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I’m not taking any requests at the moment, and at this point I honestly don’t know if I will ever open requests again or publish any new content here in the future. This decision isn’t temporary or tied to a specific timeline, and there’s a real possibility that things may stay this way indefinitely.

If you’re looking for more detailed information on why I'm not writing anymore, please read through the posts behind those links.

I appreciate your understanding and patience, and I kindly ask that you respect this boundary for now.

My disabled brother died

Our family colliding with ICE, which scared us into moving to Australia

Hey everyone. It’s weird logging back into this blog after being gone for so long. I kept thinking I’d make an update sooner and then weeks turned into months somehow. Life got really messy for a while, then suddenly really busy, and now I’m finally in a place where I can sit down and write something coherent again.

Anyway, I've settled fine. I know a lot of people were worried when everything was happening, especially near the end there, and honestly I was terrified too. But I’m okay. Better than okay, actually. My dad managed to get here too after a bunch of delays and bureaucratic nonsense, which was a huge relief because I don’t think I would’ve been able to relax properly until he got out as well.

My uncle is still trying to figure out what to do. Right now he’s looking at either Canada, the UK, or Australia because the situation over there keeps getting worse and he genuinely doesn’t feel safe anymore. The problem is that immigration authorities have basically decided what he is before he even opens his mouth. Some ICE people are still suspicious of him and keep implying he’s Mexican and therefore “illegal,” and apparently no amount of paperwork proving his family background changes anything. It’s like once they decide you “look wrong,” that’s it. Doesn’t matter what documents you have, doesn’t matter that he has proof of his ancestry, doesn’t matter that he’s literally trying to do everything legally. He isn’t white (or orange) enough for them, so they immediately treat him like he’s lying.

And before anyone starts with the “surely it can’t be that bad” comments: yes, it genuinely is getting scary. The atmosphere there changed so fast. People keep telling you that you’re exaggerating until someone gets harassed, detained, threatened, assaulted, or worse. Everyone’s angry all the time, everyone’s suspicious of each other, and it feels like you constantly have to monitor yourself in public. Even staying quiet doesn’t necessarily protect you anymore if somebody decides you “look” like the kind of person they hate.

It sounds dramatic when I write it out like this, but that’s honestly how it feels watching everything from outside now. Like my home country is turning into something unrecognizable. The constant fear, the paranoia, the aggressive nationalism, the obsession with enemies everywhere. It’s hard not to think about it ending up as authoritarian country in near future.

Apparently even posting stuff like this publicly could’ve put me at risk if I was still there, which is insane to think about. The fact that people can't openly talk about being afraid of getting shot over politics and everyone just accepts that as normal now is honestly horrifying.

As for my dad’s interview: it never aired. The network eventually decided not to broadcast it because they didn’t think his story would get enough engagement. Which is… frustrating, honestly. He was really disappointed about it because he spent a lot of time preparing for it and thought maybe it would help people understand what was happening to families like ours. But at the same time my little sister was secretly relieved. She was genuinely scared that if his face ended up circulating online or on TV, some MAGA lunatic would recognize him and target him over it. The fact that this was even a real concern for us says enough by itself.

But on a much lighter note, because not everything in my life is doom and panic anymore: I actually got an internship here through my former boss, and it’s going surprisingly well. Like… genuinely well. It’s one of the first times in a long time where I don’t wake up every morning feeling dread about the future.

The people there are incredibly nice. Not fake corporate nice either, just normal kind people. I was nervous at first because I still feel out of place here sometimes and I kept expecting everyone to see me as “the foreigner,” but nobody really treats me that way. A couple of my coworkers have gone out of their way to help me settle in and explain things, and somehow I’ve even made friends. Actual friends. Which I honestly didn’t expect to happen this quickly considering how isolated and stressed I was for most of last year.

A few weeks ago I also moved to one of the coastal cities, which still doesn’t feel real sometimes. I grew up so far away from the ocean that now I keep catching myself staring at it like an idiot every time I walk past the beach. I’m currently living in a shared apartment with a few people around my age and thankfully they’re all lovely. I was SO scared it would turn into one of those roommate horror stories, but everyone’s really chill and we get along well. We’ll cook together sometimes or just sit around talking late at night after work.

