1, 6, 15, 18, 23, 35, 44

thanks for the ask, thanks for the icon compliment. i found it in the semma tag. 😊🩷

coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

favorite book you read as a school assignment? the great gatsby

ideal weather? sunny, warm, no clouds like 70s. 😎

strange habits? hm. i don't know, sometimes i don't like certain foods due to textures, it could even be a food i like and i just won't if i don't like how it looks? i don't know what it means. i swear i'm not picky, but it comes off that way. another weird habit is i bite the inside of my mouth and lip when i feel geared up.

average time you fall asleep? 11

hey! thank you for the ask.🩷this snippet is from backtrack. it was hard to pick, so i picked something from an earlier chapter with semma reconnecting, walking down memory lane, and what was going on in their minds after some years apart. as i looked for material for things for this ask, i decided to take it way back. it's been a while since i last read this story, but was impressed by this bit.

under the cut.💌

baby’s breath: about how many fics have you completed? eek, i don't think i've ever did, aside from one-shots. i have a hard time ending things.

poinsettia: is it hard for you to make up names for characters in your fics? no.

pansy: do you keep your blog a secret to people you know personally? yes.

hyacinth: do you prefer to write angst or fluff? angst is more fun to write.

anemone: how old were you when you first started writing? i was around 14 when i started writng fic, but i used to write random orginal stories in notebooks. i don't remember much about those, i remember weird fairy tales and stuff, wee bit embarrising& cringy to think about. dahlia: what time of day/night is best for you to write? late afternoon and evenings iris: do you prefer writing about a man or a woman character? why? women, bc i am one lmao. i am the first to admit it's very challenging to write men. i do enjoy the challenge, but i don't think a man would read my stuff anyway because i feel i am terrible at writing guys! peony: au or canon? canon that's slightly altered kind of au ,what do we call that in the writing world? for instance, i'll take alot from canon events and relationships, but kind of make slight changes and then i make it my own spin on aftermaths of things. i've tried some of both. some are truly another world, but others are i guess compliant and were plausible in canon. rose: which of your works is your favorite? why? eeeh, i don't have a favorite, i have no idea bc none of them are 'finished', what i can say moment by moment you can kind of probably assume the ones that are longer may be the ones i favor bc i spend more time on them. lavender: what is the most important thing to you as a writer?

i'm not sure. the basic things like making and sticking to a or your predestined plans/outline, take a risk if you're not happy anymore with your inital plans (it's happened!) write through it even if you don't like it in other words if you hate it, just keep writing and you'll shock yourself. that reads more like advice. i guess the most important is to read your own work! which i do from time to time to see the changes in my writing/what i can improve on, proofread, ect. i am so tempted to 'fix' some of my stories grammar spelling but not the plot, but it's daunting. especially my earlier writing when i have the time.

Hey! Thanks! This passage is from Together Forever.

- After the silence, that's when the upbeat mood changed, she didn't look at him she just got quiet all of a sudden. "I'm a bad person." Emma confessed avoiding his eyes, "and you, you are too."

Initially, he wasn't sure what to say to that, but he took it in stride. He likes being considered a bad person, but he was still concerned and unconvinced that she thinks she's a bad person. To him, almost felt humorus, she was serious. "I don't think you're a bad person."

"Look at me, I mean really look at me." Jay couldn't deny what he saw beside him a conflicted, vulnerable, beautiful and sad girl.

"There's something seriously wrong with the fact I have exactly one best friend who's at camp, I have almost gotten myself killed this year, Chris thinks I'm this big huge slut, the guy I'm interested in isn't remotely interested in me because I'm too chicken shit to say a word to him, I'm hanging out with you, the biggest social outcast in town and - "

"You know something? You've got a such a stick up your ass, Emma. You're afraid to have fun. It doesn't mean that you're a bad person."

"What do you mean?"

"You're a goodie goodie. You know?"

"Virtue." She sighed, "it's a curse."

"No, you're a good person. Screw Chris, he doesn't know anything. His opinion doesn't matter."

"What about Nate? O-or what Peter-"

"Who the fuck is Nate?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Evidently it does."

It got quiet again before she got candid, "I feel like I'm so many people."

"What do you mean?"

"For my mom and Snake I got to pretend I'm perfectly fine, for Manny I'm supportive best friend despite the fact she abandoned me this summer, I've never felt so lost. I know she goes to camp but I needed her and she's gone. Don't even get me started on Sean. Jay I don't know who I'm supposed to be around you. You don't even know me." Emma's eyes started to watered with a sigh, "I haven't told anyone what I just told you."

"Your secrets safe with me." For the first time he felt like he had an inkling into who she was even if she was clueless. He couldn't relate yet he could sympathize, "So you gave some thought to what I said back then, huh?"

She just nodded trying to convince herself. She didn't want to cry but she felt like she was going to do just that around the last person she wanted to cry in front of. She just looked back down at the ground holding onto the branches of the study tree branch they were sitting on. Jay couldn't help it, he couldn't hold back anymore.

"I didn't know who you really were at that time, for what it's worth. You're right. I assumed you were simple not in a dumb way but you're simple as in not complex. Boring. Regular. You're none of those things. I just thought that you'd bounce right back into the fold. Now I know you're complex and it's not a bad thing."

Crestfallen, she confessed. You could hear the hurt in her voice. "It hurts me when people think I don't like to have fun. I don't like to do things regular teenagers like to do like I'm porcelain. It's like, I'm regular too. Shit like that makes me so angry."