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Happy Flashback Friday! I LOVE this little drabble. <3

You pushed in through the front door and immediately had the sense that something was out of place. Glancing around, you noticed that one corner of the rug in the hallway was flipped over, curled up toward the middle. You immediately were on edge, your hand going to the hilt of your knife. “Hello?” You ventured further inside slowly. Suddenly, you felt hands on your hips from behind you and you gasped and spun around. “Jesus! Daryl!” you scolded him, hitting him lightly in the chest. “What is wrong with you?! I could have killed you!” The archer was laughing a little with one corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile. His hands looped around you and landed on your lower back. “Nah, come on.” “I could have! You really need to stop breaking into my house,” you said, playfully pushing him back and away from you. “I wouldn’t have to break in if ya’d just gimme a key,” he drawled. You raised one eyebrow at him. “That’s way too easy. I want you to work for it,” you teased him. He gave you a look with his blue eyes narrowed. “Oh that’s what it is, huh? Playin’ hard to get?” he asked, moving closer to you again. Your grin widened and your heartbeat quickened. You stepped back as he stepped forward. “Maybe.” Daryl pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth and gave you another fiery look. “Get back over here,” he said. “No,” you said, still grinning. He let out a frustrated but playful growl before you turned and tried to dash further inside. You hardly got two steps before his strong arms were around you, pulling you back against him. You laughed as you felt his face burying into your hair against your neck and melted into the contact. You turned, taking in the sparking light in his blue eyes and captured him in a kiss. “Hey. Maybe instead of giving you a key… you could just… stay here…” you suggested, feeling a little hesitant at the suggestion of such an important step forward. You really weren’t sure what he’d think about it.  Daryl paused and seemed to be reading your expression. “…Ya mean that? Ya want me to move in here with ya?” You shrugged, feeling heat rise in your face. “Yeah, I mean… if you want to. Your group is settled in here in Alexandria now. And—I just thought—” You couldn’t get the rest of the sentence out because his lips were on yours, feverishly kissing you. You were breathless when you broke apart finally. “Does that mean yes?” you asked with a grin. “Hell yes,” Daryl responded, scooping you up and heading for the stairs… Prompt: You really need to stop breaking into my house. / I wouldn’t have to break in if you’d just gimme a key.

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I was just sitting here and then I randomly realized that you said Part 6! I think you mean Part 7, but on the off chance you missed Part 6 which was already published, I've linked ALL the parts below, including Part 6. My Master List is due for an update. It's on my very long To Do list. On the bright side, apparently all I needed to overcome my writer's block was an afternoon not working and watching a little Daryl <3 *swoon* (Also, I still hardcore ship Daryl and Connie and no one will ever change my mind about them being perfect together.) The Ghost - ongoing series! Daryl finds himself in a tight spot in the woods when walkers are suddenly behaving in ways they shouldn't. Miraculously, he’s saved by a mysterious woman who won’t even tell him her name. Something bad is coming. Will the mystery woman be the key to the communities’ survival or will Daryl be the one to save her? Reader pronouns: she/her Era: The Whisperers Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

(Part 7 coming soon!)

the asker before about ghost chapter 6, i’m so sorry if it seemed rude! it wasn’t my intention at all, ur a fabulous writer and i hope this month gets a bit easier! im so sorry again.

Don't worry, Babycakes! It didn't seem rude at all. I'm glad that you are still invested despite it being a while since the last chapter!

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Reader pronouns: she/her

"Carol—Carol!" Daryl's expression was desperate as he rushed through the cell block. He was drenched in sweat and still clutching his kills from his hunting trip. Tears welled in Carol's eyes before he even got to her. He stopped dead and shifted his weight back and forth, back and forth. "Tell me it ain't true. Please." Daryl was shaking, barely holding back falling to pieces. His voice was quiet and strained.

Carol could barely speak, her throat was so tight. "I'm sorry," she gasped, heaving in a shaky breath. "He showed up and she was outside the walls and—and he took her." Carol watched the blood drain from her friend's face.

He seemed on the edge of passing out for a moment, and then his fists clenched along his sides and his jaw set. He burst into movement again.

"Daryl?" Carol gasped, her voice thin from the emotion clogging her throat. "Where are you going?"

"To fuckin' Woodbury. To get her back. Where ya think?!" he growled.