That said, I do eventually want my own place. Not because there’s anything wrong here, because honestly this apartment has probably been the first stable home environment I’ve had in a while, but I’ve realized I really value having space to myself sometimes. I miss being able to exist quietly without hearing someone in the kitchen or waiting for the bathroom or feeling socially “on” all the time. So once the internship hopefully turns into a permanent position and I have a more stable income, I’ll probably start looking for a small apartment.

Also — and this still feels weird to type — I somehow ended up with a boyfriend. Which absolutely was not on my 2026 bingo card.

We’ve only officially been together for about a month, so it’s still very new and we’re taking things slowly, but yeah. He’s really sweet. Calm in a way that balances me out a little. I think after the past couple years I forgot relationships could actually feel peaceful instead of stressful. We’re definitely nowhere near moving in together or anything like that yet, but it’s been nice having someone around who makes everything feel a little less heavy.

As for this blog… I still honestly don’t know.

Tumblr finally got back to me about the disappearing inbox requests situation from months ago and supposedly fixed it, but I still swear some asks are missing because the number definitely feels lower than it used to be. Unless I imagined that entirely, which I guess is possible too.

I’ve been thinking about writing again lately. Not seriously seriously, but enough that the thought keeps coming back. Every now and then I’ll reread something old or get a really nice comment on an old fic and it gives me that feeling again, you know? That little spark where your brain starts going “okay but what if I wrote just one more thing.”

And honestly, I miss it. I miss getting lost in stories for hours. I miss posting stories. I miss the sense of having a community around me.

But at the same time I’m scared to come back to it because I feel rusty now, and because life changed so much while I was gone. I don’t really know where I fit into fandom spaces anymore or whether I even want to fully return, or if this feeling is just because I finally watched the last season of MHA and have a small tickle to write for them again, if this feeling will die out once my hype dies. So I guess the answer right now is: maybe. Maybe I’ll write again someday. Maybe I won’t. I genuinely don’t know yet, so I don’t want to promise anything and then disappear again for six months.

Still, every kind comment people leave on old fics means a lot more than you probably realize. Sometimes I’ll read one after a horrible day and it genuinely changes my mood for the rest of the evening. So thank you for that.

And thank you to everyone who’s still here after all this time, honestly. I didn’t expect people to stick around through months of silence, but seeing familiar usernames again has been strangely comforting.

I hope all of you are doing okay too. Really.

Hello everyone. I wanted to share a proper update, because a lot has happened very quickly, and I know I’ve been quiet.

Thanks to a small miracle of timing and connections, things moved faster than we ever expected. My father’s best friend’s brother owns a moving company, and once he heard what was going on, he offered to help us. Because of that, everything that could be accelerated was accelerated. So the “children” of the family—me, my three older siblings, and my two younger sisters—arrived in Australia late last night. I’m writing this from my grandparents’ house, running on fumes, violently jet-lagged, and completely unable to convince my body that it’s supposed to sleep now.

It’s very late here, but my brain is still convinced it’s the middle of the day. I’m exhausted in that hollow, buzzing way where you feel sick and wired at the same time. Every time I close my eyes, I feel like I’ve just blinked instead of slept. On the bright side, at least Jared—the infamous garage spider of my childhood nightmares—no longer lives here, and apparently neither do his friends, cousins, descendants, or any other eight-legged horrors. That alone feels like a personal victory.

My older siblings—Nyla and my two brothers—are currently staying at the other house and sorting things out there. My parents decided that my younger sisters should stay here with our grandparents until they arrive themselves, and I volunteered to stay with them. Partly because they need someone familiar around, and partly because… well, someone has to keep things calm.

The stress has been intense for all of us, but it’s hitting my youngest sister especially hard. She’s terrified that something will happen to our dad. A few days ago, he was interviewed about our experiences, and there’s a real possibility that once it’s released—if it’s released—it could attract attention from MAGA types and people who already think anyone who speaks out deserves violence. She’s constantly spiraling, convinced that the interview will make him a target, that he’ll be killed, that we’ll never see him again.

I spend a lot of time trying to ground her, reassure her, talk her through the fear when it starts looping. It doesn’t help that my uncle told us one of his immigrant coworkers was interviewed as well, and his story was never published because the network “didn’t find it interesting enough.” Apparently, unless you’re shot in the head on camera, your suffering doesn’t qualify as news. Knowing that makes everything feel both safer and more bitter at the same time.

