Calling all Shadowhunters fic writers! I need your feedback for Author Appreciation Day 2.0!
Last year, this blog dedicated a single day to show the fandom’s appreciation for our amazing fic writers on National Author’s Day. Numerous readers and fic writers participated by leaving supportive and appreciative messages, which were then shared with the fandom on November 1, 2017.
I am definitely planning on making this an annual event, as I think it helps bring some positivity to the fandom and highlights a portion of our incredible artists who I feel often go underappreciated. This year, I want to do something a bit different and one of my ideas goes far beyond what I did last year. It would take a lot of planning, so I want to know if there’s interest in it first.
If you write any fanfiction for the Shadowhunters fandom – whether it be for Malec, Clace, Sizzy, Saia, Clizzy, Climon, Saphael, Jimon, BrOTPs, character-centric fics, family fics, or something else – please take part in the polls that are currently live on our Twitter account and will remain open until April 7th.
Question #1: Would you feel comfortable providing a mailing address to a private form so something small could be physically sent to you? The information would NEVER be made public. It would only be used for sending you something showing the fandom’s appreciation.
Question #2: Instead of something being physically sent to you, would you prefer that there was an option where the object showing the fandom’s appreciation could be sent as an attachment via email? Again, this address would NEVER be made public.
Simon can’t believe this is the same Alec he met all those months ago. It’s as if someone lifted the weight of the world off his shoulders at some point, and judging by the way he’s looking at Magnus, Simon is pretty sure who it was.
Alexander loved with all that he had. Unfiltered, honest. It never ceased to amaze Magnus, how Alec could be such a strong and fierce leader, commanding his people with one harshly barked word, and still be the same person who blushed and stuttered at compliments but never hesitated to dole them out; who always treated Magnus with such tenderness, worshipping his body as though it was a treasured gift that Alec was blessed to be permitted touch. He wondered if Alexander would ever truly understand what a miracle he was.
They retire to bed some time later. Alec’s mind is a little fuzzy from the drink and the taste of Magnus’ lips against his so it doesn’t take much to grab Magnus’ hand and be lead back inside.