#there's nothing wrong with a writer not being your cup of tea

[astudyinimagination]

You know what, don't just leave that there. Maybe, instead acting in deliberate bad faith, link the article: https://www.avclub.com/steven-moffat-condemns-ai

Heck, actually, I'm a bit miffed at the AV Club because the half of the subhead is not properly attributed. So I'm just gonna copy-paste the whole thing here because it's short. But before I do that, I'm going to say that, as an actual fangirl of Moffat, I forever have to contend with two things: 1. That he always does a lot of verbal vomit when he gives interviews. To be fair, I'm not sure that I would do that much better in his shoes. 2. That he has a certain sardonic wit that has always translated very poorly in written interviews, wherein writers almost never bother to try to convey his tone. He comes across much better when you can actually hear him speak, and in full context (something that's also rare in written interviews).

Full text of the article below (which includes a link to the origin of the interview, the Radio Times), with commentary from me:

Don’t worry, Whovians—it seems like the Doctor isn’t about to regenerate into a bastardized AI version of himself any time soon. Doctor Who writers Steven Moffat and Russell T Davies recently took on the topic of generative AI in a conversation with Radio Times, and while the former acknowledged that the technology is “fascinating,” he also derided it in the most “Doctor Who writer” verbiage possible. “My son explained it to me. He said, ‘Yes, it can do all these things. It might even get quite good at them. But it takes an immense amount of power to run AI.’ Whereas you can run a human being on sunlight and a vegetable patch,” Moffat said. [See, the first half of the subhead, or article subtitle, is Moffat's son speaking, but the subhead doesn't acknowledge that, which is extremely shoddy journalism on their part.] “Human beings are amazingly cheap, we’re knocking out human beings every day.” Definitely spoken like someone who spends his days writing about anything but. [Definitely spoken like someone with a very sardonic sense of humor, which apparently this writer can't grasp. By the way, the commentary in the article means that it's editorial rather than news, in case you were wondering.]

Still, Moffat does know his human patterns. “Unlike anything else in history, the more we use it, the less good it is,” he continued. “Because the more content that is out there produced by AI, the more it absorbs its own content, and eats its own tail.”

That’s a very astute—and upsetting—prediction, but Moffat and Davies aren’t all doom and gloom. After Davies got a quip in about how “television has run on those principals (absorbing its own content) for a very long time,” Moffat continued: “That’s true, but we occasionally have a new idea. I admit, it doesn’t happen very often, certainly not in my case, but occasionally I have a new idea. But [AI] will never have a new idea. That’s not what it does.”

Davies, for one, doesn’t think the two of them will be replaced any time soon. He’s also far more optimistic about the state of television than some recent reports suggest he maybe should be. The overall number of shows on the air may be steadily decreasing, but the showrunner thinks “the rate of new ideas on television is higher than we ever allow for.” “We always tend to think that things bumble along at a very average level, and the great outliers are here and there,” he continued. “And every month, or every two months—actually, every day, I could find you something brilliant on TV.” [I love his positivity here; it's very Doctorish.]

Hopefully, Doctor Who‘s upcoming Christmas special, titled “Joy To The World,” will be one of those brilliant things. The episode will feature Nicola Coughlan and see the Doctor (Ncuti Gatwa) check into a “time hotel” that allows him to visit every Christmas Day in history. You can watch that adventure on our present Christmas Day, even if you can’t travel back in time.

I’m just going to leave this here

[mrghostrat]

What's some of your favourite scenes in your fics?

there is a special place in heaven for anons like u with questions like these 😍💛

mon horrible cheri: when aziraphale has a full french conversation in front of crowley without knowing crowley is fluent !!!!!!

≪That’s not a no,≫ Justine pointed out. ≪Go on, I won’t tell your headmaster. What’s he like in—≫ ≪We haven’t,≫ Aziraphale interrupted her, beet red. Then, out of nowhere, he glanced back at Crowley and offered him a small, polite smile, completely out of sorts with the conversation being had in front of him. That’s when Crowley realised, as suddenly as the envy evaporated from him: he doesn’t know. His eyes widened with glee behind his shades. He doesn’t know I speak French.

apparently i have a thing for realisations bc i also love in postcards from paris when crowley shows up at aziraphale's door and aziraphale realises who he is 🥺:

Crowley could only watch as Aziraphale’s face journeyed through a dozen flickering expressions. His frown deepened, his eyes narrowed, his chin even tilted ever so slightly up. But then shoulders squared and his lips parted, pinched at the corners until his eyes blew wide, and before he knew it, a similar gust of air was wrenched out of him. Suddenly his eyes were frantic, darting millimetres in every direction, until his shoulders slumped so far back he fell back against the door with an unflattering rattle of the latch. Crowley knew the feeling. He was still engulfed in it. Aziraphale drew another breath and his lips were shaking. His knuckles were white, blending into the pale paper they creased. “Would you care for a cup of tea?” he asked carefully, slowly reaching for the door handle.

it's so sooo hard to pick a favourite moment from flawless bc i genuinely love and am so proud of so many scenes in that one 😤 i think chapter 3 is my favourite, with all the grave dirt and the denial culminating in the "I love you," he realised. then that fuckin phone call at the end of chapter 4 where crowley gets drunk and says it back and i RAAAAARRRR

Down the line, a bottle clinked against a tabletop, sloshing the liquid inside. Crowley gasped for breath. “I love you, angel.” Aziraphale opened his mouth to speak and tasted his stream of tears before he felt them. He wiped his face once, but it only smeared the saline across his skin to make way for another wave. He sat back in his chair and stared at his cold mug through bleary eyes. “I love you too,” he whispered back, devastated by how much he meant it.

and EDITOR'S NOTE!!! another one with loads of faves, like the opening scene of chapter 1, crowley's reaction to aziraphale's Beetle, and especially the gay conversation!!!!! 🫡

“I’m sorry, you just—” He coughed. “You just know all this off the top of your head?” Aziraphale stared at him for longer than he’d care to admit. “I should hope so,” he said slowly. Still, Crowley said nothing. Aziraphale tried again, “I’m… gay?” The words felt so strange to say. Aziraphale hadn’t come out to anyone since… Oh, Lord— ever. He’d never had to come out before. Even his mother, when he ran up to her at eleven years old and said he wanted to ask a date to the school dance, asked him what the boy’s name was. His father disliked him long before either of them knew why, and he’d never once been approached by a woman at a bar with the wrong idea. No one had ever gotten the wrong idea about Aziraphale before. Everyone read him like a book. Except the writer, apparently. “...You’re gay?” Crowley asked, genuinely flabbergasted. “Yes,” Aziraphale breathed back, genuinely flabbergasted.

[victorbutnotreally]

OMG I'M FINALLY FINDING A BLOG WHICH IS MY CUP OF TEA. YOU'RE AWESOMEEEEE

i have an idea but i can't write for shit, so i'll give it to my favorite tumblr writer (which is youuu)

smau where han messages the wrong number and it's some guy from like another country. and they become friends and then han comes to find out that his text pal is actually a celeb he fanboys over.

(bonus points if mn knows han as well)

OMG

A/N: Love that!! Thank you sm for requesting <3 (I can't title things for the life of me, so you can ask for a different title in the replies and I'll change it) French music makes writing so much more fun. warnings: slight swearing blue {} - han purple {} - Mn

{Oh. How nice of this person to wish me a good practice session.

"Is he getting here anytime soon?" Minho's voice echoed through the practice room.

"I'll ask!"

