Highkey Yeah, There Needs To Be A Gimmick™

if jasmine tea were a person we'd make out

i think the absolute best way to write ron is to make him so calm and easy-going and mellow (in his pov), especially in how he thinks abt himself, the epitome of "i'm just a chill guy :]"

and then you read the subtext/context/what's actually going on Outside his Head and suddenly he's being physically restrained from punching a bitch and getting into all-out public brawls that get them kicked out of stores

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Friendly reminder that yesterday when my mom took me to Walmart she left me alone in the toilet paper section and this guy started hitting on me and I said “Sorry, I’m a lesbian.” and he was like “Oh my god I’m so sorry I thought you were a boy.”

I'm shyyyy and also I'm way too awkward when talking to people lmaooo

Ohh I'd love to read what you've written but if you prefer to wait to have more written that's 100% fine, just do what you're comfortable with! I confess I eat up the pwp fics lmao but also good long fics are more than welcome, the more the better!

well i'm so glad you still reached out!! i know it can be pretty hard but it encouraged me so much ✨

been in rarepair hell for a while, im surprised ppl are even seeing and are interested in my stuff tbh; i didn't choose the brainworm, it chose me and now won't leave 🙂 but anyways now we have a Warriors' Bond i don't make the rules

will let y'all know the instant i post on ao3 and it'll prolly be weekly updates from there 🫡🫡

should i make an intro post T^T

so much work . . . what if i just remain mysterious . . . my name is veris or veri, i obsess over things, im bi and use whatever pronouns are the funniest for the context . .

There are two types of bros

finally posted it you guys!!!

powering thru a filler chapter rn, so here are some small funny bits released from fic-jail bc they made me laugh as i wrote

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why don’t you read a poem about the sunrise written 5 centuries ago and contemplate the fact that we have been writing about the same sun for centuries upon centuries and then maybe you’ll calm down

each day feels like another scene in a tired play

lifeless marionettes moving around on taught strings

cruel hands making them dance and sing

for the silent audience's amusement

but nothing is ever enough

nothing ever makes them stop

it goes on and on and on