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multimilfs · 5 months
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Lady Dimitrescu cut in, “They came in because of the storm, and I’ve decided they are to stay with us until it’s passed.”
One of the girls, you thought it might be Daniela, spoke up then. “Unfortunate for you, but lucky for us.” She pushed her empty plate away from herself, “We haven’t had a guest in ages, and it gets very boring trying to antagonize the maids into a conversation.”
You smiled, the sentiment was sweet, if extremely privileged. You couldn’t help but think of the times you considered becoming a maid for Castle Dimitrescu. The pay was something to write home about, but many women had often disappeared after arriving at the castle, never to be seen again. It was good then that Lady Dimitrescu seemed to adore Anya, risked a glance to see that yes, she was smiling affectionately at Anya. Her gaze turned to you not a moment later, and though you looked away just as quickly, you knew you had been caught staring. “You look rather young to be a mother.”
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Your life starts and ends the minute you walk into Castle Dimitrescu.
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multimilfs · 8 months
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what festers in silence
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Rosemary Winters is a twin, but her sister proves unnecessary in Mother Miranda's plans; how convenient that the great Lady Dimitrescu is in the market for an infant. Accepted into the fold with ease and no shortage of love, a threat comes to loom over Castle Dimitrescu, a threat named Ethan Winters. With his arrival comes a question...
Are we so very different from the monsters we condemn?
Chapter(s): 2/2
Relationships: Alcina Dimtrescu/Reader, Alcina Dimitrescu's Daughters & Reader, Alcina Dimitrescu & Original Character(s)
Words: 19970
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Additional Tags: Human/Vampire Relationship, Motherhood, Family, Moral Dilemmas, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Blood and Gore, Loss of Sanity, Bloodlust, Mania
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multimilfs · 11 months
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Just saw that you know JustHereForTheFanfic, who is like one of my favorite AO3 writers and it just makes me happy to know that for some reason
-Ara
They’re one of my favorites as well! they’re an amazing talent and even more amazing friend.
Another detail you might enjoy—know that any Resident Evil 8 works (and a few others) get their stamp of approval before seeing the light of day 🤌🏽
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what festers in silence
[READ ON AO3]
Rosemary Winters is a twin, but her sister proves unnecessary in Mother Miranda's plans; how convenient that the great Lady Dimitrescu is in the market for an infant. Accepted into the fold with ease and no shortage of love, a threat comes to loom over Castle Dimitrescu, a threat named Ethan Winters. With his arrival comes a question...
Are we so very different from the monsters we condemn?
Chapters: 1/2
Relationships: Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader, Alcina Dimitrescu's Daughters & Reader, Alcina Dimitrescu & Original Character(s)
Words: 8195
Rating: Mature (subject to change)
Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Additional Tags (part of them): Human/Vampire Relationship, Motherhood, Family, Moral Dilemmas, Blood and Gore, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Bloodlust, Mania
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I SAVED YOUR FUCKING LIFE AND LENT YOU SOME TRULY EXQUISITE CLOTHES
PAMELA SWYNWORD DE BEAUFORT, TRUE BLOOD (2008 - 2012)
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Melissa Schemmenti x Fem!Reader: No Kiss For Cupid
Summary: Melissa Schemmenti + 15 - “Hi, I’ve been subtle at hinting that I want your attention all day and you haven’t noticed once and now I’m pissed.”
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A/N: This request was from back when I did the grumpy affectionate prompts. I totally forgot about this one, I'm so sorry!! But I'm making it right, now! I hope you enjoy!
Prompt comes from this!
Tag List: @escapetodreamworld @multifandomfix @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @merci-bitch @carolncwman
Warning(s): None
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“Janine,” You whisper, “This is an awful idea.” 
“There’s nothing awful about love!” Janine whispers back. 
You don’t know how she roped you into this, honestly. One minute you’re both discussing your plans—or lack thereof—for Valentine’s day and the next, well, you’re here; sneaking through Abbott’s halls at 3am, arms full of pink and red decorations to play Valentine’s fairy. 
