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Keldamuzik: Queen of the Hustle, Weaver of Dreams

In the fast-paced world of modern entertainment, juggling one career can feel like a circus act. But Keldamuzik isn’t one for simple tricks; she’s a master multitasker, a whirlwind of creative energy orchestrating a symphony of success across music, fashion, and beyond.

From Beats to Berets: The musical ability of Keldamuzik is undeniable. Her voice tells tales that captivate listeners deeply, and her lyrics rhythm with pure emotion. But her enterprise is built on music, not merely a passion. She’s made a name for herself in the fashion industry under the brand name “Tamz,” creating berets that exude style and uniqueness. From her early days of selling them at concerts to making Tamz a popular brand, Keldamuzik has demonstrated her prowess as an entrepreneur.

Beyond the Mic and Runway: However, Keldamuzik’s abilities defy categories from the entertainment industry. She uses her position to advocate for causes that are important to her, making her a force for good.

Her podcast, “Diva Talk Tonite,” explores social concerns and provides a forum for open dialogue as well as an opportunity to elevate disadvantaged voices. She demonstrates that success is a duty to improve others by volunteering in her community and mentoring upcoming artists.

The Secret Sauce: What makes Keldamuzik unique is more than simply his talent and motivation. Her genuineness, infectious enthusiasm, and unwavering faith in the power of narrative are what make her so compelling. She has the passion of a performer, the grace of a model, and the compassion of a social activist when she speaks. Keldamuzik inspires others to accept their complex personalities by fusing her multiple roles into a dream-weaving masterpiece.

Breaking the Mold: In a society where specialization is valued highly, Keldamuzik is a living example of the strength of pushing boundaries. She defies categorization, demonstrating the boundless nature of creation. She is an artist who motivates change, a designer who strengthens communities, and a musician who creates enterprises.

So, the next time you hear Keldamuzik’s name, remember: it’s not just a name, it’s a movement. It’s a celebration of ambition, diversity, and the unwavering belief that one person can change the world, one beret, one beat, one story at a time.

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#Keldamuzik #musicians #fashion #news #QueenOfHustle #DreamWeaver #ArtisticJourney #EmpowerWithMusic #InspirationalArtist #MusicalQueen #PassionateArtist #DivaLife #KeldamuzikVibes

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anakinfests · 9 months

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day one reveals are here!!! be sure to show all the creators your love!!!

day one reveals twitter thread: here

01. Curious Cultures by lestrvnge

“I know I am not your. . . ideal partner for this mission, but surely you’ve experienced enough that it should not be too off putting, right?”Anakin’s silence made space seem loud.“You will answer me, Anakin Skywalker, or I will have you sent back Coruscant.”“I haven’t,”or Anakin and Obi-Wan have to get married for a mission and Anakin left out a crucial fact

02. The Will of the Desert by kdm103020

Anakin know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Obi-Wan is meant to be his. He just really need the Universe to gets its act together and make it happen.

03. take me out (to the ballgame) by gaily-daily (passionateartist)

Obi-Wan goes to the baseball game against his wishes. He meets a handsome stranger and kisses him. (Not against his wishes)

04. thine cup spillth over by gaily-daily (passionateartist)

Anakin is the son of the Force. The Chosen One. He was born to feed the Force's warriors.

05. Baby Duck Syndrome by zimriya

It is an unexpected shock when it happens because by the time Anakin is born almost all imprints are made, not natural. But Anakin’s master is a Toydarian, and there has never been a successful imprint made between a human and one of them. So as long as Anakin is useful, he does not need to know about imprinting, because it is not something that Watto can do to him, or to his mom.Then the Jedi comes, and Anakin touches his apprentice’s hand.

06. make every last moment last by amadwinter

Anakin dreads the inevitable end of the war. Padmé is his wife, but Obi-Wan is his mate. He shouldn't have either . He can't keep them both forever.The future will be here before he knows it, and Anakin needs to get himself together so he can be a good husband again. So he can learn to be a good father. But he won’t be either of those things tonight. Tonight, there’s only one thing he can be.

07. just grab me and take me by boguspreston, innominatta (acrylicsalt)

His hard cock swung between his legs as he rocked on his fingers, nearly sobbing from how it was almost right. He wanted more – he always wanted more – and this was on the edge of not enough.A hand wrapped around his hip and Anakin startled.“Look at you,” purred Obi-Wan, his other hand grazing down the length of Anakin’s bare arched back, “you couldn’t wait, baby girl?”

