#thank you again anon for such a lovely and sweet comment I'm going to reread this for the rest of the day and bask

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if it's possible could you please rec your favourite bungou stray dogs fics??

OH MY GOD YES THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING ABSOLUTELY I WILL

update now that i've finally finished compiling them: this was so fun to do but a nightmare to choose (there are too many good fics) - thank you so much anon for asking it was so nice to go through my bookmarks again!!! but these are only a few of some of my favourite bsd fics.

i've got 25 here (i'll need to put them underneath a read more it's so so long omg) but if you'd like anymore, my primary blog is the same as my ao3 username and i have a lot of bookmarks there!!! they're all wonderful and i'd recommend all of them. anyways, i hope you enjoy!!

(side note: i tried to post this before the latest and last bsd episode came out and i hope i made it just in time)

And if I'm blinded, will my eyes become the planets? by Yui_Kuromori (5k) - not rated

- I need to leave for a few weeks.

He tells the president in a particularly sunny afternoon. There, with the sunlight filtering through the window, the man’s hair seems to glow golden, and the lines on his face are even more pronounced. Atsushi swallows nervously and does his best not to back off. He looks up, and meets Fukuzawa’s somber eyes and feels a bit of sweat trickle down his neck.

The president sighs and closes his eyes for a second. Runs his hands through his hair, and Atsushi already feels bad about all the problems he’s causing the man. He’s about to apologize, really, when Fukuzawa pronounces tiredly.

- I understand.

They leave to get to know themselves.

( the soft whimsical road trip AU no one asked for)

I am genuinely so in love with this fic you don’t even understand - i find it really quiet and comforting. DEFINITELY underrated - it’s one of the fics i’ll always recommend

TIP: read in the middle of the night before you go to bed!! i’ve read it so many times and this personally was my favourite time to read it

yokohama bay hotel by spirallings (9k) - teen

Ryuunosuke started his channel, originally, as a means to make his sister smile and laugh when they lived in that oppressive house. It grew far beyond that and allowed them to escape, and now it's his means of income: but he has always kept a tight lid on his privacy, separating his personal life from the persona he puts on YouTube and social media accounts.

While struggling to come up with ideas, he clicks on a video on his recommended feed and it leads him to the work of a reclusive musician under the penname Byakko Chain. All Ryuunosuke knows about him at first is his singing voice, his hands, and his guitar.

And those walls come tumbling down.

this fic i think is one i didn't expect to love as much as i did - i actually just reread it, but the comment i wrote before was that i didn't remember what happened in the fic, i just clearly remember how much i loved it - the first half was amazing but it's definitely the second half that ties it altogether

also i think the way the author writes makes it so easy to imagine - like,, the imagery isn't overdone but you can kinda see what it's like and it's so sweet (it actually reminds me of one of my favourite study with me's set in yokohama - also a rec!!)

TIP: id just say somewhere quiet where you can listen to music - i could easily read it during the day but i just prefer comforting fics late at night cause they make me feel like when i wake up i can actually live out what happens in the fic (obviously i can't but it's nice to dream)

An Awkward Encounter by SapphireSunstone (4k) - teen

Imagine you're trying to leave your secret boyfriend's place only to be met with your co-worker who is also trying to leave his secret boyfriend's place and in the middle of arguing you see your secret boyfriend's co-worker and you see a glimpse of his secret-boyfriend.

OR

Chuuya and Akutagawa's walks of shame seem to follow a similar path.

fluff and crack, what else could you ask for? side note: it also reminded me of a post i saw a while back by @hoshiumiumi (please look at their latest poe art it’s so pretty!!)

TIP: no tip, read whenever!!! might smile though so don’t read in front of your parents/friends if they’re the type of people who ask ‘oh what are you smiling at? are you texting someone?’and you don’t wanna tell them that you read fanfic

Into Your World by leedonghyucks (110k) - teen

A case gone wrong had caused Atsushi and Akutagawa to be transported to an unknown universe set 200 years into the future, where Abilities (now known as Quirks) were as rampant as ever. The renowned new Double Black have faced many fearsome enemies but can they survive the trials and tribulations of hero high school?

Spoiler alert: Barely.

a bsd and bnha crossover!! i actually remember a few of my screenshots from this - it’s a bit long compared to my other recs so far but very good

TIP: DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE HOMEWORK YOU WILL NOT STOP READING THIS

Plate :( by forest_raccoon (4k) - teen

It's an accident, for once. He was actually following the Official Household Chore Schedule and doing the dishes while Chuuya was out getting groceries. But one of the plates was slipperier than he expected, and as he attempted to dry it, it fumbled just enough out of his grip to crack against the countertop, chipping a bit off the edge.

It isn’t one of Chuuya’s fancy plates. Dazai is fairly certain that Chuuya has no particular attachment to this dish at all, actually. It’s plain white and utilitarian, part of a larger set.

So Dazai can’t explain why he’s frozen in place, rooted to the floor by some welling emotion he can’t quite pinpoint.

(Alternatively: local brilliant strategist has a slight meltdown over small uncontrollable part of everyday life)

by @sensitiveheartless!! a wonderful artist and author - definitely recommend reading other fics of theirs. this one hurt me but it was so good - they also made a comic/drawing for this!!

Interest Check by featherx (12k) - teen

“I read your work in the school paper!���

“O-Oh?” Poe fixes his posture a little, and resists the urge to straighten his ribbon. He knew he should’ve tied it a little tighter than he usually does this morning. “Er… W-What did you think?” If there’s anything he takes pride in, it’s his writing; most people are turned off easily by the horror themes he likes to use so much, but on the occasion someone does appreciate them, it gives him a feeling not unlike butterflies in his stomach. If Ranpo, of all people, is the latter…

“I figured out who the murderer was in two paragraphs,” Ranpo says, holding up two fingers, like he really needs to drive the nail in deeper.

—Or, Poe writes a whole musical in an effort to impress Ranpo.

this one i recently read and fell in love with it was so adorable!!! they're both ridiculous and i love them for it <333

life's like an hourglass, glued to the table by ephemerality (2k) - teen

Outside, there are sirens.

"I called the police," the helpful cashier announces from the storage room.

very hilarious - imagining what is going on in this fic may or may not make you wheeze - it definitely made me wheeze

playing the hero by FallenNiji (118k) - teen

“How’s U.A.? Does it live up to the general public’s expectations?” Ranpo, walking with his hands crossed behind his head, wondered.

“I literally witnessed an attempted murder, discrimination, bullying and experienced a Villain attack in the first month here, Ranpo-senpai,” Kyouka deadpanned.

“Is that a yes?”

(or: izumi kyouka, reformed assassin turned detective, infiltrates u.a. and more or less willingly surrounds herself with well-known pro-heroes and other such law-abiding citizens. what could possibly go wrong?)

i will admit that i can't remember much about this fic apart from i love the character interactions as well as the characterisations and i'm always looking forward to reading the new chapter - i've also posted a lot of screenshots from this fic if yall want like a taste or something

I Was Screaming Your Name Through The Radio by ElectricSplatter (256k) - mature

“Four months from now will be the seven year anniversary of when you and Osamu Dazai released your hugely successful first and only album Double Black and its diamond single Corruption. After performing with Dazai earlier this year, are you planning anything special to celebrate?”

“Corruption is insanely overrated, and I would prefer to never hear Dazai’s voice for the rest of my fucking life.”

i don't think i can bring myself to go through the pain this fic put me in again but it's really really popular for a very good reason - you definitely have to read it at least once

O expectations, stale and dismal airs, leave this body of mine! by aptlydapper (20k) - teen

Apparently, Chuuya has a signature(s).

Apparently, removing that signature(s) renders Chuuya basically unrecognizable.

Apparently, this works on everyone.

Chuuya would have liked to know this before getting accidentally recruited.

this one is WONDERFUL - i love the story in general it's such a cool concept and it's such a cool ada chuuya au - please read it at least once

love at first sight: coffee shop edition by setosdarkness (2k) - teen

Dazai and Chuuya get stuck in the rain, and end up sharing the only available table at a busy coffee shop.

[or, plot twists in my meet-cute coffee shop AU? it’s more likely than you think]

literally anything by setosdarkness is good - they're a complete icon - one of the backbones of the bsd fandom. i won't spoil it but it was very good - also recommend all 951 (!!!!!) fics of theirs

S(he) Came In Through the Bathroom Window by PocketsizedDinosaur (2k) - teen

Atsushi deals with Akutagawa's unusual (and inconvenient) habit of not using the door.

i don't really remember what happens in this fic but i remember loving it very much and that it also hurt me very much - double hit but perfect

360 degrees by setosdarkness (11k) - teen

Chuuya gets cursed by an Ability that forces him to eternally live out his biggest regret. Unlike the other victims who end up killing themselves or hurting others, Chuuya goes into a coma.

For his biggest regret is—

[groundhog day AU with a twist, where Chuuya relives the day Dazai leaves the Port Mafia over and over and over and over—]

OH MY GOD I LOVED THIS SO SO MUCH I READ IT LIKE A YEAR AGO BUT IT WAS SO GOOD

The Next Day by psychodaog (10k) - general

Atsushi wakes up in filthy rags and dried blood. He remembers the cage so vividly and it feels real.

