#i swear it was edited and written by an ai

[beneath-the-moon-and-me]

finally spent a day off getting cozy in bed! watched the handmaiden, which was excellent! then sam and I watched the new exorcist film and....good lord. I genuinely don't understand how that movie made it out of the editing room lol.

[mumms-the-word]

I know I’m screaming into the void here but do not witch hunt people with AI accusations

As someone whose job for the last two years involved me reading and rereading essays and creative fiction written by my students (a group of writers notorious for using AI despite being told not to because they worry about their grades more than their skills) let me tell you straight up that detecting AI in any written work isn’t straightforward

AI detection softwares are bullshit. Even Turnitin, which is supposedly the best, has an error rate that is slowly increasing over time. They’re not reliable. The free ones online are even worse, trust me

“Oh but it’s so obvious!” Sure. If you’re trained to notice patterns and predictive repetitions in the language, sure. I can spot a ChatGPT student essay from a mile away. But only if they haven’t edited it themselves, or used a bunch of methods (Grammarly, other AIs, their friends, a “humanizer” software, etc) to obscure the ChatGPT patterns. And it’s easier with formulaic essays—with creative fiction it’s much harder.

Why?

Well because good creative fiction is a) difficult to write well and b) extremely subjective. ChatGPT does have notable patterns for creative writing. But it’s been trained on the writing that is immensely popular, writing that has been produced by humans. Purple prose, odd descriptions, sixteen paragraphs of setting where one or two could be fine, all of that is stylistic choices that people have intentionally made in their writing that ChatGPT is capable of predicting and producing.

What I’m saying is, people just write like that normally. There are stylistic things I do in to writing that other people swear up and down is an AI indicator. But it’s just me writing words from my head

So can we, should we, start witch hunts over AI use in fanfic when we notice these patterns? My answer is no because that’s dangerous.

Listen. I hate AI. I hate the idea of someone stealing my work and feeding it into a machine that will then “improve itself” based on work I put my heart and soul into. If I notice what I think is AI in a work I’ve casually encountered online, I make a face and I stop reading. It’s as simple as that. I don’t drag their name out into the public to start a tomato throwing session because I don’t know their story (hell they might even be a bot) and because one accusation can suddenly become a deluge

Or a witch hunt, if you will

Because accusing one person of AI and starting a whole ass witch hunt is just begging people to start badly analyzing the content they’re reading out of fear that they’ve been duped. People don’t want to feel the sting or embarrassment of having been tricked. So they’ll start reading more closely. Too closely. They’ll start finding evidence that isn’t really evidence. “This phrase has been used three times in the last ten paragraphs. It must be AI.”

Or, it could be that I just don’t have enough words in my brain that day and didn’t notice the repetition when I was editing.

There’s a term you may be familiar with called a “false positive.” In science or medicine, it’s when something seems to have met the conditions you’re looking for, but in reality isn’t true or real or accurate. Like when you test for the flu and get a positive result when you didn’t have the flu. Or, in this case, when you notice someone writing sentences that appear suspiciously like a ChatGPT constructed sentence and go “oh, yes that must mean it’s ChatGPT then”

(This type of argumentation/conclusion also just uses a whole series of logical fallacies I won’t get into here except to say that if you want to have a civil conversation about AI use in fandom you cannot devolve into hasty generalizations based on bits and parts)

I’m not saying this to protect the people using AI. In an ideal world, people would stop using it and return back to the hard work of making art and literature and so on. But we don’t live in that world right now, and AI is prevalent everywhere. Which means we have to be careful with our accusations and any “evidence” we think we see.

And if we do find AI in fandom spaces, we must be careful with how we handle or approach that, otherwise we will start accusing writers who have never touched AI a day in their life of having used it. We will create a culture of fear around writing and creating that stops creatives from making anything at all. People will become too scared to share their work out of fear they’ll be accused of AI and run off.

I don’t have solutions except to say that in my experience, outright accusing people of AI tends to create an environment of mistrust that isn’t productive for creatives or fans/readers. If you start looking for AI evidence everywhere, you will find it everywhere. Next thing you know, you’re miserable because you feel like you can’t read or enjoy anything.

If you notice what you think is AI in a work, clock it, maybe start a discussion about it, but keep that conversation open to multiple answers or outcomes. You’re not going to stop people from using AI by pointing fingers at them. But you might be able to inspire them to try writing or creating for themselves if you keep the conversation open, friendly, and encourage them to try creating for themselves, without the help of AI

[oopsieedaisi]

🩷 | EDITS | 🩷

Hey so I’ve been watching Rise on this weirdo website (OopsieeDaisi.totallyrealsite.com??) cause I don’t wanna pay Netflix to watch and??? There’s this fifth member of the turtles called Artemisia?? She keeps saying stuff like Girlypop and girlboss and???? I haven’t seen her anywhere else?? There’s not even a wiki on her character and the last episode I watched she literally went to Big Mama and no one has that episode listed anywhere and now the website is down?? I swear this isn’t clickbait WHOS ARTEMISIA HAMATO??!

‼️RESHARES ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED‼️

But please do not take, use, reupload, sell, edit, redistribute, copy, claim, feed to AI etc.... My work without my written permission, Thank you kindly 💗

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

Hello! I know you're one of the people who ship Moon and Solar (TSAMS) And y'all have gotten me into the ship as well! XD I'm not caught up on the lore of the show(s) So i haven't even seen Solar IN SHOW before (i am very behind to before Lunar was Sun and Moons brother :' D) But I have some ideas I'm debating writing for the ship buttt....I have no clue how Canon Solar acts??? Do you know if theres somewhere I could find a Summary on his personality? (and I suppose...new Moon?) I'll probably unintentionally make them OOC...never written for anything TSAMS related, but i'll try!

And is there a ship names thats...like used for them instead of Solar X Moon or is it just called that?

Anywho, I hope you have a good day/night!!! You make awesome stuff! (And I know theres been some people making drama over the ship, I hope you don't let them get to you too much tho!! <3 /P)

🦈Anon

AWESOME!

Heheheh. Thank you. I've been shipping these two since June 2023 so I'm glad I can share the brainrot and some people are more welcoming and cool then I expect. (mostly the ones who can't think critically are the youtube audience but that's expected. Since a lot of the youtube target audience are... like.. minors or really young adults who can't conceive the concept.)

I rewatch that Episode where Solar changes his name and rebuilds the Daycare in a week just for Moon constantly cause it's just... so much admiration and appreciation Moon has for Solar in that episode. I swear I don't know if it was a flub on the actor's part... but I swear Moon calls him 'sexy' as he's dragging him to charge. the stock sound effect of "OOOOH" doesn't help my APD and I've listened so many times and I have no possible idea what Moon could be saying to Solar other then 'come here you stupid, sexy-...." (trails off) sooo... idk. I might have misheard that severely but that's just what I'm hearing.

Like, in terms of New Lore of the show, it gets pretty complicated.

So complicated in fact, TSAMS themselves released a new video on the subject.... But it's NOT a very good guide, as it misses a lot of things. (and no I don't mean the stupid guest cameo stuff) this is more or less an abridged take on what happens with no emotional impact:

Like, this is a good starting point if you want the barest of bones, but it misses so much stuff. I think they don't even mention how Solar gets introduced into this family. lol. Just like "yeah Im here and I helped kill Eclipse" fheahehf. It's a super well made video though, and I don't mind the editing mistakes (clearly when the actors change the avatar on screen.... whoops. Happens a few times)

There is also the Fan Wiki, but as of now, it is incomplete, (@twinanimatronics is working tirelessly on updating the wiki and I wish they got more reconignition from the tsams community as a whole ) but it does give a decent look into Solar

There is also the huge TSAMS Lore Document, which Ceph(twinanimatronics) also worked on which contains a further detailed explanation of the story so far, for those who don't have time to watch 2 years worth of youtube content that aren't in a concrete playlist. (TSAMS. PLAYLIST YOUR STUFF PROPERLY. YOU HAVE TWO YEARS OF LORE HERE)

Liike.... yeah... this is okay but like..

This is VRchat. Aka the lore. Which also includes when they play videogames in VRchat, which don't impact the story... Like Uno, Amongus and SCP stuff.....

And it doesn't divide the arcs. Something that TSAMS severely needs more then any other SB Show channel.

Also, in the early days, the gameplay videos USED to be part of the lore. As the concept of Eclipse itself, being a rouge evil ai that lived in Sun's head (as it was presented initially but we know the truth it was the killcode moon planted in Sun when they separated.)

These days, they kinda dropped the gameplay videos being directly connected to the over arching plot. Other then just saying that their vids are pre-recorded or "we're back" after an annual halloween takeover.

Not to mention... When Earth and Lunar got a show, they became intertwined with the Sun and Moon show. LAES is very much it's own thing, but it's the ONLY Security Breach Show that consists of two Original Characters spawned from the Sun and Moon show. A rarity. So their lore continues off from the Sun and moon show, giving more info on Lunar these days and Earth (their sister)

Then you have the Monty and Foxy show (which is my least favorite of the shows... Personal Preference. I try not to complain cus I know some people like it. But I do not like the plot points in that show, or the character writing and weird directions they take while being connected to the same universe.)

And Monty is a character voiced by Davis, who also voices Sun. So Monty started out as a prominent character on the Sun and Moon Show, and then got his OWN show... at a point in TSAMS history after Eclipse got the star and killed Lunar.

So yeah. I wish the playlists were better organized here. So we knew when each era starts.

(people say Matpat should get on this show lore... And noooooooo no thanks. Keep him away. We got you covered. Ceph honestly has enough info to make a video guide at this point.)

But long story short, Solar is a "Good Eclipse" from another dimension that the Old Moon introduced to Lunar, when Lunar was struggling with his trauma of leaving Eclipse. Good Eclipse and Lunar become friends.

Anyway, here are some key episodes that outline NewMoon and Solar's relationship, as Solar had never met the Old Moon.

Old Moon had never met Solar. It was New Moon who introduced himself to Solar to help defeating Eclipse once and for all. (and by this point lunar had died)

He was actually surprised that this Moon was a chill Moon and could be reasoned with and talked to, considering he was living a rather oppressive life from his own Moon.

There's also a whole episode saga of just these two bantering and talking while they work on the satellite together. I can't remember which specific episodes those are.

