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I already commented on my main blog but once again, your comments and feedback brings me so much joy!! Yuki fic incoming ❤️

Post-canon, Akito-centric fic recs

I'm back with 2 more Akito-centric fic recs because over the weekend, I had an incredibly vivid dream about her and immediately had to hunt down some fanfic, lol.

These two one-shots are the kinds of stories that are so beautifully written, it almost hurts. The prose and imagery used in each is so evocative and moving, and I was in tears by the end of them both.

The first is the hope i want to share with you by ao3 user warsfeil (I tried looking them up on Tumblr and couldn't find a blog, but if you know them under a different username, please let me know, as I would obviously love to tag them for credit!).

It's a 13K story told through vignettes, and MY GOD. It's actually a bit difficult for me to convey how reading it made me feel, but I've included an excerpt below that I really loved. For context, this takes place after Akito has a dream in which she and Shigure are getting married, and Ren is present at the wedding, taunting her:

Akito can’t speak, for a moment: she grips onto Shigure so tightly he hisses, her nails leaving crescent moons of red welling in their wake, and she buries her face into his chest and squeezes her eyes shut like it will help subside the fear that permeates her entire body.

“I’m here,” Shigure says, which is the exact right thing to say but also the wrong thing entirely because it makes that fear bubble back up into Akito’s chest until she can’t help but cry. “What were you dreaming about?”

Akito can’t manage the words, at first, so she just stays there. It’s familiar, to cry against Shigure, to let him wrap his arms around her and stroke her hair until she sleeps -- but she doesn’t think she’ll be going back to sleep, this time.

“I don’t want a wedding,” Akito says, and she feels Shigure pause. “I don’t mean I don’t want to get married. I don’t -- I don’t want a wedding. I don’t want anything to go wrong”

“Then we won’t have one,” Shigure says, “but even if we did, I wouldn’t let her touch it.”

Akito knows, she knows the kind of things Shigure thinks about -- he talks about revenge with his fingers trailing around his sake cup, he reads records and papers and forms plans and ideas that Akito can barely follow, much less follow through on -- but something in her heart still aches at the idea of it all. Relief that he’d fight for her; sadness that he has to; guilt that she could ever think of allowing anyone to get revenge on her behalf when she’s left so many broken on her own.

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The second is worthy, by @renywrites (Renegade_Reaper on ao3). I think I'd read anything you write, Reny!!

Just like their story 'I can barely breathe', worthy is so, so gorgeously written, and is a 6K fic exploring Akito's mental state after the curse break. Have you ever read prose so beautiful it's like a wallop to the face? Lol, that's how it felt reading this, in a good way!!

I've included an excerpt from it as well, and for context, this scene takes place in a Catholic church, during a trip that Shigure and Akito take to San Francisco. Note that Akito uses they/them pronouns:

Shigure leads them into the large building, into a huge room with stained glass windows depicting men and women and children. Akito was sure they meant something, but to them, it was just pretty imagery.

They’re left by the altar as Shigure goes to track someone down, likely to interrogate for his book. They watch him go, left to take in their surroundings and hope that nobody tried to speak to them. Akito looks up at the wall above the altar, and wonders if this religion had any truth to it, too.

They had been a god, once. They had been revered, feared, respected, obeyed. They had been worshipped, too. But being a god had been such a horribly lonely existence. Everything had been so dark, so crushing, so significant. The slightest act of defiance had sent them into a rage, and in their attempts to draw everyone closer, they had only succeeded in driving them away.

Akito lowers their dark gaze to the altar, and wonders if sacrifice had ever been necessary in this religion. They wonder if it would matter if they had sacrificed themself, bled out on a stone cold slab for their own glory.

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The Fruits Basket fandom is full of such talent, I'm so grateful for incredible writers sharing their work!! If anyone wants to reblog with their own Akito fic recs (post-canon or otherwise, including ones they've written themselves), it would make my day!!

♡shoutout competition!♡

hey there!!

recently i hit over 2950 followers and as promised i’d like to give something back!

if you are a writer, editor, cosplayer, artist or other content creator with lower than 500-800 followers within the VOLTRON fandom, i will feature you on my blog to help you get some recognition ♡

i will also be considering instagram accounts and featuring them here too!

all you have to do is reblog with your creator account/blog. that’s it!

i haven’t decided when this will end yet (maybe when/if i hit 3000), but i will sift through the reblogs, generate a random selection, and pick 5-10 of each (10 writers, editors, etc).

rules:

you must be following me! 

feel free to tag me in things you’ve made!

if you have an instagram account and you’d like to promote it, message me!

if you have an AO3 and you’d like to promote it, message me!

you must not create content made to offend others.

most of all, i just want this to be a bit of fun and help those who are struggling in the fandom out! 

good luck! ♡ ♡ ♡

Fic authors deserve more credit.

Story time: I started a book about 23 hours ago and just finished it. Also in that time I slept for 10 hours, spent time with family, was at work, etc. Anyway, I enjoyed the book (Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda). But it felt like it flew by, so after I finished I looked up the word count because what are pages? Pages are meaningless. I only function in word counts anymore.

The estimate I found was 58,580. My immediate reaction was “oh, that’s why. That’s nothing!” But what a shitty response. Because no. That’s not nothing. That’s a whole. Damn. Book. An entire novel! And Fic authors regularly bust out 30k, 50k, 100k, 150k words. AND THEY DO IT FOR FREE. WHILE WORKING AND LIVING THEIR LIVES.

So anyway, thank your favorite fic author today because they deserve it. Because they’re amazing. They’re the MVPs.

PSA

Hey guys! So I’ve posted some starters, as well as some personal questions you can ask me or my girlfriend (or both, just let me know and I will drag her ass over here so she can answer) to get to know us. 

For those of you who aren’t aware (so like me half the time and probably everyone else), I’m a first year college student. I also work a part time job, so if you send me prompts, my reply might be a little delayed. 

I really do enjoy answering these as a warm up to writing my actual book. Somebody kick me into gear to write that thing. Thank you guys for your cooperation! I can’t wait to hear more from you.

This is my other account, in case I accidentally answer you or if I like your blog posts. Tumblr hates me. @gravitationallychallengedrabbits AND IT WON’T LET ME TAG MYSELF OF COURSE

And my girlfriend: @presumptivelyalesbian

Guess who’s world-building! I need help from all my readers in regards to my new Refraction au, so ask away! Anything and everything is accepted, no matter how crazy it may be.

You can find the fanfic here.

I look forward to your asks!!

we need to make a new rule that unless you're doing a "top favorites" kind of list you can't put fics with 1k+ kudos on a fic rec bc whenever I look up fic recs in a fandom it's the same 5-10 popular ones over and over so a lot of well written (and often Better written) fics with less kudos continue to go unnoticed

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Hello I come from your Fanfic " Cant put a label on love" from AO3 I like it btw. It says there to yell at you here but I decided to instead ask you something. What is it with the yelling thing? Like at least ten different authors from different fanfics told me to yell at them on tumblr. Is that like a joke I don't get? I don't wanne yell at you! And why would I, I like the stuff you write. So yeah what's with the yelling??!

Hi!!

Okay so I'm gonna be honest - I'm gay and yelling = communicating with my friends mostly, lol. Plus it gets your attention! :D not a lot of people come talk to me when they're on my AO3, I just wanted to have a fun way to get someone's attention.

Thank you for being here and I'm glad you liked my fic!! ❤️

Sometimes writing is one continuous flow of words weaved together beautifully and other times it’s like frantically stitching together a bunch of mismatched fabric together to make a quilt