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TBT: Today’s story from 2018 will keep you on the edge of your seat. Please enjoy “Case0215” by @bonniebird17 !

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CursebreakerThe Ghost Prince.

Cursebreaker—The Ghost Prince. https://ift.tt/vYCODdS by Dragondriver22 Old accounts: bonniebird17 & Heartbreakbalcony. Princel Galien II Varceid—Second in line to the throne, and publicly known as The Ghost Prince, did not dream like ordinary men. His dreams were as ruthless as he was, if not even more frightening. They would without a doubt be categorized as nightmares to others, but Galien loved the fire, the bloodshed, and hearing the screams of his enemies being silenced in the far distance, and he always woke up feeling victorious. That was until he began to dream of her. Words: 1391, Chapters: 1/30, Language: English Fandoms: Outlander Series - Diana Gabaldon, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, House of the Dragon (TV), Original Work Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Galien II Vercid Relationships: Galien/Allyria, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen Additional Tags: ”Alternate Universe - Voldemort Wins, Explicit Sexual Content, I'm Bad At Tagging, WILL BE A LOT OF SMUT, Angst with a Happy Ending, Not Canon Compliant, like at all, Obliviate | Memory Charm (Harry Potter), ”foy, Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, Pining Draco Malfoy, Oh the violence, Memory Alteration, Smut has arrived 🔥, LET THE MADNESS BEGIN, BAMF Hermione Granger, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Where did this fluff come from?, Unreliable Narrator, HEA TAG STAND THROUGHOUT, NO AFTERLIFE SORT. via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/gLhMOG0 August 22, 2024 at 10:46PM

[purpleheatherdream]

Swing It by @bonniebird17

Claire Randall needs to attend her husband, Franks boss party, irritated she do as told but the big surprise is when she gets there, she has to leave her key by the door.

Now complete!

[eclecticstarlightconnoisseur]

Edinburgh To Boston

Hello, I’m back again giving this another try at writing a fanfic. As you can guess this precedes my first fic A Call from the Mayor. Basically, this is about how Jamie and Claire finally realized that they were in love. This will be a multichapter story.

I need to thank two very special writers, @jmoonrise and @curlsgetdemgurls for their encouragement and beta.

I hope you like it.

I give you:

Edinburgh to Boston

Prologue

We all have a destiny.  Some of us are destined to be lawyers, doctors, nurses, politicians, superstar athletes, movie stars, spouses, parents, or lovers.

How do we achieve our Destiny? Some philosophers are of the belief that our destiny is preordained even before we are born. One's Destiny, if you subscribe to this belief, is written in the stars.

Other thinkers espouse the concept that we arrive at our Destiny through our own behaviors. We are the makers of our own Destiny. What we do, or say, or don't do or say will influence the outcome of our Destiny.

But what happens when we ignore the call of our Destiny and walk right by it?

That my friend is when Fate can step in. Fate presents us with the necessary opportunities to attain our Destiny. Fate may lend a hand to the matter to goose things along as it were. Particularly when your Destiny is staring you right in the face and you are too blind or too afraid to see it.

This is the story of two would be lovers, one Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp and one James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser who have been and are destined to come together. They are soul mates, destined to become one with each other. But because they have allowed their fears to guide them, they have remained in the dreaded relationship called - friends.

That is until Fate steps in to give these two eejits a swift kick in the arse.

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Edinburgh to Boston

Chapter One - The Airport

"Well, it's about time, Fraser!" Dr. Claire Beauchamp huffed making no effort to hide her annoyance. "If you were any later, you would have missed the flight."

"Aye, aye Beauchamp, I ken," apologized Dr. James Fraser. "There was more traffic heading to the airport which delayed me."

He looked remarkably put together for a man in a suit and overcoat and remarkably not in the least bit breathless despite sprinting through Edinburgh airport with his luggage and that damn oversized messenger bag that he always carried.

"Besides Beauchamp, when have I ever let ye down?"

Claire glared at her colleague, friend, her surgical partner, "Humph, I thought this was going to be...Rome all over again."

James’ face turned a bright red, his normally placid sky blue eyes darkened, narrowing to slits emphasizing their cat-like shape.

"Dinna bring up the Rome trip. Ye ken fine well that I had a skiing accident a few days before we were to leave."