Prompt: "Tell me it's not true. Please."

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the asker before about ghost chapter 6, i’m so sorry if it seemed rude! it wasn’t my intention at all, ur a fabulous writer and i hope this month gets a bit easier! im so sorry again.

Don't worry, Babycakes! It didn't seem rude at all. I'm glad that you are still invested despite it being a while since the last chapter!

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asking with all the politeness and respect, where is ghost chapter 6 i’m dyingggggggg

You can ask both my employers and my Muse that same question 😭 It is currently sitting at 2000 words and I'm a bit stuuuuck with writer's block, mainly due to stress and my insane work schedule this past month. I also have a chronic illness so just NOT doing extremely basic self-care just isn't an option for me or I'm risking major consequences and some days I just can't do much... So please, bear with me a little longer. I'm just trying to make it to the 26th of this month without losing my mind.

As much as you are dying, trust me, I am dying more 🙃💀 No matter how badly you want something done from a writer, they are always wanting it done more than you are. 😂

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@idkwthgoitmww today is your day! <3 thanks for the request! Words: 1,226 Pairing: Negan Smith x Fem!Reader Warnings: language, descriptions of blood and injuries Summary: When Carol removes Negan from Alexandria and claims the council "banished" him, he doesn't expect to see anyone from the community again. Until Y/N shows up at his door for a visit which quickly goes sideways. A/N: I think this is just the first half of a little fic that was supposed ot be a short one shot, but I literally had no time to finish it today, so if you like it, let me know and I'll work on finishing it up when I can!

It was only mid-afternoon and Negan was beyond ready for the day to be over... He was already contemplating trying to sleep just so time would pass more quickly, but the thought that he'd wake up in the middle of the night and be unable to fall back asleep had stopped him.

The nights were dark in that little cabin alone. His thoughts were poor company. He was pouring himself a cup of water from the metal pitcher when he heard boots on the little wooden porch. He froze and strained his hearing. They approached the door slowly and then stopped. A board creaked softly underfoot. Then came a sharp resounding knock.

Negan set the pitcher down and his hand went to the fireplace poker laying on the hearth. "Who's there?" he called out. His voice was gruff and deep, markedly unwelcoming.

There was a moment of silence before your voice drifted through the wood. You sounded ...tired? "It's me. I would have called first, but—you know... zombie apocalypse and all that."

A grin grew on his face. This was an unprecedented and unexpected turn of events. His hand left the fireplace poker and he hurried to pull open the door. You were leaning against one side of the doorframe, but straightened up as he came into view. Negan was smiling at you, his hazel eyes surprised but crinkled at the corners. "Well, Hell, doll... You're about to make my week," he said.

"Your week? That's some low bar you have, Negan."

His smile quickly started to fade as he noticed you were a bit disheveled and there was a cut or smear of blood on your left ear. There was also a noticeable red mark on one side of your neck and something that looked like a fresh scratch. "You okay?" he asked, a shadow overtaking his features.

"I'm fine," you answered. "Are you going to leave me standing out here?"

Negan stepped back to let you pass by him but he was scrutinizing you carefully. "You sure? Because if I didn't know any better I'd say you had some trouble on the way here" There was a cavern between his eyebrows, deep lines of worry.

"Huh?" You tore your eyes away from the interior of the cabin and turned to look at him again.

"Your neck. And your ear, doll. What happened?"

Your hand flew to touch the top of your ear and you winced lightly as your fingers made contact with the wound. You gulped. "Just—had a little scuffle on the way here. I'm fine. Really."

"What kind of scuffle?" Negan asked, watching as you again turned to take in the inside of his cabin. You dropped your pack next to the little sofa against one wall. "That better not be a scratch from a walker on your neck," Negan said, his stomach turning even as the words left his mouth.

You turned and rolled your eyes. "No," you said. "Jesus, you think I'm some kind of amateur? Like I can't handle a walker."

"Hey, shit happens, doll," he said seriously. "Plenty of badasses have bit the dust from just the right shitstorm of shitty circumstances."

"No, it's not from a walker," you said, turning away from him again, your arms crossed tightly over your chest as if to shield yourself from further probing questions. You made yourself busy thumbing open the few cabinets on the far wall. Most of them were bare except for layers of dust, the odd spider web or dead bug, and of course a nice sprinkling of mouse shit. "Nice place you've got here," you said sarcastically.

