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Hi Moddy! I absolutely ADORE silkysatinbunny (I’ve had two rabbits myself)! Rabbits constantly chew on everything, because their teeth never stop growing and they need to be worn down so they don’t hurt the bunny. Would the chewing ever be a problem for Qui-Gon and/or Obi-Wan?

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Snatching the bunny from the floor and the chair leg he had been gnawing, Qui-Gon let out a deep groan as he settled on the edge of his bunk. “Again Obi-Wan?” He murmured, exasperation and husky sleep in his voice as the man settled the padawan down on his lap, petting gently.

He got a sheepish, regretful feeling through their bond, a soft whine coming from the boy as he pressed up into the petting.

Sighing softly, Qui-Gon felt a reluctant smile cross his lips. “I know the urge to chew is strong Obi-Wan, but chewing on metal is really not good for you,” He murmured, gently stroking down those long, silky ears. He got another wash of sheepish guilt and frustration through the bond and it made him chuckle quietly. “I know, we should be arriving at Coruscant soon. We’ll get some chews for you there while you’re in your rabbit form.” He murmured, standing slowly.

It was one of the things he had forgotten to get.

Rabbits and bunnies teeth never stopped growing, therefore, the urge to chew on harder things like wood, compressed kinds of hay that would make it harder and therefore give it more of a grinding ability, pine cones actually and a form for dried loofah existed for pets like them.

There were also hard vegetables for them to chew but with the strength of a rabbit mouth and teeth, most vegetables and fruits were easy for them.

It was why many pet owners resorted to compressed treats if they couldn’t get hands on wood but Qui-Gon did not think that would be an issue for him for Obi-Wan.

The gardens had many trees after all and the gardeners had to remove dead branches or on trees that were growing out of control.

As long as they were safe for rabbit consumption, Obi-Wan would be able to chew on those.

And Qui-Gon would be going by a pet store to find compressed treats for Obi-Wan.

And more.

He wasn’t ignorant, this issue of Obi-Wan would certainly not be solved in the first few days.

So Qui-Gon would need pee pads for Obi-Wan to go to the loo on, would need more food that were fit for rabbit consumption and maybe some toys?

Obi-Wan was a young teen, he had the energy to be active but right now, he was not exactly mobile for most activity in their tiny quarters.

Force, Qui-Gon couldn’t even teach the boy new katas even if he was.

Maybe he could rig up a pad for the boy to be able to read and watch holo-movies at least?

Settling the boy on the bunk, giving him a gentle last pet, Qui-Gon gave him a severe look. “Stay there, alright padawan? I need to change and get ready and I’d rather not discover you tried to eat the pillows… again.” He stated a tad dryly.

The bond echoed with sheepish agreement, embarrassment and some emotion Qui-Gon could only describe as ‘pouting’ if that was an actual emotion and not a lip movement.

It was enough to make Qui-Gon own lip twitch before he shifted to where he had folded his leggings and outer tunic over the extra bunk, dragging on his socks first with a small yawn only to squeak, something he’d deny later, when there was a pop behind him.

Hopping around on one leg, hands still halfway up his foot with the sock, Qui-Gon gaped at his human padawan as the boy in question blinked back at him in confusion, sitting on the bunk before the boy squeaked back and there was a new pop and the bunny version of his padawan was back.

Dropping his foot down with a thud, Qui-Gon quickly reached into the bond, throwing it wide open only to let out a relieved breath as the stirrings of sentience, frustration and confusion echoed loudly along the bond.

Still his padawan, not just a rabbit in mind.

Good, it had been one of Qui-Gon’s initial concerns and he couldn’t help but be grateful Obi-Wan was a loud projector in this moment, for all the trouble it sometimes caused them.

Ignoring his knees protest about the cold durasteel floor, Qui-Gon slid to them in front of the bunk and reached out for the chittering rabbit, picking him up and quickly examining him with his hands.

Same state as before, soft and silky, a small bunny with copper toned fur and the strange long braid that signified a padawan rank. Huffing in confusion, settling back on his heels as he held the bunny to his hairy chest, Qui-Gon couldn’t help but curse. “What the kark is going on?” He muttered, the strong sense of agreement coming from his boy.

Candleinthedark: so what’s it going to take for Obi-Wan to actually trust people, properly trust, not just letting Anakin guide him around?