It looks like the place he used to call "home".

(Atsushi travels back in time AU)

a WONDERFUL atsushi travels back in time au - i need to read more of these!! if anyone has some recs please send them in!!!

Striped by AliceinHyruleBastion (8k) - teen

Atsushi found his soulmate. No big deal. Until he comes into work one day with soulmarks on his face and the office demands an explanation.

SSKK soulmate AU shenanigans with a dash of battle, sass, and angst on the side!

sskk soulmate au!! so so wonderful - i also loved part 2

pull the trigger tighter and watch our distances explode by niwakaame (oolongteas) (8k) - teen

The world looks like a big spider's web, colorful, and bright and full of light.

In which Nakajima Atsushi sees the strings of fate, and beyond that.

i forgot to bookmark this and looked for it for AGES it was absolutely amazing i loved it

You're All I ever Wanted by iheartryuu (2k) - teen

“Chuuya,” Dazai mumbles, nudging the side of his face into his partner's neck. The redhead doesn’t move, doesn’t talk. He doesn’t make a single sound. He just needs this moment to last. He doesn’t want to face what will happen when he lets go and is forced to look into Dazai’s face.

“Chuuya.” Dazai speaks with a gentle voice. “Break my chains.” Chuuya shakes his head. He rests his forehead against Dazai’s shoulder. The brunette sighs, taking a gulp. His next words almost come out as a desperate whisper. “Break my chains so I can hug you back.”

Chuuya feels his throat tighten. He didn’t expect his partner to say that. So he shakes his head once again. His voice fans against Daza’s ear, sounding smooth. “If I let you hug me back, I don’t think I’d ever be able to let go.”

— aka, what should've happened when they met again for the first time in four years.

i think this nearly made me cry - or actually did - it was so so good

The Weretiger's New Houseguest by xxSoliusxx (31k) - teen

After a misunderstanding and surveillance tape proof, Akutagawa is faced with the daunting threat of the Port Mafia. He finds himself wounded in the pouring rain, standing on Atsushi's doorstep.

i only remember some parts of this very clearly but i remember it was all wonderful!!!

Dazai Undercover by Bibliophile109 (6k) - teen

“I thought the new employee was recommended by the Special Abilities Department,” Kunikida says weakly.

The man waves his hand carelessly. “Yes, yes, Father knows someone there, it’s all very convenient. Say, would you happen to know when the lunch break is?”

-

Dazai puts a bit more effort into hiding his Mafia background from the ADA, and ends up pretending to be a spoiled rich kid.

ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS - I JUST REALISED I FORGOT TO SUBSCRIBE AND IT HAS NEW CHAPTERS IM GONNA READ IT THE SECOND I FINISH THIS LIST

to build a home by lonelydoctors (5k) - general

”You have got to stop looking so shocked every time I visit, Poe-kun,” Ranpo says with a grin.

“N–no, but…I thought–I guess I just–“ Poe takes a deep breath and starts again, “I thought the Agency is supposed to be on a work trip in Shinagawa today. How did you even get here by yourself?”

Ranpo straightens his posture and shrugs casually, “Why, I took the train of course, Poe-kun.”

“You what?”

this one was SO adorable - according to my bookmarks i wrote "my GOD they own MY ENTIRE HEART"

This Color Ain't It by justcallmedude (108k) - not rated

“President, I understand Tanizaki, but Kenji?” Kunikida looked about ready to snap his pen in half as he, along with most of the people in the room, stared at their head. “Kenji’s methods are anything but ideal for an undercover mission! Please reconsider!”

“It is true that Kenji’s way of handling cases is unusual,” Fukuzawa agreed. “However, it is because of his ability to talk to people that I feel comfortable assigning him as our undercover agent with Tanizaki.”

- - -

Kenji Miyazawa is the ADA's naive detective given his possibly most difficult task to date: infiltrate UA and find the student spy before the heroes become aware that there is a traitor amongst them.

earlier in this post i included a kyouka goes to ua au, this one's a kenji goes to ua au and i loved them both very much!! i love kenji's characterisation in this it's so cool

Kiss My Wounds by bloodyinspiring (62k) - teen

The mafioso inhaled deeply, chewing the inside of his lip as he formulated his thoughts together before speaking, and looked the detective in the eyes. Gin told him to go for it, and when push comes to shove, bribe the guy. But money might not fix this if he mortified himself for eternity to come when he uttered the words...

“Marry me.” ~

A lot can happen within the three months of summer... Some people get the dream job they wanted, some graduate from school, and maybe others take on a new hobby with all the excess downtime they received (or thrown in jail like Dazai).

In Atsushi's case, he didn't expect to be proposed into a fake marriage with the one and only: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

(Occasionally on hiatus due to university but ongoing!)

THIS WAS SO GOOD OH MY GOD I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY BUT IT'S DEFINITELY ONE OF MY FAVOURITES

pull out your pen and write down your memory by Seito (75k) - teen

Instantly three things occurred to Shirusu.

First, fuck, this was the world of Bungou Stray Dogs. Second, given the appearance of Dazai Osamu standing in front of her, she had landed some time relatively close to the Dark Era. And third, these words slipped out before she could stop them.

“You’re asking me out on a date?! But you don’t even like women?!” Shirusu blurted out.

And Dazai blinked back at her in surprise.

Ah fuck.

im a sucker for isekai sometimes and this is one of my favourite ones

ataraxis by lurochu (46k) - teen

For the first time in his life, Chuuya wished Dazai was there. With one touch, he could quiet Arahabaki and give Chuuya peace of mind, peace of mind that Chuuya desperately craved. But that bastard never was there when he needed him anyways.

Chuuya's slowly killing himself and Dazai's half to blame. (discontinued)

as you can see in the summary this one's unfortunately discontinued but i remember reading and loving this so much

All hail our lord and savior Chuuya Nakahara by BlowingYourMind

a series with just a lot of chuuya fics and they're all wonderful! my personal favourites are Let me help you - His dark eyes got a little lighter - Baby Executive - The worth of a subordinate in Chuuya Nakahara's eyes - Yokohama public High School- almost as crazy as their pep rallies - Learning experiences - Chuuya Nakahara's issue with Black Coffee - "You stole my wisdom?!", and Don't break the honeycomb. although these are just the ones that i've read recently or remember really well!! i think all of the fics in this series are worth reading

#live review: there’s a noise outside my window that sounds like a crossover between a horse and a chicken and it’s so loud im going to die #update: i just heard the most ‘i don’t laugh cause my laugh sounds stupid’ laugh from like a bird or something #it was the most HEHEHEHE in a scratchy voice thing #note - like one week after i started this: I'M SO SORRY I'VE BEEN STRUGGLING TO WORK OUT WHAT TO PUT ON THIS WITHOUT MAKING IT TOO LONG #im trying to get it out before (my) 12oclock so i can get it out before the new bsd episode (for me it comes out at 1am) #bsd fic recs #fic recs #replies #anonymous #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs fics

[babyrubysoho-maiden]

Long ask anon here!

Thank you so much for taking the time to answer me. Or that the entire ask would go through. Also, thank you for all your effort and dedication to this manga. It's really appreciated. You're a true MVP 👌

And I even left some questions out, and shortened paragraphs (I kept getting interrupted and I was in hurry too) but I answered them myself when read the manga again right after I sent the ask just to be sure I wrote the right questions. Spoiler! Not completely or as eloquently as I would've liked.

And by the time you answered me, I realized I wasn't far off from what I wrote (based on your reply and the comments I saw, or maybe I'm giving myself too much credit) but also the completed answers were hiding in plain sight. I just didn't pay enough attention. Short attention span, you see. And I wanted to kick myself in the head. Specially because I reread mangas for the same reason. (Not completed answers since the story it's still being developed)

Again, thank you for your reply 👍😀

Off topic though, are interested in any other bl mangas, whether in progress or completed? Not at MR level but to be part of another fandom and have these types of discussions.

Happy new year! 🎆🎉

Happy new year to you too!

And you're very welcome, I enjoyed thinking about your questions ^^

Yes, I have a couple of other BL manga I'm very into, although not at all at the obsession level of MR🤣

For completed stories, I love "Boku no Omawari-san" (Sorry, I don't know the English names of any of these, but I think there are official English translations?) It's a very sweet daily-life story about a middle-aged local shopkeeper and a hot tall police officer who's been in love with him for a decade😍

For ongoing stories, "Megumi to Tsugumi". This one is omegaverse, but I like it because it's one of the best explorations of omegas and alphas who don't fit in with social expectations I've seen in manga. Plus it's adorable and hilarious!

And "Hidamari ga Kikoeru". This is a nuanced and really thoughtful exploration of deafness, when a super handsome but introverted university student with partial hearing loss falls in love with a very earnest young man who has a really loud voice XD. There are several volumes and many deaf characters with different approaches to daily life.

I think those are the ones I love most at the moment!

