#cells at work fanfic

[mishy-mashy]

Got my hands on a Ultra Analysis BNHA book from a library

Some points I liked (I focused more on 1B since they don't get a lot of attention)

1B once had a Tetsutetsu BBQ. They heated him up and cooked food on him. He proceeds to ruin it when he declares his sweat is the salt to their food

Yui is canonically the prettiest first-year

Mineta has no sex appeal at all, but he thinks being a hero will make him lucky

Class B does respect Monoma. He's sharp-minded, witty, and has a way with words

Monoma sometimes wanders into 1A's dorm just to throw down a mean speech, and heads back to 1B

Juzo probably isn't helping Monoma's confrontations with 1A, since he just always asks him why he can't say it to their faces whenever Monoma complains about them

Shiozaki tries to be polite even in a fight

Pony hosts anime parties, so 1B knows a lot about anime. Vice-versa, they teach her Japanese, and everything nasty is Monoma's fault

Tokage was a gyaru

Tsuburuaba, Kaibara, and Kuroiro get worked up whenever they talk about girls

Manga likes Kenranzaki

Awase's family runs a small factory. He also restrains Monoma whenever Kendo isn't available

1B likes hearing Rin say "Aiyah", so he does it for them

Kamakiri is obsessed with cutting into things

Class B's play was really successful

Tamaki is scared of Kirishima's energy

1C was planning a send-off party for Shinsou for his upcoming hero transfer. They didn't doubt he would make it, ever since the Sports Festival

Shishikura (meatball Shiketsu boy) might've chosen Shiketsu because he likes the uniform's hat

Nakagame and Yo are dating

Tsuyu's family gets to spend a lot of time together now, since their parents' busy jobs have calmed down

Tsubasa (devil wing kid in Midoriya's memories) suspiciously lost touch with Midoriya and Bakugo in middle school (his Wiki page confirms Garaki - his grandfather - turned him into a Nomu)

Torino likes goofy gags. This rubs off on All Might (ex. when Midoriya thought he died when Torino fell with ketchup. People don't know whether to laugh or be concerned)

Nighteye has yellow streaks in his hair as a homage to All Might

Nezu likes worming into tight, dark places, so he likes Aizawa's scarf. They went into detail, describing why Nezu likes it, such as material to crawling in, etc.

Recovery Girl has to travel around Japan regularly to help people with her Quirk (as in, she uses her Quirk to help them. Healing Quirks are SO rare)

Hojo, Tabe, and Sestuno are kept in the same jail, so at least they're not separated

[h0ped3lusion]

I'm kinda sad to be in small fandoms because of the lack of content.. especially fanfictions— I thrive on fanfictions—

[poepoe-thebunny]

Updated Master list 1.0

Alright everyone, here is my first master list with links to most of my AO3 fics and Tumblr Headcanons! I actually did this all on mobile since I don't have access to my laptop, so it might look a little wonky! But it works! I hope you all like it at least, thanks for reading!

X-Men Masterlist:

Scott/Logan:

The Little Vampire Masterlist:

Rudy/Tony:

Jaime Eyes/Bart Allen:

Supersons/Damian Wayne:

Cells At Work Masterlist:

U11446/Ae3803:

[foolishfoolsgold]

Out Here Chasin’ Rhapsody

AGJDHWIDMJJJJJJJJ ITS DONE! This is gonna be the cover for my personal project fic, called Cells at Work: Rhapsody Chasers!! I would’ve put the title in here but copyright scary. But I had SO MUCH FUN drawing this, this is genuinely the first time I’ve taken backgrounds seriously and I wanna do MORE!! The characters featured here are Verdant (green thing, lactobacillus) and Joe (the other Thing, T cell) and a bunch of background Things. version without the characters under the cut.

Time taken: 15 hours, 34 minutes

Program: IbisPaint X

Brushes: primarily Japanese Calligraphy (blurring), airbrushes, gauze, and pen (fade).