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He’s much too large to fit into the space Obi-Wan has crammed himself into, of that Qui-Gon is quite sure but pulling someone out of their hiding spot while they’re in the mist of a panic attack and blind fear is a very bad idea.

But what to do, what to do!?

Qui-Gon ran his hands through his hair in helpless frustration before pausing, staring at the sobbing, shaking man.

It could work, maybe… if the Qui-Gon of Obi-Wan’s world had cared about their apprentice, their ‘padawan’ and urgh, to take that Jedi word into his mouth repulsed Qui-Gon so, but that would have been what this Obi-Wan had been.

“…Lullaby over grassy fields,” Qui-Gon sang out, his voice rusty from singing and far from as pleasant as the song really should be. But it was all he could think of to do that didn’t include knocking Obi-Wan out or dragging him out. “Over mountains high and white, I see you there, my dearest one, sleep well in my arms tonight.”

The tune was off, Qui-Gon hadn’t sung in months if not years, it just wasn’t his skill.

Still, he prevailed. “Lullaby over the river, over oceans deep and waste, I see you there, my dearest one, sleep well in my arms tonight.”

Obi-Wan’s breath hitched, the echoing sobs that seemed so much louder than the rushing water in Qui-Gon’s ears petering down slowly.

Encouraged, he drew in oxygen. “Lullaby over the clouds, over sky so wide and blue, I see you there, my dearest one, sleep well in my arm-”

“Tonight…” Obi-Wan whispered, cutting off Qui-Gon as the Sith held his breath, waiting slowly until he could see one green eye peeking from the others knees.

Silently, Qui-Gon held his arms open to the other, his heart thundering in his chest as Obi-Wan clearly struggled between the blind panic that had taken him and the calm that was slowly settling in.

Finally, Obi-Wan gave a painful keen and then started to crawl forward, crawling out from under the dust and the broken parts of the water plant.

Right into Qui-Gon’s arm and the Sith sat back on his heels and held him tightly, pressing Obi-Wan to his chest as he wordlessly continued to hum Lullaby Over for the redhead, feeling him press his ear to Qui-Gon’s chest.

He was still shaking, but the compact little body was in his arms now, making Qui-Gon breath out as he rocked them slowly.

Pressing his face to the others hair, Qui-Gon couldn’t help but marvel at the small body in his arms.

Oh, Obi-Wan was pure muscles underneath his clothes and his Force powers were nothing to sneeze at, but those things paled when Qui-Gon held this small body in his arms.

It wasn’t his Obi-Wan but he still reminded Qui-Gon of the time he had seen bright green eyes and flushed cheeks, the cheeky grin that made his own smile grow.

It reminded him of days he had carried his wayward apprentice to bed when the other had gone to far in training or in missions.

Of happier times.

Clinging to the small body, Qui-Gon breathed out shakily as he ran his hands down Obi-Wan’s back, all too aware that he had to report in that he had found the other and bring him back to the temple and yet…

Just for now, for these few precious stolen moments as Obi-Wan calmed down in his arms and their bond seemed to swell and grow in leaps and bounds, Qui-Gon claimed Obi-Wan for himself.

“It will be alright Obi-Wan,” He whispered, voice gruff from his own suppressed emotions. “You’ve been hurt and that’s alright, because I will never let anyone hurt you again little one,” He cupped the back of Obi-Wan’s head, feeling as if he was standing on a pivotal moment, Obi-Wan pressed into him. “Not the order, not the council, not the clones, not even Anakin, no one is harming you ever again little one.” Qui-Gon swore into sweat coated and dusty hair.

There was a muffled noise before Obi-Wan’s arms slowly, almost hesitantly creeped up and around Qui-Gon’s neck, holding on as this Jedi had never done before.

Qui-Gon could only hold his breath, waiting, hoping…

“…Okay.” Obi-Wan whispered, voice rough from tears and tentative, exhaustion rising of him as his hysteria started to die down.

Trusting.

If Qui-Gon felled a few tears of his own… well, it was only him and Obi-Wan there to see them as the light in his arms grew.

So you’ve been posting some mer images. Some mer Obi, some very interesting mer Obi. And by that, I mean can we have some mer omega Obi? Looking for a mate? Mer Obi wants to find a strong mate to both protect him and carry strong pups?

