#yes I am that author

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

I am incredibly serious right now when I beg you all, please, and if you have Twitter or Tiktok or whatever to please spread the word: click on an author's profile on Ao3.

You want to know if an author has written more? Want to know if they're still writing? Want to see more from them? Want to know if they've written a trope or kink or sex scenario you enjoy?

Click on their name. And look at their profile.

I cannot tell you how many times in the last six months someone has read a new or newer fic of mine and said they (a new reader who has read nothing else I've done) "can't wait to see what you do next!" I've written 50+ fics and over a million words already.

"I don't know if you're still writing..." click on my profile. I am. I literally wrote a 128k+ fic for that ship last month.

"Would you ever do X?" "Please do Y!" I already did. Click on my name and look at my works.

Archive of our Own is a library. It's an archive. Not social media. It is your responsibility to fight back against the laziness that corporate algorithms have trained into you.

Click my author name. Just click it. Just click it.

Before you demand more, or ask if a writer will do XYZ, or wonder if the author still writing, or anything - click on their profile. Click on the author's profile.

I'm not trying to be mean or condescending or anything like that. I'm just exhausted. It's disheartening and frustrating to repeat myself ad nauseam, because someone couldn't take thirty seconds to do the tiniest bit of work to see if I've written lately, if I've written more for their ship, or scan my works to see if I've written what they're asking for. Please. Please. I'm begging.

Click the author's name, and explore before you ask.

[glassgob]

[Image ID: Digital illustration of Tech from Star Wars: The Bad Batch. Tech is sitting on the open hatch of the Havoc Marauder, holding onto a pulley cable with his right arm. Slight design edits have been made to his mercenary armor: most notably are stronger orange and pink accents. The second image is a close-up of his face. End ID.]

[intermundia]

my favorite thing about anakin as a character is the inherent nuance lucas wrote into his story, like he's neither an innocent victim nor an inherently evil monster, he's just some guy put in a series of Situations and ultimately failing the test of his humility and self-control. he was certainly flattered and shaped by the devil, spiraling into something unrecognizable, but he chose to take every step down the pathway to hell. lucas knew he would lose a certain demographic by making him basically a greedy pawn in the larger story, not a righteous betrayed macho badass, but he did it anyway. he made him an awkward romantic and a loyal friend, a generous boy and a brilliant teen. he made sure he had all the positive qualities that meant that he had potential to be so much more than vader, but it was clearly his choice to lie, murder, and fully squander that potential. there are no excuses for what he became, no acceptable reasons to commit mass slaughter. he became an unbelievably selfish and impatient man, reckless and wantonly violent. hayden captured that nuance so well, nobody can match the sweetness of his smile and the absolute horror of his scowl on mustafar. to view him through a single lens as either pure victim of manipulation and (canonically unsupported) emotional neglect, or a creepy evil villain, denies the heart of his story and the weight of his tragedy. he's neither an angel nor a demon, he's both and neither, he's deeply human, a classical tragic hero with a flaw of greed. lucas made a choice with the prequels to tell a story that not everyone wanted to hear, and the result was a character that i think is one of the best of modern pop culture, mostly because he feels to me so very, very ancient and eternal.

[skipblebee]

LIVE LAUGH LOVE FENGQING FOREVER!!!!!

[muffinlance]

EMERGENCY FANFIC PROTOCOLS: ACTIVATED

Hey while AO3 is down

Here is a GDrive link to all my downloaded fics (it's OVER 9,000 2,000)

Mostly Avatar, also The Magnus Archives, Danny Phantom, Teen Wolf, and a few others

Mostly unsorted, some not even intentionally downloaded because the auto-downloader I use is Like That, so consider this a glorified "give me a random fic" button

MAKE SURE TO KUDOS THE AUTHORS WHEN AO3 IS BACK UP

>>> Linkie link <<<

Edit: Note that when AO3 comes back up that link will go dead again... until it's needed, once more

EMERGENCY FANFIC PROTOCOLS: DEACTIVATED

...Until next they are needed

If you were going through these for fic recs, check out my AO3 Bookmarks for the more curated list.

To make your own fanfic backups, I recommend AO3 Downloader or FanFicFare. (I'm not tech support for either; please don't message me for help.)

Happy reading!

[eatrockstheyrock]

Concept for all you writers out there. Wolverines (the animal) naturally secrete a foul smelling oder from their anal glands when provoked or frightened, now imagine Logan comes home to live with Wade and he absolutely stinks. Like seriously, not even the fanciest of soaps keep the smell away for long. And then all of a sudden, one day after a few months of living together the smell suddenly goes away. Wade doesn’t know why but yippee I guess, no more stink, and then one day he does Google it to figure out what that smell was and realises the smell stopped because Logan finally felt fully comfortable living with Wade.

And maybe he makes fun of him a little bit or he never tells anyone and uses the smell to gauge Logan’s actual emotions.

