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⋆˙⟢ if rafayel had his way, you'd never leave him waiting.

f!reader ⊹ canon-divergent au. fluff. established relationship. it's all banter n adortion ⊹ 0.7k ⊹ footnote. this one is taking over every space of my heart, quickly and effectively.

꒰ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ! ꒱

“you’re late.” the grumble of a deathly impatient man. “again,”

if rafayel had his way, you’d likely never leave his side. if he could, he’d thread his infatuation between your bodies and use it to attach you both at the hip. it’s not so you can protect him; it’s not so you can be his bodyguard. he has his own specialities but you’re his personal delight. it’s all to build the guarantee he won’t lose you.

if he’s left to fall in love alone and lose in love alone again, his sensitive heart can’t take it. it’ll burst into a myriad of deep, maddened vermillion, mourning shades of indigo, and sorrowful tones of gunmetal grey. his artistry will suffer. his fragility will likely consume him and make a hollow shell out of his abandoned devotements. and god would he miss you terribly.

so you need to arrive when you say you will; it needs to be important to keep your word to him, to show up for him, to hold him as close to your heart as he cradles you in his. “you’re being a brat.” you reply with a roll of your eyes, waltzing around his battlefield of discarded paints and art materials. “and you need to clean up in here. you’re going to get hurt and dramatically check yourself into the hospital again.” he scoffs. “you don’t care about me or my creative process at all. if you did, then perhaps you wouldn’t leave me waiting no matter where i go. i could have died all alone in here. how can i trust you with my life? do you want me, or do you want me dead?” “you’re the one who likes to buy materials that summon wanderers into your living room.” your own grousing travels the span of the room with you. “so? i hired you to protect me from myself.” when your giggle flutters into the air, a breathy melody that soothes his spirit and dispels his worry, a hymn or a prayer or a blessing on your breath, he can’t help the way his eyes soften at the sound. when you reach him, you stretch out the palm of your hand toward him. “pay your boyfriend tax.” of course, he knows exactly what you want from him, his flustered heart falling into an erratic symphony of beats that can hardly stay contained in his chest; it crescendos wildly in his ears. he peers at your hand with a huff of frustration while he takes a step closer, avoiding your gaze as he leans over, bending until the point of his chin rests in your hand. rafayel knows he’s doomed to die by means of your love alone when you grip his jaw, a soft thumb caressing from the corner of his lips to his cheek. his eyes twinkle and close at the feeling. if his heart is a garden, then your touch is the light of the sun that begs his devoutness to bloom in all tenderness, in all warmth. he waits for the pressure of supple lips that don’t fall, brows bunching as one eye opens and spells out his confusion. “hmph, are you going to greet me properly or just play with me?” “maybe both,” you murmur as you bend and press a soft kiss to his forehead. “i missed you.” if his heart is a shoreline, then your love must be the sea; your voice must be its depths and every wonderous marvel that exists within it, must be everything that swims and drowns and wades. a soft tint of red blossoms along his cheeks, slowly filling up to the tip of his ears. he almost can’t take it and he almost can’t move. so, he just stares for a moment, adoring eyes peering up at you with a look of surrender, white flags waving in the center of his fixated orbs. rafayel stands to his full height and shifts to turn away from you, to hide the way he can’t hide how much he loves you, to hide the way ardor paints itself across his nose. “i missed you, too.” he mumbles it and you’re amused. you hum, tilting your head with a knowing smirk. “what was that, rafayel?” “are you proud of yourself?” he gripes, giving you a sharp look with narrowed eyes. “i hired you to worry about wanderers but you come here and try to kill me instead.” a precious giggle. “god, you’re so dramatic.” if your laughter is a siren song, his heart becomes a sailor lured, and it gladly floats straight to you, straight to his death, right into the center of doom.

© 2024 elusivemoon. all rights reserved.

