#sincerely noceur

[dandelionfairywish]

asmr playlist

I have a playlist of all my favourite ASMR story 's   is any you world  recommend I’m also for female asmr role-play

 These are the ones in the playlist so far

Zsakuva

ycey narrates

filthy va

shining armo

kobo asmr

binnie asmr

nyxmoon reads

wholesome girlfriend asmr

afterglow asmr

sincerely noceur

izumi asmr

Good Boy Audios

desmond asmr

candor asmr

[ezrasarm]

Situation 1 and quote 14 with Frankie for the drabble request please? 🥺👉👈

Roommates Part 1: Just As You Are

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader 

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: Pining, yearning, a tad bit of fluff and protective!Santiago deserves his own warning. 

Request: Roommate AU + “Well geez, if you don’t like what I’m wearing, I can go and change.”

A/N: This was a ton of fun to write, it’s reminiscent of the New Girl AU I was considering and I am in no way offended by that! So thank you for the request, I hope you like it and I am seriously, seriously considering writing a part 2 to this so lemme know what you think...

Roommates Masterlist | next chapter –>

You were already running behind. Having gotten caught up with work for most of the afternoon, you wound up stuck at the office for an extra couple hours and now your date was due to arrive any minute and you weren’t even ready. You were still trying to put your earrings in as you rushed down the hallway from your room. “Hey, would one of you mind-“ You found yourself pausing mid sentence, brows furrowed in confusion at the looks both Frankie and Santiago sent you from their place on the couch.

 “What is it?” You asked, eyes flitting between the two of them before looking down at yourself and back up at them. “Is- is it the dress?” You asked, a look of concern crossing over your features. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. Normally you didn’t care about things like this. If it didn’t go well, it didn’t go well. No big deal. But it felt different this time. You hadn’t gone on a date for so long you felt like you didn’t know what you were doing anymore and the way the boys were just gaping at you wasn’t helping to settle your nerves at all. “Is it too little?” You ask, “Too much?!” You go on, suddenly feeling completely unprepared for what you were getting yourself into. 

There was a moment where Frankie’s mouth opened as though he were about to speak but the words caught in the back of his throat and instead a sound you couldn’t describe hissed from the back of his throat before he slammed it back shut just as fast. The expression on his face was reminiscent of a fish out of water and Santiago was no help either with the way his eyebrows rose in what- was that shock? What could possibly be so shocking? What had gotten into these two tonight? “Well geez, if you don’t like it I can go change!” You exclaimed, just getting ready to give up hope on the two as you turned away, muttering something about how you knew you should have gone with the black dress instead.

“Woah, woah, woah! No! Don’t do that!” Frankie exclaimed now, just about leaping out of his seat at the idea. He couldn’t seem to get enough of looking at you like that. God, he had to get his thoughts under control. “...unless you want to.” He shrugged in an attempt to regain some of his composure when you turned back to look at him. “You look...” Frankie’s words had failed him again the moment he tried to get his thoughts out.

“Beautiful.” Santiago stepped in to Frankie’s rescue this time. “You look beautiful.” He said once more.

“Sorry,” you sigh heavily, a self deprecating chuckle rising from your chest. “I didn’t mean to snap. I’m just nervous.” You explain, the knot in your stomach still not showing any signs of loosening any time soon. “My uh- this zipper is being a pain, could I get a hand?” You ask, finally reminding yourself as to why it was you came out here in the first place.

“Frankie’s got it.” Santi blurts out with out a second thought, giving Frankie a harsh nudge to the elbow. 

It was no secret- ...okay, it was a secret. It was a poorly kept secret that Frankie had feelings for you. They came on quick. Out of the blue, and despite how much he had told himself he was just about over the stupid, little crush he had developed, even he couldn’t deny that that lie he had been telling himself got smashed into just about a million pieces the moment you stepped out of your room looking like that. You were his roommate. He couldn’t look at you that way. He had decided that quite some time ago when he felt himself slipping like this in the first place, and now it was happening all over again.

“Right Frankie?” Santiago nudges him once again and he’s snapped out of whatever dream-like trance he had been dragged into against his will by that goddamn dress you were wearing.

“Hmm? Oh- Right.” Frankie nods, getting up from his place on the couch. Santiago can’t help but notice the way he stands a little closer to you than necessary. His head hung low, close enough to smell your shampoo as a fiddled with the zipper at your lower back, a little too distracted by the exposed skin for his own good. 