Layers: 49

[START ID: Image above the cut is a fully colored, rendered and shaded scene of a city/downtown area at night. In the foreground are two characters, one is lizard like with green scales, fins on her head and elbows, webbed talons, teal eyes with multiple pupils, and is wearing a yellow tee shirt and khaki shorts. She’s smiling and looking back at another character, who’s wearing a black work uniform with a cap that says “KILL” on it in bold white letters. She has long ears without holes and brown stripes all over her light peach skin. Her eyes are closed and she’s smiling with her mouth open, as if she’s telling a funny story. She doesn’t appear to have bones, and a skinny brown tail can be seen behind her. She’s walking beside a tan wall around a corner, which has an arrow that was shot into the wall higher up. Farther behind the characters is a lit-up cityscape, bustling with cells and moving cars. The second image shows the same scene, except the characters are crudely drawn and being shoved out of the way by an arm coming from offscreen. The third is the same image with no main characters as all. In all three, a watermark that reads “FeS2, FOOLISHFOOLSGOLD” is fixed in the top right corner. End ID.]

Who tf are these clowns??? MOVEEEE I’m trying to look at the cityyyyy

There we go

[welcome-to-cell-hell]

Time to take this new blog for a real spin! Have some cell lore. Might wanna save this one for later, it’s a fuckin doozy. I’d do more designs soon i prommy

WORLDBUILDING NOTES: SOCIETY + FIC EXCERPT

Cells being weird blobby anthros isn’t the only thing I have fleshed out. As sapient beings like ourselves, they’ve established quite the post-industrial society, and the whole Body has evolved with THEM, not the other way around!

INFRASTRUCTURE: The cells live in a world that’s about as technologically advanced as ours, and reflects modern human society in a lot of ways. One big example being the fact that the circulatory system is represented as a giant network of roads. And if you want to see the Heart, I pasted a couple pages of my fic under the cut! Capillaries are the exception, those are foot-travel only and have places to park where cells can come in from an artery and go out through a vein and vice versa. Only blood cells have their own vehicles (they have virtually no public transport *cue U.S. National Anthem with gunshots and explosions and eagle screeches*), but other cells can hitch rides with them simply for plot conveniences in most cases. This doesn’t make them malignant, though- you have to turn evil and sprout wings for that!

LANGUAGE: obviously an advanced species needs some organized way to communicate. But they don’t canonically speak human languages, because that implies either 1. They learned it from the Body, or 2. They just randomly came up with a perfect human language. So they speak a fictional language called Cytolic (name pending), and its whole idea is to be easy to learn, specifically to read. Written Cytolic is a lot like hieroglyphs, and have as little ambiguity as possible. Say, if you’ve never seen the symbol for “Liver” before, you can probably figure out what it means just by looking at it, or even accurately guess what it would look like before seeing it. This is because little cells have a lot to learn already about their future jobs, and more time spent teaching language is less time spent teaching that. Spoken Cytolic is all about memorization through repeated exposure, and is usually learned on the fly. And speaking of speaking, cells don’t have vocal cords like we do, so they vocalize by forcing air through a temporary “throat hole” in their mouths and manipulating the membrane to make sounds. Cell speech features huffs, garbles, and a LOT of whistles, as well as a ton of body language when it comes to face-to-face convo.

MEDIA: If you’re stuck in a tedious job all day, would you rather do it listening to this, or a true crime podcast?

It’s no wonder that all forms of writing consistently rank as the most popular hobbies, with music always close behind. Not only do the masses consume this media all the time, WAY more than TV at that, but artists are left with tons of time to come up with ideas while they work. And since they don’t get much time off from work, the little that they do is spent creating, which is usually just dumping all their ideas onto paper and straight into the mic. And in turn, most celebrities are writers or musicians instead of TV stars!

MISC:

-culture is pretty dynamic, but does take elements from the Body itself. For example, in the fic I’m writing, its mom is from the U.S. and its dad is from China, so a little bit of both cultures are sprinkled in a largely ambiguous setting.

-despite advanced technology, cells are actually evolved to do all of their work with no help from it. Tech, like weapons, smartphones, cars or machines, only exists to accelerate what they could already do naturally. Except maybe TikTok. Yeah that’s canonically a thing.

-gender is much less of an emphasized thing in cell society, and is more like fashion in a way with a “just do what feels right for you” kind of attitude. The lack of sexual dimorphism never provided that basis for “this is a man and this is a woman,” and the ideas of masculinity and femininity are actually pretty new, but are treated by the cells more like aesthetics or “cores” than boxes to put yourself in, only WAY more popular and recognized than like cottagecore. This is because they’re easier for a lot of people to identify with and find comfort in because you can really make it your own. But of course enby cells are still everywhere because they always have been.

