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Brief summaries of the two long stories I’m trying to post on AO3

Story one: Descent - the act of dropping or falling down

(Fanfiction (obviously)) MHA x genshin

Bakugo felt like he could finally breathe with all then things going on, he’d established an agency and he was just living life by the day. Until he finds himself in a video game that Kirishima downloaded on his phone, he had played it a little bit but being thrown head first into a seemingly rebuilding world again wasn’t on his list of things to do. Not to mention he left his own world in the middle of someone trying to stir the pot. Hopefully he can make it back home.

Story two: Pouring salt

(More fanfiction) Inuyasha modern au

Some say that certain actions are like pouring salt into the wound, that’s exactly how Inuyasha feels when his stepmother tells him that he will have to get married when he graduates. The girl is the very person that had saved his life and someone very familiar with their underground lifestyle, what happens when two bastard children need to get through their already rocky life with uncertainty?

Did I ever say I could write summaries? No. But there you go, I tried so I felt a little more motivated to actually post them. Let me know if you guys like either of them or both of them.

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Also, I know sometimes reading is annoying and your eyes don’t cooperate with you. So I wanna say if you need to put any of my writing through tts go for it.

That is how I edit my stuff anyway, so I don’t mind think of it as a clunky audiobook. Just don’t try selling it. It won’t make sense to anyone else.

If you want me to read my books, I refuse because I don’t need the world to hear the linguist disaster that is my speech pattern. I will drop more letters than a native British speaker, I’m American so it makes it worse. Also because I’m still working on my own voice and somehow it’s jumped from my throat into the back of my nose and I don’t think that’s fun to listen to. I have billions of excuses do you guys not to know how I sound or how I say words.

Love you keep reading and liking because even liking is fine by me atp

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Learning languages is SO FUN right up until you need to learn conjugation and then suddenly it turns sour real fucking fast

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Alright so I’m gonna start two long fics. I’ll post them here but also I’ll post them to AO3

I want to do this because I hate that I want to write long chapters and the quick and dirty stuff feels like it’s taking all of my creative energy. I might write as few little things for the year, like the summer windows. Otherwise it’ll be a bit different for a bit

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I just fucking realized that I didn’t finish Shoto’s name for you thing. I am sorry that I can’t read well, I’ll see if I can get that fixed eventually

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The secret wish is to write a fanfic that someone loves so much they make fan art of it, or to create a drawing that someone creates an entire fic based off of it.

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Some writers: *meticulously plan out every plot point and the tone and meanings before they start writing*

Me:

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You ever just feel like deleting everything and starting over?

I’m feeling that energy right now. That feeling I wanna throw everything out the window.

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I just want to sit with him, his back against mine while I feel his heartbeat, just vibing. I haven’t spoken for hours at this point, and I know he’s probably waiting for me to finally tell him what had been bugging me but there’s nothing. I just missed him. I wanted to be next to him, I wanna feel his warmth next to me. If I turn to him, he’s probably gonna make me drink a full cup of water but I wouldn’t be mad because he’ll still be next to me and that’s all I want.

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Ahhhh! I forgot it was Sunday. I’ll finish the one I suppose to post soon.

I just had problems picking characters.

Everything will be back on track soon.

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Bitter or Sweet?

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Hello, hello. Here we are again. I realized that I needed to take a break and now I just want to write.

Now here is my disclaimer: This is a work of fiction any similarities between existing stories or people is completely coincidental. All characters are depicted as adults- this includes the reader.

How does this work? I make a prompt list two to three weeks before the first posting. I will pick the characters I write about because I find that If I ask, I get no response I don’t know if I have enough of an audience that I feel I can ask for everyone to ask for anything. So, for now I will pick the characters in these. (I'll post the completed prompt list in the middle of the month jlyk)

But welcome again to the valentine posts I do. There will be either something bitter or something sweet. If there is anything I think needs a warning it will be listed between the dividers like here. I also like to list the names of the characters so everyone can read about the people they want.

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta, Tartaglia

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1: “My face is red, isn’t it?” Midoriya

You dropped the box with all the energy you had left, knowing full well that it was gonna break upon impact, not that you needed to save the box. “Fuck me, that was heavy.”