[remwrites]

Hello! I hope I'm not being too much but I wanted to tell you that I've really enjoyed your MCYT writing so much. 😊 I think I've reread the shore series at least 5 times at this point and your fireworks exploding in the distance series maybe 3 times. When Ao3 went down temporarily and came back, I had to go and reread them all again because they're really my favorites right now. I know you're writing for TMNT right now and I think that's super awesome! Just wanted to say I really love your work and thank you for sharing it with us 😊 The Shore series really moved me and I just really love it. Thank you again!

ahem BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU /aff oh my god cheers mate you're wild FIVES TIMES???? bestie i wrote thing i still haven't ever read it properly from start to finish LMAO

i do really appreciate that you enjoy it!!! sharing works is hard for me (thus originally being anon and hating reading my own work it gives me hives) so i always, always appreciate the comments and love i get on everything, it always makes the Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known worth it. y'all are such sweet lovely readers!!!!

cheers again!!! sorry that i live and breathe turtles now!!!!

#rem askbox #fic stuff

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💘💫🤍🪄 🦋 for the ask thing!

ehehe thank u anon!!!!

💘 Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?

honestly kind of all of them? i am chronically dissatisfied with my end products—mostly because i look back at them and see nothing so much as pacing issues, and a propensity to attribute too much emotional intelligence to my pov characters. i'm not going to rewrite them, but if i had a perfect world and limitless time, i'd rework both Sweet Hope and a pearl in my hand. they're both so good, but they could be so much better :')

💫 What is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

i'm very partial to the comments that involve people quoting the bits that personally victimized them >:3c with a very loud shout-out to the wildly sincere and personal ones—i write because reading has helped me through every hard moment in my life, and hearing that i've given that gift to other people means the fucking world to me

🤍 What's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?

i think generally people pick up what i'm laying down, but one thing that irks me a little is a minor trend of people reading Sweet Hope and walking out with the "Maia Drazhar Is An UwU Cinnamon Roll" thing still lodged in their heads. as a person who's been categorized by many abusers/toxic loved ones as A Faultless Ray Of Sunshine, i can say that it's an awful, awful place to be, and unfortunately i take my job as Disillusioner Of Maia Drazhar's Fawn Image very personally whoops, which was kind of a central motivator for me in writing that story? like that's one of the core themes, right? maia's aunt attributes a faultless and innate Goodness™ to maia, and everyone gets Upsetti about that because they all recognize that maia chooses to be good, though he has every reason in the world to be callous and cruel—and that it's the deliberate choice of compassion and consideration that defines him, and not some like. idk built-in Sweetness Coding. he is not good or sweet—he chooses goodness and sweetness, and that distinction is very, very important to me, and to my interpretation of maia, because it allows for the complexity of human (elvish lmao) error. he doesn't always say the right thing, nor should he be expected to by those closest to him. he doesn't always make the correct choice, nor does anyone. so like. idk!! he's not A Cinnamon Roll!!! that is very reductive to me and rubs me very wrong!!!!!!!!

🪄 What is your post-writing/sharing aftercare? How do you take care of yourself or celebrate yourself when you've finished a fic?

if it's a longer fic, there is a great deal of celebratory shouting and probably some excited dancing, followed by a jittery lap around the house before obsessively refreshing the fic page to watch the hits go up lmaooooo. for ficlets, i tend to say "NICE" very loudly, drop it and go do something else with a warm ember of satisfaction in my heart. usually there is a little drink involved in both of these.

🦋 What are you most insecure about when you post a fic?

oh boy uhh, everything kind of!! i worry a lot about my characterizations, bc i definitely have Opinions and i've come this far without getting my ass cancelled but i do worry about dumb stuff like oh no what if people don't like that i refuse to believe goblin emperor elves are all Literally paper-white and perfectly blonde or shit i shouldn't have leaned so hard into selectively mute link. and i do worry too about the self-indulgent Breakdown parts of my writing, eg the whole scene in Sweet Hope of maia breaking down at the opera or the big in pearl in my hand where link wigs the fuck out on sidon. those always feel too loud to me, somehow, like i've allowed myself and my characters too much license or awareness or Clarity or something? i usually refuse to reread those parts of stories tbh. like i'll do a cursory editing pass and then never ever touch those sections again bc i just get so embarrassed ;alkdfjwa;d

fic writer ask meme!!

#aj answers #anonymous ask #ask #ask meme

[icharchivist]

Hello again, it's me, the fanfic writer

First of all, thanks so, so much for your sweet comments, I always love rereading them, you're a joy to write for <3

But secondly, I just have to let you know that out of the three husbandos of the askbox, Belial is not the worst one to write for

Sure, inspiration for him tends to hit me like a sledgehammer, but I've had a WIP with him lying around for two years now and he's never bothered me about it. He's just perfectly happy to lounge around in the back of my mind and wait until I'm ready to give him the time of day again. Very patient

Lu Woh surprised me, because he genuinely hit me out of nowhere - and we already talked about how weird the timing of it all was - because I didn't think I'd write for him at any point. He gave me a nice and simple idea that I originally even thought about just leaving in the askbox before I decided to flesh it out a bit and then didn't push any further. While I was supposed to go to sleep, I figured hey, let's just finish this thing right now, it's short and sweet, after all. So I did and everyone was happy

It's Seofon who then decided to be a pest

I didn't plan on writing anything for him either, I didn't really have any fun ideas, but then I kept getting hit with that stargazing scenario. Like he slipped the boundary some money to insistently prod me while I was trying to fall asleep

Well, it worked. I hope he's happy, because he was holding my sleep hostage until I delivered

I had to get on his piece literally right after I'd finished Lu Woh's. Madness

So yeah, before you try anything, know that Seofon can be incredibly annoying when he wants attention. But I guess that isn't altogether all that surprising

I definitely took some inspiration from asks I'd seen here before, I remember one Anon bringing up stealing his cape, for instance and I completely agree, if your partner has something like that, it's your legal obligation to steal it

And the ask about him fake-stretching to put an arm around you, because I could just see it so vividly

So big thanks to everyone here for being such a big inspiration, as always <3 Please take care

aahhh it's so so good to see you again hi <333

And aah i'm so glad you liked reading the comments, you deserve all the praises for all the goodies you bring us at all time and i'm so happy you enjoy that <33

as for the husbando madness, holy shit.

This is a miracle that somehow Belial isn't the worst. He seems to be behaving very nicely compared to his usual habits, i'm very impressed.

for Lu Woh, this is scary. Once again probably a bit of the hivemind because the timing is insane but, damn. He really came to you like a surprise. but it's so nice that he gave you a good idea and honestly, the Lu Woh story was really cute, i loved it.

(since it hasn't officially been linked, here it is)

"It's Seofon who then decided to be a pest" yeah that tracks (and that wording is making me laugh so hard)

(relinking the Seofon fic here)

"Like he slipped the boundary some money" dLKFJDKLFJDFLK THIS IS SO FUNNY. it really does feel like he kept nudging you like Daaaanchouuuu-chaaaaan where is MY fanfic. Amn't i in your thoughts enough. Please pretty please. please.

but in the end it really worked out so well, it's honestly so amazing. I noticed the timing between the Seofon fic and the Lu Woh fic was tight, but damn i didn't expect it to really be this "ok i'm done with Lu Woh, here, are you happy Seofon?"…. like their fight in a way.

Honestly the fact i could recognize some of the asks' prompt was so funny, i felt like

everytime there was a prompt i know i saw on my DMs. It was really funny.

Agreed totally on the stealing cape and the stretching, this is so fitting of him that it makes total sense you included it in your fic.

I'm so glad that this place can give you all the inspiration you need to write a bit more <333 what a delight! I'm genuinely so happy you feel this way and as the owner of this blog this is very humbling to think we can gather here, sharing silly ideas, throwing them at the wall and see what stick and all.

thank you once again for the fics you wrote and thank you for sharing them <333

I'm so delighted to see it and to see this ask ;D

take care!!

#ichareply #ichafantalks gbf #anonymous #i'll get back the original ask with the siete fic in it so siete anon knows it was made for them #but <333

[madokasoratsugu]

i've been trying to work up the courage to comment and then i figured out you have a tumblr so! i hope this is fine. when i first got into the fandom i went through the whole tag and fell in love with your works and then just under a week later i saw you uploaded something new and i was so pumped. in your newest work, i'm so fond of takumi - he's so upset that isami and megumi weren't planning on the royal treatment and his fluster at being on speaker phone. i also love the twins joke so much

to keep it short since i think it might be rude to flood your inbox, i really love your works and am so grateful that i've gotten the chance to read them and reread them countless times. the sun god fics! erina going out with friends! the soulmate one, and so many more. i really like how you write. i laughed a lot throughout "part time lover" (and ofc, don't feel pressured to respond)

oohhh my gosh anon i... ;_;;;;; thank you so so much for reaching out and leaving me such a sweet message..../// im so happy to hear that you enjoyed my fics (and reread them !! aah !!) and i made you laugh !!

my inbox will always be open if you want to leave a comment, don't worry about flooding it haha !! (hehe yes the twin joke was one of my fav parts too)

thank you again for reading and enjoying, and going out of your way to let me know about your enjoyment ! ;w;;;;

im literally so ;_;;; over this...soutaku fans yall never fail to make me cry....truly the sweetest bunnies in the world...

