ridiculous fanfiction

🌸 Shoot me song / fic recommendations, or ask me for some: I got you

🌸 Feel free to get to know me with some questions

🌸 Request terrible writing advice from me

🌸 Send me a sentence idea for a oneshot and I'll write you the next five sentences

🌸 Send me Fuck / Marry / Kills and I'll tell you which one I'd do and give you one in return, LET'S GO

🌸 Just pop in and tell me how your life is going. I'm a sociable fucker

🌸 These are just ideas, man. You can send me anything. I'm just happy to be here. Like a dog. Or some sort of squirrel

You let out a loud squeak when his massive hands flip your hips over, pressing your back into the sheets again. He spreads your knees wide to make room for him between your legs and your squeak turns into a deep moan. Your fingers fist into his floppy curls and tug, bringing his eyes to yours, mouth open and chest heaving.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” he breathes. He says it again above you, inside you, over and over until your toes curl and you scream it back to him.

You wake up to heavy sheets of rain pounding against the windows. His fingers, his heavy body, his warmth aren’t there. He hasn’t been here for months. Restless sleep and a cold bed have been your companions since then. That day you woke up to 400 text messages and one TMZ report.

Bleary eyed with shaking fingers, you had clicked on the link. Seen the photos. His fingers interwoven with hers. His eyes on the camera. That knowing smirk. He’d wanted them to see. Wanted you to see. He had left for meetings in LA just two days before, a kiss on the forehead and a promise to call...

So, obviously, ever since HS ended, the fanbase has been quieting down...or at least, I haven’t felt the pull as strongly, and games like Hiveswap, Friendsim, and the in-development “Genesis Project“ can only pull me back so well. As a result, obviously, I’ve fallen off the Homestuck radar for some time, with no energy to return to this blog, and just looking at the dust-covered asks in my inbox has not helped. That said, I’ve been feeling a little tickle of that old nostalgia bug, and might just be willing to resuscitate this thing on a testing basis.

To do this, however, I’m going to have to come at it fresh. I’m sorry, but this means I’ll be clearing out my inbox, then leaving the ask option on for....a day? A few? However long it takes to get a nice, neat little chunk of asks to work through.