#mirmir anon

[shibaraki]

monty. oh my god. i just read the bkg mermay selkie fic

no words to describe how the entire thing made me feel. bakugou is a character thar is so special and precious and important to me and you're one of the writers that do him justice. i love the way his relationship w selkie reader progressed and despite my initial (read: JUST FUCKING TELL THEM) feelings toward when selkie reader drank the concoction to sever the bond, i think it is so on brand for him to remain quiet about it because he thinks it's what the reader wants + what would be best for them in the long run . going home

i think this fic is so special to me and im going to reread it for days to come. i cannot articulate how much i loved it and i love your writing and thank you for sharing your work with us i mean it :(( if the tides could speak is so lovely and bakugou, and the way you write him, is so very dear to me (he is a source of great comfort i would say but that doesn't do justice to how i feel about him) and i'm very thankful to be able to have read this <33

— mirmir anon !!

MIRMIR !!!! I’m happy to see you, I hope you’ve been doing well 🫶🏻 thank you so so much. knowing that he is special to you and you trust me with writing him is just huge!!!! I’m so honoured and pleased you loved it 😭 LOL I definitely understand your frustration. but unfortunately our boy would not have believed reader if they confessed. gotta sever to come back together again!!! and as you said, he thought it was best for us. I mean they literally jumped off a cliff the first time he met them because they wanted to go back lskskkddk bless his heart. I adore him and I had sooo much fun writing something longer for him.

my heart is so full hearing that it’s special to you 🥺 I love you, thank you for reading and making my day!!

[neteyamsilly]

: ̗̀➛ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈'𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

・❥・ 𝑰𝑹𝑴𝑨. she/her | 19 requests semi-open and selective primarily avatar (2009) & avatar: the way of water (2022)

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neteyam’s only daughter

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・❥・ i will soften every edge, hold the world to its best pairing(s) :: sully family x sully! reader dad!jake sully x daughter!reader genre :: angst, hurt/comfort blurb :: As Jake Sully's oldest daughter, you never see eye to eye with him, always challenging him and pushing his buttons to the limit. What happens when things go too far one day? (based on light by sleeping at last) fic tag :: 📖: light status :: ongoing | AO3 LINK main storyline :: one | two | three | four | five | six ࣪ᥫ᭡ wonderful oc portrait the kind @raaanciid has made for the oc they imagine for the series !! ࣪ᥫ᭡ memes and video the awesome @ang-taylorsversion has made !!

・❥・ my house of stone, your ivy grows pairing(s) :: neteyam (20) x anurai!reader genre :: enemies to lovers, angst, AU, based on bridgerton season 2 blurb :: Neteyam's convinced the girl blessed by atokirina upon her family's request for Uturu is specifically sent for him as a mate, worthy and fit for the position of the next Olo'eyktan's companion, she has to be. Or else, why would there be a sign like this? Too bad her older sister is hellbent on getting in his way and under his skin. fic tag :: 📖: ivy status :: work in progress | AO3 LINK main storyline :: introduction

Being Neteyam's Only Daughter, headcanons.

[luvfest]

Hey! Can I get a moodboard with super cozy themes for a Minecraft wolf who lived in a snowy tundra village? It's for Leo! Thanks so much kiss kiss -mirmir

posted for u hope he likes it .

[hibiscera]

my last name is drury so EVERY TIME i see you talk about drury for a split second i just think "me 😳" before i read about the moth fluff and then remember that I don't have any of that yet 😔

YET. That's the kind of positivity I like to see.

HBSDBHSHJBDSHDB ANON I'M SOOOO SORRY, I know exactly how you feel. When "a mimir" was the big meme on twitter, every few posts I thought people were talking about me. 😔

[imdoingsortagay]

What my tags mean :

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Anons: (though i don't really get many )

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It me mentioned: mentions of me by moots <3

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[you-had-me-at-e-flat-major]

That last anon inspired me.

Purzlr Nutzerin "du hast mich an Es Dur gehabt" ist so wie "50% Musik mirmirs, 50% bestandsgefährdendes Wehleiden. Musikmensch aber mach es homosexuell. Und fröhlich! Erscheine für die Tschüssikowski michmichs, stehe für den relationalen Saraconner-Mangel. Reveng, 23, Deutsch-ausländisch. Berggeglotze Akademie der theatralischen Künste, Marzahn. Musikregisseurin, Komponistin, Pinkelistin, Klarinetittinistin, Nähmaschine, Brätschin. [sie/ihr/ihr/ihrs/ihren/ihrem/ihres/ihrer] . Fragt mich Kühe"

I'm so sorry lol

i DESPISE THIS well done

[ask-updike-tgg]

*I smirk and snap my fingers* Sleep.

