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Intelligence Is Not His Forte. Or Is It? downloadable file.

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Heyyyyyy <3

first impression: writer that i could never actually measure up to because iinhf. oii? made me cry like 50 times and i don’t know HOW we’re mutuals??? CAN I TELL YOU THAT I SCREAMED WHEN YOU FOLLOWED ME AND TOLD THE WHOLE HOUSE???? BECAUSE YOUR WRITING JUST IMPACTED ME THAT MUCH???? AND THAT WAS JUST,, THE BEST DAY??

truth is: you still ARE a VERY talented writer and i’m v grateful for you fsaiuuafashajaja!!! keep doing what you’re doing

how old do you look: I GENUINELY (genuinely) HAVE NO IDEA It’S HARD WITH WRITERS

have you ever made me laugh: IN YOUR STORY AND OUT OF PURE JOY FRIHLUHIUCAHLHCU

have you ever made me mad: UFUFUHAUFLAUFI OKAY I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT i’VE GOTTEN MAD AT SO MANY OF YOUR OCs BUT YOU AS A PERSON ARE AMAZING

best feature: YOUR PERSONALITY AND YOU AS A PERSON

have i ever had a crush on you: nope!! 

you’re my: favorite angst author that i look up to w my whole heart <33

send a quick HEY for me to answer!! :D (closed!!)

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Hey guys. Posting a quick update and explanation.

Over the last few months I’ve done almost zero writing. I lost almost all of my confidence in writing for a while and I’m getting back to it. I mean like I sat down to try and write multiple times and it ended in me crying and very frustrated cause I just couldn’t get anything written or out.

It will be a little while before I go back to IINHF. OII? or Incalescent. I have a lot of emotional connection to those stories and I really want to get back into the right place mentally before I work on them more and finish them. Those stories need more than any half ass writing from me. (I know that probably frustrates some of you but I do still have all original PDFs! So just message me for them.)

So uh…. brainstormed excerpt of a new possible story? Will be ShinKami (obviously y’all are reading my post lmao). I usually don’t post bits of new writings like this but throwing some feelers out and trying to show you guys I’m still alive and trying. 🥲😂

Love you guys!!! <3 <3 <3

“Look at it this way, Hitoshi, change can be really good. And you can make more friends along with staying in contact with your friends here. We’re only moving half an hour away; you can come visit whoever you want to on the weekends.”

Hitoshi closed his eyes and sighed, plopped down onto his bare mattress as his blonde father’s words repeated in his head. Sure, his Pops may have been right but that didn’t mean he wasn’t upset, rightfully so, about having to move just a few months into his junior year. He’d finally been settled, totally and completely settled with a friend, a family, a school, a plan for his future, everything he’d ever wanted before his dads adopted him just three years before.

“You’ll settle in Tosh. I understand how you feel and I hear you. I know you do not want to move but this is important for all of us, including you and your sister.”

His other dad’s words flitted through his head in a gentle reminder that not only was he moving schools, going to be a new kid once again, but not only one, both of his dad’s were going to be teachers at his new school.

Yippee. Cause it was always so great to have your parents working at your high school.

He sighed again, something he did quite often, and then reached his left arm to the only opened box left in his room. After a second of fumbling through the contents of the box, he pulled out an older iPod, a pair of earbuds wrapped neatly around it. Hitoshi sat up, unwrapped the earbuds to plug them in and then held the device gently in his hand, observing it with a calm sincerity, a lick of unidentifiable emotion shown just in the slight narrow of his eyes and the dip of his brows. There was a crack in the middle of the screen, black scuff marks along the edges and corners, yellowing in some places and it was missing a button. It was old, well used, special.

The last gift from someone who had once been the most important person to him.

He turned the device on, scrolled a bit, stuck the earbuds in his ears and then laid back down with his eyes closed. Indigo hair stuck out from every direction of his head on the bare mattress, arms settled on his chest with the iPod held neatly between his fingers.

He listened to the music and the look of seriousness faded from his face as it relaxed ever so slightly into something more akin to remembrance or… a kind of acceptance.

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So, explanation on why all of my stories have done the *poof*.

Last night, I received a multitude of comments, mainly on IINHF. OII? but on a few other fics as well that were… pretty bad. I’m not sure why or who or how but for some reason a few or a group of people decided that commenting very negative things on my fics was a good idea. I’m unsure of IINHF was shared somewhere and it upset people or what tbh.

