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this is really how i feel sometimes

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Hi! Just a small reminder that I HIGHLY recommend to readers that are uncomfortable or scared to publicly comment and reblog a fic that it is TOTALLY fine to send an anonymous ask and tell the writer what you thought about the fic!

I totally understand the fear of commenting on a fic publicly, so I truly believe that the anon button is the next best thing to show your support ❤️

Hope everyone has a good day/night 😘

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Writing is a process that often undergoes heavy edits… that includes responding to feedback. 

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My favorite kind of ships but it's painfully obvious that I have a type

《 click for higher quality 》

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your monthly dose of bts : park jimin

day 30 / 31

+ bonus

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Jobs, client projects, etc. are business transactions, exclusively.

If you want more then you have to make it worth to your employee / vendor.

You know this to be true because that's who you operate as a business owner.

xoxo

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a 12 year old girl's shitty laptop when she's trying to start sims 3 with 20 add ons and mods

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those ao3 “kudos” emails where someone has gone through and read pretty much all of your stories, one after the other: blessings upon you and your household

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I hear a lot of people bitching that they can’t leave kudos multiple times per story, or can’t leave kudos on every chapter, or whatever.

Well, take a page out of this marvelous book, because I swear I’ve never been so happy to receive kudos as waking up to multiple people having done this on multiple chapters on a story I just posted.

The bar just got raised, folks.

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apologies to anyone who ever thought i was cool and reached out to me only to discover i am just a weird little hermit who can't carry on a conversation to save my life

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A persons fanfic tells you a lot about them, i , a fanfic writer, realize in terror

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At the moment how I feel

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I have a Redbubble now!!! I plan on adding more but I’m pretty proud of this collection I just finished, inspired by vintage stickers à la Sandylion :3

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Throttle is still hot you can’t blame me for redrawing this

If you’re curious about the previous version of this, I’ll have it below the read more!

Trying to make myself finish art that I started. This was a redraw of something I did in 2018??? And looking at it, ive really improved and changed a lot. Not just in my self insert (lol) and how I view myself but also in the way I pose things and just my art in general I think.

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Won’t Go Home Without You

A BNHA Hybrid Au

Part 1

Summary: You never meant for this to happen. You had a bleeding heart, that’s the only thing that you could think to blame. If you could go back, go back to the beginning; would you change anything? Would you stop helping, would you have not offered your hand to who you thought needed it? Or would it have not changed a thing? After all, it seemed they wouldn’t let you go, not when they had a taste of what you had given oh so freely.

Warnings: Hybrid Izuku x reader, eventual poly, soft yandere, mentions of abandonment

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If there was one thing that freaked you out, it had to be alleyways. Long… dark… full of unknown things that could jump out and give you… something like tetanus? You really didn’t know.

The other thing you really didn’t like about alleyways were the fact that they were a popular hybrid dump.

People were entirely used to seeing feral and stray hybrids scavenging for food in alleys, so they were fine with dumping them there to add to the population. But, you supposed, perhaps living on the streets was better than what was waiting for them at home, or what hybrid patrol would have in store for them. Maybe that was the reason you always kept an eye out, even through your fear. You always did have a bleeding heart, you supposed.

Which is probably how you found yourself in this situation. Behind a dumpster about halfway inside this alley was a box, barely big enough to hold a large backpack, much less a human shaped person. And yet, that was what was sitting inside it, hiding behind a mop of dark green hair. The hybrid itself was not small, not in the slightest, as most hybrids usually weren’t (depending on their breed); so it was a wonder that he could even fit in the box itself.

“Hi there,” you said softly. Large bunny ears jumped to attention at the sound of your voice, big dark eyes darting to you.

“…Hi.” He eventually whispered back, nose twitching frantically. You smiled softly, putting up your hands to show you meant him no harm.

The hybrid boy was squished into what could only be an uncomfortable position. He had made himself as small as possible to fit in the box, knees to chest and arms wrapped around them.

He was… not small in the slightest. You don’t know where people got the idea that rabbit hybrids were small, because unless they were mixed with dwarf rabbit genes, you were always going to get a hybrid who did start out small, but never ended up that way. With muscles always coiled and ready to spring it was no wonder they got to be as big and strong as they were, especially in the leg department. It was something many a hybrid owner was never prepared for, especially when they learned the strict dominance hierarchies that rabbits had.

So yes, it wasn’t a surprise to find a rabbit hybrid hiding in alleys, ready to throw down and get bloody for their next meal or territory. What was surprising, was this hybrid in his box…

And the text scribbled on the front, only visible when he uncurled slightly, foot pushing the side out a bit before he noticed and panicked slightly, pulling the foot back to try in vain to keep the box in what he hoped was pristine condition.

Please take care of Izuku… I can’t anymore…

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The bunny refused to put down the cardboard as he followed you. With a slight grip on your shirt (light enough that he thought you wouldn’t notice, you did but didn’t say anything) he followed you silently, footsteps nonexistent because of his paws. Despite his unkept appearance, you could tell that he was a well loved hybrid by the way he met your eyes with no fear.

It was because he couldn’t believe that someone like you existed. His owner had talked about angels before, heroes too, but he didn’t think they were real until he met you.

You were careful to go slow with him behind you, unsure of how strong he was considering how it looked like he had never left his box to keep it pristine.

You didn’t need to see the scars on his arms from clearing that alley for himself, the large coiled muscles ready to spring at a moment's notice. Alleys with restaurant dumpsters were prime real estate after all

The way to your house wasn’t far, but you still took roundabout ways to make sure he wouldn’t get spooked by anyone and run away back to the nearest alley. Rabbits, you knew, were incredibly skittish when they were outside of their comfortable territory, especially if they were around someone they didn’t know. You counted yourself incredibly lucky to not have been attacked by a feral rabbit the moment you had come close to him.

Spooked? How could he when you were there with him? How could he get distracted by anything other than the feeling of your shirt under his fingers? Though, if someone did break his concentration on you, there’s no telling what he’d do to them. He’d attacked more people for worse.

The closer you got to your home, the more that you worried. He wasn’t speaking, only looking at you with wide eyes as he hunched down to your height. Maybe your house wasn’t the best idea. Yes, it was closer than the shelter you frequented, but maybe they would’ve been better for him? Oh but he was so clingy right now, you could only imagine him inside of there, trying to cling to the familiar…

Oh. There was your front door. As you tried to grab your keys without dislodging the bunny behind you, another hand grabbed them. It was gentle, as it usually was, but the hands were shaking slightly in anger. The bunny behind you pressed to your back, dropping his precious cardboard box to the floor as he clutched you.

You looked up to meet the ever lazy expression of the male in front of you.

“So,” he started, his purple slitted eyes narrowing slightly on the other person intruding your space.

“Mind telling me who you brought home kitten?”

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made another hattrem :3