Rest well, my friend.

--Hypnosis Anon

A mirmir! He's fast asleep at his desk, his head resting in his arms.

[lairofhopeandfantasy]

boku no hero academia?

Well you probably can tell from my Avatar and my Blog in General but here you go:

haven’t heard of it | absolutely never watching| might watch | currently watching| dropped| hated it | meh| a positive okay| liked it| liked it a lot!| loved it| a favorite

don’t watch period| drop if not interested within 2-3 episodes| give it a go, could be your thing| 5 star recommendation

fav characters: Shouto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou, Fumikage Tokoyamileast fav characters: Yuuga Aoyamafav relationship: tbh idk what i ship in this xDfav moment: thats probably really new but when Tokoyami stole a point band from Todoroki in the last moment of the cavalry battle.headcanons/theories: In my head I am drawing out the scenario when they all graduate that Todoroki, Bakugou and Midoriya wil work together.unpopular opinion: Idk if its unpopular but I think sometimes it’s just too much crying from Midoriya and that he relies so hard on everybodyhow’d you find it: idk thorandom thoughts: I was really sceptical at first but now I love thes Anime and can’t wait for every new episode. And Bakugou and Todoroki are fkin badasses. :D

[tarithenurse]

On my mind, in my soul - 9

Prompt: Got three things to go by on this from Anon: “Ghost rule” (cover/translation by jubyphonic), Asgard, a necklace. Pairing: Loki x Burglar!reader. Content: Cussing, angsting, illness, mention of death etc., family quarrels. All in all a lovely, uplifting chapter once again :P A/N: Well...I caved in and that means you get the full chapter now...let’s see how long before the requirements are met for the next. If you LIKE what you read: please reblog! Or comment? Or send me hugs? (Puppies are also accepted)

The value of a life

I guess I really can’t dodge it this time No law to pardon my crime, no clemency for this evil of mine

Of course, Heimdal had warned the All-Father. A host of Einherjar were standing ready with cuffs, chains, and golden spears the moment Loki’s feet touched solid ground. They’d been rougher than strictly necessary, shoving him to his knees before binding him with magically sealed restraints. Thor couldn’t do much to prevent it unless he wanted to make the situation worse, and besides, the brothers had promised to remain passive throughout this endeavour. Yes, breaching banishment was bound to have certain consequences.

Shoved forwards with both weapons and hard gazes at his back, Loki’s reminded of a similar scene, but this time he makes sure not to smile or talk out of turn, waiting instead till he’s right at the bottom stairs of the throne before sinking to his knees without being ordered to. Maybe it’s the sight of the fallen prince, or perhaps the fact that having Loki around always meant trouble for some one, either way a murmur ripples through the audience that has managed to gather even with the short warning.

An echoing boom of metal against stone silences the room. “Loki Laufeyson,” Odin’s voice holds a tired curiosity, “why have you returned from your banishment, knowing that the penalty might be death?”

As long as another life will be spared. Finally lifting his head to face the man he once thought of as his father, Loki feels the old resentment begging to roil inside once more. Everyone’s waiting for it, expecting him to lash out verbally with that silver tongue which has won him friends and enemies alike. Even Thor, standing next to the throne, is keeping a watchful eye on the slender figure prone on the floor.

“I accept any consequences of my transgression, All-Father,” the words taste like bile but have to be spoken clearly, “and you may do with me as you see fit…I only wish to save an innocent life.”

A few snorts of disbelief can be heard through the grand hall, still Loki keeps quiet. Green eyes locked with one of pale blue, watering with age and seeking compensation through the aid of watchful spies. Seconds pass, long as a lifetime, and already the prodigal son fears it’ll be too late. A glance to Thor is noticed and scrutinized by their father.

“So you’ve found compassion for the Midgardians now? Hmmm?” Odin’s eyepatch wobbles as the white brows lift. “Tell me then…who do you intend to save?”

“Admittedly only one for now.” Even to himself, the plea sounds hollow. “A maiden whom I unwittingly put in harms way when trying to achieve the opposite.”