Cupid! Janine had said tersely when you called yourself that, but Cupid was the last thing you were going to play. You had no interest in shooting someone, even if it was with an arrow of love or whatever. It doesn’t matter what it is, a weapon is a weapon, and you work in a public school—the two don’t mix. 
“Someone is going to catch us and we’re probably going to get in trouble for being here.” You say.
“Yeah, right. Who else would be here this early?” 
A third voice says behind you both, “Someone who knows how to whisper.” 
Janine shrieks and drops her box of decorations. You drop yours too, but not before grabbing something to defend yourself with; a styrofoam arrow with a heart on the end, much to your dismay. 
Turning on your heel and brandishing your styrofoam weapon brings you face-to-face with Mr. Johnson. He’s looking pleased with himself, hands folded behind his back. 
You groan, “Mr. Johnson, for real? You could have killed me.” 
“Less mess than whatever you’re planning.” He shrugs. 
“These are decorations, not trash.” Janine pipes up. 
“Looks like trash to me.” 
Janine looks to you for help, but you just shrug. He isn’t exactly wrong. Janine managed to recycle her decorations from last year, including the dusty crepe paper she had hanging from the ceiling for a little too long. It should be trash. 
She throws her hands up and then crosses her arms. You smile sympathetically. Janine is your friend, and you admire her ability to get the most out of everything, but the early hour has affected your patience. 
“I just want to do something nice for everyone.” She says. 
You sigh, “I know, I’m sorry.” 
Even Mr. Johnson looks a little apologetic. 
“We’ll try not to make too much of a mess, Mr. J,” You smile, “Promise.” 
He shakes his head and walks off, grumbling about how there will be a mess anyway. It speaks volumes that he’s letting it happen. You won’t let yourself take it for granted. 
You nudge Janine, “Come on, we’re wasting time.”
The both of you pick up your boxes and head in the direction of her classroom. There’s a little more pep in her step now, making you release a relieved sigh. 
You haven’t exactly been honest with Janine. 
You do have plans for Valentine’s day, but she had seemed so in the dumps when asking that you hadn’t wanted to upset her more. It’s how she roped you into the decorations; she didn’t want anyone else to feel left behind in all of the festivities. Janine was so kind it could make you tear up. 
But the week before you asked a certain redhead to be your Valentine. It wasn’t often Melissa Schemmenti got shy, but at dinner you surprised her with flowers and a cheesy one-liner, and you bagged yourself the most beautiful Valentine Philadelphia had to offer. 
Now, though, running on significantly less sleep than you wanted, you’re wondering if you should have just told Janine the truth. 
Pouring yourself an extra large mug of the burnt teachers-lounge coffee helps. It warms you up from the inside, you only hope the caffeine will kick in before your class. Sometimes your students are tired enough to fall asleep at their desks, one of you needs to be awake and alert. 
You turn and lean against the counter when Melissa walks in. 
Behind your mug, you offer up a smile reserved only for her. She returns it before letting her face drop when a few other teachers walk in. Barbara is one of them. She sits down in her usual chair looking so perfectly put-together it almost makes you envious. 
When Melissa brushes against you to grab some coffee, though, it’s all forgotten. You prop one hand on the counter next to her own, wiggling your fingers; a silent request for Melissa to hold your hand for just a moment. She must be really tired though because it never comes. 
You hide your scowl when she turns and plops down next to Barbara in comfortable silence. 
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“Hey, don’t you have lunch duty today?” You ask, tilting your head at finding her in her classroom. 
She puts a finger to her lips and motions silently to her rug, where a couple of her students are either napping or reading silently. You offer a small wave to the ones who look up. You crouch next to Melissa where she sits at her desk.
Melissa’s voice is soft, “Traded with Barb. I’m a little out of it today.” 
“Everything alright?” 
“Oh yeah, I’m fine. Just had my sleep interrupted when someone texted me at 4am.” 