A knock rang out through the room and your head shot up immediately. “I’ll get it!” Pope exclaimed, a little too keen for your liking as he leapt over the back of the couch.

“No! That’s fine, I can-” 

“I said I’d get it!” He repeated, already bounding towards the door, way too excited not to be up to something.

“Don’t say anything stupid!” You call after him even though you know he’s gonna do and say whatever he damn well pleases, whether you like it or not. 

“You shouldn’t be nervous, you know.” Frankie says as he finally gets the zipper unjammed and drags it up your back. “You’re gonna kill it. And if he doesn’t like you just as you are then I think he’s insane and he isn’t worth another second of your time.” He goes on. He’s not quite sure why he’s saying all of this. There’s a voice in the back of his head thats screaming at him to tell you the very opposite, hijack this date and keep you here with him as long as he possibly can. Instead, he swallows down the jealousy thats beginning to cloud his mind. That had him wishing you were getting all dolled up like that so he could be the one to take you to a fancy restaurant and spoil you with food and wine he couldn’t afford just to see that classic smile of yours and know it was for him. “You look great.” He says, spinning you around so you’re forced to look him in the eye. 

Theres a softness and sincerity there that you didn’t often think of when it came to him and it makes that knot in your stomach tighten just a little more in what you excuse as nothing more than anticipation for the date even though a little part of you knows its not. You find your cheeks heating up and a bashful smile curling at the corners of your lips as you look up at him before a thought crosses your mind and you clear your throat, taking a step back from him as you glance down at your feet awkwardly. “Thank you, Frankie.” You blurt out, giving his hand a squeeze and pecking a kiss to his cheek so fast he wasn’t even sure it had happened as you rushed off towards the door to go save your date from whatever torment Santiago was putting him through. 

God, he was screwed. 

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[lafleaurie]

aaaand the search for a bucky/steve anon continues because some people don’t know how to be a decent human being

about me: my name is jaimee, i am 25 years old, and a switch (80% sub tho)

what i’m looking for: a bucky/steve anon that is super understanding, sweet, kind and sincere, doesn’t judge or become hostile with my anxiety and paranoia (that i’m currently working on, not asking to be fixed, just not to be judged or yelled at or ridiculed), you also don’t need to be on all the time, i understand being busy irl (i have a job i work 9-10 hours at irl so i get it) and sometimes just not being in the mindset to reply. MUST BE 18+, WILL NOT ACCEPT MINORS.

will be putting the tag ‘jaimee’s bucky anon’ so people can filter this and won’t have to see it on their timeline, once found anyways

please signal boost this! will be tagging friends, but no pressure, don’t feel obligated to reblog ♡

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[jebentnietalleen]

halla tara, noceur❤️❤️jtm

noceur - one who stays up late

It happens most nights, lately, much to his annoyance: he can’t fall asleep. The bac is causing him so much stress, he’s exhausted, yet he can’t seem to let his body catch the hint and just sleep already. Lucas tosses and turns a few more times before he lets out a long sigh, giving up. As soon as he sits up, he reaches for his phone, checking the time. 1h34. Fuck. He fluffs up his pillows and leans back on them as he mindlessly scrolls through Instagram. It doesn’t take him long to go through all the new stories and posts, most of his friends have probably been sleeping for a while now.

A yawn escapes his mouth as he opens up WhatsApp, thumb hovering over Eliott’s name. He is hesitant to open up their chat, because if he sees Eliott is online, he will definitely call him. And if he isn’t online… he will probably still call him.

The thing is, he knows his best friend is a night owl, and the chances are he is still awake. And it’s not like Eliott minds, whenever Lucas calls him in the middle of the night. He has said time and time again that Lucas can always call him, no matter the time or circumstances, and Lucas believes that. But. He just doesn’t want to take advantage of such a kind offer. Because the truth of it is, hearing Eliott’s voice does nothing to help him fall asleep. If anything, it makes his heartrate skyrocket and wakes up the butterflies in his stomach. Yeah. It’s a problem. The last thing he wants is for Eliott to find out about his embarrassing crush. Because that’s what it is, just a crush. He’s sure it will pass soon enough, but it won’t go away if he keeps calling him up.

His hands are itching to send him a message, but before he can do anything stupid, he throws his phone on the bed. It blinks almost immediately, signaling the fact that he got a text. It confuses him for a moment before he reaches out and grabs it, furrowing his brow in the process. His heart starts to beat fast when he sees who it is. Eliott.