You can also see the difference between the Evil Eclipse and Good Eclipse here in one of my all time favorite episodes:

Moon saving Solar's life: (also the death of the bad Eclipse)

Everything is good and happy after Eclipse dies for awhile. (aside of Ruin and Bloodmoon wrecking shit) He goes back to his own dimension... and you get to see what his sad life is like:

From his Moon calling him "byproduct" and failure very often.

But... Something happens and Solar is forced to come to Moon's dimension

here's Solar at his poor little meow meow "I have nowhere to go" stage and just... thought to go to Moon immediately due to their history.

Moon's only question about Solar moving in, is that if he wanted him to blacklist his dimension once he heard what was going on with his Moon.

And immediately, Solar jumps in to help Moon with his problems.

Also during the halloween takeover part 2 electric boogaloo, Solar was the one to help get Sun and Moon back after being teleported to a different dimension with no hopes of returning

Also, after Ruin was cured and Bloodmon ran off, Solar rebuilt the ruined Daycare in a week. And Moon is so grateful for it. (i rewatch this episode a lot. It cemented the ship in my mind and built the commodity that they've been building up for months)

We also get what Solar's daily life is like so far... How out of place he feels, being someone from a different dimension, despite the Brothers (and sister's) insistence, he still doesn't really feel like he's part of the family. He feels like an outsider. (He also has less opportunities to hang out with Lunar. As he expressed interest in playing games with him like the good old days, and as of recently, they have not yet)

also a good example of the Celestial family changing minds on family dynamics because they are robots. Lunar flat out rejected Vegeta-Animatronic is his brother even if he technically is. Like, they're robots. They can change their relationships to each other based on their word. I like to see it more flexible then it is in reality with actual people/humans.

Moon also trying to make Solar feel comfortable and feel like he's adjusting well here. Expressing his concern for him doing so much for him and his family. And hoping to not pressure him into so much work.

As of recently, his Sun died, and he killed his Moon. And in his therapy session (on the Lunar and Earth Show) he expressed regret over "Leaving" them...

But he has not properly told anyone about this.

My reasoning is that he probably thinks that the family will jump on the chance to call him "Evil" .....They don't have good luck with Eclipses.... and every Eclipse they met other than him has been Evil. (that must weigh on you. Every version of yourself is deemed as evil across every dimension. You are the only good one. Maybe there is something wrong with you)

I'm already at the video limit, but on Lunar and Earth show, there is an interesting episode where Lunar goes into Solar's head, and his mindscape looks like the Willy Wonka TV room, because it was a movie he watched with his Sun before they separated and Sun died. Showing that he did care about his Sun a whole lot... Which is probably why he doesn't interact with our Sun that much alone.

He also compartmentalizes everything before he can feel emotions, playing his own memories in third person as if he's not experiencing them.

Not to mention, he organizes and separates his thoughts on NewMoon and HIS Moon, just so he won't associate the two.

I also missed what episode it was, but Solar is always the first to call Moon out when he's being angry, or irrational, and Sun admits in his therapy session, that Solar is the only person who can calm Moon down. (mainly cus he's used to it, but unlike his old moon, this moon listens)

Anyway...

I love Solar a lot, can you tell?

[weeeeeekly]

ML0802-99 – mark x afab!reader

blurb You work at a sex shop and decide to test one of the new products.

info android sex bot!mark x human!reader, one use of y/n, afab!reader, no reader body shape mention, swearing, sexbot au (is this a thing??)

WARNINGS!!! NSFW, MDNI 18+ blog, mention of vagina, p in v sex, semipublic sex, sex against the wall, kinda rough sex, oral (m receiving), swallowing cum, fingering, praise kink (a weeeeeekly staple), reader & mark are experienced, soft!dom mark & sub!reader I think??, no refractory period because he’s a robot, not aiming for accuracy – aiming for vibes, not proofread/edited just pure free flowing thought

this is FICTION!!!!! everything is made up by me. the stuff written out is not meant to be a representation of the people, places, or ideas mentioned. also, prob not accurate to real life counterparts – idk sex.

wc 1.6k

You love your job.

The job may not pay the best to sustain you for the rest of your life, $20 per hour can only do so much, but the other perks that your boss lets you have been too good to pass up. You get to test out all the new products under the guise of “research for customers”, so you can give top notch customer service when customers ask, “what is the best” or “would work for them”.

What can you say – you take your job seriously.

You know that your friends would be jealous of you. Only if you had friends. Being alone didn’t bother you that much, but as you stare at the massive box in front of you, you couldn’t help but feel the nasty jealousy bubbling up inside.

Your new solution to loneliness! Introducing NEO CUM TECHNOLOGY – 22 different models ready to satisfy and please. Each model has different preprogrammed personalities to appeal to every user.

Each model includes over 1,000 preprogrammed lines from AI technology to allow each NCT model to make facial expressions, talk to the user, and have full body articulation, medical grade platinum silicone, one set of clothes, synthetic hair, and breathing and temperature mimicking mechanisms, all created to make lifelike models.

Jaw dropping to the floor, you gape at the NCT model inside the box. The model was a 5’9 man with black hair with an undercut with white streaks, moles scattered on his face and neck, black eyebrows, dark mauve lips, and dressed in a futuristic outfit of a chrome silver jacket and black pants with black sneakers. This model could’ve fooled you if it walked past you in public, if it wasn’t for the exposed metal skeleton at the back of the right side of the neck and exposed left arm. Nothing you couldn’t cover with a long sleeve turtleneck.

In your hand was the note your boss left you on the register.

Y/N, we got sent a rejected model by accident. Customer service said we could keep it and do whatever we want with it. Thought you might like to test it – could be a friend or something. Let me know if there are any bugs or malfunctions so if not, might get it refurbished to sell.

“Could be a friend.” You scoff as you toss the note back on the counter, turning back to the sexbot.

You open the plastic part of the box as you pick up the instructions and charger, leaning the box against the counter.

INSTRUCTIONS

Model: NEO CUM TECHNOLOGY ML0802-99

Service Code: 007

START turn on by pressing button at nape of neck, allow 5 seconds for model to power up if first time use, battery may need recharging out of box.

CHARGE port at ankle on left leg.

Following instructions, you reach behind the robot to power it on, stepping back as you watch in awe as dark brown eyes safe back at you. The robot steps out of the box and closer to you.

Testing it out, you speak. “Hi?”

“Hello.”

“Are you the primary main user? Please state a name to call you by.”

“Uh, I wouldn’t say I’m going to be the primary user for long, so let’s just use a nickname.” Your eyes dart around the items near you for an idea as your eyes spot the Angel costume in the window display. “Angel. Let’s use Angel.”

The robot extends a hand towards you, cracking a smile. “Nice to meet you, Angel.”

Eyes widening, you go to shake his hand, but the robot surprises you by leaning down kisses the back of your hand. His lips feel shockingly realistic, but you should’ve known since NCT models go for thousands of dollars for just the base.

“Do you have a name?”

“Mark is programmed in my system.”

“Mark, cool.” You nod as you check him out. “So, like, what can you do?”

“My model is able to perform acts of oral on both penises and vaginas, 5 different levels of pace, 7 different vibration patterns, able to perform over 100 positions with full body articulation, and use for up to 6 hours on full charge.”

You bite your pointer finger as your imagination begins to run wild at all the stuff you could try.

“Weird question…”

Mark tilts his head at you.

“Do you have flavored cum?”

He smirks at you, “Wish to find out, Angel?”

You’re on your knees in the stockroom behind the counter as you suck Mark off. It would be naïve to think that he was moaning at how good you are at sucking dick, but he is programmed to reaction to any and every touch with a recorded moan or groan. (You are trying your best to make this the best head you’ve ever given, just for your peace of mind.)

You look up to see Mark’s head leaning against the wall with his eyes shut and moans tumbling past his lips. To your pleasant surprise, his precum tasted like artificial vanilla.

“Angel, I’m close.” Mark moans as his hands grip the back of your head as he begins thrusting into your mouth. You reach a hand down your bottoms and underwear to finger yourself something to relieve yourself from the ache between your legs.

“F-fuck.” His hips stutter after one last thrust that brings your face to his pelvis, cumming down your throat as you take your finger out from inside you. The vanilla taste fills your mouth, so sweet that you could feel a toothache forming.

Mark begins petting the top of your head as you look up at him. “You did such a good job, Angel.”

Beaming at him, you stand up from kneeling on the ground, thankful for the pillow Mark put down for you. He tucks himself back in his briefs and looks at you.

“Hop up on the table I wanna eat you out.”

Well, something’s purring.

You hop up on the table, getting comfy when you hear the bell above the front door begin to jingle.

“Hello?” Some random person calls from outside.

You roll your eyes in annoyance at being disturbed and push Mark’s hands away from your body as you whisper. “Hold on, I have to help a customer.”

Mark grips your shoulders and shakes his head, keeping you in place. Leaning forward, he kisses you with passion.

“Hello! Anyone in there?”

“Seriously, Mark.” You gasp in between kisses. “I have to do my job.”

“You are doing your job.” He leans his forehead against yours as he shoves his hand down your underwear, lightly circling your clit. “You’re assessing my performance.”

All thoughts disappear from your mind at Mark’s fingers working on you. The screeching of the customer wanting to get inside the locked sex shop is drowned out from your moans gradually getting louder. When Mark switches his finger placement as two fingers enter you and his thumb continues circling your clit making your eyes rollback in pleasure.

He leans against your ear as he speeds up finger fucking you. “Need to feel you around me, Angel.”

The sexbot wastes no time removing your tangled underwear and bottom from your legs to replace them with him. His pants quickly come off and he rolls on a condom. Your legs wrap around his lean waist as he easily carries you up off the table and against the wall. Mark holds his cock as he pushes himself into you.

You’re so glad that he’s a robot because the way he begins thrusting into you, slowly fucking you against the wall has ruined you for anyone else. He has to put a hand over your mouth to shush you from exposing your hiding spot.

“I set the pace to level 2 and vibration to level 1. Would you like to change that?”

Mark removes his hand for a minute to let you speak, “S-slowly, holy shit, increase pace to 5, fuck.”

“Noted.”

His hand goes back on your mouth as he adjusts his grip around waist and increases the pace. No toy will ever compare to this. Maybe you could tell your boss that Mark’s model has bugs. Maybe get an employee discount too. You could work for a month straight to afford this if you sparingly spend on actual necessities like gas and groceries.

It would be worth it, especially if get to feel Mark fucking you for the rest of your life.

“The person is no longer detected outside of the door. Should I speed up the pace again?”

You frantically nod your head, and Mark removes his hand to put it back on your waist.

“Fuck me hard, Mark.”

