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[doginshoe]

I have finished fruits basket

[kiliinstinct]

Question for Fic Writers:

#21 - If you wrote a "missing scene" in [insert fic], what would it be?

Questions for Fic Writers

A whole lotta scenes from Natsu's perspective in Flame's Desire. :P In 'Red Herring' - a fic I have on hiatus until Flame's Desire is further along, I have a scene that I don't plan on ever being in the fic itself, so I have written parts of it as a side story of sorts just to get it out of my head. And it's smut. I'll be honest. It's smut. @doginshoe is to blame for it too.

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“Their power is chaotic, but they’re here to protect the balance.”

Guardians AU that I’ve been working on as a special gift for my followers since I’ve reached another milestone on both Tumblr and DA. Thank you so much for sticking around and giving me so much motivation and courage, I love you guys. 

Art prints available here. 

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calling for potential beta/ people who can assist me in editing and further developing upcoming chapters of My WIPs and upcoming projects.

Fics are rated kk+ to m. Read below for our details

Hey Everyone,

Mod Sarah/ millennial stargazer from the nalu archive , tumblr, FF and A03. AKA millennial_fairy for those who also follow me on other social media (and who know my Twitter handle @millennialstar2). Anyways, this is a personal post so this will just be on my main blog and such for now. Anyways, this is recruiting call for potential beta/ editors for my fanfics. Some lovely and talented people were kind enough to assist me in the past but have gotten busy with their own lives and responsibilities. Hence why I've been searching for more people to help for a little while and I finally caught around to posting this on social media.

Bottomline that I'm looking for someone or potential team of people who are willing to be beta/ editors and assist me in editing , further developing and revising upcoming chapters for my fanfics--- currently Fairytail- whether it's current WIPs or other upcoming projects. My Fics are rated k+ to M and some chapters could contain mature sexual content. Granted, I realize that some people may not be comfortable handling scenes with smut or sorts so So it's perfectly okay Do you have different betas for particular chapters on the same thick or on the same chapter.

Betas are more than well. Come too hand it to pass the chapter onto someone who's comfortable with M- rated sexual contact or adding part of the chapter and then letting someone else take over to the editing when it comes to certain scenes.

Anyways, having a betas or team of beta/ editors would be extremely beneficial and much appreciated. Anyone who's interested Can contact me through Tumblr (pms and ask) , discord or other of my social media for more details links to all my social media can be found in my navigation bars, Tumblr bios and my link tree . And please feel free to let me know if you know of anyone else you might be interested.

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What You'd Do To Me Tonight

summary: Lucy had been in a blooming high school romance, but now that the love has wilted between her and her husband, she searches for a solace. However, she finds it in an already broken man that manages to set her alight in more ways then one. When her secrets spill, she finds her world begins to crumble from beneath her feet as the two men in her life torture her already broken heart.

tw in general

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Chapter 11.

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Lucy had always cared about her appearance. 

Although her dad had always pressured her to be feminine, she felt a sense of freedom when she dressed herself. Not in the way he wanted, of course. The way she wanted.

 His idea of natural blush, hair tightly wound and holding the air of a lady when she was young wasn’t something that Lucy had enjoyed in her childhood. Her private tutor made sure that she could hold an aspirin between her knees at all times. It made her father proud seeing her with a head held high and back straight as a board - the look of a daughter he could be proud of. 

It wasn’t until her late teens that she enjoyed fashion. No longer being held to the confines of what she had to wear, Lucy made bold choices - Many that were met with disapproval. It was exhilarating to learn new makeup looks and try out a pop of colour. Not that it was drastic by any normal person's standards, but to Lucy - she couldn’t contain the confidence she felt. When she was able to choose her own looks, her own sense of self, she felt empowered and it gave her some control. That’s what Lucy had thought. 

It was silly, but it brought a sense of gratification that she didn’t think anyone could take away from her. They could try, just like her father had, but she would always bring her own flare to every style. It’s what she had always been drawn to about beauty.

Her fingers traced over the cut on her lip first, brown eyes staring back at her whilst she looked in the mirror. Yet, it didn’t look like her. The Lucy she saw was unfamiliar. Her skin was marred. 

She looked ugly.

Staring back at herself, she felt like she was looking at a different person. Her chest felt numb whilst she pulled her eyes over every inch of herself that was available in Natsu’s small mirror. She had to swallow back the pain that she felt building in her chest, throat dry as she tried to bring some moisture into her mouth. 