When he opened his phone again to change the number, he saw a familiar figure in the random person's profile picture. Mn Ln. Finally, someone who he can rant about the Mn Ln. }

{ Great. Got my hopes up for nothing }

{ Naturally, Mn wouldn't want his personal number leaked. So he lied. He was surprised at how smooth that was, but hey, it's text. He wanted to know more, though. Is that narcissistic?

He set his coffee mug down on his nightstand and looked a lot more like a contortionist as he continued to text, the risk of spilling coffee being gone now. }

{ Being called the best vocalist ever was certainly not something he expected. He was great, sure, but the best? Not when Freddie Mercury has music out there. But he'll take that compliment.

He was impressed at the fan. 'Achilles, my love" was one of his more niche songs, having been written when he was only 15 when he got completely shattered after reading 'The Song of Achilles' and decided to pour his heart and soul into a song which he released years later.}

{They don't know Mn yet, but who wouldn't like him after listening to Achilles my love? The way Jisung made the members listen to Mn's music was like a little kid making their parents watch Frozen. But the members never complained, the music was really good. Would they roll their eyes when Jisung keeps sending Mn memes into the groupchat? Sure. Did they have certain parts of certain songs memorized because Jisung kept watching his edits on repeat? Oh yes. }

{Mn didn't want his identity leaked. He had to think of a name quick. Chris, as in Bang Chan from Stray Kids was what came to mind. }

At the Paris Fashion Week

{Jisung found a spot away from the cameras and was texting 'Chris'. After a few months of them being 'text pals', he was pretty fond of the random citizen. But despite the sheer amount of songs, pictures, and videos he's sent of Mn, 'Chris' was never as obsessed with him as Jisung was.}

{Holding a glass of champagne in his hand and dearly missing his coffee, Mn who was decked head to toe in Hermes, makes his way over to the figure he recognized as Han Jisung of Stray Kids. How he loved that band. He was listening to Han's song 'Volcano' on the way there. As he goes to talk to him, his eyes caught onto the rapper's phone screen. And by instinct, he accidentally read a few texts. Texts that were from him. He wanted to tell Jisung, but how?}

"Hi! Huge fan, Jisung.." Jisung's eyes widened as he shoved his phone into his pocket and extended his hand for a handshake. It was his first time seeing his favorite singer in real life.

"Oh my god...you..sorry, I'm just flustered all of a sudden. I'm your biggest fan, really."

"I appreciate it. We should collab someday." "Yes!!" Was that too loud? No, right?

Mn was endeared by the enthusiasm. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and unlocked it.

"Care for a selfie?"

"I'd love to.." Jisung tried keeping his voice from sounding too loud and excited as he smiled beautifully in the selfie he took with the singer. He took one on his phone as well, along with a photo of just Mn, not being able to resist the opportunity.

A/N: I'm ending so abruptly since I have really bad writer's block rn and I didn't even know how I posted this much. If you have any ideas on how Jisung finds out he's been texting Mn all this time, then let me know in the replies or send a DM.

[deaconusdelirium]

Simon Headcannons

- now just for yall out there, this is my take on mean Simon, so no hands or anything to any other writers 🫶 -

———

•Simon knows he’s not the best lover to have, and he even warned you that he isn’t anyone’s cup of tea especially for pretty young things. He’d rather have someone who is financially stable, knows how to navigate life and knows how to do things yourself. It saves him the time and his patience. But still, if you pushed to date him, then so be it. He’s told you once and he won’t repeat himself

•Simon who can hold a conversation with people without being a total ass. He knows people are just naturally hesitant about his size and looks. And no, he won’t be mean to anyone who asks a simple question. Except if it’s a dumb question then he’s gonna say something

•Simon who brings home military training because it’s the norm for him. He told you his job and what he does and he trusts (expects) you to remember what rank and position he holds and how it makes him act. He’ll tell you he very rarely comes home, so there’s no warm cozy home for you to decorate. He lives on base and he lives at work, two birds one stone. What does he need an apartment in Manchester for?

•Simon who does not like to cuddle- at all. He’ll let you play a lovely civy life with him, as long as you don’t expect him to drop his personal space and boundaries. He can’t help it, all people live differently. He likes the bed warm, obviously not cold, but if you try to cling to him. He’s telling you to scoot back and he stays on his side. And if you’re one of those people who take up the whole bed, he’s staying towards the edge, he’s throwing your hand that’s in his space back towards you. And if you keep moving as such (which isn’t your fault btw) he’ll up and leave. Sleeping on the couch- or even the floor

•Simon who won’t follow you to the restroom. And no, he won’t wake up when you move just the slightest. He actually sleeps, like every other person does and has to. He knows sleep is important, especially in the military. Whether it’s a few minutes or hours. He’s out. You can talk on the phone with your friends or whoever and he won’t wake up. You can shake him a bit but if actually full on grab his arm or anything, he’s grabbing your wrist. And if you do however make a lot of noise and sees you not there but the bathroom light on. He’s going right back to sleep, lord knows he wouldn’t like you on his tail when he’s using the restroom. Respect his privacy and he’ll respect yours

•Simon who’s not grumpy and mean all the time. He’ll crack jokes, you just have to really understand and get behind his dark and dry humor. If anything, tell a really good joke and he’ll laugh. He’s just like every other man. He’ll loosen up but not enough to make a fool of himself

•Simon who has manners, he knows the military doesn’t care if you say thank you or your welcome. If you do as told and stay quiet, then you’re alright. But he knows civy life is different, if you cook, make or bake, he’s saying his thank you’s and telling you it’s good. What he won’t do, is pull you into his lap and make you sit there while he eats. He finds it awkward and a little uncomfortable. He eats fast, so if you’re expecting him to take his time and actually talk to you. You’re wrong, you can ask and he’ll take it into suggestion. But there’s no guarantees. When he eats, he eats, and again, it’s the norm for him

•Simon who won’t hand you his card and tell you to go ham, instead, you can ask for money. If you’re married that’s a different story, he’ll ask what it is and if you really need it. He’ll let you slide off the hook a few times but nothing too crazy or over the top. Now the marriage part, i think it would be pretty impossible to marry him considering how he’s self aware and tries to help you keep your self esteem high and your self worth even higher. He tells you that he’s not going to make a good husband- he’s not going to come home all the time when he’s at base. He won’t make an effort and go all out just to show you he loves you. Instead, he’ll try and get you to leave him. But easier said than done

•Simon who will sleep with you, if you want. My guess is he’d rather sleep his needs off than act on it if he has the time. If not, he’ll rub one out. If you fully offer yourself to him, don’t get upset that he goes somewhere private to alleviate his stress rather than come to you. He’s still getting use to staying with you. Either that, or he just forgot. If you do however manage to get him to sleep with you. He’s just going with the flow, doesn’t really want anything rough, if you ask him to go harder than he will…. Just not anything animalistic. He’s quiet rather than degrading, he doesn’t choke you, doesn’t spank you. He’d rather have plain vanilla sex without anything too crazy

•Simon who would still love you, maybe a little more than when he first started talking to you. But that’s what “falling in love with you more and more everyday” means to him. He shows you his love in his own way. Always lets you know he appreciates whatever it is that you do for him even though he can do things himself. He’ll take you out for dinner, nothing fancy to where he’ll dress in a suit or tie but nothing where he’ll wear his pajamas. Just a nice casual dinner.

———

sleeping on the floor is S tier btw

[2truehearts]

✦ — BUT DARLING, YOU ARE THE ONLY EXCEPTION.

✦ CHARACTER/S︰ijekiel alpheus & lucas from wmmap (who made me a princess).

✦ SYNOPSIS︰love can bloom and burn in any heart at the first sunlit-brindled brief—whether it be bounded by duty, ice, or disbelief; as long as that epitome of affection is you, they suppose they can make an exception and make some space—or in which they fall in-love with you first glance and sight.

