MorriganFae

[hystyrykal]

Pine and Snow

References to Pine&Snow in the ToG Series:

The Assassin's Blade:

"She walked until a surprisingly cold breeze swept past her. She halted. Slowly, Celaena turned north, toward the source of the breeze, which smelled of a faraway land she hadn’t seen in eight years. Pine and snow— a city still in winter’s grasp. She breathed it in, staring across the leagues of lonely, black ocean, seeing, somehow, that distant city that had once, long ago, been her home." (Pg. 44)

"Her trembling paused for a heartbeat. She knew that breeze. She knew the chill bite beneath it, knew it carried the hint of pine and snow, knew the mountains from which it hailed. A northern breeze, a breeze of Terrasen. She must stand up. Pine and snow and lazy, golden summers— a city of light and music in the shadow of the Staghorn Mountains. She must stand, or be broken before she even entered Endovier." (Epilogue)

Throne of Glass:

"Of all the things he could have said, that was what she had least expected. 'My freedom?' At the sound of the word, she saw a land of pine and snow, of sun-bleached cliffs and white-capped seas, a land where light was swallowed in the velvety green of bumps and hollows— a land that she had forgotten." (Pg. 15)

Heir of Fire:

"She didn’t open her eyes, but she breathed in the smell of him, the pine and snow, and her pain settled a bit." (Pg. 373)

"The scent of pine and snow wrapped around her, and she turned to find Rowan standing against a nearby tree. He’d been there for some time now, giving her space to work herself into exhaustion." (Pg. 423)

Queen of Shadows:

"Aedion palmed his fighting knives as the male’s scent hit him— unwashed, but with a hint of pine and snow. And then he smelled Aelin on the stranger, the scent complex and layered, woven into the male himself." (Pg. 232)

"She would not apologize, nor say it was her fault. Because his death wasn’t her fault. And tonight … tonight she would settle that debt.She wiped at her face with the back of her sleeve and got to her feet. The sun dried her tears. She smelled the pine and snow before she heard him, and when she turned, Rowan stood a few feet away, staring at the headstone behind her.'He was—''I know who he was to you,' Rowan said softly, and held out his hand. Not to take hers, but for a stone." (Pg. 327)

"The scent of pine and snow hit her, and she realized how they had survived the fall. Aelin got to her feet, swaying." (Pg. 574)

"And the smell— of pine and snow … How had she never realized that Rowan’s scent was of Terrasen, of home? Rowan came close enough to graze her shoulder and murmured, 'I feel as if I’ve been looking for this place my entire life.' ” (pg. 645)

Summary:

It all started the day she arrived in Endovier, when the scent of pine and snow reached her from the wind. It reminded her of her past, of home.

Years later when she met Rowan, she realized he had the same scent. He too, became home. He reminded her of her decision to survive even the darkest of times.

That comfort had been with her all along, from the beginning to the end.

[themorriganfae]

I love this!

[nifrequerne]

I often wonder what happened to authors of unfinished fanfictions.

[everyoneinspaceisgay]

I hope they’re having a nice life

[ts-virgil-angst]

we absolutely are not and that unfinished fic haunts us to this day

[voxofthevoid]

Fandom Etiquette 101: Don’t Be a Dick in the Comment Box

Actually, just don’t be a dick, period, but if you must, then don’t do it in the comment box.

I wouldn’t say I have a thick skin. Things don’t roll off me. I get hurt, I get irritated, and I get incandescently angry.

Thing is, I also have a certain amount of faith in my skills—writing skills, in this case—that has been cultivated by roughly a decade of practice and the experience that comes along with it. I am also not under the impression that my work lacks flaws. Some of these flaws are born of inattention because I write for fun in my free time—time that’s growing more and more sparse as school turned to college turned to grad school turned to a full-time job. Plus, I’ve long since accepted that artistic growth is a never-ending process.