“Okay, Angel.”

He begins slamming his hips into yours as you moan in delight, hitting you in the right spot at a brutal pace that will make you come any second. The shelves on the other side of the wall are shaking with items falling down.

“Cum for me like a good girl, Angel. In 5.” Mark slips a hand back to your clit to send you over the edge.

“4.” Your grip goes from his shoulders to the back of his head, lacing your fingers through his synthetic hair.

“3.” You bring his face to yours to sloppily kiss him.

“2.” He murmurs against your lips.

“1.” The last thrust of his hips makes your toes curl as you cum around his cock. Mark shoots his load in the condom as he stops but continues doing circle 8s on your clit until you cringe away from overstimulation.

“How would you rate my performance?”

“A bajillion out of bajillion. Literally perfect, no notes.”

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author’s note nct robot line only includes those born in 2004 & up because that’s what i’m comfortable with. Still not writing nct wish (even sfw) rn because I need to get into them first. ANDDDDDD i’m basing this mark off his outfit for studio choom mix & match performance with jisung.

[youreonyourown-kid]

Not me being the biggest fail girl and dropping my classes in the first week after community college finally becoming free 🫣

I swear I was good at school once upon a time.

My biggest hurdle when it comes to school… and this is really embarrassing.. I can’t write. Like I have this huge block when it comes to writing anything that I know someone will read. These were online classes so of course writing is like 95% of it. And like even those stupid intro mini essays took me me like 2 hours to write. Even the stupid little bulleted movies reviews I sometimes write on here take me forever to write.

And like. Okay this is even more embarrassing but I did test out chatgpt. But it was like obviously written by AI. And even if I did ai then edited it I would feel awful and scared of being caught.

It’s just frustrating cause some people will talk about how easy college is for them. And I’ve dropped out like multiple times over the last decade 😭 obviously I’m doing something wrong.

[stripedtabbycat]

finished the hitchhiker's guide books! final thoughts:

totally get what adams meant by being in a bad place when he wrote the last book because whoof that ending. that said i think if this is the final book it's not entirely unfitting to have it end with this kind of nihilism with jokes. at times like these all you can do is laugh

however it is especially jarring when the second-to-last book is almost unusually optimistic and lighthearted. book 4 is almost something like a breather episode in the midst of all the "everything happens so much" of the rest of the series.

book 4 contains a chapter ruminating on the fact that if you write a character who does not show any particular interest in sex or romance, readers will respond to them by basically saying "wtf is this guy's deal?" and be unable to get their minds off the subject. if you don't care about that and skip to the end as suggested, though, aroace arthur dent can still win

that said i actually do really like fenchurch and her and arthur's relationship. it was really sweet and i'm sad she doesn't get to show up again. i wasn't expecting to be invested in the romance plot in this book but it was good!

adams miiiight be one of those male authors who doesn't really know what to do with his female characters, as evidenced by trillian not getting much of anything to do in the first two books and kind of completely changing her characterization during her appearances in the last few. i like her saving the day in book 3 and i think she's probably the most interesting in book 5, with the two converging versions of herself and all, even though she also doesn't get much to do after a certain point.

i also like random. she's a surprisingly well-written teenager for her relatively small page time and i also wish we got to spend more time with her. sadly we will never have a sixth book so we can't (yeah, i am of the opinion that officially published fanfics written after the literal death of the author don't count)

"young zaphod plays it safe" was a fun story to tide one over between installments but when i finished i was feeling like there was some kind of point i wasn't getting. turns out that point was that the clone that was sent to earth who was dangerous because they could be allowed to get away with anything was implied to be ronald reagan and this was much more explicit in earlier versions

given the author's open admission of rewriting canon in every version and the books often contradicting each other (not too blatantly as far as i could tell though), it's probably true that there are multiple canon reasons for why the earth was destroyed. i think they can all be true at once even within one canon.

the humor remains very consistently good throughout the series, with ever-prescient bits about technological inefficiency and politics. my hot take is that the guide mk. ii is like previously reliable search engines pushing ai shit as "the future"

i'm realizing my version of the books is probably the us edition because of the use of "belgium" instead of "fuck" in book 3. does anyone know why they were required to censor this because as far as i know you were absolutely allowed to swear in books in the 1980s. yes the belgium bit is funny but i was not previously aware of any mpaa-like censorship guidelines in publishing back then. each subsequent book has i think one uncensored f-bomb ("does he not, to put it in a nutshell, fuck?" being particularly memorable) so whatever it was they got over it. apparently

i think some people on here would be very taken with the idea of someone on whom it is perpetually raining not because the rain gods hate them but because the rain loves them, and who has become an actual rain god because of this

i also wonder if the world had become more open to believing in unnatural phenomena such as the above after the near-apocalypse resulted in our world merging with a parallel one, but i may be overthinking a series that runs on jokes

[eclairsizcoolioz]

Doing my intro post again yippee !!

My sona:

Hello there welcome to my blog!! You can call me Eclair or just Clair :] not my real name ofc

Some stuff about me :

I am a minor!! :0 so no weird stuff ty, and Im also AroAce :D. Im an artist 👩‍🎨 and I like writing and editing sometimes. I use she/they pronouns, Oh and Im from the Philippines 🇵🇭

I like cartoons, shows, movies, fantasy, every shade of pink, and just alot of stuff!!

Im a multishipper!! Every ship is great unless its illegal ofc!!

Fandoms I’m in :

Tales of Arcadia, The owl house, Epic the musical, Object shows, Steven universe, My little pony, The umbrella academy, The Magnus Archives, Rise of the guardians, and I’d list more but its alot..

Speaking of fandoms I LOVE fandom ocs :D I have plenty of them too!!

DNI LIST:

Racists, Trans/Homophobia, Proshippers, Ableist, People who ai, People who trace, and generally weird people 😡 !!!

Other stuff where you can find me!!:

Tiktok - I do mostly edits there!

Ao3 - I have one written work there I haven’t updated yet in awhile- (I’ll make another chapter i swear!!)

I have instagram but I got kinda nothing there but i am planning on posting more tho

Anywho that should be all :))

See ya!! 🩷

[ilhoonftw]

another loooong bitubi Affairs update for your pleasure(?): 4tob is doing a concert and 2 out of 3 dates overlap with both of subie's solo tour dates in suwon. 4tob announced their dates a month after ticketing for subie ended, so if you already have tickets for subie you have to cancel to see 4tob, yike

kmels were furious, not only for the implied disrespect against subie/fans who now have to choose subie vs 4tob, but for pouring fuel on the dumpster fire that's the fandom right now lmao

there were also fights about whether it's even a big deal to have clashing concerts, people saying it's nbd because it's just a few tour dates (suwon is subie's hometown show though...), and inevitable since the group is split between agencies.... others saying yes it's actually weird and uncommon for CONCERTS (as opposed to smaller schedules) to overlap within an idol group

AND there's a debate about whether 4tob should have a unit name. the argument is that subie/yook are bullied for 'disloyalty' every time 4tob promotes without them, and nonfans ask if they've left since it says bitubi but there's only 4 of them lmao. a separate name could help alleviate confusion and the blame game, I guess. kwang said before that they decided not to make one, but fans in favor say it should be reconsidered since subie/yook got so much hate this year

bitubi company then released a statement saying 4tob are ~protecting~ the bitubi name (many kmels hated this bc it's exactly how subie/yook antis talk) so they won't use a unit name, and that they'd planned the winter concert back when they made the company (but in july/august kwang said there was nothing in december and ticketing opened very late). it pissed off fans even more and I hear many of them are pretty much boycotting, while a lot of (korean) subie-biased ot6 stans quietly became solo stans

so now the 4tob concert is flopping, there's literally a third of the floor tickets left for all 3 days and I think it's only ~2k seats total per day 😬 additionally, bitubi company apparently really needs $$$ and jacked up ticket prices, adding ₩200k photo op/soundcheck packages like in overseas shows (which kmels are absolutely insulted by)

now there's a whole bitubi company stans vs haters divide, I'd say 95% of the haters are kmels, haters tend to be ot6 stans because most subie/yook solo stans gave up on the whole thing (but I think the fandom keeps trying to paint solo stans as the shit-stirrers...)

this all sounds so stupid written out, melody is even more in shambles than when I last wrote to you a few weeks ago lol. the fandom atmosphere is awful, some kmels seem to feel it's almost as bad as when runie left because holy shit has bitubi ever sold that poorly, and there's no resolution in sight :/

p.s. I'm 90% sure bitubi company's latest single cover art is AI lol

p.s.s. sorry this was so long!! I swear it underwent an editing process. don't feel you have to answer if it's too much!

yooo i always appreciate these, i don't mind the length! don't worry about it, thank you so much for taking the time to write this 🫡🥰

i hate to say this but i knew something like this is gonna happen... i'm checked out from the fandom news bc i stopped using twitter so this is brand new information™ like holy shit what a clusterfuck

it makes zero sense, is this self-sabotage??? who is giving bitubi company bad business advice hmmmmm

promoting after leaving og agency with everyone having a different agency (as in for example 7 members 7 agencies) must be easier than having 4 people in one agency named after og group and 2 others flying solo

even senior groups like shinhwa had hard time running their own company (was it 2 years ago that eric and dongwan were beefing on ig lmao) and i would go as far as to say they always had larger and more reliable fanbase. i always prayed on highlight downfall and tbh their numbers look okay but i wish there was an 'adjust to inflation' calculator for kpop albums...

now that () decided to continue being in blue box i bet there's a % of fans that regret that btob left... they have to build their own company from the ground up and it's not like "parent" agency isn't fully established if you ask me, it's backed by samsung iirc but samsung ain't doing too well right now so. pentagon is a different case cause cube gave up on them right at the start of 2022 and those who left are better off, they didn't hold big concerts or anything, meanwhile btob as more successful group had more to lose and welp

yea it does look ai-generated :((

[my-weird-news]

🚨 Exposing Rampant AI Publishing Scams! Unbelievable!

