#anyways i’m so happy to have gotten that fic out of my brain. feels good man

[celestial-toys]

crawls out of my writing cave on all fours, disheveled and holding a twenty-four-thousand-word-long document between my teeth

[base0h]

Hiiii. So this is my first time requesting or anything so I’m kinda really nervous??? Anyways, I love your crack fics, I literally giggle non stop and they bring light into my soul.

So, that being said, I have a request. Could you do something with Crocodile and Ace (and whichever other characters) reacting to their s/o having a spider or some type of scary bug on their back? Idk if your can go anywhere with this but hey, it’s worth a shot.

Okay that’s it bye bye have a good day :)))

a/n - omg I’m so glad I can bring light into your life 😭🫶 literally my goal when I’m writing this stuff 💜 oml bro crocodile is afraid of bugs I just know he is 💀 that’s why he had robin, so she could handle them for him

warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, crack, crocodile would leave you with the the bug just to run as far away as possible 💀🫶

- pls if he sees a single bug in his house he’d move out of his mansion and go to another sea of ocean 💀

- don’t get me wrong he takes you with him of course and makes sure you’re protected from those heinous insects. Get ready for loads of bug spray and pest killing chemicals, because your house is going to smell like that for at least a couple weeks 😃🫶

- so one day, you’re relaxing on the sofa, listening to some ambient music, the lights a bit dimmed, with the shutters open just enough for some light to shine through without being too harsh. It was a weekend, so it was due time for some relaxation!

- crocodile had just gotten finished with his work, and finally he’d get to spend some quality time with you. As he walked over, getting ready to join you on the couch, he froze.

- his eyes were locked onto your back, his breathing completely stopped, his body stiff as a board

- a tiny black speck on your back was… moving. Could that be a- SPIDER? You turned around because you heard footsteps, and you looked confused to see crocodile just- frozen, with wide, disgusted, fearful eyes as if you just committed some heinous crime against humanity

- “….Crocodile? You ok?”

- …

- “Hello???? Earth to crocodile?”

- “Y/n. You know I love you right?“

- “…What?”

- “Then you know why I must do this.”

- “What do you me- hey where’re you going?!”

- to go bag (he has one prepared for this exact situation bruh 💀) materializes out of thin air, then cue crocodile skedaddling out the door without explaining or warning you like a scared selfish asshole

- “CROCODILE IT’S NOT EVEN THE SIZE OF MY FINGERNAIL.”

- “IT’S AN INSECT Y/N.”

- “SO YOU’D LEAVE ME WITH THE FUCKING BUG SO YOU COULD GET AWAY FIRST-? 😭”

- “..well of course I would’ve sent someone back for you-“

- “SENT SOMEONE?!”

- see now ace is afraid of bugs too. But he’s not a selfish asshole like crocodile 💀 bro would at least try and protect you while screaming and sobbing

- you two were relaxing, snuggling together and watching the sun set on the deck of the Moby dick. It always never failed to amaze you with how many colors spread across the sky.

- ace absolutely adored these moments with you. It made him feel so- alive but also dead at the same time. Because how could one be this happy and in love with you?

- he looked down at you, and leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head, and that’s when he saw… it

- cue the scream of a demon plus a kid who just saw a clown

- “WTF ACE WHAT?!”

- “BABE- DO NOT MOVE. THERE’S A BIGASS BUG ON YOUR HEAD.”

- “EXCUSE ME?!”

- ace grabbed his shoe in a panic, and aimed directly at your head. But since he was so afraid, he was closing his eyes.. as he was swinging to kill the bug.. and he ended up slapping the absolute shit out of you instead of the bug

- “Phew, think I got it- Y/N?! WHAT HAPPENED ARE YOU OK?!”

- “WDYM AM I OK YOU SLAPPED THE SHIT OUT OF ME-“

- “Sorry.. OH SHIT I MISSED-“

- “NONONONO ACE WAIT-“

- you got hit five times before he actually got it. 💀🫶 I hope your brain isn’t damaged 😭

- luffy was one of those kids who collected beetles and watched them fight each other like it was the most intense battle he’s ever seen 💀

- so of course he’s not afraid of them. Bro likes them so much that he doesn’t know if the one piece is better or if beetles are better 😭

- luffy was rambling to you about the various different types of beetles, and which ones were the strongest in fights. He was giving you the WHOLE lowdown, their stats, weaknesses, special skills, traits, etc. 💀 you were surprised luffy had this level of knowledge on- anything really

- “Yeah so the atlas beetle can DEFINITELY take down the rhino beetle because of its really tough shell and- OH MY GOD-“

- “Huh-?! What’s wrong?!”

- “OMG OMG Y/N YOU HAVE AN ATLAS BEETLE ON YOUR HEAD!”

- “Luffy you better be joking. Is it even April yet?”

- “Nono it’s right here see?”

- he pulled it off your head and put it in front of your face. The way you froze, and the way your heart stopped, dropped down to your feet, and then climbed back up 😭

- you couldn’t even scream, you just got up and hauled ass away from whatever that abomination of a creature was

- “Y/n where are you going?! I have to show you how it fights!”

- “I’M PERFECTLY FINE NOT SEEING THAT LUFFY-“

- “But y/n they really like you! You’ve got a rhino beetle on your back too!”

- “WHAT?!”

- you legit stopped, dropped, and rolled 💀💀💀 poor robin was watching the whole thing transpire from really far away so she couldn’t hear the context of what the hell was happening 😭

a/n - bro I missed writing these. I’m a bit rusty tho 😂

[mumms-the-word]

Some general reactions to Veilguard so far! Under the cut in case of spoilers <3

So far I’ve gotten Neve, Harding, Bellara, and Lucanis and I am so enamored with each one of them. Jae (my rook) is basically co-parenting baby Harding and Bellara with Neve (which is funny because iirc everyone is basically 30-35 out of this group). Lucanis just got here and Jae does NOT know what to think of him

I, however, love him

The scenery is GORGEOUS. I’ve spent hours exploring Arlathan Forest just getting a bunch of side content done. It’s so eerie and beautiful at the same time to me

I’m also obsessed with looking at all the details in the Lighthouse. The DAI callbacks, the codexes, it’s all so good

I’ve played two solas memories and OH MY GOD FELASSAN. I fell in love with him in The Masked Empire and I flipped out when I saw him on screen. My brain is already trying to trick me into writing Felassan fic lmaooo

I have a few grumbles as well. Varric’s narration transitions feel…odd to me, like I’m missing a frame sorry that explains why he knows everything enough to play Lord Foreshadow with everything. The random villain POV cutscene felt juvenile. I literally was like “they did this in Kingdom Hearts too” lmao which may not be a compliment (though it worked there). Some of the dialogue is mid, but other conversations are lovely and even heartbreaking. So it’s a mix.