08. love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind by RexIsMyCopilot

The lack of Anakin at Obi-Wan's side was telling.Something was wrong.Obi-Wan tried to put the worry out of his head, replaying the previous night over and over. He’d spanked Anakin, but he’d done that plenty of times by now. He had also been rather strict with Anakin, but Anakin liked that. Anakin had told Obi-Wan that much a thousand times by now.Obi-Wan sighed, pushing away the datapad and pinching the bridge of his nose as he often did when he was annoyed at a situation. This time, however, he was annoyed at himself.

09. a vision of your blue eyes, so lovely by innominata (acrylicsalt)

“Let me take care of you,” Obi-Wan soothed.“No, I can’t,” Anakin’s hands ran down his forearms, up his biceps and to his chest where he grabbed desperately onto his shirt.“Why not?” Obi-Wan’s fingers threaded through Anakin’s hair, petting and carding through the short strands. Anakin felt more self conscious than he’d ever felt in his life.What if you hurt me? Was what Anakin wanted to ask. Instead, a sob racked his body and Obi-Wan’s arms went around him easily, like they always were supposed to.Or, what happens after the movie Awake if Anakin met Obi-Wan after his heart transplant.

10. Alpha|Alpha by demon_dean

Obi-Wan looked at his former apprentice and smiled to himself. Anakin was the image of the perfect Alpha from the outside – he was tall, masculine, easily aggravated and hot-headed, assertive. Everything the society expected. Omegas always threw themselves at him, and Obi-Wan took unhealthy pleasure in watching them fail to seduce him.

11. Please, Devour Me? by BlueAreTheStars

GFFA AUObi-Wan and Anakin enjoy a moment alone together in Hyperspace, and Obi-Wan makes a selfish demand. -- “Like a rancor.” “A rancor?” Obi-Wan tugged at the lace with his teeth. “How insulting.”Anakin laughed but there was a tremor to his voice, the realisation that calling his beloved a rancor was probably a little more insulting than how he'd meant it. His legs fell apart even more, the skirts dipping between his thighs and Obi-Wan gripped the lace of one of the stockings in his teeth and tugged, pulling it down and over Anakin’s knee. --

12. Dream a Little Dream (Of You & Me) by ZombieliciousXIII

The 5 times Anakin Skywalker was honest about his desires for his Incubus Master Obi-Wan Kenobi +1 the one time Obi-Wan was honest in return.

13. books and their covers by amadwinter

Obi-Wan knows very well what he is. People look at his master and see a big strong alpha, and then they look at him, they see... well, the exact opposite. As a beta, he may not stand out much in the shadow of his powerful alpha master, but Obi-Wan is the only one who can make Anakin come.

14. i'd follow you down, down, down by innominatta (acrylicsalt)

He watched as the Separatist ships jumped to hyperspace in a flash of blue. His own men’s ships around him began going back to the Negotiator but Anakin didn’t move. Not yet. He stared into space; the blackness of it, the stars that sparkled.There was nothing around him, and if he didn’t turn his ship around, he couldn’t see the Star Destroyer waiting for him. It was all empty, just like him.Just like their room had been when he woke up.

15. all tied up in knots by Fuinixe, tennessoui, LilRedGhost, Tomicaleto, Saratutti

The only thing that eases the sting of Anakin Skywalker's one-sided love affair with his roommate, Obi-Wan Kenobi, is the fact that they're also friends with benefits which means he gets some part of Obi-Wan at least a few times a week. He's made his peace with it, and his favorite part of the day is easily when his no-strings-attached fuck buddy pushes him down onto the mattress for a round of gentle, vanilla sex beneath the covers. Any part of Obi-Wan he can get, he'll take and not ask for more.That is, until he comes home early from work one night to hear Obi-Wan domming a woman in their living room, and Anakin's confronted with the knowledge that Obi-Wan is giving out parts of himself to people he's certainly never given Anakin.And that's just untenable.Follow Anakin as he tries to convince Obi-Wan to dom him, learns what BDSM even is, does paperwork, comes, gets rope burn, and maybe even gets the love of his life. Yes, in that order.

16. Taste of the Divine by Darkwhisperings

The day had seemed never-ending, filled with meeting after meeting and the infinite responsibilities of a wartime High General. Even Obi-Wan’s evening promised the sweet embrace of unrelenting work.Although, duty was the last thing on Obi-Wan’s mind when he laid eyes on what waited for him in his quarters.Or rather, who.