AI's Wild Ride: From Scammers to Suckers, Let the Chaos Begin Hey there, folks! Strap in, because AI is like the new kid in town who swears they're going to change everything, but they're facing the classic problem that every flashy tech fad before them has faced: They got the fancy VC funding, but they ain't got a solid business plan, especially for us regular folks. So, what do we do with these huge language-model AIs that can whip up words like an overcaffeinated Shakespeare? It's like having a hyper-intelligent parrot – it talks, but do we really understand what it's saying? So, here's a not-so-novel idea: why not sell that AI-written text? But where, oh where, should we sell it? Somewhere that truth is optional, where wild tales can become literary gold – ah yes, the book market! It's the last haven where people still drop a few coins to get their hands on words. But wait, there's a catch. You can't legally sell AI-made text because, apparently, machine words don't deserve copyright protection (with a few exceptions, because laws love exceptions). But those sneaky scammers are onto it, blending AI into their scheming ways. Imagine publishers having hush-hush meetings, debating how to bring AI into their secretive fold. Meanwhile, authors are sharpening their pens, ready to take on what they're convinced is an AI-powered Armageddon for their craft. It all started with a bang when sci-fi mags cried out, "Help! AI stories are flooding our inboxes!" Apparently, some guru influencers were telling their minions to use AI to whip up short stories and then sell 'em off, as if short stories are suddenly the key to Scrooge McDuck levels of wealth. And then, oh boy, by July, the Author’s Guild was shaking in its quills. These big language models are trained on mountains of text, but here's the kicker: some of that text is swiped from pirate treasure troves known as "shadow libraries." Like, arr matey, isn't that, like, a bit illegal? The Author’s Guild wagged its finger at AI companies, saying, "Yo, you're sipping our creative juices without giving us a sip!" The Guild's letter was like an alarm bell ringing in the AI headquarters. But even with these words of caution, some cheeky influencer decided to crack the AI ebook code on Amazon. They're like, "Hey, I've cracked the secret! Let's churn out AI books and roll in those sweet, sweet royalties. It's like fishing, but for words!" 🎣 And then, kaboom! The AI plot thickens. People started selling "Jane Friedman" books on Amazon, except it's not the real Jane Friedman. It's like AI went to a Halloween party dressed as Jane and stole all her candy – I mean, books! 🎃 Now, none of this stuff is new, folks. Garbage books have been floating around Amazon for ages, like cheap knockoff handbags. People even submitted plagiarized stories to literary magazines before AI turned fancy. What's new is the scale – AI is pumping out content like a factory of malfunctioning robots. It's like a literary equivalent of a chocolate factory, except the chocolates are words, and the Oompa Loompas are rogue AIs. And as if that wasn't enough chaos, some authors went all Judge Judy, slapping lawsuits on OpenAI and Meta, saying they swiped their words for training. It's like a courtroom drama where the witnesses are neural networks and the judge is an old typewriter. Ding ding, order in the court! Meanwhile, in a galaxy not so far away, there's this website called Prosecraft that decided to rank books based on their wordiness, adjectives, and other fancy word things. But hold your horses, it's not even AI – it's an algorithm, like a literary Fitbit. And, you guessed it, authors were like, "Hey, hands off our precious words!" and made such a ruckus that Prosecraft had to pack its bags and sneak away. Oh, but that's not all, folks! The New York Times reveals that around 50 companies jumped on the AI bandwagon, crafting, editing, and marketing books with AI magic. But here's the kicker: publishing is like a pie with tiny, tiny slices, and those slices are getting tinier. A survey said authors make peanuts, and only a handful can afford to live solely off their books. It's like a dystopian movie where writers have to fight each other for crumbs in a word wasteland. 💸 So, there you have it, the wild world of AI chaos. It's like a circus, but instead of clowns, there are schemers and suckers, all riding the AI roller coaster. Let's just hope the AI doesn't learn to write books about AI taking over the world, because that's a whole different can of worms! 🎢📚# AI's Wild Ride: From Scammers to Suckers, Let the Chaos Begin Hey there, folks! Strap in, because AI is like the new kid in town who swears they're going to change everything, but they're facing the classic problem that every flashy tech fad before them has faced: They got the fancy VC funding, but they ain't got a solid business plan, especially for us regular folks. So, what do we do with these huge language-model AIs that can whip up words like an overcaffeinated Shakespeare? It's like having a hyper-intelligent parrot – it talks, but do we really understand what it's saying? So, here's a not-so-novel idea: why not sell that AI-written text? But where, oh where, should we sell it? Somewhere that truth is optional, where wild tales can become literary gold – ah yes, the book market! It's the last haven where people still drop a few coins to get their hands on words. But wait, there's a catch. You can't legally sell AI-made text because, apparently, machine words don't deserve copyright protection (with a few exceptions, because laws love exceptions). But those sneaky scammers are onto it, blending AI into their scheming ways. Imagine publishers having hush-hush meetings, debating how to bring AI into their secretive fold. Meanwhile, authors are sharpening their pens, ready to take on what they're convinced is an AI-powered Armageddon for their craft. It all started with a bang when sci-fi mags cried out, "Help! AI stories are flooding our inboxes!" Apparently, some guru influencers were telling their minions to use AI to whip up short stories and then sell 'em off, as if short stories are suddenly the key to Scrooge McDuck levels of wealth. And then, oh boy, by July, the Author’s Guild was shaking in its quills. These big language models are trained on mountains of text, but here's the kicker: some of that text is swiped from pirate treasure troves known as "shadow libraries." Like, arr matey, isn't that, like, a bit illegal? The Author’s Guild wagged its finger at AI companies, saying, "Yo, you're sipping our creative juices without giving us a sip!" The Guild's letter was like an alarm bell ringing in the AI headquarters. But even with these words of caution, some cheeky influencer decided to crack the AI ebook code on Amazon. They're like, "Hey, I've cracked the secret! Let's churn out AI books and roll in those sweet, sweet royalties. It's like fishing, but for words!" 🎣 And then, kaboom! The AI plot thickens. People started selling "Jane Friedman" books on Amazon, except it's not the real Jane Friedman. It's like AI went to a Halloween party dressed as Jane and stole all her candy – I mean, books! 🎃 Now, none of this stuff is new, folks. Garbage books have been floating around Amazon for ages, like cheap knockoff handbags. People even submitted plagiarized stories to literary magazines before AI turned fancy. What's new is the scale – AI is pumping out content like a factory of malfunctioning robots. It's like a literary equivalent of a chocolate factory, except the chocolates are words, and the Oompa Loompas are rogue AIs. And as if that wasn't enough chaos, some authors went all Judge Judy, slapping lawsuits on OpenAI and Meta, saying they swiped their words for training. It's like a courtroom drama where the witnesses are neural networks and the judge is an old typewriter. Ding ding, order in the court! Meanwhile, in a galaxy not so far away, there's this website called Prosecraft that decided to rank books based on their wordiness, adjectives, and other fancy word things. But hold your horses, it's not even AI – it's an algorithm, like a literary Fitbit. And, you guessed it, authors were like, "Hey, hands off our precious words!" and made such a ruckus that Prosecraft had to pack its bags and sneak away. Oh, but that's not all, folks! The New York Times reveals that around 50 companies jumped on the AI bandwagon, crafting, editing, and marketing books with AI magic. But here's the kicker: publishing is like a pie with tiny, tiny slices, and those slices are getting tinier. A survey said authors make peanuts, and only a handful can afford to live solely off their books. It's like a dystopian movie where writers have to fight each other for crumbs in a word wasteland. 💸 So, there you have it, the wild world of AI chaos. It's like a circus, but instead of clowns, there are schemers and suckers, all riding the AI roller coaster. Let's just hope the AI doesn't learn to write books about AI taking over the world, because that's a whole different can of worms! 🎢📚 Read the full article

[winterblossomings]

My sweetest Ai,

Thank you for being the rational one between the two of us, I swear I’d go do something probably incredibly stupid if it weren’t for you reminding me to calm down and take care of myself. 

I fell in love with you at first sight, and as you spoke, I could feel myself falling harder for you, and I can’t stop falling. When this world seems uncertain and scary, you’re always there to hold my hand and ground me, or to distract me when you think it’s needed. Even if your teasing makes me fluster that easy, it’s just because you’re good at it.

Honestly, I could never say enough to show what you mean to me. I hope that I can show you with our music together, one day. Maybe I’ll write us a song to sing together one day, but for now, I’ll be content in the love we share.

Love, and yours always, Emrys.

[mandorush]

Fic Recs: March Edition!

Hello lovely people! Another month in this awful 2021 is over, so it’s time for my fic recommendations! I have to thank these extraordinary writers for making March a little more bearable. My inbox is open if you want to send over your fic recs or if you want to send me your work (I’m constantly looking for fics to read so don’t be shy!).

@pascalpanic Drunk Words (Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x Reader) / Sober Thoughts (Frankie Morales x Reader - Part 2) - This fic gave me butterflies. Frankie is so sweet, and the duality of it (drunk/sober) is such a brilliant idea! I would do go pick up drunk Frankie in the middle of the night and then sleep in his arms. That’s the dream. 

@foli-vora More Than Words series (bestfriend!Benny + Frankie Morales x Reader) - I don’t even know where to begin. The friendship with Benny is so good, Frankie is simply Frankie. I can’t wait to read more and find out more about this little triangle going on... In the meantime, here I am, constantly imagining what it would be like to have both Frankie and Benny in my life *sigh*

@mylifeliterally Use Me (Benny Miller x Reader) - Hot. Hot. Hot. This one killed me, buried me, and brought me back to life to kill me again. I can’t even find the words, I swear. Just thank you for your service.

@autumnleaves1991-blog You’re My Best Friend series (Javier Peña x Reader) - This is not your usual fic. The way it goes back and forth between the past and the present makes it incredibly dynamic. It’s a constant diving inside the story, the more you read it, the more you get attached to its characters. I can’t wait to read more!

@softboywriting Mi Alma (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - Okay, so here’s the thing. This story is so beautiful, so incredible, so amazing, that I couldn’t stop thinking about it for DAYS. Like, before going to sleep I would think about stuff that happened in the fic and I would put myself in there, dreaming of a love story like this one. Your writing is perfect, and I can’t wait to read more from you, you beautiful soul. Thank you for everything!

@witchyavenger Wedding Day (Abel Morales x Reader) - Abel ‘Daddy’ Morales. This one shot made me horny AND sad at the same time. It’s the internal struggle between Abel and the Reader, the way they know it’s wrong, but can’t fight the feelings they have for each other. It ruined me and gave me life.

@youvebeenlivingfictionalreplies An Unspoken Rule series (Will ‘Ironhead’ Miller x Reader) AND the Magnetic series (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - The first series is not a recent work but that doesn’t make it less amazing. I read it in less than 24 hours, I couldn’t put it down. The slow burn made my heart ache throughout the fiction, but it was worth it in the end. / Magnetic is not only the name of the series but also the way I would describe it. After I found it, I couldn’t stop reading. I can’t wait to read more!