Overall so far the game feels a little too glittery but I’m also getting used to it. I had a moment while exploring the Underwater Prison where Lucanis is, where I was like “we are the furthest thing from Dragon Age Origins now, like, wow, Alistair would flip out if he knew mages and ancient elves could make underwater prisons like this” but I mean…different times, different products and all that

There’s nothing that makes me absolutely hate this game, as of yet. I’m disappointed about some things, but other things make me really happy! And honestly, that’s what I expected. I had a day or two where I was sad about stuff that I knew I wouldn’t get to see or hear (mostly Morrigan not acknowledging my warden, who romanced her, or her son, but also a few other things) but once I felt my feelings about it I could jump back in with fresh eyes and see what else I could discover

There are more callbacks to the older games, novels, comics, and short stories than people say. They’re just subtle. But I’ve kept my eye out, I’ve been taking some pictures, and I plan to have a few posts in the works about lore, if that interests anyone!

Anyway that’s it for now. Just got Lucanis, and now I’m back on the side quest grind. Updates soon!

[ghostxrose]

𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 | 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five (final)

Note ~ Happy holidays, Lovelies! I'm sorry that it has taken a few days for me to post the final part, I've been busy with work and adulting, haha! Anyway, I hope that you all are excited for this finale to this fic and love it as much as I do! It will be the shortest part yet at barely 900 words but in my opinion it came out so adorable, though I am biased, haha! Well, enough with my rambling, enjoy the read My Wonderful Lovelies! <3

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!Reader, Reincarnation, Soulmates, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Emotional, Temporary Character Deaths, Depictions of Injuries, Potentially Triggering Content, No Use of Y/N, Hurts So Good (let me know if I should tag anything else <3)

You were nervously playing with the end of your long dark braided hair as you walked up to the door of the classroom. You still couldn’t believe that you had gotten into U.A., let alone the Hero Course. You smoothed over your uniform then slid the door to Class 1-A open.

Your eyes swept over the few students already in the classroom then you looked up at the board for the seating chart. When you looked back to the sea of desks and located where yours was, you saw a tall blue-haired boy sternly lecturing an ash-blonde boy sitting at the desk behind yours.

You quietly made your way over to your desk and slid into the seat, making the blue-haired boy halt his lecture towards the blonde behind you. You turned in your seat to face them and gave them a shy smile when you saw that both were staring at you.

The blue-haired boy was staring at you in what seemed to be recognition but you weren’t quite sure since you had no idea who he was. But the ash-blonde boy was glaring at you intently and you couldn’t figure out what you had done wrong.

“Hi, I’m..” You introduced yourself shyly, your violet eyes darting between the two nervously.

The blue-haired boy gave an.. enthusiastic.. greeting while the blonde just made some sort of dismissive noise and turned his head to look out the window. You felt a pang of something hit you in the chest briefly before turning around to face the front of the classroom again.

After the teacher had come in and introduced himself, he had your class change into P.E. uniforms and then meet out on a baseball field. You listened as he explained what you would be doing and what the purpose of the test was before he called up a student to demonstrate one of the exercises.

“Bakugo..” Was all you heard your teacher say before your ears tuned out the rest.

You watched the crimson-eyed ash-blonde walk up to the teacher and grab the ball before moving to the pitching mound. It was like everything happened in slow motion as you watched Bakugo wind up his arm and throw the ball.

Not even the explosion from the boy’s hand could pull you out of the daze that you had apparently gone into. Your eyes met his as he walked back to stand with the rest of your classmates and you found something so familiar within all of the crimson.

You went through the series of Quirk tests completely absent from reality. It’s like you were on autopilot and out of your body until you heard Aizawa Sensei’s words dismissing your class. The other girls from your class had picked up on your strange behavior and tried to make sure that you were feeling okay. They wore worried looks on their faces as you all changed in the locker room and made your way back to the classroom.

By the end of the day, you had still felt like you weren’t back in your body. Or rather, you felt like something was missing, maybe? You couldn’t pinpoint what was going on, you just knew that you had felt off.

As you walked towards the school gates to leave, you spotted a familiar head of ash-blonde hair. You moved faster to catch up to him, unsure of why your brain thought that he would have any answers as to what was wrong with you.

“Bakugo, hey, wait a sec-” You called out as you reached for his hand.

As soon as your skin made contact with his it was like a movie started playing on fast-forward in front of your eyes, right in your mind. Flashes of different worlds, and different realities, different settings filled your vision and made you feel unsteady on your feet. Along with the flashes came feelings; unthinkable heartbreak, overwhelming joy, unimaginable physical and emotional pain, peace.

Finally, your vision cleared and you felt tears dripping down your face. You looked up at Bakugo and saw his wide shiny eyes and almost unreadable face. You felt his warm hand gripping yours almost too tightly.

Suddenly, Katsuki’s arms were wrapped tightly around you and you automatically reciprocated the action.

“My Love.” You murmured into his shoulder.

“My Violet.” His raspy voice whispered into the crook of your neck.

…

…

…

Every lifetime after that one began like that; forgetting your past lives, finding each other, remembering, then living out your lives until you died of old age.

You always passed away peacefully and always in each others’ arms.

And every time, the Goddess of Fate smiled with pride for the both of you.

You and him would never know it but the Goddess of Fate had never laughed at your shortcomings, had never found joy in taking you away from each other so early within your past lives.

The Goddess of Fate had just done what she does best; tied your souls to each other, put you through as many trials as you needed to prove your compatibility, then gave you both the peace you deserved.

You and him were never star-crossed lovers tied together as a joke, you were always meant to be true soulmates.

You and he were always meant to be Eternal Lovers...

One life after another, forevermore.

Author's Note ~ And we have reached the end of this fic *wipes tears* I loved writing this fic so much. The amount of emotion that I poured into this fic is something that I have trouble with doing again now. It was a special kind of inspiration that I had felt when writing this fic and I crave to have it back to be honest.

Even though they won't compare to how this fic turned out, let me know if I should post my other fics here! I would love to get some tips or comments about what I could do better! I don't want to be a one hit wonder, you know? I want to share my works and have them be good enough for people to really enjoy. So, please let me know what you think!

I love and appreciate every single one of you, Lovelies! <3

Tag List ~ @damnirina @queenpiranhadon

Divider Credit ~ @archonfurina

[phantomrose96]

The Art of Keeping Secrets

(Back at it with writing fic for a show I've seen like 3 episodes of. I saw this comic by @cadenzarose and my brain took things in a very different direction. 1.3k words. Enjoy!)

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Marinette has two secrets.

The first comes as naturally as breathing. She’s coddled it long enough, held it close enough to her heart so that it’s become part of her identity. Ladybug is her identity, and so is the fact that she may never reveal that it is. Marinette knows how to lie easily now. Deflect, deny, “Oh I don’t recall”, “No, I was walking home”, breathe in, breathe out, easy. There’s something even easier than lying, and that’s never having to lie in the first place. Marinette has learned most people aren’t so observant. Most people would never suspect her. And if they never ask, then she never has to lie.