17. the way you bend, the way you break by Darkwhisperings

Anakin has a deeply rooted, shameful fantasy of having power taken away from him, by force. Obi-Wan, the ever sedulous and equally incorrigible partner, shares this fantasy and indulges his lover.

18. All Good Things (Come to Those Who Wait) by mischeviouschan4 (onyoutoews)

“We’ve finally trained your hole to take all of me. Let’s do the same with your mouth next, shall we?"Anakin learns to trust that his Master knows what he's doing.

#obikin #subanakinfest #sub anakin fest #obikin event #vaderwan #anaobi #obiani

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gaily-daily-musings · 1 year

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Notes: (1k) this is a stand alone companion piece for my obimaul abo fic in which dathomirians are a savage pack of alphas that hunt down omegas. It is set in Maul's pov.

Content Warning: violence ahead!

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The air smells wrong. Maul frowns as he sniffs around him. There is a mix of fear and sweat within the trees, but that was normal. What stops him is the nearby scent of his brother. It had changed. It was tinged with something sweet alongside something acidic. It's as if it was no longer his.

Maul veers from his path and barrels after his brother. Normally he wouldn't bother. He didn't like to interfere with another's prey. The same could not be said for the others of his pack.

The Hunt had no rules other than to carry no weapons. An alpha must use their own claws and strength. This particular batch had been small. The village they'd overtaken had been especially tiny and weak. There were not enough omegas to go around. There would be fights tonight. Deaths. They were inevitable. So was the way of the Hunt.

He has no wish to pursue whatever omega Savage has chosen to take. Maul can get his own well enough. But he cannot shake the sense of growing unease. The air is wrong.

He can hear the omega long before he sees him. It was running, crashing, through the woods like a baby fawn. Directionless and afraid. The scent of his brother clings to him. Yet Savage was nowhere in sight. Maul gives chase.

He pulls ahead of the omega and steps out from the brush a few feet ahead of it. The omega slides to a stop, panting heavily. Now that he can clearly see him, Maul looks over the omega and sees red. The omega's clothes, his face, his arms, are covered in blood. He's drenched in it. The ashy sharp sting of death rolls off of it.

The omega raises the knife in its hand. Maul's eyes latch onto the blade. It is–was–his brother's knife. The one he'd gifted Savage when he had made his first kill. There is a flash of irritation at his brother for so foolishly breaking a sacred rule and bringing a weapon with him. It is followed by a sudden sense of loss.

Maul snarls at the omega. It wasn't usual for an alpha to be killed on a Hunt. Far from it. But never by an omega. Only by other alphas that wanted to challenge their claim. There is something different, something dangerous, about this one.

It glares back at him. The omega cannot see as well as him in the dark. It moved clumsily, breathing too hard. How dare his brother be taken by this lowly creature?

Maul gashes his teeth at it. The omega narrows its eyes. He lunges.

It fights dirty. But then again, so does Maul. He does not expect the omega to be so fierce. He has done many Hunts before this. Sometimes his prey was too terrified to move. Sometimes they kicked and screamed without any true rhythm to their flailing arms. But this one has a semblance of sense. It manages to hurt him, sinking the knife into the meat of his thigh. He stumbles.

The omega scrambles away. Maul takes a moment to gather himself. He shakes off the pain, letting his anger overwhelm all other senses. But just as he's about to give chase, the omega stops. It turns back to face him. Maul stares.

It raises the knife again in a challenge. It yells something in its language. It wants to fight. Maul's sneer turns up into a grin.

They clash again, rough and angry and bloody. Somehow, impossibly, the fight ends in a stalemate. His claws at its throat with his brother's knife at his own. They pant and glare at each other. Then, unexpectedly, the omega flips their positions so that his back was on the ground and it sat atop him. It wouldn't do the omega any good. He refuses to let go of its neck. His claws prick at the delicate skin of its throat as his own skin presses on the knife's edge. Neither budge. Neither move.

And then, past the acidic stale scent of his brother's blood, Maul smells it. The beginnings of something sticky and sweet. It beckons to him, clinging to his nose and mouth. The omega above shifts, rubbing against his hardening member. It stiffens as it feels his cock through his kilt. Maul flicks his tongue over his lips, tasting the air. The scent rolls and thickens. Maul moves ever so slightly, grinding his thickening cock up against the omega. The knife digs in deeper in warning. Maul pays it no mind.