The Lucy she saw wasn’t one her father would be proud of. It wasn’t even someone that she was proud of.

The bruises on her neck had begun to turn yellow at the edges, resembling a smudge rather than the hand print that had previously painted the area on her pale skin. The cuts were scabbed over now, if they weren’t sloppily wrapped by Natsu’s persistent care. Her eyes were bloodshot with a dark purple lining underneath them, showing the world of the sleepless nights she had since she had left Jackal. 

Lucy didn’t feel beautiful. And no matter how many times she carefully dabbed at her face, or held a tea bag against her eye hoping the bruising would clear, it stayed. It had dulled slightly, but Natsu had said those marks would be lingering for a while longer. 

Her brown eyes flickered to the door, listening to the quiet mumbles of her ‘new roommate’ and Gray, a friend of Natsu’s. Their voices were too hushed for her to know what they were talking about. 

She assumed it was about her. 

How crazy Natsu was for letting her stay here- How much of an idiot he was for getting involved with someone like her. Lucy had more than her share of baggage, and it was spilling shamelessly out into the open for everyone else to clean up. 

She knew Gray was close to telling her to get out himself, or building Natsu’s courage to tell her that it was a mistake that he invited her in. A mistake to let her stay - she was a mistake. 

It wasn’t Natsu’s responsibility to pick up after her. 

Her eyes burned. They felt raw from how many times she cried and furiously wiped at them. She didn’t want to cry. It was too late to cry, but everytime she looked at the face staring back at her in the glass mirror, pools were forming in her eyes. It was the pathetic face of someone ugly. Stained and tarnished. 

-

The dinner table had been pushed against the wall. Two chairs were missing from the side that now kissed the wall, the other two tightly tucked on the other side. Lucy became accustomed with the space that she now lived, the width of a single mattress between the side of the couch and one of the legs of a dining room chair. 

The bed was bare, slightly beaten and worn. It was Gray's roommates, but he had no use for anymore. Now gifted to Natsu’s roommate - to her. Lucy heard brief mentions of the city that he had moved to after his mum died, but the two men weren’t talking to her. They spoke quietly, in sentences that weren’t finished and were left hanging between them as they stared at each other and Lucy’s new home. The space between the couch and the chair on Natsu’s floor. 

Gray gave Natsu a hard pat on the back. “If you need anything else just let me know.”

“Mm,” Natsu let out a sigh. “Thanks.”

Lucy looked up only to meet the dark haired man's stare. He didn’t say anything, only a curt nod and an uneasy pull of the lips before he gave Natsu another pat down and flicked his keys from his pocket before opening the front door. 

“See ya!”

Natsu waved, and the fly wire shut with a rattle and a bang leaving the two alone. He stared hard at the mattress, a deep frown sinking onto his face and Lucy resisted the urge to shift her gaze. The air between them had been uncomfortable. Not much had been said, but not much needed to be. Natsu had been a silent protector, holding her as she screamed whilst she lost everything. Her marriage and her house. Her job. 

“How are you feeling?” His eyes were on her now and she resisted the urge to squirm in place. 

Lucy twitched the sides of her lips up in a feigned smile. “Better.” She looked away as she took in a breath, nodding towards the mattress. “Thank you for all this.”

She had been sleeping in Natsu’s bed for the time being. He had taken the couch. Not that it helped. Lucy couldn’t tell him that she didn’t sleep in that room. She couldn’t. She lay awake the first night and soon she preferred to sit on the floor until the sunrise. The room was painful to be in. This house was painful. Lucy wasn’t thankful at all. She rather wished that she were dead. 

Though, she pushed those thoughts down. It was only when she curled up in a ball and wept in the middle of the night that she truly wished that she would sink beneath the surface of the earth. It was much easier to be dead. 

“Mm.” The sound of the newly familiarised hum met her ears. “I’ll get you something to eat.” 

Lucy twined her fingers together, digging her thumbs into her palms as she nodded. “Sure.” Natsu had started ‘the hum of disappointment,’ as she called it, shortly after they started living together. It was around every corner of bad news that they continued to stumble across, to fill in the awkward lull as they made small talk and walked the invisible roads to avoid each other as much as possible. 

“Okay.” He skulked towards the kitchen, beginning to bang around as he pulled out the staple food that they had both been living off for the past two weeks. Cornflakes. 