✦ CONTENT WARNING/S︰nothing other than one swear word (fuck), & the general fluff and infatuation (from the character/s) + everything is proofread with the wc 200 - 300 each.

✦ A/N︰making my debut as a manhwa writer on main is not the ideal move but idk where to post it okay (side eyes the 2367838 sideblogs under this one/silly (also the title is inspired by "the only exception" by paramore <3 it's bleeping awesome go and give it a listen!!))

IJEKIEL IS NOT ONE TO FALL IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT, to have his world still for a few seconds while his heart overrides and blood races to the forefront of his cheeks—but dear heavens, were you the only exception to that rule bound by duty and a planned future in his chest. you surely weren’t the epitome of grace or as enchanting as the gods, but to him you were enough—more, than enough, truly.

he first met you in an arrangement of his father and your parents from your vague childhood—but oh, how he remembers every second of that first meeting. when the doors opened to you bowing in front of him with a barely-hidden smile of excitement curving the tips of your mouth to look at him with big, bright eyes of wonder staring directly at the copy of the sun—not once backing down to blink or burn away from awe and fluster. so ijekiel does that instead.  his skin flares with the color of blooming carnations, sunlight-prickled hues wide from childish panic at the sudden increased beating of his heart.  was something wrong with him? he felt light-headed and dizzy, stomach twisting, tossing and turning as if he was about to faint from merely seeing you presented before him like the finest muse of a pristine piece of art, incomparable to anything else other than itself. what should he do? should he compliment you? should he act indifferent and use a practiced smile? his mind is trying to adjust to the drastic changes of his swayed heart, but the boy just can’t seem to do just that when he’s faced with a fairytale protagonist right in front of him—and he blinks, catching something from the corner of his eye—and is brought back down to earth when he sees his father’s questioning gaze. then, bows with a smile, greeting you further in to sit down and perhaps enjoy a cup of tea with him?  you said yes out of common courtesy, but that only made his smile grow wider.

LUCAS FIRMLY DOES NOT BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT, like come on—who believes in love like that these days? naive little kids? newly adolescent noble ladies? men of high and poor status? it’s simply too . . . unlikely to actually happen in his eyes. the butterflies when you meet “the love of your life’s” eyes? could be the early signs of constipation. the flush in your cheeks when there’s too much prolonged eye contact with them and the dizziness of your heart and mind? could be an oncoming migraine, headache, or a sign you're being possessed by some evil spirit, y’know? anyways, enough joking aside—the point is, he finds the subject some far-fetched fairytale that is highly impossible even with the magic he has—that is, until, you waltz into his life. the things he feels when he's around you is something that could be described as a contradiction. the first gazing into your eyes turns the world upside and back again, the first brush against your fingertips suck all the air out of his chest, the first chuckle that he manages to rouse from deep within your giddy joy paints him a shade darker than his eyes from head to toe—holy fuck were there a lot of firsts that made him experience everything and anything all at once; with most he can't even explain properly without sounding so . . lovesick. god do you make him sick to the last bone with whatever sorcery you possess. in short; when in love, lucas is everything that correlates to being stupidly infatuated and is constantly reeling himself in by a hair’s breadth back to the surface when you smile, laugh, or simply exist next to him—like, can you imagine how utterly moronic it is to see how degenerate he’s become from before you?! . . . but, if it makes you happy, he’ll gladly be idiotic for the rest of his life (though, that depends if you're gonna annoy him or not).

✦ — @khasmies 2023.

[rodolfoparras]

Lowkey feel like your feticizing FTM. I've read a lot of your writing and I've seen mostly ftm characters, mainly smut, and I don't know if I looked hard enough but like no actual ftm problems. I've only seen it being sexualised. And your pretty much only using masculine pronouns, you write the characters as if they were women, only masc pronouns. I understand if it is the reader who is ftm, like cool. Or maybe your not and I'm reading to far into it, cause this is basically what every writer does.

Sugar I don’t really think I understand what you’re saying.

1. I’ve never counted the amount of ftm pieces I’ve done but Im 100% sure they’re not the majority of my work. I looked through my writing tag and the most recent ftm piece i did was my price piece. Edit I just checked, for the month of February I wrote one single ftm price piece, and in the month of January I wrote 2 ftm Price pieces.

2. This is a smut account. I do not depict issues and struggles in what’s supposed to be a smut piece. I have nothing else to say to this. I apologize.

3. I don’t really understand the “you write the characters as if they’re women” part because I do not feel that I do so nor has anyone told me this before and I’ve written for a year now. So I don’t really know how to respond to this part 😭 Edit: do you mayhaps mean when I discuss 141 getting pregnant specifically price? I get that’s not everyone’s cup of tea and I can always put a tag so you can filter out those asks/ pieces of writing

4. I also don’t understand “if the reader is ftm cool”. Do you mean it’d be okay if I wrote trans reader but not trans characters? To that i say, I see nothing wrong with writing trans characters. I think there are more trans characters pieces out here than trans reader pieces.

5. Lastly, if it can bring you some comfort I am a trans dude, my intentions with my writing is not to cause harm and I’m really sorry you got the wrong impression of my account

[thewriterg]

𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭

pairing(s); simon ‘ghost’ riley x afab!reader, john ‘soap’ mactavish x afab!reader, task force 141 x afab!reader

summary; You and Ghost weren’t the least bit pleased when you both were roped into Soaps shenanigans for a costume contest but deep down you’d do anything to see the smile on his face —flufftober day;1—

word count; 1.3k+

warnings(s); readers call sign is “coma”, soap having two of the most deadliest soldiers worldwide wrapped around his finger, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @silenthqll & @une-femme-de-lettres— OCTOBER IS HERE WRITERS‼️

“C’mon Hen it’s just dress up for one night” Soap pouted following behind you as you made your way to the cafeteria as you denied him for the seventh time in a day over the same thing he was prominent as hell over dressing up in matching costumes for Halloween and of course reasonably you declined

“Johnny, darling. You’re gonna drive me mad go sit down with Simon I’ll be there in a few” With a small huff the Scot was storming away with the attitude of a toddler as you stood in line for you alls lunch

Ghost perked up from his cup of tea in the furthest table in the cafeteria his chair against the wall as he watched the Scot approach him muttering things to himself with his arms crossed over his chest before sitting in his usual chair with a huff and before Simon could even humor himself in asking him what was wrong the Scot was already rambling of his troubles to the Brit

“You think it’s reasonable aye?” He spoke with a roll of his eyes while Ghost huffed mirroring his actions before grumbling under his breath his voice gruff and deep

“Sure MacTavish”

Soon you were walking towards the booth two trays of food in your hand setting them down gently in front of the men and taking your own seat nothing but a cup of coffee in your grasp as you had sparing right after and preferred to not vomit on your to save yourselves the trouble settling in your chair with a grunt as moments of silence passed you all Ghosts mask lifted below the tip of his nose so he could eat

“You know Ghost thinks it’s a good idea if we dress up” Soap stated suddenly causing the war criminal to clear his throat trying not to choke on the food in his mouth as you peered over you cup of coffee looking the Scot in the eye you gaze sharp like a siren as you hummed

“Is that so?” Your gaze adverted to the Brit who looked at you with blown pupils you had to learn how to read Simon since he pledged his face being covered like the plague but the main starter note you could give to anyone in need?