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He was not be the first mer or omega to leave the clan and he would not be the last, many had left to find mates or territory before he had.

That was what he told himself at least, to comfort himself in the meager caves he found to rest during the night when the predators got more active, curled up under his weaved seaweed blanket with shells braided in as weights.

Obi-Wan however would be the first to leave because the alpha he had wanted chose someone else.

Not that many had realized it.

Satine’s sad eyes in his back was something Obi-Wan tried to forget as he had swam away from the place he had been born.

She had chosen someone else and Obi-Wan just couldn’t bare to stay and watch the alpha he love, that he had thought loved him in turn.

It was not like Satine had rejected him outright either, just…chosen someone else.

Someone that wasn’t Obi-Wan, someone else to carry her pups.

And Obi-Wan, unlike many of his fellow omegas, had not picked out a potential secondary mate.

His secondary mate had left when Obi-Wan was still a just a youth and too young to breed and take a mate after all, though Jango had been tentatively approving of him, being a teen himself.

And at the time, he had been willing to wait for Obi-Wan too, to the redhead’s fluttery delight.

He hadn’t stayed though, the older mer leaving with his father when Jaster and the chief, Adonai, father of Satine, got into heated debate about the future of their pod.

Jango had left and taken any other option with him at that point for Obi-Wan as beside Satine, Obi-Wan had felt nothing for any of the other alphas, regardless of how flashy a display they put on and flashed their bioluminescent at him.

And so Obi-Wan left, looking for… something.

Someone.

He just wanted someone to want him.

It was a sobering realization but not a shocking one. Obi-Wan’s own parents had not really wanted him and he had been communally raised, never learning which of the pod were his parents.

His coloring were distinct but whoever he took after, he could never tell.

He may be a throwback, his coloring red and his skin pale after all, perhaps he had taken after grandparents or even further back but no, there had been no redhead’s he had seen in the pod.

Nor anyone with a silver tail and purple bioluminescent.

He was different but he had been raised well, even if Bruck nipping at his fins and deriding him had been…painful.

And the scolding from the adults that didn’t listen when he told them he was taking care of his fins.

Now he had no one to scold him, because he had left and it was freeing as much as it was terrifying.

And so, with his bag of woven seaweed carrying all his worldly possessions, Obi-Wan swims the ocean, calling out occasionally for someone to answer him, singing into the void.

There are no answers except for the calls of whales sometimes.

Not that shocking, whales calls to each other just as mers do.

And so Obi-Wan continues swimming, calling out, hoping…

Well, he hopes.

He finds caves to sleep if possible and once a shipwreck where he searches through the human artifacts and finds surprisingly useful items.

He finds a bone comb that he takes for himself along with a soft bristle like item that feels nice to work not only on his beard but also over his tail, carefully brushing out loose scales.

Swimming into warmer waters is a novel experience Obi-Wan has to say as the warmer water wraps around him like a welcoming kelp blanket.

He knew of course that oceans could be different, some warm and some colder and as he calls out into the void of these warmer waters, he hears it.

An answering call, another voice in the distance that hears his pitch and he sings back hopefully, veering off from straight forward to turning left.

Because there’s another voice out there, another mer, their song deep and dark like an alpha and they’re calling back.

So! I recently watched the Percy Jackson and the Lightening theif musical. Can you do something with that? I mean maybe in terms of mythology and demi god children? I really don’t know but I’d love to see something with it.

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The gods are dead.

That is an unreversible truth of the Force that the gods and goddesses that were are now dead and though some linger, they have no power to directly influence the worlds as they used to.

But that doesn’t mean they are utterly gone.

Or the relics they left behind.

Relics like children.

Obi-Wan has always known this, has known this from the moment he’s born and his screams rattled windows. He’s known this since he’s been judged under the eyes of too many disapproving people. He’s known it since he allowed Bruck to flaunt a hurtful name. He’s known it since the moment he plunged into the cold water of the water in search of Bant.

But that’s not something he can tell people.

Its blasphemy.

Obi-Wan know that if he spoke out, everyone would turn their back on him, even Qui-Gon, for all his maverick ways… Gods of the Force? Goddesses of the Force?

No, the Jedi order would call him a heretic.

