72 for the writing asks!
72: What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten? [link]
thanks for the ask, sorry it took me an unreasonable amount of time to reply. it's just that this is! the hardest question on the whole thing!!! AAAA CHOICES😭!! Excuse me if i cry for a week while attempting the impossible: narrowing my answer down.
Thus, I shall turn to dnd dice. I've rolled twice simply because I am allergic to singling one person out in case it makes them uncomfortable. Numbers 14 and 6:
First shout out to @sitaray (90% sure this is ur blog bc the username is the same but like I am so sorry if it's not, lmk and I'll edit the post) for the two comments on World Walker ch. 66 that made me snort-laugh unexpectedly enough to almost drop my phone in the ocean. Positively THRIVING energy there, I could not hope to match it. Honestly? The words "tell me your secrets little magic man" are going to live rent free in my head for the rest of my life
Second shout out to @cactusprisms (I am also assuming this is you given the username. So sorry if it's not, same thing for editing the post as above) for the FANTASTIC vibes bestowed with tbh all reactions. This is more of a general buildup of compliments but it more than counts. (There was also, though I cannot remember the exact chapter, a reminder to take a break that was super needed. It's one of the ones that pops back into my head whenever I wonder if it's really ok to take a hiatus, and sledgehammers the doubt into fertilizer so ty)
Also, I am wholly outraged that there is not enough time to spend all day screaming about all the lovely people who have said kind things. The sheer audacity of the world. How dare. Y'all better know you're loved and appreciated✨😤💙
P.S. @historia-gloria a compliment in turn: there's a moment that lives rent free in my head. It's that moment when you depicted interpersonal conflict/resolution in the Caleb de Rolo fic with a realistic moment of characters struggling through their inherent bias. Flawless portrayal & I adore the way you showed multiple reactions to it without trying to rush or drag out their resolution!!
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Will be updating Legacy on AO3?
Hi, thanks for the ask!
I'm going to assume this a "Will you be updating" and the answer is yes, absolutely! Things are just unreasonably busy irl until maybe October-ish. Legacy is at an editing stage which takes time that I unfortunately have not had over the past several months. It will get posted eventually, though. I love that story and what it's meant to the people who read it so much. Too much to ever drop it.
Here's a scene from the draft to tide you over till updates happen. (I'll try to post one of the alternate Legacy starts on ao3 as well, so anyone following the Living Legends series knows I'm still writing abt this weird immortal child)
Fair warning: There be spoilers ahead.
Cheers!
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Eri wants Jiji to be happy again. Sir-san said he had a really bad day, and Eri knows all about those. She had one yesterday.
But heroes don’t always understand people like her and Jiji. They thought she wasn’t cursed without even checking, which she knows isn’t their fault, but she told them.
She told them, and they didn’t believe her.
Jiji did.
Maybe the heroes aren’t believing him about something, too.
So she asked Bakugo-nii what to do, even if he was with his friends who coo over her nickname for him and immediately started using it themselves. He got loud at them for that, so Eri asked if it was a bad name.
Then he got all red and even more shouty at his friends before asking if she wanted to visit Jiji.
Yes.
Yes, she wants to visit the cabin with its wooden floors that creak under her feet and soft mis-matched furniture. The air is always clean and smells like fresh growing things. There is no chemical smell that makes her head and stomach hurt. Jiji hugs her and smells like linen and the soil he tries to bury himself in like a bush. It’s different. So, so different from concrete walls and plastic-hard toys that feel like the chairs she had to sit in, and gloved hands that reached without asking. Eri is tired of being made and unmade. She just wants to be.
But there are phantom hands on her shoulders and arms that don’t go away no matter how hard she scrubs in the bath.
Everything is a memory.
UA uses bleach to clean. She can smell it everywhere but outdoors and the cabin with its ceramic mugs and musty bookshelves. Jiji keeps the windows open when she visits, so no matter how recently he cleaned, it doesn’t smell harsh or weird. His cabin smells like lemons and the green growing things he lets her water sometimes. She naps on his couch and on blankets he tucks into the dryer to warm up. They smell like freshly-laundered cotton. Safe.