Marinette’s second secret is so much harder to keep.

It’s new, and it squirms the way new and uncomfortable secrets do. It twists her gut and pushes sweat into her palms. It feels like lying every moment she does not say it. It feels like lying every time Adrien catches the discomfort on her face (He’s observant—at least observant enough to notice this) and asks what’s wrong. “Oh, nothing! Why do you ask?” Does he believe her? Marinette had thought she’d gotten good at lying.

Marinette’s second secret eats her. She thinks of telling someone. Luka, maybe. He would at least understand the weight of it. But she can’t. She knows Luka would do the right thing, and the right thing would ruin so many things.

“Bye, Dad! Marinette and I are heading out to see a movie. I’ll be home before 9.”

Gabriel Agreste stares at them from the heights of his beautiful staircase, stern face set to the glower of a father who doesn’t approve of anything that brings his son happiness. Least of all friends. Least of all a girlfriend.

Marinette sees so much more in that stone face.

Marinette cannot tell Adrien that his father is Hawkmoth.

It eats her all over again.

…

“I think my dad is warming up to you,” Adrien says in a courtesy whisper, even though the previews have not started yet and the theater is empty save for them and an old man nodding off 10 rows ahead. His words are full of hope so deeply misplaced Marinette wonders if he’s lying to himself. “He’s been acting way less—Marinette?”

Oh. Adrien’s looking at her. It should be wonderful to have him look at her like that. But concern creases his brow. Marinette freezes. She feels it’s written all over her face. As if Adrien only stares close enough, he’d know the words playing in her head.

Your father is Hawkmoth, Adrien.

“You okay, Marinette?”

“Oh! Yeah. It’s—I just—it’s just I just have a headache, is all.” That part isn’t a lie. Marinette is bad at lying these days.

Would it have been better if it weren’t a solo mission? If Marinette knew she’d been heading directly into the bowels of Hawkmoth’s lair, she would have called for back-up. She hadn’t known it would be Hawkmoth’s lair. It was only supposed to be the Agreste family manor. She didn’t know until it was too late. She ran before she could think to call for back-up. What would Chat Noir have thought? What would he have done? She hasn’t seen him lately. She can’t ask him. She can’t tell him this secret, anyway.

“--Marinette?”

Oh. Adrien is still talking.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I can walk you back home if you’re—”

“I’m fine!” Lies. And Marinette is a bad liar these days. “Really. Just a headache. I was up too late studying. I have some Advil. I’ll just take some and—” Marinette reaches for a backpack strap which isn’t there. Right. She’s not at school.

“Here.” Adrien hands her his bag. “I’ve got some Advil in the front pocket. Have you eaten yet?”

“Um, no—”

“Then I’ll get some water and popcorn for us. That’ll help.” Adrien stands. The worry is still on his face. “Or, really we can just head home. If you’re not feeling well—”

“I’m fine, really! Popcorn, yes—popcorn would be good!”

He smiles at her. Gabriel Agreste is Hawkmoth. Adrien is smiling at her and he’s concerned for her. He has no idea how much he should be concerned for himself.

“I’ll be right back.” He leans down and plants a gentle kiss on her forehead. Marinette’s nerves buzz.

He can’t ever know.

And suddenly she’s alone. Holding Adrien’s bag. And it smells like him.

The previews kick on, stuttering and sudden. Marinette startles. The man 10 rows in front jolts awake. Marinette is out of her own mind for the few moments that the first preview holds her attention. She tries to follow it, tries to absorb its distraction, but her mind always pulls her back.

Hawkmoth.

Her head hurts.

Right… the Advil. In Adrien’s bag. Adrien her boyfriend and his dad is Hawkmoth—

Breathe.

Calm down. Come down.

Adrien said it was in the middle pocket, right?

Marinette unzips the middle zipper.

Two beetle-green cat slitted eyes blink up at her. Surprised, then scared, then vanishing all together, with just the remnants of a half-nibbled wedge of cheese to confirm Marinette had seen what she’d seen.

Marinette is good at not saying the words which only Ladybug should know.

Plagg?

She stares into the after-image. The previews fall quiet, and kick into the next film. Marinette isn’t breathing right, but her heart is racing. That was Chat Noir’s kwami. She knows she didn’t imagine it. And Plagg hid himself from her, because she is Marinette, and not Ladybug.

In Adrien’s bag.

Why in Adrien’s bag?

Marinette’s breathing gets shallower. She digs her fingers deeper into the pocket, pressing against the sickly sweaty sides of cheese wedges, until she hits something smooth, something hard, something small. She clasps her fingers around it and raises a single silver ring from the bag’s depths.

Marinette isn’t breathing.

When was the last time she saw Chat Noir?

“Marinette?”

She stows the ring, and snaps to attention. Adrien’s footsteps had always been quiet. She hadn’t noticed him return. He hands her a water bottle, and she takes it with her unoccupied hand.

“Here, for the Advil,” Adrien says, and he offers the popcorn in turn, though he hesitates at the new look on Marinette’s face. “Marinette, are you—?”

“I’m—NOT feeling well, actually…” Marinette says along a shaky exhale. “I’m just gonna go home.”

“Oh. Here, I can walk you—”

“I’ll just call my dad! Really. I don’t want to get you sick.”

“Oh… Okay, well—”

Marinette shoves his bag back at him, and she tries for a nod to temper the look on Adrien’s face before she pivots and stumbles through the row of theater seats.

She presses her fingers against the ring in her pocket as she pushes out of the theater.

She has to get this back to Chat Noir.

(If he’s still alive.)

She has to protect her own Miraculous.

(Assuming Adrien doesn’t already know.)

She has to protect all the others too.

From Hawkmoth.

From Gabriel Agreste.

(From his son.)

Was it foolish of her? To assume she knew something Gabriel’s own son didn’t?

To assume she was protecting Adrien from this?

Was it because Adrien never seemed anything like Hawkmoth?

(Marinette doesn’t seem anything like Ladybug.)

Why did she assume that she and the other Miraculous carriers were the only ones good at it?

The night air feels so much colder now. It’s the sweat on her face.

The son of Hawkmoth had kidnapped Chat Noir’s Miraculous.

A car narrowly avoids her, blaring its horn as it sweeps around. Marinette only touches her fingertips to her pocket, ensuring the ring is still there. Her ears, touching the earrings in place. The ghost of Adrien’s kiss lingers on her forehead.

(Why should only one Agreste be Hawkmoth?)

Marinette has three secrets.