You wince, “I did tell you to put your phone on silent…” 
“What were you even doing up that early?” She raises her brows. 
“Janine and I were coming in to put the decorations up.” 
Melissa nods, but looks a little confused. Between working so much and your conversation with Janine, you must have forgotten to fill her in. Oops. 
Careful to make sure the action is blocked by her desk, you put your hand on her knee. She doesn’t blink or acknowledge the action. You frown. Your text message must have really messed with her sleep. Guilt floods you. 
“I’ll explain later,” You promise, “Tonight, maybe?” 
She smiles in her fond way, “Tonight.” 
You stand up and try to ignore the pain in your knees. Offering her a wink and her students a smile, you walk—limp—back to your classroom. 
It’s your class’ turn for gym class when you pass by Melissa in the hall. She’s bringing her class back, walking in the opposite direction as you. The kids are out of breath, practically bouncing in their single-file line. Once upon a time you would have expected the kids to come back from gym tired; that was before you knew better. 
Melissa is joking around with Mya and one of her other students when she catches sight of you. You wink and she grins, nodding in your direction. 
You fold your fingers into your palm as you approach, with the exception of your pinky. It’s something you pulled from Bridgerton when you forced Melissa to watch it with you; her compliance with it is begrudging, as she refuses to let you pick shows to watch anymore. But it comes in handy to show a little affection without alerting anyone else. 
You pass, pinky out, but her’s never makes contact. 
It takes all your willpower not to stop in your tracks. Somehow, Melissa has managed to miss every indication of wanting touch you’ve shown. She’s usually just as eager to return it. 
Before you can think on it too hard, you’re rounding the corner to the gym, just barely stopping your students from breaking their line and rushing inside. 
Knock, knock, knock 
At the third knock, you glance up. Melissa walks in and closes the door behind her. She’s bundled up in her coat and green scarf, bag slung over her shoulder. 
“Hi.” You smile 
“Hey yourself, hon. You almost ready?” 
“Almost…” 
Melissa raises a brow. 
“I've been subtle at hinting that I want your attention all day and you haven’t noticed once,” You say, leaning back and crossing your arms. Jokingly, you add, “and now I’m pissed.” 
“Oh, I’ve noticed.” Melissa says. 
Her smile is downright evil. It’s the one she reserves for home, when she’s intent on getting you worked up, or worse, when she can tell you’re already worked up. 
The reaction in your body is immediate. You shift a little in your desk chair, licking your lips as she approaches, but she doesn’t do anything to invade your space. She stays standing tall. It’s almost more delicious in the way she looks down at you. 
“You just have to use your words, honey.” 
You swallow. Your mouth is suddenly dry. 
“Melissa…” You start. She waits, “Please, kiss me?” 
She does lean into your space this time. Her perfume fills your head, but you can’t look away from her lips. Somehow her lipstick has stayed in place all day long. You want nothing more than to smudge it, to wear it yourself. 
Melissa leans closer. There’s a breath between you when your eyes flutter shut. 
You’re stunned when she kisses your cheek instead. 
“Time to go.” 
Melissa’s grinning over her shoulder when you open your eyes, opening the door and disappearing through it. It takes you a few moments before your brain catches up. When it does, you hastily throw everything in your bag, and run after her.
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Eda Clawthorne x Fem!Reader x Lilith Clawthorne: Thanks to Saint Valentine
Summary: Anon 1 sent... For your Valentine mini-fics: Lilith Clawthorne, Eda Clawthorne, “Once you start thinking you have nothing left to learn, you have everything to learn.” I didn't have anything in mind here I just really liked how you wrote those two. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and Ara anon sent... For the valentines, maybe a human!reader introducing Eda to the concept of (human) valentines -Ara
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A/N: It's been a hot second since I wrote for these two. hoooo it was a bit difficult, but I hope you enjoy!
Tag List: @escapetodreamworld @multifandomfix @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @white--lillies
Warning(s): Death mention
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You’re careful to hold your hand in place over both of their eyes. It’s difficult, given the height difference and your stance, but you just barely make it work. They can’t peek. 