Having trouble falling asleep again?

Lucas can’t help but grin at his phone stupidly. He knows Lucas has been online. What was Eliott doing, looking at their chat this late at night?

Yep, you know it.

Suddenly, his self-control is out the window, and before he knows it, he texts him again.

Care to keep me company?

His cheeks heat up as he presses send and regret hits his body instantly. Why is he like this?

Type bubbles appear as Eliott is forming a response, and he tries to mentally prepare himself for whatever is coming next. In the end, nothing could prepare him for what Eliott writes back.

I was gonna suggest that myself. I happen to have a killer sleeping tea that might just help, I’m gonna bring it with me. I’ll text you when I’m at your building.

Confusion hits him as he blinks at his phone, but his hands work on their own accord.

Awesome, you are the best. See you soon.

Well. This is new. He gets up frantically, walking to the bathroom to check how he looks. His reflection is mocking him: hair sticking out, shirt wrinkled, and dark circles under his eyes. This is a disaster. He tries to smooth out his hair and shirt best as he can before he splashes some water in his face.

It’s not like Eliott has never been at his apartment at night before. In fact, he has slept over quite a few times whenever they had smoked a bit too much or when he was simply too tired to go home. Yet somehow, this felt different.

The next 15 minutes go by achingly slow, but when Eliott lets him know he’s outside, he wishes he had more time.

Eliott almost look shy when he opens up the door to let him in, raising the bag in his hand. ‘I come bearing gifts.’

They sneak into the kitchen as soft as they can, trying their hardest not to wake up Mika and Lisa. Lucas is glad to have a distraction, he thinks, as he puts on the kettle to make them both a cup of tea. Eliott stays quiet, but he can feel his eyes on him as he pours the water into Mika’s favorite mugs. He’ll get shit for using them in the morning, but he doesn’t care. He hands Eliott one of them and tilts his head, nodding towards his room.

A strange kind of excitement settles in his belly as they sit down on his bed and face each other, cross legged and all. Lucas smiles into his cup, taking a small sip before he sets it down on his nightstand.

‘Thank you for this. For coming over. I felt very selfish for asking you to, but I’m glad you did.’

Eliott sets down his mug as well before he speaks.

‘You’re not selfish, Lucas, I wasn’t lying when I said I was just about to suggest it myself. Besides, you know I would do anything for you, right?’

The soft sincerity in Eliott’s eyes makes his skin feel like it’s on fire. He can only nod as a blush creeps on his cheeks. ‘I know.’

Something flashes in Eliott’s eyes that he can’t quite place, as he puts his own mug down as well.

‘You know… there’s something else that I have read in a scientific article might help you fall asleep.’

A mischievous smile plays on his lips and it makes Lucas chuckle.

‘What’s that?’

Eliott stands up and pulls back the covers before slipping under them. The sight of Eliott in his bed drives him crazy, making his thoughts spiral in a very dangerous way.

‘Cuddling.’

The thought of them cuddling up in bed is equal parts exciting and terrifying. Lucas bites his lip as Eliott pats the empty spot on the bed next to him.

‘Well, if science says so…’

He gets up from where he’s sitting and crawls under the blankets until he’s face to face with Eliott. It isn’t until he finally looks Eliott in the eyes that he can sense that he is nervous, and somehow that makes his own nerves settle a little bit. Eliott opens up his arms, and Lucas shuffles closer, burying his head in the crook of Eliott’s neck as he wraps his arms around him. He strokes Eliott’s back carefully before his hand reaches his hair, stilting a little before he dares to play with a few strands, causing Eliott to sigh contently into his shoulder. Something inside him wants to scream with how perfect this feels, lying in Eliott’s arms like this. He wishes this moment could last forever. Eliott pulls back a little bit and studies his face attentively.

‘So… Is it helping?’

Lucas shakes his head, ‘Not really,’ he whispers. And then, Eliott is cradling his head in his hand, thumb softly sweeping across his cheek.

‘There’s one more thing we could try.’

Eliott looks at his lips, and then into his eyes again, a silent question passes between them. Lucas nods ever so slightly, holding his breath as Eliott leans in and kisses him. It’s all he ever could have dreamed of and more. The soft pressure of Eliott’s warm lips against his own makes him want more and more. He opens up his lips as Eliott deepens the kiss, tongues moving against each other languidly.