[mazesangels]

atp don’t believe me when i say i am gonna write for someone lmaoo

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btw i didn’t forget i wanted to write for astarion o just noticed that the way i see him?? has completely changed now that i finished the game like?? i feel like i understand his character sooo much better now? and reading what i’ve already written is very interesting because wHO IS THAT? NOT MY BOY THAT’S for sURE

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okok writing for bg3? is using ‘tav’ kinda like this fandoms’ y/n? or do people still go with y/n or is it like a “we just try to avoid names” situation?

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feeling cute might write for astarion 🤭🤭

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lMAO ANYWAYS

got my first chishiya request <33 giggling and kicking my feet ngl hahaha going right to writing!

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Hey lovelies! Here’s some fic recs of the wonderful fics I’ve read this June. As I’m always looking to read more fanfiction, I would be delighted if you recommended me stuff to read as well.

This month has yet again been quite a moon knight centered one…

Fluff - 🌻 Angst - 🥀 Smut/Explicit - 🍑

Some fic writers I’ve discovered this month:

@michinnyun

@mkfluffluv

@myfictionaldreams

@the-archxr

@the-little-ewok

@wysteria-clad

@thisisarcanereverie 

@thepsychewrites

@slightlypossessed​

@masterninjacow​

@bensolosbluesaber​​​

Moon Knight:

Fallen from heaven, grown on earth [Steven Grant x f!Reader and Marc Spector x f!Reader] by @davosmymaster  🍑 🌻🥀

I’m getting to know someone [Marc Spector x f!Reader and Steven Grant x f!Reader] by @davosmymaster  🌻 🥀

No Simple Man [Steven Grant x f!Reader] by @michinnyun 🍑

A Future Without You [Marc Spector x Reader] by @mkfluffluv  🥀

Favourite toy [Steven Grant x f!Reader] by @myfictionaldreams  🍑

Homecoming [Marc Spector x gn!Reader] by @luke-o-lophus 🥀🌻

Knight…Mr Knight [Steven Grant x f!Reader] by @the-archxr  🍑

Our Little Thing [Marc/Steven/Jake x Reader] by @wysteria-clad  🌻

DON’T BLAME ME (LOVE MADE ME CRAZY) [Marc Spector x f!Reader] by @jakelcckley  🍑

How I imagine Steven Grant cuddles [Steven Grant x Reader] by @thisisarcanereverie  🌻

Iced Out [mainly Marc Spector x f!Reader] by @charnelhouse 🍑

Cheer Me Up Before You Go Go [Steven Grant x f!Reader] by @missdictatorme  🍑

Familiar Voice [Steven Grant x f!Reader] by @eloisegrant  🍑

Repeat After Me [Jake Lockley x f!Reader] by @thepsychewrites 🍑🥀

Keepsake [Marc/Steven/Jake x f!Reader]by @wysteria-clad  🌻

Sleepy Thief [Marc Spector x Reader] by @slightlypossessed  🌻

Marc helping you shower after you’ve been attacked [Marc Spector x Reader] by @grantfilms  🥀

dlz ; jake lockley. [mainly Jake Lockley x gn!Reader] by @masterninjacow 🥀🌻

Baking Lessons [Marc Spector x f!Reader] by @bensolosbluesaber  🌻🍑🥀

It’s All Your Fault [Marc Spector x gn!Reader] by @kindaephemeral​ 🥀

Flowers [Marc Spector x f!Reader] by @mrsknightt​  🥀🌻

Star Wars:

The F Word [Poe Dameron x gn!Reader] by @the-little-ewok  🥀🌻

Green, Green Dress [Poe Dameron x f!Reader] by @disabledameron  🍑

The Night that Follows [Poe Dameron x f!Reader] by @roanniom​ 🍑

Guilt [Anakin Skywalker x Reader] by @dracowars​  🥀

Marvel Characters:

Never Worn White [Stephen Strange x f!Reader] by @gaitwae​  🌻

My Pet [Loki x f!Reader] by @sarahscribbles​  🍑

Caught you! [Loki x Reader] by @gaitwae​ 🌻

Other Oscar Isaac characters:

Praise [Santiago Pope Garcia x f!Reader] by @millenialcatlady​ 🍑

In Too Deep [Blue Jones x f!Reader] by @relatable-trxsh​  🍑

[mazesangels]