But, being me, panicked when several comments appeared that went along the lines of “this is some of the worst writing I’ve ever read”, “of course an addict would write something like this”, “this makes me sick”, and “you should kill yourself”, among other things. I mean I ✨panicked✨, broke down, couldn’t really keep up with all the comments that were coming in (there were a lot), and decided in the moment that deleting everything was the best idea. 😅

I understand that when a piece of writing gets somewhat “popular”, especially in a fandom, there’s bound to be someone who doesn’t like it. Which is fine, I’ve always had the mindset of “to each their own” and appreciated if someone gave one of my stories a try, even if they didn’t like it in the end. I’m unsure if the topics I wrote on is what made some people so upset or… I’m not sure honestly.

But yeah, the stories aren’t gone forever I’m just… gonna need a little bit to recover from that. I think I’ll eventually repost them, a few chapters at a time. (Gives me a chance to go over everything and fix things I’ve wanted to fixer rewrite/rephrase for a while so I guess that’s one plus with the whole situation. Not a very big one but, bright side right?)

I think I’m definitely going to need a little time to get over my newly created anxiety of posting any writing now though.

Thank you all for your support and I apologize for deleting everything in a panic. I know some people were reading it, rereading it, and whatnot when it was deleted. I have pdf versions of the stories I can send to people if anyone wants them in the meantime. Just let me know.

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hi there!

hope you're doing well rn :) I was wondering when the next chapter of iinhf. oii? was going to come out (ofc no rush or anything I'm just wondering)

and also I'm sure you said that you would reupload the old version of it but I can't seem to find it on ao3?

thank you :)))

Yes! Hopefully the next chapter will be out by Wednesday as well as the original. Sorry guys been really busy with other life things.

#iinhf. oii? #riboo writes

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More chapters will be posted tonight and I’ll be re uploading the Incalescent rewrite and Building 1-A as well.

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Okay but honestly, writing improvement? I feel like I’m improving. That’s the main reason I’m rewriting IINHF. OII? Because I think I can make it better.

Example of the same scenes, the first one from the original and the second one from the rewrite-

“Maybe it was the fact that he cried himself to sleep last night, or the fact that he’d had a not so nice dream, but Denki was not feeling like his usual self at all. He felt tired and like he wanted to just crawl into some hidden and quiet hole and stay there for a very, very long time. This wasn’t a feeling he was used to and it had him on edge, slightly irritated and definitely not successful in portraying his ‘normal’ upbeat and social self.

It felt like his skin was crawling and he should run and get rid of it or he should just sleep for the next year all at the same time.

The only good thing was that no one seemed to be noticing. They were too distracted by Present Mic’s loud English lecture. Which was completely understandable, Denki usually really liked this class and did semi decent work in here. But today, he couldn’t focus on a single thing the loud hero said. He couldn’t even write notes and ended up drawing random doodles just so his notebook page didn’t look so empty.

“-nari?”

“Kaminari?”

“Oh hmm? Sorry!” Denki snapped out of his daze and looked up.

“Can you read the next sentence for us?”

And shit. He couldn’t even remember what they were doing right now.

“Next sentence?” He asked.

Present Mic sighed and oh yup there the look was. “Textbook, page 28, 6th sentence down, please read it out loud for us.”

“Right sorry!” He laughed and reached for his textbook. It wasn’t on his desk. So he awkwardly turned and grabbed his bag, very well aware of all the eyes watching him fumble around trying to look for it. He spent a few seconds moving things around in his bag but to no avail.

He swallowed and set his bag back down. “Sorry Present Mic, I um... seem to have forgotten my textbook back in my room.” He smiled and rubbed the back of his neck, letting a short anxious laugh escape his mouth.”

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“Maybe it was the fact that he cried himself to sleep last night, which was normal, don’t get him wrong, it was just draining more so now than he could ever remember it being in the past. Which meant it was hard to act like his ‘usual’ self. He was tired, god so tired and he just wanted to crawl into some hidden hole and hide there forever. Maybe he’d get some real rest that way, no bad dreams, no memories, ust actual sleep. It was a fun thing to imagine, unrealistic but imaginable.

It was bad, not being able to act like he was supposed to, not being able to keep the happy Denki portrayal up as well as he usually did. It put him on edge, made his skin crawl with an anxious staticky feeling because if he wasn’t able to be what he was supposed to be, people might just see through the cracks. And that, that could not happen. It just couldn’t.

The only good thing was the fact that no one seemed to notice. They were all too occupied with Present Mic’s loud English lecture. Which really, Denki couldn’t blame them. This was one of his favorite classes and he usually, less so lately, but usually did pretty decent work in this class. He liked to read a lot of English literature after all.

Today though, today he couldn’t seem to focus on anything at all. Not the notes he was supposed to be writing, not the loud voice hero’s lecture, he ended up doodling all over the page meant for his notes instead. It made the paper seem less empty, messier, but less empty. Which he figured was better than nothing at all.

