enough tags yo

I’ve updated the cuddle pile with all the faces of the people whose messages I have answered thus far. My apologies if I missed you. I might update it again in the future once I’ve answered more asks and have the time. Enjoy the fruits of my procrastination. If for whatever reason you don’t want your icon included and I used it please let me know and I will edit it out. 

Even if I get lost
Even if the rough waves push me away and it takes long
So I can find you again, so I can be in your arms
Always stay right there

when will i stop being team soap trash part 4 (i, ii, iii

  • Bin looking over at where Eunwoo just slid into the shop, hands weighed down with bags of… food? 
    • Okay, bitter at Eunwoo or not, food is another matter 
    • Eunwoo laughing a little at the way Bin’s eyes brighten at the smell of food and the way his hands break away immediately from where he’s halfway through carving a bead to make grabby hands at Eunwoo’s bags 
    • Eunwoo pulling out boxes of rice and vegetables and beef and Bin nearly crying in happiness 
    • Because Badboy!Bin or not, he’s still the same boy who packs away two bowls of rice per meal and tries to bargain for more meat with stall holders
    • Bin shovelling rice into his mouth and beaming at Eunwoo 
    • Eunwoo snorting fondly because look at this grumpy boy with his eyeliner and piercings and motorbike beaming like a kid because Eunwoo brought him beef 
    • Eunwoo and Bin eating in silence for a while, before Bin asks: “why haven’t you changed your bead?" 
    • Eunwoo, glancing down
    • He hasn’t gotten any beads in the past five years because he hasn’t came down to the seaside then, but he also doesn’t want to tell Bin that he’s kept the red bead around his neck for the past six years instead of switching it out with the one his mother chose when he was 12 
    • Eunwoo fishing his silver chain from around his neck and slipping it over his head and handing Bin his bead
    • Bin, fingers gently running over the small moon carved on one side of the small stone
    • Eunwoo, mumbling: "it was the last one you chose. It reminded me of you.”
  • Bin slumped over the counter, hands toying with chime parts he’s supposed to be assembling 
    • His bangs are sticking to his forehead and he idly thinks about getting up to turn the fan up to a higher speed 
    • But also it’s too hot to move so whatever 
    • Bin’s phone buzzing 
    • Jinjin: “beer tonight!" 
    • Rocko: "ew" 
    • Jinjin: "you don’t have to drink it I’m the only legal one anyway" 
    • Rocko: "old man" 
    • Jinjin: ”>:( u lil shit" 
    • Jinjin: “field by my place?" 
    • Bin: "possibly busy" 
    • Rocko: "bring whoever you’re thinking about" 
    • Bin: "noT THINKING OF ANYONE”
    • Jinjin: “bring the one you told us about that one time you cried" 
    • Jinjin: "isn’t he here" 
    • Jinjin: "that’s why you bailed on us for lunch yesterday right" 
    • Bin: typing…
    • Rocko: "Jinjin ur gon die he said never to bring it up ever again" 
    • Bin: (typing) 
    • Jinjin: "o shiT" 
    • Bin: "ok" 
    • Rocko: ?????????? 
    • Bin: "I’ll bring him" 
    • Bin: "don’t scare him off" 
    • Rocko: "we’re pure beans idk what ur saying bitch" 
    • Jinjin: "he’s from the city nothing can scare him" 
    • Bin: "we’ll see.”
  • Eunwoo at wooden boardwalk at sunset, swinging his legs and kicking up small sprays of water and plucking at his guitar 
    • He hasn’t touched one in a long time, but Sanha’s been trying to get him back into it so he can play with Sanha while Sanha and MJ sing 
    • Sanha tells him to sing too, but Eunwoo still thinks he’s lacking a little so he doesn’t want to try
    • Eunwoo you idiot you’re never lacking to us ;;;;;
    • Bin pulling up on his motorbike and parking and leaning on his bike and watching Eunwoo from a distance 
    • Eunwoo’s glowing in the sunshine, white tank billowing slightly in the wind and light wood guitar glinting 
    • And he looks ethereal, Bin thinks 
    • Even from this distance he sees the darkness of Eunwoo’s eyelashes as Eunwoo looks up over the waves 
    • He sees Eunwoo’s nose and Eunwoo’s crinkly smile as he tilts his head back and looks at the sky 
    • He sees Eunwoo’s fingers dancing over the strings and he hears Eunwoo’s soft voice floating with the sea breeze 
