#LOOK JUST DON'T READ IT IF YOU HAVE SQUICKS

[mermaidsirennikita]

People are ridiculously entitled and it’s genuinely so disheartening. Books are someone’s ART. You don’t just get to alter a name in someone else’s creative work. (I’m appalled people out there think this is remotely acceptable - writers are not court jesters nor do they exist to please everyone - no human being nor their creative work does, in fact!) Thanks for putting your various responses out there! Here’s hoping people learn to respect and appreciate artists and creators once again

Quoth Nora Roberts:

I am not here to be a slave to certain reader’s wants, needs, whims. Again, I write what I write, and these are MY characters, in my books. Not yours. They are yours to enjoy or not, but they belong to me, they come from me...

You don’t have to agree, but I’m not writing for your particular point of view. Again, I’ve explained my reasons for this. I won’t do so again. My characters, my books, my decision. If you want something else, read something else.

And yes, I said that, too. Blast away, it changes nothing. I am not obliged to meet an individual’s demands.

So.

First off:

If you're really super chill about the idea of being able to change what writers write just because you didn't like a detail you think is small and irrelevant, I would sincerely encourage you to read La Nora's full thoughts on similar issues... and yeah, I'm gonna equate something as "small" as a name with what Nora's talking about here. Because it is ALL the author's domain. I've never personally subscribed to the idea that a work "isn't yours anymore" once it's out in the world. The way people interpret and interact with it isn't yours, sure. But it's still your creation, and you should be the only person with control over the content.

... and sometimes, I, as a reader, don't like what authors do with their content. I get it. I don't like that Lisa Kleypas edited her work years after publishing it, because I'm big on the "own what you wrote originally even if it's uncomfy" train... (for the most part--editing the fetishization of Cam and Kev would've made sense to me). And I don't think there's anything wrong with readers pointing out problematic shit in a writer's work, offering critique in an open forum, as Smart Bitches, Trashy books did when reading Hello, Stranger, which I speculate may have prompted some of Lisa's edits.

But! I can't say that it would ever be my right as a reader to, say, use future technology to tell my reading device "edit out the times Cam says shit that reads super fetishized". It's just kind of repellent to me to imagine rewriting someone's work in any way without their permission. Fuck, I don't even like the idea of estates releasing sequels or revised versions of books unless the author indicated that such was in their wishes in their will. (See: the TWO official Gone with the Wind sequels/prequels/whatever authorized by Margaret Mitchell's estate.)

We, as readers, have our lanes. The writers have theirs. And sometimes, as writers, they do tiny things or BIG things in their lanes that we dislike. (I love Tiffany Reisz's Original Sinners series, for the most part. I really, REALLY hate the most recent book in the series. HATE. IT. But the only thing I can do about that shit is just pretend that book never happened, which I actually can fairly efficiently because I do in fact control what my brain does. Or, seek out books that give me what that series didn't with that most recent book. Sierra Simone's do a bangin' job.) But you know... Not only do I not think it is safe for me to merge into their lane... I don't want writers to feel like they have to submit to demand and give away pieces of their work in order to keep selling.

(And honestly? For the vast majority, I don't think it would make enough of a difference anyway--writers are often sold bills of goods with new strategies or tech. "This will change the way you sell books". Most writers won't ever be able to write full time anyway, and I find the way that this fantasy that you'll be able to do otherwise with THIS TECH optimizing your writing time, or THIS SUBSCRIPTION increasing the eyeballs that will see your book... Scammy. Not all of it's bad! But the selling strategy that you'll make more money... If you're selling on KU, if five extra people buy your book you're still making pennies, so it's gotta be more than one thing that converges to create the sale, and a lot of that, I gotta say, is word of mouth and people just LIKING YOUR SHIT. And I'd argue that they're more likely to like your shit if you're invested as a writer.)

Second:

No need to thank me! I honestly think that the majority of readers do appreciate what writers do (or don't feel either way about it and just read like people have always read lol) but I don't know. I can't really tell what it is--the sort of "fandom" that's been created around books (and like, author fan clubs and such have always existed, but obviously the accessibility is so different), new tech developing very rapidly when for centuries books were relatively stagnant technologically speaking, the fanficification of EVERY type of media it feels like... But the sense of entitlement that certain readers feel does seem to have grown. Or maybe it's simply become more visible. I mean, Nora Roberts has from the dawn of her writing career taken off had fans that can communicate with her, and I'm sure many have written letters like "Go give these characters a baby :(".

My biggest thing is always going to be this: some books ain't gonna be for you. There are books that sound so Caroline. I read them, and for whatever reason--writing style, one character choice, something ephemeral I can't name--they aren't. Everyone else loves these books. I'd love to love these books. I'd love to discuss these books. I'm not in the party. And that's FINE. Not every party is going to be a party I'm down for! One of my best friends loooooves Tessa Bailey and Tessa-like contemporaries. Tessa, by and large, doesn't work for me. So my friend and I can't discuss a lot of books in depth. Do I wish historicals worked for her so that I could nerd out with her? Sure! But I can't make something that doesn't work for her work for her, and I can't make Tessa's books work for me.

And I know that people will be like "it's just a name bitch", but... it's a slippery slope to me, just like ALL of AI and AI-related tech has been a slippery slope. Like, y'all said AI wasn't gonna be a big deal and would just make things easier, and people are now selling AI-written books under their names. Everyone said that authors would have control over how AI interacted with their books, and books are being scraped for AI on the daily.

I do not want anyone to have final control over what is and isn't in a book but the person who wrote the book. I do not want writers to feel like they need to cede any amount of control over the copy in that book over to readers in order to succeed.

And I honestly think it would be a lot healthier for everyone involved if we as readers (viewers, general audiences) just accepted that we don't get everything we want, and creatives are not here to dance to our tune. They are people, and they want to tell the stories they want to tell. Your power? Is in your dollar. If you don't like that shit, don't buy it. If you don't want to support it... don't! Fuck, if you want to talk shit on the internet about how the most recent book in the series was absolutely not for you, that's your right, too.

I don't want you fucking with a single word on the page, though. Feel free to go write your own shit--prosper! But that part of what Nora said that rings true to me most is "they come from me". These books come from writers. You have them because of those writers. So, I don't know, dude. Just take what's there, and if you dislike it, spit it out and move on to the thing you will like. Authors aren't churn factories to produce what you want, and ROMANCE as a genre, however commercial it is and however much it does have that One Rule that defines it as a genre... Is still something that writers should be allowed to experiment with. That's the work writers put in. The work readers put in? Finding shit that works for us. And I'm telling you... With a little practice, it ain't hard. How do y'all think I have all these books to recommend? Lmao

[diseaseriddencube]

i keep going back to read sparklecare thinking i'll like it but i just...don't

maybe i'm silly but it feels very flat? I still have no real grasp on the characters or attachment to them, I have vague ideas of a few of their main traits but not much else. I'm aware the entire comic is basically vent art, it does just read like a child's fanfic though..not to be insulting to fanfiction, but it does have a certain style or writing or joking to it. I don't dislike it either, but the writing and characters just don't vibe with me, i don't have the words to adequately explain why though

[oldtvandcomics]

I got my first negative comment on a fanfiction today, and I’m absolutely Feeling Something. Mostly just excitement about trying to understand the reasoning behind the person who commented.

They... they said that they don’t like the ship.

Like, that was the whole comment.

On a clearly tagged fic I wrote five years ago. About a ship that has a whole total of 16 works on AO3, in a show that’s got like... 75.

I couldn’t make this shit up even if I tried to.

[max-nico]

I won't even click on a fic if all of the tags are just relationship tags, character tags, and the description is less than 2 sentences long

[itpemod]

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[cuffmeinblack]

Crimson Sheets

Ron Weasley x f!reader

Tags: explicit | period sex | blood | cunnilingus | menophilia??

1.5k words

Summary: Ron doesn't let a silly little thing like menstruation stop perfectly good morning sex.

A/n: I feel like I should apologise. Eh. But seriously if period sex gives you the squick obviously don't read!

Sheer torture.

That's what this was. 

Your skin heated with the flush of arousal, every gentle flick of Ron's tongue against your lips sending your heart hammering against your rib cage. There was no escaping this without the bitter pang of disappointment and the resultant hours spent in agonising frustration.

With all the regret in the world, you pulled away from the heated kiss, panting and fingers flexing around the fabric of his shirt, held together by a mere two buttons. You’d been busy unpicking them when you’d had the bitter realisation that you had to stop. 

