#bcs fanfic

[desertwritings]

A BREAK FROM STUDYING

A Jimmy Mcgill/Saul Goodman x Cis Female reader Y/N fanfic? 

TBH this is my first time posting my work on Tumblr so I’m still figuring out the formatting. This story is smut based... like heavily smutty and gross so you have been warned. If you like it enough for me to make it a series let me know!

NOW TAKING REQUESTS!

CONTAINS: age gap, daddy k!nk, cream pie, mild squirting, public(ish) sex. 

CONTEXT: You have been working with Jimmy in the mail room for years now and have always had a puppy love schoolgirl sort of crush on him since you first met, but always thought it wasn’t reciprocated. Now, one night, he shows just how badly he’s wanted you this whole time while you try to study for the bar exam. 

I only had another week left until the bar exam and I spent most of my time either working in the mailroom of HHM or studying in doc review. Howard had been supportive enough, allowing me extra time to focus on my studies, all while also paying for my school costs — even if it was just through the local community college. Go Suncats! Honestly, this had been the most support I had ever received. Maybe if I grew up having more support, I would be going to Harvard instead. 

“Heya y/n.” I heard the familiar raspy and pitchy tone of Jimmy as he leaned in the doorway of doc review, where I hunched over a textbook, an empty coffee cup, and a tear-stained notebook. 

“It’s like — almost midnight. What are you still doing here?” I asked, not taking my eyes off my pen and paper. 

I heard his footsteps get closer and the chair beside me pull out and creek as he sat beside me. “I have my reasons.” He answers in a half-assed manner. 

I turned to face him, the dim lamp highlighting his playful smile and I felt my core grow weak and mushy for him. 

The first time I had met Jimmy Mcgill I was working in the mail room, trying to get a job as an assistant or a paralegal for one of the partners. Freshly twenty-three with a bright and optimistic view of the world — full of drive and childish ambition. I was so focused on work and starting classes that I hadn’t taken any time to unwind — let alone care about boys or dating or anything like that. But the first time I met the mysterious brother to Chuck Mcgill, I’ll admit it was like I became a sappy, sick puppy dog. Sure, he was older — a little bit of a loser. But I was weak for the funny pathetic underdogs. Not to mention he was flirty and funny and fed into my childish delusions of how I could “fix him.” I flirted back, wore short skirts, wore the hoop earrings he complimented once, and wore my hair loose and fun. I tried. But for some reason, it never went past harmless office flirtation. I assumed maybe it was the age difference. Maybe he was uncomfortable with being with someone as young as me. Maybe he was just trying to do the right thing but not giving in to temptation with me. 

Now I was almost twenty-seven, and though the schoolgirl crush had dulled a little, there were times when I would catch myself looking at him like he could move heaven and earth. Like in this moment as he sat next to me in the dimly lit document room. So I cleared my throat and turned back to the papers in front of me. 

“Admit you just missed me.” I teased as the smallest of smiles tugged on the corners of my lips. 

“Objection. That’s hearsay.” He teased back, leaning closer as he slid my favorite energy drink across the table with a single finger — the condensation leaving a small streak of liquid on the wood top. “Some of us went out for drinks, and I noticed you weren’t there. Ernesto said you were here studying.” 

“Yeah, yeah he came and asked if I wanted to go but —” I shrugged, motioned to all the school work displayed in front of me. 

“You work too hard. You should take a break and come back out with us.” 

He carefully takes the pen from my fingers, puts the cap back on and sets it aside. It was a subtle and simple thing he did but I felt my skin grow warm. 

“I wish I could, but — I just have a lot to study still, and the exam is —”

“ — a week away.” He interrupts me. “Which means you have time to take one tiny break out of your evening to have a little fun and destress.” 

“I don’t know, Jimmy.”

“Oh, come on, y/n. It’ll be good for you!” He inches so close I can almost taste his cologne and the head and shoulders 2-in1 shampoo. “Come on — for me?”

And with that, I knew. I knew he knew that I had a stupid schoolgirl crush on him and he was using it against me, and fuck — it was working. I tried to fight a smile, shaking my head as my cheeks flushed pink. 

“Fine — whatever,” I said, slamming my book shut. “but only because you seem so desperate.”

He stands up with the dumbest grin. “See? That’s my girl.” 

I stand up, fixing my skirt that had ridden up, my thigh exposed past my thigh-highs, maybe even a bit of my black panties. I wasn’t thinking much of it until I caught a glimpse of Jimmy eyeing me like a lion eyeing a gazelle. It was unexpected, unfamiliar. He had looked at me before in a more appreciative way. This time it seemed more lustful, more desperate even, and it caused my chest and legs to grow hot. I could feel wetness going in between my legs, and for a moment, I got embarrassed.

