#REPLY TO ALL MY COMMENTS ON AO3???

[borealing]

Question for fic writers!

[quillium]

Two kinds of comments and replies on ao3:

1.

commentor: nice fic

author replying: Hello you have done me the greatest of services. The kindest of compassions hast been received from thine good hand. May you be blessed into the coming days, for you have blessed me and mine.

2.

commentor: This tore into my ribcage and you hold my still-beating heart in your hands. I loved the thematic strength of this story--the persistent symbolism within is everything, actually. Your characterization was so on point, I adored the specific choices you made to cement not only the dynamics and show the effect on others but also the further the plot in a logical manner--

author replying: lol thx <3

[qqueenofhades]

It is supposed to be miserably cold and snowy this weekend (we are getting the full brunt of the incoming Arctic blast). So naturally, the (already feeble) boiler in my apartment building has selected this very moment to die. They are supposed to be replacing it, but their maintenance schedule is often, uh. Leisurely. I also don't have to go into work on Monday since MLK Day, so that will be four long days of brrr.

As such, I will not be doing much other than sitting inside wrapped up in blankets with the space heaters blasting and, we all hope, possibly writing more fic (seize the moment while it lasts, etc). I shall grandiosely imagine that I will finish BOTH a Land of Snow and Shadow chapter (which is more likely since I already have a lot of it written) AND possibly a second new Unknown and Static Strange chapter. (Zomgz.) We will see.

[tiredofsatansbullshit]

the overall lack of feedback is actually so disheartening so imma ask it:

[courfee]

sorry @ all yall to whom i am only now replying 110 days after you left a comment i promise i am trying so hard to be more consistent with this but i am struggling

[crossbackpoke-check]

inspired by @colap1nto <3 and posting here to hold myself accountable: writevember! attempting to write something every day no matter how much and what it is

i am however inventing stipulations for myself so i cannot weasel my way out of it, which includes a valid definition of “write”:

actively put words into a document in the form of a proper fic!!! too many wip not enough hands!!

poems (actually laughed at me coming up with this but maybe i will go back to my roots)

research/meta/primers

tag stories are permissible IF i actually compile and edit them into a readable document that day

editing to post to ao3 (the optimism) is also valid. it takes me so long

i do have concrete arbitrary deadlines for one and a half fics that i would LOVE to finish and post in november (dewey^2 and [redacted :)]) so i’m hoping this helps!! also, this is secretly just a sticker chart where i get to put down emojis for each fic i worked on and check off boxes but a win is a win

day 1:🪻🐈‍⬛

day 2: 😇🤭 (🕒 -> 🕜)

day 3:🫃2️⃣

day 4: 🍎

day 5:🫃2️⃣

day 6: 📑, 💌

day 7:🫃2️⃣ AND ☁️💧. who is she

day 8:🪻🐈‍⬛

day 9:🫃2️⃣

day 10:🫃2️⃣

day 11:🫃2️⃣ we are on a STREAK and also a countdown 🫡

day 12:🫃2️⃣

day 13:🫃2️⃣

day 14: 📬💍

day 15: 😇🤭 (🕒 -> 🕜)

day 16:🫃2️⃣

day 17: 🔴 ⚫️,🫃2️⃣

day 18:🪻🐈‍⬛

day 19:🪻🐈‍⬛, 😇🤭 (🕒 -> 🕜)

day 20:🫃2️⃣

day 21:🫃2️⃣, 🤫 🪽🃏

day 22:🫃2️⃣

day 23: 💯❕

day 24: 🪢

day 25: 🐛🏮🦋

day 26:🫃2️⃣

day 27:🫃2️⃣

day 28:🫃2️⃣

day 29:🫃2️⃣

day 30:🫃2️⃣

WRITEMBER RECAP: an overall sucess!!!! this was so much fun and really forced me to write even if it was only a little bit every day. like, to the point that i'm debating doing a cute little twelve days of christmas snippet fest. absolutely could not have finished and published dewey^2 p2 without this challenge or posted p3 :)

thirty days of writing

twelve different fics worked on

poems: 1

i have no word count for you sorry i wish i did but it is at least over a few thousand words!!!!

times i wrote for a day past midnight (making it technically the next day) but because i was still awake i counted it for that day: at least 17 if not closer to like. 25

tags i forgot what they mean: one. what the FUCK is 🪢??? OH MY GOD I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THAT IS NEVERMIND

duolingo streak (worked on the same fic in a row): 5

[hballegro]

chapter 6; lobster dinner and with a side of anguish is OUT

bts as usual

i think i need to put 'my noodle is second to none' in the next chapter somehow. feels like a hawkeye thing to say

[hollowsart]