There is a subtle difference between an omega that was turned on and one in the beginnings of a heat. Unlike Maul, who took pleasure in the Hunt, he knew their violent scuffle had nothing to do with the slick growing between the omegas thighs. This was a heat. Triggered by Maul's presence. By his touch. By his smell.

Slowly, he lets his hand slide off the omegas neck. His claws retract. The omega stares back with growing confusion. Maul was not a gambling alpha, but this omega was smarter than the rest. And Maul knew it would not kill now. Not when they were mates. Surely it would see that.

Maul looks upon him again, looking past the blood caked to its face. He takes in the auburn hair and wide blue eyes. He memorizes this face. For it was his now.

He ruts up against him, feeling more wet slick gush out. The omega trembles and moans. The knife wobbles. It starts to grind back against him. Its pink mouth falls open, little puffs of air floating up into the night. Its eyes glaze over with answering desire. Overcome, it leans down to kiss him. Maul meets his mouth, pressing against perfect soft lips.

It gives in so sweetly. So eager to let him in. Good. It knew it was his. Just as Maul did. Maybe it could even recognize he was its mate. Even if it didn't, it would soon enough when he bit it. This little omega was not going to go back to the breeding stocks. Neither would it die tonight or any other night. His hand slides over its legs, reaching for the hot center between its thighs. It would remain by his side for the rest of his days.

It takes its own pleasure from him, parting Maul's kilt and sinking onto his cock without preamble. What a good little omega he's found. Beautiful and feisty. He's never let another take control like this before, but for this one he doesn't mind. For this one he will let it.

It cums soon after, mouth open in a wanton moan. Maul will swallow that sound later. But not now. For now he keeps pumping up, chasing his own pleasure. Then suddenly the omega lifts its hips and stands up, his cock sliding out of its wet hole with a squelch. Maul growls as it backs away from him. The knife points at him as the omega barks at him, face twisted with determination.

Maul means to move, to capture it again. It will let him knot it. He had been too naive to think it would come easily. He would have to use force to make it understand.

A shadow falls over the omega. Behind it, another dathomirian emerges. Maul bares his teeth. In a flash, the newcomer has rendered his omega helpless. Maul growls.

"That one is mine!" Maul hisses.

"I don't see your mark on its neck." Grisley answers with a smirk, then he glaces at Maul's cock. "Looks like you failed to even come inside it."

Maul flexes his claws. His leg was still bleeding but it was nothing he couldn't handle. "Back off now and I won't kill you."

Grisley pushes the omega down and spreads its legs. He looks up at Maul, smirking in victory.

Maul moves. He slashes out at the bigger dathomirian. He was no stranger to a good brawl. Although he was smaller in stature, he was the fiercest warrior in their pack. He has never lost a fight.

Limbs twist and flail. Until finally Maul sinks his teeth into Grisley's throat. Grisley gives one last dying roar and slashes Maul across the soft meat of his stomach. Maul grunts in pain and releases him. The body falls to the ground in a thump. Maul's chest heaves with effort. He looks back up around him, but there is no sign of the omega. He sniffs at the night air, trying to catch a trance of it. It's faint, but it's there.

Maul moves through brush and undergrowth, searching for his omega. His mate. But Maul was wounded and not as fast as he would have been. With each passing hour, he grows more and more desperate. Maul howls into the emptiness of the night. But there is no answer. He clutches the wound over his stomach and continues forward.

Daylight begins to break through the trees. The hunt was long over. There is a bleeding sense of anger and betrayal. He thought the omega had understood. Why had it fought its nature? Had Maul not let it take its pleasure first? Had he not withdrawn his claws in surrender? He had acknowledged its ferocity, its victory over his brother. He had done the unthinkable, and conceded first. And now his mate was gone.

Maul searches past morning into the afternoon until he collapses. He does not find him. Finally, beaten and wounded, he goes back to his pack to rest. He snaps at anyone and everyone who looks twice at him. Most of the other alphas are too preoccupied to notice though. Too busy enjoying the fruits of their own successful hunts.

He returns to the forest again and again but he never picks up the trail. He doesn't participate in the Hunt again. He did not want or need to. He'd already found his mate. And he was out there somewhere. Still unclaimed. Maul would find him. However long it took.

#obimaul #abo #the actual fic will be in Obi-Wans pov #look i know i should be writing for my other obikin wips #but in my defense yall dont scream at me enough

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distort-opia · 2 years

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Oh! oh! I would LOVE to see your recommendations of fics where batman/joker mourn each other, please!