Oh, Claire did ken alright.  The weekend before our trip to Rome for a Cardiothoracic surgery conference was the annual ski trip that several of the surgical attendings went on. That year they went to Glencoe Mountain. Among those going were Angus Moor, MD, general surgery, Ian Ross, MD, ENT, Rupert Mackenzie, MD, orthopedic surgery, Iona Baird, MD, vascular surgery and last but most certainly not least Laoghaire Mackenzie, MD, plastic surgery who wanted to sink her manicured claws into my partner.

She with a face so smooth and so frozen as to be expressionless when she spoke. Claire wondered how her mouth moved. Did she give herself her own Botox injections? If she stopped would her face fall down?  Be nice Beauchamp, she thought.

"What was it you broke, your leg was it?" she asked sweetly.

James flushed hotly. "Ye ken it wasna my leg."

"It was my arse" he mumbled.

"I beg your pardon. I didn't quite hear you."

"I broke my arse. The coccyx bone. It hurt like the devil. I couldna sit, spent most of my time on my belly or using the doughnut to sit on. Are ye satisfied now?" He was blushing furiously from his neck right up to his hairline. His ears must have been burning as they were bright red. "Rupert offered to fix it. I told him it would be a cold day in hell before I let him near my arse."

Claire turned around to stare at his injured arse lifting up the skirt of his suit jacket. It looked the same to her. In fact, it looks fine, very fine indeed. What I wouldn't give to just... Did I just think that?

"Dinna be staring at my arse, Beauchamp." He brusquely swatted my hand away from his jacket. "It hasna changed at all!"

An elderly couple sitting in the same waiting area were busy watching this exchange with a smirk on their faces trying very hard not to laugh.

"Have a care Beauchamp, do ye no realize we are in public and people are watching?" A second later, "If ye wanna look do it in private," James murmured so softly as to be almost unintelligible, but Claire heard him.

"Pardon? I didn't get what you last said."

"Nuthin'."

"Just consider it professional curiosity, Fraser, is all." Claire snorted letting out with another loud guffaw.

"And did Laoghaire apply ice packs to your bum for you?" By now Claire was roaring with laughter. Tears were rolling down her face, her sides ached, and she could not get her breath.

Dr. James 'my body is a temple'  Fraser, who never ate anything unhealthy, worked out daily, took the stairs instead of the elevator, all-around athlete and horseman, broke his arse skiing. It was just too much.  Claire managed to catch her breath long enough to ask him how he had sustained such an ignoble injury.

James, a true born Scot, loved to tell stories. He entertained everyone from patients to nursing staff, to the office staff with stories from the Highlands. Stories of selkies, faeries, water horses, magic stones were told and told often to the delight of everyone. Now, despite the fact that he was telling a very embarrassing personal story, he settled into his storytelling mode.

"The lads and I had a wee bit too much to drink with lunch, ye see."

She could see.  Whisky was James' only vice and he could easily have had one too many at lunch.

"So, since I was the best skier in the group, the lads challenged me to ski the Flypaper. Do ye ken the Flypaper, Beauchamp?"

She shook her head no.

"Hum, weel the Flypaper is considered the steepest slope in all Scotland. Some say maybe it is the steepest in all Europe. It is considered a black run, for experts only. So I took the challenge." He shrugged.

"After having too much to drink, you decided it was a wise choice to ski down this black slope thing? Fraser, what were thinking?" By now Claire wasn't laughing anymore, she looked at him as if he was desperately in need of a brain transplant. Heart transplants she could do, brain transplants, no.

"Obviously, Beauchamp, no much,” James said wryly. “The slope is quite steep maybe 40 to 45 degrees, ye ken. So there I am in my tuck, sliding, gliding along, feeling so free.”

“You mean drunk, don’t you Fraser?” 

James glared at her.

“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, my skis hit a rock outcrop that was buried under the snow and I went sailing so high, I felt like a bird. I could see everything and everyone around me. It was beautiful. Until I landed on my arse and bounced down the slope for a while before I came to a stop.” 

James stopped momentarily in the telling of his story to look at Claire giving her a rather sheepish grin. Claire’s eyes began to crinkle with mirth all while biting her lower lip in an attempt not to laugh.

“I didna feel anything at first having been properly medicated, so I finished the run. By the time I got to my room, it was quite a different story. My arse hurt sae bad, I couldna walk, sit or do much of anything else. Rupert said I had broken my coccyx and there was naught to do about it except rest, ice it, and take some non-steroidal pain meds.  I told ye that Rupert jokingly offered to fix it, but I declined."