“I just, uh — I just have to put this stuff in my car, and then we can —” As I was talking, he moved closer, not helping my flustered state. I stopped in my tracks, looking up at him.

I was about to say something. I was about to walk past him and run out of the room but his hands slid around my waist and I nearly forgot how to breathe. His bottom lip was pressed by his teeth, his brows furrowing in what looked like deep thought. Though it wouldn’t take a genius to know what he was thinking about. 

“Jimmy —” I said, his name barely above a whisper. 

“Look — am I totally crazy for thinking that you — that you want me?”   He asked, head tilting just slightly as his eyes didn’t leave my own.    “If I’m making shit up in my head tell me now and I’ll walk away and we’ll pretend this never happened. But if I’m right —”

I was so thrown off guard. This whole time I thought he didn’t want me. This whole time I thought I was too young for him or that maybe I wasn’t his type. But here we stood with his grip around my waist firm and hungry and waiting for direction. 

“I —”   I looked down and saw the bulge in his pants. He wanted me so bad in this moment he couldn’t even hide it. Without much thought, I got on my toes and pulled his neck down into my kiss. He let out a pleasantly surprised whimper, his grip moving down lower to cup my ass as he pulled me into his bulge. I could feel it stabbing me and twitching. I let out a soft and involuntary moan. 

“I wanna feel how wet you are.” He groaned into my ear, sliding his right hand under my skirt and rubbing his fingers on the outside of my soaked panties. He smiled, placing a rather fervent kiss on my neck and biting my skin gently. “Fuck — you’re so wet. You’re dripping.”

“Mhmm — you make me that way.” I practically moaned the words as he moved my panties off to the side and slid one of his fingers inside me, the wet sounds loud and affirming just how badly my body wanted him. 

“Come here.” He pulled his finger out of me, making me whine in protest as his hands wrapped around my waist to hoist me on the edge of the table. 

At this point, I was panting, aching, my pussy pulsing for him to touch me. He shoved his index and middle fingers in his mouth and lubricated them with his own spit before shoving them into my soaking pussy without so much as a warning. I gasped, smiling, laying back on the table as he positioned my legs over his shoulders. 

At first, he started off with a gentle, slow rhythm. In and out. With every push of his fingers, I could feel him pressing against my walls, making my back arch. “Faster.” I pleaded. And with that he was picking up the pace, ramming his fingers into me with force and speed. I couldn’t even handle it, my legs tried to shut as I began to feel overstimulated, but he pried them open and continued to finger-fuck me while I wiggled and writhed on the table beneath him. 

I let out a loud moan that was followed by his hand cupping around my mouth to stifle my pathetic little noises. I had forgotten where we were and that anyone could just walk in and see us this way. 

“You like that? Do my fingers feel good?” He was getting off on making me feel good, it was easy to tell. He was boosting his ego by making himself feel good by making me cum all over his fingers. 

“Mhhhmm” I mumbled under his hand as my eyes opened and looked up at him.

“God — you’re so beautiful.” He said, staring down at me. “Be a good girl and don’t get us in trouble, okay?” He laughed a breathless laugh as he lifted his hand from my mouth. “You’re getting wetter.” He said with a pleased smirk. 

“I’m so close, Jimmy, please —” and with my pitiful begging, he finger-fucked me harder, this time with three fingers while his other hand played with my clit. “I — I’ll make a mess.” I confessed, more like a warning. 

“Good.” He said, not slowing his pace or showing me mercy as my body tensed and my back arched.

“Fuck — fuck I’m coming —”  I squealed, wiggling around as I started to squirt just a little in between every push of his fingers — my wetness drenched his entire hand and forearm. He just kept going, too, making me moan and writhe around, all pathetic and out of control of my own body. It felt good, though, to not be in control for once. My mind wasn’t thinking about the bar exam, bills, or moving up in HHM. Truth be told, it was just thinking about Jimmy and the way he was making me feel. 

“Ah fuck — you’re so sexy.” He said, taking his drenched hand and slowly pulling it away from me, pressing it to his mouth and licking the tips of his fingers. “I knew you’d taste so good.” I grinned a little, out of breath and panting on the table. 

My eyes wandered to his disheveled hair and his cocky smile, then to his soaked hand that reached into his pants and pulled his erect cock out. He didn’t even need to hold it, it just stood there on its own — ready. 

I slowly sat up on my elbows, practically drooling over his cock, which was bigger than I had imagined. “I want you to fuck me with that.” I confessed, looking back up at his glazed-over eyes. 