“One?”

“One.”

Loki’s knees are starting to ache against the stones, tempting him to reposition ever so slightly under the scrutinizing gaze of the King. He’s had worse, endured crippling pain far beyond the discomfort he now feels, and so he remains motionless save for the eyes that return the stare unwaveringly.

“Thor?” Odin commands without shifting his attention.

The God of Thunder was not one for convoluted speech when growing up in Asgard. Although he studied as a prince should under the careful eyes of Frigga and the many tutors, the more physically inclined boy preferred to put his intellect to different uses than poring over books more than absolutely necessary. Loki used to be annoyed by it, but today…today he rejoices with each simple sentence the brother utters, detailing the events since the phone call to Stark from Loki. Even as he bluntly describes the medical situation of the woman who’s nothing but a stranger to anyone else.

Silence fills the hall when Thor has finished. Odin himself shows a sliver of surprise and has very few questions for the broad warrior before sinking into thought. Make up your mind, old man! Not a word passes Loki’s lips. He can’t risk angering the All-Father, the ruler of Asgard who protects the realm and its people viciously from outsider.

“You bargain your freedom and life in exchange for hers?”

“Yes.” No waver.

A low hum escapes Odin while he thinks. “And…even if there is nothing to be done to save her, you will accept your sentence?”

Not before she’s safe. “Yes.”

Although “no” is what I meant, I gave a “yes” and lied yet again

…   Reader’s PoV   …

The entire world is moving, tipping and spinning around you without having any impact on your stability on the slippery ice. Faintly, you remember the idea that wherever you are isn’t the real world, but how can that be? Already, you can sense the beckoning carried on the icy winds, the urge driving you on instead of letting the stickiness take you down into the dark. Hasn’t that always been the life you’ve known?

Deciding not to care about the odd jostling of the world, you carry on slowly. As you navigate through patches of greedy tendrils, you feel how they hold on tighter…pull harder. It even looks as though more of them appears and begin to invade the relative safety of the ice. No! They can’t hold you back, the musn’t. Because somewhere at the end of the path is a golden chain set with small stones and it’s calling for you.

…   Loki’s PoV   …

Odin doesn’t allow Loki to be there when [Y/N] arrives, and it’s only Thor’s shameless pleading (mixed with a bit of logic) that secures a corner view in the Healing Chambers.

By Mirmir’s head! Every curse and worrying comment is bit back in fear that the silver tongue will land Loki in trouble…or the Midgardian. It’s evident how taxing the journey has been. Each breath is laboured now, rattling the normally gorgeous chest, yet nothing seems to come off it: face sickly pale; prominent, dark veins marring the soft skin; and a fever that rages through her body with a force that fills the entire room. One glance at Thor is enough to solidify the concern.

…

Time passes slowly, each minute reflected in the glittery particles of the Soul Forge’s projection. Even the physicians, Idunn and Eir, wear grim expressions as they work their skill and magic to battle the poison eating the patient from within. Loki can barely make sense of their words, too lost in thought and consumed by a disconcerting worry that he dares not voice yet. Just let her live.

“No, we can’t, there’s not enough.” Idunn’s brows are pulled down to the nose as she examines the data hovering above the patient.

The other healer doesn’t relent. “Maybe some o–“

“Who?!”

The one word’s sharp enough for a guard to wince, his spear brushing uncomfortably near Loki who’s trying to get an idea of what the women are arguing about. A donor? Well, the options are limited, and whatever [Y/N] is in need of has to be something any healthy Asgardian must apparently possess since the physicians are discussing it at all.

“I volunteer.” Five spears realign at Loki’s calm voice.

Stalking past the exam table, Idunn takes in the ex-prince’s form properly for the first time since his arrival. “Clearly, despite your intellect, you’ve not realized that we’re referring to a full blood transfusion,” she explains curtly, “replacing all of the girl’s blood.”

“Do it.”

Brown eyes are boring into cold blues. “We’d have to verify if you’re a match.”

“Do it.”

“Using just one donor could be lethal…for the donor.”

There’s no hesitation. No waver in the answer. “Do it.”

“Brother!” For all of Loki’s sharp senses, he’d forgotten the blond, bumbling idiot of a Thunder God still was there. “You cannot do this!”