#shady business #inquiries #literally had to stop and walk away bc this made me feel so much askdhfk #GENUINELY 100% THANK U ANON #and @ anyone who has ever told me your reread my fics #i am blowing all of you the BIGGEST kiss

[stiles-o-dylan24]

It is me, the newt anon, you busted me I have to admit it, i feel like I asked you too many questions about that newt series ( that I'm actually really excited I don't know if you knew but I love maze runner and newt so much) and didn't want to bother you anymore so I camouflaged myself into a Steve anon but wanted to let you know that I actually love your works, IABY i Loved it, following it since you were still writing season 5 I think and every once in a while i still go and reread it or my favourite parts and you can't imagine how happy I was when you came back after so long I missed you very much even if we don't know each other you are still very important for me ❤️

the Steve camouflage was totally working, it was just that last little newt comment that made me connect the messages😂

but HEYYY! You’re seriously the absolute sweetest and never a bother so please don’t feel like you ever are, I love the questions! I’m so excited for you to read the series🥰 I hope it lives up to the hype again you don’t have to clarify but if were you also the anon who requested this rewrite before my hiatus I’m sorry it’s taken me so long BUT it’s written especially for you!

It makes my heart so full to hear you’ve been here this long and have loved everything! Also that you go back to reread certain parts😭 that is simply everything to me! Im so sorry for the break I took, I did not handle the grief of losing my mum well at all. Not that there’s a certain way to handle it, I’m just sorry for not being communicative during that year and a half. You’re amazing for sticking around and still being here through it all so thank you for your sweet words! You are very important to me too lovely💛💛

#sweet nonnie words #seriously sweet messages #anon #answered

[merihn]

Hey Alex! Hope you're having a wonderful Christmas <3 Many thanks for all the great writing you've done this year, you're such a fantastic writer and I'm so glad you're sharing your work with the JatP fandom, and look forward to seeing more from you when you're ready to post it x

Hi! I had a great Christmas! I hope yours is going well too 😘

🙈🙈🙈 ugh you are so sweet, thank you so much for sending this message. Hopefully I’ll get out of this tiny little rut I’m in and get back to writing. I feel juuuust a little like JatP kind of saved my life (maybe not that extreme but pretty close) because I hadn’t been in a fandom for 8 years and basically life felt pretty empty until this silly little kids show came along. I ended up watching it at least once a day (twice, a couple of times) for like 2 weeks.

It brought me back to Tumblr, which I far prefer to any other social media, and it got me talking to a friend I had kind of drifted from again.

#ok like a looooot of shit has happened over the last 8 years #and it just kinda feels like when you don't have a fandom/fixation that life isn't that great #there's not that thing you can fall back on that's guaranteed to make you feel brilliant #to immerse yourself in #like I still read some fic and stuff but nothing was that exciting #fandom is amazing and I cherish it so much #plus it brought me Yeo and I'm completely obsessed with her so #because that's another thing fandom brings you #AMAZING friends #I've drifted from most of my fandom friends and damn that hurts as much as drifting from rl friends let me tell you! #anyway shut up alex #thank you again anon for such a lovely and sweet comment I'm going to reread this for the rest of the day and bask #Anonymous #i hope you read all the tags bc omg the amount of SPECIAL i felt when you used my name!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #if you want to message me off anon (if you have an account) please do! lets be friends!

[ohheyitsokay]

Omg I'm SO sorry!!! I'm the soulmates pain AU anon, I was completely aware you were the one with the milestone!! I saw the post through Molly's rb and I was almost completely sure I had opened your blog to send you the ask but alas, the Tumblr app can never give you any certainties. That long-ass message was completely dedicated to you, I still can't quite grasp how I managed to send it to scribbledghost 🙄🙄🙄 Sorry!!! Congrats again, I love you!!!!

for reference a Din Djarin x reader soulmate request where your soulmate feels your injuries and pain

hello, dear heart!

I wanted to say, before anything else, thank you. I've reread your words multiple times since you sent this, confirming they were to me, and they really mean the world to me. thank you so, so much! anyway, your idea is fantastic, I had a lot of fun with this one! I hope you like seeing what I did with your already wonderful thoughts 💕

ps it's well documented that I'm a big fan of sprawling thoughts, so please never apologize for sharing them!

warnings: mentions canon-typical injuries, a bunch of fluff. at least enough for a couple of throw pillows

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soulmate requests / follower celebration

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There's a short burn on his forearm when he wakes.

Din stares at it, wondering at the dull ache, trying to place the injury from yesterday's adventure when it hits him. Hot and golden warmth, flooding through his chest, thawing his flesh against the cold filtered air.

It's one of yours.

A burn, on his forearm.

And selfishly, indulgently, he pauses for a moment, mind slipping away from duty and expectations to dwell in the daydream of his soulmate.

First, his mind creates an image of a blurry mandalorian caretaker, gently moving around a kitchen in the covert. You stir a pot, tapping the spoon on the side before setting it down. Hearing distant calls, you turn too quickly and oh - a sliver of burn along your arm.

Din wants to help, wants to pull you away from the domestic .... danger, and he rushes forward. Your helmet turns to him and he almost sees it - before his mind can no longer produce the answers he aches for late at night.

The second image is of you, in armor as gleaming as his own, in a thick, unrecognizable forest. The hairs on his neck are at full attention, already subconsciously wanting to shout - but you don't need his help. You're breathtaking in all versions of his daydream - but watching you fight with practiced ease punches the air from his lungs. For a moment he feels self-conscious of his awkward maneuvers and slapdash fighting but then his mind pulls him back. You're protecting someone, or else you wouldn't have messed up - you never do, injuries from you are too rare - but you shove them behind you, shooting an enemy over your shoulder before your helmet snaps back. There are so many - you're surrounded - and a hot, sharp blaster bolt grazes your forearm before your fury is truly unleashed.

He runs his fingers over the burn, almost giddy at the possibilities.

Mandalorians are few and far between, but he's grateful he has a soulmate, and even more thankful you've kept yourself out of harm's way almost entirely, since you'd been connected.

As he dons his layers, the shine of his armor reflects bruises and scrapes littered across the expanse of his skin. His own, from his journey, and one beautiful little burn from his soulmate.

And then they're covered, and the armor is tied securely in place, and he leaves his daydreams in the room as the ship door slides unceremoniously shut.

-

You hiss at the burn, clutching your arm.

Great. Just what you needed - another injury to add to your impressive collection.

At least my soulmate gets a gift from me this time. You roll your eyes.

The vendor next to your stall is a sweet lady, already apologizing for her steaming pots and pans and offering you compensation.

The credits would be nice, but you could hardly justify taking anything, especially since it was your soulmate's fault your body was riddled with aches and pains in the first place.

Waving your hand, you accept her counter offer - a bowl of her perfect broth and noodles - before retreating. You sell cloth, from beautiful dyed lengths tucked away to sturdy, unstainable blacks, and it was days like today that you thanked your stars for that choice.

There's a thick pile in the middle that you perch on, sinking into the folds as your body cries at you, and you sigh over your soup in relief. The burden of waking to webbing bruises and sprawling scrapes and the more-than-occasional broken bone is eased by your stall - sitting and haggling until the sun goes down. That is, unless there's drama in the market, as it seems there is today.

In the distance you hear shouts, more than those of vendors selling meat on sticks to passing warriors and merchants - the taunts of drunkards.

Someone is coming, and you almost laugh when you see his form in the distance, because he's trying and failing to be inconspicuous. It's impossible, with his gleaming armor, but still he ducks into shadowy spots, forgetting - or maybe ignoring - their inhabitants.

"A Mandalorian has graced our market," your neighbor remarks dryly. They were respected, but it was well known that chaos followed them. You share a look, both wishing you were wealthy enough to conpletely pack up shop. If anything, a logical person would put away most of the stock and hunker down for a few hours. Weighing the odds was difficult: if you were lucky, the chaos wouldn't bother your business, and shoppers might be drawn out, hoping for entertainment and spending as they waited. If you weren't, a wayward burst of plasma or blaster fire would destroy your whole month's stock.

You looked at him again, the Mandalorian kneeling down the street. His form was... almost handsome, formidable but careful. He was light on his feet, seemingly with gentleness on his mind, and it drew you in like a moth to flame. You decided to stay, and hope for the best, your curiosity pulsing like your bruises.

And you were lucky, that day, because he ducked away not a moment later, taking the exciment with him.

Until, he came back the next day, this time on the prowl, stalking up and down the edge of Dicer's Row, one hand on his blaster and the other atop a bulky, wriggling bag. This time, you ventured to stand, folding and refolding your displays as you watched him through your lashes.

And then he made his move, and you sighed, feigning a yawn to cover your disappointment from your neighbor's knowing smile. She shouldn't be wiggling her eyebrows over the box wall between you - honestly his type were more annoying than anything. A crash from the alley confirmed it: there was no way a guy like that cared about his soulmate. The gentleness from before was surely a trick of the light.

Your whole side lit up with pain, the impact of something hard against your whole side and you groaned, settling into your mound again. Any curiosity or attraction was snuffed under your annoyance and pain, and your mood soured like fruit left unpicked on the tree.

Selfish, you thought, glaring as a chicken ran squawking from the commotion. What a jerk.

-

The next day, you tried to maintain the sentiment, huffing as he wandered the stalls.

Why does he keep coming back?

You'd have thought his time here was over when he'd dragged that lowlife out of town yesterday. But here he was, buying a crock of soup at the stall next to you, and ignoring her comments about how he couldn't eat it with his helmet on.