Claire began to laugh again, imagining him flying in the air, then landing on his bum bouncing his way down the ski slope.  Her sides were hurting, it was hard to catch her breath, and tears were rolling down her face. She felt like she couldn't stand anymore, so she did the next best thing and leaned into James’ chest.

I looked up into his clear blue eyes, now shining bright with laughter. His lip was curled up into his trademark half smile. Slowly, his arms came round to hold me.

"'Tis funny now, I'll tell ye, but it wasna then. Ye were right about Laoghaire. Laoghaire did offer to bring the ice, but I said nay. Rupert got it for me. For my troubles the lads bought me a bottle of Glenfiddich 30-year-old single malt whisky. Havena opened it yet. Ye like to take a dram or two do ye no, Claire?"

Her breathing began to ease and she suddenly became aware that she was in James’ embrace. His blue eyes were intent on her. His head lowered and he looked like he wanted to kiss her and kiss her for all she was worth. Quickly, Claire took two steps back breaking the embrace.

"Well, Fraser, I hope you learned your lesson," she said rather sternly, "not only did you break your arse, but you broke your word to your partner. Rather bad form don't you think?."

"Aye, Beauchamp, I did and it was. You have my deepest apology for my poor judgment and behavior. I left ye stranded and that was wrong of me. I am yer partner, yer friend, and ye should be able to count on me. I promise ye it will never happen again. I dinna make idle promises Beauchamp. Ye have my word.” 

He looked at me rather strangely just then. There was the distinct feeling that I was looking at a Highlander, a warrior making his vow of fealty to his laird or perhaps to his lady. His piercing blue eyes stared straight into my soul. All the hairs along the nape of my neck and on my arms stood up. My heart began to beat faster.  How odd.

The old woman sitting on the hard plastic chair nudged her husband in the side with her elbow, "Ye see Harry, I told ye. They're in love.  They just dinna ken it yet." She softly chortled.  Her husband smiled lovingly at her, brought her aged work-worn hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly.  He nodded in agreement, "Just as I love ye mo ghràdh."

Flight 9838 Edinburgh to Boston Logan International Airport now boarding at Gate 43. Please have yer boarding passes ready.

[gotham-ruaidh]

Is there a new prompt this week?❤️😘

Hi @bonniebird17!

I’ve decided to put the Writing Workshop on hold while Season 4 airs. Dinna fash, it’ll be back once Droughtlander returns, which will be soon enough.

In the meantime - below are all the prompts to date. Catch up on any you may have missed!

Week 1: Which door?

Week 2: Exulansis  (the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it—whether through envy or pity or simple foreignness)

Week 3: It seemed like a nice neighborhood to have bad habits in

Week 4: So much work remains

Week 5: Birds out of a cage

Week 6: You can’t dwell on it

Week 7: Woe is all I possess

Week 8: Fugitives from the law of averages

Week 9: It was there with every breath

Week 10: I had to face the who am I, who is she, what did I do

Week 11: We didn’t talk about such things

Week 12: I can’t go on. I’ll go on.

Week 13: The smile was a little forced, but it lasted

Week 14: He was in the course of running away from his previous life

Week 15: Why bother?

Week 16: Help me

Week 17: So what?

Week 18: Wide awake

Week 19: Not yet

Week 20: Five years

Week 21: Angel, forest, train

Week 22: Turquoise, emerald, topaz

Week 23: You want to hear more

Week 24: Six months

Week 25: And slept

Week 26: Bad weather

Week 27: I haven’t

Week 28: Where there is love, there is no imposition

Week 29: At some point, it really doesn’t matter

Week 30: Can’t stand

Week 31: accuttufarsi (a Sicilian verb, which means both to be beaten up and to withdraw from human society)

Week 32:  I’d rather not love anyone

Week 33:  I understand none of those things

Week 34: The silence was perfect

Week 35: Static

Week 36: I hear you’re constantly seen drunk in the middle of the afternoon

Week 37: Love makes me hate the world

[1vesuvius1]

Episode 409,,  Wow!

My first post so be patient....I’ve seen/heard some comments about Claire/Cats performance at those table shots .I watched again and see what they are talking about. 