Luz and King bounce behind you. The former has barely held her excitement in since she caught you wedged in Eda’s storage room making things by candlelight. She’d given you a surprisingly stern talk about how you were damaging your eyesight, before getting overwhelmed with eagerness and demanding you tell her everything. 
And you had. 
Now, you’re here, guiding Lilith and Eda blindly through the Owl House and into the kitchen. Hooty is firmly locked outside. You didn’t plan all of this for it to be ruined at the last second. Once the surprise was over, though, you’d let him join. 
“Are we almost there?” Eda whines. 
“Honestly, Edalyn, stop your whining,” Lilith chastises, before asking, “Are we there yet?” 
You hold back a laugh, “Almost.”
They both groan, almost identical in their exasperation. You wouldn’t dare say that to them. 
Rounding the corner into the kitchen, you let pride warm you from the inside at the spread you’ve laid out on the table; flowers, hand-made cards, boxes of human chocolates—those had not been easy to get. You spared no expense when it came to this. You’ve never had anyone to celebrate with before. 
“Alright,” You say, bringing them to a stop, “Three… two… one.” 
You let your hands drop away. 
Eda gasps. Lilith stares. 
“Fresh junk!” Eda grins. 
Luz blinks. You do too, tilting your head with a frown. Lilith is still notably silent beside her sister, eyes taking in everything spread over the table. 
“That’s not what this is. They’re Valentine's gifts.” You say. 
Eda and Lilith look totally and completely lost. 
“What’s that?” 
Before you can answer, King cuts in helpfully, “Basically, some guy died a really long time ago, and now human’s celebrate with love!” 
Horror spreads across Lilith’s face, while Eda barks out a laugh. It quickly evolves into a full-body experience with her bending at the waist and attempting to catch her breath. You feel yourself crack a smile. 
“Leave it to you humans to make something gruesome about love! And here I thought I couldn’t learn anything else about you.” 
“Once you start thinking you have nothing left to learn, you have everything to learn, Edalyn.” 
You roll your eyes, “Yes, yes, humans are weird; I know. But do you… like it?” 
“I love it.” Lilith is the first to say, giving you a small, touched smile, “You even got my favorite flowers.” 
You preen from the praise. 
Eda nods, “You did good. Not sure what the boxes are about, though.” 
“Oh, they’re filled with human chocolate.” 
Both Eda and Lilith’s eyes go comically wide, lighting up with delight. They fight one another to get toward the table and pick over the boxes of chocolates you grabbed. The scene makes you laugh. 
Your heart warms when they stop fighting to each place a kiss on your cheek. You’ll call your first real Valentine’s day a win. 
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Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader: Nothing Else
Summary: escapetodreamworld sent in... "I wasn't complete until i met you" Angie. Melissa. Lady D. Wanda. And maybe Colette and Eda clawthorne if you want
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A/N: You gave me many options... and I nearly went with Alcina. The brainrot has been hitting lately. But I've been wanting to write a little more for Wanda. Thank you for all the options!!!
Happy Valentine's Day!!
Tag List: @multifandomfix @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @escapetodreamworld
Warning(s): None
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Her familiar weight presses against your back. You take in the brief comfort her closeness offers, though you don’t dare allow your eyes to stray from the fray. In all of the meetings, in all the clipped comments and arguments, you never imagined a team would become so divided over a bunch of paper. 
The Accords are more than that, you know, but now it’s left you all in a difficult position.
Against the advice of your friends, you couldn’t agree with the Accords, and you’d become a fugitive with Steve and the rest; as long as you were with Wanda, you didn’t mind it so much. It’s still not great though. 
“I can feel your mind working.” Wanda’s voice cuts through it all, accent thick on her tongue, “Less thinking, more fighting.” 
As if summoned, you’re both approached. Wanda fends off a strong attack from The Black Panther and you throw Spider-Man back with more force than you intend. It feels wrong to fight people you can’t see the faces of. You want to know who your enemy is. 