He didn’t even say anything. He just grabbed me by the waist like he did before and flipped me over on the table with my ass and pussy exposed. I stuck my ass out just a little more, begging for his cock. But before he stuck it in me he kissed me down from the back of neck, down my spine, and then left a little bit on my ass cheek. Then without much warning he was shoving his hard cock into my still-soaking wet pussy. I gasped and groaned, tilting my head back at the feeling. 

“Ah — fuck.” he nearly whimpered, already breathing heavily as he started off with a slow and steady pace. He leaned over me and pressed his lips to the top back of my head while he said, “I want you to call me daddy.”  

I let out a soft whimper in understanding. “Please fuck me harder, daddy.” 

“Good girl,” he said, fucking me harder and shoving his cock deep into me, ramming into my walls and making me whimper with every thrust. His left hand came up to the back of my head and tangled in my hair as his right hand gripped my waist firm in place as he continued to fuck me.  

“Just like that, daddy, don’t stop.” I moaned, banging my hands on the table with nothing to hold onto. 

He gripped my hair harder, lifting my head up as he thrust into me even more fervently — nothing but the sound of our whimpers and moans and skin slapping together. 

“I’ve wanted you for so long.” He moaned, reaching his hand from my waist to my clit and rubbing it to the rhythm of his thrusting. It only made me moan and shake more. 

“I want you to cum inside me, daddy.” I confess, biting my lower lip. 

“Yeah? You want daddies cum to fill you up?”

“Please daddy — please cum for me.” I begged, barely able to get the words out. 

He picked up the pace to a new speed I didn't even know anyone was capable of reaching, moaning and groaning and sweating all over my bare ass until he made a pathetic whimper sound then the next thing I knew he was emptying his load into my raw pussy — filling me up with his warmth and sliding his cock almost out of me but not quite. I could feel his cock twitching as he continued to empty himself inside me. The feeling of his cum made me even more hot and flushed.

“Holy shit.” he huffed, slowly removing his now flaccid cock from me. I turned over my shoulder to look at him looking at my cum-filled pussy with an arrogant smirk across his face. He was fucking proud of himself. 

I was about to ask for a taste of his cum before we heard footsteps near the mail room. We frantically got ourselves dressed and I rushed to fix the desk and open my book back to make it look like I was still studying. Jimmy fell hard into his seat, hair all sweaty and slightly curled as he zipped up his pants. 

Two cleaning ladies came in with their cleaning cart, staring at us with confusion. “Hola, ladies.” Jimmy said, with a simple wave of his hand. “You can, uh, skip this room tonight.” 

They looked at each other, nodded, then walked out.

Jimmy turned to me with an amused expression, eyes moving down to the now cum-soaked chair I was sitting in and laughed a little. “Guess we should have let them clean.”

[lovecrimeagh]

I practically finished my pretty lacho fic! ♡

some editing left, and a title

genre-wise it's complicated, some romance, some implied hurt/comfort, controversies and tension, you know how they are

stay tuned !! <3

[nachosjavelin]

I'm writing something, I don't know exactly what...I just know that it's lacho.

Also, it's my first time writing something (as in, a narrative text) in English, so, any advice is welcome! I also have some Spanish dialogue, I'd love some feedback on that too, eventually.

This is just a random, unedited snippet, it's probably full of repetitions and stuff 😶‍🌫️

[depressopax]

Soo I've once again dissappeared...

I'M SORRY AHSHHS- 😭

I'm alive, y'all!

Ok but fr tho - thank you for checking in on me! It's genuinely so sweet 🥹💕

I've been busy with school, and writing my own book! 😭 So again - I haven't quit writing here! I just haven't had the time nor energy to write fanfics :(

There's also something I'd like to discuss!

Due to mental health reason, I'm currently unemployed, and my source of income is currently from studying.

I was thinking of starting writing commission - mostly for Breaking Bad/Better call Saul, La casa de papel and maybe for Dale Cooper too!

Basically, I'll write more specific requests, and also do selfship/yumeships! (Aka you/self insert x character)

I'd also - maybe - be doing shorter writing commissions, for example writing a specific scenario, or with an OC of yours.

To clarify: I'll still take reqs and write on Tumblr - But for longer fictions, with specific character/s, scenarios etc, it would be paid commissions! I wouldn't make it too expensive, but just as a way to get some money!

Love you guys! Thank you for all the support <3

[cigarette-room]

For day 3 of @lachoweek2023: bruise

They don't sleep at night.