“-nari?”

“Kaminari?”

“Oh hmm?” Denki snapped his head up at the sound of his name, pencil pausing its half-effort sketch of a rather tired looking, sleeping bag wrapped Aizawa-Sensei.

“Can you read the next sentence for us?” Present Mic asked, gesturing to Denki and his desk.

“Uh...” Shit. He didn’t know what they were doing. What were they doing Damnit, there was nothing on the board behind his teacher that would tell him what they were supposed to be doing (notes, they were supposed to be taking notes right?) and he wouldn’t dare look at his peers, he knew he’d be met with impatience and a few snickers and eye rolls. That was how it usually went.

So he swallowed and tapped the pencil in his hand onto his notebook, the tap, tap, tap, tap a good noise, narrowing his focus just a little along with the bouncing of his knee and the chewing of the inside of his cheek.

“Um... next sentence?”

Present Mic frowned, blinked and tilted his head to the side, that thing adults do when they're impatient and someone has just said something completely idiotic. Denki knew that look well.

“Yes. Please read the next sentence. Textbook page 28, the sixth sentence down.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Textbook? Why did he think they were taking notes? Textbook... where was his textbook? Oh no... not again. Denki looked around and inside of his desk, hoping to find that he had indeed put his textbook somewhere within reach, you know, like a logical, normal human being. When he found it nowhere, he reached for his backpack, knowing his peers' eyes were glued to him, some annoyed and some amused, because it was always those two, never anything else.

But... he didn’t find his textbook in his bag. So, he was fucked. With a nervous smile and laugh he looked towards Present Mic, not meeting his eyes, because that, that was too much but at least he was making the effort to look like he might be looking directly at his teacher. You know, respectful and all.

“Um... I uh... I think I left my textbook back in my dorm, Sensei. I forgot it. Sorry.” He laughed again, taking care to make it seem like the whole incident was nothing, just silly. Just silly was good. Just silly was normal, a daily sealant for those nasty little cracks in his happy Denki mask.”

#iinhf. oii? #riboo writes #long post #no but tell me if I’m wrong pls lol #maybe I’m delusional and my writing is now worse #bnha fanfiction #shinkami fanfiction

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Yami’s song when he was younger (not that anyone really cares about him but you know) - Trailer Trash by carolesdaughter.

Ps posting today. Sorry it’s taking me so long guys. Life is wild.

#iinhf. oii? #riboo writes

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I will be re-uploading most of my old stories (including the original IINHF. OII?) tonight for you guys!

I will still be focusing mainly on rewriting IINHF. OII? though so most of the stories likely won’t be finished soon unless they’re my smaller fics.

#iinhf. oii? #riboo writes

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Guess what I’m posting tomorroowwwwww????

The next chapter of IINHF. OII? because I finally got my shit together. 😂

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Hide by Rainbow Kitten Surprise is literally Shinsou halfway through IINHF. OII? Go listen to it. It’s a good song. 👌🏻💚

#iinhf. oii? #riboo writes #riboo randomness

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I’ll try and send the PDFs of stories to everyone this afternoon! I’m so not tech savvy and it won’t work on tumblr so to send them I’m gonna have to do it through email.

So! If you want story PDFs to read, please message me an email you’d like me to send them to so I can get that done as soon as I can lol.

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What is everyone’s favorite story of mine so far and why? I know IINHF. OII? is the big popular one but I also know I have some people on here who strictly read one of my other stories.

What makes your favorite, your favorite?

#riboo writes #riboo randomness #just doing research #it’s necessary my brain wants to know #iinhf. oii? #incalescent

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Would anyone be interested in being a proof reader/editor/helper that reads chapters of stories before I post them? Basically just need help catching typos and making sure things *make sense*.

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Teehee

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Could I get… just a crumb… a tiny teaser of the new version? I miss your writing so much. 🥺

Hmm…

I guess for you, it would be possible. Here’s a teaser of the first section in the first chapter of the IINHF. OII? re-write, just for you readers.

“It was an odd thing.

The feeling of being a disappointment that is.

A truly wild and encompassing or- wildly horribly encompassing feeling, really. At least in Denki’s opinion. And his opinion was probably correct considering how many times he’d felt like an utter and complete disappointment in his mere sixteen years of living so far.

The count of disappointing today alone was... well, more than usual. And was currently, at this very moment, increasing. Because it always did at all the moments, he hoped it wouldn’t.”

#iinhf. oii? #riboo writes #shinkami fanfiction #my intense fear of disappointing you all is showing itself as I post this lmao