Ron's eyelids fluttered, lips still parted as his groggy mind caught up to what you’d just done. He looked adorable, confused and entirely fuckable—and therein lay the problem. You groaned and covered your face with your hands, willing the throbbing ache between your legs to dull.

“What's wrong? Not feeling it?” He'd never been very good at keeping his emotions from his voice; you could hear the barely masked disappointment, the hint of concern.

“No! I mean yes, God, yes I am, but…fuck.” Your fingers slid down your cheeks, looking up into Ron's eyes that sparkled in the gentle dawn light, shadows dancing across his fiery ruffled hair. “I just can't. You know…” You gestured vaguely to where your bodies met, his morning glory pressed against you. It wasn't enough, could never be enough; the tantalising friction never quite brought the relief you desperately sought. Another low groan left your mouth, hips shifting in surrender—it would have to do. “M’on my period,” you muttered.

Ron, rather than simply rolling off you or wincing in disgust, merely licked his lips and his gaze continued to linger on where you were pressed together. When he finally looked at you through hooded eyes, framed in those pretty blond lashes, he did so with a devilishly crooked smile. He shrugged with one shoulder, resuming his slow grinding against your aching core. “Doesn't bother me.” And then his lips were once again pressed to yours, firmer, his tongue slipping between your parted lips.

“Ron…,” you gasped, further debate captured by his increasingly heated kiss. His hands were roaming, shedding his layers. 

Thank Merlin.

You kissed him back eagerly, fingers tracing the waistband of his pyjama trousers before tugging them down, grabbing a handful of his behind to pull him closer, desperate for more friction. He grinned against your lips and shuffled out of the last of his clothes, kneeling before you completely unabashed. His cock stood proud, thick and glistening; your core throbbed in response.

He was staring hungrily at your curves, sliding your vest up and shorts down to expose as much skin as possible, and then it hit you—shyness. Your hand flew out and grabbed his wrist. “Don’t look, I need to take off—”

“Don’t be daft, I’m not afraid of a bit of blood,” he scoffed.

There was no deterring him, as much as it pained you to see him ogling your knickers with a blood-stained pad clinging to them for dear life. To his credit, he didn’t bat an eyelid, didn’t seem to care at all; merely threw them over his shoulder and resumed kneading every inch of flesh he could find with a mesmerised sort of worship whilst his erection twitched with want.

Ron took a palm full of your tender breast and lowered himself on top of you, lips finding the sensitive skin behind your ear. Kissing, licking and murmuring praises, he sent you into a pleasure-filled stupor where nothing else mattered but his touch. He trailed down your body, his copper mop fisted tightly in your hand.

The ache between your legs grew painful as he took his sweet time, breathing so ragged you could scarcely call his name between gasping for air. When finally you felt him nip at your hip bone, your eyes flew wide in realisation of where he was and what he intended to do.

“Ron, what—”

“Just relax, will you?” He tutted and planted two large hands on your thighs, spreading your legs wide with a firm grip that invited no debate before shuffling to get comfortable on the bed between them. 

All you could do was gape, disbelieving. You almost shoved him away in shame, but what exactly was there to be shameful of? Ron was busy kissing your inner thighs, tinged pink with blood, entirely unperturbed and moaning happily as he did so. You loosened the grip on his hair and he looked up at you, smirking, before delving between your thighs with renewed vigour.

His tongue found its mark almost immediately. A great shiver ran up your spine as he licked between your folds, right over your sensitive clit. He pushed your legs higher, firmly planted against his shoulders, and nestled deeper.

“Fucking hell,” was all you could manage to say as he licked and sucked without hesitation, barely drawing breath. He was clearly enjoying himself, just as much as he usually did when he’d beg to taste you; even as you saw red blooming on his cupid’s bow and the tip of his nose, he didn’t falter. 

Your combined moans filled the room, almost deafening amongst the wet, squelching sounds emanating from between your legs. Your face was already too heated to blush, and he was far too distracting to give the mess much thought. Your orgasm didn’t merely creep up on you; it ramped up so swiftly your head spun, until you were gripping the sheets and arching your back clean off them, gasping Ron’s name with an uninhibited plea.

His eyes fixed upon you so intently it might’ve been unnerving, yet was so beautifully intimate as he wordlessly coaxed forth your release. When he added two fingers inside you, you finally let go. Stars erupted in your vision as you reached your climax and fell into blissful oblivion, the orgasm so intense you almost cried with relief.

“Th’s’it,” Ron mumbled, before returning his mouth to you, gently lapping in rhythm to the waves of pleasure threatening to drown you. His fingers curled inside you, languorously pumping in and out, as if beckoning more, more, more. “You’re so bloody beautiful, fuck…”

It might have been a mere minute later, yet felt like an eternity before you could finally manage to prop yourself on your elbows, dizzy and enveloped in a heavenly haze. Ron smiled up at you, and he looked like he’d been caught in a massacre. Red streaked his chin, his nose; his lips stained so darkly with fresh blood it reminded you of a vampire caught feasting on his prey.

“I…what a mess,” you said weakly. He still had his fingers inside you, lazily caressing. He licked his lips again and smiled.

“You still taste amazing,” he replied, blinking slowly.

You let out a shaky laugh, still helplessly aroused; either in despite of or because of the sight, you weren’t sure. Though your muscles protested, you sat up, intending to push Ron back on the side of the bed still unmarred, but he had other plans.

“I’m not done with you yet.” His voice was low and husky, dripping with lust, and the fire in his eyes caught you by surprise.

“I thought I'd repay the favour,” you said by way of explanation, but clearly he didn’t want your hand, or your mouth.

“I need to be inside you.” He clambered over you, and you fell back against the mattress. Hands stained crimson pinned you beneath him, thighs spreading your legs wide once more. His cock prodded at your slick entrance, twitching eagerly. He looked feral, animalistic, almost.

“You like this, don’t you?” 

He answered with a hard thrust, one swift motion that filled you completely. “You have no idea,” he rasped. He pulled out slowly before plunging back inside with a low groan. “You feel so good.”

There was no stopping him, and you had no intention of doing so. Every nerve ending you possessed seemed sensitised, and his relentless pounding turned you into a limp and boneless mess that knew only pleasure and nothing of your own name. He held you tightly, his knuckles white, hips snapping with synchronised moans. You thought you managed to say his name but it only came out as a whimper when your walls fluttered around him, another orgasm consuming the last of your ability to form coherent speech.

“That’s it, come for me…” Ron gasped, his gaze fixed where he continued to pound into you, watching intently as you squeezed around him. “Fucking hell, babe, you’re such a mess.”

He said it not laughing or with disgust but in awe, utterly transfixed. “I’m gonna…”

“Come inside me, Ron,” you whimpered.

He needed no more encouragement; with a shudder and an ear splitting moan, his orgasm exploded, filling you with his release. Each pulse of his cock came with a new gasp or expletive, his head thrown back but eyes still on you. Soon you were dripping cum on the ruined bed sheets as he thrusted slowly inside you, unable to take any more. 

You had nothing left to give; you were ruined.

Ron slumped down next to you, and you lapsed into astonished silence for several minutes before you both tried to break it at once.

“That was ama—”

“Best sex ev—”

You both laughed, relieved that the other felt the same. 

When you looked down at your bodies, legs now entwined and Ron’s hands firmly encircling your waist, you smiled. The blood would wash off with the sweat and other bodily fluids once you stood under the shower; just another to add to the steady stream of water. All those days you’d shied away from intimacy for fear of disgusting him now felt like wasted opportunities.

“What are you thinking?” he finally asked.

“That it’s a shame. I really liked these bed sheets.”

[stormxpadme]

There's a bit of fanfiction negativity in the tags :(. Looking for something to cheer me up, what's your personal scogan fanfic favorites?

Yeah, I saw that, both in the scogan and scogean tag, with posts even including the character name tags. Like. Not cool, people. Way to make authors feel shitty who have been guarding the ship lighthouse for the last 20 years. Claiming in the most popular tags, there's only like 1 good fic among more than 1500? Wow, okay. So I was very happy to receive your ask. Let's counter that negativity with some awesome scogan reads!

Damaged by scottxlogan

Can't do any scogan rec list without including the leading authority on the subject. @scottxlogan is the author who pulled me into this ship years ago, not to mention they're a great friend, unbelievably talented writer and artist, and they deserve all the love. Damaged is surely one of their most ambitious projects and deserves every single view, kudos and review out there. Set in the DOFP finale verse that is no doubt the author's specialty, the story comes with an alluring, intricated plot that leaves you on the edge of your seat along with all the feels.