@waatermelon-sugaar Take Care of Me (Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x Reader) - This is exactly how I would expect Santiago to behave. This is so hot and steamy, it sent shivers down my spine. I’ve already read it twice, and I think I’ll read it again, you know, for science... 

@moralesispunk Caramel Latte series (Marcus Moreno x Reader) - Marcus Moreno is the sweetest thing and deserves the world. Thank you for realizing my romantic fantasy of meeting the love of my life at a cafe while reading a book. 

@songsformonkeys The Third Wheel series (Javier Peña x Reader) - I’ve read this fiction in one sitting and OMG, so incredibly written and the story is so good it truly deserves to be published as a real book! 

@astroboots Telltale Heart (Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x Reader) - Man, this fic is a wild rollercoaster of emotions. It brought me deep into the story, and it is so well-written, it kinda played like a film inside my head. If Netflix is looking for a Triple Frontier spin-off about Frankie, I’d like to submit astroboots and this fic as the script.

@brandyllyn Doppelgänger (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - The kink I didn’t know I had. I admit I was unsure after reading the summary of the story, but NEVER trust a book by its cover. An AI with the same physical traits as Nathan? That’s such a Nathan move, I’m shocked it wasn’t something included in the film!  This is so Nathan, so hot, so beautifully written, this is everything! 

@frannyzooey Take Me To Church (Din Djarin x Reader Western AU) - I clicked on it for the Hozier reference (I love Hozier with all my heart) and I stayed for the AMAZING story. I read it in like two days as I couldn’t put it down and although it’s an AU, @frannyzooey managed to keep Din Djarin’s traits into the story. Simply beautiful.  

@mxsamwilson One More (Fennec Shand x Reader) - As you said, ‘I just want Fennec to rail me’, and I totally agree. After reading this fic, I needed a minute (or two, or maybe more) to calm down. Please, I need more Fennec content!

[dontsendmebacktojail]

hi, im carls! other names i go by are Barney (also sometimes written as Barn3y), also i would like to disclose that im a minor, not by much, but STILL A MINOR, and just repulsed by a lot of things so yeah

i do art, games, character design, coding, dnd, reading, and writing casually! though i do art and editing as a job. the editing one seems weird cus yknow i type weird but trust me thats just laziness

if you want to search my tumblr for my art, i caption all my art with the hashtag carl art

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my interests are A LOT, so just ask me and its probably a yes. but special interests for me are pokemon (always and forever), digimon, sea life, puppets, and robots/ai/transformers! my interests fluctuate especially when im hyperfixating on something, but those are always there.

Feel free to!:

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[thegirlintheswivelchair]

You Owe Me Ice Cream || P.P.

Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: +6.4K (...I still write a lot)

Summary: You and Peter made a bet. You won, but right now, Peter is really just hoping he’ll get the chance to get that ice cream with you.

Warnings: Lots of angst (with a happy end). Violence, mentions of blood, surgery, near death moments, talk of death and major injury, anxiety, a few swear words, hospitals, but there is fluff around here somewhere. Let me know if I missed anything. (And as always, bad editing)

A/N: Hey, this is the first fight scene with a major injury I’ve written. (Also, it’s my second fic ever, so that too…) So I’m hoping this makes sense and isn’t too disappointing. It does shift tone a lot after the time lapse! Feedback, likes and reblogs are super duper appreciated

(Italics are a flashback)

——

You were on the other side of the alleyway from Peter. The pair of you were sparring with the rather large group of men you had been trailing since the beginning of patrol. They were putting up a good fight, but it seemed like you and Peter had the upper hand.

“Hey Spidey, if we get done here soon enough, that ice cream shop might still be open.” You spoke into your comms swiftly dodging a punch and kicking the legs out from under one of the men surrounding you.

“The one with the gigantic brownie sundaes?” Peter asked in return, glancing over his shoulder at you while simultaneously whipping one of the thugs he had webbed into the wall.

“Yeah, that’s the one! What do you think, whoever takes down more baddies buys?” You offer the bet, feeling confident as you concentrate your powers to your fists to deliver a stunning blow to the next available target. Your fist makes contact with their jaw, bright energy transferring across their face. They drop like a marionette.

“Oh, you’re on, Sparks.” You could hear the smirk in his voice as the two of you began fighting the men circled around you with new enthusiasm.

With fists glowing, you knocked the last man near you unconscious with a particularly nasty right hook. “Ha! That makes five, Spiderman. I think you might be buying.” You quipped, but your attention was immediately drawn to the other antagonists of the night who were focused on Peter. You ran deeper into the alleyway as Peter kept up his assault on the last two men, dodging their advances and throwing his own hits into the mix. Neither of you noticed one of the bodies on the ground stir, taking an odd looking contraption out of his pocket and aiming it at your oncoming figure.

Peter sensed the attack before it happened. Whipping around to warn you, he shouted your name, but it was too late. He saw the poisonous purple light pierce your stomach and throw you against the brick wall of the alleyway. Peter shot out a web, yanked the alien-tech from the attacker, and stuck it to the wall, quickly sending a taser web to stun the man once more.

He dodged the punches from the other thugs, and began sprinting in your direction as you slid down the wall, one arm holding your abdomen. You looked up at him shaking your head in warning and whispered the word “swing.” His enhanced hearing caught the word just in time to launch himself upwards when you summoned the last of your strength to finish the fight. Raising your hand, shining white hot and blinding, you slammed it against the ground. A pulse of energy flew from your fist at the impact sending the remaining thugs flying into the walls opposite you. Each one hit the brick with sickening crunches and crumpled to the ground.

The moment the wave had dissipated, Peter swung and landed next to you. He fell to his knees with his chest heaving. Big white eyes stared at you wide and panicked as he looked to the quickly darkening patch on your suit. Karen, his AI, was speaking to him, telling him about the injury you had sustained and the state of your vitals. Neither were good. You needed immediate medical attention or—He couldn’t finish the thought. He wouldn’t. He reached out to you, cupping your masked face with shaking hands. You looked up at him with pain in your eyes.

“Shit, Spidey. I’m so—I’m so sorry. I didn’t see the guy was waking up. I should—I should’ve—“ Your words were punctuated with your gasping pants as the adrenaline and your wound stopped you from breathing properly. With your free hand you pulled off your mask trying to get air.

“Hey, hey, no, no, no, it’s ok. It’s not your fault. We both thought he was down for the count.” Peter said his thumb rubbing across your cheek. “I gotta get you out of here. We need to get you to Dr. Cho.”

You looked down at your body. “He really—really got me good didn’t he...” Your voice sounded weak as you spoke. Peter noticed your eyes flutter.

“Y/N, keep your eyes open. You gotta stay with me.” Peter’s voice was soft but urgent. On the outside he seemed to have calmed down. He was trying to offer you strength as you struggled against the black that was closing around you. Just below the surface his heart was hammering in his chest. Fear coursed through his veins as his mind scrambled to think how he was going to move you—and to where. He didn’t think he could actually get you to Dr. Cho. The two of you were miles from the tower in the city.

“I’m not going anywhere spider-boy,” You answered weakly, “You owe me ice cream.” Your lips twitched up slightly as you stared at him with heavily lidded eyes.

Peter wanted to smile, but he saw your grip on your stomach loosen. You were losing too much blood. Red warning signs were starting to go off in the periphery of his mask, alerting him to the steadily sinking state of your health.  He needed to act somehow, and fast. He asked Karen about any hospitals, and she said there was an urgent care about 20 blocks north from your location...It would have to do.

Shifting around and getting into position to pick you up, one of his arms moved under your legs and the other stayed cupping your cheek as he said, “I’ll buy you all the ice cream you want after this, but you have to promise me you’ll stay awake, yeah? Now, we really need to get you help, Y/N/N.” You nodded sluggishly, and he moved his hand from your cheek to snake around your torso and lifted you up.

You let out a cry of pain as the movement jostled you. Your free hand came up to grip his shoulder as if to stop him from moving. The sound ripped through Peter, “I know. I know this hurts, but we gotta go. It’s only a mile from here. Just stay with me.” His soft voice broke at the end as he began to run. Whimpers and little cries of pain came from you with each step.

“Peter!” you yelped, “Peter, you have to—to stop!”

“I can’t, you’re bleeding out,” he said, slight panic finally making its way into his voice as he continued his run.

“Peter, please! I’m—I’m…” Your weak voice trailed off and the grip you’d had on Peter’s shoulder fell away to hang loosely at your side.

Peter skidded to a halt when he saw your eyes had shut. His lungs heaved with adrenaline and a new kind of fear that was sending shards of ice through his chest. “No, no, no, no, no! Y/N!” he called out loudly, “Y/N, open your eyes!”

When you still gave no response, he dropped to the ground placing you on his lap. He was cradling you against his chest with one arm and the other going to place new pressure on your wound. “Y/N! Come on, wake up!” He pleaded.

Focused on repeating his plea over and over as you laid unresponsive, he didn’t even realize Karen’s voice of warning had been replaced by another.

“Kid! Hey! Underoos!” A slightly gruff voice broke through Peter’s growing haze of hysteria.

His head snapped up, as if looking for the location of the voice. “Mr.—Mr. Stark?” he stuttered.

Tony spoke quickly through Peter’s comms, “Underoos, what the hell is going on? Friday’s alarm for Y/N’s vitals is going off. Kid, her stats are plummeting—“

“Mr. Stark! Y/N, she—she got shot by some kind of alien tech. It hit her stomach, and—and now she’s bleeding out. I didn’t—I didn’t see the guy waking up, and now...Oh my God, I can’t—she’s barely breathing.” Peter rushed out, stuttering as the panic was trying to take control. He was looking at your ashen face and hearing your heartbeat weaken slowly, and he didn’t know what to do.

“Peter, I’m on my way. I need you to breath,“ Tony said while a cascade of small metallic clinks could be heard over the comms, no doubt it was his nano-tech suit surrounding his body.

“But Mr. Stark, you’re not supposed to—“

“I can, and I will. She needs help. I’ll be there in five,” Tony said firmly.

Peter looked down at you, not answering his mentor. His hand was still pressed to your wound, and his chest pinched as he watched a dark stain transfer to his hand as he held you. “Please, Y/N/N… please stay with me…” he croaked leaning his forehead on yours.

He kept cradling you, listening to your heartbeat, and wishing with all he was that it would keep beating. Finally, he heard the sounds of thrusters and a low clank of metal hitting the ground.