    • Bin swallowing hard and rubbing his nose and sauntering over to Eunwoo
    • Bin: “come with me." 
    • Eunwoo: ??????
    • Bin, hands in pockets and looking Very Tsundere
    • Don’t lie, Bin, we know ur a soft
    • Bin jerking his head over to his bike and waiting for Eunwoo to stand up 
    • Eunwoo: ????????? 
    • Bin sighing and gently tugging Eunwoo to his feet 
    • Eunwoo, bewildered but also enjoying the feel of Bin’s palm against his own 
    • And before he realises it, Bin’s released his hand, slung the guitar around Eunwoo’s back and attached the helmet on his head 
    • Eunwoo blinks 
    • Bin, jerking his head again towards his bike: "get on.”
    • Doesn’t matter that Eunwoo would follow Bin wherever if Bin wanted him to 
    • Getting on the bike means he gets to backhug Bin again and Eunwoo is so down for that 
    • (time jump bc I don’t know how to break scenes)
  • Bin stopping the bike at a large, empty field lit with the last rays of sun 
    • Eunwoo: ?????????? 
    • Bin, unbuckling Eunwoo’s helmet and locking it in the storage (?? Idk what you call this) 
    • Bin grabbing Eunwoo’s hand and leading him to the middle of the field, where two vague blobs are 
    • Eunwoo tensing up because Bin’s friends ???
    • Also Eunwoo very much enjoying Bin’s mindless grabbing of his hand 
    • Eunwoo’s grip slightly tightening when they get closer and he sees beer 
    • Bin isn’t legal 
    • He can’t be caught with beer 
    • Eunwoo, starting to say something but then catching sight of Bin’s friends 
    • And to say the least, Eunwoo was expecting bad-boy friends too, with angry stares and piercings and cigarettes and maybe an illegal tattoo or two 
    • He doesn’t expect a brunette wearing pretty much what Bin is wearing and sucking on a watermelon slice and trying to spit seeds at the other person 
    • Or a small blonde boy in an oversized pastel pink shirt and silver glasses clutching a beer can and yelping and ducking 
    • Eunwoo blinks 
    • Smol blonde boy looking up and beaming and yelling at Bin to get his ass over with his pretty boy 
    • Eunwoo flushing and dropping Bin’s hand and adjusting the guitar strap digging into his shoulder 
    • Bin quietly cursing Jinjin in his head 
    • Rocko’s eyes lighting up: “cooL CAN YOU ACTUALLY PLAY THAT yo guitar players are so cool" 
    • Eunwoo, thinking of a screaming soggy noodle who is Definitely Not Cool and offering a weak smile 
    • Jinjin squinting at Eunwoo in the dying light and deciding out loud that nope, while Eunwoo is very beautiful Eunwoo isn’t old enough and therefore can’t have beer
      • Never mind the fact that it’s 0.1% alcohol 
      • He can’t have it 
      • Eunwoo smiling weakly because he really wasn’t intending on having one anyway 
    • And before Bin and Eunwoo sit themselves on the ground, Rocko launches right into the story of how Hwiyoung finally got the courage to confess to his crush 
      • And how she rejected him because one time when they were younger she wrote him a confession note that he didn’t read and- 
      • Eunwoo: "the teacher ended up finding it and reading it to the whole class?" 
      • Jinjin: 
      • Rocky: 
      • Bin, smiling to himself, mildly in shock because ????? He didn’t expect Eunwoo to remember that one story
      • Hell, he didn’t even connect it until Rocky came back crying with laughter with a groaning Hwiyoung and Hwiyoung telling him the story while Rocky doubled over clutching his stomach 
      • Jinjin: "Bin really told you everything when you were younger, huh?" 
      • Bin immediately sobering slightly and looking down at his hands 
      • Eunwoo, stuttering slightly: "yes, before I went away" 
      • Jinjin swallowing at the sudden awkwardness in the air because wow way to go Jinjin 
    • Jinjin deciding, go big or go home right? 
      • Jinjin proceeding to exposE BIN 
      • Jinjin: "did you know when Bin was 14 and a girl confessed to him he turned her down by saying he had a boyfriend in the city" 
      • Rocky seizing up because Bin’s head has shot uP and he’s giving Jinjin a glare hot enough to burn through the centre of the earth 
      • Jinjin hurrying on and pretending to squint at Eunwoo in the moonlight: "she thought you were imaginary and demanded proof and Bin showed her the Polaroid he keeps in his wallet" 
      • Eunwoo swivelling to look at Bin because what Polaroid? 