“Um, uh…” standing next to you was a customer.

“Oh, uh how can I help you?” Putting on your usual smile you fix your lanyard, so it doesn’t get caught on the box flap, the number of times you’ve lost something from it getting caught were countless.

He nods a bit. “I was looking for a shirt.”

You could feel your energy falling quickly, the T-shirt wall was a fucking nightmare, you avoided it when you could help it. “Um sure what shirt were you looking at and what size did you want?”

“It was a Dynamight shirt, I need an XL,” he beams, and you give a slight nod.

“Oh, hero shirts are easy…” you glance at the wall. “Let me check if we have any in the back just wait here.”

“It’s in the top, Y/N.”

Glaring at your coworker you had to grab a ladder and start looking through the different stacks. While all this was happening everyone in the store would probably watch nervously as the smallest person in the store got on the biggest ladder to look through the boxes. Even in the act you could hear the ladder shake from your uneasy steps, it didn’t matter if you knew it was safe you still felt nervous as hell and would be facing the consequences later from tending so hard.

“Ah, I found it.” Grabbing the shirt stack, you started precariously making tote way down, because if you came down the ladder wrong, you’d end up having to refold all those shirts and there were already boxes that you had to deal with.

“C-careful.” The man manages as he was watching you come down.

“I’m fi-

The ladder had old feet, it wasn’t grippy anymore and that meant sometimes if you pushed your weight one way it could move in the opposite direction. You definitely wouldn’t be compensated if you bust your ass from not using the ladder properly. But luckily you fell into someone’s arms instead.

“Sorry about that.” You chuckle nervously trying to calm your pounding heard from the near-death experience. Would you be okay, you didn’t hurt the customer, did you? You’d definitely get in trouble if that was the case.

But as you turn to check that you didn’t hurt the large green haired man he smiles nervously. “Eh heh, my face is red, isn’t it?”

Nodding a bit, you find your footing and hand him the shirt he asked for. “Be careful baby it’s easy to catch colds in those weather.”

He just laughs nervously nodding a bit. “R-right. Thank you again.”

“Not a problem.” You wave, no extra work you were thankful for that at least.

Later when you were getting off your shift you didn’t expect to find the green haired customer from earlier. If your feet weren’t hurting from all the movement, you’d fine in the day you probably would have lingered longer but you just send him a wave.

Almost as if you were a magnet for bad situations, you found yourself in his arms again. “Careful you must be accident prone.”

You shake your head. “Hehe, if that were only the case that’d be great. It’s just my quirk, I’m not exactly the luckiest person around.”

“Oh, that must be annoying.” He mumbles a bit, and you watch as he seemed to spiral into a mess as he was looking at you.

“It ain’t too bad, it just activates when it wants to.” You shrug a bit. “Thanks again for saving me twice today.”

“It’s what I do, Y/N.” You were about to take a step back trying to figure out how he knew your name, but your coworker quite literally shouted it across the store.

“That’s cool, what’s your name if you don’t mind me asking? My Nana always told me to mind my manners and that included thankin people properly.” You smile, changing your weight back and forth between your feet.

“Midoriya.”

“Well, it was lovely meeting you and thank you for saving me from some embarrassing hospital visits.” You give a slight bow.

“Not a problem.”

2: “I’m way too sober for this.”  Aizawa

Fixing your suit collar, you weren’t sure if you felt silly or like this was simply a long time coming. The time you spent with this man was quite literally life changing and despite your daughter pestering for the two of you to get married it was only now that the idea dawned on you. When you were washing his mug and putting it in the same spot or realizing that his coffee was running low in your house, and you made a note to buy some more. There wasn’t a moment where you could imagine living the rest of your life without this man, flaws, and all.

But as you stood in front of his apartment unannounced with a cup of his favorite take-out coffee in a suit you were starting to feel silly at this idea.

“Keith this is the last time I take your suggestions.” You grumble reminded that your daughter was currently attempting not to burn your apartment down by making breakfast.