Whipping his head in the direction of the iron suit, his grip tightened around you. “She’s—her heart...” His voice broke as he stared at the red and gold figure.

Tony, inside the suit, stepped closer answering quickly, “I know, Pete. I need to take her, so we can give her a fighting chance.” The suit whirred as he knelt in front of Peter's and your hunched figures, arms extending in an invitation for Peter to place your body into his care.

Peter hesitated, realizing this might be the last time he’d hear your heartbeat ever again. “I can’t lose her.” Peter’s voice was so small as he looked up at the Iron Man mask with his own bright white eyes. They seemed to plead with the retired superhero to make a miracle happen.

Tony spoke softly, “Then let’s go. Come on.” His hands gestured for your body.

Peter shifted your weight in his arms and gently laid you down in the arms of the iron suit. Immediately, Tony stood up, nodded to Peter, and launched himself into the sky rocketing in the direction of the tower.

Without missing a beat, Peter shot out a web and started to swing and follow your fleeting figure.

——

Peter’s whole body was screaming with fatigue as he finally made it to the tower. Clambering through the window Tony kept open for him, he practically fell on his face, but strong arms caught him and set him on his feet. Peter ripped off his mask, and looked up meeting Steve’s eyes. His brown eyes searched the blond’s face for any sign of how you were doing. “Y/N, is she—“ He broke off, not sure how to end that question. “I—I need to see her,” He breathed, trying to move from Steve’s grip, urged forward by his singular focus of making sure you were ok.

Steve’s grip only got stronger around Peter’s shoulders stopping him from rushing into the medical wing. “They’re still working on her, Peter. You won’t be allowed to see her.”

“But is she ok? Is—is she going to be ok?”

Steve looked into the young man’s eyes, brows pinched together, “They aren’t sure. She’s in critical condition, but they said there’s a chance she’ll make it through.”

Closing his eyes for a moment, Peter whispered, “there’s a chance…” He set his jaw and nodded like he was solidifying his resolve not to freak out. You had a chance, and the thought lit a spark of hope at his core, and he was going to cling to it like a lifeline.

——

Peter was officially coming undone at the seams. For the last two hours he had seen nurses rushing in and out of the operating wing, some with extra gauze and others carrying new bags of blood. No one paused or came in with new information, and the lack of news was driving him crazy. His hair was sticking up in every direction now having been finger-combed and tugged on countless times. His eyes were burning holes into the ground when he wasn’t looking at the doors the medical team was frequenting. An anxious energy spilled from his body as he paced and bounced on his feet.

A few of the other team members who had trickled in to wait for news about you sat watching him move back and forth, unsure of how to comfort him. Tony had given up trying to get him to calm down an hour ago when he had gotten Peter to try and sit down only for him to fidget and jiggle his legs until Peter felt like he would explode from the anxiety and trapped emotions that were sizzling under the surface. Peter had jumped up the moment he saw a nurse come through the doors, but immediately groaned in frustration as the man had kept moving past the door. Spinning on his heel, he continued his pacing. Tony, seeing it was what helped distract him, let Peter resume pacing—even if it was making his own skin crawl. Anyone who tried to talk to Peter, or even tell him to change out of his suit was met with silence and an intense stare that told them to back off.

Another hour passed, and it didn’t matter how much he moved, how much he paced and tried to zone everything out, he was going to snap soon if he didn’t get an update. He was contemplating charging through the doors that led to where you were being operated on and demanding information, but he knew that wasn’t going to help anyone, especially you.

You—his partner in crime and in battle, the person he turned to when he needed a good hug or a laugh, the friend that challenged him and inspired him. You—the woman that was fierce, good, and beautiful. You—the one who had slowly taken root in his heart, the one he never wanted to let go of—were hanging on to life by a thread, all because he didn’t notice a thug waking up.

He should have been able to stop the attack or warn you faster. If you died…

The thought was enough to stop his breathing and still his movement—something he barely noticed as his mind was starting to crumble under the stress. He felt a gentle hand touch his shoulder. Immediately tensing up, he turned toward the intruder ready to lash out, but was met with familiar hazel eyes and his body language softened at the sight of his friend. Her hand came up to cup his cheek. “Breath, Peter,” she said quietly.

“Wanda…” Peter whispered as he tried to take a breath in.

“Just breath. Take a deep breath with me.” The hand on his cheek moved to his chest, and she breathed deeply while looking into his eyes. He followed her breath letting her presence ground him.

“Wanda...what if she doesn’t—” Peter murmured biting his bottom lip to stop it from trembling.

“Don’t give those words power, Peter,” She said, cutting him off with her accent coming out strongly. Peter saw the worry around her eyes and realized she was saying this not only for him but for herself too. Wanda loved you. He knew losing you would be devastating for her.

Peter pulled Wanda into a bone crushing hug wanting to offer her comfort, and some kind of apology for everything that was happening, and he just really freaking needed a hug right now. She wrapped her arms around him, and they stayed that way just silently offering each other strength.

They didn’t break apart until they heard a small clearing of the throat coming from the door of the waiting room. Peter’s head snapped up, and moved to give his full attention to Dr. Cho.

“Do—Do you have news? How is she? Is she ok? Please tell me she’s ok.” Peter rushed out, eyes pleading with the woman.

She looked tired, but her face and body language didn’t suggest the news she had was bad. Instead, with a sigh that seemed relieved, she offered the room full of waiting Avengers a small smile as she said, “Y/N made it through the surgery, and should make a full recovery.” All around the room, mutterings of ‘thank God’ and huge sighs of relief were heard as Dr. Cho continued, ”You can go see her. She is in the room at the end of the hall recovering, but with her injuries being as bad as they were, we are keeping her sedated for the night to—”

Peter didn’t listen to the last part of what the doctor said. As soon as she had said you were going to make it, he had rushed passed her through the door and was running down the hallway looking into each room until he saw you in the room at the end. You were pale and wires were hooked up to you everywhere. An oxygen tube was placed under your nose, and an IV ran from your hand leading to drip bags. The room was filled with electrical noises and beeps, but all Peter could hear was your heartbeat. Your beautiful, strong, living heartbeat.

Peter rushed into the room and stopped at the head of your bed. Reaching out with a shaking hand, he ran the pads of his fingertips lightly over the side of your face gently trailing down your jaw line and coming back to delicately caress your cheek. You were warm to the touch, and honestly, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever felt something more wonderful.

Suddenly, the world blurred, and he sucked in a violent breath of air. A sob broke from his mouth as he collapsed into the chair by the bed. The relief and the overwhelming release of all the emotions he had been keeping at bay that night were flooding out of his body with each sob. His hand found yours and he held onto it like his life depended on it. In his head, he could only think one thing:

She’s alive, She’s alive, She’s alive…

——

2 Months later

Right now, Peter had butterflies in his stomach so severe he was sure he was going to barf. He was sitting in the living room of the Avengers compound bouncing his legs and tapping his fingers in an attempt to relieve any of the nervousness that was churning in his stomach. It really wasn’t helping, so he tried to distract himself by picking up his phone to look at it for a few minutes, but then he didn’t want to miss you coming in, so he put it down, and turned his head towards the entrance of the hallway he knew you were going to be coming through. But then as he over thought that, he realized it might be weird to just stare until you came, so he went back to staring through the window. Except that didn’t distract him enough from his nerves, so he went back to trying the phone again. 

It became a cycle, and by the fourth round of Peter doing this, and the added leg bounce shaking the couch, Nat finally shut her book with a loud thud and stared at the nervous guy on the other side of the couch. “Peter.” She said in a flat voice.

He was scrolling on his phone again, and didn’t notice her call him.

“Peter.” She tried again. 

Nothing.

Rolling her eyes, she picked up the pillow next to her and chucked it at him. It hit him in the head.

“Hey! What was that for?” He questioned a little annoyed as his hand went up to his hair to make sure it didn’t get messed up. 

“You’re shaking the couch, and I can tell you’re nervous. What’s going on?” She asked evenly.

Peter’s cheeks and tips of his ears flushed a light shade of pink, at her observation. “Oh sorry,” He mumbled, his legs stopping for the moment. “It’s nothing. Just waiting for Y/N to go get ice cream.”

Nat just stared at him for a moment, her eyes doing their usual cool assessment, until the corner of her lips quirked up in a small knowing smile. “You hang out all the time? What’s different about today?” She asked.

His nerves turned into insecurity quickly as he looked at her. It wasn’t that he couldn’t trust Natasha, she’d been his confidant before. He might even say their relationship had grown into some kind of friendship with the long hours of training and missions they had done together, but this was different. He had barely admitted to himself the thing that was making his heart pound and his palms sweat, let alone anyone else.

See, it had been 8 weeks since your near fatal accident. The one where Peter hadn’t known if you would make it for a better part of 7 hours. It had been some of the worst hours of his life, and he’d had plenty of terrible hours. He still wanted to cry every time he pictured your body lying limply in his arms barely breathing. He had been so scared to lose you. 

Between that night and now, Peter had thought a lot about why he’d been so scared. Sure, you were one of his best friends, and yes to lose any of his teammates would be devastating, and ok the situation is traumatic and heartbreaking even if you had been a stranger, but he’d felt a very specific fear that day. It reminded him of the fear he had felt the day his uncle died, and the day he saw Tony burnt and broken after the snap. In fact, he realized in all three situations, it had been the same exact fear. It was the kind of fear that didn’t just plant itself in the chest and make it hard to breath. It was the kind that rooted itself in the soul, making one’s whole being want to scream. It was the kind that anticipated pain, but not of a broken heart. No, this fear knew that if the worst happened the heart would be shattered and never whole again. That was the fear that had raced through Peter’s veins the night you’d gotten hurt.

But in usual Peter fashion, he hadn’t understood why the same fear connected you to these other events in his life until about a week ago. That was when Peter had, what he says, a ridiculously cheesy lightbulb moment. It was during a game night with the rest of the team. 

For some reason, the team had landed on Dance Dance Revolution for the night’s entertainment—much to your chagrin. You were being a good sport about it, until the betting part of the night began. Then your competitive side had no choice but to come out. Bets for using someone’s cool new fighting toy, doing someone’s laundry or their paperwork for a given amount of time, sacrificing a favorite food for another person, or simply just lots of cash began circling between the team. 

You’d won and lost a couple rounds with Wanda and Sam, and were currently rolling your eyes at Sam who was circling you in a victory dance. You turned to Peter, and just by the look in your eyes, he knew he was your next challenge. You jutted your chin at him like the “cool kid” you were, making him laugh, and said you could do better than he could. 