On a much smaller, more mundane note: I finally bought a new smartphone—one that can actually run Tumblr without crashing every five minutes. I’m still barely functional on it, but at least I can use it. I was finally able to edit my blog title and pinned post to explain my absence properly. Someone made a recommendation post about my blog recently and very clearly hadn’t read anything beyond my fic, because they advertised me as someone who takes requests. I had to correct that, and until now I literally couldn’t fix my own pinned post without errors. Small thing, I know, but it was weirdly relieving to finally get that sorted.

There’s also some good news on the work front, which I’m holding onto pretty tightly. My former boss is genuinely incredible. After hearing that our family left the U.S., he reached out to me on his own and offered to ask around. He’s going to contact some of his friends to see if anyone might be willing to take me on—as an intern, an assistant, a part-time worker, even just a substitute for something. Nothing is guaranteed, of course, and even if something comes through, it likely wouldn’t happen until at least the end of summer. It might also mean relocating closer to one of the coastal cities. But just knowing that someone is willing to advocate for me like that means more than I can really put into words right now.

I don’t know how many people are still reading my updates now that I’m not actively writing anymore. I honestly don’t even know who this message is reaching. But I wanted to say this anyway: I made it here. I’m safe. We’re exhausted, scared, stressed, and trying to reassemble our lives in a completely different country—but we’re here.

Thank you to anyone who’s still listening.

vanishingstarrs

i need y’all to recommend to me your god tier, most scrumpdillyicious, had you gnawing at the bars of your enclosure, bombtastic touya fics with smut please and thank you

redr0sewrites

OK SORRY THIS IS A FEW DAYS LATE BUT I HAVE A LOT BC IK A LOT OF WONDERFUL WRITERS WHO WRITE TOUAY SMUT SO I DID LIKE A LIST AJDHDJSJ I HOPE THIS WORKS

starting off stronggg:

anything by @deadhands69 is AMAZINGG their dabi fics r really yummy but in terms of smut my favs are harder softer harder and in the bathroom... but they also have a lot of yummy drabbles too and just awesome stuff

@crushmeeren literally everything they write is awesome but their touya fics r SOOO YUMMYYYYY my favs r this oral hc, taunting him during sex, and bodyguard touya!! they also have some really good smaus too

@curiousquirks !! their works are really good and really yummy when it comes to smut, all of their kinktober stuff is amazing but their other fics like late nights on concrete are really good as well

@bloodabi KAHSJSJ everything they write for touya is sooo good and so yummy, but when jt comes to smut their little blurbs and drabbles r amazingggggg i really like the little werewolf dabi blurb, this nsfw alphabet ask, nun!reader and demon dabi, omegaverse hcs, etc, but seriously everything they write is genuinely amazinggggg

@moonchild701 has some really good longer fics as well, with some softer fluffier vibes along w smut too !!!!! i really like pretty (like nothing else), red night (VAMPIRE AU YESSSSS), and making a bad day better, but they have sooo many good smutty fics its genuinely hard to pick just a few !!

i also have some of my own smutty touya fics, such as the nsfw alphabet , cumming untouched hcs, and handful if you'd be interested in those as well !! :)

all in all hope this helpssssss pls check out these writers they r so yum !!!!

deadhands69

Ahhh thanks Rose!! And thank you for the reading list!

Seconding Rose's fics, they're great!!

Adding to the list: anything by @candycandy00, @succulentmass, and @tapiocakisses, @wildflowersandbarley333 some great smutty Dabi fics on their old blog (and possibly new?), @writeriguess has some amazing ones (and I believe is taking requests rn too?), @red-riot-unbreakable-heart (the driver one?? 🫠🫠🫠), and @scary-grace recently wrote one with amazing characterization too!

(sorry for not linking individually, I'm tired today and on the phone app - I also know I'm forgetting quite a few too. Sorry!)

writeriguess

Hi, and thank you for thinking of me and for the recommendation—I genuinely do appreciate the sentiment behind it. That said, I think there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding here, so I want to take a moment to explain my situation more fully and clearly, because I feel like context really matters.

At this point in time, I’m not accepting requests of any kind. I also want to be upfront and say that I’m no longer actively using my Tumblr the way I used to. Over the past several months, I’ve made multiple posts explaining this, including updates and clarifications, which is why I was a little surprised to receive this message. That said, I completely understand that Tumblr’s algorithm is a mess and that not everyone sees every post or pinned update, so I don’t blame anyone for missing that information.