So even if I don’t have a thick skin, if someone shits on my work, I won’t stop writing or doubt myself. I’ll just get royally pissed at the little shit who has the audacity to come into my goddamned yard and tell me how to mow my goddamned lawn.

A lot of writers react the way I do. Others don’t. Be it because they’re newer, more nervous, rejection sensitive, or just have different personalities, the fact remains that a lot of writers will be disheartened, devastated, and/or discouraged by negative feedback. There’s nothing wrong with that.

No writer should have to deal with people being assholes about something they created out of love and shared for free so others sharing that love can partake. Fanfic is free in terms of money, but a ton of emotion and labor goes into it. My work involves staring at MS Word for a minimum of eight hours a day to poke at and pick apart language; it’s not easy to do it for a couple more hours to write and polish that writing. Now, that’s my choice, and one I make because I damn well want to, but the point is that it’s a great deal of effort.

A large part of what makes it worth it is the fandom. Yes, I write for myself, because there are stories in me that want out, and no, I won’t let others dictate  what I write or the way I write it. But reader engagement is a gift—a treasured one. The interactions, the conversations, the sense of a larger community—all of that means a lot to me. I think most, though likely not all, fic writers will agree on that. For me, every Ao3 email heralding a comment brings with it a thrilling jolt of pleasure.

But the sweetness of that jolt turns sour very fast if the comment in question contains negativity. And I do mean contain. A comment doesn’t have to be wholly hateful or dismissive to ruin a writer’s day. Criticism sandwich is all well and good to those who’ve asked for constructive criticism, but to those that haven’t, that sandwich will just taste like shit, regardless of how delicious the padding. Tumblr has many long, in-depth discussion posts about unsolicited concrit, so I won’t rehash everything here. Suffice to say that not all writers are using fanfic as practice for “real” writing, nor do all of us aim to actively improve. And the ones who do want constructive criticism often have trusted betas or writing groups for that purpose. Unsolicited criticism dropped into the comment section of a published work isn’t as constructive as the commenter fancies it to be.

And then there are those comments that don’t bother with the sandwich method or any niceties. I’ve seen plenty of these in both my works and those of others, and they range from comically insulting to polite but infuriating. Honestly, I find the former to be easier to handle—if someone’s being an asshole in my inbox, it’s simple enough to tell them to fuck off. The nicely phrased ones are trickier, for obvious reasons. But fact is, if someone has read thousands of words and can only leave a comment pointing out some drawback— for instance, a typo, some factual inaccuracy, OOCness, or even continuity errors—then the problem lies with the reader, not the writer. But the writer, who’s often the one more emotionally attached to and invested in their craft, is the one who bears the brunt of the damage.

They shouldn’t have to. We shouldn’t have to.

So, to reiterate, don’t be a dick in the comment box. If you have nothing nice to say, hush and click that pretty red X. If the writer hasn’t asked for concrit, don’t give it. If you liked the story but have the burning urge to tell the writer everything they got wrong, take a good look in the mirror and ask yourself some hard questions.

[greenbergsays]

I'm a writer who is fine with receiving critical comments even when I didn't remember specifically say so. Some other writers don't want to receive critical comments. That's fine. No unsolicited crit is not a universal norm, so any writer who cares a lot about whether they get critical comments should say so, whether that's saying please do or please don't.

You know, I’ve got a fourteen-year-old nephew who plays the violin.

He’s been playing it since fifth grade, and he’s going to be a freshman in high school next year. He’s at that age where boys are usually fucking assholes. Worse than that, he’s a nerdy boy, who’s into a whole slew of geeky things, which means he could so very easily fall prey to the Nice Guy attitude, but he doesn’t.

He’s a good kid. But because he’s so much like me, and has been influenced heavily by me his entire life, he’s a bit of a perfectionist.

On Monday, we went to an open house for parents for the high school he’s hoping to get into this coming year, and they had their orchestra playing. After their performance, as we were walking to the next section of the tour, he reiterated a point that I’ve heard him voice a few times before.