They break apart for air minutes later, both unable to stop smiling.

‘You know, I don’t think your methods are working, because suddenly, I don’t want to fall asleep at all.’

Eliott laughs, eyes crinkling up into crescent moons, ‘I’m sorry, I should just go.’ He jokingly makes an attempt to get out of bed before Lucas swings his leg across his hip.

‘Not a chance.’

They kiss each other until the sun comes up, and then, they kiss some more.

[mandolovian]

fanfic writer appreciation

hello!!! due a highly unfortunate combination of both 1. i didn’t know it was fanfic writers’ appreciation day and 2. i had an exam today and so i wasn’t online over the weekend, i missed out on friday’s / saturday’s LOVELY posts and mentions :((

i think im really damn lucky that i stumbled on all you writers / artists / creators, i genuinely don’t think i’ve been this happy to be writing in ages, and you’re all so fucking amazing and talented and a little bit of my heart stays with you all

i thought i’d make a little list of some of my absolute fave writers and fic, since you deserve ALL the praise bc i personally know the absolute effort it takes to write fics of any length - this is not an exhaustive list by any means (see here for more!) but maybe i’ll update this somewhat regularly!

paz viszla | saviin’ika -- @stubbychaos : i don’t think i can properly articulate how much this fic means to me - has some absolute stunning prose and portrayal of pain, but such comforting and loving tenderness too. i’m thoroughly and absolutely invested in their story and lives together

paz viszla | you hurt, i hurt -- @datmando​ : i feel like i’ve felt every single emotion under the sun while reading this, it’s absolutely gorgeous and the way that paz is written is so tender and loving, and i love seeing their journey and lives just evolve with each chapter

paz viszla | something sweet -- @hdlynnslibrary​ : i love coffee shop aus and i loved this too! the little internal conflict that paz has about referring to the waitress as ‘his’ and something about imagining paz using a straw makes me very very happy

agent whiskey | my love is a dagger -- @goldafterglow​ : some of the most beautiful poetic language and sheer pining i’ve ever read. absolutely stunningly visceral characterisation too, and my heart just kept breaking for poor jack

agent whiskey | first time (soft) sleeping together -- @littleferal​ : amazingly comforting and empowering but still very loving piece. the line ‘you lead the dance’ - i’ve thought about that daily since i’ve read this

cassian andor | dissimulato -- @hansoulo​ : this was! the first fic i had read in like six years! absolutely 100% responsible for getting me hooked back into the starwars fandom and it was stunning fic too - to combination of dirty dancing and rogue one was amazing, and i spent actual money in renting havana nights after reading this

javier peña | sure of you -- @ergotautology​ : im absolutely biased because i requested this, but i cannot properly emphasise how whole this made me feel, and how much it just made my heart ache. also, this has amazing figurative prose and it feels like (and i know that) every word was chosen so deliberately, and i would sincerely love to live inside this fic

rex | of sleepless nights -- @chaotic-noceur​ : sleepy and tired and very very soft. one of the gentlest angst / comforts fics i’ve read and i love it so much. i may or may not read this almost nightly because of how loved it makes me feel

din djarin | the lovely moons -- @vercopaanir​ : genuinely this may have been the fic to tip me over from just lurking on here to actually writing my own fics too. i love it so much! the pacing and twists and the character development in this fic - honestly i could write a dissertation and still not cover how much i love it

din djarin | rough day -- @no-droids​ : im barely lying when i say my mouth is always a little bit open and a little bit dry while reading any part of this fic. stunning, showstopping, fucking delicious. that part about the reader doing a minihunt while sleep deprived was genius

gustavo gaviria | numinous descenso -- @gustavos​ : i read this because i was mildly interested at seeing a gustavo fic, then absolutely became hooked. im still not exactly sure how you made the character in such a way that my heart just breaks anytime anything happens to her. absolutely amazing prose, genuinely an amazing fic

[skye-maxwell]

28. noceur - one who stays up late

Persona 4 | Souyo | Rated T

(Pre-relationship, a bit of hurt before the comfort)

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On his first night back in Tokyo after his whirlwind year in Inaba, Souji stayed up waiting for midnight, staring at the old hand-me-down TV set in his bedroom. 

Nothing happened, of course. The TV didn’t hum to life on its own; no one showed up on the screen; nothing broke the suffocating silence except his own heart’s punctuated pounding. He even reached a hand out to see if it would break through the plane of the dusty screen. It didn’t.