Ringing the bell again you felt your anxiety eating at the last bit of confidence you built up solely to come here. Only for the door to open and Shouta to look at you confused.

“Did I miss something?” From the look alone he was about to check his phone to see if you sent him anything and your last bit of nerve was dying.

“No!” You shout pushing the coffee toward him. “Will you marry me?”

Rightfully this man looked confused, sweatpants and messy hair just as you would like any other day while you were dressed in a fitted suit. He looked at the coffee cup and accepted it hesitantly.

“I’m not sure what brought this on, but sure.” He nods a bit.

You deflate relaxing a bit as you crumble to the ground. “I thought I was gonna have an anxiety attack before you answered. Do you know it’s hard to get a suit rented in less than twenty-four hours? Because I didn’t. I hope we can take all that planning stuff slow. Not to mention Keith is probably burning my apartment down as I speak.”

Shouta nods a bit as he sips from the coffee. “I’m way too sober for this.”

“You will continue to be unless you want the two of us to move into your apartment,” you roll your eyes before turning to go back. “You have five minutes Keith wanted to make you breakfast.”

“I fear our nearly adult daughter might need to learn how not to set fires when cooking,” he yawns as he seems to grab a sweater and his cat, Tea gifted to him by said daughter who coincidentally found it while patrolling one day.

You loosen the tie a bit, finally feeling like you can relax. “She’ll be happy to know that you’re willing to teach her how to cook.”

“Only if it’ll keep us from becoming better acquainted with the fire department in the area. They already know her well enough to call her by name when she passes the station,” Shouta points out, you were now holding Tea while he put his sweater on not spilling even the smallest bit of coffee.

You nod a bit. “And I guess by our union I’m gaining what more than twenty adult children who still see to cause you troubles?”

“They’re not my children.” He groans.

“I got a phone call from Shoto’s manager concerning his alarmingly persistent advancements toward a particular person. Said person nearly lost their job because he froze most of the building. Keith handed me the formal invitation to their wedding. It seems we revived one to attend on the groom's side.” You ramble off as you lead the man to your apartment.

“Did you reply?”

You shrug a bit. “Was waiting for you.”

3: “Hey, sorry I’m late I couldn’t get out of work.” Tartaglia (Childe)

You pride yourself in your patience, your mom told you that when you were a child, you’d find plenty of other ways to bide your time when waiting for her or a treat. All your friends and even strangers commend you for your patience. It’s gotten to a point where you wonder if you were patient with people or simply too tired to fight. Too tired to leave.

So right now, in this moment while you were sitting at the table at a restaurant you were starting to lose that prized patience. It was nearing the fifth hour of waiting for a blind date, it was humiliating you should have left after the second hour, but you found yourself feeling guilty.

Though just as you were considering leaving someone took the seat in front of you. “Uh…”

You blink. Sitting before you was a man surprisingly, he looked rather sharp despite being dressed quite plainly. Auburn hair looks messy almost as if he’s just wet it and freed it of gel.

“Hey, sorry I’m late I couldn’t get out of work,” he flashes a lopsided smile which made you relax a bit.

But he didn’t match the description of your blind date. “You didn’t have to…”

His hand sits on yours giving you a bit of squeeze. “Whoever made you wait five hours without so much as a call or excuse doesn’t deserve you.”

Chuckling you felt your eyes prick with tears. “Um thank you, would you like to share a meal with me?”

He nods. “My name is Tartaglia, but you can call me Childe.”

This made you raise a brow. “Interesting connection, you can call me y/n.”

Saving at your eyes to keep your face from getting achy later you smile at him. Though surprisingly the conversation was lovely. You found yourself talking with him quite well. Though he refused to let you pay the bill, you were sure he was the host that sat you down hours prior.

“So, you enjoyed your night?” He asks, hand holding yours almost as if you were his partner at a fancy ball.

“Yes, I did, thank you.” You smile. “And no need to worry I won’t be waiting five hours for anyone without some kind of warming.”

Childe nods as he kisses the back of your hand. “You don’t deserve to wait they should be waiting for you instead.”

“Thank you for the consideration.” You roll your eyes trying to calm your swooning heart, there was no reason for you to be swept up in cheesy lines by a stranger.

