#writerdragonfly

Thank you! I’m really glad you like it! Unfortunately, I’m about the worst person to ask for recs. I never read fics for fandoms I’m currently writing for, bc I don’t want to unconsciously take someone else’s ideas if I get pumped by it. I started writing this fic right after getting into dbd, and have been writing it for a year and a half. Which means I’ve only ever read part of one dbd fic, ever (and I didn’t like it and stopped reading rip TuT). I know some of the people who follow me for my fic probably read other dbd and might be able to weigh in though? Literally the only dbd thing I’ve read this year was a one-shot by @rabbit-exe about his dbd OC, and that was really good, but I don’t think he publishes on AO3.

For content creation in general, @eggchef @xmafiacatx @dwightfairfields @spinalfluids @betadwight and @solelystarling all make really nice dbd art. I know there’s a ton of others I’m not thinking of too. Uuuuuh let’s see, @nnnnnngh made fan art for my fic that made me cry and @steklywko and @n0rth-starrr I remember have some real sweet Myers sibs pieces?

Other than that, like the only dbd content I have ever consumed aside from playing the game a whole lot is the LetsPlay Chanel’s DbD videos on YouTube? I usually don’t watch youtubers at all and I haven’t watched them in a while but I turned on the Spirit one to get a locale visual reference while writing last year and I remember being surprised and watching several and really enjoying the Spirit one and the one with Piggy and Tapp a lot bc the team is mostly super not used to the game and mess up a lot, and do dumb voices for their characters—Tapp’s great—and I remember it being very funny.

Hope you like it!

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Lux

Wake up.

Derek startles awake, the dream already fading into nothing, leaving behind only a vague sense of unease and a racing heartbeat. He blinks until his senses focus on what is really there, the shape of familiar furniture, the scent of family and mate and pack, and Stiles face hovering over him. He has a hand curled around Stiles forearm and knows instantly, that he’s left bruises on him again. He forces himself to relax, and lies back in the bed, closes his eyes and works on evening out his breath.

Stiles strokes his chest with his now released arm, moves up to cup his cheek and rub his thumb over his cheekbone.

“Where-?” Derek starts to ask but even through his confusion he is aware that his question makes little sense. Stiles however, doesn’t seem to agree.

“Today is Christmas Eve. We currently have a house filled with werewolves and I bet that Isaac is already up doing truly horrendous things to our kitchen,” Stiles says and trails his hand over Derek’s chest, his cold fingertips leaving behind icy streaks over his heated skin.

That’s awesome, dude.

what the fuck

oh, country living, where sometimes being neighborly crosses over into being borderline creepy! XD this wouldn’t have been the first time part of my yard was mysteriously mowed, but i’ve always assumed it was one of my neighbors, so it was disconcerting to look out the window and see someone i didn’t recognize on the mower. it does appear to be a member of their family, though :)

writerdragonfly replied to your post “some guy i don’t recognize is mowing the strip of grass between my...”

I saw something similiar posted the other day on another site about people who do that kind of thing and then try to charge you for their services, including with legal threats if you don't comply.

Omg yes

I love that fic

@writerdragonfly to quote you to you, “You don’t need to be a spotlight to light up someone’s life.” You have lit up mine, and I hope that your life in the next year (and beyond) is as bright as the light you share with others.