Just Ash, The Writer

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[justashthewriter]

2026 Update

Hey guys!

It's been a while since I posted something here and I thought it would be nice to give you an update. In this post I will cover a few topics:

Where have I been this whole time?

Both of my accounts (AO3 and Tumblr)

Old fanfics and what will happen to them

Most recent and unfinished fanfics (Videogame Lover, Writer's Bingo)

The future of JustAsh

Where have I been this whole time?

Over the past few years, I've been struggling mentally and physically. For the physical part, that one is solved now (nothing serious or deadly), but for the mental part, that one is still in progress. I am getting better and I found some ways to help myself. I do not like using terms like executive dysfunction or depression, though the symptoms were very similar (I never got diagnosed with anything, but I am in therapy now). I was thinking about posting some ideas I've been testing and how they helped me in case any of you are in a similar situation. I will not go further into this, as I would like to keep it private, but here is a short summary:

As a child, I went through some traumatic events that changed me a lot and now I am trying to heal. Nowadays, I mostly struggle with bringing myself to do things (I did some executive dysfunction research, but I will not self-diagnose myself like that), I struggle with basic tasks like brushing teeth, but also with harder tasks like uni stuff. I did get burnt out and right now I am trying to dig myself out of this.

All of these things held me back from writing. It has been my passion for over 10 years now and I do enjoy writing, but the constant guilt from not doing my tasks and procrastination was a lot. I always felt like I couldn't do anything fun when I had way too many tasks that needed to be done. Today, I am still deep in all of this, still procrastinate, still struggle, but it is getting better day by day. I'm really considering writing a post about all the things I do to help myself, because I know there are a lot of you out there with similar struggles.

My AO3 and Tumblr accounts

I started writing fanfics in English here, on Tumblr, in 2021. Never before have I written any fanfics in English. My last posts here are from 2025 (which is a cross-post of my AO3 fanfic). On AO3, I started writing in 2024, when I cross-posted my last MHA fanfic (Overachiever).

I did not post all of my AO3 works here, the same way I did not post my Tumblr fanfics on AO3 (only Overachiever). In the future, I will try to post most of my works on AO3 mainly and "promote" them here. I wanna keep my stuff on one account, so it is not confusing for anyone. I will also keep my works user-only there, because I am anti-genAI and do not want them to be used to train AI. Only the first chapters or some parts will be posted publicly as a "promotion".

I will keep the old fanfics on this blog, but I will use Tumblr mainly for updates, so I don't spam AO3 with them.

Old fanfics and their future

Like I already stated, I will keep the fanfics I already wrote here. I would hate to be one of those old-world deleters, because I'm still getting notifications about likes and reposts. I have a complete masterlist here - I will keep it the way it is.

I may reuse some concepts in the future, but I won't be writing for underage characters without aging them up anymore - I wasn't an adult back when I started writing them, but I am an adult now. I do not feel comfortable writing /reader for 18- characters.

Most recent and unfinished fanfics

There are two larger works I've started on AO3 - Videogame Lover and Writer's Bingo.

Videogame Lover will get reworked, but I will keep the original fanfic unfinished. I plan on starting from scratch and changing few things. It's still one of my favorite fanfics, so I want to finish it eventually.

Writer's Bingo will stay the way it is and I'll try to slowly finish it. There's only one chapter right now, so I'll keep that one and just continue writing new ones. I want to keep this as an exercise work.

I also plan on writing some original work, I've already posted a short exercise on AO3.

The future of JustAsh

As I've stated multiple times, I want to continue writing. Though I can't guarantee anything, I want to post more often. Please, bear with me, I'm still learning how to do things in a way my brain isn't screaming profanities at me.

I'll be taking baby steps until I feel confident again. I also want to get better at writing in English (it's my second language). I appreciate criticism and corrections!

Thank you for your support, I really appreciate all the comments I got!

[justashthewriter]

Cosmic Brownies and Flavorless Juice

New fanfic on my Ao3!

