Astra

So I saw on another post that you use Ao3. Can I injure as to what your username is?

Ah, I hope your still writing, (whether it be in the mcyt fandom somewhere or not) I read your two books about vigilant bench trio, then I went on and read the one about techno, but when I say the skill improvement was godly, I MEAN GODLY (fr I forgot you were the same author for a moment-) anyways I hope you know that I full heartedly loved the works of yours that I have read :D

Ur book I wish was actually so well written.
          It had multiple povs and was emotional and held a message and i was close to crying at the end
          Thank you for writing it
          Twas an honor reading it.

So, I may start writing Fan fiction again because I have a solid grasp on genshin (my new fandom)
          
          Stay tuned : )

Got a new account for new stories, (makes sense if bio is read, /guide to the outsiders last chapter)
          
          See youst on the other side <3

TW: rant.
          
          Trauma reaction/survival tactic? Or fucked mood changes
          
          Okay, so tonight was a concert, and I cried, several good friends are leaving and today was their last day.
          
          But I do this thing where I'll cry for a minute, and then take a deep breath and stop. Of course, I was set off crying again a few times, but somehow manage to reign in my crying and stop. I can flip on a dime if I need to. And about a minute after half sobbing into my friend's arms, I was making jokes with someone. 
          
          My hypothesis is way of dealing with shit, cause my parents always used to downplay my emotions, my sister likes making fun of me when I cry, and my friends mock people who cry over things like this.
          
          So, what the fuck is my issue?

Okay, I'm super out of the loop and losing touch with many things, but now there are Wlbur Soot allegations?
          
          And confirmations too?
          
          I'm not quite sure, as I think I'm finally cutting ties with the one beautiful Fandom that has now desended into chaos.
          
          However, one thing remains certain. (Well, several small things that feed this one)
          
          1. The book I am working on is my final book with these characters (and possibly my final book here, unless I discover another Fandom.)
          
          2. I don't write the actual content creators, just their characters
          
          3. I will keep Wilbur in this book, not because I care, but because this will be the last time I use these characters.
          
          I hope you respect my decisions as a writer, and as a friend. I understand if you do not wish to support this option, but I ask that you don't come attacking me, on this post or DMs.
          
          Thank you.
          
          

Birthday anyone?
          
          It's my birthday! I hate being older. I've also been on wattpad for 2 1/2 years.
          
          See you later friends 

TW: VENT, INADEQUATE AID, PANIC ATTACKS IM NOT ADDING MORE IN FEAR OF BEING REPORTED.
          
          So I've got a whole melting pot of issues, nothing is diagnosed because I avoid the doctor like the damn plague.
          
          I've been pushed aside, had the things I struggle with on a daily basis be brushed off and passed off as overreactions by doctors and my parents alike.
          
          A situation came up that made me extremely uncomfortable, as in its one of my biggest triggers on repeat. It took so much from me to ask someone to do something to minimize said trigger, because I already knew what their answer would be, because I knew how they'd react. But I asked anyway, got the same answer that I expected, and passive aggressive compromise.
          
          I don't know what I expected.
          
          I really don't.
          
          The worst part is, I've been doing better, getting better, and then this damn thing made me backslide so badly, into old habits, constant fear and anxiety, and the same feeling that led to panic attacks.
          
          And it's so hard to talk about my problems, that I think I'll just wallow in this well I made until the other half of me decides to throw the rope back down.
          
          TLDR; me running away from my problems, and my problems meeting me at the corner.

I'M ALIVE!
          
          (Context, I got surgery and had an extestential crisis over the IV)