Going to bed, but oouugghhh

If it wasn't half past midnight, I would absolutely be working on the next chapter of the fic again because of this.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

is your username related to desperate housewives?

no 😭 but solid guess. erm so the lore of this account is wisteria was a generic name i picked to write… other rpf… not so long ago… but then i stumbled onto f1 fics and was like: wow party on tumblr, that’s where it’s at. and then it became wisteriagoesvroom as a joke to myself. except the joke has gone on 9 months or something now and i’m apparently still laughing 😭😭

it was meant to be a throwaway lurker account not what has effectively become my main 😭😭😭

[thief-of-eggs]

if you catch me on ao3 replying to a comment from 8 months ago- SHHHHH NO YOU DIDNT

[gendervapor14]

i left a comment i've been meaning to leave for weeks!!

huh? did i reply to any of my comments?

.....

no.

but i left a comment. progress has been made.

[tartarusknight]

The King of the Freaks | Part 14

Ao3 Link | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16

CW for child abuse, bullying, and suicidal intentions

Eddie hadn't meant to fall asleep, but after Steve and everyone else had fallen asleep one by one, so did he. When he woke up, Steve was gone from the pile of limbs. Eddie didn't have the grace to get out without waking everyone else, so as he wiggled out, he heard groaning. He waited for a minute, watching the others realize Steve was gone. "Is he...?" Gareth trailed off, and Eddie rubbed a hand over his face.

"We should," Jeff didn't even bother finishing his sentence before he was heading out of the room. Eddie took a moment before following.

As they got down, in the kitchen was Steve. He was making French toast and smiled over at them. Once again, acting like nothing happened. Like they hadn't woken up to Steve sobbing for Dustin while he was still asleep. Then they hadn't dealt with his panic and confusion. Eddie hated it. "There's coffee," Steve pointed, and Eddie glanced at the clock, 9:32. How long has Steve been up?

"Steve -" He started but was cut off by an almost frantic.

"I didn't know what else to make. Hopefully, you all like French Toast. To be honest, I never eat breakfast, so I don't know many recipes. But this one seemed easy enough." He nodded towards the cookbook on the counter. It was a well-loved cookbook, with notes sticking out of the pages.

Grant opened his mouth to say something when Jeff said, "Sounds good. We can set the table." He stares pointedly at the 3 of them before they moved. Eddie grabbed some plain white mugs from all the plain white, sterile-looking dishes. Grant grabbed plates as Gareth grabbed silverware. Jeff helped Steve grab the food items and if Eddie really looked, he could see the way Steve moved just slightly out of range of touches. His walls were back up and his movements were planned. Suddenly he wasn’t just Steve their friend, but more like King Steve an act.

They sat down and started to eat. The silence was deafening. Steve’s eyes jumped over each one of them but they followed Jeff’s lead. They knew how to work to each others' strengths. Like last night Eddie had moved next to Steve easily but it was Gareth they listened to. Since Gareth had plenty of practice talking calmingly and softly to someone in the midst of a panic attack. Because Gareth was the one who had them and talked Eddie through his. So, they sat there in silence until the food was gone before Jeff moved them to the living room. Steve sat in the recliner but the rest of them sat on the couches.

“My mom she’s a great cook.” Grant blurts and doesn’t let their surprised looks stop him. “She can do everything except for French Toast. Every time she tries, she burns it. We don’t know how she does it because she can cook like 5 things at a time but even watching the French Toast closely the entire time, they burn. We’re convinced she was cursed to never be able to make them.”

Eddie can’t help the laugh that bubbles out. Suddenly everyone was laughing, even Steve smiled and looked close to laughing. By the time the laughter stopped, Jeff started. “My siblings and I had wanted to make my parents breakfast in bed for their anniversary when we were younger. I barely knew how to cook and my brother, Nolan, couldn’t even reach the counter. My sister, Zahra, had gotten up on the counters to reach all the tall stuff and we got to work. Only none of us had been taught how to make breakfast foods. We just had seen our parents do it. We made eggs with shells still in them and they were overcooked. Burnt toast that we covered in jam. We gave it to my parents and they choked down a good bit of it just to make us smile.” He said softly, “they showed us how to make eggs the next morning.”

Gareth grinned, “my older brother, Derek, was making a batch of brownies. Not just any brownies but pot brownies. Only Mom saw that he was baking so he had to make two batches. One with pot, one without. He thought he was so slick but then he accidentally switched the two around. So, Mom, Dad, and I were high out of our minds while he wondered how they didn’t affect him. Never really connected the dots. But at the next party-”

Eddie laughed cutting Gareth off, he remembered what had happened. Gareth grinned over at him. “He told everyone how high his tolerance was before getting incredibly high and trying to do a backflip off of someone’s shed. Broke his arm and everything.” Gareth snickered, “First time I got high, and let’s just say I didn’t mind it.”