Lucy made her way to sit across from him on the island bench. It had taken her a while to pick up her appetite again. She didn’t feel hungry, only a sort of ache that started from the back of her throat all the way down to her stomach. She felt empty, but everytime she found the will to start eating, nausea replaced it. It turned to sickly mush in her mouth, much too sweet and much too bitter. 

Cornflakes she found the easiest. Natsu liked to mix his with a cigarette and some sort of drink. Most of the time it was black coffee. This morning it was orange juice and vodka. Lucy screwed up her face. 

Natsu’s eyes flickered to her face, lazily finishing the cereal as they ate in silence. This was what their meals looked like now. Cold milk and silver spoons clinking on Natsu’s chipped and cheap bowls. 

If this had been before… Well, if they had made it out of bed. Lucy would’ve made a comment on the state of his dishware - a cheeky remark that would’ve possibly got her an elbow to the ribs, furrowed brows as Natsu wound his fingers between hers and said something in that voice he does just before he’s about to do something… mischievous.

“Oh come on, Luce.”

 And Lucy would’ve laughed, smiling ear to ear as he trapped her in her seat and covered her with kisses. First to her neck as she squirmed in place until he began to leave a wet trail up her cheek with his tongue- 

“Is everything okay?” Natsu’s voice cut in, the concern already thick in his tone as he slowly began to lower his spoon back down. “Is it the Cornflakes? I know…” He sighed. “I should really get you something proper to eat.” 

“Mm.” Lucy pulled her eyes down. 

That was before though. Now they sat together in silence until Natsu could feel even the slightest change in her face, the slightest hint that she could possibly be feeling dull and he would pounce on her. Lucy could see him berate himself in his eyes at every turn. The wear in his face showed that this was taking its toll on him. She felt as if she was his in house patient and he was at fault for the condition that she was in. 

“No, no… no.” She poked around the cereal. “Just…” Lucy cleared her throat. “It’s a little early in the day for a drink, isn’t it?”

“Sometimes a day calls for drinking.” 

His whole face had been turned upside down, lines dragging down his eyes and mouth into a permanent grimace. She knew it was because of her. Natsu was tired. Tired of looking after some stranger who he thought was just a casual fling. She felt the tiniest twinge pull up the side of her mouth, a sick feeling to laugh because what else could she do. This was barely meant to be a one night side, her own self pity getting the better of her as she tried to show herself the love she couldn’t give to herself with a man she didn’t know. 

Lucy’s stomach flipped. 

Natsu used to be someone who always had a smile on his face, a certain light to his eyes that Lucy found an escape in. What she used to live through. Sure, he had his many habits from a heart that had been run a little thin. But, it was still warm and was welcoming people through the front door. Now he looked cold - like wet coals on a suffocated fire. And Lucy was the storm that snuffed him out. 

She put down her spoon. The cereal had become soggy and she didn’t feel like she could muster up her small appetite again. Lucy squeezed her hand around the edges of the stool, not tearing her gaze from the bowl. Her chest was filling up, squeezing tight around her bones as she tried to dismiss the flashes. The moments that led her to this moment, thinking of Jackal-

Natsu huffed, dragging a hand down his face. “I’m sorry. It was a late shift last night. I’m just tired.” 

He looked up to the clock that Lucy had always lectured him about being set an hour and 32 minutes and 5 seconds ahead. She knew because she had timed it herself - a silly joke that escalated too quickly. She hadn’t made that comment in awhile. 

“It’ll be another late one tonight too I imagine.” He didn’t meet her eyes as he returned to down the rest of his glass. His finger thumbled along the bench as he put it down, letting the silence sink into both of them. 

Lucy couldn’t say much of anything.  

Natsu sucked on his teeth, dark eyes drawn to the cup as if he was thinking about what he was going to say. Or maybe, he was waiting for her to speak. She wasn’t sure anymore. Her mind was not giving her much relief about either two outcomes. 

He hopped up. “Well, I really need to shower. Le’me know if you need anything.” Natsu stretched, before his hands fell - one almost reaching out to clasp her shoulder. But he recoiled, a wince coming onto his face as his eyes seemed to recognise her appearance once more - reminding him of the position they were in. “I-I’ll try to get some stuff from the shops soon.”

When she heard the click of the bathroom door Lucy made a move to gather the dishes. It wasn’t much, but she had been silently showing her gratitude for all Natsu had done for her by trying to keep the house tidy. She’d make sure there was a blanket and pillow on the couch, his work clothes were clean for him by the time he had to get ready in the morning and there wasn’t a trace that anyone, besides himself, breathed in the house. She pulled up her long sleeves, pushing out large puffs of air through her nose. 