There is no such things as gods and goddesses in the eyes of the Jedi.

Only the Force, the dark, the light and the balance.

Obi-Wan knows better though.

He feels it in his bones, in his skin, in the way his blood pumps and his eyes open in the morning.

There are gods and goddesses.

But they are also gone.

And only their vestigial relics remain, the relics people fight pettily over.

The weapons of power, the items of knowledge and the fantastical sights that should not be possible, a miracle apparently, swaying in dark nebula’s and dark holes without being sucked in or burned.

And the children they left behind.

They are a dying race and Obi-Wan can feel it as one by one, the last of them suffer and die as the last remains of their will and faith is lost.

Its a distraction at times, he once almost dies as a flaring blaze crosses out into the Force but luckily Qui-Gon does not scold him for it, seemingly disturbed too by the flare as he feels the echo through their bond.

He’s sixteen when he feels one last flare, sitting in meditation beside his master.

Its like being next to an exploding star with lightening striking his skin and ozone in his nose and Obi-Wan is thrown firmly out of the peace and serenity he had been enjoying, collapsing forward with a gasp of pain before he coughs blood onto the floor of their quarters, staining the expensive carpets Qui-Gon had once accepted as a gift from an amorous royal.

He expects Qui-Gon’s hand on his back and another on his forehead but nothing comes and for a moment Obi-Wan feels lost and abandoned until he manages to look in Qui-Gon’s directly, finding his master slumped back against the wall, breathing heavily with his eyes closed and his face strained.

Obi-Wan is not the only one feeling this flare.

But he is the most effected by it as when Qui-Gon opens his eyes to look at him, those blue eyes turn wide with shock before the Jedi master gives a cry, and lunges for him.

Its the last Obi-Wan remembers before he wakes up in the Halls, staring at a white ceiling with Qui-Gon at his side, the man asleep with his head on his chest as he has slid down in his chair, snores echoing in the darkened room.

Quietly, on shaking arms, Obi-Wan pushes himself up and out of bed, standing on trembling legs on the cold marble floor.

He should remain in the warm bed but stubbornly he forces himself towards the fresher, holds onto the bed and the wall to make progress as he opens the door and lets it close behind him before he turns on the light with the Force.

He leans on the sink and stares at his own face in the mirror, watches the swirling green light of his eyes.

There is a shift of cloth from the other room, the deep grunt and by the time Qui-Gon finds him leaning on the sink, the glow of the eyes has been hidden once more, Obi-Wan tiredly blinking at his master in the mirror.

There were once gods.

They are dead and only their children remain.

So, what’s Obi-Wan’s reward for being good in vaderkin’s gift?

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The moment the door closed behind them, Anakin sprung into action as he dropped his bag to the floor, reaching out and pressing his chest to Obi-Wan’s back, feeling the Jedi fall still, Anakin let out a small laugh as he wrapped his arms around the man and pressed his nose to his neck. “You wonderful, magnificent beast of a Jedi.” He chuckled warmly, smirking as he saw the blush climb Obi-Wan’s neck and ears at the praise.

“I… my lord?” Obi-Wan breath hitched, feeling the Sith’s lips trace along the sensitive curve of his neck.

Lapping lightly at the pulse point, giving it a nip, Anakin squeezed Obi-Wan’s body to his. “Anything, you can ask for anything you want, beating Maul at his own game, you glorious Jedi,” He crooned against the skin, feeling Obi-Wan squirm before arching his neck for more kisses. “If its in my power you’ll have it.” Anakin promised heatedly.

All the while he continued to pepper the moon pale skin with kisses, his hands wandering along Obi-Wan’s stomach and thighs in teasing, searching sweeps.

Squirming both into the hands and back into Anakin’s body, Obi-Wan started to pant softly, whimpering slightly as he struggled to speak. “I… could, well maybe,” He paused, jerking a bit as Anakin cupped his groin. “Charlata tea maybe my lord?” He squeaked out.

Pausing, his lips pressed to Obi-Wan’s racing pulse point, Anakin processed those words. “Charlata tea?” He murmured, bemused before raising his head. “You want tea?” He stated with bewilderment.