      • Rocky deciding to heck it, if they’re exposing Bin they might as well be good friends and embarrass him the whole way 
      • Rocky sliding Bin’s wallet out of his back pocket and Bin yelping and Jinjin holding Bin back
      • Rocky, gingerly lifting the Polaroid of Eunwoo’s attempt to take a selfie with the small crescent moon someone carved into the side of a tree: "this one!!!!" 
      • Eunwoo flushing because yeah, he remembers taking those but
      • He didn’t know Bin brought it everywhere with him 
      • He didn’t know Bin still does 
      • Jinjin, humming: "to be fair we all thought you were imaginary until we saw that photo" 
      • Rocky, adding: "highkey still thought you were imaginary up till you appeared just now because who the hell looks so pretty when they’re 11" 
      • Jinjin, reaching over and prodding Eunwoo’s arm: "still think so tbh" 
      • Eunwoo, blushing more because stOp he’s not that handsome but also because wow he didn’t expect Bin’s friends to be so soft 
      • And so ready to expose Bin 
      • Bin already resigned to his fate and his face buried in his hands 
    • Bin slipping out a cig and Rocky slapping his hand faster that Eunwoo can open his mouth 
      • Rocko: "stop pretending you’re badass and can smoke you bitch we all know you’ve had that same pack for the past month and it’s not even half finished" 
      • Eunwoo laughing out loud this time because wow they’re really ready to expose 
      • Jinjin: "also he got piercings because he saw this one magazine about city fashion and decided he’d look cool with it" 
      • Rocky, thoughtfully: "but he was also scared so he dragged both of us along with him" 
      • Jinjin: "and made us get matching piercings" 
      • And immediately Eunwoo is leaning over to look at Jinjin’s and Rocky’s piercings and the three of them collapsing in giggles 
      • Rocko, excitedly: "also he cried when he got his helix pierced" 
    • Bin just giving up and just flat out whining incoherently at both his "friends" 
      • Eunwoo just laughing more and reaching over to rub Bin’s knee
      • Bin turning to whine at Eunwoo: "see what you left me with when you went back to the city” but bin stopping mid-sentence because 
      • Eunwoo’s eyes are sparkling 
      • He looks so thoroughly amused and his gaze is delighted and fond and there’s something else soft underneath all of that that causes Bin’s breath to catch 
      • Bin moving his hand as casually as he can to cover Eunwoo's 
      • Bin’s heart racing as Eunwoo doesn’t pull away 
    • And as the night wears on and Rocky and Jinjin and Eunwoo laugh more at Bin’s expense (“what about the time last year another girl confessed to him and he pretended to celebrate his fifth anniversary with you”, “oh my god he did whAT”) Bin finds himself thinking of the times he used to tell himself that maybe it was alright to fall sometimes, as long as Eunwoo’s there at the end of it 
    • But how when Eunwoo left he just figured that, you know, 
    • It was just better not thinking of him 
    • But despite all the safety lessons they’ve had at school, it’s slipped Bin’s mind and Bin’s forgotten that the further out to sea a wave is pulled, the stronger it comes rushing back
  • Eunwoo, thumbing through music sheets at his grandfather’s piano 
    • Some of these he remembers playing, others not so much 
    • Until he comes across a music sheet, notes scribbled on in pencil rather than printed off in ink 
    • “Bin”, it reads 
    • Eunwoo smiling a little and placing it on the stand before lightly pressing his fingers to the keys 
    • It’s bright and a little clumsy and choppy and Eunwoo doesn’t know why half the notes in there are in there at all 
    • But he smiles to himself when he plays it, the shadow of eleven year old Eunwoo’s stubby fingers chasing the flow of his own 
    • It reminds him of sunshine and cold waves and heat rising from wood and when, it ends where the pencil marks trail out a page and a half in, melody bright as the full moon and the promise of forever, Eunwoo goes in search of a pencil 
    • Eunwoo isn’t actually sure where along the way he started falling for Bin
    • But somewhere in the last month spent by Bin’s side, his heart’s been tucked into Bin’s, a love letter folded gently into the pages of Bin’s book