She had warmed to him, since he'd put money in her pocket, chattering in a way that kept him stuck for long moments.

It struck you as strange - he almost seemed too awkward to leave, like her returned generosity actually meant something to him. A man like him... surely could've just walked away.

But he stayed for awhile, nodding and looking at the spoons she carved in her free time, and you almost thought he was looking at you, too. Then he ducked his head and planted himself in front of you, and certainly he was.

For all the years you'd spent weaving words to sell your fabrics and goods, you'd never been so speechless. The Mandalorian was large, sharp, shining edges and bulky canvas packs tied to his shoulders - he seemed out of place, filling your whole stall, shuffling as he loomed over you.

He asked for soft brown things - children's clothes.

"Of course, I - I mean, yes, just over here -" you tripped over your words, caught completely off guard by the shape of him, the feel of him just an arms width away, and his request. You stumbled from your seat, nearly toppling in your hurry and his gloved hand wrapped around your arm, catching you.

"You're injured," he stated not really asking. It was... overwhelmingly intimate, him knowing, and acknowledging it, like he cared.

"Yeah, my..." you swallowed, trying not to get lost in the dark glass inches from your face. "My self-centered soulmate keeps getting himself nearly killed."

Even with your heart thumping in your chest, you couldn't keep the bite from your words, bitterness having collected over years of nursing injuries that were consequences of someone else's actions. He didn't let go of you for a moment, his helmet pulling back and tilting, like he was startled.

Then he was cautious, unbearably so, releasing his grip like a child freeing a captured creature when it was time. The topic was dropped, and he made his purchase quickly, but before he left, he paused. The Mandalorian's gloved hand ghosted over your cheek, slowly moving a hair back into it's place, and if you hadn't known better, it was almost an apology.

And then, thick cape swirling in the dust, tiny clothes in tow, he swept away, leaving you along with your whole body alight with a foreign longing.

-

Din felt as though he'd been stabbed.

Hot, hot feelings poured through his chest, spreading fast as fire as he desperately tried to sort through them.

You - you were incredible, fragile and bruised, with the most stunning, determined eyes he had ever seen. Not a Mandalorian, and you had a ... a soulmate, a fucker who left your skin littered with marks, burdening you with ...

He felt panicked, shocked, and guilty, just as he had when you'd told him. It had never occred to him that his soulmate might be there... out there, constantly burdened by his recklessness. His body screamed for attention, something he so often ignored, but this time, he was almost deafened by it.

His feet, legs, arms, chest, heart - all of them wanted him to return to you, in your little fabric stall. To... what? Truly, he hadn't the slightest idea, so his mind won out, shaking a little to try to reign in the muscles that he'd taught to obey him.

He couldn't go to you.

But, he couldn't stay away.

-

He was back in the market, and this time, he wasn't being subtle about staring at you.

Tall and ... slow, he waded through the crowds, making his was towards you like he was following a careful path.

"Can I help you?" You stood, moving almost involuntarily towards him. "Was there something wrong with my -" he was already shaking his head, hands reaching to make you shush.

Waiting, an irrational part of your mind wished he would touch you again, would place his big hands on your skin and sooth the aches that haunted your life. It was unfair, but you didn't stop it, couldn't if you tried.

Carefully, he slid a single finger to your arm, pushing up your sleeve to reveal the little burn you'd gotten.

He was being gentle. It made you want to stomp your feet, jealously welling up in your heart like bile, bitter and hot. How could it be, that someone so powerful had learned so quickly, wanted to, and he wasn't - he wasn't even your -

Then he moved again, pushing up his own sleeve and your thoughts tumbled over each other. It was intimate, even more than before, desperately trusting, as his skin near glowed in the morning light. And there was a burn on his skin, hairs singled like they'd met the edge of a pot of boiling broth.

You wanted to punch him. This man has spent years tossing his body around like he had one one spare, making your own as brittle as bread crust and - you wanted to kiss him. This man had learned after a single day, the impact of his actions, and had been nothing but kind.

The forehead of his helmet pressed into yours, and the two sides of your mind compromised.

Later, words would come - they had to.

But now, your eyes closed, and you sighed. He had the rest of your life to make it up to you - and he would, you were sure.

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@fangirl-316 @scribbledghost @writeforfandoms @beautyagegoodnesssize @princess76179 @mrsbentallmadge @horton-hears-a-honk @saradika @zinzinina

#din djarin x reader #soulmate requests #anonymous and elle #elle only posts soulmate rqs at weird hours thats the rule

[dreamdropxoxo]

I just reread the Love is Blind series (one of my absolute favs). I was wondering if you had any update on where they are now? Who is still together!?!? Is Auguste a dad? Where’s Ancel? I’m so curious!

Hello my dear anon!

I'm so happy you like the series! You just made my day with this wonderful message. Under the cut you find a small update on them 🥰 Let's call it the ✨special episode✨. I hope you like it.

And Ancel: Ancel is a social media star who likes to dress up Berenger in the most outrageous outfits and bullies him into doing some or other dance performance, despite Berenger having no feel for the rhythm.

“Well, here we are now, two years later with all our participants from the first, original series of “Love Is blind”. Obviously, we all are extremely curious to know who is still married and what happened in the meantime.” Kelly’s grin was infectious as she welcomed the guests in the studio and the audience at home.

Laurent sat beside his brother on the couch, keeping his face carefully blank. He had opted for a high-neck pullover in black that was one of Damen’s absolute favorites on him. It accented his lean, strong body as well as his golden hair. He had seen Damen’s look when he had stepped into the room.

“Let’s take a look. Each of the participants sent a short video previous to their reunion.” They all looked towards the large screen behind them where the first video loaded.

Nik’s smile seemed almost soft as he talked about Nicaise, and Laurent still couldn’t quite believe that those two found each other and actually worked out together. He hadn’t suspected that Nik of all people, who chose Lykaios in the series, would try his luck with a person like Nicaise.

Kelly laughed when the video ended with Nicaise, sneaking up on Nik and dumping some kind of slime directly in his lap. “It seems like a lot of excitement.”

Nik grinned as he saw it. “I thought about recording a second one, but honestly, it’s more descriptive of my life than anything else.”

Laurent couldn’t keep from looking at Damen, who sat beside him and observed his best friend with a bright grin. If someone was even more delighted about Nic and Nik happening than Nikandros himself, it was Damen.

The videos were all fun or sweet and when Jokaste’s face appeared, Laurent couldn’t wait for the audience’s reaction. She looked lovely in the red summer dress.

“Darling? You already started without me!”, Auguste’s upset voice sounded from somewhere to the left of the camera and Jokaste turned her head.

“You took forever with— your project.”

“Did you already tell them? If you did, we’re going to record this whole thing again, just be warned,” Auguste huffed, as he plopped down beside her on the couch. She patted his thigh with a small smile.

“I didn’t. I promised you, you could tell them.”

Auguste took her hand and pressed a kiss on the top of her hand. “Thank you.” And then he produced a black-white photo from somewhere and held it up in the camera.

“We’re going to be parents!” He sounded so excited, it made Laurent’s heart swell in his chest. The cheer from the audience and the other participants was loud and enthusiastic.

“Wow,” Kelly commented, “so, safe to say that Jokaste and you are still married? You’re expecting your first child together. Congratulations.”

Auguste grinned. “To be completely honest, I never thought my life would look like this when I entered the experiment. I couldn’t be happier.”

Kelly grinned. “I’m so happy for you. Jokaste, how are you feeling? I’m sure you have to be excited.”

Jokaste, sitting on Auguste’s other side, laughed. “Oh, I can only agree on that. I never thought I would be a mum. But now that I’m about to be one, I have to say that the excitement is definitely there.”

She placed one hand on the almost indiscernible baby bump, hidden under her loose blouse. “I know we have the best supporting net and I’m not only glad about finding my lifelong partner in this experiment, but also grateful for the wonderful friendships I got to make.”

Kelly immediately took up the thread, “Yes, you and Laurent are especially close as the two of you confirmed just before. Let’s see what Laurent has to tell us.”

The next video started up and there Laurent could see himself. Sitting in the living room of his and Damen’s house. He didn’t wear a turtleneck for the recording, but his hair wasn’t tied up like now. The mating mark was still hidden. He looked serious, as if he had to announce something horrible, and he could hear the audience gasp in horror.

Ha, that was the effect he had aimed for, but then Damen the oaf appeared behind him and kissing the top of his head before brushing Laurent’s hair to the side and pressing his fingers to the mating bite high on his neck. Now the audience gasped again, but this time for different reasons.

“Stop trying to traumatize the poor people,” Damen commented with an indulgent smile, then he looked straight at the camera and said, “He’s the love of my life and while I annoy him on a regular basis, he would never think about leaving me, aren’t I right, love?”

Laurent saw himself roll his eyes while a small smile stole itself onto his face. “You know I wouldn’t.” Goodness, they were indeed sickening sweet. He would have to apologize to Nicaise the next time they saw each other. He could feel Damen’s hand closing around his fingers.

Kelly laughed. “Well, if that isn’t a declaration of love. You two are mated?”

“Yes,” Laurent confirmed, “apparently, we’re a fated pair and my mating heat got triggered at the wedding and we decided to just go with it. It was the best decision of my life so far.”