Submission by scottxlogan

I'm also including a newer work by the same author in case you just want to get a feel for how wonderfully she writes these guys, not to mention the shameless steamy goodness that are the author's smut scenes. scottxlogan is an expert at reversing common fandom tropes believably, and this will leave you longing for more of these power exchanges easily.

he carries the reminders by Wolfsheart

@mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea is another great friend and author I would trust even with my biggest squicks (not that she writes those anyway :D). She's not only technically brillant and very well-versed in the lore which makes every pairing she writes a great read (check out her Tony/Emma, too!), but she'll also never fail to make you laugh or put those hearts in your eyes. And don't miss all those pop culture references that even put Peter Parker to shame! She also gives us scogan fans exactly what we need with stories like this one, combining our fav hurt/comfort tropes with a healthy dose of canon fix it.

I loved you since I knew you by strangenewwords

@strangenewwords is a fairly new and dearly beloved addition to our group at @scoganbingo events, but she's already made a huge impact with her delicious smut and angst stories that hit you right in the feels. Technically also brillant, the linked story is definitely one you don't want to get spoilered for beforehand because the ending will leave you in absolute awe and tears. The author doesn't shy away from including the darkest sides of Scott's past but handles every subject with the necessary care and respect, and as I said ... You don't want to miss out on all that delicious smut!

The Day Before the Soldiers Came by Cerylid

Cery is offering a much-needed fixit for the team dynamics between the X-Men and Logan before X2 with this story. It comes with a lot of humor but also far more feels than you expect. The texting is hilarious but it's the quiet tones that get to you.

*****

Speaking of fix-its, since that negativity in the tags kinda got to me, too, I might just throw in one of my own works here too since I also got lots of Scogan stuff out there.

My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold

is basically my go-to X3 fix-it. You look for something to make that movie right, you got it all right there. Along with a bit of horror (we are talking about resurrection, after all) comes a dramatic rescue mission in a mental limbo, and you get an Avenger and Emma Frost guest-starring. There's a couple of follow up chapters that explore both scogan and Tony/Emma a bit further, and we even get a Laura version in old movieverse along the line, and of course all the nasty nasty smut you guys are here for.

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So, that's it from the top of my hat. All these accounts have even more great stories to check out, and there's lots of other scogan authors out there with great stories to enjoy. So don't let anyone tell you, there's no quality scogan stuff on AO3.

[teecupangel]

Hey tee want to hear an absolutely horrific Desmond idea that just popped in my head? Of course you do.

(tw though for a bunch of stuff about dead bodies so if that's a squick you can delete this message without reading the rest.)

At one point in The Hollows book series, the protagonist encounters a high-power magic entity that can possess the recently dead in order to communicate directly with mortals.

What if a Desmond whose body is destroyed by the aurora device and he ends up adrift in the Grey for an unknowable amount of time

until he gravitates, without meaning to, to points in his ancestral history where there is a suitable vessel for him to inhabit?

The rules surrounding this:

1) The vessel he occupies must be recently deceased, within about two hours.

2) How long he can stay in a body is affected by how complex the life form is. Humans are the longest at 12hrs.

3) The time limit is expressed by the body slowly turning to ash and dust, until it reaches a critical point and can no longer hold itself together, at which point it basically disintegrates.

4) Those with Eagle Vision inherently know on looking at a body occupied by Desmond that it is Desmond. If he is occupying a human body, he will seem to them to resemble what he looked like when he was alive.

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more assorted thoughts:

Desmond isn't limited to a linear timeline. He gets drawn back to the Grey every time his body dissolves, from which theoretically any point in time can be accessed.

I like the idea though that at least at first, he doesn't have control over where he goes. In addition to trying to figure out how this whole thing works, he's just popping up in the most random/useless of times.

He can visit any time and place he has an ancestral connection to, whether or not he unlocked those memories while he was still alive. There just needs to be a suitable vessel nearby. And, well. Pretty much every assassin ancestor has plenty of opportunity for that.

Also, jumping off rule 3 above, Desmond isn't like...so him needing to possess a vessel is basically like, needing to anchor himself to something Present. And what he's anchoring to isn't even the body exactly, it's the memory of life. Which is why more complex things anchor him longer, they have a more substantial memory of life/concept of self/their existence.

So as he's burning through the body, he's holding it together through his own force of will more and more, until the memory is burnt out and will alone isn't enough.

An interesting effect then is that the body's death blows don't affect what he's able to do in it, but lifelong conditions do, when he first possesses it. If a person's eyes were gouged out to kill them, Desmond can still see in the body, because the memory of life still remembers having eyes, even though the physical eyes are ruined. But if Desmond possessed someone who had been blind for years, he wouldn't be able to see, because the memory of life doesn't conceptualize itself as a seeing being. As the memory faded and it became more about Desmond holding himself together, he'd regain some of his sight.

Funny enough, this means that while non-human bodies tend to be of limited usefulness, there is a period toward the end of the possession where he can speak and communicate with people, even if he's like. A mouse. Because at the very end it's more his concept of self establishing what the body can do than the mouse's.

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For real though just imagine with me how freaked out his ancestors would be when some of their kills randomly sit back up and start talking. Like. You never know when or where Zombie Desmond will appear, but it will probably be at the least convenient of times and everyone will scream.

I love this idea because of the sheer angst potential.

Like, sure, we can go down the horror comedy route and I’m all for it since I love that genre.

But just imagine Desmond possessing one of the Auditore’s bodies while Ezio was trying to bury them. Ezio’s horrified outrage at the idea that some kind of entity was possessing his younger brother. Desmond didn’t mean to possess Petruccio’s body, he still can’t control this, Ezio- “Shut up!”

It’s definitely the worst kind of first meeting.

And Desmond doesn’t know if this was worse or better than his first meeting with Altaïr.

Because with Altaïr, Desmond screwed up so badly by possessing Adha’s dead body, giving Altaïr a false sense of hope that he wasn’t too late.

Unlike Ezio’s grief and rage, the way Altaïr’s face completely shut down was much more worrying to Desmond because he has no idea what that silence was supposed to mean.

Even when Desmond apologizes and promises that he didn’t mean to, Altaïr simply ignored all of these and just asked Desmond what he was and what he wanted.

The worst part of this entire thing is that Desmond doesn’t even know what he wanted.

And then there was Ratonhnhaké:ton.

Desmond didn’t even know if Ratonhnhaké:ton hated him or not.

Because the first time Desmond possessed someone in Ratonhnhaké:ton’s time, he was getting the hang of all of these.

And he was able to save Kaniehtí:io, sure.

By possessing a child who had recently died. A child that Ratonhnhaké:ton knew by name. He had probably been playing with that child a few hours ago before Desmond possessed their corpse.

… and Desmond spent weeks in that body with only Ratonhnhaké:ton knowing that he wasn’t his friend.

Ratonhnhaké:ton probably didn’t trust him.

But hey…

At least he didn’t possessed Kaniehtí:io or something.

That would have been so awkward.

The new problem Desmond had was that…

Well…

He just possessed some naked dude in the middle of some sort of island.

“Jeezus!”

And he has no idea who this dark blond haired man that smelled of salt and rum was supposed to be.

But from the looks of things…

He was wearing what may or may not be Assassin robes belonging to the dead body he was now occupying.

[foodtruckery]

Okay wait, tell me if this is too much, But!

Man ABO verse where Stan does present as an omega before he’s kicked out. Like he goes into his first heat while his parents are out of town for a week (his mind and body feeling safe and relaxed for once???) and the only alpha around to help is Ford. So being the brother he is, and since this is before the science fair incident, he helps Stan through his heat. Things still run its course and Stan still gets kicked out, but this? It’s even angstier because Stan and Ford have sort of acknowledged their feelings for each other, been closer than ever, and now Ford is hurt, betrayed, and turning away from Stan. And Stan has been hurt, betrayed, and abandoned by the only good Alpha he knows (both their parents are Betas bc Fuck Filbrick he doesn’t deserve to be an alpha). And to tie it off?