The reality is that the last seven months of my life have been extremely unstable, overwhelming, and painful in ways I never could have prepared for. A lot of major, life-altering events happened in a very short span of time, and they completely dismantled my ability to create. Writing used to be a huge part of who I was—it wasn’t just a hobby, it was how I processed the world—but it was also deeply intertwined with my brother. He was my biggest supporter, my motivation, and the person who always pushed me to keep going when I doubted myself. Six months ago, he passed away, and since then I haven’t been able to write a single sentence creatively. Losing him took away not just someone I loved, but the emotional foundation that made writing possible for me in the first place.

On top of that, my family went through another traumatic experience shortly after. My uncle was nearly killed by ICE because he is one quarter Italian and has facial features they interpreted as him being an “illegal Mexican.” That incident terrified our entire family to the point where we uprooted our lives and are in process of moving to Australia for safety. I don’t think people always realise how destabilising that kind of fear and displacement is, especially when it stacks on top of grief that hasn’t even begun to heal.

Because of all of this, I simply don’t have the emotional, mental, or creative capacity to take on requests, write fic, or engage with fandom in the way I once did. I’ve tried to be transparent about this by making posts and sharing links that explain the situation in more depth, all of which are available in my pinned post for anyone who wants a fuller understanding.

I truly appreciate the kindness behind the recommendation, but I really need people to respect the boundaries I’ve set during this period of my life. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and thank you for understanding where I’m coming from.

A little heads up for anyone who might message me expecting a reply: things are absolute chaos here right now. We are in the middle of preparing to move to Australia to stay in a house owned by my maternal grandparents, and later get our own place once we’ve settled in and sorted out citizenship and paperwork. I know I said earlier that we were planning to leave the USA anyway because we’re genuinely terrified of what Trump and his cult have turned this country into, but we kept postponing it because the idea of uprooting your entire life and moving across the planet is overwhelming. We kept thinking maybe we were overreacting, maybe things wouldn’t get that bad, maybe we could ride it out. Yeah. Not anymore.

This morning my uncle finally managed to call my dad and explain why none of us had been able to reach him for days. My dad is one quarter Italian because of his grandfather, and it does show in his and his siblings’ features — especially in my uncle’s face. Because of that, my uncle was violently detained by ICE a few days ago. He was only released this morning after they “confirmed” his legality, as if he ever needed to prove his existence in the first place. Our entire family is shaken, horrified, and absolutely enraged.

We have all seen the videos of ICE executions. Alex Pretti’s family has all our prayers. Watching a video where Alex is clearly already down, not posing a threat, and then seeing an agent casually step back and shoot him in the head is something I genuinely cannot unsee. And then scrolling down to the comments and seeing people cheer, justify it, and call it “necessary” made me feel physically sick. How broken do you have to be to watch an execution and think, yes, this is good? It honestly made us wonder how long it will take before MAGAs start forming their own little vigilante squads, playing cop, judge, and executioner, and just start murdering anyone they suspect of being undocumented because they don’t look white enough. Because that is clearly where this is heading.

And if you think this is just about immigration, let me remind you of the videos of ICE harassing Native Americans. Actual Native Americans. People whose families lived on this land long before the USA even existed. I’ve seen multiple clips of agents aggressively interrogating them, demanding documentation, trying to force them to “confess” they’re actually Mexican and illegally in the country. One of the agents even said to a Native American couple, “Americans don’t look like you.” Let that sink in. The sheer, jaw-dropping ignorance and racism of that statement is unbelievable. Americans don’t look like Natives? Then who the hell does? Europeans who showed up, slaughtered them, stole their land, shoved them into reservations, tried to erase their culture, language, and identity — those are Americans now, but the original people of this land somehow aren’t? The level of historical illiteracy, entitlement, and pure racist delusion in that one sentence is honestly horrifying. These people don’t even understand what country they live in, but they’re given guns, badges, and unchecked power.

And now this insanity has directly hit our family. My uncle was detained extremely violently. He complied with everything, said nothing, didn’t resist in any way, because he was genuinely terrified that one wrong move would get him shot in the street. While in the holding cell, ICE agents threatened him with beatings, repeatedly tried to intimidate him into “confessing” he’s an illegal Mexican, and treated him like he was subhuman. They humiliated him, scared him, and psychologically tortured him for days. And when they finally confirmed his legality, they basically just threw him out like trash. No apology. No accountability. No acknowledgment of the trauma they caused. Just “oops, our bad,” except without even the decency to say that.