Damen the big sap, leaned over and kissed his temple. “I love you.”

“Awww, you two are just too cute. I’m sure we’re all in agreement about this.” Kelly smiled so brightly, Laurent was a bit afraid her cheeks might start to cramp. Lazar and Pallas were also still very much married as were Kallias and Erasmus. Laurent was happy for them. It was good to see them again, although he had dreaded their appearance in the show.

“Now, Torveld,” Kelly turned to the alpha across from Laurent, “there is something you’d like to say.”

“Yes, thank you Kelly. I’d just like to apologize to you, Isander, for being such a blockhead. I didn’t think about how my behavior might hurt your feelings and for that I’m genuinely sorry.”

Isander stared at the alpha with an open mouth. “It’s alright.” Laurent wanted to tell him that it decidedly wasn’t alright, but this wasn’t his place.

“And I’d like to apologize to Laurent and Damen too. I’m happy that the two of you are happy and I shouldn’t have acted like I did.”

Laurent could feel the vibrations of a beginning growl against his side and he simply put a hand on Damen’s thigh and released some of his pheromones. Other alphas wouldn’t be able to smell him anyway. His mate immediately relaxed against him.

“While I still don’t approve of your behavior, you didn’t hurt us or our relationship. It’s in the past and I hope you learned something from it,” Laurent replied with a shrug. He couldn’t be bothered with some idiot alpha. Damen gave a sharp little nod, and that was that.

After the recording, the participants were invited to a buffet. Laurent stayed close by Jokaste’s side, knowing that sometimes the scents of others made her nauseous, even Auguste was sometimes too much for her. Laurent’s muted omega scent made him the perfect companion for her.

“Good that you kept Damen from launching himself right at Torveld back there,” she murmured with a smirk. “Although I think he would deserve it.”

“Stop it, blood is such a hassle to get out of clothes and I really like those jeans on him,” Laurent replied with a pointed look at Damen’s backside, clothed in tight, pale blue-jeans.

“Understandable, really,” she agreed with a laugh and then buried her face in his neck. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. That’s why I’m here after all.” Laurent patted her back and let her breathe in his scent. “I think we shouldn’t keep hanging around. Let’s go home and watch Encanto.”

Jokaste giggled into his neck. “Let’s do that. I’m tired.”

Laurent squeezed her and waved for Damen. “Be a darling and go get Auguste. We’d like to go home.”

“Of course, love,” Damen replied and kissed him softly before shouldering his way through the crowd. He came back with Auguste, who held two glasses of orange juice in his hands and looked a little bewildered. “What is it? Jo, are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m just fine, honey. But Laurent promised me to watch Encanto at home. He definitely wins over some orange juice and dozens of people asking to feel up my belly,” she replied with a sardonic smile. Auguste nodded. “You’re right, let’s go home.”

And home they went, joking about how Jokaste and Damen were finally allowed to post all the social media content they wanted to post. Life was good and Laurent was glad that he was weak to his brother’s wishes. This had been the best, worst idea Auguste had ever had.

#love is blind series #captive prince #lamen #lauren x damen #damen x laurent #jokaste x auguste #auguste x jokaste #my writing #special episode #and they lived happily ever after

[gentil-minou]

2021 Creator Self-Love Extravaganza!

Tagged by @randowwriter (This is actually really sweet and exactly what I needed so thank you for tagging me <3)

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works (fics, art, edits, etc.) you’ve created this year and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2021. If you don’t have five published works, that’s fine! Include ideas/drafts/whatever you like that you’ve worked on/thought about, and talk a little about them instead! Remember, this is all about self-love and positive enthusiasm, so fuck the rules if you need to. Have fun, and tag as many fellow creators as you like so they can share the love! <3

This is actually kinda hard cause I only wrote 7 fics (or started anyways) but I am kinda excited to go through them. I only started writing again back in November and when I think about the progress I made in just two months, I'm filled with all sorts of joy and excitement

Batter Up, Buttercup - PRPR post Glaciator 2, WIP

I still can't believe this fic gave me the courage to write and share my insane ideas. I started with a few scenes that I just couldn't get out of my head so I tapped into my notes app and then it grew from there. I'm so excited to continue this fic because I get to play with some of my fave tropes and explore things I've always wanted to read about, and yeah, I'm super excited.

Soft Like Sunshine - Anxious Marinette fic, during Ephemeral (WIP)

Literally a labor of love that causes me great pain yet tremendous joy when writing. I will put it down for weeks and think of it as trash but at the same time, it feels the most me, you know? I genuinely think I out part of myself into this fic and it helped me explore my own anxieties. I'm still kind of bummed about how it hasn't done as well as my other fics, but I think I'm reaching a point where if it doesn't that's okay. It's a hard fic to read, almost as hard as it was to write, but I'm glad I got to explore a different writing style about a topic I love. I'm on the home stretch now, getting the climax done and I'm excited to share it with everyone! The comments I have gotten tell me a few people resonate with it, and that's all I wanted.

Fool Me Twice, Shame on YOU - Ephemeral Reveal (Oneshot)

Another Epheral fic! I gotta thank the anon who suggested Chat thinking it was all an elaborate plot by Mothman. I still can't believe I wrote it all in one sitting, but it was so much fun to write! I was smiling the whole time! I still reread it sometimes and laugh at what I wrote, it was just so fun! It was also the fic that made me realize I'm supposed to like reading what I write. So yeah, an extra special place in my heart.

Sentiadrien Theory as a Narrative for Trauma Healing - Meta

Am I including a meta? Yes, yes I am. I'm so incredibly proud of this meta. For one, it was the first time I had been able to discuss my ideas of psychology in ML. For another, it actually helped people!!!!! I still can't believe I was able to provide comfort to folks who struggled with this theory, and for that I'm so incredibly excited and grateful, especially to the folks at the gamma squad because I wrote it out for them first and they all showered me with praise. I'm glad I was able to provide some comfort for people, it's all I ever want to do.

Blanc Out - WIP, not published

For the last one, I bring up an idea I've been thinking about since the summer. It's a Chat Blanc AU. As Adrien finds himself getting closer and more in love with Marinette, he finds himself getting grey hair too. He starts to lose time, periods where he blacks out and all the while his hair begins to turn snow white as he deals with his confusing feelings for Marinette. Meanwhile, Marinette gets a nightly visitor, in the form of her chaton....but something is different about him...

I'm sooooooo excited about this fic. I'd been thinking about it for AGES and now I'm actually in the planning stages. It's a long long way away from getting posted, but this is partially the reason why I've been practicing and trying new styles. I want to improve to a place where that fic is something I can be excited to share. I also get to write about my favorite concept in ML and it's just ahhhhhh I can't wait!

Again, thanks for the tag!!!

Tagging: @sketchy-panda @thesquipproject @sparklylovegiver @coccinelle-et-chaton @dandelionrumpancake @ladyofthenoodle @karkalicious769 @alexseanchai @galahadwilder @cardcq @inimoo

and honestly, anyone else who is looking for some positivity (I consider your original works part of this ;) )!!!! This gave me loads and now I'm gonna go and write more of SLS :)

#dsfdlkfdhsjf idk if the tags are working we will see #this was fun thank you <3 #bushy writing #tag game #miraculous ladybug #ml s4

[mollymawkwrites]

I just read (and reread sgdfhjlkl) your prison fic for watb and I'm having. Feelings. Primarily about cultivating vulnerability and tenderness in an oppressive and toxic environment which 😭

This AU is giving me so many questions tho. Presuming they continue building a relationship (which of course I'm going to presume) how will it progress? What kind of psychological toll will it take on them to keep up the performance, on Geralt particularly? I imagine it being painful for him to have to be so cold and forceful with Jaskier, especially as they grow closer, but does the greater objective of protecting him make it bearable? I feel like Jaskier would be more able to compartmentalize it, but could it get to be too much for him as well? What happens if it gets to a point where Geralt can't hide his affection for Jaskier, will that be used against them - not only by fellow inmates but by the guards? The wrath of the system is what's getting to me the most. Will Jaskier keeping Geralt "under control" as it were (meaning not tearing through new cellmates on a regular basis) be enough to maintain the status quo or will the guards find it more entertaining to play with them? Splitting them up, putting Jaskier with other more violent inmates or just torturing him themselves to torment Geralt? Will it get to the point where Geralt just tears the entire prison down and they run away to live out their days on the lam, maybe settle down on a lovely little coast in Mexico? (we can only hope) Also, what are they in for in the first place? Will Jaskier get out before Geralt? If Geralt's been routinely assaulting (or murdering??) other inmates is he EVER getting out? What will Jaskier do?

The whole situation has me thinking about the (woefully short) story of Butch and Wesley from the documentary "The Fear of 13" (which is very good, highly recommend and I think it's available on kanopy rn) where they were lovers on the outside and when Butch was arrested Wesley intentionally committed crimes so they could be together. Eventually they got separated and one of them was going to be moved to a different prison so that last night they sang to each other from across the cell block and the (usually tyrannical) guards let them have their goodbye. It's so soft yet tragic and I have so many feelings and I wish we knew what happened to them.