That man had more expressive eyes than a mime

“Come on love, you know the mutt it putting us against each other” It took everything in you not to chuckle or at least crack a smirk at the look he’d given Soap as if he wanted his head on a chopping block which he looked like he didn’t have an ounce of regret for the interrogation he caused and running out of options he pulled his last stunt

was is it petty? maybe

would it get his point across? absolutely

“It was jus’ a thought don’t worry too much ‘bout it” The Scott mumbled standing from his seat before taking his tray of half eaten food and walking away from the table with a drag of his feet causing you and Ghost to glance at each other little did you know that was just the beginning

💌💌💌💌

For the rest of the day the Scott was unusually quiet and only spoke when spoken to you picked up on the behavior quick and you weren’t stupid you knew that he was trying to manipulate you but you were sick of watching him sulk like a kicked puppy so when Soap had got up to leave the meeting room you threw a glance to Simon who stealthily followed in your footsteps as you went to go corner the Scott in the comfort of your shared chambers that had took too much paper work and a white lie with the help of Price about being married for you all to get to share a room and become each others next of kin

With non faltering steps and long strides you had made it to your room in a mere minute slipping through the door with no regard to see Soap standing putting on what looked to be his loungewear switching from the army print cargo pants, long sleeve compression shirt, and steel toe boots to grey sweatpants, a white wife beater, and thick socks

“Ye need somethin’ Bonnie?” The Scott mumbled looking to you with a tinge of mock sadness in the back of his throat that had Ghost rolling his eyes at the sight from towering behind you

“Stop mopin’ Johnny I’ll wear the damn costume” The words slipped pass the cloth of his balaclava into the air of your room accent prominent, voice gruff, and eyes annoyed and the Scott was as bright as ever again before his eyes adverted to you staring at him with a deadpan expression and before he could even start with his puppy dog expressions you were already nodding your head with the roll of your eyes

To say the Soap was ecstatic was an understatement and you began to regret your decision fairly quickly when he went on an hour long rant about what he wanted to dress up as and a even longer rant when you and Simon had no idea what ‘Mr and Mrs Smith’ was

So you had spent majority of your night watching the film with hushed giggles and laughter whenever Ghost would complain about the quality of the fight scenes which was fairly advanced for the time in the early 2000s But lt didn’t fail to amuse you when the blonde scoffed before muttering something like

“Amateurs”

“Yeah draw even slower you bloody daft”

But you had fortunately got through the movie in one piece before coming to the realization that

youd need two suits and a dress

💌💌💌💌

“Here comes the life of the party yea!?” Gaz announced as You, Ghost, and Soap walked towards the table everyone in the pub dressed up as a different range of characters you rolled your eyes at him a hint of playfulness in the mix of your eyes and before you could speak Gaz was gasping

“You didn’t!” The smirk on Johnny’s face was prominent as he wiped non existent dust off the shoulder of his black suit jacket identical to Simon’s who meekly huffed at the brunette as you smirked a fitted black dress against your body heels standing strong against the sticky bar floor and topping the look in the visible slit of your dress was a thigh holster that held a pistol that may or may not have been real identical to the ones in the belt of your partners

“You’ve done it” Gaz cheered along side Soap probably a few drink in dressed in slacks with a white button down that had blood staining the collar prosthetic fangs creating a small lisp when he spoke while Price shook his head at the sight of his two youngest recruits on their way to get a round for the first table the Captain himself dressed in jeans, a flannel, brown boots and a matching cowboy hat to match it was a sight for sure

You and Simon had took a seat in the booth making sure it was room for Johnny when he’d returned as you listened to Ghost tease your captain on his costume choice which caused a mock roasting session amongst them both as you held back the laughter in your throat

“Dinnae tell me party’s already started” The strong accent evaded your ears as a round of shots were placed in front of all of you

“As if anyone you forgot about you” Your voice carried sarcasm and the Scott just grinned in response before taking a Drink and toast it up which you were all soon to follow before downing it in one go

As you and Simon looked at each other you knew you were ruined

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

[zyonsay]

hi z!!

could you please do a lando request??

the reader is afab and they’re pronouns are they/he and maybe he (the reader) is just having a bad day because, first of all they just woke up in a crappy mood because they’re feeling dysphoric (and i know i get cranky like hell when this happens) and then they see hate comments like purposely misgendering the reader in lando’s comment section!!

and then lando both kinda goes off on twitter about it, while comforting reader just talking about how he’s the best boyfriend/partner

(that’s all i have take it from here😭😭)

btw you’re one of the few writers that i know off that do male!readers

OH and i saw how it said to say if the afab/amab is a big thing, so YES him being a afab is a big deal to the story!!

LOVE YOU POOKIE💗💗

Love you, no matter what LN4

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: Dysphoria sucks ass

Warnings: Queerphobia, Slurs: Tr@nny/f@g

Now playing: 'Blonde Chaya sped up' by Amaru & Gringo Bamba

AN: Hey there pookie! Thank you so much for this request!! I also get cranky asf when im dysphoric. ok well admittedly, im always cranky . But anyways! I made some teeny tiny changes and i hope that's alright! Love you!

Fun Fact of the day: My biology teacher is a skinwalker

(i'll rage if there isn't a brit shaped present under the tree by the 24th)

A loud, irritated groan left your figure as you fought with nothing in particular. That was a lie. You fought with yourself right now.

The t shirt clung to your figure because of the cold sweat you woke up in and your hair was an absolute mess. The spot next to you on the bed was empty, you knew that your most loved one was probably on a stream.

Scrambling from the bed you passed the long mirror on the bedroom wall; another irritated huff left you. That feeling of being trapped in the wrong body snaked up your leg and pierced you right in your heart. Maybe a cup of hot tea or coffee will cheer you up.

You passed the office, hearing a loud groan from withing, followed by your boyfriend’s voice, explaining how unfair it was for him to get shot ten seconds after joining the game.

The water boiler hummed loudly as you sat on the barstool by the kitchen island, slumped over like a sad little bag of potatoes. You also felt like one. Yet another groan erupted from the office, making you think of something. Quickly fetching your phone from the pockets of your shorts, you opened Whatsapp and sent Lando a quick text. It was almost comical how you could hear him talk to his audience about you.

“My lovely boyfriend just asked if I wanted some tea!”, he giggled like a giddy child. Brits and their tea. He sent you a text back, telling you he’ll be in the kitchen in a few minutes, he just wanted to wrap the stream up.

Then his eyes landed on a username consisting of various numbers and letters. ‘Ew bro, you still dating that f@g? Thought u moved on lolz’ The blood in his veins froze and he felt the anger boiling in the pit of his stomach. Another one popped up, this time from a different viewer. ‘OMG WAIT is it that Tr@nny he once showed lmao, Lan you can do better smh’ And with that a stream of vile words erupted as the strangers on the other side of the screen began vomiting senseless hate. ‘No fucking way. I bet y’all a million bucks that I’d be a less embarrassing wag lol’

What he had missed in this mess of hate comments was that ‘y/n.02’ had joined the stream and saw the hateful words through teary eyes. You clutched your phone with a desperate grip as you sobbed.

“Y’all need to fucking grow up and accept it. I love my boyfriend.” was all he said before swiftly clicking ‘end stream’ and rushing out of the office. He found you with glistening tears streaming down your face and a red, sniffling nose. Immediately, Lando threw his arms around you, pulling you up from the barstool and into a tight hug. “Don’t listen to them darling”, his voice was sweet and almost as quiet as the breath you let out after that. His T shirt was soaked with your tears, but he couldn’t care less. “I love you so fucking much. And nothing can change that. You’re the best damn thing that happened to me.”, his big, gentle hands rubbed your back and traced patterns over your t shirt.

Lando pulled away and looked you intently in the eyes. He closed the distance between you two and embraced you in a sweet, loving kiss.

“Let’s drink some tea baby.”, Brits and their fucking tea.