Negan let out a low chuckle. "Yeah, Carol really went above and beyond finding me something special."

You turned and glanced toward the opposite wall. There were ample shelves flanking the fireplace which held a few of Negan's personal items including some books and folded linens. A couple lanterns were set around the room. "It's not a total loss. Could use a good cleaning though... and maybe a little more living in," you said pointedly, casting a look in his direction. "What have you been doing since you got here?"

Negan didn't want to tell you the uncomfortable truth—wallowing in self-pity and regret over his past actions. Hallucinating in the wee hours of the morning when sleep evaded him. He deflected. "You think I'm going to give up on hearing about that 'scuffle' so easily? What happened, doll?"

You sighed and sank down slowly on the part of the sofa that looked the least dusty. "It was nothing. I just ran into a small group on the way here and—and had to deal with them."

The shadow settled back over Negan's features. "Small group? Deal with them?" he repeated.

You sighed and avoided his eyes. "That's what I said..."

"Well, excuse me for giving a shit, but what exactly does that mean? You ran into some people and ended up with a cut in your ear and a scratch and bruise on your neck? Fill in the blanks for me," he insisted, his concern growing by the moment.

You let out a laugh you hoped sounded casual. "You haven't even asked me why I'm here!"

"I already know the fuckin' answer to that. You missed the fuck out of me and couldn't go another day without my handsome face. Now give me the details, doll. Do I need to go looking out there for some shitheads?"

"No! I told you. I dealt with them!'

Negan let out a frustrated sigh. "Why're you being so cagey about this?" he prodded.

"Maybe because I want you to leave it alone," you retorted, a steely edge to your voice. "Jesus, Negan! I'm here! It—it doesn't fucking matter!"

But he was looking at you through narrowed eyes, clearly suspicious and concerned, but at the sharpness of your tone he conceded. He sighed, sinking down in one of the chairs at the little table in the middle of the room. "Alright... why are you here then? Not that I'm not thrilled to see you. When Carol 'banished' me to this little corner of solitude I pretty much figured that'd be the last I saw of anyone from Alexandria."

Your eyes flitted up to meet his again. You shrugged, trying to ignore your nerves. "Figured I'd come check on you. Make sure you weren't swimming in a pit of despair."

Negan laughed dryly. "Wow. You give a shit about my mental state, doll? Careful. That's practically flirting in my book... Should I start unbuttoning?" he asked, grinning.

You rolled your eyes. "Shut up," you muttered, climbing to your feet, trying hard to suppress a wince. "I brought you a few supplies. I'm not sure what Carol left you with." You grabbed the loop on the top of your pack and started lifting it up, but the weight of it—you felt like white hot lightning shot through your entire body. Your vision went black and you were vaguely aware of dropping your pack and starting to crumple.

Negan was on his feet and catching you as you dropped into unconsciousness, swearing under his breath as you tipped into his arms like a ragdoll. "Doll? Hey, wake up, darlin'!" But you were out cold and lay completely limp in his arms. "Well, shit."

A/N: Raise your hand if you want a Part 2! Sorry to leave you on a cliffhanger. Literally was not my intention (this time). I've worked over 30 hours in the last three days and am pretty busy and worn out! Drop me a note to motivate me to finish this up <3 k love you byeeee

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@dixons-sunshine 🥰♥️ thank yooooou!

Warnings: mentions of blood and serious injury (^ I mean yeah, look at the gif), language (duh, it's me—there's always swearing lol), but also there's fluff? idk man this one is all over the place haha

"Fuck! Oh, fuck," you gasped, flattening yourself back against the workbench behind you for a brief moment, but it was short-lived. You peeked up over the top. No sign of Alpha or walkers, for now. You turned and looked at Daryl again. He was covered in blood, and though you'd seen him this way before (too many times) this one was perhaps the worst. "Fuck," you muttered again, quickly unbuckling your belt and slipping it under his leg, tightening it down above the wound as a makeshift tourniquet in an attempt to at least slow the torrent of bleeding. Daryl let out a pained grunt and exhale as you made sure the belt was tight enough. "Please tell me that you called for backup on your radio and were not just planning on dealing with this on your own," you murmured, again digging frantically in your bag and clumsily pulling out medical supplies. Gauze and bandages scattered out across the floor and you tore them open.