I'm sorry this is such a massively long ask, I've literally been thinking about this all evening and had to make some kind of comment 😅 your writing is lovely and I will definitely be reading more of it! (so maybe I'll be assaulting your inbox again soon dfghjjkl)

Gods Anon, I had such trouble keeping plot from sneaking into this fic, and you are not helping! I've been thinking about it all day long because of you!

I think Geralt would suffer greatly, both from his own self-loathing at "forcing" Jaskier to do things he couldn't possibly want to do with a monster like him 🙄 and from the opinion everyone else around them has of him. Jaskier would try to make him understand that he is very much willing, but Geralt's skull is thick and that would take some time for them to even be able to admit to themselves that they are in a relationship together. Of course having to keep up the act of the White Wolf and its pretty young prey would blur the lines in their relationship: what is an act and what is real? They both enjoy the roughness and the name-calling and the role play more than just for show. I think Jaskier too feels guilty about forcing sweet Geralt into it. Lots of guilt on both sides and no way to deal with it healthily in this violent, toxic environment.

I can see them managing to create a little bubble of happiness together though, despite the guards expecting Jaskier to keep Geralt on a leash and the inmates constantly poking at them to see if something gives. Once they get to talk and explain that they both very much want to be with each other outside of their farce, that, would the circumstances have been different, they would have asked the other on dates and had a sweet first kiss and maybe a house and a dog (not me crying about my own AU), they find a balance and a way to keep other people's venom from chipping at their love. Maybe they find allies too, jail can't be filled only with enemies after all...

As for why they are in jail for in the first place, I have to admit I hadn't settled on an explanation as I was writing it. I think Geralt has been set up by someone, probably Stregobor, because of an event similar to what happened in Blaviken? So while his "crimes" are not as bad as anything Jaskier might be imagining (and oh, imagine the angst potential of Jaskier torturing himself over what the man he is falling in love with could possibly have done to have end up in jail), he still sees himself as a monster who made the wrong choices and is not deserving of Jaskier's love.

For Jaskier, I'm not so sure, to be honest. What do you think he could be in for?

Although I am a sucker for angst, I couldn't survive a bad ending, but I don't have a clue on what could happen to them. They could escape, helped maybe by Eskel and Lambert on the outside, or some of Jaskier's shadiest friends; or Jaskier could find a way to have Geralt pardoned, and Stregobor in jail/killed at the same time, because that's what the fucker deserves.

I haven't heard of that story you talked about, but I'll make sure to check the documentary, it sounds very beautiful and heartbreaking. As I was writing the fic, I remembered that movie with Jim Carrey and Ewan McGregor, I Love You Phillip Morris, that I used to love as a kid. I might watch it again, for... Inspiration ;)

Thank you so much for your ask, and please, don't hesitate to assault my inbox again, it made my day! (Though I might have to add another WIP to the list now.... sigh)

#ask answer #long post #penguinlegs #fic writing

[rexismycopilot]

For the writer appreciation post, I reread Stay Next To Me all the time and errr, I may also have been the anon who asked if you would ever write it from Anakin's POV because I'm so greedy for more sksksk. I love how much pining there is, how eager, but insecure Obi-Wan is for more. It's a lovely fun read that broke my heart and then stitched it back together again.

This has to be my favourite part:

“Like what you see?” Anakin asked with a smirk upon seeing Obi-Wan’s almost dazed expression.

“Very much,” Obi-Wan answered with haste. Maybe too much haste, he worried.

“Stars, you’re sweet,” Anakin murmured.

🥺🥺 MY HEART, AND ALL THE WARM FUZZY FEELINGS, I dunno, Anakin saying 'Stars, you're sweet' just hit me really hard. Thank you for this wonderful fic 💙

Please excuse me for a moment while I go cry at this absolutely sweet and wonderful comment 😭

You are so lovely and you have given me all the warm and fuzzy feelings!! And I promise, I genuinely do have Anakin's POV on my list of things to write and I'm really excited about it :D

Thank you so so so much ❤️❤️❤️❤️

#ask #i seriously can't thank you enough!

[marveloussupernerd]

Are your requests open? If not, feel free to ignore this and have a great day! Otherwise, would you be willing to write a part two of the 707 one with a sick MC? I think it would be hella cute if Seven caught the cold that MC had and she has to return the favor? I totally headcanon that feverish/sick 707 would forget all about his "I'm dangerous stay away" mentality and become a clingy human magnet! I just think it would be so cute and if you don't write it, I respect your wishes! loliloveyoubye

They sure are! Sorry it took a while to get to this, school and all. You’re so sweet anon I love writing for y’all it’s no inconvenience at all ❤️ and ily2!! ALSO I reread the seven w sick Mc and wow thank you all for tolerating my incorrect use of your/you’re and to/too. I swear I know the difference but at night I think I’m too tired to notice LMAO

Sick Seven

Summary: Defender of Justice never gets sick! Until... he does. Luckily he has you to take care of him.

You had finally gotten over your cold, thank goodness. It had taken a bit to fully recover, but now you were feeling great. It was the weekend, the sun was out... it was the perfect day for a picnic date with Seven. You decided to call him to check his schedule. He picked up on the second ring.

“Hello?” His voice was muffled.

“Hi Babe! What are you up to?” You asked, twirling a piece of hair between your fingers.

“Oh... I’m still in bed.”

“Still in bed?” You questioned. “Do you not have any work?”

“No, I’m-“ he broke out into a fit of coughs. “I’m sick.”

He really didn’t sound well. “I thought the Defender of Justice had an immune system of steel or whatever,” you commented, quoting him from the week prior when he took care of you.

“I was wrong.”

He never gave in that easily. “Wow... you really are sick.” You put the cute outfit you had planned back and grabbed some sweatpants and a t-shirt. “I’ll be over in a half hour, Baby.”

“Okay,” he sniffled. “Thank you.”

You made a quick stop at the store to grab some food, medicine, and tissues. Seven never stocked up on things like that, so you figured it was better to be safe and get extra. Still, you kept your promise and got there in 30 minutes.

“Please state your name.” The door instructed you. You hated this security system. You called Seven. Three times, no answer. He must be asleep. You called Saeran.

“Hello?” He answered. He sounded extremely confused.

“Hi Saeran. I’m at the front door; you mind letting me in?”

Within a few seconds, the door opened. Saeran grabbed a few bags from your arms and helped you carry them in. “I’m glad you came,” he admitted, looking down at the groceries you had brought. “He’s been pretty pitiful.”

You giggled. “I’ll try and whip him into shape. Thanks Saeran.”

You made your way into his bedroom. He... wasn’t there? His bed was disheveled, but no Seven. You went back to the living room. He wasn’t on the couch either. Next you went to the office area. There he was, sleeping in his chair.

“Seven,” you whispered. He didn’t move. “Seven,” you shook him slightly this time.

His eyes peeked open and he groaned. “So tired... so sick.”

“Hi Love.” You ran a hand through his hair, messing it up a little more than it already was, then kissed the top of his head. “Let’s get you to bed. We can’t have you sleeping on your chair.”

“Thanks for coming,” he grumbled, his voice tired and miserable. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. Okay, so bed. What do you want me to do? You want medicine? Tea? Soup? Tissues? Cuddles? Heating pad? Ice pack?”

“All.”

“At once?” You questioned. He nodded. “I’ll... try my best. Have you taken any medicine yet?@

“Some Advil a few hours ago.” He shrugged. You grabbed his arm and helped him up.

“No wonder you feel so awful. I bought some cold medicine for you. Let’s take it and then I’ll start the soup.” He grabbed onto your hand as you walked, leading him to the kitchen where you had set all the bags. You popped out a pill from the cold medicine package, pushing it his way with a glass of water.

Seconds after swallowing the pill, he made his way to wrap his arms around you from behind, nuzzling his cheek into your shoulder. He... wouldn’t get off. “Seven. I’ve gotta make the food.”

“Make it with me right here.” His voice muffled from the fabric of your shirt.

“I don’t want you standing around too much. You need to rest.” Maybe your sympathy had gotten to him, because he hesitantly let go and left the room. You heard a curse muttered followed by a crash. Didn’t sound like he let it go.

“Seven let me-“ you stopped your sentence as you saw him carrying his rolling desk chair.

“Oh perfect. I’m too week. Will you bring that to the kitchen?” He gave you puppy dog eyes and you sighed, grabbing the chair from him.

Once in the kitchen, he plopped down on the chair and moved back behind you, arms wrapping where they earlier were and his head now resting against your back.

You did a test movement to go get the carrots. He simply wheeled around behind you, never letting go. “Problem solved.” He muttered.

You got to work preparing the soup. As you were cutting carrots, Saeran came in. He took one glance at Seven and sighed. “How do you deal with him?”

“I’m right here!” Seven replied, faking sounding insulted.

“He’s perfect.” You set down the knife and rested a hand on one of his own wrapped around your waist. “Extra affectionate today, but perfect.”

“How can I help it seeing you so domestic today? You’re so cute making soup and taking care of me.” He snuggled closer against you waist. “Stay the night tonight? Pretty please?”

“Of course I will. Lots of cuddles. Taking care of you.”

When the soup was finished, he sat at the table eyeing you expectantly. Saeran had a bowl himself.

“I’m not feeding you your soup,” you commented.

Seven let out a whine. An audible whine. “But I fed you your soup Baby. Pleaseeee!”