“I am fighting.” You defend. 
“Badly.” 
Her head turns for a fraction of a second and you catch the smile on her lips. You shake your own head. Despite the fighting, you’re content being near Wanda; the Sokovian witch filling a spot in your heart you hadn’t known you were missing. 
“I have to say,” You start, cut off when the two of you have to flee across the tarmac, an explosion nearly searing your skin, “this isn’t how I had planned to spend your first Valentine’s day.” 
She chuckles, “And I thought you planned this for me.” 
There’s a bitter note in her voice. You know how she feels about the situation; that it’s all her fault. It clouds her eyes and her smile, stealing away what little happiness she manages to hold tight to. You ache to chase it away. 
You had planned something before The Avengers imploded. Something cozy and sweet at the compound, just you, Wanda, and her favorite things. 
Wanda speaks again before you can, “But I don’t need anything special.” 
“That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it.”
Her green eyes look at you. It’s like they’re searching. You’re focused ahead, weaving the two of you in and out of obstacles, and you wonder if her eyes will go red as she tries to decipher why you care so deeply. You won’t mind the familiar weight of her magic in your mind. You have nothing to hide, least of all when it comes to how you care about her. 
“I wasn’t complete until I met you,” Wanda says eventually. It’s like her accent has gotten thicker, but you recognize it as emotion, “I need nothing else but you.” 
“Well, that’s good. That’s all we might have for a while.” You offer a shaky smile. 
Her hand takes yours. You’re still moving through the fighting, but it feels a little easier together. 
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multimilfs · 1 year
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Alright…
Expect 3 fics on Valentines day!
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One will be a longer fic I’ve chosen the plot for. The other two are mini-fics (around 500 words) based on your requests!!
There were quite a few ideas that you all submitted and unfortunately, with time and energy constraints, I can’t get to all of them. But I thank you for submitting them and look forward to seeing your reactions to them!
💖💝💘💓💗💞💕
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multimilfs · 1 year
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just letting everyone know i am alive!! i’m trying to get back to writing, but i’m working 5/7 days of the week right now, so it’s a bit difficult 😵‍💫
know that you’re not forgotten and neither are your ideas! things are coming…
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multimilfs · 1 year
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I don’t usually reblog fanfics but I couldn’t help myself with this one—WOW.
The gradual build of the relationship is perfect. I love how you approach the more rough side of Melissa that’s often overlooked.
Your characterization of Melissa is one of the best I’ve ever read. She’s tough on the surface, unwilling to settle for anything less-than-great when she can beat someone into shape, but when you look she is so kind and caring. The slow transition between the relationship in the beginning, to the building trust, was seamless. It felt perfectly paced and made me giddy.
And when it came to the actual romance?? hoo 😮‍💨🥰
One of my favorite Melissa fics, by far. This is absolutely amazing 🤩
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Ok I didn't think I'd write and post stuff again but here we are. This is my first time writing a reader fic. Just something that's been mulling about my mind that I wanted to get out. Also wanna call out all the other Melissa fics by @girlswholikehotolderwomen, @multimilfs, and many others on here that have been so fun to read. Thanks for writing!
Teacher's Aide Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Abbott Elementary (TV) Relationships: Melissa Schemmenti/fem!Reader Preview: You get the phone call on a Tuesday, just barely after noon. You’ve been applying to a number of jobs for the past two months, and finally it seems like there’s need for an aide at one of the public schools in town. Abbott Elementary.
There must have been some sort of hiccup, since it’s already mid-semester when the request is being made. You try to prod your supervisor for more info, but she simply says there were some issues with the previous aide sent over. Interesting. Nonetheless, you accept the job and head in the next day.
The first thing you do when you arrive in the morning is head straight to the principal’s office to report for duty. You have your trusty binder full of student resources and activities, and a fresh notebook ready.
When you get to the office, you’re surprised to find nobody there. Confused, you step out and flag down a passing teacher. “Hi excuse me, do you happen to know where the principal is?”