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I guess I’m feeling what a lot of authors are feeling

This will always be a numbers game, I get so excited when I see someone comment on my longer one shots it even my chapter stuff.

But the plethora of people who enjoy the little multi posts make me anxious. I know people like it so I do them but I don’t like them anymore. Those ideas are just throwaway ideas for me, I’ve started at least five of them to stop because I don’t think it fits my blog and I’m just tired

I wanna enjoy things, and I know a majority of people who follow or read my stuff seek out reader insert, I try to make them gender neutral but I’m not even good at that.

I get excited when I get comments about my stuff and it make me wanna write more but then I get a flood of people liking “I love someone else.” Which was a joke you know those things teenagers do. It is probably one of the few things of written with their canonical age in mind.

I say all hat to say, I’m tired. I want to write and I’m going to but if you guys don’t like it I might just put everything on AO3 and move there permanently for writing because I hate Wattpad’s ad style, I have a fanfictiondotnet account but I don’t use it it’s there. I’ll keep posting reader stuff here but most of it might be incomplete

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Alright so my birthday is coming up *yippie* I was thinking about as an added thing because I think I’m gonna do another February prompt list.

On the weekend before my birthday I’m gonna post a long post with how all the characters I’ve written for so far celebrate y’all’s birthday

Because I need motivation to write and if I don’t threaten myself it’ll never get done.

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Their name for you

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Your partner didn’t always call you by the nickname he has for you now, but there was a reason that he started referring to you that way.

Characters: Togata Mirio, Amajiki Tamaki, Shinso Hitoshi, Bakugo Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijiro, Shoji Mezo, Todoroki Shoto

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Mirio

You simply shook the snow that was covering your wings and quickly melted sending a terrible chill up your spine. “Fuck it’s freezing.”

“Oh, come on L/N, it’s not that cold.” Yuyu laughs as she throws another snowball at your back.

Squeaking when the snow slides down your skin between your wings. “Yuyu!” Your quirk picked up making the immediate section around you colder.

Suddenly someone’s hands were on your shoulders. “Now Birdy, calm down a little bit. If you’re cold I can just keep your warm.”

You nearly shoved your classmate away with your wings, but the bandage that was holding two of the four in splints prevented that. “Mirio, I’d beat you if I could.”

“Awe come on Sunshine, don’t pout.”

Sighing a bit, you lean back into his hold. “Fuck off.”

“That’s my Birdy.”

You quirked a brow. “You know if anyone, but you called me birdy I’d probably get suspended.”

Feeling his chest as he hums you roll your eyes before continuing the walk to class.

Amajiki

“Y/N.” you whip around completely forgetting where you were and the pile of fabric that your classmates had stacked on your head to see how much weight could be put on your head before you stopped working-- which was a lot more than they thought so they stopped mid-way.

Your body teetered as you tried to adjust it, so you sat properly-- not a poor example of a shrimp while you were working on your projects-- and you also fell backward because a lot of the fabric was still attached to the bolts. Before you could fall back into the precariously placed bag of sewing supplies, arms pulled you up, so you were at least on the tips of your feet as Amajiki kept you from sustaining further injury than was allowed.

“Sorry Amajiki,” you chuckle a little bit glancing at the mess behind you. “Damn I could have sworn I told them to clean up everything after they were done.”

“Are you okay Lovely?” His face was red, and he would probably pass out if he didn’t calm down soon.

“Yes, I’m fine, but why the nick name all of a sudden?” you chuckle making sure you had a clear space to stand.

You could just see his head practically burning up from how red he was getting. “ I- I

Smiling, you give him a quick hug. “I like it, Tamaki.”

He stood there for a moment before pulling his tall form into a ball on the ground, incoherent rambling comes out, but you did hear a mention of your name and how he thought lovely suited you which made your ears burn as you tried to busy yourself with cleaning up the mess.

Shinso

He could have been stereotypical and called you “Kitten” or “kitty” but no. You didn’t remember a cat in his eyes, and no matter how much he argued that he was a cat person, your personality was not cat like.