The sky was dark, warm air reminding everyone about the season they were entering. Even at this late hour, cars were passing by as you walked down the street. Normally, you would still be at the library, but they had to close earlier today. Your mood was already sour from your fight with one of your teachers. He complained about your work being <em>too weak</em> and made you redo the whole thing. You wanted to finish it at your favorite spot, between shelves filled with books, but someone up there was against you.

As you stood in front of the door of your shared apartment, you reached into your bag and found your keys. You entered, already taking off your coat and shoes, before you waltzed towards the living room with your phone in hands. The lights were on, which meant April must’ve already returned from work.

“Ugh! I hope you had a good day, because I have to complain about this stupid professor!” you groaned as you entered, eyes focused on the screen.

That’s when you noticed a message from April saying she’ll be late. The air around you became cold, your heart dropping to the floor. Slowly, you looked up towards the kitchen. A tall turtle mutant was standing there, looking at you like a deer in headlights. A plate of cookies in one hand, the sweet treat in the other. Anger replaced fear and you glared at him.

[justashthewriter]

Be creative, it said, write, it said... By it, I mean a part of me that doesn't care that my brain is melting from this heat... Soooo... New fanfic!

Also, I plan on writing once it's not over 40 °C (104 °F) outside and once I get this whole wrist situation fixed (II swear, if it's something like carpal tunnel...).

I have an idea for a Rise!Donatello/Reader story (how surprising), where Reader is kinda besties with April (they live together, cuz they are both students). Because I'm lazy, I'll refer to Reader as R. So, R likes to bake and one day they come home expecting April to be there, but instead Leonardo is there (he wanted to see April, but she was late or something and R wasn't supposed to be home so early, yk, drama and shit, idk). He dared to eat the brownies R made and because R doesn't know about the turtles, they get scared and [imagine the rest here, lol]. Here, I wanna do the same I did with WLGYV - explore the friendship dynamic between R and a turtle (Leo in this story). I should do one with Mikey, I guess. We have an artistic nurse, now a student baker, what shall R be in a besties with Mikey story?

Now, later, for some reason, they meet Donatello and start texting with him and it's gonna be another slow burn. I won't spoil everything, obviously, but I do want to make it more dramatic than WLGYV was (that one was fluff and unicorns, this one needs more spice).

[justashthewriter]

Can people learn the difference between /Reader and /OC? Is it really that hard to tag properly? If I'm looking for a /Reader fic, I DON'T want to read about your petite white bunny girl named Sunny that dates everyone in the fandom, ffs. And then you try to exclude /OC fics, just to find out that some people tag /Reader as /OC (and vice versa)... Or they tag both...

The worst part is when the summary uses reader, but once you start reading, there's a name and description of appearance...

If you do this shit, I hope your pillow is never cold and you step on Lego every day for the rest of your life.

[justashthewriter]

10 year anniversary

Under the cut, you can read the same thing I've posted on AO3 - it's the whole lore of me getting into writing and stuff.

The important part is - I would like to thank everyone who supported me in the past and even now. So:

For the next 30 days (starting on 16th of June, ending on 15th of July), you can send me story requests here or on my AO3, I’ll be cross-posting them on both. Every 5 days (so on 20th, 25th, 30th of June and 5th, 10th, 15th of July), I’ll post one of the requests. I'll create a masterlist here and a fic on AO3.

On 16th of July, I have something bigger planned, but until then – ask me anything (tho I won’t answer if I feel uncomfortable with the question) and send requests if you have any! I mainly write TMNT fics at the moment, but feel free to check my profile to see other fandoms I am in (or was). Also, if you have any original work idea, I take those as well!

Thank you for everything, guys! <3

So, on 16th of July 2016, I’ve made a Wattpad account. I still have it, but all of the stories are already deleted. My first fanfic was Raphael/Reader story that reached 1 000 views and had 10 chapters + epilogue. I wrote it in the span of a month, starting on July 24th (based on Wattpad) and finished it on August 25th 2016. In the next two or three years, I wrote more fanfics, some were YouTube ships, some Larry Stylinson, some original works. My best fanfic had 10K views. All of these were in my language, not English.