How about a funny/comedy moon knight fic 😅 like on a mission or a fight, marc is stressed with both reader and steven, reader is chaotic and vibes with steven and marc feels exasperated he have to take care two idiots haha, it's ok if you don't want to, thanks so much!

chaos in a nutshell

marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader

fluff

synopsis: in a fight, marc never had to take care of anyone but himself, now he has two people to be responsible for.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you landed awkwardly next to him, your weapons clattering on the cement next to you as you struggled to get a breath into your lungs. you heard marc groan next to you and you tried to look up but a stabbing pain had stopped you.

marc, hearing you in pain next to him, rolled to you and checked your breathing. he heard your shudder for a breath as your eyes found him.

“marc?” you rasped, and marc nodded, silently doing an injury check, at least what he could do.

he heard steven in his head, i killed her now, didn’t i?!

no, you didn’t. she just spoke. marc echoed back.

“i think you broke a rib.” marc finally revealed, and suddenly, you found it harder to breath. “oh.” you panted and marc nodded, “come on. we can go home and get you patched up.”

no hospitals, you had once told marc. you were a fugitive, hospitals were like basically turning yourself into the police.

you must’ve blacked out on the way home because you found yourself wrapped up in a blanket, and you could hear the rustling of a bandage against the blanket as you tried to move. you felt hands shove you back down, “don’t move.” you heard marc harshly speak, a bag of chips in his lap as he held a book in his hand.

you sighed, and looked up at him, “what kind of chips are those?” your head was near his waist and you could see the bag from your peripheral vision.

“doritos.” marc replied, flipping the page of the book.

your stomach rumbled, “give me one.” you opened your mouth, “put it in.”

marc smirked, “wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done those two things at once.”

you rolled your eyes, “whatever.”

he set the chip in your mouth and you munched with glee, despite the pain in your side.

“why are you reading? im also throughly surprised you even can.” you poked fun and began to laugh until marc slammed the book shut.

you stopped and marc peered over at you, “listen to me- you need to fucking knock it off.” marc spoke sternly and you shrunk back into the blanket.

“it’s bad enough that i have to deal with steven and that weird suit he changed into- you coming on this mission with me was a bad idea.” he shook his head and you tried to get up from the blanket,

“marc! no it wasn’t! it was fun! i had a good time, got to finally dust off my bones and get some fighting action.” you protested and marc shook his head, “it’s not fun when i’m reading some old ass medical book about how to treat your broken rib. don’t make me do that again. okay?” he sounded worried at the end and that made you rethink everything that had happened.

“you know, steven really outdid you in the suit department. you look like you’re going to make me join a blood sacrifice ritual and steven looks like he’s going to sell me suitcases.” you chuckled, and marc rolled his eyes.

she’s bloody hilarious, steven remarked, and marc just grumbled at the truth. you were funny.

you were sitting in the passenger seat as marc was driving from the shooters. he held a gun in his hand as he drove manically through the streets, you were aiming at the shooters as well, holding marc down as you shot, hitting the tires of the car they were driving, and then shooting at the driver. you stumbled back into the seat and you shook your head, “should’ve let me drive. you have better aim-“ you grunted as you reloaded your gun. marc shook his head, laughing bitterly, “you cant ever be happy with what i give you? or even the fact that i let you on this mission-“ marc was cut off by the mob of people that crossed in the middle of the streets. you yelped as you were flung from your seat through the windshield.

marc yelled as you fell, watching your body hit the pavement with a thud. you groaned, laughing. you recovered quickly, watching him step out of the truck and begin to run after you.