-they still use “codes” for names, which are the numbers and letters, but cells commonly give each other nicknames as a sign of companionship. The medium between these is calling them by the last two numbers of their code (ex. U-1146 becomes 46).

THE FIC

CONTEXT: Verdant is a lactobacillus (she/they) and Joe (S̵͈̗͙͠Ȯ̷̬͖̲̘̑̈́Ḑ̸̦̞̽̃͌̚ͅÄ̸̗̥̮́̚̚͜!̴͚̇̉͗͘!̷̢̟̦̗̀̆͆!̵̨̩̽̈́ͅ!̸̧̝̻̞̓͐̉!̶̛͈͓͈̤͛͗) is a killer T cell (she/her). They’re friends, and it would take six chapters to explain. They’re actually the guys on my banner!

About twenty minutes after their departure, Verdant realized that the road seemed to be… growing? It had happened so gradually that she hadn’t noticed it, but there were now so many lanes that she couldn’t see the edges of the road! She wondered if the blood pressure had gone up… But before she could ask Joe for some insight, a giant green sign swooped overhead, and it unmistakably read:

“HEART: 1mm”

Verdant sat up and tried to see into the distance. The short little Honda they were behind allowed for some clearance, but beyond that was only a sea of glistening crimson. Red blood cells were packed into their lanes bumper-to-bumper, but this was no traffic jam- everyone was cruising down the highway as if they were a single, unstoppable mass.

“Oop! Heart’s up there,” said Joe. She pointed at the horizon, where a distant sliver of a building had come into view. It sure looked like they were heading towards it, and fast.

“Are we, like, going there?” Verdant asked. “I thought we were going to the- the sino… yeah, wherever it was you said.”

“Oh! No, we are!” Joe said. “The way the roads are set up, everything going between the North and South’s gotta’ go through the Heart. Once we’re outta’ there, it won’t be much longer to the Sinonasal Region.”

“Everything?” Verdant repeated. That’s why there were so many cars! The Inferior Vena Cava was drawing them in from all over the South and squeezing them into the Heart like a massive, exhaust-choked funnel. She had no idea what to expect from the Heart itself, but as it crept closer from up ahead, she saw that she wouldn’t have that problem for very long.

The Heart was, without a doubt, the biggest thing Verdant had ever seen. From the outside, it looked almost like a combination of a temple, an airport, and a chaotic tangle of highway bridges. Towering stone statues guarded its entrance; a muted blue one resembling a white blood cell and a cinnamon-colored one of a red blood cell flanked the gateway. A relief sculpture of a godlike cell the color of buttermilk also peeked out from behind the great arch.

Then, the music from the stereo cut out, and a man’s cheerful voice took its place.

“Welcome, hematocyte! You’re listening to iHeart Radio! I’m going to help you as we navigate through the Heart, and your radio station or Bluetooth will resume once we’ve exited safely,” it said. “Please do not text, eat, stop, open your vehicle, or change speed unless otherwise instructed, and don’t worry about changing lanes either; our wonderful engineers have you all covered! Our current blood pressure is: 112 over 80. Please keep your speed at a steady: 45 millimeters per hour, for now.” The real-time data were given in a computer voice that was far different from the man’s, meaning that much of the message had been pre-recorded. Joe let off the gas and reduced her speed to match the other cars. As the engines slowed down, Verdant heard a sound coming from inside the Heart.

*THOOOOMMMMM…..THOOOOMMMMM…..THOOOOMMMMM…..THOOOOMMMMM…..* The menacing rhythmic drum got louder as they drew nearer. Joe looked like she was about to say something to Verdant, but the radio voice broke in once again.

“You are about to enter the Right Atrium. Please maintain your speed and jump onto the ramp nearest to you! Be wary of other drivers, and be sure to stay in your lane as cells from the other half of the Vena Cava rejoin us!”

“Hang tight!” said Joe. “It’s time for some fancy driving!”

When they drove under the looming arch, the glare of the nighttime sun was swept away, and they were let into a cavernous cylindrical chamber. Smack in the center of it all, sudden and striking, was the scariest thing Verdant had ever seen. Before them stood a spire of winding bridges, and their Zygote-knows-how-many-lane freeway led them straight towards it. As the radio had said, their expansive road began to split off lane-by-lane like perfectly-peeled string cheese. Then, they all circled the perimeter of the room and began to thread themselves into the ascending vortex of asphalt.