Lucy knew she was already crying. It wasn’t something that she was in control of anymore. It didn’t take long for her breathing to become laboured, shaky exhales leaving her as she tried to hold it in, but the sound of her sniffling already reached her ears. The hot flush in her face told her that she was as fragile as glass while her hands under the running water became blurry. She failed at rubbing her face with her forearm, biting on her tongue to quiet her sniffles as she cleaned the bowls.

There were so many reasons for her to be crying at this moment. Her body still ached in places where Jackal had touched her, just taking a breath was painful. He had taken everything from her - broken most of her belongings. Lucy felt like it had been her own fault, but because of that man she couldn’t leave the house. What could she have told everyone at work? It was one thing to pass off a couple of irregular bruises on her arms and legs, but her face? The damage that he had caused wasn’t something she could write off to someone. It was his fault that she got fired. That she had absolutely nothing to her name because he had used everything that she had. 

On himself. 

That she had thought that she had loved him and he chose to tear their life apart. 

But the only thing she could think of was the guilt that was tearing her apart. The feeling of how she was no better than her husband as she continued to use the man that still opened his home to her after she had lied to him. 

Pathetic. That’s how Lucy had felt. She didn’t know who she was anymore, what kind of person she had turned into. But, it wasn’t someone that she could be proud of. A few wrong turns… A few mistakes and somehow she ended up here. 

As she switched off the water, her lips tugged down. The feeling that she greeted with open arms, once again sat within her chest. It had been making frequent visits before, but now it had permanently taken residence. The weight filled her rib cage as she gripped the edge of the bench whilst she furiously wiped at her eyes - ragged breaths, in and out. 

Most of all she was guilty for feeling sorry for herself. 

Her father had always called her a stupid little girl, and now she believed it. How stupid could she have been. Not only had she fooled herself with fantasies that Jackal was going to whisk her away, the first man to ever take the plunge to ask her on a date, but tricked herself a second time. Her hands tangled in her hair, in what world was Natsu going to be the ‘fix’ for her life. And not only had she ruined her own life but brought him along with her.

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“Don’t ever leave again.”

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This is completely self indulgent and I really feel like YOULL understand. “If anything happened to you— I couldn’t…” NaruHina💕

Help Me Write Through My Writers Block!! Send Me Some “Soft Sentence Starters” - Tentative Accepting

You can pick a pairing, or leave it up to me. Series: Naruto Pairing: NaruHina (I’m so sorry if it sucks)\

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There was a weight on Hinata’s chest. Not the kind that presses down into your lungs, robbing you of air and comfort, but the kind giving a warmth that spreads across your body and holds you down in a haze of half-sleep and safety. The first few minutes after regaining conscience was met with silence as she enjoyed the weight. In that moment, there was no past or future, no memories of how she was surrounded by the smells and sounds of an infirmary, just the floating moment of the mattress beneath her and weight atop her chest. 

And then her eyes opened as memory struck her like the shurikens embedded in her back. Were they still in battle? What happened? The small tent housing her spoke of peace. The sounds of battle far away, but the spread of pain that came with her memory made her seethe. Hinata sucked in air with a hiss and the weight on her torso stirred. 

It was a head full of familiar, spiked, yellow hair. Startled, the sleeping man jolted from his nap, eyes swollen and red, but meeting hers with an intensity that made her stomach twist into knots. “Hinata?! Are you awake?” His frantic words tumbled out with a speed Hinata couldn’t keep up with.

“ - wait, dumb question,” He backpedaled, eyes searching her face for any sign of pain,”are you okay?!”

“Uhm-” She tried to respond, but the words felt glued to her tongue and her mouth moved as slow as much, “I’m-”

“How hurt do you feel?” Naruto continued, hands shakily moving to touch her face, tilting her head gently from side to side to examine her. Heat flared along her cheeks and she struggled to keep her focus. “Any headaches? Is your back okay? Sakura said you could be feeling sick from the poison. Does your back hurt? How about you-”

“N-Naruto-” Hinata said, relieved when his rambunctious wave of questions cut off, “That’s too many questions.”

“O-oh,” He deflated, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck, “Sorry- it’s just… you.. It’s been three days, Hinata.”

Three days….?