So, yes.
Yes, she wants to visit Jiji, Bakugo-nii.
Bakugo-nii scowls because he’s allergic to smiling (Uraraka-san told her so) and tells Eraser-san he's taking her to ‘the nerd.’ Eri considers it a success.
“How do we stop the bad days,” Eri asks once they’re on their way, and maybe he thinks she’s asking for Jiji, but mostly she’s asking for herself. Today is a good day, because it’s not a bad one. Eating breakfast was easy. Just in case, she’s wearing her pink top that doesn't rub against her neck and arms like-
Like-
And she’s wearing her favorite skirt, because it has glitter on it. That’s every single color at once.
Bakugo-nii frowns at the grass. The ground is dotted with pink-white from fallen cherry blossom petals, and Eri wonders if that’s what snow looks like. She’s never been allowed outside long enough to see it before.
When she follows Bakugo-nii across the petals crushed underfoot, Eri keeps her eyes up, hoping to catch a lucky one mid-fall. Or better yet, a whole flower of wishes.
One wish for more good days.
One wish that this will never end.
One wish for Sir-san.
One wish for Jiji.
One wish for-
“Beat the shit out of them,” Bakugo-nii tells her. Eri wonders why she would beat the shit out of Sir-san and Jiji and good days before she remembers what she asked.
“I can’t.”
“Not like that,” Bakugo-nii growls as he holds up the low branch Jiji doesn't want to trim because he likes how it pats his head when he passes it.
Eri hurries down the path and waits for Bakugo-nii to catch up.
“Look, even if it’s a shit day, you gotta force the happiness in somehow.”
Eri follows him from behind, watching the hand in his pocket. She reaches out, pauses, and remembers bird masks guiding her to bleach-light-hurt. When she tried to run, they’d grip her tight until purple-green bruises peeked out from under the bandages.
Eri takes her hand back before Bakugo-nii notices.
It hurts in a different way, but she’s not ready to remember that. Not yet.
“Bad days don’t let me do anything,” Eri admits softly, painfully, because she’s still not used to cradling weakness in her open hands where just anyone can see it. Back then, she’d be scolded. Or they’d use it to keep her inside, away from the heroes.
Bakugo-nii grunts. “Yeah.”
Eri ducks her head and balls her fists in the glittery skirt Mirio-nii helped her choose.
She hates this.
She doesn't know what ‘this’ even is, just that she can’t play on the swingsets when the parks are crowded. Yesterday she cried and doesn't know why. There are nightlights all around her room but it’s still too dark, too cold even with all the All Might blankets Sir-san’s partner brings.
She wants to be someone else. Someone who sleeps through the night and can smile like Mirio-nii.
Jiji calls her ‘sweetpea’ because he thinks Eri will grow up and up and up like a bean sprout someday. She’d asked why he doesn't grow even though his hair is green like a plant but hers is grey like grandmas, and he’d laughed like bells and windchimes strung out over the open windows in summer. He said he’s done his growing. That he was primordial.
It means really, really, old. Ancient, maybe.
Older than mountains.
Eri wonders if there even were any mountains when Jiji was her age. He was her hight a forever ago. That forever feels much bigger than the forever between her and the old-old memory she has of Dad before her quirk came in. He was holding her up high, in that memory, lifting her up to put her on his shoulders that were taller than the mountains Jiji saw pop up.
She wonders if she’ll grow up happy. The forest does not expect anything of her, even when Bakugo-nii pauses again and looks at her like he’s trying to solve a puzzle with only his eyebrows.
Bakugo-nii holds out a hand, all fingers tucked in except his pinkie like it’s a promise. “You don’t like holding hands, right? Take it or leave it. Just don’t tell the damn extras I’ve gone soft.”
It feels even more like a promise now.
Eri reaches out, curls her pinkie around Bakugo-nii’s, and finds that it’s not at all like holding hands. “Okay.”
They continue through the woods like that, side by side, and Eri thinks that maybe it is a good day after all.
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