They nearly destroyed a man’s life because of how he looks.

So yeah. We’re done. We are all in the process of migrating to Australia. This is no longer some vague future plan — this is happening now. Which means I’ll likely be very quiet for a while, because we are speed-packing our entire lives and desperately trying to find a realtor to help us sell our house. Everything is rushed, stressful, and overwhelming, but staying here feels genuinely unsafe. I don’t trust this country anymore. I don’t trust its law enforcement. I don’t trust its government. And I sure as hell don’t trust the mobs of radicalized people cheering this on.

The only thing I’m not mentally prepared for in Australia is the spiders. Wish me luck with that, because that is literally the only reason I’ve ever hated visiting my maternal grandparents. They once had this absolutely massive spider living in their garage that they named Jared, and I swear I spent every night convinced that he was going to crawl over my face while I slept. So yes, I’m fleeing a fascist nightmare straight into spider hell.

I have gotten quite a few new followers, and I just want to give everyone a heads up + an update of how I'm doing for old followers.

I’m unfortunately not active at the moment, and I don’t really know when — or if — I’ll be able to be again.

Last year was incredibly hard for me, and it kind of drained the joy out of creative writing. On top of that, my entire drafts folder disappeared and my old laptop died and we don't know if I can get the drafts back. Tumblr also won’t let me edit my pinned post or my blog description/title to let people know what’s going on, and I honestly haven’t had the energy to fight with it as much as I could.

That said, there have been some positive things too. I got a new laptop from my parents as a joint birthday and Christmas present (we didn’t really celebrate my birthday because of Nygel), so at least it’s easier for me to work on job applications now.

Also, the person who sent me that anon a while back about wanting to start an MHA x reader blog without smut actually came back and messaged me privately with their newly made blog! It’ll take them some time to set things up, but once they give me the go-ahead, I’ll be giving them a shoutout.

Thank you for understanding 💛

Im so sorry people are so awful. Please do not ever feel obligated to explain yourself to entitled idiots. You are so in the right for taking the time to look after yourself and be with your family. I hope the sun rises on a new dawn for you soon and that all idiots perish in its light.

Thank you so much for this. It really means a lot to feel so seen and supported. I’m taking things one step at a time and focusing on what actually matters right now. Your kindness and understanding genuinely helped today—more than you know. 💛

I hope you know you don’t have to entertain anyone especially people with nasty entitled attitudes, you’re aloud to do whatever you need or want especially with everything that’s been going on in your life. You’re an amazing person and I’m so sorry people talk to you like they do behind anonymous

Thank you so much for this. It truly means more than you know. I really appreciate the kindness and understanding—especially when things feel heavy. Messages like yours remind me that I’m allowed to set boundaries and take care of myself. I’m very grateful for your support 🖤

holy shit pls actually stop replying to hate because that last anon is the craziest thing i’ve ever read in my entire life i’m genuinely so pissed u deserve to own a weapon and use it freely, pls do not apologise to them or entertain them one bit and live ur life and heal from ur trauma and write as a hobby and as something u enjoy and not to please these imbeciles, and i’m so sorry for ur loss by the way i hope ur doing better

Thank you so much for your kindness. My sister Nyla often tells me that I don’t always recognize when someone is being hateful versus simply frustrated, and that I tend to take the bait because I assume they’re upset in good faith. I know I contributed to that frustration—I said a request would be out during the summer, then went completely silent, and when I came back I admitted I didn’t know when (or if) I’d return to this blog at all. I understand why that would upset people, and that part is fair. But as Nyla points out, there’s a difference between being disappointed and choosing to lash out instead of just unfollowing. I think moving forward I may stop responding to anything with even a slightly negative tone, even if that means unintentionally cutting out some people who didn’t mean harm.

pls don't apologies to ppl being rude to you you're writing fanfiction not giving them something essential to their livelihoods. ppl disappear all the time and they don't have to give a reason AT ALL. im genuinely so upset whenever i see you've received this kind of messages bc it's just pathetic to no end for them. your situation is one i'll never understand, but that doesn't mean i don't empathize, if someone can't even do that for you and just shrug off the passing of your family they don't deserve access to your blog or you. i know you've said you don't want to take anon down bc it's only a few ppl, but pls kno u don't deserve negativity for just not writing fanfiction, this isn't your job, it's a hobby and you're allowed to take a break from those if they no longer bring you joy or just don't fit your lifestyle anymore. i rlly hope this is coming off as positive bc i rlly do mean to say that you deserve positivity. im not saying this as someone who likes your writing or someone who thinks they know you, im saying this as a person who thinks entitlement shouldn't be responded to with such dignity they truly don't deserve it. but as someone who does enjoy your writing, please know you have shared your talent and it is a wonderful one, but you don't deserve to be mistreated over it. im wishing you and your family a wonderful day and that you can all be able to find a way to find comfort with the pain you are going through. there will be a day that starts feeling brighter, but it may take time, please hold onto hope for that.