Just as Verdant was gripping what she guessed was the hold-on-for-dear-life handle on the cabin ceiling, the sounds of engines and rushing tires were starting to seep in. She tried to peek at the windshield for just a second, but her eyebrows shot upwards when she saw another flood of cars swirling into the hectic spiral.

“Where did THEY come from?!” Verdant squawked.

“We’re mixing with blood from the Superior Vena Cava!” Joe yelled over the noise. “They’re the guys from the North!”

Verdant tightened her seatbelt and held on like a kid in a car wash. She tried her best not to look as they continued up and up, but the nearby sound of a Gotedamn SEMI TRUCK kept testing her strength. Before long, the radio man came back.

“Alllllllrighty folks, it looks like all of our deoxygenated blood is on the same track now! If you could please continue to follow the road ahead of you out of the spiral and down to the Tricupsid Valve where you will enter the Right Ventricle. The valve is already open, so you can go right on in!”

“We got this, Verd! We’re almost out!” Joe assured. Verdant could feel the car straighten out, and then angle downwards as the convoy departed from the Right Atrium across a terrifyingly lofty bridge. She hesitantly opened her eyes once Joe said they were back on the ground, and she saw that they were coming up on a another big arch in the wall. They passed under it, and it led to a short, roomy tunnel with lights along the top. Beams of fluorescence swept over the cars as they thundered on like rain through a gutter. Then, they approached a giant, double-doored gate that had already been pried open to let them through.

On the other side, the next chamber felt much more empty and full of light than the Atruim. Looking up at the sky-high ceiling, Verdant saw the source of the booming sound from earlier. Hanging in the center was a six-sided drum, each face being beaten in unison by what looked like heavy battering rams that swung by fibrous tethers. Each time they struck the drum, the force from the impact sent shock waves through her cytoplasm.

“Weeee have now moved through the Tricupsid Valve and made it to the Right Ventricle! Please gently bring your vehicles to a stop as we wait for the Aortic Valve to open, and then it’s a straight shot through the Pulmonary Artery to the Lungs. Red blood cells, ready your CO2 tanks! Everyone else, just follow along and enjoy the ride!”

The legion of cars slowly lost its speed as everyone covered their brakes, but that didn’t stop a few snappy beeps and honks from escaping the metal horde. Even though the deafening thrum from overhead and the grumbling of the engines lingered in the air, the chamber still seemed to fall silent.

Then, there was a different boom, separate from the skyward drums. The huge, elaborate gate in front of them shifted, then gradually opened away from the cells. This time, there was no chamber on the other side- open road and a sprawling yellow sky showed through the doors’ widening gape. Everyone watched in anticipation as the gate scraped along the road and prepared to lie parallel to the verges.

“Alllllrighty folks! As you can see, the Aortic Valve is opening, and in a few moments, you will exit the Heart!” said the radio. The gate was almost open at this point.

“Get ready..”

The bottoms of the doors were only a few degrees off from the edge.

“Get set…”

There was another thunderous boom as the gate settled.

“Aaaaaaaaaannnnnd….”

Verdant heard it lock in place.

“……FLOOR IT!!!”

Immediately, the chamber exploded with roaring engines and screeching tires. A few cells whooped and cheered as the cars blasted forward and shot through the Aortic Valve. When Joe slammed the gas pedal, she triggered a savage *VRRRRRRMMMMMMMMM* from under the old Tahoe’s hood. As they accelerated, it felt like the car might lift off the road and fly away into the sky, but they stayed firmly on the ground as the storm of blood cells revved down the highway.

“Thank you for circulating with us, we’ll see you again soon! Safe travels, worker!”

After that, the stereo glitched out and Joe’s Bluetooth came back. Verdant sat back in shock.

“Holy shit,” she breathed.

“Yeah,” Joe said. “We’re not outta the woods yet though. Hang on!”

“There’s MORE?!” Verdant asked. She wasn’t sure her mental batterery could take more.

“Actually, no!” Joe explained while she coasted and watched her left-hand side. “Those guys are going to the Lungs, and then back to the Heart to get that oxygen out. We don’t want that, though.”

As soon as she safely could, Joe merged to the far left lane. A few other immune cells seemed to be waiting there as well. What was she up to?…

Then, a neutrophil up ahead jolted off to the side and… disappeared?! The others followed suit, and Verdant’s fins stood up when she realized that Joe would be one of them.

“What is HAPPENING?!?!” Verdant finally squealed.