Stan’s pregnant (I know mpreg can squick people out, sorry). He’s pregnant, and Ford doesn’t know, won’t elbow until a decade later when he asks for Stan’s help and Stan brings along these almost 10 year twins with 6 fingers

definitely not too much, anon! i actually think i've read at least one fic that was similar to this, at least with the first half - stan and ford both presenting at home, stan going into heat, ford helping - which was a delight!

i'll be honest, the pregnancy bit doesn't typically do it for me (not a squick exactly, just not really my thing!). BUT. i will say that i do really love thinking about how things may have changed on stan's end if he had gotten kicked out and realized he was pregant. i think in that situation, it would be a BIG deal if he decided to even see that shit through (and idk maybe he seriously considers not, but finding out it's twins??? that's harder and worse in most ways but it also makes it harder to terminate).

but if stan did end up pregnant and he did keep them? i think it's WAY more likely that stan would have established more stability in his life a lot faster. by himself, he's wrapped up in a lot of the anger, the get-rich-quick mentality, the 'i don't need anyone' and the self loathing that leads to self sabotage and putting himself in dicey situations.

but with kids to look out for??? fuck that. sure there's still a lot of "fuck i can't do this, they'd be better off with someone else," and he's definitely still hurt and angry, angrier in some ways even. but i think he'd be more willing to accept help when it's offered (i could see him running a "poor pregnant omega" racket, which isn't really a racket but that's how he'd see it, for sympathy and cash, but accidentally attracting some sincerely concerned good samaritans). it'd be easier to settle for "good enough," cause if he can't prove his family wrong by getting rich, at least he can prove that he's a better fucking parent.

and honestly i say all that specifically to set up (and i'm sorry cause i think this might be a sharp left from where you were going with this anon) that i think it would be SO much more interesting if, when stan gets the ask from ford, he's already settled in with someone else (my jimmy snakes affection rears its head again here) and actually doing...pretty well, all things considered. it puts him and ford in two VERY different places - life-wise and their perspectives of the relationship they'd had - and further complicates an already sticky stituation.

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

Pals. Friends. Hellsitemen. The hits-to-engagement ratio on ao3 is meaningless. A low amount of kudos compared to the amount of hits doesn't mean people read your fic and disliked it, or just didn't care enough to bother leaving kudos.

Personally I've clicked on a million links to fics on tumblr posts that recommended a fic or under fanart inspired by the fic, opened the fic in a tab, looked at the tags, went "okay not for me/not what I am feeling right now" and closed it.

That's it! The hit can just come from someone who came in and figured out they were not in the mood for that fic, or the tags included something they are not into, or squicks, or anything.

Who knows how many times this has happened on the same fic? It's not like we can remember the title of any fic we opened and chose not to read.

Don't obsess over hits not turned into signals of engagement. No fic is everyone's cup of tea (or even the fic one feels like reading in a specific moment!), and to figure out if a fic might be your cup of tea you often have to open the tab and read the tags in the fic page.

[deeseelovez]

dirty secret

ghostface!regulus black x reader

muggle!au and they are adults with jobs but let's pretend they are on holiday or something.

warnings: smut. sex. I will update it as I go down. dom! regulus and sub! reader. pre-existing consent, dirty talk on the phone, stalking, 'breaking in', knife play (it's fake), degradation and praise, a lil ass play, some spanking, over-stimulation, face-fucking, hair-yanking, reading links his body, face-sitting, and I think man-handling? squiriting.

(just as a pre-thing so I can get right into it, Regulus and the reader talked about her obsession and kink about being stalked and hunted by the killer, Ghostface; he is surprised but is willing to try anything. He refers to the reader as 'boyfriend', it's regulus, but idk thought it was hot.)

This might be the worst or best thing I've ever written.

4.1k words

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The summer nights slowly turned into autumn breeze. I always liked having the door open, and the screen door closed when the autumn weather started in London. 

It's a cloudy evening, but it still felt good enough to have the door open, I sat in my living room sipping on a cup of tea in my loungewear. 

When the phone rang, I picked up the white home phone and held up to my ear. 

"Black Residents," I say into the phone. 

"Who is this?" A dark voice said over the phone, I don't recognize.

"Uh, who are you? You're the one who called me." I say into the phone, "No one there?" I say into the phone slamming onto the stand for it and not even a full minute later, it rings again. 

"Hello?" I say again into the phone and I heard deep breathing. 

"Guess I dialed the wrong number," The voice says with a breathy chuckle.

"So, why did you do it again," I say. 

"To apologize of course," 

"Well, you're forgiven." I say to the disembodied voice, I go to hang up again, but I hear a sharp, "Wait!" 

"Yes?" 

"I want to talk to you," Says the deep voice; I could feel a shiver of interest go down my spine, "Don't you wanna talk to me?" 

"I don't know who you are?" 

"Is this too scary for you, talking to a stranger?" The stranger asks. 

"I'm not scared," I say. 

"I'd really like to get to know you." He says to me, but there is change in his voice, "When do you think your boufriend will be back." 

"Who says I have a boyfriend?' 

"Well, I've been watching your house for at least a day and a half and he hasn't been back." 

"W-what?" I felt my chest heaving.

"Don't be scared, pretty thing." I could feel fear and pleasure both making themselves down my body, "I don't want to harm you, just want to talk, you look out breath, princess. How about you take a few deep brea-"

But out of instinct, I slam the phone down and get up to close the front door and lock it. 

The ringing started again, it felt louder this time more ominous. It filled the whole house, I walk over to the phone. 

"You listen to me, you slut; if you hang up this phone again, I will cut you come clit to brain" He groans into the phone, and I sit down on the coach, "Are you scared, now?" 

"M-maybe?" 

"I can see you shaking, sweetheart. Don't worry; I want to play a little game with you. Do you like games?" 

I swaollowed the lump in my throat, "Yes," 

"Yes, what?" 

"Yes, sir." I squicked out

"Good girl," He says into the phone, another deep breath, "God, I can practically smell your cunt from here. Are you dripping right now? Do you like being scared?"

"Yes, sir," I say, I stand up, putting the phone between my shoulder and chin to keep held upright, 

"If you get these questions right, I'll let you touch yourself. Or maybe I'll have to give you a special gift. " I stood in front of my coach, in front of my back door, that is still wide open. I slowly take off my sweatpants. 

"Oh, you're not wearing any panties." He says, and I turn around spanking my own ass as I pull the rest of my sweatpants off. 

"I have the perfect view of your pretty pussy," He says, "I want you to sit on your couch with your feet up and knees spread, showing me how wet you are." 

I did as he told me to do, I can't say no to a man on the phone watching me, I dipped my finger into my pussy. 

"No!" He screamed, "Not until I tell you can, unless you want me to come in there, and cut that pretty finger off." 

"What's the name of the girl who gets killed first in Scream?" 

"Casey Becker,"

"That's my good whore," He says. 

"Can I touch myself now?" I ask and he laughs. 

"You have to answer all the of them silly girl," He says, but I could feel myself growing more needy as he talks into the phone. 

"Okay, please," I whine into the phone. 

"I can't believe this wet for a stranger on the phone, so pathetic, if you're pussy wasn't so pretty, I'd have to gut you for being so pathetic." He laughs into the phone as I let out another whine, "Tell me, what line did Jack Nicholson improve in The Shining." 

"Here's Johnny," I say into the phoen breathlessly, 

"Good, just one more question, and you get a special reward." 

"What's the next question," 

"Sometimes, getting ahead of themselves, don't you think so, Angel?" The nickname made me moan into the phone. 

"Please," Is all the words coming out of my mouth and he asked the last question, but I didn't even hear them, I was too focused on the pleasure. 

"10," He started to count down, for me to answer the question. 

"Wh-what was the question?" I asked again, 

"Should have listened the first time; see you soon," The line disconnected, and I heard rustling outside, I heard the porch door swing open, and I close my knees together and sit up. 

"Hey, there," Says the dark voice from the phone, and I nearly let out a scream, "Sh, don't scream, pretty thing." I could see the glimmer of the metal knife in his gloved hand, the plastic of his mask reflecting on the Halloween lights me and my boyfriend had put up, "Who told you you could move?" He asked me; he threw up the screen door and slammed the main door closed. 

"Get up, now." I did as he told. 

"Pretty fucking girl," He growls from underneath his mask, "You're perfect." He says, he lifts up the steel knife, and my eyes go down to it, "Do you know what this is?" 

"A dagger," I replied, looking up at him, I wanted nothing more than Ghostface to manhandle me, to fuck me from behind, to put the knife against me. 

He lifted up the knife and put it against my pudgy stomach, "You're smart girl, you know if I wanted," He moved the cold steel a little rougher against me, "I could get you right now and leave before your little boyfriend gets back, or maybe I'll hide in the closet for him and gut him too." I whimper and move ever slightly against the knife, and I feel the knife cut into my skin just a little, the sting making me moan. 

"Oh, look at that." He lifts up the knife to his mask, and he takes off it off just enough to expose his mouth and he licks it over the dagger, and if I wasn't wet before I definitely am now, "God, you're so pathetic." 