It’s hard for him to just sit there and listen to other people play the violin now. When he’s listening to the performance, all he can hear are the missed notes or if someone is scratchy or off-key or if they’re a beat ahead or a beat behind, etc. 

He isn’t some virtuoso by any means, he’s just a fourteen-year-old that plays the violin, yet because he studies it, he automatically mentally critiques the performance.

I think we, as writers, can all relate to that. No matter how well we write ourselves, by being in this arena, we are automatically more sensitive to the mistakes others make. In fact, you don’t even have to be a writer; those who read regularly are prone to the same thing.

The thing is, though, I didn’t have to tell my nephew not to mock the students who were performing at the open house. I didn’t have to tell him not to criticize them or make fun of them, I didn’t have to tell him to lower his voice so they wouldn’t hear, and I definitely didn’t have to stop him from going up to them to criticize their performances to their face. It was something that was automatically understood; those things are impolite, and should he engage in any of those behaviors, he’d get in trouble for them.

And here’s the really important bit. Are you ready? 

Not a single one of those amateur performers had to preface that performance by saying, “Please don’t.” 

It was just automatically understood that their audience wouldn’t, because it’s not a thing you do in polite society when you are given something for free by people who are not professionals. Especially when–and this is also an important bit–you are also not a professional critic in any shape, form, or fashion.

My nephew waited until we’d walked away from the orchestra, where they weren’t in danger of hearing before he even began to discuss the very broad concept of how he critiques performances now because he’s in orchestra.

Somehow, without me having to drill it into his head countless times, this fourteen-year-old boy grasps the concept that you should not go up to someone, out of the blue, and criticize their performance just because you heard (or in the case of a writer: saw) their mistakes. He isn’t a professional, nor is he a teacher. He hasn’t been asked, he’s still learning himself, and they don’t know him from Adam. 

On a fundamental level, he seems to get how entirely unhelpful his critique would be, and how the only thing he’s succeeding in doing is hurting someone’s feelings for no good reason.

I just think it’s funny how a fourteen-year-old understands that, but somehow, you don’t.

[cottoncandysecretlair]

I really find this ridiculous. I get that some criticism is harsh and unwarranted, but in a public arena? You’re positioning yourself to to criticized. For improvement.

@dasha-through-the-snow I know as a writer you generally advocate for criticism. Where do you think that line is drawn?

[dashaibo]

The line is drawn where you insult the writer.

Criticism is good for you. I’d rather people trash my novel than not read it like they do now.

[madseance]

Bullshit. Criticism is not magically, automatically good for you, and even if it was, we don’t force things on people just because they’re good for them. If this seems incorrect to you, I suggest hiring someone to follow you around for a week and, every time you reach for something sweet, having them smack it out of your hand and stuff your mouth full of carrots. They’re good for you.

But no, criticism isn’t inherently good for you. What do you even mean by that? Like, what do you actually think that means? 

Do you mean it’s good for your work, i.e., that it makes it better? Criticism does not automatically make your work better. Criticism can be a tool for getting at the things in your writing that need improvement, but like any tool, it’s only useful if it’s appropriate to your purposes and of high quality. If I’m building a table, and I need a specific type of saw for this bit here, some random person coming along and lobbing a shitty hammer at me isn’t going to help. Seeing as it’s my table, I probably have a better idea than they do about what tool I need at any given moment, and if I need help, I’ll seek out that help myself. Most writers who are actively engaged in improving their craft (which, news flash, is not anyone’s obligation to do anyway), already know people whose opinions they trust and whose criticism they find useful. If they don’t, they are perfectly capable of seeking those people out themselves. Volunteering your services is nice and all, but they’re not obligated to take you up on it; and taking it upon yourself to just do it without asking is unbelievably presumptuous. Who the hell are you to assume you’ve got advice that is valuable to me? If I went out to my workshop to work on my table and saw you there cutting and hammering at it, I would lose my shit.