Daryl was gritting his teeth and breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down. "I can't do that while stickin' to our honesty policy..." he drawled.

You froze for only a minute to shoot him a look that seemed to be equal parts terrified and exasperated with just a touch of amusement at his words, despite the situation. "Why must you insist on being so reckless?" you countered, tearing his pant leg wider and pressing a thick wad of gauze down onto the wound. "Haven't I told you that I'd like to keep you around?" You quickly wet a spare bit of cloth and mopped at the cascade of blood on his face before leaning in to examine the injury on his forehead.

"Yeah... but I got low self-esteem. Ya prob'ly are gonna have to keep tellin' me," Daryl said through another wince.

You paused your gentle dabbing with the cloth and pulled back slightly to meet his blue eyes. Your hand went to his chest and the next thing he knew your lips were against his, somehow both gentle and heated. The pain in his leg seemed to lessen. His heart raced. His head went entirely fuzzy and light—and he was at least 90% sure it wasn't from the blood loss.

"If you die, I'll kill you," you said, pulling back just a little.

Daryl gulped. "I can't die now. I gotta stick this one out so I can kiss ya again under better circumstances..."

"Goddamn right, you do."

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Warnings: mentions of blood and serious injury (^ I mean yeah, look at the gif), language (duh, it's me—there's always swearing lol), but also there's fluff? idk man this one is all over the place haha

"Fuck! Oh, fuck," you gasped, flattening yourself back against the workbench behind you for a brief moment, but it was short-lived. You peeked up over the top. No sign of Alpha or walkers, for now. You turned and looked at Daryl again. He was covered in blood, and though you'd seen him this way before (too many times) this one was perhaps the worst. "Fuck," you muttered again, quickly unbuckling your belt and slipping it under his leg, tightening it down above the wound as a makeshift tourniquet in an attempt to at least slow the torrent of bleeding. Daryl let out a pained grunt and exhale as you made sure the belt was tight enough. "Please tell me that you called for backup on your radio and were not just planning on dealing with this on your own," you murmured, again digging frantically in your bag and clumsily pulling out medical supplies. Gauze and bandages scattered out across the floor and you tore them open.

Daryl was gritting his teeth and breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down. "I can't do that while stickin' to our honesty policy..." he drawled.

You froze for only a minute to shoot him a look that seemed to be equal parts terrified and exasperated with just a touch of amusement at his words, despite the situation. "Why must you insist on being so reckless?" you countered, tearing his pant leg wider and pressing a thick wad of gauze down onto the wound. "Haven't I told you that I'd like to keep you around?" You quickly wet a spare bit of cloth and mopped at the cascade of blood on his face before leaning in to examine the injury on his forehead.

"Yeah... but I got low self-esteem. Ya prob'ly are gonna have to keep tellin' me," Daryl said through another wince.

You paused your gentle dabbing with the cloth and pulled back slightly to meet his blue eyes. Your hand went to his chest and the next thing he knew your lips were against his, somehow both gentle and heated. The pain in his leg seemed to lessen. His heart raced. His head went entirely fuzzy and light—and he was at least 90% sure it wasn't from the blood loss.

"If you die, I'll kill you," you said, pulling back just a little.

Daryl gulped. "I can't die now. I gotta stick this one out so I can kiss ya again under better circumstances..."

"Goddamn right, you do."

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Unreal. I don't even know what to say. Copying someone else's blog rules is next level...

Time for another PLAGIARISM update! Let us tell you another quick story...

(Faith has changed her blog look for Christmas so it looks a little different in today's screenshots than earlier this week. You'll also noticed that she has removed some info in her blog description which makes her less identifiable, but don't worry. We always find her.)

About a day ago, we asked Faith if she was REALLY, really 100% sure that nothing on her current blog is plagiarized. (below)

She tried to reassure us that she has not plagiarized anything on it and said that she has been checking her own writing with plagiarism detecting software before posting. (below)

And as far as we can tell (so far), she hasn't plagiarized any of her stories. There aren't many posted yet, but the ones we've tried to check without wasting too much of our time haven't been obviously stolen. So that's good.

But, on this blog, we rarely ask questions we don't already know the answer to...