“I think he’s regressed back to being a child,” Saeran joked. The two of you laughed. Seven was not entertained.

“Eat your own soup like a big boy. Then we’ll cuddle in bed.” You sounded like a mom telling her kid to eat their vegetables. Sick Seven was something else.

“Throw in a kiss and I’ll eat it myself.”

“On the cheek.” You bartered. He frowned. “I don’t wanna get sick again. Just got over it.” You reminded him.

“Fine,” he sighed dramatically, which caused him to cough some more. He began stuffing spoonfulls into his mouth.

“Slow down!” You warned.

“Can’t.” Soup dribbled down his chin. “Your cooking is so good. When are you moving in again? I could eat your food all day.”

“Why don’t we talk about this when one of us isn’t sick?” You suggested. Seemed like a simple suggestion, but Seven was so eager to have you nice in, and then he got sick right after you recovered.

“‘Kay.” He picked up the bowl and slurped the broth. “All done. Kisses and cuddles.” He got up and dragged you up with him.

“Thanks for the soup!” Saeran called as you were dragged into the bedroom.

Seven made his way to bed, a little more pep in his step due to the medicine and soup. He pulled you toward him a little too hard, sending you toppling into the blankets. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You got under the blankets, leaning forward to give him a kiss on the cheek. He took off his glasses, setting them on the nightstand.

“You are staying the night, for sure right?” He asked, flipping over to face you.

“Of course. If that’s what you want.”

“You know what I want?” He winked at you. You sighed. “For you to be the big spoon.”

That was a request you could handle. Seven settled in your arms. You rested your chin on his head, him curled up beneath you. “Good?” You asked.

“Perfect. Feels so safe. Night.”

You chuckled. “Good night. Love you Sevem.”

“Love you too...” he was drifting to sleep already “...Honey.” He was so cute in your arms. Granted, such a pain in the ass, but it was almost worth it when you got to see him resting peacefully.

#mystic messenger #mysme #seven

[my-robot-heart]

My fave ones?

🤔 (on an unrelate side-note: you have no idea for just how long I've wanted to use this emoji 😁)

It's hard to list my favorite ficlets of yours without listing all of them... but I'll try 😅

All three (if I counted them right... 😵‍💫) ficlets with drunk!Red and the one with drunk!Lizzie (seriously, where are his pants? 😆😏) are definitely up there with the one about the glasses (because I wholeheartedly agree: the idea of Red wearing glasses but being a little self-conscious about it and Liz just loving the sight of him in glasses is precious 🥺),

the blanket one (❝Her hand was holding his, and her thumb was tracing light patterns on his palm. That felt nice.❞ and ❝...She said.., "...Do you need anything?" He shook his head gently. Nothing. He already had her.❞ and ❝She looked slightly more disheveled than he was used to, and he liked it.❞ and ❝She looked at the blanket, now laying on the floor, and back at him. Then her face broke into a smile and she leaned in to give him a gentle hug. "I'm glad you're back to normal, Red."❞ and, of course, "... I heard you call me Raymond" 🥲😭 and the general warm and fuzzy feeling this whole ficlet gives me ☺️),

the short but sweet "- I hate you - Why? I'm lovely" one,

the How To Steal A Million style one (❝"Red. Your knee is jabbing my back," Lizzie said through gritted teeth. He shifted slightly, which brought his elbow into her ribcage. "Better?" He asked. "Sure," she replied.❞ and ❝She shifted her body and he made an oomph sound as her knee found his ribcage. "So sorry," she whispered, hiding a smile. "Quite alright," he said, unconvincingly.❞ and ❝"An hour to kill," he mused. "I can think of several satisfying ways to spend it..." She leaned back against a mop in defeat. "Of course you can."❞),

the breaking the door one (❝"On the contrary, Lizzie," he replied, opening the refrigerator and taking out a sandwich. "I got to see you break down the door and I must say I found it quite... diverting. This sandwich is also tasty." He took a large bite, and offered it to her. "This sandwich? Red that's probably evidence!" She tried to ignore his comment about the hotness of her door busting action. "Mm," he replied, munching a second large bite. "I would say the trip was most definitely not wasted. Let's see what's in the cupboard!" Lizzie shook her head. Why she'd brought him along she'd never know. She opened the cupboard with a shrug. Might as well.❞),

the one where Lizzie realizes she is paralleling what Red did for her when he waited outside the courthouse for her when she was released, yes, of course (🥺 🥺 🥺 ❤️ ❤️ ❤️),

the one where pregnant Lizzie admonishes Red for not taking proper care of himself (because the golden Tom-free 3B AU where Red and Liz are as they were in 3A but also "You can't just follow me around all day at work, and drop off whatever my pregnancy cravings are at night, and not sleep, and not eat, and jet around from place to place doing - whatever the hell you do, and think it's not all going to catch up with you." because that's a very Red thing to do and Liz thing to say and "Now, I'm going to order us some food, and you're going to sit here and eat it with me, actually eat it, Red. And then we are going to sit here and watch reality tv until we get tired, and then we are going to sleep- for a long, long time. And we'll ask Dembe to bring breakfast tomorrow, but not too early, because- we both need a break" because just imagining Liz saying this and them then actually doing this makes me melt and ❝"Don't scare me like that again, okay?" He smiled. "I'll do my best, Lizzie."❞),

the "you need to get some rest." one with dramatically sneezing, suddenly ill Red, who's always got a handkerchief handy and a gentle, loving Liz who stays at home with her sick puppy criminal,

the absolute perfection of the "i didn’t mean the things i said." one,

the "i heard you crying" one (❝"You don't have to leave me, Lizzie," he added, placing a gentle kiss on the very corner of her mouth. "You don't ever have to leave."❞),

the “i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.” one (because Raymond "I don't deserve you, Lizzy" Reddington and Elizabeth "You deserve every single bit of happiness and more, you brilliant fool" Keen are my jam)

the one where Red calms Liz down after she has a nightmare/a panic attack (because of Red breaking a door down because he's that desperate to get to his Lizzy in case she's in danger and Liz ❝caring less about the door and more about the fact that he'd not wanted to wait, in case she'd been in imminent danger❞ but also, on a more personal level, because for me as a person who's prone to having panic attacks and often experienced them alone it's nice to read about Red being there for and knowing just how to calm Liz down)

the “I never stood a chance, did I?” one because oblivious Red who's sad because he thinks that his beloved Lizzy would never return his feelings while she's literally standing in front of him and confessing her love for him is one of my favorite Reds... also, "And I swear to you, if you ever mention Ressler to me again while I'm trying to tell you how I feel about you, I will kill you",

the one where they go shopping (blankets 🥰 and exchanging sympathetic glances with another man who's been forced to carry the bags for his overly-enthusiastic lover 😂),

the “You’re not as evil as people think you are.” one because match-making Dembe is also my jam

and "Hey, stay with me" one because literally everything about this story is perfect, from Red having hallucinations about something happening to Liz (because of course it's one of his deepest, darkest fears) to Liz being desperate to soothe him somehow, anyhow to coconut trunks and red swimsuit (and I also struggled to remain calm after "Are you... an angel?"... especially, after I imagined very vividly Red, in his drugged state, saying it so quietly, so brokenly and, perhaps, just a little bit hopefully because he's just seen the love of his life... get hurt, let's put it that way, but then he hears her voice but she obviously can't be there real and alive and well but she's also his angel, in a way... 🥺 🥺 🥺 😭 😭 😭)

and...

I didn't really keep my promise not to list all of the ficlets, sorry 😆 I just love them all for different reasons!

Also, I absolutely did not open the collection in a new tab so I could reread all these ficlets again and copy and paste some quotes I especially loved... I didn't 😏 (but of course I did)

Sorry for the lengthy ask...

Yours,

🍒)

Oh 🍒 anon! Um never a need to apologize for speaking so nicely about a million of my ficlets lol. I feel like you selected the lines I was most pleased with, also, and it reminded me to reread some of them actually because sometimes it's like - I wrote that? It's perfect for me! (Obvi) 🤣

This is such a treasured reply to my question. Thank you so much 💞

#🍒 anon #ask #ficlets #lizzington #tysm

[infinites-chaser]

Thank you for the exquisite and lovely MLQC fic food. I feel like I'm getting spoiled just reading all of these amazing fics. The feels! The characters! The scenarios! I love them all. Luci's one broke my heart, but I love the sweetness that permeates all of the Gavin fics so far. I feel like I should give, or at the very least, write something to you in exchange for all the amazing fic food. Keep it up!

anon! I've been sitting on this the whole week but I keep coming back to it and just smiling like an idiot rereading?? you're the sweetest omg you're after my own heart with all this praise (let's be real though you already have my heart 🥰) and if you feel spoiled I'm glad since it's only because of people like you and your support and love that I'm inspired to write and post fic like this!

gonna veer into ramble-y personal stuff but I always feel like my writing's only something I would enjoy so it just makes me go !!!!! and completely makes my day when I see comments like these from people like you saying you liked it too so again just thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to read and send this lovely ask omg ❤️❤️ I think I would prob die of happiness if you wrote smth for me but ajfksksk you don't need to at alllll if anything I want to write smth for you 🥺 please feel free to throw any prompts or ideas my way and I hope you have the best day 💖💖

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