Thank you so much for your kindness and for taking the time to say all of this. It truly means more than I can express. Earlier on, I felt differently, but lately I’ve changed my perspective and have been trying to take more active steps to protect myself from negativity and stress.

Unfortunately, I’m currently unable to close my asks or make nearly any changes to my blog at all. Whenever I try to edit my title, description, pinned post, or even disable asks, the app crashes immediately. We don’t know why this is happening. My sister’s account works perfectly fine on the same devices, but as soon as we log into my account, the crashes start.

We even tried accessing my account on my oldest sister’s work laptop. The issue still occurred there as well: the site returned a code error. At the time, I didn’t realize I should save or share the error code so we could look it up, and she’s since returned home, so we’re unable to check it again for now.

Because of this, my blog is currently almost non-functional aside from being able to make new posts. I’ve also received three additional requests since responding to that hateful ask, none of which acknowledge that their requests may never be written. That’s been extremely stressful, especially since many people seem to assume I’ll soon fulfill their requests, when the reality is that I very likely won’t ever get to them.

You promised to post requests you have already written. Why they are still not posted???? This is ridiculous. I know your brother's death and all messes thinhgs up but world isn't stopping just because your feeling bad and go thrtough bad things! You make promises and your obliged to fill them!

I understand your frustration, and I’m truly sorry. Unfortunately, a lot more went wrong than I ever expected.

While I was sorting my queue, it completely disappeared. Tumblr never replied to my support ticket, and shortly after that my laptop died before I could recover what hadn’t been posted yet. One request I managed to find is incomplete, and I don’t currently have the energy to finish it. After having my sister’s boyfriend—who works in computer tech—look at the laptop, he confirmed that the hard drive is at least partially corrupted. He’s trying to salvage what he can, but there’s no guarantee what—if anything—can be recovered.

On top of that, the past couple of weeks have been incredibly hard on my family, and more difficult things have happened since. My life is honestly in a downward spiral right now. I know I made promises, but at this point I may not be able to fulfill them, and that’s not something I can control.

I’m also extremely limited in how I can even be online. I don’t have access to my own device right now and can only check Tumblr occasionally when my sister lends me her phone. I don’t own a smartphone and don’t enjoy using them, so being here at all is difficult and inconsistent.

Because of all this, it’s very possible that I won’t be able to write for a long time—if ever. My blog may be quiet for a long while, and I genuinely don’t know if I’ll ever regain the motivation I had before. Any requests sent now are very likely to never be completed, and people are absolutely free to take their ideas elsewhere if they’d like.

What I’m struggling with right now is what to do about the volume of requests I’m still receiving. Many of them seem to come from people who only read my fics and don’t read any other posts, so they assume everything is fine and that I’m actively writing. There are so many requests that replying to each one individually to say “this will probably never be filled” feels almost taunting. At the same time, any general posts I make trying to warn people not to send requests tend to get missed and only result in even more requests.

I also can’t edit my blog title to reflect this situation—every time I try to save changes, the app crashes. So I feel stuck between not wanting to ignore people, not wanting to mislead anyone, and not having the tools or energy to manage it properly.

I’m really sorry for the disappointment. This isn’t how I wanted things to turn out, but this is the reality I’m dealing with right now.

hi neema! i tried sending this yesterday, but my connection was bad so tumblr just deleted the ask lol. anyways, i just wanted to wish you and your family as much goodness as possible — i know losing a loved one can never be undone, but i hope that whatever else is keeping you busy, can be resolved without too much stress. holidays can be particularly bad with loss, so im sending you all my strength to get through these tough times. as always, much love and i hope for only the best ♡

Thank you so much for this incredibly kind message. It truly means more than I can say. Your words and thoughtfulness are deeply appreciated, especially during a time like this. The holidays can be heavy, but knowing there are people out there sending love and strength makes it a little easier to carry. I’m wishing you nothing but goodness as well, and I’m grateful for your support and care. Much love!