i swear the next one is the last one i honestly didn’t intend on making it more than 3 parts but here i am, a binu mess, 

Part 2/2; Part 1 [here]

“Doppio appeared a few years after the fire. I’ve only seen him once or twice so I’m not sure why he came about, Dia should be able to answer that question better I suppose… Regardless, it’s a good thing that he came about.”

“I’ve spent most of my life being so afraid of everything, I’d forgotten how it felt like to be a child. The world through Doppio’s eyes has always been so brilliant and wonderful, no matter how briefly I saw it.”

“He disappeared some time later. I suppose he must have forgotten that we exist? It must be nice to keep that innocence, though… I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little jealous.”

              hello  hello  hello  !        hobbit  here  with  a  not  so  new   aizawa  shouta   from  my  hero  academia    /     boku  no  hero   academia  !     i’d  be   hella   rad   if   you   could   tell   your  cat  /   dog   /   both  about   me        &      reblog /  like   this   post !   please ,   spread   the  word  !    i’m  under  hella   constructions   rn   but   boi ,    i   missed   emo   dad   and   writing  his  sarcastic   ass  tbh !    warning;   he’s  blunt      &     tired   25 /  8.. !    smooches !  

idk why I love drawing Isabelle in this outfit so much.


(Edit) Here’s a link for version with a background in case you wanted to use for a phone wallpaper or lockscreen or whatever  http://imgur.com/70RA5v9 

Oh yeah I was training with Gladio and I was dodging and warping to avoid his attacks. I started to sing “ can’t touch this! ” But then he threw his sword at me and it killed me.

I dropped my controller and started to lose my shit laughing. Yes I think my character is a lil shit.

Before we begin...

Hi there, random stranger reading this blog. I hope you’re having a wonderful day full of Love and Light. If you’re not, go stab the bitch bringing you down! (That’s a joke. I’m anti-violence. Hello, Wiccan?)

Anyway.

I just wanted to kind of give a little mini-speech sort of thing here to set the basics of what you can expect to see on this blog. I have two basic intentions which will guide the nature of posts you’ll be seeing: 

  • First and foremost, to share my Craft with others who are curious about Wicca, want to learn about this particular Path, or are already on said Path and know even more than I do about it.  I want to stress here that I am talking about my personal practice, which is an eclectic flavour of Wicca based on my roots in Celtic neopaganism, and my 13 years of practice as a Witch in the (now disbanded, sadly) Sacred Circle Coven of the Piedmont. I know full well that not every witch will agree with every thing I say on this blog, and you know what? That’s absolutely wonderful. So here’s the disclaimer/spoiler/trigger warning/fine print: I am a “religious” witch who practices a Craft of worship in the loose structure called Wicca. I deeply respect all witches and all Crafts and Paths, be they secular, religious, chaotic, or otherwise! So, with that said, I’ll be posting things straight out of my own personal Book of Shadows: the Rede, charges, information about the deities I personally worship, spells, references, so on and so forth. You know how a BoS works. And if you don’t, well, every post after this one is basically gonna BE a living BoS.  Fite me. <3
  • And secondly, I want to use this blog as a platform to show what it’s like to BE a witch in my situation. Like it says on the header up there under the nice fabulous pentacle with the rainbow sheen on it, I’m a queer boyo. I’ve identified as gay for the last 15 years of my life (I came out young, lol), but… stuff and things, and I just feel like “queer” fits better. I live in the Southeast of the United States, and furthermore, I spent my childhood in Québec, the land of my Father and his family, as well as the direct tie to my witchy heritage. So to say I don’t quite fit in here is an understatement, and when you add being a witch to the mix, it gets kind of complicated. Did I mention I work at two Christian churches as a musician? Yeah. So, slice-of-life kinda things will be a big feature in this BoS/blog/safe haven.

So yeah, uh… I hope you enjoy your stay? I like making friends by the way, so talk to me! Send me messages or asks or whatever! I only have like three friends in the real world, and one of them has stolen my heart right out of my chest, so yeah, if you like what you see here or have any questions or comments or, most importantly, criticisms, please don’t hesitate to reach out. I’d also like to mention that this is a Safe Zone blog and I don’t just mean for LGBTQ+/MOGAI stuff, I also mean for people struggling with depression or suicidal ideation; my ask box/inbox/whatever messaging is called nowadays is a safe, quiet place to which you can always come for help. I know what it’s like. I’ve been there. Please don’t hurt yourself. Talk to me instead!