“Why not?!” Again the guard flinches. “Tell me, why I shouldn’t! My freedom, maybe my life, is forfeit either way! Let it at least be used for one good deed before your father does whatever he pleases with it.”

Thrusting his hands forward, manacles chafing against the skin, Loki presents the vulnerable insides of the elbows the best he can.

…

Perhaps this isn’t so bad after all. The darkness of the marring, prominent veins is already lessening, leaving Loki to believe that he can see a healthy luster returning to [Y/N]’s delicate skin even from where he’s lying in a neighbouring Soul Forge.

“I must admit,” Odin’s voice shifts the adoptive son’s attention, “that your action moves me.”

“I’m not doing it for you.”

Maybe Thor wants to say something, his mouth opening and closing as he rolls slowly on his feet. Swaying. Lulling. Must keep my eyes open. It’s getting difficult already. A tiredness is invading Loki’s body as the pumps work to withdraw blood from both subjects, only pumping it into one afterwards. This is not how the Asgardian had expected it to end, complacent and filled with regrets.

“If this should be your last deed, my son, then I will remember you more fondly than I once feared I would have to.” The voice is distant, with a cotton-like quality to it as it seeps through the dimming lights.

Go ahead and judge away, I chose to be this kind of person anyway

…   Reader’s PoV   …

The dream’s fading, becoming nothing more than a fuzzy memory of desperation and a longing for something that you don’t even recall anymore save for a glittery eye of a tiger. It had been so important to reach it, but did you actually succeed in the end? Whatever it is that had been so vital, it’s not in your hand as you try to move it, fingers fumbling over soft silk and lungs filling wonderfully with clean air scented with honey. It’s like breathing life, and a tiny content sigh escapes you.

Soothing but insistent, your senses come back for full power, and despite the soft bed, it’s hard to find comfort in your body and mind: one is tingling as though every part has been asleep and is now waking with pins and needles, the other is flooded with fragmented recollections of a hand-over gone wrong. Very wrong.

You push yourself upwards against a wooden headrest with a groan, eyes blinking to stop the room around you from swimming away in a haze, and you spot a figure sitting in a chair. Broad shoulders hunched forward and elbows resting on the knees to leave the hands hanging loosely folded.

“So…you wake,” is all Thor says before getting up and leaving, ignoring your stunned reaction.

…

You’ve been bathed and dressed in a pretty yet antique-ish dress. Even fed. But no one has bothered explain to you what has happened and why you’re here in Asgard. That’s where I am, right? Following a guard in golden armour, you’re being led through impressive halls with statues, murals, and tapestries the likes of which you’ve only seen it the best museums and private collections. It’s not until the enormous double doors open that you realize you’re on your way to the throne to meet the king. Odin.

All the curiosity you’d felt is twisted into a nausea-inducing anxiety as you pass pillars and people lining the length of the room, all standing silently watching. At each carved stone reaching high above are more guards, but it’s the silently moving shadows at the walls that prevent you from breathing further than the top of the sternum and recognising Thor next to the throne does nothing to compensate. Where’s Loki? He’s got to be around somewhere, but you can’t find him and all too soon you’re at the dais and have to kneel with eyes fixed on the floor.

“[Y/N] [Y/L/N].” Where does Odin know my name from? “It is imperative that you understand how seldom it is for an outsider to be brought here…let alone a simple Midgardian.” There’s a poorly veiled insult there, but this is not the time to pick a fight and you choose to nod instead. “Still…here you are.” Was that a sigh? “My adoptive son Loki came and pleaded for the best physicians to treat you in the hope your life could be saved. He came…although he had been banished from this realm…”

The king continues for much longer than you find necessary, especially focusing on the infinite benevolence of him as a king and the Asgardian prowess on pretty much every single field of science, history, and diplomacy. The few stolen glances reveal nothing to be out of the ordinary, and you presume this must be the normal way for the aging monarch to address anyone in court.

Eventually, Odin reaches the end and waits for you to express your gratitude for the lifesaving treatment he has extended to you, a pathetic human (not his actual words, but same point). Of course, you sing his and Asgard’s praises. To begin with.

“Your majesty, if I may…” You try to sound confident as you meet his eyes. Eye. “Where’s Loki? I’d like to thank him.”

