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current projects: ONE SHOT: bishop's wife LONG FIC: symphony number 4 -> touch-starved donnie and professional musician reader 🎻 read HERE 🎻 tag for meta HERE 🎻 tag for asks/fanart/misc etc HERE

ideas in the queue: post here

i get lots of asks so i can’t answer all of them. i do read everything though!! also, i answer all asks publicly! here are some guidelines:

please don't ask: when i'm updating x; why i haven't updated y; "please write blah blah blah"; "what are your headcanons for [insert thing where you're obviously fishing for me to do a request post]"; "why is x fic so long" (spoiler: because i like it better that way) ok to ask: what i'm working on right now; questions about lore for any of my au settings; meta questions for any of my fics; opinions on things; random questions; how do i x or y; questions about how to write or something of that ilk; links to funny videos or dachshund stuff; just saying hello; basically anything else!

Individual links to fics below cut!

i'm doing well, thank you so much, anon-chan!! i hope you're doing amazingly as well <333

work was genuinely sooo insane for the last couple months to the point that i actually considered quitting for a while OOPS!! but things have calmed down now and i look forward to the downswing in work load coming my way! i actually didn't even realize it was so long until i opened tumblr today and realized holy shit it really has been months no WONDER i'm so stressed HA....

anywayyyyy i really want to work on symphony but i'm starting off my return by kicking off a really fun fic i've had planned for a while, tents hands EVILLY. preview spoilers under the cut if you're into that!! and if not know that i'm sooo so grateful for all of these sweet messages that i will be answering soon, and that i'm finally at a place where i have some free time to get my fingies all up in scrivener's soft places >:)

I never giggled and actually kicked my feet like that before over a fic. Sam Desceros. I KICKED MY FEET, CHIN HANDS AND ALL. I was so happy for all of ehhh 15 minutes before my heart was ripped out of my chest.

You’re a genuine poet. hhH. I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE. ITS SO GOOD. I’M DECOMPOSING SOMEONE HELP ME

watch your fucking language!! we don’t cuss around here, asshole