Tears are streaming done my face as he moves the knife around my boob, the cold steel pressing against my nipples, "You're a slut, getting so wet from a stranger who broke into your home. God, pathetic whores make me so horny. Do you want feel my cock?" 

"Mhm," I say, looking up and nodding my head, and I moan as the knife rubs against my nipple, 

"Be quiet," He warns; he grabs my hand and puts my hand on his rock-hard cock, "You know, I've been watching you for a while," He says, whispering into my ear, "I know how your boyfriend fucks you. I know he's too soft for you," His gloved hands are now twisting my nipples, the knife thrown on the coffee table with a large crash, "You want someone to be rough with you? Does he even make you cum? Be honest." My eyes are down looking at his hands, but they quickly move up, grabbing a hold of my hair and making him look at him. 

"I asked you a question, Y/n." 

"No, he doesn't." He makes a tsk tsk noise. 

"Pretty girls deserved to cum; they deserved to be fucked how they want." I let out a moan and I could hear a chuckle. 

"God, I love pinching your nipples. You've got such big titties." He says, 

"Thank you," 

"Do you like a stranger playing with your nipples, whore?" 

"Yes, Mister. Ghostface." I said, and I could feel the twitch in his cock at the name. 

"Oh, fuck." He moaned, trying to hold back, taking a deep breath, and that's when he pushed his fingers inside my pussy, and I moaned loudly, "Shhh, you don't want the neightbors to hear do you? God, you're so fucking wet," 

"For you," I say. 

"Shut the fuck up, whore. You don't get to talk, or I'll get my knife out." He turns me around, and he shoves his leathered fingers inside of me again, his rough thumb dragging circles. 

"Keep quiet, little girl. You don't want the neighbors to tell your boyfriend about your stranger, do ya?: 

I leaned forward against the sofa, "Answer me," He said, his hand coming off her clit, the soft fabric of his cloak against my bare back, his rough gloved hand going to my throat. 

"No, I don't, Sir." His hand squeeze my throat, his breath againest my ear. 

"Good fucking girl," He quickly moved away from my body, and his hand slapped my ass, "God, I love your ass. It's fucking perfect." I felt his hands go down my back to caress my ass; I felt teeth and salvia on my ass cheek. His hands spread my cheeks exposing myself to him. 

"God, damn." I felt warm liquid hit my asshole and go to my clit, "I've been watching you for a week," He says, I hear the ripping off the Valco of his gloves, and I feel his thumb circle my asshole, and it goes down my vagina, "I've been dreaming about this sweet ass, jerking off to you from your window," His bare slender fingers are inside of my now while his still gloved still rubs my clit, a harsh breath comes in, "I saw you last night, you dirty girl, I watched you dip your fingers in this sweet pussy, you left the curtains open. Did you want me to see? Could you feel my eyes watching you? I could see you twist your pretty, perky nipples, biting those perfect lips of yours; I saw your eyes roll back in your head when you were cumming." I whined, letting out a whisper of 'please,' "I wonder what your pretty pussy tastes, but it feels amazing wrapped around my bare fingers. so, tight," 

"Your fingers feel so good," I moan out, I push my body agaienst his fingers wanting him to faster than his painfully slow pace. 

"Hold still," He says to me, and he pushed his fingers deep inside me making a scissor movement, and I let out a loud moan. 

"God, your moans are even better than I imagined. But remember, baby, you got to be quiet." I moaned, as his his finger on my clit went down harder and I let out a whine. 

"Please, please, please." She says. 

"What do you want? Tell me? Use your words, you pretty thing." 

"Want-want to cum. Please, I'm so close. God, please, sir. Please." There's a low laugh; he pumps his fingers in faster and his thumb went around my clit in a delicate circle that felt delicious. 

"cum on my fingers, pretty thing. I want to taste your cum on my fingers. Be my good girl."

"Yes, Mister. Ghostface. Yes, sir." With those words streaming out of my mouth, I felt the cord snap and the orgasm rolled over me, and I let out a low moan, shoving my face into the couch cushions. 

I felt him put his hands around my waist and pull me to my knees in front of him, I watched as he pulled the mask just above his chin to expose his mouth, he pulls his fingers into his mouth sucks on them. 

"You taste so fucking good," He says, I watch him lick his lips, I put my hand to his dick; it was hard as a rock inside of pants under his cloak. 

"Someone is being needy," He says with a low chuckle; he takes his hands and rips the cloak off his body to reveal his pale skin, his happy trail on his stomach leading down to his v-line; I wanted to run my tongue down his lengthy body. 

"You're drooling," Ghostface laughs as he rubs his thumb on my lip, and he grabs under my arms, lifting me up, his mask still pulled up enough for his lips to be out and he pulls me forward, yanking my head back, with a fistful of my hair, and I yelp as he sticks his tongue in my mouth, kissing me passionately. 

"What do you want, baby?" He says, pulling away from me. 

"I want to kiss and lick your body," I say with a blush, feeling dirty for saying this about a man I didn't even know. 

"Don't get embarrassed now, doll." With a smirk on his pretty pink lips, he says, "Your body belongs to me, now and mine belongs to yours. Do what you like, dirty girl." 

I kiss his lips again, my hands going around his torso, my clit still burning from pleasure from my orgasm but it's begging for another one. 

"Don't forget who's in charge here," He says, his hands hard on jaw. 

"You're in charge," I say, my eyes staring up into the black open spaces where his eyes are behind the permanent screaming mask. I go to his neck, place an open-mouth kiss on his neck, suck harshly, and I hear the low groan that comes out, his fingers kneading my asscheeks. As I went to his chest, leaving hickeys on his pecks and on his soft stomach. I go on my knees, I lick his v-line, lick on the belt holding up his dark jeans, and I let my hand move against his hard cock that is straining his jeans. 

"May I?" I say looking up, my hand still going over the outline. 

"Good girl, asking for permission first. Go on," He says, and I fumble with the belt, loosening and undoing it, and I pull down his jeans and his plaid boxers and his cock springing out. 

He had such a pretty cock; the tip was as pink as his lips and he had a long vein twisting around it. 

“Don’t be afraid, baby. It’s just a cock,” He says, he grabs my hair signally for me to suck, but I just pull my tongue out and drag it along the vein, I go to the tip and I lick around it, and I wrap my lips around the tip, and that’s when he thrusts inside my mouth hitting the back of my throat.  

“God damn,” He moans out, and he holds my face now, and I look up at him and he thrusts himself inside my mouth again, and again, “Your mouth feels so good but I wonder what your pussy feels like,”  

And he drags his cock out of me, steps out of his pants and he pulls up and throws me against the coach with my ass up, and he slams his hand down again. 

“Don’t look back here,” He says and I do as he says and I just arch my back and this time, I feel his mouth against my pussy, and I see his mask on the floor but I don’t dare look at him scared that his tongue would stop and this slice of heaven I was in would stop.  

His tongue goes in and out out of my tight hole, suddenly he stops, and she could feel his tongue going inside and out of her asshole, his fingers going to work still on her pussy, and the only sound in the room is the sound of my whines, thanking him for his tongue, and the slurps and sounds of my wet pussy.  

His mouth went back to my tongue, “God, I need you to ride my face.” He put his hands on my  hips, “Close your eyes,” He said and I did as he said, and I heard rustling, and I felt me moving. I opened my eyes, and I saw his cock standing up proud and tall as I sat on his face. 

My clit on his strong chin, “ Move your hips, baby. Ride my face, like you’re going to ride my cock.” 

“I want you inside of me,” I whine wanting nothing more than his cock inside of me but he shakes his head. 

“Cum on my face, and then I’ll give you my cock.” He said and I did as he said, I bucked my hips across his face. His tongue entered my pussy as I rock harder against his face, I wanted to yank on his hair. I couldn’t see what color it was but I imagined it dark with curls falling down on his face. 

God, I wanted to see his whole face. I wanted to see the killer I was currently riding on. I wanted to see more just his strong chin, his plump lips, I wanted to know this stranger. 

I felt his hands on my hips pushing me down father onto his face that was hovering over. 

“Are you close?” He hummed which made me let out a hiss of pleasure and I nodded. 

“Yes.” I reply, and that’s when I felt a harsh suck to my clit made me recoil, but his hips keeping down, and his tongue going in and out of my hole and it switches between sucking and licking, and that’s when I felt a fiery release, my second orgasm hit me and I moaned loudly but that;s what earned me a harsh slap on my ass. 

“You’re going to leave a mark,” I warned him. 