She struggled with this information, still processing the events she could remember, but it all grew fuzzy near the end. They’d been attacked, an ambush-? Naruto was fighting and she …  “I… I pushed you out of the way…” She surmised sluggishly, “- but I can’t remember who or -”

“Hey, hey,” He said, quickly moving to press against her shoulder, easing her back into the pillows beneath her. She hadn’t realized she’d tried to sit up, but the sweltering throbs of hot knives sticking into her shoulder blades was enough of a reminder. “Take it easy. It’s fine. Just rest for now. We’ll fill ya’ in later, kay?”

She winced, tears stinging at her eyes, “O-okay…” Once settled, she wiped her eyes , closing them  to allow rest to slide over her like a weighted blanket, “Thank you, Naruto…”   She wasn’t sure what had happened, not the full details. But knowing he was by her side was enough. The greatest relief she could ask for.

If slightly abnormal. Often he was kept away from her, or busy doing more important things. Then again, how often had she been injured since they were together? It was hard to think. To recollect. Whatever ointments were used on her back were causing a strange numbing effect that made her exhausted. Healing came quick when a professional took care of her, but she would still need time. 

Time that was interrupted by a sound Hinata didn’t expect to hear. Just when sleep had her in its grip. The telltale noise that would rouse anyone: sniffling. Naruto hadn’t moved. His careful watch stayed on her prone form as she rested, wounded and confused, but when her eyes opened again, his head was bowed, shoulders shaking from withheld tears. 

He was mumbling, just under his breath, low whispers that Hinata couldn’t catch. Not at first. Pushing away her need for rest, she listened careful and bit her lip when she realized he was repeating himself. Over and over and over again, “She’s okay- she’s gonna be okay. Y-you just saw it yourself. She woke up and she’s gonna wake up again and Sakura will check on her in the morning and- and….”

His words choked and tangled together, hidden in his balled fists. Hinata no longer felt the need for sleep. A weary hand, bandaged and shaking, rose to his head, paused briefly, then sifted into his hair. He stiffened, head tilting just so to peer at her from between his fingers. It was strange. She was the one wounded. Who needed tending and rest, but in that moment, all Hinata wanted was to ease Naruto’s worries. See his determined smile. 

“I’m okay.” She agreed. “I can’t leave yet. I have so much to do still…. Don’t I, Naruto?”

She half succeeded. Naruto grasped her hand in his, chuckling slowly as he reached out with his free hand. Caressing her dark hair, he pulled strands from her face and tucked them behind her ears.  “Heh, hell yeah, you do,” He agreed.

The chuckles turned back to a cracked breath as his teeth grit, desperately trying to remain calm. “God, Hinata, I… fuck, I-” He exhaled sharply, leaning down to press his forehead against hers, “If anything happened to you--- I couldn’t….”

“I don’t know what I’d do.”

That tightened knot in her chest was back again, but this time, she knew exactly how to handle it. It was warm, it was blissful, it was love, and she ignored her pain to slide her body over, making extra room on the bed. The intent was clear, though she shyly motioned for him to follow rather than voice it. Too tired to argue, Naruto joined her, the mattress sank under their joined weight as he carefully placed an arm over her waist and burrowed his nose into the side of her neck. The moment grew still, seconds ticking by as crickets chirped outside the tent. Hinata’s eyes slid shut while she caressed his scalp and smiled.

“It’s okay,” She whispered, “I-I’m not going anywhere.” He nodded, and slowly relaxed, joining her in the rest they both needed. 

“I promise.”

[watcher-ofthe-sky]

“You’re the kind of crazy I don’t want to deal with” ErzaJane

Thank you for the request, Zarah! Have some young Erzajane. I hope I did okay. ^^

***

Back shoved against the wall behind the guildhall, Erza whimpered under Mirajane's touch. Fiery kisses, one after the other, she unconsciously requipped from her armour, allowing more contact as her body craved for touch in desperation.

Mirajane smirked against Erza's skin and hooked her leg between her thighs, and whispered, “Oh, so now we are shoving away our precious armour, Titania?”

The scarlet mage threaded her fingers in Mirajane's hair and pulled her into a kiss again. She wanted her thoughts fogged and her rationality to blur away in this moment of desire.

Erza didn't want to think about the fragility of her existence. She didn't want to allow herself to believe that Mira was someone who can take her armour away; that she can make her feel safe.

Because Erza has learned the hard way that no one is safe. Trusting someone meant getting your heart trampled again and again and again till the pieces become too broken and horrendous to even recognise.