We were contacted by @dixons-sunshine yesterday who was concerned because she believed that Faith may have copy and pasted—wait for it, we aren't kidding—her BLOG RULES. We are almost speechless. How lazy are you that you can't even write up YOUR OWN ORIGINAL RULES for your damn blog?! (proof below the cut)

This creator was mainly concerned because despite her blocking Faith's known accounts, it means that she was (or perhaps is) probably still spending time on dixons-sunshine's account. It's not hard to get around a block as we all know... all you need is a little patience, motivation, and another separate account. And this is something Faith has done in the past and we assume she is doing now, so that she can still consume content from the same writers and blogs she has previously wronged and those who are trying to protect their content from her. Basically, it allows her to further evade consequences of her past actions. If someone has blocked you, Faith, the least you could do would be respect that and stay THE FUCK off their blog. But we doubt you will.

We looked at @dixons-sunshine's posted rules (posted 10 March 2024) and Faith's (posted 6 November 2024) and it's pretty much the exact same pattern we've seen before... Faith clearly copy/pasted sunshine's rules (as evidenced by EXACT language, almost exact language, and even the ORDER of the rules) and then Faith did her usual additions and "editing" so things would be relevant to her own likes/dislikes and blogs.

It's obviously slightly less shitty than stealing someone's actual creative writing, but JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, what the hell?!?!

We have absolutely ZERO (pardon the pun) faith that she can control herself when it comes to using copy+paste, and the fact that she previously called plagiarism an "addiction" in her own words further supports that.

PLEASE share this post and signal boost to protect fandoms and fanfiction!! Link to original context here.

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Daryl was frantic as he opened the cell door. "C'mon. We gotta go now. 'M gettin' ya outta here," he said. He was puzzled as you stayed huddled on the floor at the back of the cell. "C'mon. S'okay. I'mma make sure yer safe."

You continued to just stare at him with wide eyes. "Daryl—No. You can't," you replied.

His brow furrowed. Confusion washed over his face. "What? Yeah, I can. Ya ain't stayin' in here any longer. Look what they've already done t'ya," he said, his eyes flickering over the smears of dried blood on your skin and the blooming purple bruises. His chest felt hollow and achy. His heart raced with rage. He crossed the cell toward you, glancing over his shoulder again to make sure none of the Reapers were heading your way. He started to untie the ropes binding your wrists and ankles but you jerked away from him, glassy tears in your eyes.

"No! Please! If they know you helped me, they—they'll hurt you too! Please. I can't let you get hurt. Who knows what they'd do if—" you broke off and your eyes darted toward the door as a sound rattled down the hallway. Footsteps were soon audible in the distance.

Daryl swore under his breath, glancing up the long hallway. He looked back at you and cupped your face with one hand. "Nah. S'my job to worry 'bout that. I will get ya outta here. Alrigh'? I ain't lettin' 'em keep doin' this to ya. I promise."

Prompt: "Please! If they know you helped me, they—they'll hurt you too! Please. I can't let you get hurt."

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Daryl was hardly across the threshold when he froze stone still.

You quickly spun and fixed a wide-eyed stare on him. "Uhh—he was unconscious when I found him!"

Daryl looked down at Aiden's body on the floor behind you. His lip was split and his chin was swelling. Daryl snorted out a laugh and gave you a skeptical look. "Ya wanna wait 'til I even ask ya a question?"

You straightened up and crossed your arms. "...okay," you said uncertainly.

Daryl smirked. "D'ya need help hidin' the body?" he drawled.

You let out a light laugh, somewhat relieved and abashed. "He's not dead," you said.

Daryl came to stand beside you and look down on Aiden. He didn't know what the prick had done to cause you to punch him out but he was quite certain it was warranted. "Tha's a shame," he mused, rubbing a hand over his face. "Anybody see ya come in here?"

"I don't think so."

"Good. I'll be yer alibi. C'mon. Let's get outta here before he wakes up." He glanced over at you, a vague smile on his face. "Nice punch, by the way."

"Thanks," you said, grinning. Prompt: "He was unconscious when I found him."

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Daryl Dixon x Short!Reader Warnings: slight innuendo You proudly gestured to your small throwing knife, buried right in the exact center of the target you'd hung on the dead tree. "Hmm? And where is my prize?" you asked. "I believe I was about... oh, let's say six inches closer," you said, gripping the knife Daryl had throw and pulling it from the wood.