He was relieved in a way, but in another way, he wasn’t. 

He speculated as to why that might be for the next five hours as he tossed and turned in bed, alternating between staring at the ceiling, the walls, and the pictures of his friends from Inaba that lived on his phone. 

The vague answer he eventually came up with was that he wanted the impossible; everything his heart desired the most was beyond his reach: he wanted to be back in Inaba; he wanted to rewind time and relive the past year (minus all the horrible parts, of course); and he wanted to have his Partner by his side.

A week of this nightly torture—waiting for a Midnight Channel that wasn’t going to appear and then overthinking every aspect of his past and future for hours and hours while miserably waiting for fitful sleep to come—went by. He had never felt more exhausted, not even after his biggest battles in the TV World.

He didn’t want to be needy, but on night number eight, he finally broke down and called Yosuke.

“I don’t really know why I do it,” Souji said after explaining his fixation on waiting for the Midnight Channel. 

“Maybe you’re hoping your soulmate will pop up?” Yosuke joked. “If you’re lonely, I’m sure there’s plenty of girls in the city who would love to help you out with that!” 

Souji grimaced, starting to regret having called Yosuke. 

He loved Yosuke, of course, but the fact that he loved him was one of the problems. He loved him a lot, probably too much.

Souji had always been bothered by Yosuke’s comments about Souji being some sort of chick magnet. He still couldn’t figure out why so many girls in Inaba had been interested in him, and the interest had unfortunately never been mutual, which led to a lot of guilt and awkwardness on his part. 

But back then he loved Yosuke, and only Yosuke. 

Well, that was still the case, which is why a significant portion of his sleepless nights was dedicated to feeling hopeless about that whole situation. His best friend, who apparently thought Souji should alleviate his loneliness with any city girl who would bat his eyelashes at him, loved him as his Partner but was never going to love him back romantically. And that was the worst kind of loneliness—he missed Yosuke on so many levels it was physically painful. He missed his physical presence by his side; he missed their routine that they’d grown so accustomed to; he missed a shared future he had imagined but that they would never actually have… 

“I promise I’m not waiting for my soulmate to appear,” Souji said dryly. 

“Hey, there’s no shame in wanting that! It’s kinda nice to think there’s somebody out there just for you…”

Souji pulled the phone away from his face for a moment to heave a heavy sigh; this conversation was going to make him sick to his stomach. 

Bringing the receiver back to his mouth, Souji attempted to keep things light: “The only person who’s shown up on the screen is my own reflection, and I sincerely hope I’m not my own soulmate.”

“Well, personas are like souls, and you have multiple… and hey, aren’t your Oberon guy and that Titania chick married? Maybe you are your own soulmate!” 

“Please, Yosuke, no…” Souji groaned. “Oh, and by the way, their marriage seems shaky at best, so that makes it even worse.” 

“I’m just kidding, man! You’re not your own soulmate.” 

“Well, now I’m not sure,” Souji said dismally, wanting to bury his face in his pillow. 

“Chin up, Partner. Anyone would be lucky to have you as a soulmate.” 

Souji scoffed, noting that the exhaustion was causing his normally rock-solid filter to slip. “You really think so, Yosuke?”

“Of course! Yosuke Hanamura’s partner could never be less than the best!” Yosuke stated proudly. 

Souji gritted his teeth, somehow filled with both annoyance and affection. 

After a too-short moment of contemplation, Souji blurted out: “I think I know why my soulmate’s not showing up on the TV.” 

“Uh, because it hasn’t rained, and you’re not in Inaba, and that whole thing was just a rumor to begin with?” 

Souji felt a distinct wave of anguish rise up in him, and while he was hoping for something more articulate, all he ended up whining out was, “Yosuke…” 

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t want some soulmate to show up,” Souji said frustratedly. He wanted Yosuke to be his soulmate, and if soulmates didn’t exist, he still wanted Yosuke. “I want… Damn it. When you said anyone would be lucky to have me, I wanted that to include you! I wish… I wish that included you.” 

Fuck, Souji thought. What the hell did I just do? Maybe he won’t get it. Of course he won’t get it. But just in case, how should I play it off—

“It did. It… it does.” 

“What?” Souji asked as his mind tripped over itself and its plans to divert Yosuke’s attention from his accidental confession.

“It… included me,” Yosuke said softly, but then he suddenly declared, “E-especially me!” 