I have to admit, I didn’t exactly start writing in 2016, I’ve wrote a short story about me and my cousins during holidays when I was like 8 (sadly, I don’t have it anymore, but I printed it and illustrated it! Even tho I stapled it wrong, so it had to be flipped from left to right). For me, the day I’ve made that account is the day I officially started writing. It’s the first step of my journey.

There were times when I couldn’t get myself to write. I would write some short stories for contests for my teacher, but never anything for myself. Later, at the end of 2021, I’ve created a Tumblr account and started writing short BNHA stories, hoping it would reignite the passion I once had. It was hard and I kept disappearing and reappearing, posting a one shot or something every few weeks to months. I stopped posting on Tumblr in June 2022 and then in 2024, I created my AO3 account and posted my last BNHA fanfic here (it was posted on Tumblr first).  

Between 2022 and 2024, I wrote just a few short stories for some contests. Honestly, it’s been a while since I wrote something original (with original characters and stuff). In 2024, I’ve made this account and it took me a whole year to start writing. You may have noticed an unfinished Donatello/Reader fanfic named Videogame Lover. I swear I didn’t abandon it, I just, idk, lost motivation? I’m not sure what exactly is holding me from writing it. There’s also Writer’s Bingo (which is barely started, wth Ash) and an original work of mine (it’s very close to the stuff I write in my language).

A month ago, I decided to write a something again. I have no clue why, I just sat down and wrote the first chapter of this story. And posted it. Without revising or editing it. Just pressed “post”. And it felt like the chains around my arms unlocked. For the past few years, I’ve been obsessed with perfection. Every mistake made me feel bad about myself, every misspelled word made me gag. And now? Now I’m writing like I’ve used to back in 2016. Back, when grammar and shit didn’t matter. When I didn’t care what other people thought about me.

I’m enjoying writing again and on top of that, there were moments when I chose writing over everything else. I chose to satisfy the urge to create instead of pushing it away. I chose to do what I love instead of telling myself that I’m bad at writing or that I don’t have the right to enjoy a hobby when I have to study or something. And you know what? I feel like I matured even more once I realized perfection makes life miserable.

I’m not fully where I want to be, I still wonder if you all notice the mistakes and if they bother you, if I should edit them and stuff. But I push those thoughts away and let myself create. I can always return and edit the work once it’s finished, but until then? I want to interact with people who enjoy my stories as much as I do.

Though I have to admit, it feels weird to be at the same spot I was all those 10 years ago, but a few floors higher. It feels like this whole time, I was walking on a spiral. I’m still writing TMNT/Reader fanfics, but this time with a lot more experience and in English! And also, it’s not about Raphael anymore, haha.

P. S. A huge reason why I couldn’t write even when I wanted to was also the fact that I was burnt out and constantly stressed out. And I procrastinated everything. Yeah, my mental health was somewhere on the bottom of the ocean, whatever. I feel lot better now! And I hope the mess of words made sense, I still can’t believe I’ve been officially writing for a decade!

And why am I telling you all of this? Since I posted this fic, a few of you gathered around my small campfire and kept commenting and leaving kudos. Even in past, there were always people supporting me. As much as I like to tell myself that I’m primarily doing this for me and because I love to create, I also do it for you. I write because I love interacting with people who like my stuff. So I’ve decided to give back to the community.

That's why I'm making the whole "10 years anniversary" thing that is explained in the first note. So again, thank you everyone! <3

- Ash

[minyicho]

starting a collection of my favourite AO3 author’s notes

honourable mentions

[justashthewriter]

A little treat for y'all, last chapter of When Life Gives You Violets. Enjoy~

Donatello soon appeared above you, jumping down in front of you. He kissed your cheek before helping you get everything on the rooftop. Once you had the blanket spread and all the dishes placed on it, you both sat down close to each other. You felt a bit nervous at the closeness, even though you told yourself it’s not too different from the conversation on your couch.

“I’m surprised we can see the stars,” you said, turning your head towards the turtle.

Donatello hummed in agreement and grabbed one of the boxes, turning his head to look at you: “I’m still upset you convinced me to let you order the food.”

