Author has written 15 stories for Naruto.
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Update: July 19 2017
Just wanted to update you all on the works in progress:
Meet Cute is in indefinite Hiatus due to how difficult it is to write as I am working on balance between all four main characters and started it without a complete plot line (eep! never do that)
Into the Black is also on hiatus because I am trying desperately to update Stronger and Softer and make them more readable (have you looked at Stronger lately- what GARBAGE- so once those are fixed up and I have a handle on the story that is more clear, it will also continue
Switch-a-Roo is actually not on hiatus despite all appearances. I have some issues with plotline that I am sorting out still but consistently working on. Writing time loops is hard peeps. Lots of brain power required.
Paint With Words: Will legit be finished at the end of August before September. (please oh god I hope I'm not a liar)
Vital Fluids: my mammoth world building fic- my mount everest. I will be blasting through that fic in the next week- and then... (wait for it) I will start on book 2. Fingers crossed that it will continue it's momentum and end by summer time or end of the year.
Possible New Fics Coming up (this is an old list, please note it is over ten years since I posted these.)
Monster Under My Bed (interest for this has been high in my PM box so I will be starting to draft plotlines for it now and hopefully once Vital gives me a break will see where it goes date:july192017)
Young Hanabi Hyuuga is instructed to accompany Tsunade on a trip to the sand to take notes and begin her training as a diplomatic heiress for her clan. What she does not expect is to meet the red headed Kazekage who's eyes burn into her memory and refuse to leave her alone.
Determined to understand what it is he says with those eyes she embarks on a rather dangerous journey...to get to know the loveless monster at last.
Rain Drops: Shards of story, bits and pieces of disconnected things relating to SasuHina.
Curiosity Abstract Wonder Loveable Bubbles New Corruption Disruption Envy Hate Anger Feeling Moment Awe Longevity Storms Blood Breathless Clothes Objective Clone Alone Loss Apple Wind bells Sweat Snow Computer Sketchbook Idea Sibling Fear Dream Lips Reflection Petals Drops Necklace Sunrise Nightmare Weapon Whisper Friend Peace Break Umbrella Paint Music You
NEW FIC: Three Part work Gaara/Hanabi (interested? shoot me a message)
"Why do you go all the way to the outskirts all the time?" Konohamaru frowned mildly at her as they scrubbed down Spark's flank in the dim light of the coming evening. Later and later was when she returned from the long rides through the acres of Hyuuga property. More and more he worried. "I like the quiet." Hanabi bit back with unnecessary force. It was enough to have him sigh but drop the subject as they continued to work, listening only to the soft snorts and steady breaths of the Hyuuga's many horses in their stable stalls.
She couldn't tell him anyway, even if she wanted to. She couldn't describe what it felt like to fly in the saddle over huge empty fields of wild nettles and crash through the bracken into the fold of the woods. There were no words to explain the beauty of the rustling river, the murmuring gurgle of the water as it poured in a waterfall above as the hill rose and then down in a meandering silk ribbon through the ancient cedars and tall birch trees smelling beautifully of resin and life.
Most of all she couldn't explain how sitting by the river writing poems she tucked away within the folds of an oilskin she felt free, and naked in a way her soul was never allowed to be in her stiff home. There her pen scratched over paper rough with being pounded and formed from wild flowers and the soft stems of grasses. There she scribbled her thoughts in lyrical phrases that talked about her aching desire to be herself and loved for it.
And somewhere, somehow someone was reading these passages, not only reading but writing back, giving to her the same vulnerable bits of themselves as she was giving to them.
She could not explain that as the river rippled past her, and she wrote, she felt distinctly like she was being watched from within the folds of the watery depths. And that most strange of all, that she liked it.