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[zenelly]

God guys, I'm sorry that I keep disappearing on you all. There's... I'd say that nothing's really happened in the last week or so, and that's true, but...

This September has been shit.

It was one of my favorite OCs self-chosen birthday last Friday, and I could barely celebrate it because I was too distracted with not just staying in bed and crying for no reason. Nothing happened to me. Nothing directly happened to me, but fuck, I'm tired. I'm just so tired, and I'm not the sort of person who just... gives up like that, or wants to give up like that.

I have spent the last week trying to not cry all the time, and nothing's happened. Everything's already over, and I just can't stop crying now.

I owe my professors so many apologies for my behavior in class. I've been distracted at best.

I'm sorry guys, I really am. I keep hoping that I'm going to break out of this slump, but nothing's really working. Can... Can I have a comment thread here where people request something for me to write? Just... short little things? Anything you want? Please.

Also feel-good fics that make you remember that the world can still be a good place. Fics that make you laugh.

Thanks, everyone. Hopefully the Seiner Maso fic will have a new chapter soon.

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Sandbox fic (1/2)

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There was a boy in his sandbox.

Seifer didn't recognize him, which was weird, because Seifer knew every kid in preschool. He knew all of them, and their parents too. But not this one. And this one didn't know that it was Seifer's sandbox. The little blonde boy grinned widely, tongue pushing reflexively into his cheek.

Time for some fun.

He stomped over to his sandbox, knocked his shoes against the sides loudly right before he jumped and landed-

-right in the middle of whatever the other boy had been making.

"Hey! Tha's not nice!" the other boy protested, and he glared up at Seifer, pouting.

"I'm not very nice. Now get out of my sandbox." Seifer said, and proceeded to completely wreck the rest of the mound of sand.

The time out was completely worth it for the look on the other kid's face.

* * *

“My name’s Hayner.”

Seifer patted down the sand on the top of his wall, forming the raised sides so his soldiers could walk between them and be safe. He looked up at the boy, same one from yesterday, and frowned. “I don’t care. My sandbox. Leave.”

“Miz Aeris says we have to share,” the blonde said smugly, and he sat down across from Seifer and started patting at the sand. “So there.”

“I dun care what Miss Aeris says!” Seifer snapped, and he closed his hand, knocking down part of his wall. Pouting, he started reforming it, pudgy hands clumping sand into the crack. “Go away!”

Hayner grinned widely and just kept making a lump in the sand. Seifer ignored him and made a better castle. Little twerp couldn’t even build properly. Hayner’s castle didn’t get much higher before they were called back inside, and Seifer made sure to step on it on his way out.

* * *

Seifer figured out, about a week later, that Hayner wasn’t even trying to build a castle.

“That’s not a dragon!” he argued, gesturing at the lump of sand. “Where’s its teeth? And its wings? That doesn’t look like a dragon!”

Hayner flushed and kept patting at the sand. “’s a work in pro-pro…” He frowned, tilting his head. “It’s not done yet.”

Seifer sighed and sat down next to him, digging up more sand. “Legs go here, right?”

Hayner looked at him curiously, brown eyes dark in the midday light. “Why’re you helping?”

“Castle’s gotta have SOMETHING to defend against, right?” Seifer snorted and kept working. “Imaginary armies can’t knock it down.”

“Oh.” Hayner thought about it for a second before nodding. “Yeah. Dragons are better.”

* * *

Two weeks later, and they were running around the entire playground, flying and breathing fire at each other.

“I hit you! I hit you!”

“No you didn’t,” Seifer yelled back at Hayner, arms outstretched as he ran even faster. “I’m dodging it, see?”

“No fair! I’m breathin’ fire, Seifer! I totally hit you!” Hayner shouted, and he stopped running, stomping his foot on the ground. “You’re cheating!”

Seifer stopped too and walked back towards him. “Oh don’t be a crybaby, chickenwuss! ‘S just a game!”

Ignoring him, Hayner stomped all the way over to the sandbox and sat down on the wooden rim, kicking idly at the sand, pouting. “I don’t care. Not fair. You can’t dodge fire.”

“Come on, just build a dragon or somethin’ an’ leave it alone,” Seifer just snorted and sat down too, starting to build his castle again with careful hands.

Hayner growled and knocked over the beginnings of the castle and stomped off.

Seifer sat back and watched him leave, and rubbed at his tearing eyes, because Hayner was stupid and boys didn’t cry about things like this.