“We will never let that go.” Eddie snickered and Gareth high-fived him.

Steve was looking at them and smiling. There was a little relief in his eyes. “First time I ever cooked I accidentally set my shirt on fire,” Steve says and it comes out soft. Like he’s so wrapped up in love that he can’t handle it. “I ran straight into the pool,” he said and Eddie grinned over at him. “I still avoid making oatmeal even though I know it’s just because I didn’t know how to use the stove.” He says and there’s a laugh starting to form in his words.

Eddie tilted his head, he glanced over at Jeff, with a silent question of Can we try to talk now? Jeff glanced at Steve who was finally relaxing and nodded. Eddie cleared his throat, nerves welling up. “I had to learn how to cook because my parents sucked. Back when- well I moved to Hawkins back when I was 12. Before that, I lived with my mom and dad in West Virginia. They weren’t great parents. My dad never tried to get a job, instead trying to live off of stupid shit like hotwiring cars and dealing. My mom wasted… I don’t even know how much of our money on drugs. All I know is that growing up, we had more drugs in the house than food.”

He said and everyone was looking at him. “We didn’t have much for food, and they said if I couldn’t cook, I couldn’t eat.” He stated and saw Gareth itching to reach out. But this wasn’t the time. “I did. I learned because if we had food in the house, I wanted to be able to eat it. I’m best at breakfast foods because my mom stated it was the most important. Most days it was the only time I ate.” He shrugged, “Then I moved in with Wayne…  And well, he works nights. So, our schedules are off. I’ll make him breakfast for dinner some mornings and he’ll make me breakfast for dinner some evenings. It works, it’s nice.” Eddie says softly and looks up at Steve.

Grant cleared his throat, catching onto what Eddie was doing. “My dad left when I was 4. He never wanted kids. He said he had gotten tied down because of one stupid night. He hated us for it. So, one day he just packed up and left. My mom was young and she never worked before but she started working at the daycare to try and keep us afloat. Soon, though, we weren’t able to keep up with our bills and we had to move in with my grandparents. We still live there. I think she’s waiting until I graduate before trying again. Too afraid to take a chance.”

Gareth cleared his throat and looked over at Eddie. Eddie gave him a reassuring smile. Gareth smiled back, “When I was a kid… well I’m still bullied but it was really bad when I was younger. To the point, I avoided going to school and stayed home more than anything. But it didn’t stop them from picking on me. One day they tied me up on a football post in just my underwear. They were taking turns throwing shit at me. Writing shit on my body.”

Gareth shrugged and he glanced over at Eddie. It brought him back to finding Gareth like that. Gareth cleared his throat, “Derek had arrived just in time with Eddie. He sent me with Eddie and I was so terrified. But I trusted him and I trusted Eddie… Eddie took me home and helped me clean up. And the next time I saw Derek, it was at the station. He was bloody and bruised along with a few of the people that had done that shit to me. Hopper had listened to Derek and me, but Derek ended up still having to do community service because of it.” Gareth explained and Eddie watched Steve’s walls take each hit they were throwing his way.

Jeff cleared his throat, “honestly, Steve. I don’t know what happened last night. What you dreamed of. But I want you to know that we’ve all got shit. We can’t compare them because it’s different, but it's there. So, don’t feel like you have to hide your own shit. Because… well, we don’t want to see you get eaten up by it.” Jeff looks a little shaky and Eddie hates it. Hates that the unbreakable Jeff isn’t sturdy at the moment. “Zahra, she’s like you… she was dealing with shit that she never talked about. Always laughed and smiled. But she could barely eat and her laughs weren’t real.”

Everyone who already knew how this story went, tensed up. Jeff cleared his throat like he was going to cry, “And- And then one day I came home early and found her bleeding out in the bathroom. I almost lost her— I did lose her in a way. She’s in and out of facilities where they try to help her. But she’ll never be the same. And I do what I can to make her feel loved. She’s my little sister and I almost lost her.” Steve was just staring, wide-eyed.

Jeff sighed and folded his hands over his lap. “Now… I just need you to believe that when we ask you how you’re doing it’s because we care about you. Cause we do care, Steve. For some reason, you slid right into our lives and you just fit. We love having you around and we need you to understand that.”

Steve looked moments from breaking, “I- I’m sorry.” It comes out choked and Eddie wants to reach over and grab his hand.

“Don’t be sorry, there’s nothing to apologize for. Like I said we’ve all got our shit.” Jeff says softly and Eddie realizes a lot later than he should have that Jeff talks to Steve like he does his little siblings… even though Steve’s older than him. Even though they haven’t known each other for long.