You laughed and grabbed one of the appetizers, a small bread covered in toppings. You split it in half and held your hand out for him to take it. You both enjoyed the food, commenting on the taste and pointing out what you did or didn’t like about it.

“This one is too sour,” you wrinkled your nose after you swallowed a bite.

“Agreed,” Donatello nodded, putting the rest of the bread on the plate, “this one looks sweet, want to try it next?"

As you continued eating, you told him about your promotion. He congratulated you, kissing your forehead. You leaned against him and wrapped your arms around his torso. The turtle mirrored the action, letting you lay your head on his chest. For a while, you stayed like that, enjoying the other’s presence.

Donatello pulled away before reaching for one of the desserts. He held it between your bodies while getting a fork with his other hand. You watched him take a piece of the chocolate cake and opened your mouth when he tapped the metal item on your bottom lip. As you took the bite, savoring the taste, you looked into his eyes. His cheeks darkened, but he didn’t look away.

Blindly, you found his hand and took the fork, repeating what he did just a moment ago. You watched him lick the utensil, wrapping his tongue around it. Suddenly, he leaned closer, kissing the corner of your mouth. You turned your head, catching his lips. With your free hand, you grabbed the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his mask. You heard the plate clink as he put it down, before he grabbed you by your hips and pulled you onto his thighs.

Gasping for air, you let go of him. He was just as out of breath as you, his eyes closed and mouth parted. You stroked his cheek, waiting for him to look at you. Once he did, you noticed how dilated his pupils were. The turtle watched you like he was ready to eat you alive. You wouldn’t complain if he did.

“I love you,” his voice was quiet.

You smiled, feeling your heart skip a beat: “I love you, too.”

He kissed you again, this time a lot more passionately. His hands explored your body, hunger leaking into every movement. You weren’t any different, grabbing at every piece of skin and shell you could reach. Donatello bit your lip and you moaned into the kiss, letting his tongue wrap around yours. You tasted the chocolate cake you ate before and leaned even closer.

He laid you on your back on the blanket and grabbed your thighs, letting you wrap your legs around his sides. You pulled him closer by his neck and he groaned, placing his hands next to your chest. You grinded into him, making him pull away and stare at your face. He caressed your cheek, watching your fucked out face.

You didn’t even do anything yet, just made out for a while, and you were already looking like this. He complimented you, whispering praises into your ear, as he pulled the piece of fabric covering your torso away, stroking your sides. You whined, letting him do whatever he wanted. He leaned towards you, kissing and biting your neck.

You untangled his mask, letting it fall next to your body. Donatello looked at you, smirking, while you stared at his face. You haven’t seen him without his mask yet. He let you admire him while his hands softly caressed your sides. You were about to say something when you heard a sound from behind you.

“Finally,” you heard a deep voice.

Both of you turned towards it, noticing three familiar shadows. The three brothers came closer. Raphael was smirking, Michelangelo looked ready to celebrate and Leonardo wouldn’t even look at you. Exhaling, you turned towards Donatello, waiting for his reaction. The turtle clicked his tongue, staring at his brothers.

“Why are you here?”

“Wanted t’make sure none of ya chickened out,” said the red masked turtle.

“And we wanted to congratulate you,” Michelangelo chimed in, not caring about the position you were in.

Leonardo cleared his throat: “It was their idea, I only came with them so they wouldn’t do anything stupid.”

You shook your head, feeling Donatello’s hands squeeze your sides. He smiled at you before turning towards his brothers.

“You have exactly sixty seconds to leave.”

*

“I can’t believe they saw us do that,” you whined as you put the empty plates away.

After the three cockblockers left, you finished eating the food in silence. You felt embarrassed, but Donatello told you not to worry about them with a wicked smile on his lips. Once you were done cleaning, he helped you get down on your balcony. You stood in front of him, waiting for him to speak.

“I enjoyed today a lot,” he grabbed your hand.

You nodded, already missing him: “You really can’t stay?”

“I have to deal with those idiots,” he shook his head, “but I may return.”

You raised your eyebrow, laughing at him. He kissed your cheek before turning to leave. You pulled him by the strap holding his weapon, meeting his lips. Maybe he didn’t have to leave so soon, he thought, letting you pull him into your apartment.