“Oh, Ava? She usually doesn’t get in til 10.”
“Oh.” But school starts at 8:30.
Before you could ask any further, the gentleman briskly walks away. You look around like a lost puppy.
Deciding to be resourceful, you try to look for clues around the office. Perhaps a memo or a note left for you. They told you to come in today didn’t they?
“Excuse me, can I help you?” A sharp voice cuts into your thoughts. You stop what you’re doing and look up sheepishly, a little embarrassed to be caught snooping around like this. Your eyes land on an older woman with vibrant red hair and a slightly threatening aura. You swallow nervously.
“Hi, I’m the new teacher’s aide. I’m trying to figure out where I should be.”
“Oh good. You’re with me.” She spins around and heads out to the hallway. Stunned, you stay rooted to your spot until you hear her snap back at you, “Come on kid! I don’t got all day.”
The sternness in her voice makes you scramble after her.
And that is how you first meet Melissa Schemmenti.
- Read more on Ao3
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multimilfs · 1 year
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Are you still writing for Melissa Schemmenti
yes! i’m working on some other things, but i still write for melissa! (i’m just a little behind on the abbott episodes)
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multimilfs · 1 year
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"Rest Now, Dear One" with lady dimitrescu (or character of your choice) for the fic title ask game
Reader has always known she was different. Something a little… monstrous lurking inside her. When she finds herself in a sticky situation, she gets those suspicions confirmed.
And then she hears a rumor.
Somewhere out there is a place—a village—teeming with monsters. Acid-spitting demons and man-wolves, girls made of bugs; they all make her monstrous abilities seem like playground antics. A place where she can be almost normal compared to it all; where she can rest.
But Lady Dimitrescu loves pretty things and more than that, she loves pretty things that entertain her. And Reader just happens to be both.
Reader very quickly discovers that ‘rest’ for a monster is different than for a human, and if she’s a monster, well… she may as well act like one.
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"We lay here for years or for hours so long we become the flowers" as a fic title :)
ooo this one was hard, i had a lot of ideas. but i think i’d settle on something angsty; it’s the final hours of either Reader or the Love Interest. they’re doing things special to them and going to places that are meaningful. i’d end it w one of them laying down for the final time—perhaps in a natural space that’s special to them—with the other at their side. neither of them leave; one can’t and the other chooses not to.
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multimilfs · 1 year
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send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it
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multimilfs · 1 year
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Hey, I love your account I’m curious how were you able to set it up like you have, with the links that take you to other posts and the Hello symps button that I am currently asking you on.
so with links—there should be an option on both desktop and mobile—you can highlight a word and it gives you the option to insert a link on that word. you just copy and paste it in and it’ll link to whatever you provide
with the customization of the hello simps button, it’s been ages since i’ve done that so my memory is a little foggy. i think i went into theme editor on desktop and edited what my buttons said, but that’s the most i remember
i hope that helps!
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multimilfs · 1 year
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There’s a fic on fanfiction(.)net that I’ve kept tabs on for years to see if it’s been updated or not. While I’m no longer even in the fandom it’s written for, it just has one of the greatest storylines I’ve ever read. Last time it was updated was 2011.
The other day, I decided to reread the entire thing and leave a very in-depth review of what I thought of each chapter. I also mentioned how I started reading it when I was 13 and am now 21, but always came back to see if it was ever finished because I loved it so dearly.
Today, said author sent me a private message saying that her analytics showed that the story was still getting views even after all these years, but no one ever bothered to leave reviews other than “update soon!!!”, so she never felt motivated enough to finish it. She said that me reviewing every single chapter with lengthy paragraphs made her cry and meant the world to her. She also mentioned that she felt encouraged to write the two remaining chapters needed to complete the story and that she would send me a message the night before she updates the fic.
I’m literally sobbing. I’m so excited :’)
Please always remember to leave a review when reading fanfiction!!! It means a lot to a writer.
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