If Souji’s mind had tripped over itself before, it was now tumbling down a long staircase, picking up speed and headed for a disastrous crash landing. 

Souji was about to ask for clarification, but then Yosuke started yelling a series of clarifications about how he missed Souji so much and how he had been miserable ever since he left town and how he just wanted to be with him… 

Then Yosuke started hiccuping and crying, and Souji just about lost it, because how dare anything make his Partner cry, but also wow because that wasn’t a rational thought… 

Before, Souji had very much desired a night of restful sleep, but this time when he didn’t get it, he didn’t mind one bit. 

He and Yosuke stayed up all night talking to each other, clarifying things and confessing things, crying and laughing on and off, wistfully reminiscing and frantically trying to figure out when they could fit in a visit to see each other asap, so they could say these things in person and so they could hug each other so tightly they would break each other’s bones and so they could kiss the stupid smirks off each other’s stupid faces… 

As the sun rose and Souji batted at his curtains to keep the offending sunlight out, the two of them started their long goodbyes. 

Then Yosuke suddenly said, “Hey, before you go… sometimes I wait for the Midnight Channel too. I’m scared something’s gonna pop up again, but I’m even more scared of missing something and not saving somebody who needs to be saved. I’m guessing that’s part of why you do it too. But I definitely wasn’t watching and waiting for my soulmate to appear. I didn’t need to, because I already had you.” 

Souji had thought he’d run out of tears by now, but here they were again, hot and trickling from the corners of his eyes. 

“Is it too soon to say I love you?” 

Yosuke laughed in delight, and then he was hiccuping again. 

“No. I… I’ve been wanting to hear that… for a long time.”

“I love you, Yosuke.”

“Partner… I love you too.”

After they finally hung up, with solid plans for Yosuke to shirk all else the following weekend and come to the city, Souji had the best sleep of his life, paired with dreams of Yosuke that were so pleasant he couldn’t have written them himself. 

He didn’t wake up again until that afternoon when Yosuke called to tell him he’d bought his train ticket and that he couldn’t wait to see him and that he hadn’t slept a wink because he was so excited and because his persona had been freaking out all day and that he loved Souji, more than anything. 

[dandelionfairywish]

my favourite ASMR story 's part 3

1.wholesome girlfriend asmr

2.afterglow asmr

3.sincerely noceur

4.izumi asmr

[ezrasarm]

Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day

I know, I know, I’m a little late to the party but I spent all of yesterday trying to actually finish and post a fic for once so I’m hoping you’ll forgive me for the delay 😂

Part 1 - THANK YOU!!!

(yes there are multiple parts to this so strap in)

I would like to start off with a huge thank you to those of you who thought of me and tagged me in those beautiful heartfelt messages! @a-seeker-of-imagination @adikaofmandalore @lola-wolf @agirllovespasta @oloreaa @din-damn-djarin @littlevodika @mrschiltoncat @cinewhore and @mindless--ramblings @plexflexico @imalovernotahater I’m looking at all of you 👀

I was just talking to @din-damn-djarin and @chaotic-noceur this morning about how theoretically (although heaven knows this isn’t always the case) writing should be something we do for our own enjoyment. To blow off steam, to let our imagination run wild, to have some form of creative output in our life, to feel productive, to make yourself happy, to make other people happy, etc. Whatever your reasons for writing, your own enjoyment of the process and content should be very high on that list. It’s very easy to get dragged down the rabbit hole of fixating on the number of notes and reblogs and comments we get on our work. And that’s great! If we’re gonna post this stuff it is endlessly gratifying and humbling to receive validation and appreciation for the hours upon hours of work that we put into it for absolutely no charge. But it’s not everything. It’s moments like these that remind me why I keep coming back. Knowing that I have a network of amazing, talented and supportive writers and readers, mutuals and friends who look forward to hearing from me and what I’m making next. That was never something I expected to gain by starting this blog but I am endlessly thankful to all of you for it.

Okay I think my point got away from me and I just wound up turning into a big mushy ball off feelings but what I was trying to say was thank you so much for your support because none of us are under any obligation to give or receive it but it sure does make things seem a whole lot more worthwhile when we do.

Part 2 - Right Back Atcha!

On to the second portion of this post! Screaming at you all about how talented you are!