Do you mean criticism is good for you as a person? Like… spiritually or something? That having strangers, unprompted, tell you what they don’t like about something you did for fun, makes your life better in some way? That it, what, builds character to get a notification that Random McNobody who got to enjoy your work for free doesn’t like something you did? Do you think that people write fanfic because they do not get enough criticism elsewhere in their lives? Do you think they sit down and plot out a story about their favorite characters thinking, “I sure hope someone comes along and points out all the ways this isn’t good enough for them”? Do you think you, personally, have some God-given obligation to go around improving people against their will? 

Also, this idea that just because your work is “in a public arena”, @cottoncandypolitics, that it’s fair game? That’s ridiculous. Fanfic communities are “public” only in a limited sense; they’re specialized subcultures with their own codes of conduct and expectations. A library is a public place, but you’re still expected to use your inside voice and check the books out before you leave with them. You can roll up into a fanfic community and say, “All of your rules are dumb and I’m going to disregard them,” and start telling people how to improve their writing even when they didn’t ask, and pitching a hissy fit when you’re told that’s not how we do things, but in that case, you’re the one being an asshole. You can critique people’s work even if they don’t want you to, because it’s there and there’s only so much they can do to stop you, but think about that. You’re doing something you know someone doesn’t want you to do, because you can and you want to. Frankly, if that’s how you’re going to behave in “a public arena”, you shouldn’t be out in public.

Both of you seem to have gotten it into your heads that, somehow, it is your obligation and right to go around improving writers whether they like it or not. Which is wild to me, because I have no idea who either of you are. If you rolled up in my comments to tell me how I needed to improve my fic, that comment would have zero value to me, because I’ve never read anything you’ve written, I don’t know you, and I have no idea what experience you have helping other people improve their writing. Since you’re spending your time going around dropping unsolicited crit on fanfic, I’m gonna guess you’re probably not in high demand for your services. If you want to be someone that people come to for help improving their writing, you are the one who needs to improve. Go hang out your shingle as a beta reader, and let writers come to you. If you do right by them, then perhaps you’ll get a good reputation, and more people will come to you for advice. Sure, that takes more time and work than just banging up into the comments on a random fic to tell the author what you would’ve done differently, but hey, it’s good for you.

[themorriganfae]

This. So much this. I think because FF says “reviews” as opposed to A03’s “comments”, there’s more critics and unsolicited advice. #ff #writing #itsallfree #passionproject #fandom

[srirachamami]

Growth is admitting I too possess toxic qualities & carry unhealed traumas I need to work on

[themorriganfae]

True!

[greenbergsays]

I'm a writer who is fine with receiving critical comments even when I didn't remember specifically say so. Some other writers don't want to receive critical comments. That's fine. No unsolicited crit is not a universal norm, so any writer who cares a lot about whether they get critical comments should say so, whether that's saying please do or please don't.

You know, I’ve got a fourteen-year-old nephew who plays the violin.

He’s been playing it since fifth grade, and he’s going to be a freshman in high school next year. He’s at that age where boys are usually fucking assholes. Worse than that, he’s a nerdy boy, who’s into a whole slew of geeky things, which means he could so very easily fall prey to the Nice Guy attitude, but he doesn’t.

He’s a good kid. But because he’s so much like me, and has been influenced heavily by me his entire life, he’s a bit of a perfectionist.

On Monday, we went to an open house for parents for the high school he’s hoping to get into this coming year, and they had their orchestra playing. After their performance, as we were walking to the next section of the tour, he reiterated a point that I’ve heard him voice a few times before.

It’s hard for him to just sit there and listen to other people play the violin now. When he’s listening to the performance, all he can hear are the missed notes or if someone is scratchy or off-key or if they’re a beat ahead or a beat behind, etc. 

He isn’t some virtuoso by any means, he’s just a fourteen-year-old that plays the violin, yet because he studies it, he automatically mentally critiques the performance.