“Too fucking bad. I want you to keep me like a dirty secret.” He moves me off me and grabs his mask repositioning on his face and turns me to him, we were both now completely bare, naked with each other beside the mask covering his identity, “I want you to have to hide your body because of how ashamed you are of fucking a killer, because you fucked a stranger over your boyfriend.” His hands went down my body, his cock making contact with my thigh as his. 

His hands went to my shoulders, his index and pointer finger smooth across my skin leaving a lane of fire on me as he went down, I could feel the ache of my clit but I didn’t care, I wanted him inside of me, I wanted to feel him, and I wanted to be consumed with just him.  

“Can I ride your cock now?” I ask again looking up into the darkness where his eyes were, and he nods. 

And he gets up on the coach, and he pulls me up there with me, his knife in his hand, “Get on with it,” He says, almost with a bored tone and I pout as I climb on his lap. 

“Look more happy baby, you get what you want now, right? My cock.” He says, he puts the cold blade to my throat as I sit on him, I could feel my pussy stretch to the size of his cock, and I bottomed out, my pussy is slick from my two previous orgasm and the burn of my clit between my legs. 

“Move,” He says, the knife to my throat as I start to move up and down on his cock, his other hand went to my hip helping me with my movements, the knife only made me more wet, the danger of it all, in one moment he could slice my throat. 

I try to go faster but he didn’t let me, only letting me move at agonist pace, and I could feel his cock squirm inside of me and the low groans he tried to keep in were seeping out of his mask. 

“God, you feel good, mister. Ghostface.” I say, I put my hand on his shoulder, and I could feel his hair against my fingers and I wanted to grab a fistful, and yank on it as I rode him, but he moved the knife closer to my throat. 

“Fuck me like it’s the last think you’ll do,” He says in a nearly threatening tone, and he moves his hand from my waist, and I put my other hand on his shoulders and I lift myself off his cock and slam myself back on it, and I did it again, and then I thrust myself on his cock, and I could hear his moans. 

“God fucking-” He hisses, and that’s when he grabs a fistful of my hair, and my motions comes to a stop and now his hips were the ones going up and down, he held my waist with other hands, and I could feel his cock go up an down inside of me, his balls slapping against my ass, I thrust my hips as he fucks me this way, and I stick my hand in between playing with my clit. 

I could feel the pain of another orgasm coming, “I’m gonna cum.” I warn him and he shrugs. 

“Do it,” were his only words and that’s the only thing I needed and I came, collapsing on top of him. My record was three, anymore and I becoming a braindead fuck doll as my boyfriend call me. 

“Come on, I know you got at least two more in you, doll.” His voice darkened at the nickname like he knew what I was thinking and I heard his chuckle, “Come on, you’re not stupid.” He says, and I felt his lips move against my head through the mask, such an odd feeling of the fabric on my bare skin. 

His cock started thrusting inside of me, “Get on your back, you stupid slut.” He said and I did as he told, limping over onto my back, and that’s when he pulled me to the edge of the coach, spreading my legs apart, and putting his cock inside of me, his hand went out my nipples, playing and twisting with them. 

I just let my moans out, letting the whispers of please, and felt good just mumbling and not even being able to form a sentence, just letting myself come to the pleasure of the cock of the Mister. Ghostface in front of me. I put my hand out and started to play with his balls. 

“You’re such a dumb slut, just want my cum, don’t you.” 

“Yes, please.” I say with a nodd. 

“You know what I want?” I look up at him. 

“I want you to cum two more times,” And I nodd. 

“Tell me what you want,” He asks me and I grab his hand that is on one of my legs and move in between my legs and I moan as he starts to play with my clit, and he shoves his cock inside of me even harder. 

“Faster,” I ask and he moves quickly inside and out of me, thrusting harder, and I feel the pain in my stomach, and I wrap my legs around his waist to push him closer to me and I moan loudly. 

I felt a slap to my nipple, and a pinch of my clit, and a few sluts and I came again with no warning, but that’s when I felt like everywhere he was touching me was on fire. 

He slapped my nipple again and twisted it, and I let out out moan and I could feel another orgasm bubbling inside of me as his thrusts became sloppy and his breathing became deeping and his moans come right after the other.  

“I’m going to cum. Where do you want the cum?” 

“Inside of me, please. Please, cum inside me.” 

“I can do that, baby. Cum with me please?” He asks and I nodd, and I let out go, and everything felt it was escaping from inside me and it felt wet, the coach felt wet under my ass, and I could see water droplets on his body. 

“Did I pee?” I ask and he shakes his head, pulling his face underneath the mask showing the beautiful face of Regulus Black. 

“You're squirting,” He goes down and licks up the moisture on my thighs, “God, it tastes so good.” 

“You did so good, baby,” I tell him, my hands going to his curls. 

“It was very hot I have to admit, don;t think you’ve been that wet before.” He winks. 

“Let’s go take a bath?” I ask and he nods, wrapping an arm around me and he takes me to the bathroom.

[olderthannetfic]

I suppose this is a bit of a vent, but I imagine other people have experienced similar things, and maybe they would have some insights to share.

So, I realize that this issue probably has more to do with people being busy in real life as well as losing interest in the fandom/characters/ships in question, and so on—the classic "everything isn't about you" situation. Still, when all but a tiny handful of the people you consider friends in a fandom stop reading your fics or looking at your art, it can be a huge bummer and feel pretty personal regardless of what you tell yourself. The lack of support with with to creative endeavors also makes me wonder if those people would now be less likely to support me in other areas, if that makes sense? Like, if their interest in the things I make has evaporated, then they're probably less invested in me as a fandom friend.

No matter what, I'll still write/create art for myself and one or two friends who seem interested, but editing and posting stuff in my current fandom feels like wasted effort anymore. I'm not the type to write or make art about popular characters and ships that I don't care about just to get attention (not that there's anything wrong with that, but I don't have it in me), so that's definitely not an option.

So I guess I'm wondering how other folks who have experienced things like this dealt with them. Did you just keep plugging away by yourself while your friends were all talking about each other's stuff, or did you look for another fandom? Some other option?

(oh, I should note that I still comment on the things these friends make unless they include major squicks of mine or are in fandoms I don't know—so it's not a case of me wanting one-sided attention 😂)

--

TBH, my friends have never looked at my stuff much, but maybe other people have thoughts.

[fandom-hoarder]

Stop fucking saying CP. 'Child porn' is not a thing. That's a harmful, outdated term that implies a child can consent. A child cannot consent. Sexually explicit material that exploits REAL children is CSEM (child sexual exploitation material) or CSAM (child sexual abuse material).

Sexually explicit FICTION is not CSEM or CSAM -- it does not exploit real people of any age to create. That's because it's fiction. Reading it also does not exploit a real person, of any age. It might affect the person that chose to read it, in an emotional/distressing way, and that may feel like harm. But it is not the same as the creator causing you harm maliciously. Dealing with coming across things that distress us is something we all have to learn when we grow up.

Reading or writing underage sexually explicit fiction doesn't make a person a pedophile or a predator. (A lot of you don't seem to actually KNOW what a pedophile is, at that. Frustrating. Words MEAN THINGS.) It's not evidence of being one, or having these desires, either. Yes, I mean even when the fiction portrays things that are horrific IRL. Yes, I mean even when something that would be horrible IRL is treated as romantic and consensual in fiction. And yes, I mean even the stuff that squicks you personally.

When you (general) throw terms like this around incorrectly, loosely, or vengefully, you actually do harm by watering down the meaning of words that describe actual, exploitative, illegal, and terrible real life actions. You do harm by making undue accusations and wasting time and resources that should've been spent elsewhere. You affect real people.

Sometimes people write from their own childhood experiences. Some people just have a fucking imagination for how a situation might play out under certain circumstances. Some people look at two characters and their history and fill in the blanks with all the twists and turns they see lurking in the shadows. Some people have a really fucked up idea they want to explore IN FICTION.

People can have their own squicks and boundaries about it, and that's fine. There's certainly fictional underage material that squicks me, even though I write and read tons of underage fiction. This is what tags, summaries, the back button, and the delete from history button are for.

Thought crime is not a thing. Quit equating it with real life.

[autistichalsin]

I'm going to go off here just because I'm so frustrated.

So this drama all started when someone- a self-identified anti- posted a rant that I "wrote Halsin rape fantasy fiction." I was annoyed, as anyone would be, but even more because such a fiction didn't exist! But also, it sounded like a great fic, Halsin using a rape fantasy/consensual nonconsent to work through his Underdark traumas. So I said "you know what, I can't let the fake version of me you invented be cooler than the real me, can I?" And then I set to work plotting out Too Many Burdens to Bear, which would take about another month to be ready to post after that.