Tell them who I really am, Since everything I know’s about to meet its end

[sevi007]

thanks to your post about lokis children, i am hoping for grandpa and father to free all thre of them. maybe they are curently living in the same time because of the shift in time between realms.jödmun is alrady best friends with his dad. later due some mission atreus and kratos end up in helhaim meeting hela. which is one hand so happy to see her father. he looks so cute. but feeling so insecure because atreus is a child and doas not want to scare him. which is not happening.(1)

(2)atreus thinks she is awsome. jödmun and hel manage to be subtle about their connection, until it is fenrirs turn. which gets freed and just bluntly is like. “why the fruck are you so tiny dad???” kratos and atreus are confused while mirmir is nevously chuckeling.             

Since Ireally, really hope that all of Loki’s children are characters in future games,I actually hope something like this happens. (And them being currently, in the present,being chained would also make a good explanation / excuse as to why we have notmet them in this game already)

The thingis – I really, really hope Atreus isgoing to be a great Dad to those free. Most medias depict Loki and his childrenbeing not on good terms (last book I read had Jormungandr try spitting acidinto Loki’s face) but since God of War shows us Atreus and Jormungandr gettingalong, and Jormungandr showing nothing but interest and kindness when notingthat Atreus “seems familiar”, it gives me hope father and children are on goodterms!

(I’m asucker for family feels. XD)

So that when,if Atreus and Kratos meet Hel andFenrir, the two of them are just happy tosee Atreus. They, other than Jormungandr, see the familiarity instantly as whatit is – Atreus and Loki being the same (let’s just say since Jormungandr is aserpent, his eyesight is not as sharp as his siblings’)

Hel, smartand cunning one, thinks it better to not saying anythingabout it, as to not change time more than it already did. But she can’t helpbut uncharacteristically joyful and gentle when Atreus is around, followingnearly his every wish as soon as he says it, being so protective over him thatnot even Kratos can bring himself to distrust her for long.

She alsocan’t help but smile so wide it should seem terrifying when Atreus declares hernot as ugly or scary, but really beautiful, because that was what her father(grown man she remembers) always called her.

OMG, anon,now I just have this mental image of Fenrir, in Ancient Tongue, blurting thatout, Atreus being confused (thinking he mistranslated the still unfamiliarlanguage), Mimir almost choking on his spit, and Hel glaring her brother down.

“What? What did I do, sister?”

“I’m about to put a muzzle on you.”

[shibaraki]

hi monty im back (threat)

ur morning after shinsou fic is so nice and warm btw it made me giggle and blush which was so embarrassing personally /lh

also i saw that u wanted to commission art for the merdeku fic so this is me asking if u would be opposed to potentially receivibg silly little pencil on paper sketches of merdeku when u release him into thr wild? teehee

— mirmir anon!!

MIRMIR hi darling I hope you’ve had a good april so far!! I’m so happy you liked the shinsou fic I’ve been in a gooey sappy mood lately lmao. it’s a real treat to have something to put those feelings into!!

oh my goodness I would never be opposed!!! just the fact you want to is so amazing to me Ljdkdkddk you are free to draw him when he is released!!! my huge fish bf *cries* I hope everyone else will love him

[koriyue]

hullo hullo! it's albedo nui anon and i just wanted to ask if u want some [virtual] brownies that im planning to bake (also my mirmir says hello hehe and sends kithes)

aa albedo nui anon!!! smooches both your forehead and albedo nui's <3

!!!! BROWNIES?? omg yeah!!!!! I WOULD LOVE SOME 🥺 thank you for offering!! om nom nom nom nom

[surprisetrash]

okay but let's be honest mirio is tintin, therefor he is mirmir -a random anon that isn't even a roleplay blog

The adventures of Mirmir

[shibaraki]

I LEAVE FOR A FEW WEEKS AND U HAVE A NEW LAYOUT ⁉️ now im going to be blessed with aizawa instead of stinky skrungkly boy (shiggy) whenever i open ur blog. what if i wrnt into cardiac arrest monty

- mirmir anon

slkjdasdj mirmir!!!! hihi I hope you've been doing well and taking care of yourself!!!!!! yes I gave in (T_T) I miss tomura but aizawa has been plaguing me I honestly think I've written more for him than anyone else (dont quote me on that). GOD HE IS SO?????? I have yet another wip on the go for him now too. mirmir take my hand u gotta pull me out

[shibaraki]