“oh my god-“ marc spoke, and you raised your eyebrows in surprise as you heard the shift of the accent, and you watched marc’s arrogant stance go to a shoulder slump.

you spat blood from the cut on your lip and shrugged, “happens a lot. probably why marc hates to take me out,” you mocked marc, “dangerous!”

she’s right, look at her, she’s going to bruise like a grape. marc echoed in stevens head, let me have control, they could still be out there!

you peered at the gathering crowd of civilians, watching and gasping at the state of you and the truck. you looked at steven, “now would be a good time to yknow, fling us out of here?“ marc usually picked you up and threw you onto the rooftop of the nearest building. it wasn’t his favorite method but when you compared yourself to a flying squirrel, he decided to stop arguing and just do as you asked.

steven squeezed his eyes shut, grunting slightly as he tried to summon the suit. you looked at him and stepped closer, the crowd making you anxious, “yknow, marc usually doesn’t look like he’s constipated when he does that-“ you joked, trying to lighten the mood as your adrenaline was still coursing through your body, and time was ticking.

just do it! marc echoed.

steven’s suit encased his body and steven looked at you for approval.

you nodded, “good enough. suitcase man.” you stepped in front of steven and set his hands on your waist, “now- aim!”

next thing you knew, you were blacked out on the top of a laundromat building with a broken rib.

now, marc had moved your head to his lap and began to stroke the planes of your face. you shuddered are his touch, feeling content with the affection.

“i love you.” you rasped, watching as marc’s eyes flickered from the televison playing softly, towards you. his lip corners picked up slightly, “you’re only saying that because i patched you up. and you don’t want me to yell at you for goofing around with steven..” he pointed out.

you sighed, “okay but say it back. otherwise no stick and poke for a month.” you warned.

marc chuckled, “that’s what you’re calling sex now?” he booped your nose and you laughed, “how about a week?” you asked, marc shook his head.

“you’ll end up in a worse state than you are now if you let me fuck you with a broken rib. but i love you, for even trying.” he kissed your forehead and you smiled gleefully.

your smile fell as you suddenly remembered steven, who was probably living in the guilt of almost killing you.

“is steven okay? does he know it’s not his fault?” you asked and marc nodded, “he’s stopped crying so i’m going to assume he’s fine. and are you sure he’s the one who broke your rib?” he asked and you shrugged, still trapped in the blanket cocoon.

“could’ve been you and your amazing driving skills but do you really wanna take that hit?” you raised an eyebrow and he shook his head, “no ma’am.”

you sneered, “yeah that’s what i thought, spector.” laughing quietly.

and yes, laughing did hurt you but with marc, you couldn’t hold it back.

[mazesangels]

𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭 | 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫

ep 5 spoiler warnings

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: while you’re fighting with marc he slips into a panic attack after you mutter the few words he only connects to his mother

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: marc spector x gn!reader

𝐰.𝐜: 1.357

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: marc’s having a panic attack, references to childhood abuse (mentioned in one sentence)

𝐚.𝐧: this is just a small something. it’s kinda bad but the idea wouldn’t leave my mind since i saw someone on here (i don’t remember op 😭😭) say that “it’s (all) your fault” are probably marc’s trigger words and that’s why he reacted like this to steven so i just hAD to write this. this is the first piece of writing on this account soo kinda excited <33

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 was beating out of your chest as you reached towards him, hands shaking. You’ve never felt like this before. Never had your chest tighten and your throat close up this way, making it feel like your breath could barely find room in your lungs.

“Marc?” you whispered, gulping when your voice came out breathless.

You couldn’t panic.

You couldn’t both be panicking.

Although the reason why Marc’s breath was coming out raged and his eyes were darting across the room, unfocused and glassy, was completely unbeknownst to you and that was scaring you.

He was shaking, eyes wet, his hands that were balled into fists raised to his head.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, “I’m sorry, i didn’t- please forgive me, i’m sorry.”

You didn’t understand what he was apologising for.

You had been arguing but that wasn’t completely uncommon for you. You were fighting from time to time but never had Marc just suddenly frozen up and then started to shake and to cry and to…apologise.

You wished you were more collected, could think clearly, guide him through whatever he was facing right now. But when Marc cried, you cried. That’s how it has always been.

And as he was panicking now you felt yourself become more breathless and nervous, eyes darting across his face on the search for answers. But there weren’t any.

“He-hey,” you cooed, trying to calm your voice, “Hey, hey, hey. Marc.”