[rweoutofthewoods]

hey mere! so i just go around to reading tennessee baby and i just wanted to express my … disappointment i guess? don’t get me wrong here i love previous work vm usually u do jeggy so so much justice and i usually have such adoration for your characters but this one is really rubbing me the wrong way as james is essentially grooming reg and its promoting teachers and adults in general abusing their power with children. cause regulus might be of age but he’s still a child in comparison to james and just in general like 17-19 are still children they are teenagers and don’t have a fully developed brain and so the way you’re making it seem as if it’s regulus doing is just WRONG. like i don’t even have other word for it. and yes i get the whole don’t like it don’t read it but… how do you feel comfortable promoting stuff like this in the first place to your audience who previously hasn’t gotten the impression that you’d promote such violence in your fics yk?

anyways, i’m only sending this in hopes that you may have something say about it i guess cause as of right now i’m not sure if i’d even feel comfortable reading anything else you’d write in the future which is just heartbreaking to me as i’ve been following along with you for so long now!

If you have read my writing before then I hope you know that I don’t write anything as black and white. I write things that are purposefully wrong and the characters are supposed to be in the wrong.

This is something I run into a lot that is very frustrating to me because I can’t force anyone to understand my work. But I understand my work.

That is to say I’m not writing Tennessee Baby with the intention of saying any of this is good or alright. I’m not writing it to act like my characters are in the right. I don’t write things to be moral lessons on how a person should act because why should I? I plan my writing, I exist for it, I have thought out every single little detail and exactly what I’m portraying. which as the fic goes on, I think everyone will find is the exact opposite of “promoting violence” or any of this behavior to my audience.

So two things.

1. The fic is incomplete and very early in the story. Their relationship is just beginning and we’ve barely gone anywhere. It’s a bit premature to judge me morally on a story I’ve barely begun and I WILL touch on all the things and I’m not painting my characters as their actions being okay. But it takes time to write a story. You know who thinks regulus in control and at fault for their sexual relationship? REGULUS. In his pov only… maybe think about that and think about all the ways I’ve showed how he IS a kid despite being a legal adult. I know exactly what I’m writing, trust me. I think you don’t, and I can’t blame you bc the fic is so early in the plot, but it would be nice for people to trust me. Bc comments similar to your concerns pop up regarding a lot of my WIPs and I always know exactly what I’m doing and what my intentions are. So it’s a tad frustrating often feeling the need to defend my writing choices when ik if we just wait and read on everything will become clear.

2. I did warn multiple times exactly what the fic would contain and that it is immoral and it’s MEANT to be. None of this is supposed to be acceptable behavior and I have never acted as if it is.

So really I guess I’m a little disappointed in your response. If it’s not your cup of tea that’s fine! Not judging! It isn’t a nice happy unproblematic fic. If u went happy moral fluff there’s a million other fics for you. But this is the writer I am. I always HAVE been. I’ve written multiple cheating fics, I’ve written age gap, I’ve written characters killing people. Does that mean I believe in infidelity, murder, and student teacher relationships? no 😭that’s not how it works, and the things I write don’t morally define me at all. In fact most of my writing teaches a lesson. if you can’t understand that and don’t want to read my work anymore that’s fine, but I hope you consider why people might choose to purposefully write things that are wrong.

[lovelylotusf1]

hiya ❤️ noticed u said ur away from tumblr for a while so i hope u don’t mind me sending this in. i also hope everything in your life gets back on track as much as it can and that you feel better ❤️‍🩹 i stumbled across sweet kitten today and omg it’s a masterpiece… i’m obsessed. i love how clear it is that charles cares about max and understands how he can’t necessarily say some things or when to coax him through it (a little meanly) bc you’ve created a world where they’re so obviously in love ����

‘Charles is here and he will wait for however long it takes until Max is able to gather his thoughts’ is such a lovely line that really shows this and also makes the whole thing so much hotter because they trust each other so much. charles going through the names (hitting good boy as well) and then immediately recalibrating when he figures it out was sooooo !!

and then charles being that little bit mean while max is so desperate for it really truly made the whole fic like i just adore the dynamic and whiny bottom max and u have done it so brilliantly. “But don’t you think good kittens should say please?” was absolutely LETHAL once charles had established the correct boundary. and i think “Poor little kitty. You can't just meow and expect me to understand” truly cemented this as a fic of All Time for me.

sorry for literally quoting ur own fic back at u i just really need to impress upon you the way this has rewired my brain omg. ‘Charles smiles at him, the one where his dimples show, distracting from his brilliantly sharp teeth that are trying to sink into any weak spot he finds’ is SUCH a line and really shows how poor max got lulled into his false sense of security. “Then I will stay like this until you remember your manners. Bad boys need to do the work themselves” like life changing for max and i both clearly. “Oh, have I messed you up a bit too much?” totally sealed the deal. charles u know exactly what ur doing working poor max up and then making him pay for it.

the conversation at the end was also so lovely and honest and slice of life before max got banished to the shower… u can so tell how in enamoured they are with each other. i too like it when charles is mean to u max sorry to say. anyways so sorry for coming into ur ask box and ranting like this, just needed u to know how brilliant i think your writing, dialogue and characterisations are and to let u know that i will be the second chapter’s biggest fan!!!

Anon, I don't know what to say. This is probably my favourite message/comment I've ever gotten🥹 In fact, as soon as I have access to a printer, I will probably print this out and glue it into my notebook so I can re-read this over and over again.

Coming back to this after my short break is incredible, I'm literally shaking while trying to stop myself from crying.

I'm so glad you liked the fic! Sweet Kitten has become so special to me after hearing how much joy it gives people. Very happy that the love between Max and Charles comes across, because my main focus truly was trying to convey how well they know and trust each other! Hitting the balance between Charles being mean, but also showing how much he loves Max was truly a process that needed lots of editing and rewriting. Because smut is, above all, a character study for me, I am overjoyed when I hear that people liked the characterization :D

In hindsight, I'm sorry for saying chapter 2 will be out in a month because it has been over 2 and it's still not finished lmao. But it will be out! One day! The whole fic is currently sitting at 13k words, and if fic!Charles complies, it won't drag on for much longer.

Don't ever say sorry for coming into my askbox and "quoting my fic back at me", I love hearing people's thoughts and I loved every word of this!!!💗

[herofics]

Hey ! I seen your posts on teenage Touya ! And I really liked it ! Can I request you the same type of fic with teenager Touya x reader ? (where reader and him are already in a relationship) no problem if you don’t want, but thank you in advance :)

Have a nice day<3

(You said to send this like an ask so)

So this is a bit further into the future in the Dabi/Touya high school AU, I’m still probably going to write stuff that goes between this part and the previous one, but we’ll see. Anyway, part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here and part 4 here. I had to redo this twice because I wasn’t happy with it, and I’m still not sure I am, but I really just wanted to get this out. Might also be a bit of a mess tbh

You and Touya were going to celebrate your one year anniversary by going to an amusement park. You weren’t really that fond of the idea, but he had seemed excited about it, so you didn’t want to disappoint him, and you didn’t have any better ideas.

Your anniversary date happened to land on the weekend, so you didn’t even have to skip school to go to the amusement park. Which Touya probably wouldn’t have agreed to anyway, since his attendance record was excellent and he didn’t want to ruin it. He might have had a bad boy reputation at school, but he wasn’t like that, not really. He was very dedicated to his studies, unlike some others who had a similar reputation to him.