[ohangeleyes]

alright, i'll be the one to say it. ao3 and tumblr becoming "mainstream" did so much damage to the community and the writers. i have seen loads of videos and posts about:

1. people hating on writers and fics. writing is something we do for free and for fun. if you stumble upon a fanfic that isn't necessarily your cup of tea or you just don't like, scroll. dont read it. literally leave their page. you don't know if this could be the author's first work that they're so excited about, you dont know if the language they're writing in isn't their first language, you dont know that the writer could be a literal teen and loads of other reasons. fanfictions don't HAVE to be perfect. you write what you want to write because we do it for fun and enjoyment and we want to share that to the world. seriously, what is the wrong with that?..

2. x reader consumers getting WAY too entitled. the number of tiktoks i've seen that say "i run a strict program when it comes to reading fanfics." girl you aint running shit. this is FAN FICTION you're reading. F A N F I C T I O N. there is no denying that most fanfiction writes are beyond talented but just because you read one fanfic that exceeds your expectations doesn't give you the right to talk down on others that don't. people have their own personal writing style, their way of doing things and you talking shit on that isn't right.

at the end of the day, we are all humans, reading and writing is what we do and what we're meant to do. and for you to talk shit about a person WRITING is so insane. we are humans. not some robots that you can tell what to do so you can consume it.

i've seen so so many authors take down their fanfics and losing all motivation to write because of a hate comment. DONT LIKE DONT READ‼️

and to every author reading this, this community values your work and your contribution. we love u and, please, never let anyone's negative words have an effect on you.

[tamaralusher]

The Sheep Detectives, Working Title, Amazon MGM Studios

[justashthewriter]

10 year anniversary

Under the cut, you can read the same thing I've posted on AO3 - it's the whole lore of me getting into writing and stuff.

The important part is - I would like to thank everyone who supported me in the past and even now. So:

For the next 30 days (starting on 16th of June, ending on 15th of July), you can send me story requests here or on my AO3, I’ll be cross-posting them on both. Every 5 days (so on 20th, 25th, 30th of June and 5th, 10th, 15th of July), I’ll post one of the requests. I'll create a masterlist here and a fic on AO3.

On 16th of July, I have something bigger planned, but until then – ask me anything (tho I won’t answer if I feel uncomfortable with the question) and send requests if you have any! I mainly write TMNT fics at the moment, but feel free to check my profile to see other fandoms I am in (or was). Also, if you have any original work idea, I take those as well!

Thank you for everything, guys! <3

So, on 16th of July 2016, I’ve made a Wattpad account. I still have it, but all of the stories are already deleted. My first fanfic was Raphael/Reader story that reached 1 000 views and had 10 chapters + epilogue. I wrote it in the span of a month, starting on July 24th (based on Wattpad) and finished it on August 25th 2016. In the next two or three years, I wrote more fanfics, some were YouTube ships, some Larry Stylinson, some original works. My best fanfic had 10K views. All of these were in my language, not English.

I have to admit, I didn’t exactly start writing in 2016, I’ve wrote a short story about me and my cousins during holidays when I was like 8 (sadly, I don’t have it anymore, but I printed it and illustrated it! Even tho I stapled it wrong, so it had to be flipped from left to right). For me, the day I’ve made that account is the day I officially started writing. It’s the first step of my journey.

There were times when I couldn’t get myself to write. I would write some short stories for contests for my teacher, but never anything for myself. Later, at the end of 2021, I’ve created a Tumblr account and started writing short BNHA stories, hoping it would reignite the passion I once had. It was hard and I kept disappearing and reappearing, posting a one shot or something every few weeks to months. I stopped posting on Tumblr in June 2022 and then in 2024, I created my AO3 account and posted my last BNHA fanfic here (it was posted on Tumblr first).  

Between 2022 and 2024, I wrote just a few short stories for some contests. Honestly, it’s been a while since I wrote something original (with original characters and stuff). In 2024, I’ve made this account and it took me a whole year to start writing. You may have noticed an unfinished Donatello/Reader fanfic named Videogame Lover. I swear I didn’t abandon it, I just, idk, lost motivation? I’m not sure what exactly is holding me from writing it. There’s also Writer’s Bingo (which is barely started, wth Ash) and an original work of mine (it’s very close to the stuff I write in my language).