The group were angry at this, and soon after, they started a callout, cancelled me, harassed me, whatever word you want to use for this nonsense. They couldn't keep their story straight, from the start. Some of them claimed it was the simple fact that the fic was CNC that was wrong. Others, who were okay with CNC themselves but still wanted to have a reason to hate me, said my fic WASN'T CNC, and obviously that was the problem, it would be different "if" it was just CNC. (Then, when they were corrected, they....... never changed their tune.) Another said I was planning to write a fic about "Halsin being raped again" and had said "getting raped would help Halsin heal from his traumas."

It's like they're playing a game of telephone, but instead of changing a single word, the goal is to change the entire sentence.

Others insisted the problem was that I wrote it to "spite" the person who "only said they were uncomfortable with rape" (lol, then don't read it, you fucking dumbass!!!) I got told I was retraumatizing myself and others, that I didn't care about/fetishized rape, etc. They have since gone on to claim I posted the fic untagged, hoping to trigger the anti who started this.

These are the tags on the fic in question, which they would know if they bothered to LOOK at what they were criticizing.

Could this possibly be ANY better tagged? I even had someone who is squicked by PIV sex reach out to thank me because no one EVER warns for that. That's how above and beyond I went in avoiding squicking anyone.

Like, literally everything this group claimed about my actions being problematic falls apart with the most cursory check at the ACTUALITY of what has been posted.

And these people, who claim care SO much about rape, who care SO MUCH about survivors? Yesterday, Mish made a post about Neil (as in, Astarion's actor) getting sexually harassed, and one of these people replied that it was "hypocritical" to say so while supporting me, who writes CNC. When someone replied that this was about a real human, not fiction, they literally said they DIDN'T CARE. They care more about defending the honor of Halsin, a fictional survivor of rape, than they care about the real person who played Astarion, who is a REAL survivor of rape.

When Mish and I said we are both survivors of rape and sexual abuse, respectively, these people said we were "playing the survivor card" (an utterly vile thing to say). I received an anon questioning whether I was really sexually abused.

They also, at the same time as the initial bout of drama over my CNC fic, began calling me a pedophile because of an omegaverse Halsin headcanon I made. For those unaware, omegaverse is an AU with many related tropes. Which ones get used vary by the author, but they always include heats and animalistic behavior, and often include knotting, mpreg, themes of subjugation based on gender, breeding kink, and others. However, while the trope started as a kink one, it has since branched out, and some write fics without smut at all, instead focusing on gender dynamics, kidfic, or other aspects of the universe.

I made a headcanon that Halsin, who in that universe I headcanon as an omega- who, in omegaverse stories, can get pregnant, and have heats- would want children of his own. I headcanoned that after taking care of children at his commune after the ending, that this might trigger a heat for him.

A normal person would look at this and go "aw, Halsin has baby fever! Cute!"

These are not normal people, so they looked at it and went "ewww, this pedo thinks Halsin gets turned on by being around kids!"

They literally said this. While also admitting that they do not read omegaverse stories. Multiple people who do read them tried to explain that it's just how reproduction works in that AU, but this person just stuck their fingers in their ears and yelled "lalala HEATS ARE HORNY IF YOU WRITE HEATS IT'S ONLY TO BE HORNY HORNY HORNY! NOT LISTENING!"

After they accused me of being a pedophile for this, I fired back and said "if you can look at this headcanon and think it has anything to do with attraction to children, you're the pedophile." I should not have called them one back, and I apologize for it, but this person has since gone on to lie and play the victim, saying "I just said their tweet was a bit sus and they called me a pedophile FOR NO REASON." They also said that they "wouldn't have been so quick to call it pedo if [I] wasn't so open about being a proshipper."

If I wasn't so open about saying that fiction is not morality, you wouldn't have been so quick to say that my fiction represented my morality? Hmmm.

If you notice, their posts all have the same formulaic deception and manipulative slant to them: they will say something about the fiction I write/enjoy, or the characters I don't like, etc, with a personal attack against my character. When I respond, they will then claim to have been attacked, violently and without provocation, "just because" they (x), where (x) is the most blatant glossing over of their actions. Them calling me a pedophile became "just saying their tweet was sus." Them harassing me for weeks over a CNC fic that HADN'T EVEN BEEN WRITTEN YET was "just saying we aren't comfortable with rape." So uncomfortable with rape, remember, that they said they DIDN'T CARE about Neil being harassed, because CNC about Halsin was worse.

You would think these two things alone would be enough to utterly destroy this group's credibility; they are either blatant liars, or their perception of reality is so poor that nothing they say is to be trusted. Anyone who prioritizes a fictional character's rape over a real person's is not living in reality. Anyone who thinks baby fever is pedophilia should not be trusted on, well, anything. It would be like trusting a flat-earther to give geography lessons.

But unfortunately, people wanted to listen to them over Mish and I, and sadly, it's easy to see why. The antis positioned themselves so that if you disagreed with their harassment, you were "pro rape". And no one wants a label that toxic associated with them, so they jumped ship on principle. Even though Mish is the nicest person in the entire fandom and has never hurt anyone at all, even though Mish is an IRL advocate for rape survivors and against gender-based violence in her country and has thus done more for rape survivors than these people ever have or will. It doesn't matter to them.

Other equally bizarre accusations have been lobbed at us; I'm "lesbophobic" and "called all lesbians TERFs" (I called the rhetoric from a group of like five people TERF-ish, but since they think they represent all lesbians, they claimed it was against all lesbians- WHICH, by the way, is my identity as well. They are calling me a self-hating lesbian over this.)

This group has a history of starting harassment against people, then cry-bullying that the pushback they get is a form of lesbophoia; for example, a few months ago, they harassed a bi woman off of Twitter who asked them to stop being biphobic by calling it gross to ship Shadowheart, a canonically bisexual woman, with men. They branded this user lesbophobic and harassed her until she permanently deactivated. They posted that it was gross to ship Karlach with Dammon, too, and when a user, who is herself lesbian, headcanons Karlach as a lesbian, and doesn't ship her with Dammon chimed in to say why OTHERS ship it, they attacked her too. They attacked the actor for Rolan for sharing/supporting a fan petition for Rolan to be romanceable. They called Dave, Halsin's actor, a creep for sharing NSFW art of Halsin on his page, and tried to insinuate he was a pedophile (saying they wouldn't be surprised if he had a scandal like "that Genshin actor," who, for those who don't know, was found to have groomed a child online.)

They claimed that I "called everyone who doesn't like Halsin ableist", when what was actually said was that IF we call everyone who doesn't like Minthara lesbophobic because a lot of her fans are lesbians (which is a thing that one of them had just said), THEN using the same logic, we could say that hating Halsin is ableist because a lot of his fans are autistic. (Sidenote: this group of people repeatedly mocked my special interest (making meta essays) after being told it was my special interest, which is pretty gross, to me.)

It genuinely boggles my mind that a group of people can be so toxic to the actors and still given a platform in the fandom. This is entirely new behavior to me- even in the most toxic fandom's I've been in or rubbernecked on, harassing the actors was always considered the line not to cross and would make you persona non grata. It was the one thing everyone could agree on as unacceptable. Yet these people are openly attacking Dave's character and are still not only listened to when they make up allegations against people, but they are well-respected in the fandom. Either people don't think harassing an actor is a big deal anymore, these fans secretly AGREE with the harassment and slander against him, or (most generous explanation) they don't know who they're actually supporting here.

These people gleefully mocked my abuse from my mother. I said that some of Minthara's abusive actions (poisoning a romanced player without her consent) reminded me of similar actions my mom did, and are part of my aversion to the character. I posted this untagged- I even censored Minthara's name so that her fans wouldn't find it. But because they were cyberstalking me so obsessively, they QRTed it and proceeded to bring it up multiple times to snark about "the essential oils". When someone called them out and asked if they really thought it was funny, they answered, without hesitation, yes. They said that I had already "mocked my own abuse" by bringing up how Minthara triggers memories of her, so they therefore had every right to laugh at the bodily harm I faced when my mother would deliberately cause me asthma attacks by forcing me to inhale essential oils. Because I said that a fictional character's similar actions triggered memories of it. That was worthy of mocking to them.

So they support survivors of rape and abuse who have triggers related to fiction, unless that survivor is a survivor of child abuse who is triggered by their favorite character, in which case they deserve to be mocked. I guess they don't believe in supporting survivors who have trigger reactions to fiction after all... what a surprise. Almost like they never cared about anything they claimed to.