The two of you had agreed that you would come over to Touya’s, since the Todoroki residence was closer to the bus stop you needed to get to and you would walk to the bus from there, since it was just around the corner.

You were pretty nervous in the morning of the anniversary, because you weren’t a huge fan of amusement parks. You didn’t hate them, but they weren’t your favorite place either. Touya had suggested it and he had seemed excited about it and you just wanted to make him happy, so you had agreed to go.

Touya was looking forward to spending your anniversary with you. Honestly, he didn’t care how he’d spend it, as long as it was with you and he got to give you his gift. He had been racking his brain for months about what he wanted to get you, but he had finally found a necklace he liked the week before. He’d gotten the back of it engraved with his and your initials and the date you started dating.

When the doorbell finally rang, Touya basically leapt to open it.

“Hi” you said and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey sweetness” Touya smirked. “You ready to go?”

“Yep, you should grab a jacket or a hoodie though, you’re gonna freeze if the wind picks up”

“Nah, I’ll be fine” Touya said.

“Okay, have it your way, just don’t try to steal my hoodie when you get cold” you joked.

Touya rolled his eyes with an amused expression, and said: “We should go or we’ll miss the bus”

The two of you hurried out the door and walked to the bus stop. The sun was shining, and it was a pretty warm day, but you had a feeling the weather was going to turn. You didn’t have time to think about that anymore though, because you hopped on the bus and started heading towards the amusement park.

You sat next to Touya, who wrapped his arm around your shoulder and was staring out the window. You held your bag on your lap and leaned your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. Before you knew it, you had arrived at the amusement park. Luckily the place didn’t seem to be packed as full as usual.

“Where do you wanna go first?” Touya asked as you got your passes.

“I don’t know. To be honest I haven’t been to this amusement park before, so you’ll have to lead the way” you told him.

“Fine by me” Touya shrugged and grabbed your hand to lead you through the crowd of people.

A lot of your day was spent queuing for the different rides, but that gave you a lot of time to chat. Touya managed to convince you to get into many rides, and even though they looked scary at first, you had a good time. Everytime you got scared, you held his hand and it always made you feel better.

Touya went on a couple of rides alone, because you didn’t want to go on the fastest ones or the ones that went upside down. You waved at him from the ground every time though. Touya had noticed the wind picking up and the air getting cooler for a while now, but he wasn’t going to say anything, he didn’t want to give you the chance to tell him “I told you so”. You were bundled up in your hoodie, so he wasn’t even sure if you had noticed.

“So where next? We’ve been to almost every ride, or at least you have” you noted as Touya came off the big rollercoaster.

“What do you say we call it a day? I’ve been to everywhere I wanted to go anyway” Touya said

“Sure, we just need to buy some cotton candy, it’s a mandatory purchase at an amusement park” you smirked and took his hand, starting to drag him towards one of the many gift shops.

“Fine” Touya rolled his eyes, but followed you without resistance.

You got your cotton candy, and the two of you started to make your way to the exit and to the bus stop.

“What do you wanna eat when we get back?” Touya asked as you waited for the bus.

“Pizza?”

“Sure” Touya said.

You hopped on the bus and started your trip back to the Todoroki residence.

The half an hour went by fast and before you knew it, you were already walking back to Touya’s home. You had spent the trip in silence, which you didn’t actually mind, since it wasn’t an awkward silence.

As you got off the bus, you grabbed Touya’s hand. Your hands were cold and since he always ran a bit warmer than you, you figured it would be a good way to warm up.

“Are you cold?” you asked as you grabbed Touya’s hand and it was feeling quite chilly.

“I’ll warm up once I get indoors” he said nonchalantly.

You took off your hoodie and wrapped it around Touya’s shoulders, bundling him up in it as best you could.

“Why are you givin it to me? You’re gonna get cold, dumbass” he said, trying to give it back to you.

“It’s not a long way to your house so, I’ll be fine” you smiled and wrapped the hoodie around him tighter.

“Thanks” Touya said.

You walked the rest of the way to the Todoroki residence and when you got in, Touya immediately  gave your hoodie back to you. You followed him into his room and sat down on his bed as he went to find a hoodie from his closet.

“I’m gonna call the pizza place. Is the usual okay?” Touya asked.

"Yep" you answered and started going through your bag.

You were rummaging around your bag, trying to find the gift you had bought Touya. You finally found it as he ended the call and went to get something from his desk drawer.

Touya sat down next to you on the bed and noticed you were holding a small black box in your hands. It was very similar to the one he was holding.

He really hoped you would like the necklace. He was watching your expression as he handed you the box.

You accepted the box and opened it. Inside there was a beautiful silver necklace with a circular pendant that had a little swirl engraved on the front and your and Touya’s initials engraved on the other side.

“Omg, it’s so beautiful” you exclaimed, raising it up by the chain so it reflected in the light from the window.

Touya sighed in relief and said: “I’m glad you like it”

“I have something for you too” you said and grabbed your own box from your lap, handing it to him.

Touya took the box and opened it. You had gotten him a necklace with a square pendant, that had smaller squares engraved inside each other on the front and both of your initials engraved on the back.

“Wow” he said. “I’m never takin this off” he smirked.

“Oh thank god you like it” you sighed in relief.

“Of course I like, it looks cool and you got it for me”

“It’s kind of funny that we both got each other necklaces” you chuckled.

“You didn’t happen to consult that damn bird on what to get me, did you?” Touya asked jokingly.

“Well he is your best friend… but I’m admitting nothing” you grinned.

“I’m askin because I also asked him for an idea on what to get you”

“Ah, so he set us up”

“Basically”

You just looked at each other before you started laughing.

When you calmed down, you said: “Happy anniversary, Touya”

“Happy anniversary (Name)” he answered with a soft smile.

[freedomfireflies]

Okay, okay, okay. I have so much to say and I feel like I’m going to combust. Deep breaths as I try to get my thoughts and body under control.

First, I’ll just say… are you fucking kidding me? The girl in your new pfp is… you? Jesus Christ. You are literally. The dream….I don’t even know what to say. Wow. Blown away. You’re beautiful and precious and we must protect you at all costs. I’d follow you into battle. You are Y/N. And *don’t* argue with me. I already saw you do it with another anon. Sit there and take the compliment like the good girl you are (sorry, couldn’t help myself).

Okay, I can feel the shakiness creeping back into my body as I divulge on the second topic… Infinite You.

You know when you read something that just feels like it scratched the *perfect* itch in your brain? And maybe you didn’t even know it was itchy in the first place? When you read something that feels like someone ripped the words and feelings right from inside of you? Have you ever read something and thought, there’s not one part of this that doesn’t feel like it isn’t actually me? Like excuse me, who let this stranger know and understand me in such an intimate way?