[jesncin]

First School Visit as published authors!!

we've done a handful of school visits before as comic artists, but this is the first time we've been invited as published authors (for a school's literature event no less!). These photos are a mix of being taken by me and the wonderful staff of British School Jakarta.

We talked to secondary students of all ages! From "what's it like to make comics" to Career Talk for the seniors. We also had the absolute pleasure of befriending fellow visiting author Will Kostakis, a seasoned professional at school visits and prolific Aussie writer! I'm reading his book "We Could Be Something" and loving it. We're still blown away by his kindness and enjoyed bickering about the publishing industry together, haha.

We couldn't have asked for a better school to do our first author visit! Tightly organized, fun crowds of kids, and an incredibly supportive staff team. This has! Ignited me to the challenge of school visits! I really enjoy these, and I can't wait to make all the more books so I can do this all over again. Just a delightful week.

[warglaives]

mountain grows and carves his own drumsticks

it becomes a yearly tradition that he dedicates a few weeks to. harvesting the wood, cutting it into sections, drying it out, and then carving and sanding each stick to his exact preferences. of course, no single stick is perfect, but the care put into each one makes up for it.

especially after the other ghouls catch on to the process, asking to help at any step they can, whether its having rain and aurora help gather and sort wood or asking dew, cumulus, and cirrus if they would mind speeding up the drying process, even swiss and phantom sitting with mountain to learn how to carve and sand despite it taking a good amount of patience and time. the biggest downside to the process is when a stick is broken, the dramatics from the other ghouls gets turned up to 11.

its all worth it to mountain, though.

[jojolightningfingers]

not done yapping about ace actually do you know there's people out there who think that ace was shanghai'd into joining the whitebeard pirates? that's insane to me. chapter 552, go read it again right now. it could not possibly be less of one if it TRIED.

like. ace is the aggressor in that situation. indisputably. whitebeard was minding his own business and all of a sudden along comes this young punk who makes it incredibly clear that he's here to take whitebeard's head. who then spurns the unwarranted hospitality they show him when he passes out after five days of fighting jinbei to a standstill. they treat his wounds and he still tries to kill their captain. the simple fact that ace wasn't strung up and quartered as an example is FAR more leniency than he could have expected in that situation, especially considering that whitebeard is known to be a person who adheres to a strict code of honor: sure they might all know that ace just flat isn't strong enough to kill whitebeard, but it's the principle of the thing.

but no! they let him stay aboard and recover. they do no harm to ace's crew or ship in the interim, aside from the incident pertaining to the spade pirates trying to get THEIR captain back in which the whitebeard pirates AGAIN are NOT the aggressors. none of them were killed. no manhunt was ordered on them. they ALSO are allowed to stay aboard. they let ace make attempt after attempt on whitebeard's life for seemingly weeks, possibly even months. and to top it all off, after who knows how long of that shenanigans occurring DAILY, it is straight up said in plain text that ace is free to leave. he can take his ship and take his crew and leave, and come back and try again once he gets stronger. subtext: he can also leave and not come back, and nobody will pursue him.

he is ALSO free to choose to stay on the moby dick. but the price for doing that is a--frankly QUITE reasonable--'stop trying to kill our captain and join us'. like they ask the absolute bare fucking minimum of him and they leave the choice up to him. absolutely nowhere in the text is any sort of coercion or manipulation. it is an offer, not an ultimatum. and it's one that ace accepts. that's all. that's all that happens.

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[osteochondraldefect]

Sweet reward for obeying commands

[so-very-small]

in most size fiction, you’ll see giants trapping tinies in a variety of objects. things like small boxes, under cups, perhaps in a clean jar. all of those are safe for a tiny. however, you’ll never see a tiny trapped in a plastic bottle, or a styrofoam container, and that is because tinies can actually leech micro-plastics and styrene from their surroundings and concentrate it into a venomous substance they can shoot from their gills, like that freakyass dinosaur in that one Jurassic Park movie. the only notable exception to this are those plastic little bug containers with a magnifying glass at one end they sell at the dollar store with a shitty net. those are able to hold tinies without any effects; science is unable to explain why.

[lazylittledragon]

right now i'm very torn between "taking critique is important as an artist and it's not an attack on me personally" and "people commenting about my same face syndrome under my posts upsets me an unreasonable amount and i wish they would stop doing it"

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

MDZS Disco Elysium AU part 2 - Psyche Skills

Part 1 - Part 3

[tyrantchimera]

Something I've noticed about being in a small, 'dead' fandom... when you're a content creator, it's like the whole remaining fandom *reacts* when you do anything. I'm in a small but dedicated group of authors for a small fandom. If one of us posts after a dry spell, the rest of us perk up. The fans react. Other creators (like myself) are inspired to make their own stuff.

For a small while, we aren't just small-time creators. It's like we're the franchise itself! Everyone knows when we post stuff. Our content is THE content.

Wow. What a feeling.