Thanks for stopping by.  Merry meet and merry part, and merry meet again!

Blessèd be!

~puer maga/witchy boyo

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“To see if I wanted a second date.”
“And?”
“Definitely.”

Until Dawn: Chris x Ashley

The Safe Room: P2. (2/2) Part 1

     The run upstairs was quick and painless for the most part. They moved silently, barely making a sound save the odd creek of the old wooden floors and stairs of the lodge.
     As they made it to the top floor, the sound of a door being kicked in from somewhere in the basement made them both jump as they looked behind themselves. Someone was after them, it was a fact now, and Chris couldn’t have been more scared. He turned himself around as he kept Ashley moving, and within a few more steps they were turning a corner and heading down the hallway that connected to the upstairs bathroom. Without thinking twice he reached for the handle and threw the door open, catching it before it could slam against the wall. They had made it, and as Chris closed the door behind them he leaned his back against it as he tried to control his breathing.
     He saw Ashley staring at him as he leaned with all his weight against the door, her face full of concern and anxiety, and froze. She made him feel hallow, and he knew the only thing that could possibly fill him up was the touch of her skin against his. He sighed as he closed his eyes, focusing on Ashley instead of the twist in his gut that told him to start running away.
     “See?” he said with a half-assed smile, his voice barely above a whisper. “All good. We made it.”
     “But what’s out there Chris? What do you think is behind us?”
     “I, uh. I don’t know, but, its not getting in here.”
     “How can you possibly know that?” whispered Ashley, the words coming out almost harshly as she nervously bit her lip.
     “Ash don’t freak out, we need to keep our heads screwed on, right?” She paused for a moment, and Chris leaned away from the door.
     “R-right,” she said. “You’re right. I’m just-“
     “Freaking out. I am too, don’t worry, let me do the freaking out for the both of us,” Chris finished, and though his tone was light-hearted, it didn’t seem to resonate well with Ashley.
     Frowning slightly as he took a small step forward, Chris turned and locked the door as quietly as he could, confident now that whoever was after them didn’t have a clue as to where they were. He had time to look after her now, and that was all he wanted more than anything in the world. He breathed out a sluggish sigh of relief as he turned back around, and took Ashley’s hand in his as he guided her to the sink.
     “Here,” he said. “Sit up on the counter, we should be able to find something to help your eye in here, but who knows, we might need to operate.” And without argument Ashley did as she was told, kicking her legs out as she edged her way back onto the counter by the sink. He noted that she hadn’t even smirked at this sad excuse of a joke, and began searching for a first-aid kit. 
     He was no doctor. Sam was the one who got the most scrapes out of their friend group, and if she were there she would have known what to do. But Sam wasn’t there, and for all he knew, she was dead.
     Chris swallowed back the rising panic he felt choking at his throat, and calmly began rummaging through the cupboards at Ashley’s feet, then the ones above her head, and came up with a few bandages and some hydrogen peroxide.
     “Guess this’ll have to work, for your cuts I mean. Not, like, on your eye or anything,” he stammered, and he looked back to Ashley, sad that he hadn’t found any painkillers.
     Her eye was swollen and red, and she winced when he gently placed a hand on her cheek.
     “Jeez Ash…” he said, his ability to speak fading away as he fully took in the damage done to her face. He was getting angry again, but the anger dissipated as her expression softened.
     “Chris, I’m fine. Really,” she said, but the words didn’t make sense, he knew her well enough to know that she was the type to lie about being in pain.
     “You aren’t alright.”
     “I am.”
     “No, you aren’t,” he said almost forcefully, and Ashley closed her eyes as she bit the inside of her lip. She didn’t move away from the hand that still rested on her cheek, and Chris didn’t dare move a muscle.
     He was coming off too harshly, he could feel it, but his need to keep her safe, make her feel protected, it was drowning him. He wanted to take her away from all this. Make her forget about Josh being torn apart and the gun he nearly held to her head. The gun.
     The memory made him drop his gaze to the floor, and he rested his hand that was once touching Ashley’s cheek on her shoulder.
     “I’m… I’m so sorry Ashley,” he whispered, and for a moment they were frozen in time, but then Ashley was moving, her hair coming into his peripheral as she leaned in closer to him, and then came the touch of her head to his.
     “Chris,” she said. “What you did for me, I- I have no words Chris. I mean. I just… Thank you, Chris. Thank you.”
     Another moment of pause passed between them before Ashley brought up her arms and slowly draped them over Chris’s shoulders.