The first sitting happens while Jamie and Bree have not gotten to know each other.  Claire seems uncomfortable with Jamie’s affection.  The cheek kiss and the hand holding on the table.  She realizes that B may think she is disrespecting Frank by showing affection to/from Jamie.

Notice the difference in the later table scene with them sharing honey.  These two have creating an obvious bond...Claire just beams at Jamie/Bree.  She is so proud of her family.  All under one roof for once.

what do you think?

[thebeautyis]

10 , 34 , 35 😏💛

10. what do you wish you hated, but actually like? haha Outlander/Sam and Cait? in all honesty, I can’t really think of anything else. My commute constantly has the potential to be terrible and filled with hatred and frustration but I actually tend to enjoy it (most of the time) so maybe that too.

34. what food do you binge on when you’re lazy? like sitting around the house doing nothing? I usually have some form of chip in my kitchen. lately it’s been either kettle corn chips or pirate booty. or string cheese. or cereal.

35. when you get angry, how do you show it? depends on why I’m angry. sometimes I’ll cry, other times I vent to my friends/roommate/whoever will listen. I got really angry at myself earlier this week for a mistake I made and I did all of the above haha

send me obscure questions!

[whiskynottea]

We’ll rise up (French Revolution AU) -- Masterlist

1789 Claire and Jamie, both in their mid-twenties, live in Paris. During the storming of the Bastille, their lives are going to change forever.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13  Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20

AO3

poster by the wonderful @bonniebird17

drawing for chapter 12 by the amazing @cantrixgrisea

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HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY VIC (@bonniebird17) ♥️

Amazing mum and fic writer - whose book (!!!) comes out in 10 days (MAKE SURE TO CHECK IT OUT on IG @alexaseries; shameless plug 😝) - and someone I'm lucky to call my friend! 🙏🏼

Love you, V! Hope you have an amazing day! HAPPY 26TH 💛

[thelallybrochlibrary]

Hi guys, 

You are looking for Swing It by @bonniebird17​! 

Happy reading, 

Do you know the story’s name where Claire is married to Frank and they go to a swingers/key party and she ends up with Jamie?

Paging our knowledgable friends at @thelallybrochlibrary for this one!

[purpleheatherdream]

This is inspired by the AMAZING story by @bonniebird17, 14 Days and 14 Nights, specifically Chapter 12. If you have not read the story or are not caught up on it, GO READ IT RIGHT NOW!!!!!

Read Chapter 12

Read from the beginning

[eclecticstarlightconnoisseur]

A Call From The Mayor

This is my first ever fanfic.  I am so nervous and terrified about posting this, but here goes nothing. I want to thank LadyVioletHummingbird for her support and encouragement. Without it, this fanfic would not be here.

Just a wee bit of background about this story.  I live in a suburb of NYC.  This weekend it was predicted that there would be snow, turning to rain followed by freezing temperature, an arctic blast by Monday.  The Mayor of my city sends out public service phone calls to the residents of the city with helpful information as to what to do for different emergencies. This led me to wonder what would happen if Jamie and Claire got such a call.

Please enjoy.  Any constructive thoughts, comments would be appreciated. I give you:

A CALL FROM THE MAYOR

My phone rang disturbing the peace and quiet of the morning. Without a thought as to who would be calling, I unlocked the phone and mumbled a soft "Hullo?"

A smile broke out on my lips. "Why, yes. Of course, you are most certainly right. I will take every precaution. Thank you for calling." I ended the call and replaced my phone on the bedside table wanting nothing more than to snuggle down into my cozy bed and return to the land of Morpheus.

A large warm arm reached out and pulled me closer to an equally warm chest.  

"Who was that, Sassenach?"

I turned to face the large Scot lying in bed with me, "Oh, just the mayor of the city is all."

"And, what did his honor want at this hour?" Jamie said in a low husky voice which I attributed to his just awakening. He began nuzzling and nipping at the tender skin of my neck. His hand moved from around my waist upwards over my ribs stopping to cup my breast, gently circling around my nipple causing it to raise, harden, and pebble beneath his expert touch.

"Ah,...well... mmmm." I was becoming distracted by his ministrations.

"Sassenach, ye were saying, hmmmm?"  Jamie ran his tongue over a tender spot on my neck that he had bit then began to blow on the area to cool the sting of the bite. He pinched my nipple hard between his thumb and index finger causing me to squeak.