I got so lost in Infinite You. I forgot I was reading. I felt like I was living it. And it was… unnerving. Eery. Uncanny. Like I physically I had to go somewhere private to continue reading it—and not for the obvious reasons, get your mind out of the gutter—but because I couldn’t keep reading *and* pay attention to how I was responding or my surroundings while I was. I didn’t want someone to see my facial expressions, or for someone to realize that every muscle in my body was strung up in nerves. I wanted to scrunch up into a ball and let myself… disappear into it. Let my eyes widen or my mouth smile or my cheeks flush and not worry about being seen. Because I was so deep in it that I physically *couldn’t* control any of those things (And I’ve gotten pretty good at schooling my expressions—reading so much smut in public, ya know.) And maybe that’s because I already felt so exposed, so vulnerable while reading it. I’ve read plenty of fics that made me giddy, made me blush, made me feel like I was glowing from the inside out. But by the end of this one, I was… tired. Like I’d gone through it too (minus the intense ecstasy of actually having mind blowing oral and penetrative sex with a perfect version of Harry lololol).

This is all probably coming out *not* sounding like a compliment. But I’ve meant it that way, I promise. I think it’s a testament to how brilliant and vastly unique your brain is. That you’ve created so many wonderful worlds and characters, and the fact that they speak to someone different each time. You are an incredible writer. And this one in particular, spoke to me (an anonymous user who you don’t know and therefore my last statement holds no meaning to you). But it means a lot to me.

So anyway. Sorry for spilling my guts all over you. I just… did not expect to be so affected when I started reading it.

Um… and again sorry if that didn’t sound like a good thing. It was. “Sad is happy for deep people”

So sorry for taking SO long to answer this, but please know, the moment I read it, I nearly burst into tears!!!!!!

This is truly one of the nicest things I could ever hear!!!! Honestly, I will never be able to thank you enough for taking the time to read the story and feel strongly enough about it to send me this 😭💞💞💞 I will be printing this out and plastering it all over my wall so I can look at it every day and smile!!! You are such a gem and I don't even have the words for how much I appreciate you!! Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! Will be crying indefinitely 😭💞

[ssreeder]

I know people have sort of asked before about your chapter outlines. And I was wondering if you’d feel comfortable posting one? It would be cool to see how you take ideas and what actually comes from the process of writing out a story. Especially for chapters like the prison breakout where it’s such a sudden shift in the story and characters are talking for the first time together.

I’ve tried to write a few original stories over the years but have never gotten past the first few pages. I’m not sure if it’s just my brain or if there’s something new I could try out. I really like your writing, so I figured something you’re doing in the idea and planning stage might be helpful. I’ve always been more of an artist so poetry and writing imagery is easy for me while dialogue is more of a struggle. I’ve read before about how you write notes about character interaction when an idea pops in your head which was helpful for the dialogue issue I have. I wouldn’t have thought to take notes on things so small but it does really help ti at least keep track of how characters view each other and that sort of thing. This ask became way longer than I intended so whatever additional advice you can give is great.

Hello!! Sorry it’s taken me so long to answer, but I’d love to help if I can! I’m sorry I don’t have any outlines from LIAB (idk what happened to those - maybe in a drawer somewhere?) but I do have them from RIA & ITF

I can show you an example if you’d like!

So I do all my outlines hand written because it’s what I like and I can take it wherever and idk it’s just a nice change from the normal typing. So excuse my messy hand writing and I hope it’s legible! I also can have it open next to me while I am writing and cross things off idk something so satisfying about pen. Call me old school lol.

So this was the outline for chapter 3 of ITF - & idk if it helps, but my notes go in order (usually) and I go by -POV -

- under each POV I add the main points I want discussed or any other things I want accomplished I also usually add bits of dialogue & major events.

I sometimes add little things here as it comes to me or if I’m like OH SHIT THIS TOO & I just write it in- I list the POVS in order at the end of my outline and cross them out as I go.

If this doesn’t help or you want other examples I have many more just DM me and I’ll be more than happy to send them or help you out anyway I can :)

GOOD LUCK WRITING ID LOVE TO KNOW WHEN YOUR FIC IS POSTED!!! :):):):)

[willowser]

hi hi!! i hope u are doing wonderful! i usually ask on anon but bc of recent circumstances i totally understand why u removed that option, so Hii <333

i have a recent thought and was just wondering what u think! I’m rewatching mha from the start lol and i was just thinking abt how many different quirks there was and it got me thinking what type of quirk u think would be compatible for bakugo?? I’ve always liked the idea of his partner being quirkless just bc of his past with Deku and idk i like the irony. But if he were to end up with someone who had a quirk or was also a pro hero, what would u think would be compatible with his? I love the cliche of opposites but idk what do you think?? (I’m sorry if you’ve touched on this already!!)

(also!! Sorry for this being so long hehe, but I’ve been reading fics on here for like 3-4 years now and i love reading x reader fics but I’ve never actually imagined myself as reader?? Does that make sense?? I create like this stunt double for myself almost, just a blank mystery face, but every single time I read something u wrote, i do see myself. And i feel like u have such an amazing inclusive way of writing!! So thank u!! I’m Latina and i saw that u are Hispanic? ((i apologize if I’m assuming)) so idk if maybe that’s why, but i hope other ppl on here of all walks of life feel the same way!)

Just wanted to say i think ur so great and it makes me so happy to see u doing well!!! Hope ur having a great week!! <33

oh HELLO SILLY GOOSE 🥺🩷✨️ what a cute way to call you ! 🥺 you're so sweet to come to me off anon, friend !! i feel like it can be so nerve-wracking, to be forthcoming like that 🥺 so i really appreciate you doing so just to be so nice to me akfbriskqlq ✨️

oh, what a fun question !! i do have thoughts on this !!! i've gotten into the habit of writing quirkless readers so that way we're more versatile, but !! when i started writing a pro-hero reader for a wip, i spent an agonizingly long time trying to decide what to give us LOL in the fic we are actually bakugou's partner, and i decided on sort of a sun/heat/energy related quirk ? i don't have many specifics, but it's literally like solar/heat charge kind of ?? and i really liked this idea because then it ends up making bakugou helpful to us !! rather than us helpful to him aifbfjsjq so that's fun !!

but i've also always liked air abilities, as well, i.g. air bending, and i think that could be beneficial to him, maybe ?? when i think about it, i think — the importance of adding oxygen to a fire, and i know his quirk isn't solely fire-focused, and it has more to do with his sweat and the right timing for combustion, but i still think it could be helpful ?? perhaps to help carry the effect, idk !! and then the last thing i thought of was something that would be very defense-focused for him, since he's such an aggressive fighter. a quirk which could help him from the blow-back of his own explosions (if he even needs that ?? which he might not and possibly has his own biological resistance to them or something) or to just be there for him in the exact right moment that he needs shielding, if that makes sense.