Steve's eyes are roaming over them like he's trying to see through them. “Are- are you guys okay?” Steve whispers and looks over at them with glassy brown eyes.

Eddie gives him a soft smile. “You know, I’m pretty great. I’m spending time with my friends,” he looks at Steve straight on. “But one of my friends had a rough night and I’m worried about them. I want them to be able to talk to me about whatever they’re going through.” He says softly and Steve looks away from his gaze. “Steve,” he murmurs and he stands, moving to kneel down in front of the recliner. Steve’s curled up form so close but Eddie doesn’t touch. He just rests his hands on the seat of the chair next to Steve’s legs. “We’re here for you. You don’t have to go through this alone anymore.”

Steve’s nod is jerky and he’s wringing his hands awkwardly. “You’re my friends?” He questions and he looks at them with so much fear but also hope.

Eddie gave him a soft smile and shifted, taking Steve’s hands in his. “Steve you’ve been our friend for a while now. Like I said that first day, I gave you a starting point and you easily charmed our socks off.” He jokes but kept his voice soft.

Grant cuts in with “We like you as our little jock.” Steve’s hands were shaking in his hands. “Steve, you’re our cheerleader, didn’t you know that? You watch our d&d games. We love it when you cheer when we win. Or when you give your own opinions. Honestly just laughing with you is nice.” He says and Steve’s blinking tears away.

“We don’t invite just anyone to join the campaign… we decided you would be a great addition a while ago, we just didn’t want to overwhelm you. We know we can be a lot. But we made you a character that first time you invited us here.” Gareth says and Steve’s whole body is shaking now.

Eddie looks over at Steve, he looks like shit. “Steve, can I hug yo-” He doesn’t even finish. Steve just throws himself into Eddie’s arms. They fall back to the ground so Steve’s on top of Eddie but Eddie just holds Steve close. “I’ve got you,” he promises and Steve is just crying.

Eddie holds him and Steve shakes. “I- I get nightmares. A lot of them. I didn’t- I tried to stay on a separate floor. I didn’t want to wake you with them.” He says and Eddie remembers how stressed Steve had looked when he invited them over. Or when Eddie pushed to get him to sleep in his room. He had been afraid of them seeing. “I don’t- I can’t talk-” he cuts himself off and he seems to be trying to choose his words carefully. “I’m sorry,” he finally says and Eddie runs his hands up and down Steve’s back.

“It’s okay, we’ll be here when you want to talk about it,” Jeff promises. Eddie carefully shifts the two of them to lean back against the couch. The boys crawl down and they all stay close together. Maybe Steve isn’t ready right now, but Eddie will be here when he is.

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[shikai-the-storyteller]

Speaking of Megaman, someone just left a comment on one of my very old Megaman fics from 2018 saying they printed it out years ago, and when their anxiety doesn't let them sleep, they reread that story and it helps drain the tension out of them.

; ____ ;

[heartberrydog]

they should invent a replying to tumblr asks/ao3 comments that doesn’t take a million light years

[plusultraetc]

whats your fav flavor of erasermic … there are honestly so many options. friends to lovers … highschool sweethearts … enemies to friends to lovers …. then u throw shirakumo in and it can be a million times angstier or a million times sillier … smth abt aizawa disappearing for years to be an underground hero and mic pursuing fame (early morning radio host😭😭😭) u have it all … idk why i even asked what ur fav is when i dont know My fav. nine lives erasermic is probably up there though bc of how goofy they are. everything but married emic … wow …

ANY FLAVOR BESTIE I AM SO SERIOUS. married for ten years. pining for fifteen. friends to lovers. ENEMIES to lovers (I've had a villain Mic/vigilante Aizawa (+pro hero Shirakumo!!) AU percolating for literal months that I can't wait to share). they are THE most versatile ship on the planet. the angst. the silly. the LAYERS. (basically I feel this post kind of ways about them <3)

I'm not much of a shipping person in general but every once in a blue moon a ship will come along and bonk me over the head with the brainrot mallet and erasermic is one of those ships. when I DO do the shipping thing, I've always had a soft spot for friends to lovers and oblivious/mutual pining, so that's probably why I love canon compliant erasermic fics so so much. Nine Lives (by machiroads, for anyone who has not read it, in which case I cannot recommend it enough) will always be The Erasermic Fic to me. It's canon idc. but!!! there is room in my heart for so much erasermic. I will never run out of space for them. most long-winded way of saying any flavor but I mean it when I say I enjoy pretty much every iteration of this ship.

thank you sm for the message!! feel free to yell about Them w me literally any time!!

[everybodyshusband]

it's healthy to go back and reread all the nice comments people have left on your writing i think :3