I shifted myself around so as to face him. His eyes, normally a beautiful clear deep blue much like the ocean, had become tempestuous, dark, and churning like waves in a hurricane. I could see the want in his eyes. The want for me.

Jamie's calloused hand slid down over the planes of my body in a quest to reach my arse. Upon arriving at the objet d'amour, he began to fondle, squeeze, and knead it almost to the point of pain. Slowly his hands rose over my back, almost reverentially, pulling me closer to him so as to meld our bodies together.

No beginning, no end.

His scent assailed me. Sleeping male, musk, and something uniquely just Jamie.

His breathing was slow, heavy, warm on my skin causing my breath to hitch.

He smiled at me wickedly. He was a predator and I his prey.

I felt the need for him building deep in my belly, an aching, wanting need.  There was a growing wetness, slickness between my thighs. I knew I was lost.

He brought his lips to mine in a kiss that was ever so tender perhaps even best described as chaste which I found to be incongruous with his look and behavior.

"Mo ghraid, ye still havna told me what the mayor wanted." Jamie's hand slipped between my legs, feeling the warmth and wetness of me. My legs parted giving him the room he needed for access to the most intimate part of my body.  His thumb had found my core. He stroked it lightly at first in a circular motion then began applying increasing pressure.  One finger slowly stroked along my entrance, finally entering me. It was soon followed by another.

"He, ah, he, ah. Well, that is to say. Mmmmm. YES, just there. Oh god! Jamie don't stop."

"Give me yer mouth Sassenach" he growled.  

And I did. He kissed me hard, hard enough to bruise. His tongue caressed my lips seeking entry. My lips opened to him; his tongue began the journey to seek out its quarry. His tongue began it duel with mine, thrust, and parry, swirling, probing, tasting.  We broke apart only for the need for air.

I felt his warm mouth take my nipple one then the other and sucked it hard increasing the sensations coursing through my body.  I could feel myself reaching my peak, coming closer, ever closer to the precipice. Trembling, I was trembling, writhing in ecstasy, grasping the linen of the bed. Breath uneven, mewling sounds, profanity graced my lips.

"Oh god, oh god! Jamie, I need ...I, I,... ahhhh."

"What do ye need lass, tell me, tell me what ye want. I want ye to feel good," he whispered as his teeth raked over the shell of my ear.

He left wet kisses trailing across my body; his eyes never leaving mine.

"I..I..you, I want you, now inside me. Jamie, please."

"Do ye now?" somewhere in the fog of my mind, I thought I heard him chuckle sounding rather pleased with himself.

He rose over me kneeing my legs further apart and in one swift movement entered me sheathing himself to the hilt. A sword and its scabbard. We were one and riding the waves of our pleasure together surging forward coming to an inexorable completion.

We lay sated and happy wrapped in each other's arms, limbs twined together. The glow of love around us. My head rested on his chest, moist from his exertions listening to his heartbeat, for me. I sighed contentedly and closed my eyes planning to return to sleep.

"Claire."

"Hmmm?" I purred contentedly.

"What did the mayor want?"

"Oh! He placed a public service call, telling the citizenry of the impending snow storm and what precautions they should take in case of things like power outages and downed trees.  He also urged everyone who is not needed to stay home because of the ice that will accompany the snow. Roadways are expected to be treacherous. You know things like that."

"And ye thanked the recording for calling?"  Jamie quirked a ruddy eyebrow and looked questioningly at me as if I had taken leave of all my senses.

"Well, yes, I mean if the mayor took the time to make the recording, I thought I should at least thank him for it. You know be polite. Don't you think?"

"Lass, ye ken he that he canna hear ye. He will never ken that ye thanked him, don't ye? It was just a wee recording."  His eyes were alight with love as he gazed at me. He smiled that half smile that curled up his lip that I so loved.

"Jamie", I sighed with exasperation, "I am well aware that it was only a recording and not a real person.  I know that his honor will never know that I thanked him." I looked at him as if he were the one who was daft for thinking I couldn't tell the difference.

"What I really was doing was thinking out loud. I was just stating the fact that no one had to worry about the Frasers as they would be spending the weekend safely tucked in bed doing what we just did." I turned my head looking at him over my shoulder and gave him my most sultry and seductive smile. Or at least I had hoped so.

He looked at me for a long moment taking me in and then roared out a laugh that shook the bed. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes, gasping for breath, and turned the most lovely shade of rose from laughing so hard.