[annomalysstuff]

What are some of your favorite character relationships/dynamics in TMNT, and why? Is there anything that you particularly like seeing explored with them in fan works (art, writing, comics, etc)?

I really like Leo and Mikey's dynamic, specially because it isn't as popular as the dynamic with the rest of the brothers

I really like the fact that Mikey really looks up to Leo and is the one that doubts him the least. Like in 2012 (spoilers for S4 2012) after splinter died I really liked seeing Leo behaving like a parent and Mikey just rolling with it (like that scene of Leo telling Mikey to stop playing a videogame)

Another dynamic I wish was more explored is rottmnt Donnie and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. mainly because the writers forgot (or didn't have time to *cough cough ) to show Donnie's reaction to S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. being destroyed, like, the impact it had on Donnie afterwards. And also we didn't see almost any interaction with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and his uncle's and aunt >:( (For example I think he would really get along with Leo because he's less serious than Donnie)

And in terms on relationships, I'm not really a fan of shipping (nothing wrong with it, just not my cup of tea), but it would have been cool to see Raph and Mona Lisa more in 2012

Also, not really a dynamic but in idw (spoilers from idw) I would have LOVED to see more of the mutant city, like in that mini comic with Jennika

[yuurivoice]

hi it's me I'm back after watching the pokemon series and wow that ending was pretty sad 😭 ending with a breakup was a choice I haven't seen many make, but I definitely think it made most sense for that series. Like Guzma and the listeners relationship was not healthy, and it was like bittersweet (not the series) and sad but also like it kinda left it open to 'hey maybe after a lot of time and personal development they could find each other again' or even just be able to meet up at some point to really get closure and I personally liked that! His design was very cute, and I can definitely see why people loved him! I think back then people weren't ready for it, but I just want to say that there was nothing wrong with that ending and I feel like your audience now can definitely appreciate it more! It may not be everyone's cup of tea, but I love that sad shit!

Did the response to that series kind of kill your want to do more guzma, or would you ever consider picking him up again? No expectations, I'm just super curious!

I appreciate the thoughts.

I did more Guzma after and still occasionally revisit him but frankly I'm getting fucking paper off my own shit and why the fuck would I want to go backwards when my future is so bright and owned by me? 😂

I always wonder if people have grasped that I'm living my dream. That I worked for my entire life to become a writer and storyteller, and that I failed countless times on the path to where I am today. And if they realize how preposterous it would sound to anyone else in any profession or hobby if they were asked to go back and do what they were doing before.

Like, I'm sure there are film editors who made BANGER AMVs in college. Imagine hitting them up mid crunch on a big production to ask if they were ever gonna drop another Naruto AMV. 😂 Not entirely the same, but I imagine it would feel similar.

Fandom audios were exciting and fun for me (Guzma was a particular favorite) but creating my own worlds and stories is even more fun, and he got tonssss of content. It was great.

My ambition was never limited to being the guy who makes fuck noises for people's favorite Pokemon character.

But, for my own selfish reasons, I may indeed be dropping an audio or two for him again one day. Or not. I'm having fun where I'm at now.

[the-fiction-witch]

Study

Media - Nanny Mcphee Character - Simon Brown (Age Up) Couple - Simon X Reader Reader - Y/n (Wife) Rating - 12 Word Count - 1073 Requested- You have to do more Simon Brown x reader stuff🙏 Love your stories, keep it up! <3

The house sat perfectly peaceful, the sound of the rain muffling the world beyond the stained glass windows. The gentle pottering and pattering of the raindrops falling onto the various surfaces, a gentle tickle of the windchime still playing its tune in this storm. Within the house the log burner crackled and popped as the damp would burn on the hot flames, the lights out as the power never worked in the rain and storms leaving the room lit only by the log burner's flames and the candles that littered the room. The only sound to break through it all was the clicking and clacking of typewriter keys being elegantly danced over, with the familiar sound of the spool being pushed back at the end of each line.

Simon Brown sat at the desk, typewriter under his hands. He worked diligently and speedily, copying down from the previous draft that sat on the desk beside him the typer writer key marks littered with pencil notes to implement. Mostly misspellings, punctuation and formatting elements. His small wooden bin beside his desk overflowing with crumpled pages.

He wore brown trousers, and a light cream button down his sleeves rolled to his elbows so as to not risk catching the cuffs in the typewriter's often vicious keys, a blue waistcoat embroidered softly with birds only noticeable in the lights shimmer. All his clothes fit him comfortably with signs of alteration in the seams showing their wear. His blonde locks were messy as he often ran his hand through them absentmindedly when he was thinking, his tongue between his teeth as he worked, with his favoured pencil behind his ear.

A gentle creaking grows louder in the halls of the house and soon enough the study door opens to reveal Simon’s wife, Y/n Brown.

She dressed in her sky blue and cream dress with a square neckline and cap sleeves, a lobster tail crinoline, and a large blue bow at the small of her back, the dress hemmed just perfectly so she could still see her little house slippers when she walked. Her hair pinned up in an intricate milkmaid braid, and her baby bump notably poking itself out as she swells larger. She carries with her a small tray with a teacup, saucer, sugar, milk, a plate of three small muffins and a teapot with a knitted cosy on top.

When he hears her come in he flips his draft page over hiding the contents and immediately stops typing resting his elbows on the desk, his hands clasped together and he set his chin on his hands.

“I’m not disturbing am I?” She asked softly,

“No. No. you’re alright.” he answered,

“I come baring tea,” She cooed as she set the tray down on his desk far from any of his important papers, and she poured him the first cup, “It’s elderflower and rose today,”

“No more Lemon and tea tree?”

“Unfortunately not, you have the last for bed.”

“Fu-” He began but his eyes met her as she gave him a very threatening look, “Fudge.” He corrected,

“Umm,” she hummed,

“I said fudge! Nothing wrong with some delicious fudge,” he said taking his tea and having a small sip,

“Yes, but it’s what you were going to say,” she warned,

“No idea’ what you're talking about, I was going to say fudge.”

“Course you were Simon,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes as she tied around his office, “That damn clock has stopped again.” She sighed tapping the old mantle clock hoping it would begin to tick again,

“It has?”

“Hadn’t you noticed it hasn’t moved in three hours?”

“... I’ll be honest, I kinda just thought I was being really productive today.” He sighed, “I was wondering why you were bringing me tea so early,”

“You need a new one, don’t need to give you an excuse to be locked in here all day any more than you already have.”

“I know, It’s just sentimental Y/n,” He sighed, “I’ll pop it somewhere else and head to the market next Sunday to see if we can find one,”

She nodded and went to his small bin gathering any fallen papers, “May I?”

“You may,” He nodded re-reading his writing,

“Are you sure?” She asked picking it up,

“I’m very sure,” he nodded,

“Final answer,” she warned as she opened the log burner door,

“You may throw it away Y/n I promise.”

“Alright then,” she nodded starting to toss the crumpled papers on the fire,

He sighed seeing his hours of work be burnt but he knew it was all scrap anyway,

She returned the empty bin to beside his desk and had a peak over his shoulder to read what he’d written but he put a hand over her eyes, “Hey!”

“It’s not done.” He glared, “Keep those adorable little eyes off Mrs.”

“Just a little snippet?”

“Nope.” He chuckled, “Go on, scamper.”

“Fine,” she pouted,

“Ohh before you go have you seen my pencil anywhere?” He asked,

She chuckled softly and pulled it from behind his ear as always,

“Ah! Thank you Y/n,” he smiled, he took the pencil and then her hand giving her knuckles a tender kiss just beside her wedding ring, he then took her bump in his hands softly stroking her dress as he cradled her belly giving the baby within a big kiss, “Hello little boy, you cosy in mummy’s belly? Yeah? You stay nice and warm in there then till your all ready to come for cuddles,” he cooed,

“He likes it when you talk to him,”

“He does?”