idk !!! tbh it really scrambled my brain for the longest time, trying to figure out support for him LOL bc he's such a versatile fighter, i think. he can do long range and short, he's good in hand-to-hand, he's wicked fast, like what could he need LOL so i think naturally something to defend him since he — really can't himself ?? without taking damage — or something that amplifies his ability, but even in saying that, his ability already has a large spread/effect/damage so, how much more can you amplify it, anyway ?? ANYWAY SORRY TO JUST RAMBLE AND RAMBLE SKFHEUWIQ

i also do not see myself !! i have a pretty stand-in for every single fic LOL but — what a wonderful comfort you have given me 🥺 you're so sweet 🥺 i'm so glad that you're able to see yourself !! we are together !! we are holding hands !!! how exciting 🥺 WAAAAHHH HOW WONDERFUL !!!! thank you thank you thank you 🥺🥺🥺✨️🩷🩷🩷

PLEASE tell me what your thoughts are !!! on the subject !!! i would love to know !!! 🥺🥺🥺

[tenelkadjowrites]

hello!!! i hope you’re doing amazing <3 i have two questions, cause i’m obsessed with ur blog and you’re the sweetest human ever to answer things, so i’m not scared of u (some blog owners just kinda gives me not so good vibes)

first, have u ever considered writing a best friend’s brother fic? i can picture it with anyone u write, but fr i think san would stand out more for the role iykwim

also!! u don’t rlly write about the other members, is it because u find it harder to fit in one of ur works? or anything else?

anyways, i hope u didn’t find anything i’ve said here offensive or anything. have a good week <3

this answer is gonna be long so i'm gonna add a cut.

first off, thank you so much for calling me sweet <3 it is really important to me that this blog feels comforting and welcoming (as much as a blog can be with the type of smut i post lol.) and that ppl can feel safe sending in questions or comments or even just random things about ateez or whatever.

as far as writing a best friend's brother, i haven't written that trope altho i've written reader sleeping with their brother's best friend with the idol taemin and my current seonghwa fic i am working on is also reader with brother's best friend. i just haven't gotten any inspiration to write best friend's brother yet, i just kinda go wherever my brain takes me lmao. altho that trope does sound fun! def a lot of promise for something smutty and enjoyable lol.

as for why i don't write about other members, it isn't anything against them. i love every single member of that group, they are my comfort and a source of great joy for me. but my brain leans into seonghwa because, when it comes to idols, he is just very special to me. i feel a kinship with him (as much as one can with an idol you know from a distance) in that he is oftentimes the caretaker (as the older sister, i relate.) he is extremely considerate, thoughtful, kind, and loving. i love that he is so open with his emotions that he isn't afraid to cry openly (not to get too personal on this blog but i cry a lot whenever i feel the need to since its healthy to do so) and his dedication to ateez and atiny touches me. on top of that, i think he is an incredible performer and he has an energy to him on stage that speaks to me. and of course, i find him just...insanely attractive.

because of all those reasons, he ends up being my muse and my inspiration for my fics. when my brain lobs me an idea for a fic, it is typically tied to hwa. if i swapped hwa out for another member, it wouldn't feel "the same" in my brain and therefore i believe the work would suffer for it if that makes sense.

i have gotten asked before, on and off this blog, about when or why i won't write for other members to the point where sometimes i catch myself debating if i should swap hwa out for someone else for a fic due to demand. but then i think that is a disservice not only to the member i'd swap with, who wouldn't be getting the proper treatment i give all my fics and characterizations, but also to myself as a writer who is now writing for the blog vs writing for myself and then posting it on the blog on the off chance others might enjoy what i write.

i've also said this before but it bears repeating because it is truly important to me but writing is me. writing is my heart, my soul, my joy and my passion since i was around six years old. it's saved my life, it's given me purpose, it's given me a happiness nothing else has. i write these fics because of the pure joy it gives me and i try very very hard to stick to that and share the stories to hopefully give others comfort and a place to escape to during moments of their life where they want to shut the world out. so i stick to writing mostly hwa because that is where my heart and creativity lies and my work is better for it! <3

i know this answer was soooo long and i hope that is okay if you, or anyone else, took the time to read this lol! but i really wanted to give this a good answer! thank you so much for taking the time to send in thoughtful questions and i hope i answered them in a way that made sense. <3 have a wonderful night/day!

[whenmuldermetscully]

XF Rewatch - S7 (X-Cops thru Je Souhaite) / long post

FPS — great. Hope that post-case bang got all the ya-ya’s out and then some. Congratulations, you two have found a system that works.

Theef — it’s been touched on, but goddamn do they like a good flirt at a crime scene. Poor Padgett rolling in his grave at all this free inspo

En Ami — I miss landlines. The ol call the house phone first then the cellphone… cute that she calls Mulder like a proper gf about going out of town but again…. NO CODE PHRASE. C’mon guys.

The more I watch this episode thru the lens that CSM is actually trying to put MSR closer together so she gets pregnant to continue his legacy, makes this episode a TEENSY bit better. But damn Scully’s got dealt such a hand for in-laws. …

The LGM I could never hate you. They’dve been the best uncles ever 😭

Yup I’m just accepting that CSM did all this just so he could push Scully into Mulder’s bed before the summer so she could get pregnant. If he did anything to Scully while asleep, it was to restore whatever was necessary for her fertility. Idk. This episode is just too oooogiee for me to accept otherwise. Anyway - Mulder looked hot.

Chimera — mmhmm. Scully is no better than Mulder when he goes off on a case without her. Basically calling him for no other reason than “hey…in case you forgot about me…” Scully and her cute lil whiny “Mulder… ☹️” ……….And ngl my brain could easily imagine a playful “gotta go ok bye love you” at any one of their phone conversations in this episode. It’s season 7… if we had gotten ONE “I love you”, then maybe we wouldn’t be begging for it 24 years later —WHICH we still haven’t gotten mind you

Once again watching EVERYONE ELSE have sex except the people who deserve it. My god. What a waste.

All things — gotta love that this episode starts off with them post-coital as the x file.

‘Scully… you little victim.’ - sorry I struggle with this episode as much as there is a lot of things I love happening in it.

I do love the universe intervening… Mulder leading her even when he’s not. All roads back to Mulder.

Daniel is such a…. Scully, I could never. One thing that is so — heartbreaking to see is how open and receptive she is to Daniel and not Mulder. It really gives such an insight to what’s all going unsaid. Even more so after being with Mulder, she’s still unsure or unwilling - it’s like how long babe 🥺? How long have you been feeling this way alone?

But I do love that she told Mulder everything and of course the conclusion that it was always Mulder. Anyway, William. That was when mommy first said I Love You to daddy (I don’t know where I place conception… sometimes it’s here, sometimes it’s Hollywood AD…) I mean you know Scully’s in her feels when she starts monologuing.

I don’t care for ‘all things’ first time fics, but I do go balls to the wind for a solid all things first ILY fic.