I think we, as writers, can all relate to that. No matter how well we write ourselves, by being in this arena, we are automatically more sensitive to the mistakes others make. In fact, you don’t even have to be a writer; those who read regularly are prone to the same thing.

The thing is, though, I didn’t have to tell my nephew not to mock the students who were performing at the open house. I didn’t have to tell him not to criticize them or make fun of them, I didn’t have to tell him to lower his voice so they wouldn’t hear, and I definitely didn’t have to stop him from going up to them to criticize their performances to their face. It was something that was automatically understood; those things are impolite, and should he engage in any of those behaviors, he’d get in trouble for them.

And here’s the really important bit. Are you ready? 

Not a single one of those amateur performers had to preface that performance by saying, “Please don’t.” 

It was just automatically understood that their audience wouldn’t, because it’s not a thing you do in polite society when you are given something for free by people who are not professionals. Especially when–and this is also an important bit–you are also not a professional critic in any shape, form, or fashion.

My nephew waited until we’d walked away from the orchestra, where they weren’t in danger of hearing before he even began to discuss the very broad concept of how he critiques performances now because he’s in orchestra.

Somehow, without me having to drill it into his head countless times, this fourteen-year-old boy grasps the concept that you should not go up to someone, out of the blue, and criticize their performance just because you heard (or in the case of a writer: saw) their mistakes. He isn’t a professional, nor is he a teacher. He hasn’t been asked, he’s still learning himself, and they don’t know him from Adam. 

On a fundamental level, he seems to get how entirely unhelpful his critique would be, and how the only thing he’s succeeding in doing is hurting someone’s feelings for no good reason.

I just think it’s funny how a fourteen-year-old understands that, but somehow, you don’t.

[cottoncandysecretlair]

I really find this ridiculous. I get that some criticism is harsh and unwarranted, but in a public arena? You’re positioning yourself to to criticized. For improvement.

@dasha-through-the-snow I know as a writer you generally advocate for criticism. Where do you think that line is drawn?

[dashaibo]

The line is drawn where you insult the writer.

Criticism is good for you. I’d rather people trash my novel than not read it like they do now.

[madseance]

Bullshit. Criticism is not magically, automatically good for you, and even if it was, we don’t force things on people just because they’re good for them. If this seems incorrect to you, I suggest hiring someone to follow you around for a week and, every time you reach for something sweet, having them smack it out of your hand and stuff your mouth full of carrots. They’re good for you.

But no, criticism isn’t inherently good for you. What do you even mean by that? Like, what do you actually think that means? 

Do you mean it’s good for your work, i.e., that it makes it better? Criticism does not automatically make your work better. Criticism can be a tool for getting at the things in your writing that need improvement, but like any tool, it’s only useful if it’s appropriate to your purposes and of high quality. If I’m building a table, and I need a specific type of saw for this bit here, some random person coming along and lobbing a shitty hammer at me isn’t going to help. Seeing as it’s my table, I probably have a better idea than they do about what tool I need at any given moment, and if I need help, I’ll seek out that help myself. Most writers who are actively engaged in improving their craft (which, news flash, is not anyone’s obligation to do anyway), already know people whose opinions they trust and whose criticism they find useful. If they don’t, they are perfectly capable of seeking those people out themselves. Volunteering your services is nice and all, but they’re not obligated to take you up on it; and taking it upon yourself to just do it without asking is unbelievably presumptuous. Who the hell are you to assume you’ve got advice that is valuable to me? If I went out to my workshop to work on my table and saw you there cutting and hammering at it, I would lose my shit.

Do you mean criticism is good for you as a person? Like… spiritually or something? That having strangers, unprompted, tell you what they don’t like about something you did for fun, makes your life better in some way? That it, what, builds character to get a notification that Random McNobody who got to enjoy your work for free doesn’t like something you did? Do you think that people write fanfic because they do not get enough criticism elsewhere in their lives? Do you think they sit down and plot out a story about their favorite characters thinking, “I sure hope someone comes along and points out all the ways this isn’t good enough for them”? Do you think you, personally, have some God-given obligation to go around improving people against their will? 