He was folding into himself at the sound of your voice, head dropping between his shoulders, and your heart broke into a million pieces at the sight of the man that you loved looking so scared. So frightened. So small. So alone in his pain.

You stepped closer, hand still reaching out but you remembered not to touch him without telling him you would or asking if you could. You thought you heard about that. That it could only make it worse.

You took in a deep breath, trying to calm your heartbeat that was going wild in your chest.

Whenever you were in trouble Marc helped you. He was the one calming you down when you panicked, holding you against his chest and making you take deep breaths.

You wondered if that was why he was so good at it.

You’ve always wondered.

And now Marc was the one who needed you. You couldn’t just let your fear and confusion make you freeze up like that.

“Marc, can you hear me? You’re alright. You’re fine.”

“I’m sorry,” he replied, mindlessly, hands still guarding his head and it looked like he was shielding himself from something, maybe you, maybe something else. Either way, it didn’t matter. Your heart still ached in your chest at the sight of it.

Taking another step forward, you leaned down to be able to look at his face, turned downwards and hidden by his arms, and you saw his eyes were still wide open, gazing into space.

“I’m not upset, okay? I am not mad at you.” You softened your voice as you talked, trying to make it sound less shaky but you knew that if Marc really tried to he could hear how close you were to crying as well. “Can I- is it okay if I touch you?”

He hesitated. You weren’t sure if he had heard you at first. Maybe his heart was pounding in his ears as well… Maybe his own breathing distracted him or maybe he wasn’t with you mentally. But then he nodded, a single tear running down his cheek.

You brushed his shoulders and he flinched but you didn’t pull back, carefully moving your hands up his arms to carefully pry his wrists away from his face.

“You’re fine, no one’s gonna hurt you, you’re fine. It’s just me,” you repeated quietly, only softly tugging and then waiting until Marc moved his arms himself.

He did after a little bit, but he was still shaking, still, and so were you.

“Can you help me calm you down? I don’t- Can you tell me what you need?” you asked, clueless what to do next, trying to rub soothing circles into his skin.

Marc shook his head. “I don’t- i’m sorry, it’s all my fault, i-“

Tears fell onto your shirt and you bit your lips to not break out into tears as well.

“You’re perfect, Marc. You’re perfect. You’re so kind and i love you, okay?” You reached towards his face, softly grabbing hold of it and turning it towards you. His eyes seemed to focus in and out of your face, unable to see you. “Let’s try deep breaths, alright?”

Being put on the spot like that… it was like everything you’ve known about how to handle someone having a panic attack had escaped your mind. Everything people had told you, every google search, every video you’ve watched… you wrecked your mind but came up with nothing.

The only thing you could remember was that you have to calm down someone’s breathing.

He nodded against your hand and you could tell he was trying and you were so proud of him.

You started breathing like you remembered seeing Marc doing it, taking deep breaths into your nose, letting the air fill your lungs and holding it there for a second and then blowing it out of your mouth again.

You repeated it, mimicking it to Marc and he followed as best as he could.

His breath was shaky but a little less erratic and his eyes started to refocus, staring down at your chest as it moved with every deep breath you inhaled and exhaled.

You sat there until he seemed to come back to himself slowly as he blinked, a tear catching in his eyelash.

You reached for his face, brushing his tears away with your thumbs and leaned forward to place a kiss on his forehead. He was still shaking.

“It’s not your fault, I'm sorry, I got upset, I shouldn't have said that. It’s not your fault, it was my fault. You didn’t do anything wrong, okay?” you told him, throat closing up and making talking hard again.

Marc didn’t reply, only reached out to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer so he was holding you and his head was resting on your shoulder. You moved to hold his head with one and rub his back with the other hand, feeling your heartbeat calm down now that he had calmed down.

“Did I scare you? I did, didn’t I?” Marc’s voice came out raspy against your shoulder.

You couldn’t believe he was still worried about you even though he was the one just coming out of a panic attack.

“A little bit…but I did, too, right? I’m sorry I got mad, it was wrong of me.”