Woo, okay! Thank you for your interest in my brainrot [finger guns]

I had to split this in three slightly different categories that... all encompass a form of grieving (even though in some of the following fics, Batman might be the one doing the murdering). I’ve not included the much darker variety of Joker-kills-Batman fics, which skew towards Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, because technically, Joker doesn’t do a lot of mourning in them. (But there are certainly some out there that’ll make you want to eat glass, haha.)

These are all set in the comics, or in the Arkham or Injustice games, because that’s my jam -- so it’s not a comprehensive rec list for this subject in all Batman-verses. Also, a big massive (obvious) warning for major character death and heavy angst; heed the tags for each fic, as always.

Batman kills Joker (but he’s already mourning):

+ I'll Tell You No Lies by TheMidnightOwl (multi-chapter, rated M, 29.5k words)

Earth-22. One mistake was all it took. In the months that pass after Bruce accidentally kills a hired gun, he must reevaluate his life, his methods, and his mission. He remembers everything the Joker has ever said to him, every taunt he ever made, every similarity they share, and this time he's listening. This time he gets the joke.

A fix-it of the origin of The Batman Who Laughs. Readable without having read any of the Dark Nights: Metal series, more details inside.

+ For the Court of the Crimson King by Cultivation (rated T, 8.5k words)

From Darkseid's brainwashing and the Mobius chair's torture, Batman is split from Bruce Wayne. Batman is loyal and in love with his master's grand vision for Apokolips. Bruce Wayne retains his identity— his humanity— and intends to regain control.

To ensure loyalty to Darkseid, Batman is given his first mission: destroy what’s left of Bruce Wayne.

This is no easy task; there isn’t much left to destroy. The only thing left he can grasp at Wayne would very much like to destroy himself.

+ friend, please by distortopia (rated M, 6.8k words)

Joker will not let a disease, of all things, do him in. He was always meant to die at the hands of the Bat. He hadn’t tortured him enough before; he had been holding back. But now he would present Bruce with an impossible, obvious choice: kill Joker before he killed the world.

Joker is dying:

+ Any Last Words? by gaily-daily (passionateartist) (not rated, 1.4k words)

“I don’t hold conversations with criminals.” Batman says without thinking. It’s instinct to shoot down any and all invitations Joker gives him by now. But Bruce needs to reel himself back. Barbara can't trace the call if he doesn't play along. So with that in mind, he gives a very deep sigh and opens his mouth. “How’s your day going?”

(prompt where person A is dying and calls person B and then carries on a normal conversation while they bleed out)

Either Batman or Joker are dead/missing:

+ Sooner Than You Think by DictionaryWrites (rated M, 1.2k words)

After the events of Arkham City, Bruce doesn't know what to do with himself, and secludes himself in the Batcave.

+ The Bitterest Joke by Dracze (rated T, 4,8k words)

Set during the “Mother Panic Gotham AD” comic.

Joker doesn’t handle grief very well.

+ The Clown by CaptainMarls (rated T, 700 words)

A criminal, dead by the hands of a savior.

After Superman kills the Joker, Batman tries to react and finds he has no idea how.

+ The Next Best Thing by Dracze (rated T, 5k words)

Set during "Injustice: Ground Zero" issue 6 (or Joker's chapter in the game).

You do not take away a Batman's Joker.

+ The Last Five Years by Dracze (rated T, 1.9k words)

Set somewhere around "Injustice: Gods Among US" Year Five, issues 10-14. Knowledge of the comics is not necessary to understand the fic if you know the game or the basic premise, but it will help.

Selina leaves the resistance. Alfred tries to comfort Bruce the way he usually does, only to discover that Bruce is already seeking comfort with someone else.

+ The Truth by freakedelic (rated T, 3.8k words)

Set during Injustice: Gods Among Us. Bruce refuses to break.

“There’s one last thing to try,” Diana says. Kal turns on her.

“Elaborate.”

She fingers the golden lasso always at her waist. “The most powerful breaker of men, my dear.” Her smile is all teeth. “The truth.”

+ Thursday In The Danger Room by Merixcil (rated T, 8.9k words)

Another death in another alleyway. Bruce isn't ready to do this all over again.

+ In Poor Taste by grumpyhedgehogs (rated G, 2.3k words)

The Batman has been presumed dead. Some people handle this news better than others.