Also, this idea that just because your work is “in a public arena”, @cottoncandypolitics, that it’s fair game? That’s ridiculous. Fanfic communities are “public” only in a limited sense; they’re specialized subcultures with their own codes of conduct and expectations. A library is a public place, but you’re still expected to use your inside voice and check the books out before you leave with them. You can roll up into a fanfic community and say, “All of your rules are dumb and I’m going to disregard them,” and start telling people how to improve their writing even when they didn’t ask, and pitching a hissy fit when you’re told that’s not how we do things, but in that case, you’re the one being an asshole. You can critique people’s work even if they don’t want you to, because it’s there and there’s only so much they can do to stop you, but think about that. You’re doing something you know someone doesn’t want you to do, because you can and you want to. Frankly, if that’s how you’re going to behave in “a public arena”, you shouldn’t be out in public.

Both of you seem to have gotten it into your heads that, somehow, it is your obligation and right to go around improving writers whether they like it or not. Which is wild to me, because I have no idea who either of you are. If you rolled up in my comments to tell me how I needed to improve my fic, that comment would have zero value to me, because I’ve never read anything you’ve written, I don’t know you, and I have no idea what experience you have helping other people improve their writing. Since you’re spending your time going around dropping unsolicited crit on fanfic, I’m gonna guess you’re probably not in high demand for your services. If you want to be someone that people come to for help improving their writing, you are the one who needs to improve. Go hang out your shingle as a beta reader, and let writers come to you. If you do right by them, then perhaps you’ll get a good reputation, and more people will come to you for advice. Sure, that takes more time and work than just banging up into the comments on a random fic to tell the author what you would’ve done differently, but hey, it’s good for you.

[maralie-deactivated20211111]

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[fuckyahumor]

thanks in advance: get this done by the time i press “send”

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happy to help: this is the easiest thing in my inbox

i hope this helps: i’ve done all i’m willing to do

i did a bit of research: i googled it, because you’re too lazy to

sorry to chase: answer my email

so sorry to chase: answer my FUCKING email

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please contact my colleague: this isn’t my problem

i’m copying in my colleague: this isn’t my problem and i am thrilled about it

i’ll check and get back to you: i might forget to

i’ll let you know when i hear anything: i will forget to

can you check back with me in a week?: i’m hoping you will forget to

per our earlier conversation: i just yelled at you on the phone

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Reblogging to add a direct quote that I used today -

Please respect my work process: just do it the way I told you to and stop arguing with me, I don’t care what you think

[yukimcffblog]

Request Board Romance

So for my first Nalu fanfiction recommendation, I would like to recommend my friend MorriganFae’s work! It’s super good and her description of skills are to die for. The build of Nastu and Lucy’s relationship is like no other, truly devesting the layers of this fated pair!

Summary: Lucy and Levy are new to Fairy Tail. Having spent most of their lives at the all-girls guild, Mermaid Heel, the two are ready to explore their magic, friendship and maybe even dating. Forging friendships comes easy, but romance? Ha. Forget about it. Until one day, Lucy sees her picture on the request board. The mission? A date with Lucy. The reward? True love. A/U.

Ch 1 Link

[themorriganfae]

I write some NaLu fics.

[jessmalia]

Reblog if you are or know of an adult fan fiction writer

I’m trying to prove a point

[themorriganfae]

All the best people I know are FF writers.

[dct239394cvvd098dffgggp]

me: im writing a fic but its not alpha-d

friend: you mean not beta-d?

me: no i mean i havent written anything yet

[itsagoodluckkiss]

[satyrykal]

@themorriganfae, this makes me think of you every time you ask me about a chapter I was supposed to give you and didn’t becuase it wasn’t done XD

[themorriganfae]

Hahahaha. You’re the best. I can’t live without you either.

[fairy-edits]

♡ RAINY DAY ♡

-Akatsuki No Yona- (#Phone Wallpaper)

Credits: Mizuho Kusanagi’s Arts. Edit by me.