“It’s okay! I’ll explain when we get down there!”

“Down WHERE?!”

They didn’t have time for any more panicked back-and-fourth, because the Tahoe drove straight into a tunnel in the ground. It was only wide enough for one car, and cheap-looking light strips were fixed along the top corners. As they sped through, an echoing *th-THOON, th-THOON, th-THOON, th-THOON-* trailed along behind them.

“Okay, sorry! I had to get in here quick!” Joe loudly said through the rumble. “This is a transmigration route! Immune cells can use them to skip through tissues and get places fast! We would’ve had to detour to the Lungs if it weren’t for these bad boys!”

Verdant wanted to say something smart, but she was so tired at this point that all she could manage was an anguished “Guh-”

The friends barreled through the underground tunnel for a few minutes, but if you’d asked Verdant, they would’ve said it took forever. This was fine- just as they’d said, “fine” would be just-… just fine. It’s fine.

[thirdlotusprince3]

Give me fanfic writing prompts.

I have writers block right now

I particularly want to do inside out fics, and something crossing over with atla. I already have this idea of a blackout at mind headquarters but don't know where to go with it. Particularly a drama, action, thriller type story.

Here's my fandoms.

Avatar the Last Airbender

Pokemon

Hetalia

Jujutsu Kaisen

Spy x Family

Marvel

DC

Chinese mythology, mythology in general

Cells at Work

Erased

Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Sherlock Holmes

Star Wars

Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Minecraft

Disney - Inside Out, Disney Princesses, Big Hero Six, Wreck it Ralph.

Former fandoms but I can still do

Ninjago

Miraculous Ladybug

Dragon Prince

Just a note

Mystery is difficult for me, I've never done a mystery before. Also I'm relatively new to Jujutsu Kaisen, I really don't have enough info on the characters.

Romance might also be a little difficult, I'm not a people person.

[willinglyghoulified]

It's me, ya girl, here to bring you more updates on fallout fanfic bullshit ♥

So I've revitalized and transferred 17 chapters of my Fallout: New Vegas fanfic from Wattpad to AO3. So if anyone is interested in that one, the link to my profiles are below. (This one's my smutty one tho, just an fyi, because my courier's a selfish little heathen.)

Just a reminder, books 0, 1, and 2 of Fallout 4 have been fully transferred and are completed. Book 3 will come to AO3 after my FNV fic is complete because it's currently considered "on hold."

As a side note, my Solas x Lavellan fanfic from DA:I has also been transferred so, knock yourselves out. :) Thanks to all who have checked out my work so far, and thanks in advance to those who do in the future.

My Wattpad | My AO3

[rabiesbites]

Some bodies with cancer do not win the battle. U-1146 is about to see this for himself, in a wild twist of events that forces him to reconsider his entire identity, that something about him was just slightly off.

[read the full fic here! first few paragraphs under the cut]

1146 sits with his back slumped against the cold, blue-hued glass of the containment tube he was held captive in. His dark eyes are a new kind of wide, and he clutches his wounded side with his hand. Deep red cytoplasm leaked through his fingers.

He could not feel his pain. No, not the pain of his body at least- but his emotional pain was very much real.

Laying on a bed of cancer were his friends and fellow immune cells, NK cell and Killer....no, Memory T cell. They were not moving. Not even a twitch of the fingers, or the rise and fall of their breathing. Their cytoplasm made a pool beneath them, and 1146 knew they were dead. Corpses.

He couldn't let himself cry, he thought, but his eyes still defiantly leaked tears as he pounded his hands against the glass. The cancer cell just laughed at his struggling.

"Why!?" 1146 screamed, anger bubbling up like boiling water. "Why do you have to do this!?"

"It's what I deserve! Consider it payback for the last time you put an end to me without a second thought! It's necessary to see my dream to fruition, after all!"

"But-"

"No buts, my friend! Look at how far my tumor is growing! And look at you. Defenseless. Don't you think your neutrophil pals will end up the same way? If I could take those guys down," he motions to the bodies with his hand, "then surely I can do it all again. Really, it was quite easy."