They're actually remarkably transparent about not actually caring about ANY issue they claim to champion. They claim to be fighting for rape survivors while harassing not one but two survivors from the fandom into mental breakdowns (the tweet about my mom was so bad it made me have a flashback, and their harassment of Mish did similar to her) and saying they DON'T CARE about Neil's sexual harassment because fiction about Halsin is more important. They claim to oppose lesbophobia while repeatedly attacking lesbians who disagree with them on anything from shipping to whether queer male sexuality is inherently predatory. I could go on.

Somehow, no matter how blatant it is that they don't actually care about anything, and are just using fake moralizing as a vehicle for sadism, people still keep taking them at face value. Again, I get it. They have positioned themselves as fighting against rape and abuse, so by extension, they have positioned it so that anyone who is against them is liable to be accused of supporting rape and abuse. It's a great system for them, really; bullying is a behavior that would otherwise be reviled, but by framing everyone they don't like as a bad person, as an existential threat to marginalized communities (who, conveniently, always have their own marginalized identities ignored until it becomes convenient to bring it up again to harass them for it), they turn their bullying into not only something acceptable, but into a moral act to be commended. A moral obligation, even, because don't pedos deserve to be hunted for sport? (This is the same reason why the alt-right is obsessively pedojacketing the entire LGBT community as they move to censor queer fiction, for the record.)

I don't know what else to say besides that I really, really hope that people are waking up to that group's nonsense, or at least that they will soon, and will realize that fiction is not reality, and that that group of known disingenuous liars and manipulators are being... disingenuous liars and manipulators, yet again.

Unfortunately, it's too late since they've already chased Mish out of the fandom, and I will honestly never forgive that group of people and their enablers for it. But I have hope that maybe the rest of the fandom will come around, especially because, as all of us who have experience with antis know, they are never going to stop. They aren't going to stop targeting people for everything from making a harmless mod that turns Scratch into Astarion to saying it's okay to ship Karlach/Dammon or Shadowheart/men to writing a fic about Halsin using kink to explore his trauma from being enslaved to being an actor for the show who retweets NSFW art of his character to making a headcanon that Astarion wants to dance with Tav to making an omegaverse headcanon... I could go on and on.

Sorry for the novel, and I hope this is the last post I make about this drama, but I am so beyond tired and frustrated. This hurt Mish deeply- the nicest person in the entire fandom- and seeing the raw sadism from her bullies, sadism that is being praised, makes me feel physically ill, honestly.

I won't be using any fandom tags for this post, but I will be tagging this with various proship related things since I feel this is relevant.

[strangestcase]

For the people that are going to do Dracula Daily this year:

One of the subplots that Dracula covers, and arguably the most important subplot, is one centered around a psychiatric patient confined to an asylum- it touches upon the way he sees the world, his relationship with his doctor, and how he relates to and perceives the villain VS the heroes, since for most of the plot he believes the villain to be good and strives to serve him.

Both the patient and the doctor characters (who are part of the main cast and very important to moving the plot foward in their own ways!) are portrayed as sympathetic victims to the main villain and mostly on the side of good, but in different ways, and, of course, the way they are written is informed by the beliefs of the time.

I won't spoil anything too important about it, just warn you that this subplot depicts Victorian Era ableism, which is... pretty extreme, and forms of medical abuse (specifically, psychiatric abuse) that still exist today!

This plotline involves:

-depictions of hallucinations, delusions, and irrational thinking

-medical malpractice: delusions being encouraged, patients being dehumanized, prolonged use of dangerous restraints

-unsanitary behavior (eating live animals)

-ableist attitudes from most of the hero characters

(other Dracula fans pls tell me if I've missed something)

What do I make of this? you ask. Well...

Do not excuse medical abuse, even if it's fictional. The doctor character is, for all his medical malpractice, depicted as a complex person that has some likeable traits and he undergoes a pretty sad arc relating to loss and trauma, like most of the heroes of this novel. This doesn't make him any less of an abuser, nor makes his patient any less of a victim!

Refrain from using ableist language or rethoric. The patient character, being written for a very old horror book, is often depicted as "unsettling" and his strange behavior is sometimes played for horror. This 1) doesn't make his situation any less deplorable 2) doesn't make him any less sympethetic and most importantly 3) doesnt give you a free pass to treat him as a scary horror monster. He's a victim of both the real monster of this story and the system he lives in.

Listen to psychotic fans. Research the history of Victorian asylums. Understand the historical context. Look at this subplot from a holistic perspective instead of treating it as a horror story within a horror story (although, it is a horror story, but not for the reasons some think it is!). Just don't be a dick to disabled people.

If any part of this subplot triggers or squicks you, you are not obligated to read it, just be aware that it exists and that it is important to avoid perpetuating ableist stereotypes, be they present in the original text or not. (Hell, you are not obligated to read any part of the book if you don't want to do so. Dracula Daily is supposed to be fun. Analyzing literature is supposed to be fun. Enjoying literature is supposed to be fun!)

For the love of God, don't get angry if some fans dislike the doctor character for what he's done and take the patients' side. This was an issue during the last Dracula Daily run. He's literally the victim in this relationship. I'm not saying you can't like or dislike either character but I have to reiterate: do not erase either character's contribution to the plot, do not demonize the patient character for being mentally ill in an "ugly" way and beliveing the villain is good, and don't woobiefy the doctor character because he said a funny thing once. Both are complex adult human beings so don't expect them to be caricatures.

Do not be afraid to call out ableist behavior from other fans, but also be careful to not overstep or talk over disabled fans, especially psychotic fans.

During the Dracula Daily run, some blogs will warn about the entries in which this subplot takes place, and what triggers apply for each one of them. If you need those warnings, don't be afraid to reach out for them!

Happy reading!

[starbunii]

Sorry if this is against the rules, but can I get HCs of Kokichi, Sonia, Tenko, Hiyoko, and Mikan with a fem!S/O who has Huntington's Disease? It's totally cool if not!! Totally understand this is a squick kind of topic!! If not all those characters, then Just Kokichi and Sonia is fine, but again, no pressure!! <3

ooo i would love to write this one!! ty for requesting it, i've never gotten sm characters in 1 req before! i'll organize them alphabetically :3c

danganronpa characters x fem!reader with huntington's disease !!

im sorry if i didnt portray it properly! i researched to the best of my ability!

+ ° . ୨ ♡ ୧ . °

╰╮🩰🧁〣 ♡ 〢🥛

hiyoko saionji

when you first meet, she kind of just makes fun of you, not quite understanding that you can't control the twitching and moving

hiyoko, being hiyoko, will make fun of you at first (bc of course she would)

however, once you explain everything, she'll make an effort to understand!

if you forget something, she'll politely remind you (if she remembers)

might tease you if you forget something important, but nothing too mean

rlly tries being patient, which is hard. but she loves you so much that she tries anyway

kokichi ouma

he rlly doesn't question it too much when you first meet

he's met a lot of different types of characters, being the leader of D.I.C.E and all, so someone with Huntington's? not a big deal

might tease you from time to time, but nothing too mean

he knows you can't always control the way you move, so he tries not to dwell on it too much

keeps an eye on you while you're eating, given that having trouble swallowing can be a symptom

if anyone looks at you weird, he'll fight them! or at least try to

mikan tsumiki

like kokichi, she doesn't seem to mind or be too bothered by it

she's a nurse; she's seen a lot of things and is well aware of what Huntington's is

the occasional jerk or twitch might startle her if she's not expecting it; but overall, she doesn't mind too much

very wary if your hands are twitching, just because of her past traumas

however, if it's your face that twitches more, she doesn't care too much

if it's getting frustrating or too uncomfortable, she'll gladly comfort you!!

doesn't mind if you forget things; bc she does too

if you have a wheelchair, she'll push you around wherever you want to go, even if she's not that strong

startled at first; but after asking a few (million) questions, she'll understand

since she's been sheltered most of her life, she doesn't understand a lot of outside experiences, but she is more than willing to learn

will ask you how you cope with it all, and will assist the best she can!!

she'll happily drive you to physical therapy in her expensive sportscar, making sure you're happy and comfortable the whole way there

you are spoiled like a little princess <33

tenko chabashira

immediately sees you as someone she needs to take great care of

a girl? with an incurable disease that causes her to twitch and forget things? yeah, she's all over you, helping out the best she can

writes things down for you, even if it's something you know you can probably remember yourself

sometimes she just needs a strong "no, im ok" or a "no, i can do this myself" to remember that you've got everything

will 100% carry you if you get tired, or just don't want to walk!!

tries to do her best to support you physically

knows insomnia is a symptom, and will take naps with you just to make sure you go to sleep

she's ready to wake up when you do <3

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