“Puppy, are we out of the cat treats again?” Hitoshi asked one day while you were busy cleaning the bathroom.

You nearly took out the tub spout with the speed with which your head came up, recoiling from impact you fell face first into the cloth you were using to clean the tub. There was no worry about chemical burn you were rinsing the tub which made how you hit the tub spout even more confusing. Hitoshi runs into the bathroom to see what happened and if you were okay.

Although it was a bit strained you managed to speak. “Y-yeah we ran out a few days ago I wrote it on the fridge.”

Shutting off the water and checking the back of your head for any sign of blood Hitoshi groans. “Thats not important are you okay puppy?”

There it was again. You look up at him, eyes big as you point to yourself. “You mean me puppy?”

“Yes, you’re…

He didn’t get a chance to finish his explanation as you ignored the slight throbbing in the back of your head as you practically tackled him to the ground into a hug. Defeated and tired, his hand rubs your back as he doesn’t even bother getting off the still very wet floor, he’d have to take a long bath later and he’d be lucky if you let him have that long before you complained that you wanted his attention again.

“Yup, definitely a puppy.” he sighs, as you hug him a little tighter. It was a wonder you weren’t in any specialized field with how much strength you had, but it was mainly due to working at your family’s pet shelter and being the only one confident enough to handle the more playful dogs.

Bakugo

You’d called your boyfriend many different terms of affection depending on how you were feeling. But he very rarely used one for you. It didn’t matter to you because you knew he showed affection differently.

“Tsuki!” You shout from the second floor of your house, you both decided early on to buy a house and whoever wanted to keep it could not that it mattered he had absolutely no plans of leaving you alone at any time.

When you were met with silence you leaned out of the doorway. “Tsuki!” being a little bit louder.

Thinking that he was wearing headphones or something you were about to scream for him. Only for him to tap you on the shoulder. Nearly jumping from your skin, you leaned a little too far on the banister. His arm catching you before you can fall over.

“I just keep catching you don’t I, happy?”

You nearly narrow your eyes at him, but he just pulls you closer before kissing the top of your head.

“Happiness needs someone to be Happy.” he mumbles.

You smile as you hug him tightly. “We gotta replace the banister now, don’t we?”

“Yes, we do, the hell were you yelling about anyway?” he frowns looking into the room you were just in.

You pull him in and point. “Ah, um… we should probably call an exterminator.”

Midoriya

You roll your eyes as Midoriya was once again showing off during agency training, everyone was doing their best to get stronger and not everyone had the correct conditions to train their quirks-- you included, seeing as every time you tried to train you regenerative quirk you were practically grounded to the school. IT wasn’t like you didn’t understand why he was praised, there was more to it than simply training. But you still found yourself saying: “Congratulations do you want a cookie?”

Midoriya smiles as he pulls you into a tight hug. “Yes, I do Cookie.”

Your heart leapt a bit as he did this, but deciding to be a bit of a menace he bites your cheek. Pushing him away you huff. “That’s not sanitary I’m covered in sweat.”

Suddenly he was pushed off you. “For fucks sake keep your damn hands to yourself.” Bakugo groans as he nudges you a bit too.

Which was a bit of an alarm for you since he was not one to pull his punches with any of them. You grab his arm watching as he seemed to relax a bit. “How long have you been avoiding me Blasty?”

“None of your damn business mind reader.”

“Awe come on, Kacchan, Cookie is as sweet on you as they are on me,” Midoriya pouts a bit as he pushes against Bakugo’s still extended arm.

Bakugo rolls his eyes a bit as he doesn’t budge. “I don’t want any part of your sappy relationship.”

“Are you sure? Puppy would probably be much more excited if you were a part of it,” you tease as you wait for your quirk to stop patching him up.

Kaminari

Bouncing from one foot to the other you hated waiting for Power-loader to allow you into the lab, it wasn’t like you were banned from it you simply were given time limits. With your quirks it was kind of like a cooldown because who knew how dazed you’d be if you spent the entire day using your flame breath. Once allowed inside you zip from one space to another quickly grabbing your things and returning to your earlier tasks. Kaminari, who needed you to recalibrate his disk shooters.