“What do you think, Spidey?”

“What do I think? I think I can win this,” He said a bit cockily, teasing you with his confidence. “But what do I get when I win, Sparks?” He asked using the nickname he’d given you. 

“Oh please, this is clearly going to end with me winning.” You shot back before pausing to look at him thoughtfully, “What’s it worth to you?”

Peter smiled a little darkly before humming in thought, “How about, if I win, you have to clean up my web fluid station for a week?”

You grimaced, “Ugh, you always leave the worst mess when you’re experimenting.”

“Yup,” He said, not losing the teasing smile. “And I’ve been thinking of some ways of tweaking it lately. So, I’m sure there will be—” 

“Ok! Ok! Deal, I’ll clean up your mess if you win,” you huffed cutting him off, “But if I win,” You pointing your finger at him with your eyes shining, “you finally have to watch the Pride and Prejudice mini series with me!” You exclaimed a big smile coming over your face.

“What? No! I can’t listen to old fashioned talking for that long!” He cried.

“Oh don’t be such a baby, it’s so worth it! Come on, Pete. Do we have a deal?” You asked.

“More than 6 hours of old fashioned drama for a single DDR dance?” Peter sighed dramatically, “Fine.” He held out his hand as he added, “Hope you're ready to deal with a web-filled disaster for a week.” 

“Please,” you scoffed while taking his hand, “Popcorn and hours of Colin Firth is where this is headed,” and just to mess with him you let some of your power flow through your hand, shocking him.

“Ow! Hey, no powers!” He whined as he rubbed his hand. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Spidey. You ready to get creamed on the dance floor?” You said, a competitive smile spread over your face as you stepped up to the dance space.

Soon enough the two of you were dancing, laughing and throwing some truly childish shade at each other. At one point, Peter had looked over at you and felt something starting to bloom in his chest. It filled him with a warmth that didn’t have anything to do with the physical exertion of dancing. You were laughing and your eyes were bright, and he just felt overwhelmed by the thought of you being alive next to him. He had had so many of these moments over the last two months that just reminded him of how much you meant to him. How thankful he was you were alive, and it wasn’t helping that each time he looked over, the feeling in his chest got stronger. It was all he could do to not tackle you in a hug. 

Once it was over and he had won—fair and square he might add—you had decided to pout over losing to him, and made your way over to sit by Nat and Wanda. You looked back at him and stuck your tongue out, making him laugh. You really were one of his favorite people...then, for some reason, that’s when the feeling in his chest seemed to explode, and it all made sense. 

He loved you. 

He loved you so much, he stopped breathing for a second.

All the pieces started to fall into place. His fear that horrible night, holding you in his arms and hearing your heartbeat weaken slowly, had been like the day his uncle died or with Tony, because he loved you. He had been petrified, knowing to his very core he’d never be quite whole again if he lost you.

He also knew he needed to tell you. If that night had taught him anything, it was that he was not going to waste a second of time with you. 

Which is why Peter was now sitting in the living room, acting like a nervous wreck, and hoping that he doesn’t actually puke due to nerves. 

He had decided when the two of you made plans to get ice cream together, he would tell you then. Except, he didn’t actually know how you felt about him. He knew you liked him, but could it ever be as more than a friend? It wasn’t something he had ever thought of. It certainly wasn’t something the two of you had ever talked about. So, he was freaking out that he was about to tell you something that would alter your whole relationship for better or for worse.

Nat was still sitting patiently waiting for Peter to speak. He had turned his head away and had seemed to have gotten lost in thought. His leg had started jiggling up and down again, so she reached over and put a hand on his knee. It stilled and he looked at her. This time, her eyes held more softness as she asked again, “Peter, what’s wrong?”

His worried eyes looked back at her. “I’m gonna tell Y/N, I love her…” He whispered cheeks going pinker than before.

Nat’s eyebrows rose in surprise, “I didn’t know you two had made it official.”

The statement caught Peter off guard. “What do you mean?”

Nat looked at him for a second, “Are you two not dating?”

“Oh, uh no. No, we’re not.” He mumbled looking down at the ground.

“But you still want to tell her you love her?” 

Peter took a big steadying breath, “She almost died that night,” He started quietly, “I still can’t get the thought of losing her out of my head. I was so scared that night, and I don’t know if I’ve ever been more relieved than when I found out she was going to be ok.

“Now, everytime I see her, I just want to be around her all the time. I don’t want to miss a moment of life with her, you know? And at first I thought that was normal after something like that night happened, but I don’t think it is. That’s when I realized it’s because I love her, and I feel like I need to tell her...I just don’t know what to expect when I do.” He finished and looked up at Nat, his tone just as quiet as it had been when he started. 

She stared back at him with a small smile that told Peter she knew something he didn’t, “Tell her what you just told me, and you don’t have to worry about it going badly.”

“How do you—” He was cut off when he heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

Peter jumped up from the couch, butterflies raging in his stomach again as he looked towards the hallway’s entrance. Nat smirked and got up from the couch, leaving the room to give Peter and you privacy. 

When you rounded the corner, your eyes met his and a large smile spread across your face. Just looking at the way your eyes lit up made the butterflies in Peter’s stomach burst into flames as a new heat radiated through him. How could you be so beautiful?

“Hey, Pete! You ready for the world’s biggest brownie sundae?” You asked brightly as you made your way over to him.

“Uh, yea-yeah, I’m so ready. Couldn’t be more ready.” Peter stuttered out.

Your smile faltered slightly as you looked at him. “You, ok?” You asked lightly.

“Yeah, totally!” He said, mentally cursing how his voice came out higher than normal. He was hoping you wouldn’t notice, but of course, you did.

“Are you sure? Cuz we can get ice cream a different day.” You offered, this time placing your hand on his arm to reassure him it was ok to cancel.

The heat in his cheeks grew even more, and Peter hoped he didn’t look like a tomato. He really needed to calm down.

He took a deep breath and cleared his throat, “No, really, I’m ok. I still want to get ice cream.” 

You didn’t push him, just gave him one more searching look that Peter hoped wouldn’t see too much. He knew how well you could read him. 

You must have decided he would talk to you when he was ready because you nodded and looped your arm through his, and started to head for the door. “Ok, then let's go! I cannot wait to see how massive the brownie sundae actually is. MJ told me they give you an entire can of whipped cream, which sounds like heaven.” You rambled as the two of you made your way out.

On the way there, Peter was quiet for most of the ride into the City leaving you to do most of the talking while he listened. When you did let silence fall, it was filled with a kind of awkwardness and strain that was foreign in your relationship. He felt you throwing him glances from time to time, concern clearly present whenever you did. 

It wasn’t until you were just walking up to the ice cream parlor that you finally tugged on his arm to stop him.

“Pete?” You called softly.

He turned to look at you while casually saying, “What’s up?” He was trying to play it cool, even though he knew full well what you were about to ask.

“I know there’s something bothering you. What’s going on?”

Peter’s heart rate picked up slightly. He couldn’t tell you here, not randomly on the sidewalk, shouldn’t it have some romantic build up? He tried again to brush it off, “Nothing, come on. We need to get those sundaes!” He said, a little too energetic while turning to head to the door. He felt your hand slip off his arm. 

Once he got to the entrance of the ice cream shop, he looked back and saw you hadn’t moved. The look of genuine concern on your face told him you weren’t buying his act. 

He knew you weren’t going to push him to say anything. If he really wanted to he could ask you to drop it and you would, but something about doing that sat wrong with him.

The butterflies came back in full force as he realized this was the moment. He took a breath to steady himself, and shakily made his way over to you. His body buzzed with nerves. 

Looking at him as he made his way back in front of you, you seemed to notice the tells of his newly amped nerves which only increased the worry in your eyes. “Peter—” You started to say while raising your hands towards him, but Peter cut you off while grabbing your hands in his.

“I’m ok. I promise. I—I’m just nervous,” He gave you a very small smile. 

Confusion added itself to your concerned features as you asked, “Why?”

Peter looked down at your joined hands, “Because...Because I need to tell you something, but I’m really scared to do it.” He looked back up at you and his heart tugged in his chest as he met your y/e/c eyes. They had softened and held a warmth that he felt spreading through him, soothing his nerves just enough to breath.

“You can tell me anything, Pete. Nothing's going to scare me away. Not from you,” You spoke softly, squeezing his hands in encouragement.

A sweet smile started to make its way across his face as he stared at you, and soon he was lost in your eyes, in the sound of your heartbeat, and that familiar overwhelming sense of love for you flooded through him. Without thinking he breathed out, “I love you.”

Your eyebrows shot up, your eyes widened, and your smile dropped into a look of shock. If it hadn’t made his heart sink to his stomach Peter might have thought your face was comical. Instead, he started to panic as he watched your whole body freeze.

“Bu-but i-it’s ok if you don’t love me back!” He blurted out, which snapped you out of your shock enough to cut in before he continued talking.

“What? No, I—why wouldn’t I love you back?” You stuttered out.

It was Peter’s turn to freeze. Was there actually a chance you loved him back? His heart skipped a beat at the idea. He swallowed as he whispered, “Do you?”

You brought his hands up in yours and hugged them to your chest forcing him to come closer to you. Just inches apart, a soft sweet smile slowly spread across your face as you said, “Of course I do.”

Peter might have said the sun had exploded in his chest with how strongly the happiness spread through his body. The smile that made its way onto his face almost hurt it was so big. “Really? Y-You love me?” 

“I really really do, Peter.” You said smiling just as big as him now.

He let go of your hands and picked you up to spin you around. You squealed at the suddenness, and the two of you giggled when he set you back down. 

Your arms were around his neck now, hands playing with curls on the back of his head. You both stared at each other for a while, basking in this new euphoric feeling, until he noticed your stare flitting to his lips. Ever so subtly your head moved towards him and your lips brushed his in a tentative kiss before pulling back to make sure it was ok. Peter answered by crashing his lips into yours. 

You were new to each other so the kiss was slow and patient, and filled with what felt like a lifetime of emotions. He couldn’t believe how right this felt as he held you close. You tasted like peppermint, and your lips were soft against his. He really didn’t want the kiss to end, but eventually you broke away. 

He leaned his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. 

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too.” You answered, brushing his nose with yours.

Suddenly, the ice cream parlor’s door swung open aggressively, causing the store’s bell to ring loudly. The two of you jumped apart at the sudden noise, and turned to see two kids running out of the building, giggling loudly with chocolate ice cream smeared over their faces. You smiled at them, and turned back to Peter.

