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[alondradina]

@blarfkey When our freak venn diagram is a circle. 🤣

Have you ever read a really good fic then looked up the author's other works and lo and behold a treasure trove of fics that are exactly your kind of shit? Because god that is what euphoria feels like. I love you random fic writers i unexpectedly find

[imreidswifey]

In the Quiet Hours -fluff- (S.R)

Summary: After a petty argument escalates, you and Spencer Reid find yourselves stubbornly sleeping apart for the night. While you struggle to find comfort on the couch, Spencer wrestles with his guilt upstairs.

A/n: This was so fun to write, If you have a request please message me! (I have not gotten one yet and Im running out of ideas)

Warnings:

Minor angst stemming from an argument.

Themes of miscommunication and emotional vulnerability.

Brief mention of sleeplessness and feelings of isolation.

Fluff and reconciliation.

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The argument had been ridiculous—one of those petty, pointless spats that escalated faster than it should have. You weren’t even sure why it had started. Something about the way Spencer corrected you during dinner, a habit of his that usually made you smile, but tonight it grated on you. You’d snapped at him, and he’d snapped back, his tone sharper than usual. Before either of you realized it, the air was thick with tension, both of you too stubborn to step back.

By the time you stalked off to the living room, clutching a blanket and muttering about needing space, you were seething. Spencer had called out your name, but his plea went unanswered. You’d settled on the couch, wrapping the blanket tightly around you like armor, determined to let him stew upstairs.

But hours later, as you tossed and turned, your resolve was wearing thin. The couch was miserable—hard cushions and no support. The blanket was too short, leaving your feet cold. And worst of all, you missed Spencer. The way his hand always sought yours in the dark, his steady breathing against your back, the way his presence filled every corner of your world without him even trying. But no, you thought stubbornly, dragging the blanket higher. You weren’t going to march upstairs and give him the satisfaction of thinking he’d won.

Upstairs, Spencer lay on his side, staring at the empty space where you should have been. He hated himself for snapping at you, hated that he’d let his frustration over something so meaningless spiral into this. He’d replayed the argument in his mind a dozen times, dissecting every word, trying to understand why he hadn’t just let it go. But what he hated most was the silence.

Without you, the house felt too big, too quiet. He missed your laugh, the sound of your voice, the way you filled every space with warmth. The bed was cold, and sleep felt impossible without the comfort of you tucked into his side.

By the time he finally got up, the clock on the nightstand read 3:47 a.m. He padded downstairs, finding you curled up on the couch, your face half-buried in the pillow. For a moment, he just stood there, taking in the rise and fall of your breathing, the way the soft light from the streetlamp outside fell over your face. He wanted to say something, but instead, he moved closer, lowering himself onto the couch beside you.

The sudden dip of the cushions startled you awake, and you blinked groggily, turning to see Spencer. His hair was mussed, his tie gone, and his sweater vest wrinkled from hours of restless tossing.

“Spencer?” Your voice was thick with sleep, but there was no mistaking the edge of surprise.

He didn’t say anything at first, just reached out to tuck the blanket more securely around you. Then he leaned down, letting his forehead rest against yours, his voice a soft murmur. “I couldn’t sleep without you.”

You wanted to stay mad, to hold onto the stubbornness that had kept you on the couch all night. But the way he looked at you, his hazel eyes filled with quiet vulnerability, made it impossible.

“You don’t get to just come down here and—” You stopped, your voice catching as his hand found yours.

“I know,” he said quietly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I messed up. I should’ve just apologized earlier instead of letting this… whatever this is, get between us.” He gave a small, self-deprecating smile. “I don’t care if you think I’m wrong about dinner trivia or the population of ancient Rome. I just care about you.”

You blinked, surprised by the sudden lump in your throat. “You didn’t have to come down here.”

“Yes, I did,” he said firmly, shifting to lie down beside you. His arm slipped around your waist, pulling you against him. “Because I hate being apart from you. Even when we’re mad, I still need you next to me.”

The warmth of his confession melted the last of your resistance. You let out a soft sigh, resting your head against his chest as his fingers traced gentle patterns along your arm.

“We’re still going to argue about this in the morning,�� you said, your voice muffled against him.

“I know,” he replied with a small laugh, pressing a kiss to your hair. “But at least we’ll do it after a few hours of sleep.”

You smiled despite yourself, letting his steady heartbeat lull you back to sleep. The argument didn’t matter anymore, not really. What mattered was this—the quiet understanding that, no matter what, you always found your way back to each other.

[blkkizzat]

how to successfully report and remove your stolen fic on c.ai:

aka don't use fics for c.ai bots... a story of a c.ai creator who fucked around & found out:

for any other author who gets their shit stolen by ai bots on c.ai this is what you need to do:

create an c.ai account

submit a support ticket

choose DMCA & Counter Notice as the issue

under "additional information" you must provide the following: — a description of your fic that is being infringed (where you published it, date, where you post, under what names, etc) — a description of the bot that is infringing your work (include name of bot, what parts it is infringing and author's name at minimum). — a statement that you are the copyright holder have not authorized use of your property/fic in this manner nor given it to the author of the bot.

you will have to give your contact info including your full legal name, address and telephone number

provide the link to your original work (where you published it first) and the link to the bot.

