No, this is not an update, I'm sorry. But don't worry, it also isn't a 'hey story is discontinued' kind of note!

All of my fanfics will be on a hiatus for the time being; I've been having some emotional mental problems since January and I feel like it's only gotten worse. I try to stay on top of the Ice Flower updates, I really do, and I try to stay on track with Through Life and Death's update schedule, but lately I've been falling behind.

I also have a story I'm creating with a friend of mine called White Instinct, alongside writing a fanfic called Hello, Ruby, plus revamping White Dripping Red and Her Guardian (ao3 only).

Yeah, I'm extremely overwhelmed! ^^'' So, I am going to take a step back from publishing for a little bit. I don't know when I'll be back, but please keep in mind that my ongoing stories are not abandoned. Hopefully I'll be back on track soon!

I will give you guys information about the currently published stories, though!
Ice Flower's Chapter Sixteen is completely finished and I'm currently proof-reading it, while I'm 2k words into Chapter Seventeen!

Sneak Peek:

"Five minutes!" The man called again with irritation in his voice. Behind him, she could hear another guy announcing Ice Flower and the Blaze crew's appearance. "I hope you kids are ready!"

Weiss sucked in a deep breath and spun to face her bandmates. "Ironwood doubled security for us, right?" Pyrrha responded with a light 'yes'. "The bus has been secured? The technicians all in the correct places?" Nora gave her a thumbs up. "The instruments are tuned, correct?" Ren gave her a short nod. "Alright, let's-..." she trailed off, becoming increasingly aware of the squeals and screams from the crowd, the sounds reverberated in her head and her anxiety spiked.

She let out another shaky sigh and quickly jogged over to the curtain, pulling it back slightly to examine the crowd. Her heart nearly stopped. There were… so many people. So many unfamiliar faces. People were out there to watch her, to note her every move and watch for anything to bring down her band's reputation. Her father was somewhere out there, waiting to destroy her.

Desperately, she scanned the crowd from behind the curtain, searching for a familiar friendly face. Her breathing became labored each time her eyes landed on a strange person, a few of them looking rather stoic and suspicious. Her heart began racing in her chest with fear when she found the face of her father, having rented a seat far away from the crowd, but close enough to see her. His head turned towards the red curtain and Weiss jerked behind it.