#samsmulti

I’m sorry I grouped everyone here, but I got so overwhelmed with love and support that I’m afraid I’ll start crying again if I were to reply to every single one of these. I’m touched, I’m feeling so many emotions to the depth of my heart. I didn’t expect to receive so many asks in support of this blog and this character. As someone who has a very hard time believing in myself and in my characterization, your words always come as the push that I always need to try and understand that my insecurities and my anxiety are all just me overthinking and me going through sad moments. 

You are all fantastic writers. Each and every one of you is someone I look up to every single day, learn from you, bounce off your content to better my writing and my characterization better. Each one of you has passions that fuel me every single day because you are interested in so many different, unique things that I never even heard of! The fandoms, the games, the books, the movies, everything! All of you are the reason I’m still here, I’m still trying to improve, I’m sharpening my creative writing skills and I found my passion in creation, writing, reading, a lot of fandoms and games. You’re fantastic people who deserve so much love, so much support, and so many hugs. 

I want to thank everyone for sending this, for taking your time and writing additional words, I love you all. It means so, so much to me and I will never stop saying it. I’m very emotional right now, it took me a bit to calm down from the way I was blushing and my heart was beating so fast. I’m still flushed from how happy and touched I am, I teared up while writing this. I’ve been so emotional these days, I’ve received so much support from everyone on Sunday as well and throughout these three days. I’m just... You’re all a blessing. 

Thank you, thank you, thank you so much. 

❝ unprompted.

         EYEBROW ARCHES, A MOMENT of consideration before the witch bends at the waist to accommodate their differing heights. there’s words in their throat, ready to ask what he needs, but they’re stopped by the press of lips against their own. it’s short, but they still soften against it, let their eyelids droop and, not to be entirely chaste, they slip a hand around to his lower back, let the spread of their fingers dip a little further before sneaking back up to find the small of it. they want to urge him closer, press him against them, keep kissing but - alas, he’s already pulled away, and their difference in stature makes such a thing harder, anyway.