“Of course, he always stops wiggling when you talk to him,”

“Doesn’t that mean he doesn’t like me?”

“No, he’s happy, he’s listening and enjoying daddies cuddles,”

“Awww my sweet little boy,” he cooed kissing her bump one more time, “I’ll see you later for dinner?”

“Of course, I’ll come and get you,” She smiled,

“Can I get a kiss from my lovely wife before she goes?”

“You may,” she nodded leaning down to give his lips a small peck,

“Love you,” he cooed rubbing his nose on hers,

“Love you too Simon,” she smiled before she left his study going to do various other chores around the house,

Simon tried to hide the blush that still rose to his cheeks even after so long being married to her, he still got all blushy and giddy when she kissed him or told him she loved him. He took another sip of tea before turning his page back over and continuing on with his work, now with a wide and cheery smile. 

[lagncx]

ugly?!

( hi…so you know I’m not a good writer please don’t go back and look if you're new but I came back and here I am with fruits for you people. I think you should know I’m not fully educated in the world of AOT. This is supposed to be post-war Levi so apologies if everything is wrong or something. The reader is kinda something I came up with a long time ago cause I’m such a creative person…it’s stupid but you're a titan shifter in a way however yours is a wolf form..please don’t ask it just fits in with your character in this but u are a female my readers tend to be confident and dorky especially when I do one for Levi. You're taller. And yea please enjoy)

You sighed and cut your hair in the bathroom of your shared room. It was late and you tried to keep it quiet for Levi so he could rest but your dumbass made the cup Levi kept for his daily pills fall “ah shit.” You put the cup back on the counter and your eyes saw that pale face in the mirror peaking in the doorway “your home late.” You heard Levi softly say his face emotionless, his good eye looked at you and you could see a little red. “Levi..have you been crying-“Before you could finish Levi’s eyes gazed upon you looking into your eyes that showed nothing but concern, his eyes glossy, that milky white eye shining like a Pearl. “Do you…think I’m ugly?” You almost thought he was joking but those eyes spoke millions of words in just one moment. “Of course not my love. Why would you ask such a thing?” Levi winced in pain, his body was sore “You pushed yourself hard at recovery therapy again?” Levi shook his head as he rubbed the back of his neck groaning his eyes closed tight. “No…I was observing the new one's training and I-…” he looked down “went to go workout to see if I could even stay fit and guess I just hurt myself in the middle of kickboxing.” You crossed your arms “Levi you can’t put pressure on your body! You still have a long way off-“ “Of what?!” He snapped his eyes snapped to you piercing you and making you close your mouth like a force “That ‘therapy’ makes me feel like a fucking vegetable I feel shitty always standing to the side trying to instruct inexperienced fighters to fight without fucking being able to show them how by doing it” he cursed as he grabbed his hair in his fist’s breathing heavy panicking and you felt your heart sting your poor baby you couldn’t even imagine how it must feel you gently but firmly grabbed both of his wrists “breathe baby…let go. It’s okay to be upset but don’t hurt yourself okay? Easy…” your voice was gentle barely a whisper Levi had these attacks a lot now you could only form that they came cause of his fears of not being able to live like normal people or do things but Levi was just naturally anxious his grip on his hair stayed but your fingers slithered their way on top of his hands from his wrists which from the cold of your hands made his grip loosen “come on baby.” Levi let go of his hair pulling away from you almost as if he was embarrassed. “Come on…let’s-…go to the mess hall kitchen. I know they're a cup of tea that’ll love to accompany your belly~” you said in a sweet tone. Levi stayed silent, his face was his resting bitch face and he just made way for you to leave the bathroom with “your hair.” You heard Levi say behind you his fingers reaching to graze the undone section “Oh-…hm who knows maybe I’ll leave it just trimmed on one side. Kinda sexy.” You chuckled as you stepped out the room door Levi was close behind but silence ‘Not even gonna make insults to my stupidity…that bad huh?’ You thought as you and Levi walked through the dark halls lit by the moon “About the…ugly thing why ask me about that?” You looked down as you walked, him to your side, his hands resting at his sides, making his steps almost hauntingly silent compared to your combat boots leaving your heavy impression on the wood panel floors. It was super crazy to you how you and Levi got together. You two were the opposite. “I…was eavesdropping on a conversation during training. So maybe I shouldn’t have taken it to heart knowing it was my bad and they were new so I-“ “Levi.” Your voice called out to him your arm holding open the door to the mess hall for him, Levi walked in “Thank you. But they-…”

——Earlier——

Levi sighed in relief as one of the recruits finally got the takedown almost flawlessly “Good. We can work more on your confidence later. Till then- Chores!” Levi yelled to the other groups some nodded and some groaned and complained and Levi just blew a laugh through his nose as he headed to the horse stables almost turning into the doors till he heard a familiar name…yours “I mean…she’s amazing and so strong. But…Levi, he’s the total opposite” Two girls were cleaning the pens for both Levi and your horse so he sees why the topic of conversation could turn to you two but Levi didn’t care much he could give two shits about what the gossip was in your relationship cause it was yours and not anybody else’s he was gonna step in to interrupt their conversation with a smart remark but then “I mean it's sad she has to wake up to that sight” Levi’s feet halted, his eyes went from an unbothered look to a look of terror ‘The hell?! The fuck do they mean’ Levi struggled in his head debating whether to confront or listen “I mean…those scars, his hand…or that eye…it’s almost like a dying cow” said the girl wiping her forehead “he’s hideous and just how can he satisfy her needs or we'll give her a family” Levi swallowed the spit hoping to push the lump in his throat he took a step back disappearing.

——now And I don't know…it's just been lingering in my mind.” The world was silent except for the piping and creaky wooden structures of the building. Levi looked up through his hair seeing you glare at the tea kettle, your jaw was clenched and your breathing uneven but not loud almost like you wanted blood. “ Y/n…they were girls just gossip I shouldn't get so worked up” Levi walked up to you, his hand sliding up your arm now you needed to be comforted…no, You needed to be calmed. “love?” he whispered now fully in front of you looking up at you his hand caressing your face you simply leaned into his hand sighing softly Levi jumped from the feeling of your hand caressing his back then his… other hands the one Levi was worried about when it came to you but you gently took it putting it on your chest giving Levi a look before bringing it up for a kiss it was a conversation without words the sound of your lips on his skin the sensation communicated Love. “I'm sorry they said those things. They'll regret it.” Levi sighed “No need to do that my love let us just head to bed after the tea is done” he pleaded hoping you'd come to your senses but your eyes were dark staring into nothing like you were looking through him.

Levi smiled as the tea soothed and warmed him. You made it exactly how he liked it…you remembered, holding it gently as you both made it up to your room that was until you stopped “What is it?” Levi could read you like a book feeling your suspicious aura as he looked in your direction hearing faint giggling and whispers “Shhh be quiet they might hear us sneaking a drink!” Levi's eyes went wide and looked at you as the two girls turned the corner “That's them..” You shared a look with him before putting on a smile and stepping forward purposefully loudly crossing your arms and making the girls jump “Hello new gals! It's inappropriate to be out this hour. Sure do hope you both have a good explanation” The girls straightened up “Y/N! Captain Levi! We were just uh-..” the girl trailed off and her friend who you knew as Ava stepped forward “Some night food we got hungry." Ava said as she smiled at you “Hm…I see. Be on your way” You stepped to the side pulling Levi along though he was ready to confront the girls, lecturing him there was something in your grip that told him quietly as they walked in front of you both your voice was a cold stern tone “Wait a second.” The girls jumped and stopped turning to face you. Levi looked at you and your eyes were closed “I'm hoping you know me and Levi are together don't you?” you asked, “Yes of course!” Said Ava with a smile “So you know he means a lot to me if not the whole world? Yes?” the girls nodded sharing glances you opened your eyes your face pushing intimidation and rage

“So how do you think I should handle those with the balls to ever? Disrespect him after he has done so much for us?”