@vercopaanir The Lovely Moons

TLM was among the first fics I read when I joined this fandom and I have loved every bit of watching your characters grow and overcome new challenges in every sense of the term. Every time I sit down to read a chapter I’m astounded by the professionalism and artistry you use to maneuver your craft because you are an artist. Reading it feels like it should be an actual print book that I can hold in my hand and turn pages in and write notes in the margins of all my favourite parts (’cause there are a lot). To think that you are author, editor and publisher all on your own while working still working blows me away!

@chaotic-noceur Scribbled Ink, To Be Human, Stanley

What can I say Kay? You write angst like no other. You are truly the angst queen but then you came along and you pulled a stunt like Scribbled Ink and excuse me? Who gave you permission to be both the queen of fluff and queen of angst?!?! You write such beautiful, heartfelt stories with concepts that are so raw and emotional and real and you do it with such finesse! I am constantly in complete awe of your writing!

@din-damn-djarin Find My Way Back To You, (Not So) Secret

Ploots, you magnificent bastard (there I said it)! I know you don’t believe me but I really do mean it when I say I love everything you’ve written with a passion. You come up with such astounding fic concepts and you characterize all the characters you write for so beautifully- I mean Frankie in FMWBTY??? You kept all my favourite parts of him but then you made him your own and it was astounding. I love that you’ve given me the privilege of being a part of your writing process and I have so much fun working on your fics with you!

@littleferal First Time Sleeping* Together

This series is bringing me life! I know I’ve already screamed at you but I love that you’ve looked at this very suggestible topic from the most innocent of viewpoints and explored the other forms that intimacy can take. That and they’re all just insanely cute and soft and fluffy and I love them!

@oloreaa Orbit

Rea!!!!! Our adopted tumblr child (except you’re not a child)! Somehow everything you write manages to be so soft and so cute and so fluffy it makes me feel like I'm about to spontaneously combust! You write Din cuddles for crying out loud! What more could anyone ask for than our big beautiful tin can to wrap them up in his arms and never let go? You write these moments with such a warmth and softness and intimacy thats hard not to fall in love with.

@starryeyedstories All Of Me

I still can’t get over how beautifully written All Of Me is! It just does things to me! It will always be way up at the top of my list of favourite Din fics! Your writing just makes me want more and I am seriously considering rewatching all the Star Wars sequels so I can read all your Poe stuff now. It is that good!

@aerynwrites What They Don’t Know

I don’t know what you did but I blame you entirely for my love of Paz Vizla now. It is seriously all your fault (and I love you for it). You are an amazing writer! Simple as that and you have so much beautiful content that I have yet to read. What you do for this fandom does not go unnoticed!

@agirllovespasta Masterlist

Yes. Yes I am aware that I’ve just linked your entire masterlist but it’s simply because I want everyone to read everything you’ve ever written. I love you and you are talented and amazing even if I don’t remind you of that as often as I should!

@tintinwrites Unspoken

I will admit I haven’t read a whole lot by you yet but of what I have read I love the way you weave your sense of humor into everything, it doesn’t fail to bring a smile to my face. The sass in unspoken killed me and I’m still not over Din talking to the kid.

@alwaysbethewest A Light In Your Eye

You are SO. FREAKING. TALENTED. You get that balance of sentimental and playful so perfect and it makes me feel things! Your characterizations are on the nose, the way you describe settings to set the atmosphere of the scene is amazing and your imagery makes my brain explode a little. You’re an artist. 

@dindjarindiaries Bittersweet

If someone asked me to site one blog to get a good taste of this fandom I would without a doubt point them in your direction. You write so many of my favourite characters and you write them so. damn. well. I love seeing you pop up on my dash- which reminds me I just saw that you updated Bittersweet but I haven’t had time to read it since and it’s driving me a little crazy.

@a-seeker-of-imagination Masterlist

 Alright, so admittedly I’m awful and I haven’t actually read anything you’ve written yet but you’ve got a Peaky Blinders fic I’ve got my eye on and you write for Pedro so I’m eager to do so! I can already tell you have such a passion for writing that anything you’ve written is bound to be amazing!

There are so many more of you who deserve love and appreciation and recognition and I sincerely apologize if I have missed you out of this list but my brain is a mess and I have trouble keeping track of who has written what a lot of the time! 

Part 3 - An Announcement Of An Announcement 

This is me announcing that I will be announcing something fanfic writer appreciation adjacent... soon (actually I’m announcing a number of things soon) so you should keep your eyes peeled 👀👀👀