"C'mon, that ain't fair. Ya've been throwin' that thing for years and I only just started a couple days ago. Little more practice and I'll be on the same level as you," he retorted.

You clicked your tongue and shook your head, smirking at him. The light in your eyes was sparking in a way he found hypnotizing. "Oh, Daryl... Some things you just have to have a natural talent for," you teased him. "You can't get on my level no matter how hard you try."

He sighed and shook his hair out of his eyes. "Yeah, yer righ'. I can't crouch that low."

Your jaw dropped open as a wide smile grew on Daryl's face at your expense. You playfully hit him in the arm as he laughed and backed away, clearly pleased with himself. "Is that a joke about my height?! Because I will fight you right now!" you roared at him, attempting to hit him in the arm again.

He caught your hand in his and stopped your motion, a gruff chuckle still escaping him, reverberating in his chest. "Course it's a joke 'bout yer height. Yer tiny. I mean, everythin' is relative, righ'?"

"Doesn't mean I can't still kick yer ass!" you retorted, tugging your arm away from him.

Daryl laughed again and then sighed, giving you a fond look. "Aw, c'mon. 'M just teasin' ya. I like that yer tiny... means I can carry ya around easy if I gotta. Like that time ya sprained yer ankle real bad?" He stopped suddenly and you thought his face reddened slightly.

"What?"

"Nothin'," he said. "I didn't say nothin'..." But he was thinking something... something about how easy it'd be to manhandle you in a different way, if the situation ever arose... if he ever got up the courage to make a damn move.

Prompt: "You couldn't get on my level if you tried." / "Yeah, you're right. I can't even crouch that low."

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update update... *rolling my eyes*

Update on Faith Ann, multi-fandom plagiarizer.

It took longer than we expected, but it seems that Faith Ann (@/fandomimaginewasteland and @/fandom-reblogs-and-things) finally realized this blog has been doing its due diligence to support and protect creators. She has responded with two videos on her personal Youtube which I will link below. We will address some of the things she says in her first response video, but let us first emphasize, the creators of this blog stand with the content creators who have NEVER plagiarized and we have a right to protect them and increase awareness about bad actors (re: you).

Response 1 (1 hr 20 min, no we're not kidding) Response 2 (~40 min) I think Faith Ann's response can simply be summarized as "Oh noooooo, the consequences of my own past actions!" *insert mad face here*)

Faith: "I haven't done anything wrong on my new accounts." Us: ...Yet. Yeah, that's your pattern. You've done this at least 4 times that we know about where you delete and start again, swear you won't plagiarize, start off honest, then realize your shit isn't getting the attention you want, and then you rip off other writers AGAIN. (You also admit much later in this video, that essentially your entire fanfiction 'career' was basically founded on plagiarism and you refer to it as an addiction, so excuse out skepticism)

Faith: "I am engaged. I am going to be planning a wedding. I don't need this stress!" Us: Congrats. Past you should have thought about the potential consequences of your actions before you became a repeat plagiarizer.

Faith: "You don't need to put my name out there." Us: We only put out what you have yourself published now or on previous accounts, and yeah. We do. Because it is identifying information related to you and your bad actions on Tumblr and other platforms (namely, posting plagiarized content on Youtube as if it were your own).

Faith: "The whole reason this blog exists is because YOU don't know when to quit." Us, laughing: No, hun. It's because you made bad choices in the past that hurt the fandom space, caused writers to leave and stop writing, and because NO ONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND IS GOING TO BELIEVE YOU WHEN YOU SAY YOU'LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN. Definition of insanity situation here... doing the same thing and expecting different results. We have a right to protect creators in this space and be vigilant. And YOUR actions have created the need for this. If you didn't want to be called out for being shitty, don't act shitty. :)

Faith: "My apologies in the past were somewhat bullshit, but the last one wasn't." Us: LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL you just said the quiet part out loud, hun. Again, why would we believe you?"

Faith: "Thanks for doing this around Christmas-time." Us: Protecting creators from bad actors is a year-round gig. You're welcome.

Faith: "I like to write for a lot of characters and fandoms. What's your point?" Us: Girl, the only point of listing all that stuff is to alert people in those fandoms... We're not trying to make a point. It's for awareness.

