🌵Plantloverforlife 🌵

Are you still alive?

Pleasure Plantloverforlife, I’m a Brazilian artist who is a big fan of your work, I still don’t know how to animate very well, but I wanted to ask your permission to make an animation of your fanfic “game? ...Pah, it is WAR!!!” Or at least a part of it. I really like this story and I would be very grateful if you would allow it, thank you for your attention! :3

Hello Plantloverforlife ,
          
          I hope you're doing well. I run a YouTube channel called Zenin Fanfics, where I focus on exploring anime fanfiction. 
          
          I’d love to get your permission to showcase your fanfic series on my channel. I'll ensure you’re credited properly, and I'll include a link to your original work in the video description.
          
          My channel have hit 1,000 subscribers and is eligible for monetization. I’d like to monetize the video featuring your fanfic, but I fully respect your preferences. If you’d prefer the video to remain demonetized, just let me know !
          
          Thanks for considering this request, and I’m looking forward to hearing from you.

Hello I have a YouTube channel called judo what if and I want to use your stories on my channel with respect I have you proper credit I hope for your positive response 

I saw ur comment now we are friends 

Do you take suggestions? If so could you write another UA civil war story pls, it's ok if you don't. (‾◡◝)

Hi may I ask when you do an story again? And if I may say can aizawa be in it too, and I love your Storys, I read all of them

Hello, would you approve that I will translate one of your fanfiction into Russian? Fanfiction title: "wrong namber (chatfik). I will be very glad if you agree☺️

Hi , I'm a huge fan of your fic stories . I was wondering if I could have your permission to use your stories for my YouTube channel? I'd give full credit and link back to you, please do consider it a humble request from all my youtube community

I stand upon the edge, the sky a sheet of glass,
          the wind below too wide, the fall too slow to pass.
          I know the shape of stillness like a second skin,
          and every thought of motion trembles deep within.
          
          I dreamt once of a leap, a clean and burning flight,
          but dreams are made of ash and fold away from light.
          The air is full of space, but none of it is mine —
          I reach into the blue, it doesn’t reach in kind.
          
          I do not wear a chain, no tether holds me fast,
          just all the quiet weight of future and of past.
          The silence calls me near, then pulls its promise back,
          and what I think is courage slips into a crack.
          
          I have no song to sing, no signal for the sky,
          no vow beneath my feet, no reason not to try.
          But standing here too long becomes its own descent —
          I fall a little more with every breath unspent.
          
          And still I stay, though nothing here was made to keep.
          Not every flight begins — and some begin too deep..