Attachments (up to 5 allowed): — IMPORTANT: make sure at least one of these attachments is an electronic signature using your full legal name. i used this site to get one for free (i attached both signed and typed). — the other attachments I used to show proof of my fic vs their bot and the exact word for word similarities. and also when they blatantly said they were reuploading the bot on their profile which is likely why c.ai banned the rest of their bots.

extra tips:

if your ticket submission is successful you will get an email with a ticket number.

c.ai is pretty responsive (1-2 business days) so i would give it that long before submitting a new ticket.

you must submit EVERYTHING as I have wrote it or they will ask you to resubmit an entirely new ticket. following up with missing info did not work.

if the bot gets reuploaded you still have to submit an entirely new ticket (make sure to save and reference your old ticket number in new ticket).

everything i wrote here can be found under their tos in the DMCA section

hope this helps others authors. feel free to inbox or msg with any questions.

[ariaste]

hi! hope you're having a good day. i have sort of a general book industry question.

does buying books secondhand benefit authors in any tangible way? like i 100% understand that authors barely even make anything from buying new, but i still usually can't afford to pay $15 or more for a new book, particularly when i can get it for $7 used. i know ebooks are usually cheaper, but i prefer to have a physical copy when i can get it.

so while you obviously don't profit directly from secondhand purchases, does it work backwards to help authors in any other way?

Nope, secondhand books don't have any monetary benefit for the author, unfortunately. That said, I don't know any authors who would begrudge you buying secondhand books. :) For one thing, that's a book that SOMEONE purchased at some point, which means the author got their royalties for it already. For another thing... Speaking personally, I feel quite soft and sentimental about the idea of someone seeing one of my books in a secondhand shop and giving it a loving home, you know? Like adopting an older dog from a shelter. For a third thing, I would be really surprised to meet an author who had never once bought a secondhand book themself!

Though I will say that if you find an author you love and you do still want to help them out a bit, there are a lot of little ways to do that which don't involve spending money at all. For example: Posting photos of the book on social media, leaving reviews for it, recommending it to your friends, or asking the local library to get a copy.

TLDR: No shame or guilt about buying secondhand, we're just glad you're reading our books at all! :)

[versesofourhearts]

to be seen, to be loved

if i show you my scars, my wounds, the pain, will you think it makes me unique, or leave without a trace? when it's late at night and i can't find the right words to explain, will you know on your own, or think it makes me insane? when i have nowhere to go, will you be my home, my support? when i expose my impurities, my imperfections, will you love me for who i am, or wish for me to be better?

-versesofourhearts

[veronicaleighauthor]

[whatsorceressisthis]

Yes. Tell me I'm a good girl and make good work.

All fanfiction authors have praise kinks in the form of comments and likes

[the-erato-anthology]

feel like you don't know your characters? here are a few questions to ask yourself:

what is their motive in the story?

what are the things preventing them from achieving that motive?

what is the first thing people notice when they see them?

what is their love language?

what is their pet peeve?

what is the one thing they cannot live without?

what is the healthiest relationship in their life? what is the unhealthiest?

what would be their most-used phrase?

what would be their favourite vine? (i feel that says a lot about a person)

if they existed in the real world, what opinions would they have on politics?

what is their most annoying aspect?

what makes them weak in the knees?

what do they look for in a partner (platonic or romantic)?

who would be their no.1 spotify artist?

what is their favourite childhood memory?

are they book smart or street smart?

what is their mbti type? (do the quiz for them!)

what do they hate the most about themself? what do they love?

happy writing!

[thearchmanofgreenfield]

Had this interaction at a discord server. I just HAD to put it here.

[esuemmanuel]

It is an act of sincere charity to let someone who thinks he is alone know that he is not. You don't know what can save him from death.

Es un acto de sincera caridad hacerle saber a quien se piensa solo que no lo está. Tú no sabes lo que eso puede salvarlo de la muerte.

[rmhashauthor]

WHAT

emperor kuzco was clearly gay

[psalmieee]

Writers when it's time to write the story no one forced them to come up with in the first place 🙄

[springtiide]

Been writing trying to write recently, and It made me wonder, does anyone else laugh like a crazy person while writing a scene that starts nice, but you know it’ll end horribly and you know the readers will have no idea?

I suppose this means the antagonists of my story aren’t always the bad guys for the readers. It’s me. I’m the bad guy, and no character is safe.

[melloncolliegalaxies]

[1989stanz]

WHY IS IT SO ACCURATE????!!!

H...E...L...P!!! 😭😭