Faith: "It was inspiration, albeit plagiarized inspiration." Us: ...do you hear yourself? There's no such thing as 'plagiarized inspiration.' THat's juST FUCKING PLAGIARISM.

Faith: "I will admit, me commenting on my own stuff was stupid. I don't know why I did that." Us: ....

Faith: "I didn't send myself messages threatening to post my subdivision where I live." Us: Yeah, we never said you did. You must have really pissed someone off with your bad behavior. We don't support doxxing and we wouldn't ever post details that personal about you, even if we have them. Doxxing people is scary and dangerous, and the FPWG doesn't support it or engage in it.

Faith, after reading out her own past "apology": "I'm not going to talk about @daryl-dixon-daydreams response because it made me kind of mad." Us: No, no. You should read it and respond. Because everything they said in it was 100% valid, which is why it made you mad. Please, do talk about it. You should give equal time to the people you wronged as you are to yourself. (She doesn't. She mainly reads her apologies aloud and ignores the responses from the original creators she harmed)

Faith, in regards to deleting past blogs after she was caught: "Yeah, I deleted because I don't want to deal with your crap. I want to move on." Us: I think it's more about realizing that you've burned those accounts by being a plagiarist... and by running away after people catch you. Who would want to stay and interact with you after that was revealed? If you don't want to deal with the consequences of your shitty actions, don't act shitty. How many times do we have to say it?

Faith: I only replied to one of my posts with another blog once. I don't send myself asks or requests. Us: You previously also denied making that reply, so again... why would anyone believe someone who has been shown to lie as much as you do?

Faith: Other people call themselves simps. What's your point? Us: It's for identification purposes that we mention it... Faith: I've never used MySpace so I don't know what you're talking about. [in regards to her themes and blog 'looks'] Us: It's for identification purposes that we mention it... so people can watch for you and identify your accounts. Faith, AGAIN: "I have not done anything wrong on this blog." Us: fucking YET. Faith: "Keep an eye on my blog. I don't give a shit. I'm not doing anything." Us: We will. And it seems, based on your 1 hour and 20 minute response (and additional 40 min other response), that you do give a shit. Faith: "I don't want to cause any more drama on Tumblr so I'm not posting about this there. More than you guys already have." Us: You do realize that you're the one who precipitated all this 'drama', right? Like, your actions, Faith. This blog isn't about drama. This blog is about protecting the creators who work diligently at their craft, the ones you stole from.

Faith: "I don't have time for this shit." Us: Seems like you do, for 1 hour 20 minutes of a response video + another 40 min response video.

Faith: "I have a lot of stress in my life right now. I have a lot of anxiety right now." Us: You know who else felt a lot of stress and anxiety, to the point that you ruined something positive for them, maybe forever?@writeriguess. Yeah. When you plagiarized her. We all have stress. We all have shitty stuff happening to us. Deal with it like an adult. That isn't relevant AT ALL in this conversation. It sounds like you're trying to make yourself the victim here and get sympathy. Not okay.

Faith, in regards to posting the 'don't plagiarize me' text on her blog: "So many people on Tumblr do that." Us: ...do you not know what 'irony' means? Genuine question. Maybe go look it up.

Faith: "Good luck with finding more evidence against me." Us: Thanks! If there is evidence to find of further plagiarism, we will find it. So kind of you.

Faith then goes on to admit that the beginning of her entire fanfiction "career" let's call it, was based on plagiarism when she was just a kid. Yeah, kids are stupid. You made mistakes. But you're an adult now and have been repeatedly told and shown how damaging it is to the writers you rip off. There's literally no excuse. If it's an "addiction," SEEK HELP. WORK ON YOURSELF. Stress is not an excuse. Anxiety is not an excuse. ADD is not an excuse. Developmental disorders or learning disabilities are not an excuse in this instance. You knew what you were doing is wrong as evidenced by your attempts to hide it. Seek. Help. You're harming people. Girl. Don't offer your phone number to strangers on the internet and don't offer to meet up with them either. JFC... Faith: "I know that I should leave Tumblr for good and I said that I was going to last time." Us: Yeah, if this is an "addiction" you fucking should. We don't want you in this space, which is supposed to be safe for writers and creators... That's kind of the entire point of this post and this blog.

