✥𝐌𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐈✥

Hiii!!
          
          I came from Ao3 and just finished Ace of Spades and OMG i loved it so much!! I absolutely loved ur writing and the way u portrayed all of the love interests and characters. I’m dying to read the rest of the hanged man but completely understand u have other responsibilities. I hope u do end up coming back and finishing it but most of all I just hope ur doing well :) 

omg hi, i just wanna say that im a simp to your work :> pls pls pls continue the hanged man im dying to know what will happen next
          
          also, hpny :p 

surely you’ll throw a dog a bone and update the sanguine empress?  i’m begging, screaming and crying. 

BESTIE HOW U DOIN?

Hey author chan i wanted to check abt something
          I saw someone talking abt aos on tiktok earlier and they mentioned that the ao3 version Is not the same as the wattpad
          And i was planning on rereading it anyways so
          Is there any difference between the 2?

IM GOING TO CONTINUE IT 

her bio says it’s on hiatus, i hope she continues it soon tho 

HELP. HOW DO I WRITE SEXY MEN. HOW DOES ONE MAKE THEM SEXY AND MYSTERIOUS AND SAY SEXY THINGS EFFORTLESSLY WHILE NOT BEING HATED ON.

I HATE WRITING DIALOGUE.

His fingers carded through her hair. The soft strokes parted tufts of brown hair; it cascaded down her shoulders with the relative ease of a soft flow of water; a waterfall ebbing and pulsing over the soft curves of her shoulders. She sighed delicately into his touch, knots of tension unraveling under his gentle ministration. The boy smiled, lips curling into the beginning of something unrestrained. The more he brushed, the more the girl relaxed: head lolling against his shoulder, hand falling upon his thigh, her eyes rolling beneath her translucent eyelids -- careful veins of green and blue skittering over her pale canvas. 
          	The boy observed her carefully, but with much mirth, the greens of his eyes accentuating the increasingly deluded manner with which he regarded her. 
          	He blinked, sighed, then smiled, unfiltered eyes deglazing as the haze of ecstasy lifted from his maddened eyes. With a renewed gaze, he swallowed in her dazzling appearance: sallow eyes, pallid skin, and pus-filled bubbles rippling over her decayed form. Maggots squirmed in their caves and a horrid stench wafted from the dead girl’s parted lips, fish-like in manner, dead and cold. Her eyes, pale white and glazed lay open in mute horror, the wrinkles around her eyes only pulling the already dreadful expression she was making. The imprint of her last moments, engraved within her coffin of skin, sinew, and bones. 
          	“My darling, my beauty, my goddess,” The boy pressed a kiss to her pale skin. “You are as beautiful as the day I first laid my unworthy eyes upon you.” His voice was a manic thing, twisted and breathy. He fingers glided over the expanse of her embroidered gown, taking in the split seams and bits of coagulated blood, now black from age. 
          	“Now we shall never have to part.”
          	As he lay his lips on hers once more, a silent scream left her hanging mouth: a cry for help. 
          
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          So bored. Which should I update first?
          (The Hanged Man, Caution: Before You Fall In Love, or The Sanguine Empress?)