MONTT IM BAVK AND I FINSIEHD PENUMBRA. YOURE SICJ FORBTHUS

first of all i read it in a feverish haze bc i caught some stupidass stomach bug but Im Going to think Regardless. first of all. your aizawa fics are so good theyre so Juicy you dont know how often i come back to them. each time u write aizawa so colorful and a lil different but still very distinct to how u characterize him and i think its so interesting. anyway

the HGNFBFNDN the BANTER? ohhh wow i loved picking out the parts priorbto the Reveal where u can see aizawa's affection for the reader in both of the lives they lead (CAT CAFE CAT CAFE CAT CAF) and its so sweet and so subtle and very very him i think. and his fondness for the class a kids AURGEHDGHDX HES SOOO and the DRAWING HE HAS FROM ERI WITH HER, MIDORIYA, AND HIMSELF IN IT??? IM MISERABLE

god and i think that the way u wrote the reveal is so lovely. like the language u used made it seem like a huge thing (which it was) for the two of them but it was so gradual to me as i read it that i didnt really find myself shitting bricks and stressing about it as much as i thought i would?? its like... waking up slowly from a dream and a long sleep rather than bolting upright when u realize u missed ur alarm. nice and calm and very sweet, especially in the way aizawa takes it all in

and HRHDGDHDH WHEN HE SAYS HES GLADBHE DOESNT HAVE TO CHOOSE BETWEEN CAT CAFE READER AND NOCTURNE??? HAAAAGHGHHH HES SOOOO STUPID

i cannot wait for the sequel you silly goofy buffoon. i am so excited to see their dynamic play out further im Agrhgrhrgh PLEAASWEE IM HOLDING THE TWO OF THEM SO CLOSE TOBMY CHEST RN

(also mothzawa fic? very excited. one thing about me is im going to kiss some monsters with bucketloads of romantic intent behind them)

— mimir anon! 💗

MIRMIR I ALMOST MISSED THIS IT GOT BURIED IN MY INBOX (*´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥﹏°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ )人(´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) thank you soo much for reading it cause I loved writing penumbra and I’m rly relieved the pacing / reveal felt natural to you!!! their relationship is definitely one of my favourites and I’m excited for part two to be finished. oh and btw I really hope you’re feeling better now, I’m so sorry to hear u were sick!! I am tucking you into bed as we speak <3

[shibaraki]

IM BACK. thank u for the hug

i hurgrhbfndfn am holding midoriya so close to my chest rn hes so baby. him in the valentines chocolate thing u wrote?? ohh im going to pick him up and give him forehead kisses every five minutes u URHHDBFND THIS IS YOUR FAULT !! (very pos)

also??=_?!_!?: the AAAA shouto is so sweet i wanna cradle his face so bad... trace his nose a little... kiss under his eyes... lay him down in my lap so we can watch buzzfeed unsolved together. this isn't abt any particular piece but im just thinking about him today i care him so bad...

and. and And Bakugou?! hes sooi WHYYY IS HE SO i love the way you wrote him in the soulmate strings thing because of course he would sever his bond at eighteen OF COURSE HE WOULD having agency over who he loves i think is so important to him esp considering most people are either in awe of him (putting him onna pedastal) or dont like him because of how harsh he can be BUT HES NOT ALWAYS HARSH AAAA HRS DOING HISBEBST!!! and the pancakes AURGHHFF i think... food as a love language is so good. acts of service is so good and i LOOOOVE how you wrote the reader bc bkg was their friend before he was their soulmate. to them i mean. and for reader to remain friends with him and resolve to continually choose him and all of the things bkg comes with (thr good, the bad, and the ugly) is so tender and lovely and wow :-( i just like him sm I AM DORRYDIFHKDFK

anyways. i think its apparent i love ur stuff i WILL be back for more when i finish penumbra 🕺🏽🕺🏽🕺🏽

— mimir anon!

AAAAHDKDJDK thank you so so much for reading, your reactions are everything lmfao and I absolutely needed some of this encouragement today!!! I’m all fired up! over the moon you loved the deku and bkg fics (and shouto ofc). those three have been plaguing me all weekend when I’m supposed to be writing for aizawa ノಠ_ಠノ I wish I could shake my head a little and have them fall out like loose change alsksk

I’m very excited to know your thoughts on penumbra! there’s actually a part two underway rn too (part one was intended to be standalone and can be read as such but I missed my vigilante reader;;) so if you like it there’s more to come :}

ily!!! have a wonderful monday my friend