Hi Neema, with Christmas around the corner, I just wanted to reach out and see how you and your family are doing. The holidays are rough when you've lost someone, and I don't mean to be out of place, but it can also bring you all closer together. I'm still so sorry for what happened and I keep you and your family in my thoughts and prayers. I hope that you all are able to enjoy this season at least a little. Your brother is still in your hearts and always will be ♡ I'm sending love and hugs to you and your family and hope you have a lovely Christmas. ❤️

Hello lovely, I’m so sorry for the late reply. The past week has been incredibly busy and overwhelming for us. We have been going through a lot recently, on top of losing Nygel, and it feels like everything has hit us all at once. It’s been a really heavy and crushing time. I don’t have the energy to go into everything that’s happened over the last few days, but unfortunately none of it has been good. This has truly been the hardest Christmas of our lives.

Thank you so much for keeping me and my family in your thoughts—it genuinely means more than I can express and does bring a small bit of comfort. 🤍

ABOUT SMUT IN MHA FANFICTION

About a week ago, I received an anonymous message from someone who’s interested in writing MHA fanfiction. They don’t plan on writing smut and were worried they might not feel welcome in the fandom because of that. I made a poll in response to let the community speak, but the answer options weren’t very well thought out and ended up giving a misleading impression—making it seem like most people don’t want more non-smut content in the tags, even though comments on that post painted a picture of people loving smut/reading both, but would like it if there wouldn't be so much of it.

Because of this, I’ve made a new poll with better options. I hope this isn’t bothering anyone or clogging the tags.

SMUT IN FANFICTION/MHA FANFICTION

I only read non-smut content, I skip all smut fics/am not interested in smut

I read both, but there's not enough non-smut in fanfiction tag

I read both, the balance between the two is fine as it is

I read both, but there's not enough smut in the fanfiction tag

I only read smut, I skip all non-smut fics/am not interested in non-smut

Voting ended onDec 27, 2025

Hey just a tip, your poll options are pretty bad. I recommend revising them: I only read non-smut content, I read smut but I think there's too much of it, I think it's fine just how it is right now, and I only read smut, non-smut doesn't interest me.

You’re right, and I apologize. I’ll repost the poll with improved answer choices.

I'm embarrassed to ask this but I'm an aspiring fanfiction writer and I've really gotten into MHA through your fics but.... the fandom seems to be very smut heavy. Do you think my fics will be accepted into the fandom even when I would not write smut?

I'm not a minor and I feel like me not writing smut despite not being a minor would negatively affect whether I'm welcome into the fandom.

Hi! Sorry it took me a while to reply — on top of everything else, my laptop decided to completely die. I’m currently borrowing my sister’s laptop and trying to figure out how to recover my fics from the old one (yes, yes, I know, I should’ve backed them up somewhere else and I did at one point but I have no idea where it is now 😅).

That said, I really don’t think you’d have any trouble being welcome in the fandom. My sister reads a lot of MHA fanfiction, and she regularly complains about how much she wishes there were more well-written non-smut fics out there. I seriously doubt she’s the only one who feels that way.

If you don’t mind, I also made a poll so other people can weigh in, since neither my sister nor I are the ultimate authority on the fandom. People are absolutely welcome to leave advice in the replies or send anon asks too if they’d prefer.

About smut in the MHA fandom

There's too much of it, I would like to see more non-smut content

I do not have a preference, I read both

I only read smut, I'm not interested in non-smut pieces

Voting ended onDec 20, 2025

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I’m really sorry to share some disappointing news, but it looks like my entire queue has disappeared. After spending days trying to fix the issue where posts were getting stuck and refusing to publish when scheduled, something glitched and wiped the whole thing out — including all the fics I had queued.

Thankfully, I still have everything saved on my laptop. If Tumblr doesn’t respond to my support ticket, I’ll start reposting things manually once I have the energy to sort through the folder. It hasn’t been organized in a long time, so there are hundreds of files all mixed together — published pieces, unpublished drafts, everything — and I’ll have to open each one to check the details, see when it was last edited, and figure out whether it’s already been posted here.

Heads up though: I never kept track of non-anon requesters, so I unfortunately can’t tag people who requested off-anon. I don’t always remember which requests were anon or not, or what usernames they came from. I’m really sorry about that.

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