Levi looked at the girls who looked at Levi in terror “S-sir. Were so-” you stepped in front of Levi “You did not. Answer my question, but I know how you both can make it up to Levi” you walked between the girls as you placed a hand on their shoulders and whispered “kneel.” They shook and hesitated only a moment and kneeled “Good, now Bow your heads and apologize” You sneered at the girls and they apologized to Levi. You looked up at him “Satisfied? Or do they need a bit more of a push?” You raised a brow to Levi who shook his head “Enough. Both of you return to your rooms. y/n…stop it.” You sighed standing straight pulling the girls up by their shirts and smiling “See you gals at breakfast bye bye!!” You laughed pushing them off as they hurried on their own back around the corner. You smiled at Levi who glared at you and scoffed, his voice insulting your “childish behavior.” He turned and headed up the stairs towards your shared room struggling slightly but didn’t accept your help and you pouted. Levi stopped catching his breath, you sighed pushing yourself up behind him, arms wrapping around his stomach “I’m sorry babe, It wasn’t my place.” You massaged his hip making him hiss but relax in some sort of relief “I’m upset that you had to defend me…when I’m a grown man.” Levi played with your fingers, sighing tiredly “I should’ve called them out…instead, I asked if you thought I was ugly when I knew you’d say no'' You inhaled Levi's scent “When we get up there can we…” Levi whispered and avoided finishing the sentence but “Oh my Levi don't tell me my touch has got you excited~” you giggled before feeling the stinging pain of levis nail pinching a vein in your hand which your laughs turned into screams “Asshole you know what I meant!” Levi snarled you whimpered looking at the bruise on your hand as you both continued up the stairs “for a vegetable you're still like you…cruel.” you rubbed your booboo “but I know what you meant…we can finish that book. But I don’t know why you like me reading it.” You shrugged and you both made it to the door “Your voice…soothes me.” Levi said looking at his hand on the knob “helps me sleep…you know how little I get. Even worse when I feel sore…” he opened the door and you both walked in “But if you don’t want to read to me…that’s okay.” He rubbed his shoulders it was always chilly in your guy's room. Seeing Levi’s clothes tighten around him as he held himself made your face hot “did you know you have a banging hot bod?” You said Levi turned to you and glared “The hell?! Can you stop being such a shitty-ass therapist!!” You laughed as Levi threw the book at you and you caught it. You looked at Levi who had a small smile. Levi was always conscious about you and him and space when he wanted you to touch him, where, how, why. But since being together he’s been more open not having to ask and right now you were so close “You’re so beautiful my Pearl…” you said looking down into Levi’s eyes your empty hand on his hips pulling him gently into you earning a rewarding sigh of approval from him “your not getting any tonight you know?” Levi said smiling at you “Awe dang well guess I’ll throw in the towel” you joked sharing a kiss with him “I love you” you said to him and he replied with an “Me too.” Which meant a lot Never have you seen a more beautiful painting of a man than the one in front of you

[imjulia-andilikecats]

Why I Ship Mareven and Yes, I'm Aware that They're Toxic

I've noticed a couple of posts questioning how some readers ship Mareven given how toxic it was and proceed to list off all the terrible things that they did to each other through out the series.

Before I start my rant. Warning, this is long and I might just ramble at the end. Also please be reminded that these are MY reasons, as to why I enjoy this ship. I don't represent the whole Mareven shipping team. I made this post based on MY observation and the desire to absolve myself from the feeling of shame for liking Mareven.

We can't deny it. Anyone who read the series, even just the first book could easily tell that Mareven is toxic.

Which leads to the most common question for this ship. Why is Mare and Maven still being shipped even after Maven's betrayal and even past Glass Sword?

Simple, it's their unique and complex dynamic. They are both deeply flawed characters that have frightening similarities. Which could have lead to a wonderful friendship or a romantic one.

However, due to their social status and political beliefs. Mare joining the Scarlet Guard to free the Reds and Newbloods from Silver rule. Maven wanting to be king of Norta and was willing to do ANYTHING to keep his crown . They are of opposition to each other's goals, which lead them being sworn enemies. Causing severe pain and suffering to the other, when given the opportunity.

Yet, there would be moments between the cruel actions and harsh words. Where one of them would show affection in hopes of rekindling what they had and the other mourning the person that they thought they knew.

Even viewing them through the lense of a non-shipper. They have a fascinating exchange of dialogue and the uncomfortable amount of tension whenever they are near each other, even the mere mention of the other's name would momentarily push them off balance. There was simply no dull moment between these two.

The REAL question should be: "Is Mareven being a toxic ship REALLY the reason some readers dislike the ship OR is there something else at play?

Before I continue: It's understandable not to like a ship, if a toxic relationships between fictional characters aren't your cup of tea.

However! I don't think "being toxic" should be the daming reason to fully drop a ship and EXPECT everyone else to do so. Because I feel that those Mareven Ship "Dislikers" don't seem to detect the MAIN cause of their dislike for this ship.

I think the dislike of the ship could be attributed from some Mareven fanfics and shippers. Maybe they dislike how they treated Mare and Maven when paired together.

For example: Mare being seen as an object or tool in fixing Maven and making him happy. Void of any emotion or flaws, as she is simply an extension to the desires and fantasies of the writer. Other cases, some Mareven shippers openly trash Mare for not reciprocating Maven's affections, as they see him as a unloved child that needs a hug. Seeming to forget that Maven is completely capable of committing atocities against the people he "loves" and other characters that were unfortunate enough to encounter him and his mother.

The simplification and misinterpretation of both complex characters once they are viewed as a couple is frustrating.

Which is why I think the EXTERNAL FACTORS, such as SOME Mareven fanfics and shippers surrounding the Mareven ship, are MOSTLY the cause that ignited the dislike for the ship not just Mareven being toxic.

To put it simply, there is nothing wrong or shameful for liking a toxic ship like Mareven. It does not AUTOMATICALLY mean you have a twisted perception of what a functioning relationship should be nor have poor reading comprehension.

I also noticed that some of those post that dislike Mareven are also Maven fans, claiming that Maven is their favorite character and are also aware of his flaws (and crimes).

So, I can even throw the same argument to them.

What's the difference between liking Maven Calore, one of the main antagonist of the series that caused harm to a number of characters, and liking Mareven that is a toxic ship where both characters were toxic towards each other?

Note: Since it's a veey messy essay. I am more than open for a discussion.

[hotchfiles]

Lari, I apologize in advance, but I really want to add to the discussion of writers supporting writers, because it makes my blood boil sometimes, lol, and I'm sorry if this gets long, and if i sound like a bitch but....

Okay, first off, interaction is important, period! Doesn't matter if you have no followers, if you are a writer with a few followers, or a writer with a lot of followers interaction is important, in every sense! And writers with a lot of followers should be VERY aware of that, because once upon a time, they were a smaller blog too, wishing for people to interact with their works.

Writers especially feed on the interaction, and especially seeing people's thoughts and opinions on their works, and that's where the comments and reblogs come into play!