[gerandor]

So the nacho fic ive been writing for the past couple of days is finally done. It's the missing scene bw nacho and mike in 6x3, with lacho in the background. Thanks everyone for the encouragements and i hope you like reading the fic as much as i loved writing it <3

Summary: When he dies in a few hours, there will be someone still alive who will know; someone who will have to live with that terrible knowledge for years to come after both Nacho and Lalo have long been out of the picture and their absurd, Shakespearean love story rendered completely inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. Nacho thinks there is some kind of cosmic irony in the fact that that someone is Mike.

[slashwhores]

"You look like a pig ~"

Lalo x Barbie 👉👈💕

[ccorinthian]

Another childhood fic: Domingo and Nacho get sodas and talk about their dads. 800 words, Nacho pov.

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She’d taken his hat again and worn it and now he was annoyed at her but he had to get it back so he’d come with her after school. They’d gone to a corner store where she knew the owner, or, her dad knew the owner but she’d met him enough times for him to recognise her so they’d greet each other all the time. Which also meant that sometimes she could get a snack or even a soda ‘on the house’, which she had learnt meant that she didn’t have to pay but she didn’t really get what a house had to do with anything.

She got a can of 7up and he a coke. The clerk didn’t even look up when they walked past and it was someone she didn’t recognise either. She still felt a little disappointed that it hadn’t been the owner working today. Maybe it’d impress the kid who followed her that she knew him. He seemed like an easily impressed dweeb.

‘Are you going to pay for these later?’ The boy from math sat on the curb next to her. They’d found a spot in the shade of a building.

‘I don’t have to,’ she replied, while cracking open her can. It fizzed loudly for a moment so she held it up to her ear to listen to it while the kid from class looked up at her like some idiot, which he was. ‘I know the owner.’

‘My dad owns a furniture store.’

She couldn’t understand why he brought that up when she was trying to tell him about herself like that but apparently it was important for him to make it about himself. Boys always did that and they always just talked about themselves all the time. No wonder they were so dumb when they were too busy thinking about themselves to learn anything important. The worst part is that she knew that his dad ran that store because her dad had told her so once when they drove past it. It looked boring to her but apparently they made very good things. What made a table good or not wasn’t really anything she cared about.

‘Okay.’ She drank quietly from her can and hoped that he would notice that she didn’t say anything more and ask her if she was annoyed. But instead he was staring at a large bug that crawled between his feet. He didn’t pay any attention to her at all.

‘This is a—‘

‘My dad has a store too. He works with cars.’

‘Oh, cool!’ The boy looked up from the big and looked at her instead with the same expression he’d had on his stupid face when he’d been staring at the bug. ‘Does he sell them?’

‘Yeah,’ she replied before she had a chance to consider not lying. ‘Expensive ones.’

‘Oh?’

That seemed to do the trick because the boy leaned a little towards her. He still had that little smile on his face though and for some reason it made her feel a little angry.

‘Yeah. They’re so expensive that only rich people can buy them.”

The kid gasped and he looked a little jealous so she decided to really go for it so he could sit there in his dumb furniture store later and think about how much cooler her dad was.

‘We sold a Ferrari last week, a yellow one. They’re super rare.’ She finished her 7up. ‘Dad says there’s only fifty of them in America.’

He looked at her with eyes that looked like they were going to pop out of his skull. It was almost too easy.

‘Do you think I could—’

‘No. You can’t come and see. Only people who can afford to buy can. And I don’t think you or your dad do.’

The boy actually looked really sad but he didn’t say anything. He sat down his drink and looked at her but avoided eye contact and then after a few moments he picked up the can again and started reading the text on it instead of talking. His silence was super annoying.

‘I want my hat back,’ he said then and that was more annoying than the silence because it meant he was wanted to go home, even though she’d gotten him a free drink. She threw it at him and ignored the baffled look and stood up. Then she attempted to crush her can beneath her foot like she’d seen the adults do but it wouldn’t give in to her weight so instead she kicked it as hard as he could. It hit the pavement and she hoped a car would come and run it over but it didn’t happen.

‘I’ll see you in class,’ she huffed. ‘Have fun in your stupid furniture shop.’

[girlbloggerbae13]

^^me when i'm rewatching brba again and marco and leo die (i've seen it i think 6 times now, but they're sarah's besties!) 💔

what's up folks i'm back and (breaking) badder than ever.

so much has happened. first of all basically i lost my friends. i got sober (about 8.5 months now!!!). and i switched my major. i'm graduating a year early!!! and i got diagnosed with adhd and started meds, which is a great explanation for why i hyperfixate on shows, start a fanfic, and then never finish it.

but i've been dying to finish sarah's story, and i'm rewatching brba+bcs, so we will see how long i continue this. but fingers crossed the adhd meds do their job and i don't feel the need to leave yet another project.

hope you guys have enjoyed princesa salamanca so far, and i lowkey hate that title now, but refresh your memory and reread!!

thank you all for your patience!! xoxo lalo's fav

[kizunatallis]

NEW FANFIC DROPPED BY YOURS TRULY, AND IT IS STARRING EVERYONE'S FAVORITE MURDERY CARTEL PAPI.