[ducksbuttocks]

also i'm in my mid 20s now i'm old enough to have this figured out. i simply have to accept that my ideal job is either self employment or working in one of those public administration offices where they give you a thousand benefits and a single daily 10 minute task that you just have to pretend takes you from 9 to 5 to finish. or ideally both at the same time so that i can have a lot of money to buy a million books and also take the whole month of august off <3

[savameh]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: はたらく細胞 | Hataraku Saibou | Cells at Work! (Anime), はたらく細胞 | Hataraku Saibou | Cells at Work! (Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Red Blood Cell AE3803/White Blood Cell U-1146 (Hataraku Saibou) Characters: Red Blood Cell AE3803 (Hataraku Saibou), White Blood Cell U-1146 (Hataraku Saibou) Additional Tags: One Shot, Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Idiots in Love Series: Part 1 of Flufftober 2023 Summary:

AE-3803 is falling in more ways than one.

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Kicking off Flufftober with some Cells at Work! Ironically as I post this I’m sick :(

[bluebird-writing]

The Town of Anywhere

Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Star Trek: Deep Space 9, Star Trek: Voyager, Steven Universe, Homestuck, Hiveswap, Cells At Work, The Kane Chronicles

Chapters: 32/?

Rating: Teen and Up

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Pairings: Many minor pairings, read the tags

Summary: “On the east coast of the US, there is a small town called Anywhere, where some of our favorite fictional characters keep washing up on the beach, often injured, with no memory of where they came from and who they are, the only clues to their past identities being the clothes they washed up in, their own names, and the strange feelings and dreams they occasionally have. Soon enough, they settle into their new life, but the questions still remain: who were they? And why are they here?”

[archerdork]

if any of my fellow good omens peeps are like me and need some comfort content right now, I can wholeheartedly recommend the audio duologue comedy Double Acts, which coincidentally is written by John Finnemore who co-wrote Good Omens 2.

especially series 2 episode 5, Penguin Diplomacy. it has unlikely friendships, funny banter, convoluted bureaucracy and gay penguins. it’s also very easy to put on and view it through shipping glasses, if one is so inclined

i love it with my whole heart and it heals my soul

[devintrinidad]

Okay so hi! Umm this is like months late but there's something I really want to say but I've been way too shy to (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

So I basically had a Cells At Work! hyperfixation at the start of quarantine back in 2020 and you were my favourite tumblr user/fic writer. Like I seriously loved - and still love - all of your works and tumblr posts about the characters and I remember I would always come back to your page to see if you posted something new.

Then when I started neglecting Cells At Work to read fanfiction about other animes I was into, I somehow got into a Death Note x reader fix during 2021 and when I would search Tumblr for those type of posts, I one day came across your works - and instantly I was like 'hey that's the cells at work person I loved to hear from (ᵔ◡ᵔ)!" Like, it was so cool you were into another fandom I liked.

And then, in 2022, I got bodily dragged into the Twisted Wonderland fandom in the most random possible way - like, I did not even see it coming. And, what do you know, I find out that you're into twst as well - which honestly was so cool to see!

But anyway, I just want to say that you're an amazing writer and it's crazy how I found you in three different fandoms in completely different years.

Hey, Devin here!

Oh my gosh, I was not expecting this sort of letter in my inbox today! I'm so happy that you think that I'm a good writer and that I've written many things that you loved to read!

My gosh, three fandoms??? Hahaha, that's so cool! I'm also amazed at how well I can adapt and write to my heart's content when it comes to different animes/shoes/etc.

And what a coincidence that we managed to gain the same three hyperfixations that I loved writing (and you reading)! It's so cool seeing how someone experienced my writing and still view my writing to this day as good! It really warms my heart :D

Hey, feel free to DM if you ever want to talk or just hang out! Hehehe, don't be shy! I love talking about fandoms, even though there are some fandoms that I might be a little bit rusty with considering that it's been years.

Thank you so much for your kind words, I truly needed this today and I'm glad that I was able to make you happy over the course of... oh my gosh, four years? That's so awesome! :D

Thanks again and I hope that you have a wonderful day! :D

[lilrainbowcloud]

its 7 in the morning people and i have to say

I GIVE NO PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE, COPY & PASTE, REPOST MY WORKS INTO ANY FORM AND IN ANY PLATFORMS.

thank you.

[foolishfoolsgold]

Reading other ppls CaW fanfics makes me remember just how many pretty words there are for “red.” Vermillion, carmine, cinnabar, ruby, scarlet, cherry, cerise, “cardinal-colored.” I don’t write RBCs as of now but there’s so much potential there

[razzek]

I waaaaant but even with a grant I'd still have to make about $2k appear out of nowhere. ;_;