“Alright, stop,” she said and Mirajane backed away. It's a tempo they are familiar with and therefore, fell back into the routine of not talking about it. As Erza stepped forward to go inside the guildhall, Mirajane said, “For a person who likes to put on a hard and scary exterior, you're a big softie.”

Erza frowned. “Don't pretend as if you know me just because we have this—” she gestured between them, “Whatever this is.”

“But it's so fun to step on your toes and see through you,” the transform mage said and moved closer, trailing her finger down Erza's cheek. “It's easy to see that you're running away from something, ” her voice dropped and Erza was almost astonished at the softness of it, “When in reality, you want to...stop.”

They both looked at each other in stretching silence, Erza's heart beating rapidly in her chest. This cannot happen. I can't—no.

“Stop it,” Erza said airly. “Like you're the one to talk. It's clear that you're not the block of stony hardness that you want the world to see.”

“Fuck,” Mirajane hissed and looked away. “You're the kind of crazy I don't want to deal with. Just go inside and keep those too jerk in line so that they don't destroy the hall. I don't want the master to scold me again for the damage they did.”

She stomped out of the place when Lisanna came to her and looked at her with a sad smile. “Are you ever going to tell her that you love her?”

“Ugh, why do you have to keep reminding me? Her heart seems to be somewhere else where I can't reach. That scarlet monster, I hate her.”

Lisanna sighed as she watched her sister grumbling and going away, pretending that she did not see the tears glazing Mira's eyes.

***

Requests are still open for FT fandom~

Prompts list.

@femslashfairies @fuckyeaherzaxmirajane

[drivemysoul]

You are loved and amazing💕

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Pirate Lucy Heartfilia and her ragtag of spirits find an interesting catch on a small boat in the sea! And guess who it is - privateer Natsu from the Alvarez Empire!

Well… this ended up way simpler than the others but… I dunno? I’m pleased with the result. aye

also snogfairy, go STUDY U HEKCICIN SALAD.

[doginwrites]

Hello! This is my blog where I will store all my stories/things related to my fanfics. This blog is entirely used as a online bookshelf for all my work so it is easy to find for people who want to read my work.

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Eh I just realised you got asked of those two already so Mavis, Capricorn and FairyTail!

I’m slow oops

Mavis (do you think time is an illusion): not really tbh 🧐

Capricorn (who are you most loyal to): only those I know who are loyal to me as well :) so pretty much just my husband and my best friend 😂

Fairy Tail (do you think family is just blood): not at all! I cut off family members all the time haha! My best friend rides harder for me than most of my family anyways lmao. I very much believe that family is those who treat you the way you deserve to be treated!

Thank you for the ask 🥺💕

[mdelpin]

20,30 and 12💫

20 - Master Bob, hands down. So much love for that character.

30 - I honestly think I’ve sworn off long fics, The Red Dragon will be my last. I do plan on finishing two long fics that have been waiting for me for a long time (To Save A Dragon and How Writing Fanfiction Saved Me)

12. Maybe Blind Date/Being set up? I don’t think I’ve done that one and it sounds kind of fun. 

Thanks for the ask!

[edxwin-elric]

6 & 12

from this list of asks for fanfic writers

6. how did writing change you?

Ooh. This one is tough. I started writing at 12, and before that I was making up stories, so I’m not really sure how much writing changed me as much as it just is me. I will say writing fanfiction has changed me in the last 2 years because before writing fic, I was working on my own romance novels, and I published one on Amazon, but idk that it’s really any good, tbh. Well, I’ll say what I’ve written since is definitely better. But since starting to write fic, I’m less motivated to write my own stuff. I still have ideas and write out scenes that come to me, but I think the instant gratification of kudos and comments and likes and reviews have spoiled me on fic. Fic gave me the chance to write short scenes that makes sense without having to introduce the characters or the surrounding events. Skipping the exposition is really nice.

12. favorite place to write

So...in the tub? Like while soaking in a hot bath. When I was in high school and college, I got a lot of writing done in the margins of my notebooks. I used to write at my desk in the library where I worked in college, also. However, after I graduated, most of my writing was directly on my computer, rather than being handwritten first, and I did it in my bed or in the tub. Sometimes at Panera. But like 75% of my novel was written in the tub. (I’m actually answering this from the tub.) 

[doginshoe]

Hardy's "Wait in the truck" song reminds me of if someone made an AU of your story "What you'd do to me tonight". Just thought I'd share. Heard it for the first time today and thought of you. Hope you're well!

I fucking love this omg. It fits so right I am so in this is great