It is titled A Songbird Flies Out of Her Cage. Link here:

If anyone wants to make a mood board or art, I am totally fine with it, in fact I encourage it.

I hope people enjoy it and it's as liked other Lalo fanfic.

[art-by-jas]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Better Call Saul (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Eduardo "Lalo" Salamanca/Original Female Character(s), Eduardo "Lalo" Salamanca & Original Female Character(s), Ignacio "Nacho" Varga & Original Female Character(s), Domingo "Krazy-8" Molina & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Eduardo "Lalo" Salamanca, Ignacio "Nacho" Varga, Domingo "Krazy-8" Molina, Original Female Character(s), Daniella Molina (OFC) Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Original Female Character(s) - Freeform, First Meetings, Best Friend Ignacio Varga, Canon Compliant, Cousin Domingo Molina Summary:

𝖣ɑ𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗅𝗅ɑ "𝖣ɑ𝗇𝗂" 𝖬𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗇ɑ, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖣𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗈 "𝖪𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒-𝟪" 𝖬𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗇ɑ, 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 ɑ 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖤𝗅 𝖬𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗈ɑ𝖼ɑ́𝗇𝗈, 𝖭ɑ𝖼𝗁𝗈 ɑ𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌ɑ𝗀𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗌𝗌' 𝗇𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗐, 𝖤𝖽𝗎ɑ𝗋𝖽𝗈 '𝖫ɑ𝗅𝗈' 𝖲ɑ𝗅ɑ𝗆ɑ𝗇𝖼ɑ, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗉𝗅ɑ𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 ɑ𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝗎ɑ𝗅. 𝖧𝖾 𝗍ɑ𝗄𝖾𝗌 ɑ 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖣ɑ𝗇𝗂 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 ��𝗂𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗋ɑ𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 ɑ𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾ɑ𝗋, 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇. 𝖭ɑ𝖼𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 ɑ𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖣ɑ𝗇𝗂 ɑ𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐ɑ𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆ɑ𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁ɑ𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

[snowstories]

My biggest tip for fanfic writers is this: if you get a character's mannerisms and speech pattern down, you can make them do pretty much whatever you want and it'll feel in character.

Logic: Characters, just like real people, are mallable. There is typically very little that's so truly, heinously out of character that you absolutely cannot make it work under any circumstance. In addition, most fans are also willing to accept characterization stretches if it makes the fic work. Yeah, we all know the villain and the hero wouldn't cuddle for warmth in canon. But if they did do that, how would they do it?

What counts is often not so much 'would the character do this?' and more 'if the character did do this, how would they do it?' If you get 'how' part right, your readers will probably be willing to buy the rest, because it will still feel like their favourite character. But if it doesn't feel like the character anymore, why are they even reading the fic?

Worry less about whether a character would do something, and more about how they'd sound while doing it.

[eros-thanatos89]

Love your writing style!! Any timeline for a new chapter in Crazy For You? Love how you have written young Nacho!

Omg thank you, anon!! That’s so kind! 💕

I don’t have a timeline for the new chapter, but I am hoping to start writing it soon! I kind of have a plan of where I want it to go. Things are about to get kind of busy with the holidays, but I’ll try to at least start it in the next week or so :3

It was fun taking a little break from Crazy On You to do Lachoweek, but I’m excited to jump back into it!

I’m so glad that you’re enjoying and that you like the way I write young Nacho! Your ask made my day ☺️💖

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[lovecrimeagh]

finest review I got so far is: all hail the weird rat lady who makes gay books

(I almost blackmailed them to say this but that's besides the point <3 )

[iamanartichoke]

I don't know who needs to hear this, but as a creator -

I am fine with "the audience" -

downloading my fics

printing my fics

copy/pasting or screenshotting my fics

sharing your saved copy of my fics with anyone else who might want them in the unlikely but never impossible case that my fics are no longer available on ao3

making a book of my fic(s) and running your fingers across the pages while lovingly whispering my precioussss

doing these things with anything I create for fandom, such as meta, headcanons, au nonsense like 'texts from the brodinsons,' etc

I am not fine with "the audience"

doing any of the above with the purpose/intent of plagiarizing my work or passing it off as their own in any capacity

feeding my work into ai for any reason whatsoever

Save the fandom things. Preserve the fandom things. Respect the fandom things.

Enjoy the fandom things.