     “I don’t want to be your burden Chris,” she said. “I’ll make it up to you. I’m the sorry one.”
     “What are you talking about?” Chris asked, and he raised his head as Ashley did the same. They locked eyes, and again that same hallow feeling made Chris want to drop to his knees. “You’ve never been a burden. All that’s happened to us. Everything I’ve done… It was all worth it. Being with you, that was all I ever wanted… None of this, none of my time was wasted.”
     She watched him with cautious eyes, and Chris couldn’t tell what she was thinking, not until she smiled softly and leaned her forehead in toward him. Meeting her half way he rested his forehead against hers, the pink and purple wool of her hat scratching him as he found himself nearly smiling as well. But how could he be brought to a smile after all he had seen?
     “It’s just not fair,” she whispered, looking toward her knees as she let out a deep sigh. Was she trying not to cry?
     “It doesn’t really matter if its fair or not,” he said, and he could tell that Ashley was listening to everything he was saying intently. “As long as we’re together. I. Um… Well. It will be alright.”
     And without warning Ashley tilted her chin upwards, bringing her lips closer to Chris’s as she kept her eyes closed. And just like that, they were kissing.
     There was a moment of complete surprise as Chris felt his entire body go rigid all at once only to relax seconds later. Ashley’s lips were touching his. They were kissing, and her mouth was warm against his as his thoughts raced. With all that had happened, a kiss from Ashley was the last thing he would have expected, yet here he was, and only one thing made sense in his mind. 
     “I love you,” he whispered, his words barely forming against her mouth as he prayed silently that she wouldn’t hear his heartbeat. And then he worried, had he actually told her that he loved her? Was it even his own voice? It sounded far too scared and awkward to be his own, yet still, the words slipped through the cracks of the quickly breaking dam that held back all that Chris had wanted to say to Ashley for a long, long time.  
     “I know Chris…” she whispered back, and he could feel her lips slowly slipping into a smile against his “… and I love you too.”
     His heart clenched in his chest, but after the nearly painful moment of shock after hearing those words come from Ashley’s mouth came a sincere sort of longing that filled up all the hallow parts Chris had left inside, and he leaned in fast, kissing her harder as he reached up and put a hand behind her head. He was drowning again. Drowning in his need to keep Ashley close by and to protect her. But he had done it. She was safe. And so was he. And they were kissing as if they might never see each other again, but for some reason Chris didn’t mind the intensity at all. Until finally they pulled away from each other slowly, savouring the release of their weariness, and embarrassing the possibility of surviving until dawn. They could make it, together, and completely start over, as long as they had each other to do it with.
     And then came a silence, so peaceful and fulfilling that it made Chris want to cry in Ashley’s arms as he watched her, his world drenched in the pale green that was her eyes, and felt all the oxygen in his lungs leave his body as she leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his again.
     “Ashley, if I… if I don’t make it past tonight-“
     “Don’t talk about that. Please.”
     “But if I don’t Ash, you can’t let yourself die. Promise me, please, promise me that you won’t give up, that you’ll keep fighting after I’ve… died… Just in case. Please Ash, please.”
     She paused for a moment, hesitating as she took in Chris’s words, but when she finally spoke, she saved him with two small words.
     “I promise.”

BullySquadess Cover Art Contest!

For those of you unaware, I recently made a Wattpad account where I plan on posting all my fanfics. Since I’ve only ever used ao3, I dont have official covers for my stories, and have decided to open a contest to select art I think would match my stories. I’ll be accepting entries until July 30th.

Rules:

  1. Create a cover that is 256x400. It can be fanart or a photomanip but be sure to use content you own/have permission to edit. Text is optional.
  2. Post your work under the tag #BullyCovers (all one word) as well as the fic name.
  3. At the deadline, I’ll select my top three picks for each fic and then open  up a poll for my followers. Final winners will be decided by popular vote.

Fics I need covers for:

  • The Ladybugs and the Bees
  • Sugar, Sugar
  • Tandem
  • Black Cats and Curtain Calls
  • “Can you D.D?”
  • Stick and Poke
  • d a n . Marinette ur bobbie s

If you are unfamiliar with one or more of these fics, they can all be found here.

I know most of the entries will be for tlatb, but I would also love to have options for my lesser-known fics, so please consider making something for the bolded stories. Good luck!

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