A month ago, I decided to write a something again. I have no clue why, I just sat down and wrote the first chapter of this story. And posted it. Without revising or editing it. Just pressed “post”. And it felt like the chains around my arms unlocked. For the past few years, I’ve been obsessed with perfection. Every mistake made me feel bad about myself, every misspelled word made me gag. And now? Now I’m writing like I’ve used to back in 2016. Back, when grammar and shit didn’t matter. When I didn’t care what other people thought about me.

I’m enjoying writing again and on top of that, there were moments when I chose writing over everything else. I chose to satisfy the urge to create instead of pushing it away. I chose to do what I love instead of telling myself that I’m bad at writing or that I don’t have the right to enjoy a hobby when I have to study or something. And you know what? I feel like I matured even more once I realized perfection makes life miserable.

I’m not fully where I want to be, I still wonder if you all notice the mistakes and if they bother you, if I should edit them and stuff. But I push those thoughts away and let myself create. I can always return and edit the work once it’s finished, but until then? I want to interact with people who enjoy my stories as much as I do.

Though I have to admit, it feels weird to be at the same spot I was all those 10 years ago, but a few floors higher. It feels like this whole time, I was walking on a spiral. I’m still writing TMNT/Reader fanfics, but this time with a lot more experience and in English! And also, it’s not about Raphael anymore, haha.

P. S. A huge reason why I couldn’t write even when I wanted to was also the fact that I was burnt out and constantly stressed out. And I procrastinated everything. Yeah, my mental health was somewhere on the bottom of the ocean, whatever. I feel lot better now! And I hope the mess of words made sense, I still can’t believe I’ve been officially writing for a decade!

And why am I telling you all of this? Since I posted this fic, a few of you gathered around my small campfire and kept commenting and leaving kudos. Even in past, there were always people supporting me. As much as I like to tell myself that I’m primarily doing this for me and because I love to create, I also do it for you. I write because I love interacting with people who like my stuff. So I’ve decided to give back to the community.

That's why I'm making the whole "10 years anniversary" thing that is explained in the first note. So again, thank you everyone! <3

- Ash

[gracie-buns]

Okay.. so suppose you’re a fanfiction writer….

And I’m a fan of your stories…

would it be alright to bribe you with a fanart that i made,

so I can read the next chapter? 

:) just asking…. but srsly tho… can you bribe a fanfiction writer with fanart of their stories?

[goficyourself]

Yessssss bribe ussssssss

[writing-in-the-grave]

Someone once gave me fan art of a story I finished years ago and I immediately wrote more, almost exclusively for them.

So yes.

[labelleizzy]

Hell yeah bribe us

[northstarfan]

Anyone who’s getting ideas - yes, I am extremely susceptible to bribes! XD

[drtanner]

Remember, folks: You can ALWAYS bribe a writer to write more by making fanart of their work! ☝️

[justashthewriter]

A short preview of chapters 9 and 10 from my fic When life gives you Violets (or whatever the saying is) on AO3!

Also, there's a second work, lol.

“Hey, could ya take care of him?” your friend asked, nodding towards the hurt one.

“Bring him to the couch, I’ll go grab the kit.”

You took everything you needed from the bathroom and returned. Raphael was standing close to the balcony, a turtle in blue mask was next to the purple masked on the sofa and the last with orange mask stood by Raphael, all three of them watching you.

“We need t’go back there,” Raphael spoke first, “we’ll be back once we caught the purple punks.”

“Is there anything I need to know about what happened to him?” you pointed to towards his brother who appeared unconscious.

“He got hit, hard, so if you could keep an eye on him, we would be grateful,” the one in blue spoke. “Raphael said we can trust you.”

“Of course, go, I’ll patch him up.”

*****

You smiled at your phone, responding and heading towards the living room. You dropped your bag next to the table and your phone on the sofa. In your bedroom, you grabbed a towel and clean clothes. You took a shower and prepared a quick dinner, eating it while watching the TV.