Jamie slowed his breathing allowing it to come back to him while rubbing at his eyes wiping away the tears.

"Oh Christ, lass, loving ye will be the death of me. Come here my wee vixen and let me love ye again."

[thelallybrochlibrary]

CATEGORY LIST: Police Officer Jamie

Here at you guys with another category list! This one includes modern AUs where we find Jamie as a law enforcement officer. We hope you enjoy these stories as much as we do! Happy Reading!

CASE 0215 by @bonniebird17​

Detective James Fraser moved from Scotland to New York after his wife, Claire died. A woman is found dead in her apartment and with his new partner Jeremy Foster, he investigates who the killer is.

But one day, he sees someone familiar, the woman’s resemblance to his dead wife is remarkably.

This story is followed by two sequels: Case 407 and Case 3017.

Clair(e)voyance by @notevenjokingfic​ 

Arcs: (2) (3) (4) (ficlets)

Detective Sergeant James Fraser and Chief Medical Examiner Claire Randall. Both are perhaps a little jaded, and shut off from the world, until the other steps into theirs. It’s supernatural. Intrigue. Romance. Murders. Mystery. All of that and so, so much heart. It’s the telling of several different cases that span over their partnership – which is a word that comes to take on several different meanings as the story goes on. And each case is more interesting than the next.

Dark Shines by @kalendraashtar

Haunted by a difficult past, James Fraser fully dedicates himself to his job as a criminal profiler for the New Scotland Yard. As a series of ritualistic and gruesome murders shakes Edinburgh to its core, he is forced to dive deep into the underworld and seek help from a modern day witch, the mysterious Claire Beauchamp.

Pain by Counting_the_stars

James Fraser is a detective/ police officer, following the case of Jack Randall, when he is captured by the man himself.

Woman of Balnain by @suhailauniverse

Special Agent Claire Beauchamp finds herself working a case of a missing young woman and unexpectedly partnered with a highly unorthodox Detective who challenges her in ways she never thought possible. Little did she know, this was the beginning of a journey that would change her life forever.

*As always, let us know if there are any more we need to add to the list!

XX, The Librarians

[rochibolettieri]

TOP 10 MOVIES

Rules: post ten gifs of your favorite movies without naming them and then tag ten people.

I was tagged by the lovely @mycaitbalfeshrine ❤️❤️❤️

Ps: I must warn you I'm not a cinephyle and most of these movies are very commercial (and I bet I forgot a fave 😁)

I tag: @tamilovessamcait @cozyweatherlover @sassenachwriter @lovelycat74 @curlsgetdemgurls @bonniebird17 @amountofcuriosity @julesbeauchamp @boyneriver-fraser @xsamcaitmix and whoever sees this and wants to do it!

[kalendraashtar]

Appreciation ask. You are fabulous, you are incredible and your stories are magnificent. ❤️ spread the love and tag the writers you appreciate.❤️

Thank you, you beautiful human you! All my love back at ya for spreading this positivity! ❤️

All my respect, awe and gratitude for @notevenjokingfic, @missclairebelle, @laythornmuse, @holdhertightandsayhername, @sassenachwaffles, @convivialcamera, @whiskynottea, @balfeheughlywed, @phaedrecameron, @mybeautifuldecay, @suhailauniverse, @marlosbooknook, @akb723, @betweensceneswriter, @bonniebird17, @bonnie-wee-swordsman, @claryclark, @westerhos, @curlsgetdemgurls, @thescarlettpeacock, @jack-andthestalk, @written-rebellion, @lenny9987, @gotham-ruaidh, @pissedoffsoka13, @magnoliasinbloom and probably a few more I’m missing! X

[desperationandgin]

Since you have finished (or almost finished) DATRIL, have you ever considered going ahead and posting the entire work on A03? I swear, it is like reading a book. One that I would not be able to put down and stay up all night to read even if I had to look like crap in the morning. We've only had one other writer - Bonniebird17 who wrote her entire story (it was so good too!) and then posted 1x day for 17-18 days straight. It was fun and we all couldn't click on fast enough. Think about it?

I have thought about it, and I’m not ready to be done with it that fast!

This isn’t the Netflix of binging. This is Hulu where you get 2 chapters a week! It’s possible I’ll do it differently in the future, and I very much love the enthusiasm. For now, I like this pace!