[themorriganfae]

Love. Love. Love.

[ravenstyx]

I just wanted to hop on, in the event that this guest brushes by my meager tumblr once in a while and say THANK YOU YOURE THE GREATEST AND IM ABSOLUTELY NOT CRYING.

I have two more stories to close up but finishing Brimstone was another nail in the coffin and I’m so sad. And scared. It’s weird going out into the world, wondering if you’re going to have an audience that’s willing to pay for your work (thank you, Eleeka, if you’re reading this, for being my first Patreon) but reviews like this make me feel like it’s possible failure may not be eminent.

@themorriganfae (I creeped you, sorry) has been helping me with a very special project, though, very patiently, because I’ve been a bit of a bull to work with, and I feel like maybe I’m almost ready to wobble out into the world.

Okay. Well. I just wanted to say thank you all and I love you all and I hate feelings.

[themorriganfae]

I’m always flattered beyond belief when a writing titan like FreyjaBee or Satyrykal wants to work with me. Floored.

“Okay, I love you all and I hate feelings.” Gah!!! I laughed. This is so you. We love you (said with All The Feelings). 😛

[yukimcffblog]

So...

Does anyone ever get disgusted with themselves after writing a lemon? Like not in a bad way but in a–Daaaamn, what kind of deprived, kinky, perverted, disgusting mother f’er am I??–kind of way? Or is that just me?

Nalu is just way too easy to write lemons for thanks to how kinky Mashima makes them…

[precenna]

I am sooo glad im not the only one that has this thought! I always find myself asking “Wow…how did I get this deep…and perverted?..damn life is weird.”

[yukimcffblog]

Exactly!! Like what is wrong with me? Wow I really needed to get this out, huh? Lol

But I also think it’s a testament to the stuff I read from Nalu and other fandoms that are pretty dirty so I just go along with it.

[themorriganfae]

This is a great topic. No, I don’t get embarrassed writing smut. Humiliation is an external emotion. “OMG someone will know this is me and read this and think I’m a freak!”

1) Let your freak flag fly, I say.

2) That’s what the warnings are for. Enter at your own risk.

3) We both are and are not the stories we tell.

4) Not every action in the story is going to reflect what we would personally do in a situation – fighting, flirting, fucking. It might just be what the characters would do and we run with it.

5) ^Probably most of it is what we would *like to do* (at least with our favourite characters) if we were trapped in whatever setting our story is in, if we’re being honest.

6) Writing is a type of freedom. (The best type of freedom, in my opinion, but I’m biased). Don’t hobble your creativity with fear, with embarrassment, with external forces. It’s just you and the page. Everything else comes after. Let the chips fall where they may.

[nanashiart]

Happy early birthday to @artilleon and @sugaronhaz. Hope you don’t mind some LadyBug crossovers ><. Have a great birthday!

[themorriganfae]

This is so playful and perfect. It fits with your story so exactly. Love the art. Love the writing.

[nanashiart]

Hi there new follower here your art is really incredible!! Thank you for sharing it with us! Wishing you the best :)

Omigosh!

Kyah!! Thank you so much! (i hope to keep on improving tho!)  It makes it all worth while sharing it with people who can enjoy it!

[themorriganfae]

My friend Satyrykal showed me the Ladybug/Chat Noir Nalu crossover art you did for her and your talent is off the charts!!! Love it.

[nanashiart]

Still alive! After 84 years of not posting anything, here’s the artwork done for the FT anniversary project.  Loads of mixed feelings about this. Happy coz I found some nice lightning brushes. Sad coz I don’t know how to use them well. Anyway!!  Here’s Laxus vs Natsu and Gajeel. 

[themorriganfae]

Your artwork is amazing! I especially love anything Fairy Tail. It’s perfect!

[nanashiart]

Happy early birthday to @artilleon and @sugaronhaz. Hope you don’t mind some LadyBug crossovers ><. Have a great birthday!