One thing, that apparently, some big blogs seem to either forget, or not give a sh*t about anymore, because they are just too big now. People are interacting with their works, so they've made it, right? Wrong, because once again, your readers, and their interaction with your works made you big! So, instead of being high and mighty, return the favor by boosting the works you liked reading, written by smaller blogs! (Side note, I'm not hating on anyone, calling anyone out specifically, or etc. But I was a writer in another fandom once, and it was much the same, and it grated on my nerves then, and it's grating on my nerves now)

I was a writer that only used to like, when I was running my old blog, but on this one, reblog, reblog, reblog. Doesn't matter that I don't have a huge number of followers that can benefit from recs, I'm supporting the writer, and to me, that's the most important.

On the mutuals matter, I think you said it right. My works might not be my mutuals cup of tea, or theirs might not be mine. One thing i wanna add here, even if I have mutuals, who's works I don't read because x, y, z, every once in a while I'd reblog a work of theirs and be like "check out this person's works, they write great (character) fics". To me that's just a way to boost your moots, and who knows, maybe someone that follows you actually likes their works.

On indirectly being asked to read their stuff, I think there's nothing wrong with that, BUT! Like you said, if I'm going to support you, I'd expect you to support me too. It's not hard. I myself have asked others to read my works (on my old blog), but I've made sure to interact with them via asks, read and interact with their works, before and after asking! And not because I want to be transactional or anything, but because I genuinely enjoy their works, and asking them to read mine, yes, it might boost me up, but i just want to hear what some of my favorite writers think about something I've written. Later, those same people became my mutuals and I loved that we lifted each other up!

Finally, if some people aren't comfortable interacting, that's completely and totally fine!  What I wrote is for the writers, that honestly should know how tumblr and the community works, well enough to know that boosting people and interacting with people makes for a greater overall experience!

And to the anon that started this whole thing (if they are even reading this, lol), continue being supportive and interesting with the blogs you love, and the works you enjoy! If you still want to read the works of the writers you talked about, be a silent reader, lol. Like you said, they're doing fine! Devote your time and energy and interact with the people that will support you back, and are sweet and kind to you! And, be the person you are now, supportive, because it seems some writers tend to lose sight of where they came from when they grow, and to the ones that don't, you rock!

Again, I'm so sorry for this being so long, lol🥴 (also, if I'm being too bitchy, feel free to ignore and delete this, lol)

i dont even have anything to add you said it perfectly

i love that you mentioned the transaction part because YEAH its not about being a transaction or anything of the sort, its about being reciprocal, and treating others works like you want yours to be treated

i genuinely love reading and helping so i dont mind at all when people ask for me to do that, i just feel like that if you enjoy either my fics enough for that, i should be seeing you reblogging or commenting my fics and the people (really, people, it happens quite frequently) i mentioned just never ever ever reblogged or commented on any of it 😭

i honestly thought i was exaggerating it but it seems its been happening to a lot of writers so

please, writers (especially if you complain about comments and reblogs)

be reciprocal

[remythologise]

bestie… what’s the 600k incomplete merlin fic please drop the title

SO glad you asked and also I misspoke. It is actually 871k. THE HANDS OF A HUNDRED WINTERS by FOURLEGGEDFISH. It is in four parts and you both can and should read it despite being incomplete, I have only read 3/4 parts because I am loathe to part with the reading experience of writing this good. This is both my favourite Merlin fic I've ever read and potentially my favourite longfic I've ever read (though hard to assess when it's incomplete and I haven't read it all as yet). It's AMAZING to me that the author has managed to sustain and even increase my interest over this many words, a feat managed by no other fanfiction I've read longer than 400k words ever (and I read a lot of those!). Don't get me wrong it's not perfect, and I do have minor scruples with some things*! I also don't think it's for everyone, my dear friend didn't like it and found it too dark for her personal tastes. But for ME? SPECIFICALLY FOR ME? To quote something I said to my friends 'wells for boys, lads, wells for fucking boys.' I also think it's so immaculately beautifully written that even if it's not your personal cup of tea you should read it anyway. ALSO the sheer dazzling breadth of research that went into this fic is REMARKABLE. I am not joking when I say this author has achieved everything I want to achieve as a writer in this fic. In many ways this is Ur Merlin Fic. The Once and Future Fic. To Me!

*I have minor scruples with almost every fic I've ever read and frankly remarkable how few scruples occur with a fic on this size. There are also scruples I had with things like tone, characterisation or even sex scenes that were then resolved with plot explanations that made sense a mere half a million words later in a quite satisfying way. This fic is a masterpiece in how it threads things like that through and pays them off very handsomely. I know how much blood sweat and tears goes into creating fanfic and I am overwhelmed by the skill, love and zillions of hours that must have gone into crafting this. Nothing but respect for such an incredible piece of art.

[rowena-rain]

Quick disclaimer. No hate anybody who watches or reads Twilight I Also Read and watch it, It's just that i Die a little bit inside each time I do.

I don't know if this is the right place to vent about this, but I'll give it a go anyway

Twilight... it's so good and so bad. omfg, it would be a so much better book if it wasn't about the "romance" in it. We learn almost next to nothing about Bella in FIVE FUCKING BOOKS and that en Accomplishment we know she did Ballet for a little bit when she was a kid and that she reads a book that the mian Characters namE IS EDwaRD. And she has no character development whatsoever. For God's sake, we learn more about other people than we do about the main character.

For example, Carlisles' inner struggles about his faith and that he sees himself as Essentially a demon. Or literally, ANY other characters in the books

But in the movies I have to say that the cinematography and the music are amazing. At least for the first movie

Also, the relationships are so toxic. Edward and Balla are basically kattatonic without each other after only knowing each other for a week. They're not even mates she's just his blood singer. and Jacob,my poor baby sweet Jacob, what did Stephanie Meyer do to you ? He Tries to kiss Bella and when Bella doesn't want to be kissed. She broke her fucking wrist trying to get him off of her by punching him in the face like What the fuck-

(Quick side note here, but charlie is my husband, but why He didn't arrest jacob after that is beyond me)

Also, the whole imprinting on a baby thing never happened. I refuse to acknowledge it. Stephanie Meyer what's wrong with you what the fuck

Another side note here, but I really like the idea of Harry and Jasper. I don't care if it's platonic or romantic. But I feel like they could both really bond over being a tool for a war at such a young age. Although Jasper signed up to be in the war and wasn't groomed into it like Harry was. He was forced and manipulated into being Maria's general.

Also, I always kind of found it weird that Stephanie Meyer was writing about a native tribe like, A real native tribe like, did she get permission from them? I don't know man

I'd could talk for hours about this.But anyway, have a lovely day🩶💚🩶💚🩶💚💚🩶🩶💚

Love your energy lol, but I'm not really the right person to ask about Twilight. I only read the first book (ngl, mostly to be able to make fun of it), and I don't think I even saw all the movies.

But, from what I understand (sewer rats, correct me? I think that's what y'all call yourselves lol), Bella is written to be a self/reader-insert character and thus is intentionally bland. So, idk, that's really not my cup of tea, but I guess she serves her narrative function in that way. Although I did not know that she reads a book where the main character is Edward lmao. That's like... next-level reader-insert. Again, fine if you're into that, but I'd rather get to know a protagonist than try to *be* them.

Man, the only thing I really know about Jasper is that one lady's tiktok videos where she opens her eyes really wide lmao.

As for toxic relationships... I mean, I'm a Harrymort writer, so I'm not one to talk haha. But that's one thing I like about the ship is that it's so blatantly over-the-top, in-your-face toxic that even the most devoted fans readily acknowledge how messed up it is. Whereas with relationships like Edward/Bella, it feels more like the kind of toxic dynamic that exists in the real world... which makes it a bit more worrisome when people try to argue it’s not toxic.