Brand X — sassy Skinner is my favorite. Tough break for MSR mannn. They just *waves hand* you know? And now Mulder got BUGS in his chest. Even tougher break for Scully because this makes 2 lovers on their ‘deathbed’ back to back…… but you know what, knowing what’s coming in s8.. I just want to hold Scully and close her eyes because actual hell is on the horizon that makes this look like a cake walk

Hollywood AD — I have so many questions about the opening scene, the lines in the coffin… we got: flashlight/dick joke, 7years waiting, bees, and making out? Because that all means there was some kind of disclosure made or at least conjecture

Scully being described as “Jodie Foster’s foster child on a payless budget” is my new bio.

4 weeks probation…. What did you guys do with your time?

Flirty playful MSR makes me sad because i want to see playful, carefree, goofy domestic MSR

And Chuck. WHERE DID HE GO? I like him! He knows things. He should’ve been a regular

Je Souhaite — aww look at that… our last glimpse of happiness. They’re just… a couple in love investigating these low risk cases, relaxing the night away with beer and movies and sex and all is GOOD. If she’s not already pregnant, she will be 😭 they’re so happy. I—

[wolfsbane-and-nettles]

Writer ramble:

I’m a huge fan of writing your trauma into fics. The level of thereputicness I’ve experienced in putting what I go through or have gone through onto my Blorbo has helped me immensely.

It’s helped me overcome a lot, and understand a lot about myself and what I’ve been through, as well as help me forgive those who have wronged me (my choice, no one is obligated to forgive anyone for anything).

That being said, I’ve got one fic idea in mind that I’ve felt conflicted about writing. It makes me feel better, and I know it is a story I’d want to read…but I always get worried about comments like…

-how dare you condone this

-by writing this you inspire others to do bad things

-this is disgusting and you should feel bad

….and so on. I’ve seen so many amazing fics get these sort of comments simply because they’re writing about bad things happening to good people. It irks me…

I get writing these comments if perhaps it wasn’t tagged, or if the author clearly is saying “do bad things”…but I’ve never seen that.

Now, I can handle rude comments. I’m happy to say I’ve never gotten anything rude from this fandom, and I’m so thankful for that. Everyone is always lovely and kind and I am scared if put our blorbo’s through something that is based on my trauma, then the kindness I’ve been shown will disappear.

I’ve got so many WIPS but this one fic is filing my brain to the point I can’t focus on any of them, yet my fear keeps be from writing it. It is one of those fics where it isn’t just about writing it, but also the relief that comes with publishing and sharing, ya know?

Anyways, just wanted to ramble and get that out.

[access--granted]

Hey, I hope you’re doing okay! (on anon because i’m a bit socially anxious, but i want to talk to people, too! crazy how the brain lacking some chemicals can make you feel so weird.) Anyway! Here are my questions:

What inspires you to write?

What is your favorite genre to read/write?

Lastly, gentle reminder to take care of yourself! You’ve gotten this far, and that’s something to be proud of! Life is really, really hard. It’s more than okay to struggle. No matter what your brain tells you, it doesn’t make you any less deserving of love or happiness or success. Remember, you’re not alone. I hope you have a good day/night! 💚

Hi, lovely anon! I'm doing okay, thank you, and I hope you are too! It's totally okay for you to be on anon anytime. Even if you want to stay on anon each time you pop by, you can give yourself an emoji to go by, if you like!

You've asked a couple of really great questions here, so forgive me while I ramble a bit, haha.

My two biggest inspirations for writing are a combination of music and my favourite tv/movie/game characters.

I often write fic based on lyrics or the theme that I feel they fit into. Sometimes, the song doesn't even have to have lyrics, but if it makes me feel a certain way, I'll write a story based on that feeling! It's a pretty odd process, but it works well for me and provides much inspiration. When the song fits the vibe of a certain character well, too, that's a massive bonus.

Sometimes, looking at art inspires me to come up with a baseline plot, too. Imagery is an important thing to me, even though I'm still a little rusty at writing to set the atmosphere.

As for what genres I enjoy writing/reading the most... hmm. I've gotta go with romance being my top go-to for both, but angst is also up there, too. Nothing beats a sad ending or a tragedy, in my opinion.

Thank you for your sweet words at the end, lovely anon! Life is definitely hard at times, but I'm always seeking out and remembering all the things and people that make me happy. I hope you take care, and have a lovely day/night too. 🤍

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

this post has been in my likes for a while and i kept meaning to reblog it but i was having a hard time finding the words to express what i wanted to say

anyway this letter has actually been making me tear up for weeks now bc like. ok. this is gonna take a sec to explain:

so ive been active in the ofmd fandom since like april 2022 and while the majority of the content on here is reblogs, i also have been pretty regularly posting original stuff since like june or july 2022, primarily metas and shitposts.

but i’m definitely not posting as much as i used to (i think fall 2022 was my most prolific posting period) bc my life circumstances have changed and i dont have as much free time and energy as i did a year ago. and this is a good thing for me! im very happy with how my life is going rn! but i do miss getting to dedicate more of my time to thinking and talking abt gay pirates.

more than that tho. i also consider myself a half decent writer and like a pretty mediocre artist (and i don’t say that to be self deprecating, i’m not insecure abt where my skills are at for things that are essentially silly hobbies. worrying too much abt quality takes the fun out of it for me). and i’ve posted like a handful of scribbley ofmd doodles and one chapter of an abandoned WIP that i dislike now and actually don’t want anyone to read.

and sometimes i feel kinda? guilty?? about that?? not so much abt not posting as much anymore, bc like i said, i’m busier these days and that’s a good thing. it’s more abt art and fic, especially fic bc i actually have been writing a lot of ofmd stuff it’s just all WIPs, like i have more ofmd WIP files on my google drive than i can count and absolutely none of it is worth sharing. i’ve been telling myself i’m gonna write all this ofmd fic and then i never finish anything and sometimes it feels like i’m… idk, not doing enough for the fandom??? i feel like i should be Contributing More. like it is my civic duty and i’m letting my siblings in fandom down. and no, i don’t know why i feel this way.

anyway i have always been a big fan of rambling in the tags but i often like, forget other ppl can see them (which has gotten me in trouble before lol). in my brain, talking in the tags is like talking out loud for my own benefit.

idk i’m getting really teary realizing someone actually noticed and appreciated me doing that, that even when i’m not making any content myself or not as much of the content i want to be making or i’m making less content than i used to, i’m still contributing to the fandom in some way by cheering on other creators who have more time and/or energy to create more than i do. like i said, i’m mostly talking in the tags for myself, but i’m so so glad that ppl appreciate my thoughts and i’m so glad it’s encouraging to other fans. there is a lot of talent and a lot of love in this fandom and even tho it’s uhhh Rough Sometimes im still really fuckin glad to be here with y’all <3

For @ourflagmeansgayrights who I've never spoken to but who always reblogs with such lovely tags for all artists and gif makers and meta writers, and seems so so kind ❤️ thank you for keeping creators going!

Hi @ourflagmeansgayrights! You've received a lovely letter. 💌