You had triggered the panic attack, you were sure. You didn’t completely understand why as you had fought a few times already and he never seemed anything else than slightly upset before. But with the way he had sputtered apologies and asked for forgiveness it only made sense that your fight had been the cause of his state.

Marc held you closer and you felt the shake of his head against you. “No, it wasn’t. You’re right. I did mess up, I know.”

He did. But so did you. Both of you had messed up and you shouldn’t have started yelling and trying to put the blame on him.

“But that’s okay, it’s okay to mess up. I was being unfair to you, I'm sorry.” You wanted him to understand.

You tightened your grip to signal you were being sincere. And as a promise. That next time you wouldn’t say those words again. The words that had triggered this. The words that you could only assume were only ever muttered at him full of poison and hatred by a woman who was supposed to love and protect him.

How couldn’t you realise it sooner?

“I love you,” he mumbled.

Then you felt the press of his lips against your shoulder and you smiled.

You kissed his hair in return

“I love you, too.”

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You’re getting married to your Tumblr pfp how fucked are u

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𝖒. 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

do not repost or steal my work! plagiarism is for losers only, sexy people would never! that being said i do not own the creative works my fanfics are based off, those belong to their righteous creators.

𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖔 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘

BG3

↳ astarion

𝖙𝖛 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖜𝖘

MOON NIGHT

↳ steven grant

marc spector

i. it’s all your fault gn!reader, angst/fluff, 1k

DOCTOR WHO

rtd era

↳ tenth doctor

moffat era

↳ eleventh doctor

chibnall era

↳ thirteenth doctor

last updated: 3 May 2022

[mazesangels]

𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖊!!!

— BASICS!!

• maz, 22, they/she

• bi (myself lmao)

• i’m an infp-t (which basically just means i am mentally unstable)

• i like video games, music, space, rain, creepypasta, long video essays and anime

• spiderman will always be my favourite superhero

• i love vincent van gogh and i don’t care how basic that makes me

• my ao3 and my wattpad

• my accounts: main, shitpost sideblog, anime writing sideblog

— FAVOURITES!!!

music: twentyonepilots, ajr, queen, mother mother, halsey, conan gray, taylor swift, olivia rodrigo

shows: moon knight, doctor who, the owl house, atla, 9-1-1, mr. robot, the good place, squid game, tua, money heist, b99, russian doll, bojack horseman, alice in borderland, himym, opla, tlou

books: animal farm, the picture of dorian gray, six of crows duology

movies: in the tall grass (best comedy ever), spirited away, black widow, rise of the guardians, brother bear, pitch perfect, enola holmes, barbie, maze runner triology

video games: tlou, bg3, dbh, minecraft, sims 4, spiderman insomniac, genshin impact, love and deepspace

characters: steven grant, the doctor, spencer reid, kaz brekker, sokka, korra, klaus hargreeves, wylan van eck, wanda maximoff, chishiya shuntarou, astarion, yelena belova

ships: wesper, kanej, lumity, catradora, avatrice, peraltiago

— DNI!!!

if you’re under 14 (i often use more mature/ explicit language and humour so i don’t think that’s something you’ll enjoy or should be subjected to but i will not control ages so do with this what you want)

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this blog is not spoiler free

this blog will interact with nsfw / mature content, if you feel uncomfortable with that then block the tag 🚰.mzthrst

i curse a lot lmao (and when i say a lot i mean a lot) and i won’t be tagging it because it happens too much (unless it’s in a fic)

i use more mature humour and language

most reader inserts will be gender neutral by default, but i will also write for enby!reader, fem!reader and male!reader

this is a multifandom writing blog

i don’t have a writing schedule so i might not post regularly (i’m also in uni so it’s not possible for me to post daily)

[mazesangels]

-ˏ𝖒𝖞 𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊ˊˎ

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↳ welcome to my writing blog for non-anime related writing! currently focused on aib, but will write for other fandoms! this blog is not spoiler free but i will mark them accordingly through tags and warnings. the ask box is always open. requests are closed unless stated differently. my sideblog for anime related writing can be found here

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