“I think you still owe me a brownie sundae,” You said coyly. 

Peter chuckled and held out his hand for you to take, “One giant brownie sundae coming up.”

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I was tagged by @makesiteasier​! Thank you so much, it means a lot!! (stuff from @hillbillydraws, me art blog, is also on here)

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 8 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!

I was labelling these with pairings then realized they are all Andy/Eddie lmao

The Church of Saint Andrew (Fic) A romp through history where an immortal Eddie has to deal with a constantly reincarnating Andy, who doesn’t remember him each time. It’s been a lot of fun (still is!) to write and the response to it has been pretty fucking awesome, ngl.

What Happens in Melbourne, Stays in Melbourne (18+ Fic) A prompt fill about Eddie’s long history of being queer in the marines, and Andy’s non-existent history of being queer anywhere. It’s nice to write something raunchy and cute... probably the gayest my writing’s gotten (thus far).

1943 (Comic) You can pry Jewish!Andrew Haldane from my cold dead hands. I haven’t done Hanukkah art for 2+ years so I’m really proud of this one.

First Priority (Fic) I just started this and it’s so dumb... It’s a short Aliens-style AU where Andy is a spaceship AI/android and Eddie’s an engineer in love.

The Ruin of One Eugene Sledge (18+ Fic) The legendary threesome I threatened to write years ago of Andy/Eddie/Eugene. Blame @theblossomknows​‘s encouragement. Will be finished soon, I swear!

Should’ve Saved it for Your Billet, Boys (Fanart) Busted my ass on the lighting for this but it reminded me that I can draw even after getting real rusty at it!

The Ending They Deserved (Fanart) Andy and Eddie getting married in their dress blues and one of the few paintings I’ve ever posted.

I Hope You Stay a While (Gif set) I’ve made a lot of shit for When it Rains, it Pours, but this one’s probably the best. I will finish that fic in 2021 so help me, it’s the best thing I’ve ever written.

Bonus: There was more here and here than expected, I produced more shit than I thought!

Tagging: @welchh​, @peachessir​, @ammunitionist​, @theblossomknows​, @ktredshoes​, @basilone​, @mercurygray​, @dadtron-3000​, @deadbrave​ (you got one day left before 2021, good luck, I’m a pain)

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Ed’s Borderlands Fics Masterpost

well finally

here is the masterpost of all of my Borderlands fics posted. most of them are Rhysothy focused to various AUs. I’m gonna update it as I post more but here it is, along with some of my commentary

right from the start big big BIG shoutout to @spoks-illogical-art​, my partner in crime, my biggest inspo, without them honestly most of these fics wouldn’t exist, please check out their amazing art <3

(latest edit - 21/02/2021)

Atlas AU - our main timeline, follows events of Moxxi’s Heist. lots of different concepts and ideas but the core really is Tim moving to Promethea to get help from Rhys. gonna sort em here with posting date, check the ao3 series for the “timeline”

Hypothetically - 2240 words summary: Rhys talks a lot, but usually thinks about it too little.

coffee, cats & monographs - 2880 words summary: “Hey hey, easy. You don’t want to repeat the accident from last week, do you?” Rhys cooed towards the cat and picked her up, just as Timothy instructed him to. Hearing these words, Felicity meowed. “Oh, don’t say that. This is my office and I have the power here,” he answered, carrying her back to his personal space.

Or Timothy's cat pays a visit to Rhys' office in the morning. note: I am a stupid mofo and at this point Tim would also have Loader Bot fkjbfd just imagine hes not mentioned cause hes wandering off, typical LB

Have Faith - 1470 words summary: During the 7 year lockdown at the Handsome Jackpot, Timothy couldn't really have any hope for himself. But maybe on Promethea it could be different. note: sudden feelings while watching JoltzDude139′s stream

Warm Cheeks, Cold Hands - 1170 words summary: Rhys comes home early and wants to say hi to his husband. With no ulterior motive. None at all. note: first fic Ive ever posted where characters are married, actually. fuck it, Rhysothy Real, his name is Rhys Lawrence

the battle (and the aftermath) of the ages - 2970 words summary: In a situation like this everything was possible, they could pull any punches they could think of. Four beasts playing against each other, every single one of them thinking of striking the winning blow.

Or Promethea Squad plays UNO. And then watches a movie. note: I love Promethea Squad with my whole heart

okurimono (贈り物) - 4/4, 17170 words summary: “Not a bomb. Just a device with a message for Rhys. Trust me on that,” this time an emoji of both winking and showing off a tongue [;P] appeared on the surface of Zer0’s helmet. Ah. So they were definitely trying to mess him up. In a way. Unfortunately, he really didn’t have any other options. Almost with a defeat, Timothy took the ECHOrecorder right from their hands and looked around it again. Or Zer0 gives Timothy a peculiar mission. note: my first ever multichapter fic. took me legit abt 8 months to finish but I am absolutely satisfied with this. also the bonus ending. yes

(there is) something I see in you - 8690 words summary: How one Rhys Strongfork met one Timothy Lawrence and how they fell for each other. More or less. note: best to go into this one blind, I swear. dumbest fic Ive ever written and please take this as a recommendation

this world is gonna pull through - 14380 words summary: Timothy really hoped it wasn’t anything important. He had that tendency to forget things easily, even if he tried to fight it. But Rhys kept on smiling and went by his side. So it couldn’t have been that bad. Still dumbfounded, he felt Rhys leaving a kiss right on his cheek.“November 11th? 

That- That seriously doesn’t ring any bells?” Rhys continued, brushing his hands against his shoulders. Or how Timothy spent one of his birthdays. note: also a love letter for Tim but a nicer one I guess kdjfnb dont ask how old is he i have no gdamn idea man

Strawberry Sweet - 3560 words summary: Rhys surprises Timothy with a gift for their date night in.

Happy Mercenary Day, Mr. Lawrence - 4670 words summary: How Timothy spent his first Mercenary Day on Promethea. note: I swear this is the best writer night Ive ever had. Ive written this whole thing in one night on Christmas day, solely on the inspo of that song I linked

Don’t Go Wasting Your Emotion - 4/4, 17080 words summary:  Afterwards, he went around with his usual duties. Getting a quick roundabout from his PA, checking several sectors himself and looking through the thousands of messages already sent to him via ECHOs. Rhys was ready to finally take on the day, yet when he made his way to the office, he saw the unusual envelope right by the edge of his desk. “For Rhys” was written on it. Straightforward enough. Or Rhys gets a letter from a secret admirer. note: another multichapter fic!! this one also took some time and well. its inspired by ABBA songs. cause only I would write a Rhysothy fic inspired by ABBA

Ratchet Effect - 7130 words summary: Knowing just how much overworked Rhys has been, Timothy wants to let them have a nice getaway in Lazy River Land. There's only one problem to overcome - ratch infestation. note: first fic of 2021!! Ive been playing a lot of bl3 suring the writing of it so it has a lot of stuff I had observed both on Promethea and on Jackpot

Reflections - 2250 words summary: Sometimes, Timothy needs a reminder.

Tales AU - second most important timeline. it’s Tales but Tim is a part of the group. sorted chronologically

A Story For Another Day - ongoing, for now -  2/25, 15280 words Tales AU main fic. it’s gonna be a big one

Connection Interrupted - 3240 words summary: With his driving shift finished, Timothy checks up on Rhys and Vaughn's plans.

Completely Hopeless - 1040 words summary: In which Fiona notices that Rhys behaves differently in front of a certain doppelganger.

infinity times infinity times infinity - 3460 words summary: Rhys and Timothy share some dreams and secrets underneath the stars. note: the beautiful combination of Sleeping At Last and Minecraft parodies. I promise it makes sense

reality can be whatever I want - 11420 words summary: “Hey, Tim?” Timothy didn’t even spare him a look, “Are we alone, or is he there with you?” Oh, this definitely won’t be pretty.

After the confession of Handsome Jack's AI in his head and his plan to infiltrate Helios, Rhys needs to set things right with Timothy. Somehow. note: thanosdancing.gif to Backstreet Boys’ “I Want It That Way” 80′s remix and a guest appearance from Ferocity but I cant legally say her name here

still here - 2820 words summary: It all had to go down, after Helios crashed. note: I have...a love/hate relationship with this one kjdfbfg I like it but it’s honestly an alternate ending and doesnt fit within our usual bad ending, so take it with a grain of salt. i ten jebany błąd językowy w summary, kiedy ja go poprawię

together at last - 5590 words summary: It all struck him down in an instant, in this one minute. They were all safe. And they were all alive. Nothing was threatening neither him, nor Timothy, nor Fiona. He could finally breathe out.

They all found each other again. note: I am multitasking most time of my life but I dont relate any other fic to multitasking more than this one. I was honestly doing 10 things at once while writing this dfkjbndf

David AU - this one is a sub AU to Tales AU and the plot is kind of complicated dfjkbfb please check the fic for further explanation

building in curved lines - 22490 words summary: “To be fair, you look terrible. You’re barely standing in one piece and none of your coffees will hold you together for that long,” Lilith paused, seemingly weighing the correct words in her head. “You haven’t really been holding on since… We rescued The Double.” Rhys sighed heavily. Why did she have to be so right about everything. Or how Rhys and Timothy adjust to the reality after the Handsome Jack AI. note: bday gift for Spok, EASILY one of my absolute faves and the longest fic Ive written thus far

outside of AUs - some concepts I play with that are honestly outside any of our concrete timelines/concepts + fics not focused on Rhysothy

Real - 770 words summary: Reconciling with your past is a little easier, when you have someone you love right in your arms. note: first blands fic I’ve ever written. the characterization isn’t really there yet but as a first shot at the game and my kind of “introduction”, I am still satisfied of it

(Un)Familiar Faces - 9620 words summary: Timothy pursed his lips and leaned over the wall a little. He’s had enough of this solitude of closed doppelganger cabinet. Today wasn’t the day for another self-loathing session. Today, he should go off on Helios and do something for himself.

Or Timothy spends the night at a Helios bar. But not as Handsome Jack. And not as Timothy Lawrence either. note: personal favorite of mine, tough love letter to Timothy Lawrence. I have so many fond memories of writing this, including getting drunk out of my mind just like Tim and Rhys here

basics of survival - 2010 words summary: Athena taught Timothy everything he needed to know about survival. Now, it was time to put these skills into use. note: wrote this right before rona outbreak on last day in my dorms. thats all