You weren’t paying much attention to the show, your mind was replaying the conversation you had with the turtle. How he listened to you, never making you feel stupid when you asked a question about his work. And the light touch when he helped you get out of the van. Your body shivered from that thought, your pulse quickening. Why was he making you feel like this? Raphael never…

The realization hit you like a truck, making your head spin. You met him yesterday, you talked with him twice in person. Shaking your head, you stood up and went to grab a glass of water. What a terrible way to start a friendship, really.

[justashthewriter]

A little sneak peak from 5th chapter of my fanfic When life gives you Violets (on AO3).

The box ended up on the hallway floor, hopefully everything survived the drop. Your blood was boiling the whole time you walked home. You opted for hot bath and takeout as you rationalized that you deserved it after everything. Waiting for the bathtub to fill, you ordered the food, choosing later delivery time, and made a cup of tea. With everything done, you undressed and stepping into the bathtub, letting the water softly burn your skin. In the moment, all your worries left your mind and you let your muscles relax. You reached for the mug on the floor, taking a sip once you had both hands on it.

You let your mind replay the past few days, stopping at yesterday’s visit. The stress of not knowing what to do made you wonder if you should learn how to treat wounds. Raphael mentioned something about his family being unhappy when he comes home beat up, so maybe you could offer him to come to you for help. You already knew some basics, so learning how to suture wounds shouldn’t be that hard, no?

With those thoughts, you wiped your arm on the towel hanging from the rack and grabbed your phone. Only a little over half an hour passes, but you decided to get out and do the research. After drying your body and draining the bathtub, you took the mug into the kitchen and sat on your sofa with your laptop. While you waited for it to turn on, you opened Youtube on your phone. There were so many videos about how to properly suture wounds, so you scrolled through them and saved some for later.

Opening the browser on the laptop, you searched up “how to suture wounds” and clicked through the links until you found a page that seemed valid. It had a detailed description of the process, the items needed and a lot more information. You opened a new document and started writing notes. After half an hour, you had about two pages of information and a list of items you needed. Before ordering everything, you watched the videos you saved. One of them was a doctor showing the process on a fake piece of skin. You made a note to buy one as well.

After an hour, you had a cart full of items and a sad looking bank account. Just in case, you also ordered other stuff as well. Once you were done, you checked the delivery time for your takeout. You still had twenty minutes, so you put away your laptop and turned on the TV for background noise while you scrolled on your phone. Soon enough, you got a call and went outside to grab your dinner.

[afreakingdork]

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✨ I'm giving away one one-shot fiction of your choice to one lucky follower! ✨

How to Enter: ✅ Follow me ✅ Like this post

Bonus Entry: ✨ Reblog this post for an extra entry!

Giveaway runs from now through June 16, 2026. I will then select a winner via a random drawing and contact them through Tumblr DMs. More giveaway rules down below! If you have any questions, always feel free and thank you all again!!!

Giveaway Rules You must follow me to enter. The requested work must be for a fandom I'm familiar with so that I can write it accurately. If you win, you must have your DMs open so we can discuss the details of your request. I will need to know your age if the requested content could involve mature themes. I will not write explicit content for minors. I will not accept requests involving incest or pedophilia. There is no minimum or maximum word count for the one-shot. The final length will be determined solely by what is necessary to fulfill the request. This work will be completed alongside my regular writing workload and therefore does not have a guaranteed completion date. While I will make every effort to finish it within a reasonable timeframe, delays may occur depending on my schedule and other commitments. These guidelines are not exhaustive. There may be topics, themes, or types of content that I am not comfortable with writing that are not specifically identified here. If a request falls outside these guidelines, we can discuss the best way to proceed. You do not need to come into this giveaway with a fully developed one-shot idea. Having a general concept, trope, prompt, or starting point can be helpful, but it's not required. I'd love for this to be a collaborative process.

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Congrats! <3

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🎶LGBTQ+! All are welcome!🎵

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When life gives you Violets (or whatever the saying is)

This is a preview of my new Donatello/Reader fanfic (yes, I know, I still haven't finished Videogame Lover, but I swear I am working on it!), you can find in on my AO3.