“You look like a little bumblebee buzzing about.” He chuckles.

Pausing in your tracks you look directly at him. “Thank you for the compliment. Now put your disk shooters on my table space so I can start fixing them.”

“Of course, bumblebee,” He beams before getting hit with something.

“No. No.” You frown covering your face, because now your heart was in your ears. Great you’ll have to face the consequences of this later because this idiot decided to say something like that. Making fall a little bit more in love with him.

Hearing a sharp. “L/N!” before trying to clean up the mess you’d just made.

Kirishima

Since you had a harder time with Japanese than you’d like to admit so early on in your relationship you called your friend Kirishima “Edgy” because for some reason his name just made you think that was the right way to say his name on top if his quirk.

“Eiji, where are my extra weights?” It wasn’t uncommon for him to be in your apartment at any moment simply because he enjoyed being in your company.

He looks around. “Uh, I dunno Babe do you think you forgot them?”

“No, I haven’t even used them yet.” You mumble trying to think.

“Baby.”

As you pace around the mini gym you had in your apartment you look for the missing weights.

“Love.”

Not finding them in the closet you cross your arms.

“The light of my life.”

Glaring at the ground you try to wrack your brain for where you could have placed them coming up blank when your face is picked up and squished in a hand that was rather large.

“Rosebud.”

Blinking you look at Eijiro confused as you felt embarrassed for ignoring him this whole time before a sharp smile is in your face.

“You left them by the door rosebud.” he chuckles a bit before planting a kiss on your nose and pulling away.

“You’re the worst you know that right?”

He simply laughs before pulling you into a hug and preparing your face with kisses.

Shoji

Dating was difficult with your quirk. Eyes constantly glued to the ground and never looking at another if you can help yourself. So, when your current partner started referring to you by a pet name you couldn’t help but look up at him. Towering over you small frame as he crossed his arms.

“Stardust when was the last time you took a break?” Mezo wasn’t mad and you knew that, but your head hung down a little bit.

“I can’t remember,” was all you could muster before he plucked you up from your computer chair like he normally would.

Pouting a little bit, it was hard for you to even fathom why he called you this, even as you were being placed on the couch.

As if reading your mind Mezo chuckles as he pulls a blanket from the nearby chair. “I call you stardust because of the performance from school.”

“Huh?”

“Because the first time you really looked up your eyes sparkled like stars.”

You pull the blanket over your head not even wanting to look at him. “Mezo that’s not fair.”

Todoroki

“Sho?” you felt like every time you visited this man, you’d lose him somewhere in the maze that was his childhood home. Not that there were any happy memories left from the large place, but you found that for his other family members sakes he returned.

You were surprised by how accommodating the entire building was, though you had to gently remind yourself that not everyone was the same height as Enji. Not finding the dual quirk user anywhere near where you’d been, you began hunting for him. Because the moment you left without telling him first you could only imagine the problems that would cause and the abuse of money that would start.

As you looked around for your boyfriend you wondered about something for a while now, Shoto had never referred to you by your given name, he’d often tap you or stood behind you-- often giving you a near heart attack when you’d turn and almost smack him with your wing.

“Sho, where are you?” you call out a bit as you kept looking around.

Fuyumi waves as she notices you in the hall. “Oh, y/n I was wondering where were, have you seen Shoto?”

Shaking your head, you sigh. “I was just looking for him so I can let him know I was gonna head home.”

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I’m not sure how you guys see me and if you want certain things from me. But I’m not gonna lie since most of what I have written and posted here is bnha/mha I feel anxious making anything since I’m not all that interested in that right now.

I have at least two posts scheduled for the coming weeks but I also can’t guarantee that I can post more consistently or take requests

(I’m so sorry the the two requests that have been sitting in my inbox because one of the people I actually talked to and yeah I just got anxious about disappointing you)

So let me be clear. I do take requests but I can’t exactly do that when I’m not even consistent and am not sure I can write for the characters you want.

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“how’s the writing going?” i’m glad you asked! my room has never been cleaner and i’ve decided to take up baking