+ this knife, like silence by distortopia (rated T, 4.5k words)

One day, Joker disappears. He leaves no trace behind -- not a clue, not a body, nothing. Not even an echo.

Bruce attempts to navigate life, After.

Here you go, anon! May your heart be broken in a tiny million pieces but in the most satisfying possible way; there are so many good writers in this fandom. And if you get to my own shamelessly self-recced fics on here... really hope you enjoy.

#angst is my life blood #have you ever SEEN me reccing anything fluffy?? [Jughead voice] THAT'S WEIRD!!#...sigh. I might have a problem #asks #batman #bruce wayne #joker #batjokes #batjokes fic rec

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grimalkinmessor · 6 months

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For the fic meme: 🌟, 🎨, 📚?

That first one is not on the list so I'm using my amatuer detective skillz to infer that you meant the sparkle one ✨

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

Well, THIS one is my all time favorite:

aND YOU CAN PROBABLY SEE WHY LMAO. It's beautifully long, it takes me on reader's commentary throughout most of the fic itself, and watching my dear reader slowly descend into the madness that has already stolen me is always always fun :D But I think about this one in particular a lot because they GOT it, you know? They got the exact vibes I was going for, they understood the intricate relationships between the characters—basically they read it exactly how I wrote it to be read. And yes many other people have likely done that but this one TOLD me about it (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

Another one of my favorites is this one:

Again, because it's long and thoughtful, and because it's from one of my friends whom I admire and value deeply 🥰

And last but CERTAINLY not least is this one :3

Because this one is ALSO from one of my friends that I respect and admire deeply, and because I enjoy making them go absolutely insane 💕 Mwahaha yesss go feral >:3

I adore every comment I receive, these are just the ones I hold the closest :3

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Ooo another hard one! Hmm. The imagery that I put in Notre Dame would be beautiful, I think, because I wrote it to be that way lol. But the dark magic symbolism of Tomura and Izuku's wedding in Nickel and Silver is also near and dear to my heart. Nickel and Silver has two, actually, because the scene where they're arguing in the river is one I think has the potential to be really pretty as well!! Though the scene in Cosmic Entities where Light and Matsuda are in the elevator has the potential to be very fun too >:3

But tbh the scene on my brain right now that I would ABSOLUTELY commission someone for if I had the money to spare is one that I haven't even posted yet 😭 AFOFA ballroom dance scene my beloved 🙏

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

*cracks knuckles* GET READY FOR THIS.

It depends on what fandoms you're into, but for BNHA authors I recommend surveycorpsjean, terryh, lukewarmbeefstew, RayShippouUchiha, katydid, Space_Cryptid, Gentrychild, whatagoodegg, cassieopia721, and I WOULD also recc mrjengablock but she's recently taken all her BNHA stuff down due to an AI scare 🥲

Yes all of these authors are WILDLY different but these are the people I enjoy reading the most ^^ For fic reccs I'm gonna go with Candor by OwlF45, Awakening by Zyla_Sweetbean, Why Are We Here Again? by cloud_nine_and_three_quarters, Play for Keeps by supercrunch, and A Difference of Perspective by town_without_a_heart 💕

For Death Note authors I'm reccing ASmallMoon333, TrashKing, sharptoothed, tsukinousagi, sn0w_quill, neallo, foreskinsmoothie, Min Daae, and TzviaAriella ✨

Again, a lot of different topics and styles here but I enjoy all of them immensely :3 Some good fics I like are vertigo by crimesofhallowed, louder than bells by relic_crown, metempsychosis by palant1r, Behind the Lens by arcadevia, and likely many more I'm currently forgetting :'D

Harry Potter authors I'd recommend are ObsidianPen, Nekositting, Cybrid, and asterisms!

Danny Phantom authors I'd recommend are GothMoth, thevillainofthisstory, EctoplasmicSoda, GhostMalone, and passionateartist. For fics I'm reccing Flight of Defiance!

Marvel authors I'd recommend are ladylapislazuli, tuesday, feyrelay, doctorestranged, Orcusnox, SpiderKatana, and LearnedFoot. Reccing Frostbite by writer168, and The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principal for those who can handle angst :3

Aaaand I'm gonna stop there because if I list everything and everyone that I like we'll be here all day 😅

#asks #ask game #anonymous #writers ask game #fic recs #author recs #i had to pare down those lists IMMENSELY you have no idea #i decided to just go with the people i'm subscribed to and/or have multiple of their fics saved. and even then. :')

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