Stiffening, Obi-Wan nodded and Anakin could tell he was biting his lip and worrying the flesh. “If that’s not too much, I know its rare and rather pric-”

Laughing, the heat in his veins dissipating, Anakin swung Obi-Wan around to grin down at him, the other blinking uncertainly up at him. “You… you just want tea?” He chuckled, amused and endeared at the same time.

Blinking up at him, Obi-Wan hesitantly nodded again, leaning against Anakin’s chest as the Sith’s arms wrapped around his waist to keep him in place. “I mean, yes. You already give me clothes to wear and you feed me well.” He stated uncertainly.

Teasing the others padawan braid, noting that he would have to braid the thing once they had rested, Anakin shook his head as he smiled fondly at his Jedi. “I would give you anything you want and you just want tea,” He chuckled softly, wrapping the long length of braided hair around his fist, teasing the hair. “Amazing. You are just amazing.” He stated fondly.

Coloring, Obi-Wan slowly, uncertainly, wrapped his arms around Anakin’s waist in return, relaxing when all Anakin did was to continue to smile at him. “I’m not really a materialistic person.” He settled on saying, shrugging slightly.

Humming faintly in understanding, Anakin paused thoughtfully before tapping lightly at Obi-Wan’s hips with his fingers. “How about something to entertain yourself with? I know you already have the pad I gave you to read and look on the holonet,” He stated before Obi-Wan could say anything. “But is there anything else you would want to keep yourself occupied when I’m not with you or you’re exercising?” Anakin raised his brow, watching Obi-Wan with almost child like curiosity.

He suddenly felt desperate to know what Obi-Wan liked to do.

What he wanted to entertain himself with or did to relax when Anakin wasn’t bossing him around.

How… quaint.

He wasn’t used to caring what others thought of or wanted unless they were stronger than him and a threat.

Tilting his head, Obi-Wan worried his lips again, clearly thinking over the question much to Anakin’s pleasure. “Could…” He paused, eyeing Anakin closely. “Could I get some plasticene?” He finally asked when Anakin didn’t move to interrupt him. “I would like to carve it to… well make things.” Obi-Wan explained when Anakin blinked in confusion.

Nodding, Anakin let a wry smile cross his face. Of all the things the Jedi could ask for, plasticene was one of the least dangerous things he could give him as it was used for toy making for the most part. “Sure, I’ll even get you some paints if you want?” He stated, giving Obi-Wan’s braid a little tug when the Jedi smiled hopefully. “Alright then, tea and plasticene.” Anakin agreed easily, shifting to guide his pet towards the fresher.

Now that the fire from watching Obi-Wan slam Maul to the ground had fizzled out, he could once again feel the tiredness in his bones.

And from the way Obi-Wan was shifting to lean on him, Obi-Wan was feeling the tiredness too. “I’m still getting you some jewelry too, to celebrate.” Anakin muttered, smirking when Obi-Wan huffed faintly to himself in exasperation.

Thesnailsarefree- Obi-Wan was nervous to tell Anakin that he had referred him for his trials. He was concerned that the younger man would take it the wrong way. That Obi-Wan was trying to get rid of him. However, Obi-Wan, if anything was trying to make sure they were on a more equal level. At this point they had more to teach each other as friends and more than as master and padawan.

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Chopping up the carrot, Obi-Wan glanced at his padawan as Anakin was in charge of frying the outside the chicken breast for their dinner.

The two had decided on a Tatooine inspired dish. Inspired because they didn’t have all the root vegetables that Tatooine naturally grew underground and so they had replaced the normal vegetables with carrot, parsnip and onion that the chickens would be roasted on once Obi-Wan had all of it chopped up and onto the baking tray.

When he had suggested Anakin for his trials to the council, he had been certain of his decision but standing here, almost side by side with his padawan with just enough space that they could both work comfortably, he was a tiny bit less sure.

Not about Anakin’s skills or his ability to complete the trials.

But more about how Anakin would take the news.

If there was one thing Obi-Wan knew for sure was that Anakin didn’t handle separating well and Anakin might take the suggestion of starting his trials the wrong way. That it was Obi-Wan trying to get rid of his more than ready to start his trials padawan.

But honestly, that was the last thing on Obi-Wan’s mind.

He just wanted to… level the playing field, because he and Anakin felt more like equals most days and Obi-Wan doubted there was much he could teach the other that wasn’t part of learning from life.

Some experiences only came from life after all.