To her credit, Faith has calmed down by the end of this HUGE response video she posted (seriously, it was arduous to get through) and she does apologize if she sounded like an asshole. I'm gonna tiptoe past that one... She reiterates that she doesn't plan to plagiarize, but again.... why the fuck should we believe her? At this point, awareness and vigilance are the best courses of action here. We're still going to be watching, Faith. And if you do plagiarize, we will find out. Your apologies are empty at this point. I hope you are genuine when you say you are done with it, but we all have no reason to believe you. (Full disclosure here, at the time of posting, we have not watched the second response video in its entirety, because since the first one was an hour and twenty minutes long, we don't know what possibly new things you could have to say. So, our responses and summaries end here with video #1.)

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Happy Flashback Friday!

“Shit,” you muttered, looking ahead at the outpost and mentally tallying the number of vehicles and people inside. You pressed a hand to your forehead. “We can’t do this now… there are too many fuckin’ Saviors hanging around.”

Daryl let out a huff. “Is sanity finally makin’ a comeback? Ain’t that what I’ve been sayin’ this whole damn time?” He straightened up and fixed his blue eyes on you in a disapproving look. “I thought I was s’posed to be the reckless one…” he drawled.

You shot him a look. “You are!” you insisted. 

“Really? ‘Cuz the last 3 times we’ve been out here, I’ve had to pull yer ass from the fire 3 out of 3! I should just start leavin’ ya at home,” he growled.

You let out a small laugh and shrugged. “Okay… maybe I’ve been a little bit hasty about getting back at these assholes. But it’s because I know what they fucking did to you, and I can’t stomach them getting away with it for too much longer! Also, is it a problem for you, being my hero?” you asked him, shooting him your best smile.

Daryl gulped and straightened up. “I’d rather ya just stayed safe…” he drawled.

“But the hero benefits are so good,” you laughed.

“Benefits? I ain’t seen nothin’ ‘bout any benefits,” he retorted, wondering where you were going with this.

“Oh really? Remind me to give you the brochure when we get home… Page 2 has some truly tantalizing options.”  You flashed him another broad smile and you swore he went pink out to his ears.

Prompt: “Is sanity finally making a comeback?”

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Oh I’m so sorry to hear that, I’m kinda knew to this page so sorry if I missed some post explaining that or saying you aren’t doing longer works 🥺

oh no, not at all! you didn't miss anything. I'm still doing longer works, but I have a chronic illness, so sometimes when I am having a flare up it slows down writing a bit. I've also been working A TON at my real person job (almost as if that is related to the pain flare up... *sigh*)

no need to apologize, anon! <3

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Omg ok I know you just posted that Drabble like 5 seconds ago and I literally ran here to read it, but you NEED to make that into a one shot, horde scene to Daryl taking care of reader and all, I beg 😭 lol jk jk. But if your willing that would be an awesome imagine, but no pressure! Anywho, love your writing!

<3 <3 <3 hmmmmm... mulling on this now... I've been trying to finish the next part to The Ghost but I've been having some chronic pain flare ups for the last two weeks... on the struggle bus here a bit. So thanks for you patience waiting for some longer writing...

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Daryl stirred beside you and although you didn't open your eyes, his shifting weight was enough to drag you out of sleep. His fingertips trailed across the bare skin of your arm and you sighed and rolled into him.

"Mmm. Five more minutes," you hummed, nudging in against his chest.

It reverberated with a low laugh. "Ya've been asleep for fifteen hours..." he said, brushing his fingers through your hair.

"Hmmph... well, after what I just went through can you blame me? How many people can say they survived being locked in a room with a horde?" you countered. Daryl hugged you more tightly against him at your words, again gripped with a flash of terror.

"I know. But ya should eat somethin'. Drink some water."

But you were so warm and comfortable and felt so safe with him beside you, the thought of moving at all or of him moving could have brought you to tears. "No. Just lay here with me. Just for a little longer. Please?"

Daryl pressed a long kiss into your hair. "Alrigh'. Ten more minutes. Then 'm gettin' up to take care of ya. Deal?"

You sighed. "I guess."

He lifted your chin with a gentle finger and you finally opened your eyes to meet his blue ones. Then he pressed a heated kiss to your lips and you melted into one another.

Prompt: "Mmm. Five more minutes..." / "Ya've been asleep for fifteen hours."