[satyrykal]

Fairy Tail - Miraculous Ladybug Crossover

Hey guys! checkout my crossover fanfic I wrote based on ladybug Lucy and Chat Noir Natsu! 

Cheers,

Satyrykal

Title: Miraculous Fairy Tail

Author: Satyrykal

Pairing: Natsu x Lucy

Genre: Romance/ Super Hero Crossover

Rating: M

Spoiler Warning: Not in the canon-verse, but pays homage to ideas in the Alvarez arc. It also has spoilers for the show Miraculous Ladybug!

Summary: In the daytime, Natsu was the rambunctious son of a mechanic while Lucy was the elegant daughter of a world class art curator. She was in love, but he was oblivious. At night, they donned their masks - fighting side by side to protect the streets of Magnolia. He was crazy for her, but she rebuked his advances. They were best friends. They were strangers. They were Lady Bug and Chat Noir. Super Hero Crossover AU.

Based on fanart by the amazing @nanashiart!

Read the story here, or preview the excerpt below!

CHAPTER 1 Excerpt – L’anniversaire

The breeze whistled through the night air, cool in the balmy heat of early September. The lights of the city stretched out in a sea of gold flecks, flickering in the reflection of the canals and cobblestone streets. It was quiet in the lazy hours past twilight and the evening crowds had begun to disperse, a scattering of stragglers scurrying quickly to their destinations. The park across the hill was lush, the tree canopies swaying slightly in sharp contrast with the brick and white-stone buildings lining the avenues.

The main throughway opened up to a marbled pavilion in the city center, low shrubbery and flower beds embellishing the walkways that led to the imposing building on the northside of the square. Six slender spires reached toward the heavens, towering above the rest of the skyline.

Kardia Cathedral’s heavy wooden door was intricately carved, well-kept but ancient. It was flanked by massive glass mosaics, gleaming in a kaleidoscope of colour. The high pitched roof was covered in curved shingles, coated in patina, and broken only by the main steeple where the polished brass bells tolled midnight.

An elderly couple held hands as they passed under the streetlamps below. Glancing at the church as they made their way, they missed the flicker of movement hidden between the gables.

A lone figure leaned against the belfry with her ankles crossed, allowing the shadows to swallow her form.

Her blonde hair was gathered into two parted pigtails, just brushing her clavicle as her gloved hand idly playing with the strands. She gazed out at her city, a small smile on her lips as her honeyed eyes scanned the horizon, waiting. Those bright orbs were bordered by a slim spotted band, the seams secured flush against her skin.

A near silent thump sounded behind her. She perked her ears as she canted her head towards it but remained otherwise motionless. She bit the inside of her cheek as she heard the pitter-patter of familiar footsteps, her spine relaxing as warmth curled around her waist, spinning her to face her truant companion.

She blinked, staring up into wide roguish jade – a thick onyx mask framing the emerald sparkling in the depths of his irises. The magic of his lenses tinted his eyes in a gold sheen even as his pupils narrowed to slits – utterly feline.

Just like the two black ears peeking through the rosy locks on the crown of his head.

Her back was braced against the stone as the arm released her, one clawed hand coming to rest by her head, while the other stayed out of her sightline. The man leaned over her, close enough that she could count his lashes, but not enough that he was invading her personal space.

She let her gaze travel across the expanse of his broad chest, the dips and rivets of his corded muscles clear under the dark leather of his skin-tight suit. She watched as his lungs expanded with each breath, his thick biceps flexing slightly as he rolled his shoulders with a raspy chuckle.

Her eyes glanced up at the sound, tracing his sharp jawline and the smirk plastered across his face, incisors visible between his lips.

“My Lady.” He purred, the deep rumble vibrating through him.

“Chaton.”

End of Excerpt.

Keep reading here on fanfiction.net!

[themorriganfae]

Aw, this is adorable!!!! The tension already! Love, love, love, love this!