One night, standing on your balcony, you meet a huge turtle-man. You should be scared, instead, he becomes your close (very annoying) friend. And with him, someone else becomes a lot more than a friend.

Don't use my work to train AI, don't even think about posting my work into AI.

The streetlights piercing the darkness were the only source of light. Everything too far from them was covered in a black and blue blanket. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds, adding to the mysterious vibe of the night. Periodical clicking could be heard as you walked down the road. For such a big city, it was oddly quiet tonight. Only a few cars passed by you, most likely people who were returning home from work just like you. A bag hanging from one of your shoulders, your other arm swinging by your side. The chill breeze caressing your face, stroking your hair like a mother’s hand. Your mind stopped wandering as you reached you apartment building. As you were walking up the stairs, you fished out the keys. With a soft click, the door opened and revealed a long hallway with an elevator at the end. You exhaled, slowly dragging your feet towards it. The closer you were to your sofa, the heavier your body felt.

A loud ding brought you back, the elevator door opening and letting you in. Pressing the button to your floor, you leaned against the wall. Maybe if you had the energy, you would choose bath today, but shower would have to be enough. And some tea, definitely some tea before bed. Letting the warm liquid flood your body and lull you to sleep. You could almost feel it, but again, your wandering mind was brought back by the door opening. With a sigh, you walked out of the elevator and towards your apartment. Unlocking the door, taking your shoes off and locking the door again became an automatic habit. The little light from outside helped you locate the switch easily.

Everything was the same as when you left. First, you headed towards the bathroom, taking off your bag and leaving it in front of the door. You took off your clothes, dropping them on the ground, and stepping inside the bathtub, pulling the curtain to stop water from getting everywhere. The warm water felt like balm on your sore body. You stood there for a moment or two, letting your hair and skin get soaked. With one hand, you reached for the shampoo and squeezed some into your other palm. The cool feeling was soon replaced by soft foam. You let yourself feel the comfort of washing your hair, softly scratching your skin in a pampering way. Next was your body. After properly rinsing out the shampoo, you took your loofa and applied a bit of shower gel. It felt like the whole day was getting washed away, as you massaged your skin.

Patting the water away with a towel, you looked into the fogged mirror. You could see contours of your body, relaxed, but still tired. You pulled on your pajamas and left the bathroom. From your bag, you pulled out your phone and went to the kitchen. Putting the phone on the counter, with your other hand you reached for the kettle. There was still water left from the morning, so you just turned it on and focused on grabbing a box of tea and a cup. Just as you were done preparing everything, the water finished boiling. The smell hit you almost immediately after you filled the cup. It was calming, exactly what you needed. Staring at your reflection, your mind started wandering again. Today was not the best, still, you wished to forget about it. Tomorrow will be better. Hopefully.

Grabbing the drink, you walked towards your balcony. Maybe fresh air will help you relax more. As you opened the door, cold wind hit your face. You stepped on the tiles, leaving the door opened. Cup in one hand, you leaned against the railing, sipping on your drink. Warmth spread through your body, calming your nerves a little. You closed your eyes, almost falling asleep like this, if not for the feeling of not being alone. Looking around, you noticed a shadow on the rooftop above you. Someone was there, probably watching you. It didn’t feel menacing though. Maybe it was the exhaustion taking over, but your mouth moved before you could think it through.

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Redraw <3

I've been drawing MLP since like 2014 and my friend challenged me to try something darker again. You can also take this as a small update (that I'm still alive).

Trigger warning! Blood/Gore! Minors and people sensitive to this kind of stuff DNI! READ THE TAGS! Thank you!

Love you all!

I've drawn the small picture on top in 2016 in MS Paint (mouse), so I pushed the challenge a bit - the redrawn picture was also done in MS Paint (graphic tablet).

I am NOT looking for criticism! I did this for fun and to see if I've made some progress over the years. The small circles with As in them is a filter with my signature - it may look weird zoomed in. I do not want my art to be used to train genAI! Thank you for respecting it. <3