And he wanted to be equal with his padawan, to be able to call Anakin knight and brother at arms in the order and not have power over the other in such an obvious manner as an apprentice bond was.

“Master?” The softly murmured word had him looking up, pausing to blink at Anakin as the man pulled the chicken off the heat, clearly done lightly doing each side as they were a nice, dark brown. “Is everything alright? You went pretty quiet.” Anakin questioned quietly, narrowing his blue eyes at him with concern.

Licking his lips, Obi-Wan lifted the sliced up carrot onto the baking tray with the parsnip and pulled over the onion to get started on it. “I’m fine Anakin, I’m just thinking.” He murmured, giving the other a small smile before focusing on the onion.

He got a small hum in response, Anakin leaning slightly against the stove with his hip. “…Is something bothering you?” He finally asked, crossing his arms lightly over his chest.

Pausing, Obi-Wan stared at the onion before picking up his knife again and getting to work on cutting and cleaning away the parts they couldn’t eat. “Not so much bothering as… Anakin, how do you feel about your trials?” He glanced at the other and then focused back on his onion.

He could feel his padawan’s surprise, the other pausing before letting out a small noise. “I guess I haven’t really thought about it much.” The blond stated slowly, watching Obi-Wan chop up the onion and chuckling slightly when Obi-Wan’s eyes started to run with moisture as normally.

Chucking the rest of the onion and quickly mixing in with oil and the prepared spices, Obi-Wan let out a small hum. “And if you think about it?” He quizzed, trying to make his tone light.

Lifting the chicken onto the vegetables and then popping the baking tray into the oven, Anakin huffed slightly as Obi-Wan brought the knife and cutting board to their dishwasher, loading it in as Anakin mulled on the question.

‘He’s taking his time on it, good, it’s a serious question.’ Obi-Wan mused to himself even as his nerves mounted, the master opting to set the table while Anakin thought it over.

He needed something to do or his anxieties would get the better of him.

It had always been one of his failings that Qui-Gon had tried to work on, the two meditating together or Qui-Gon finding alternatives.

But it was a lot more acceptable for a padawan to be running around with a rubber band to snap than it was a master.

‘Maybe I can get myself a bracelet to play with?’ He mused to himself as he eyed the content of the dishwasher. He could still get their plates and the baking tray in once they had eaten so once that was don-

“I don’t think I’d mind starting my trials,” Anakin’s voice cut through his musings, Obi-Wan’s head snapping to the man to stare at him, eyes wide with all three focused on him. “Do you… think I’m ready?” Anakin questioned, looking both excited but also nervous, his hands twisting together.

Lips twitching, Obi-Wan nodded slowly. “I do. I have for a long time. You’re strong Anakin and while there is much to learn, that is things you learn by experience,” Obi-Wan murmured softly, stepping closer to his padawan, reaching up and resting a hand on the others shoulder. “And there are several trials to go through… which is why I’ve recommended you for your trials Anakin.” He smiled softly.

Anakin’s eyes widened in surprise before softening, the blond shifting nervously before leaning in until the two were resting their foreheads together, Obi-Wan’s middle eye closed at the proximity. “…Thank you master.” He whispered and Obi-Wan, unable to think of how to respond, simply squeezed the others shoulder.

On the masterlist, unseenscars just redirects to blindobiwan. Unseenscars itself appears not to be a fic?? Or, at least, searching tha ttag on this blog leads to nothing. Maybe jsut remove that ‘story’ from the masterlist? Thank yuo for having it. It’s very helpful!

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Huh, I have no idea how that happened but there are several people adding stories to the masterlist as I write them, so that can happen. I have deleted the unseenscars though, since I couldn’t find anything either. So yeah, I fixed it, thanks for telling me ^^

That’s how I fix up broken links or broken tags or stories and that kinda thing, by people telling me. So just shot me a message, either here or on the IM function and I’ll fix it up!

Can you please post a link to your ao3 or put it in your blog description? I always accidentally close the tab that I have your ao3 open on.

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I mean, there is a link in there?  unless you’re on mobile… do these not show up on the mobile app? Hmm, give me a moment and I’ll fix it

Edit: so yeah, there’s no option to put any links in the description I’m sorry to say, I tried but it won’t let me. Anyone tech savy confirm this is possible and if so, how?