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oh I wasn’t aware it was feeding the ai. I’ve inserted hundreds of fics into chatgpt for their continuation or for a different plot within the same context just for fun and out of curiosity… but I’ve never posted any of them…

Indeed, anything that is given to AI it can use later to draw from. That's why it doesn't matter if you post them or not as it has now access to those writers' texts without their permission.

~Mod L

#please don’t ever do anything with another person’s work that you wouldn’t be okay doing to your medical records

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For those of you who want to lock all of your works with all the silly AI scraping of AO3 (which AO3 is recommending you lock your works, as stated in this post)

Here is a quick and easy guide of how to edit ALL of your works at once.

From your Dashboard click on “edit works” on the far right. This will bring up all of your works that you can select.

Select all the works you want to edit, then hit “Edit” at the bottom right.

Scroll to nearly the bottom of the page where you find “Visibility” and select “only show to registered users” and then update at the bottom.

That’s it, all of your works have now been locked without having to go in and edit each fic individually.

I hope this helps!

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Fandom: Lord of the Rings

Pairings: Frodo Baggins/Samwise Gamgee

Summary:

From: Pippin Took  sam sam sam. i know shit all about poetry. i am simply an incredibly good looking and hilarious and generous and beautiful soul with 10 million subscribers across 8 platforms  but 4 this last reason i DO know numbers. rupi kaur WHO? Banazîr Galbasi OUTSOLD 

From: Sam  Did you just have to Google and then copy and paste my alias into that text 

Samwise Gamgee has a secret. By day, he’s a cleaner and sometimes gardener living with his father and sisters. By night? He’s a famous poet, who published anonymously and suddenly stopped writing several years ago. 

Frodo Baggins doesn’t know any of this. All he knows is he has a thesis to write, and Pip is swearing up and down he can put Frodo in contact with the mysterious poet who is the subject of said thesis … 

Notes: A modern AU social media fic starring Poet!Sam, PHD!Frodo, and a social media superstar!Pippin. Please enjoy the silliness!

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Is it not enough to intensely daydream a fanfic in painful, emotional and visual detail constantly for over a week? Must I also convert it to doc/word format as well?

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🌤️🌩️? :)

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP. From the next chapter of The Trouble With Mistletoe:

Sherlock lit up like a teacher who had just laid eyes on their favourite student. “Hey, Dirk! How’s life treating you?”

Dirk let out a long, low humourless laugh.

“Ignore him,” said Todd, “he gets like this sometimes, between cases. Acts like a …” He whacked Dirk in the thigh and motioned for him to sit up, “… like a Yorkie that needs a walk.”

“Todd, don’t be ridiculous,” Dirk said, batting him away, “I wasn’t even from the North. Or – alright, I spent a few months in Middlesborough. Maybe a few years in Manchester, in total, if you added it all up. But I wasn’t even from Reading originally, I assume, so maybe I shouldn’t even be identifying as existing within the North-South dichotomy …”

“What are you even talking about,” Todd griped, then realised belatedly that he was smiling.

Second one under the cut!

🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP. From Timebomb, an AU where everything is the same but Todd is the one whose future self gave him plot spoilers instead of Dirk, resulting in Todd being the one to pursue Dirk at the start of the Spring case.

Awash with these resentful thoughts of lingering indignation and mutiny, Dirk starts towards the bathroom, tossing the blue jacket on the bed as he passes and peeling off his jumper. He’s unbuttoning his shirt with one hand and opening the bathroom door with the other, and so both hands are fully occupied when he opens the door and finds, quite unexpectedly, a man kneeling on the floor of his bathroom. Dirk screams. The man screams too. Dirk, having neither hand immediately free in the moment to seize a weapon, yanks the door shut on what his reflexes seem to judge as the next best option. That’s just the reaction of a split second though – Dirk’s next, more conscious reactions are to back away from the door, look about for something heavier than a remote control, find nothing, and shriek again when the bathroom door reopens, this time from the inside. “Hey, um,” begins the intruder. Dirk throws the remote control at him. “Ow!” The man staggers back, clutching his smarting forehead. “Hey!” Dirk rankles at that, “‘Hey?’ ‘Hey?!’ Don’t ‘hey’ me, you’re the … If anyone here should be ‘hey’-ing it’s me who should be doing the …” The sentence ends in another small shriek as the man starts forwards out of the bathroom. “Stay back!” Dirk does his best to look threatening and imposing, brandishing both hands karate-style before he can stop to consider that such a pose is neither threatening nor imposing, especially not when struck by a white man with less muscle tone than stick of celery.

#thank you!!!! #wips #asks #ask games #dghda #agent-p-94

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❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

Thank you for asking! This is a large snippet from Self Embroidery, a fic I started back in 2020 and which I'm hoping to finish sometime between finding a wedding photographer and picking up a couple of other fics. This fic was written for Big Bang thread art done by Juniper, who was extremely understanding when I went and had a literal nervous breakdown and was balancing that with being back at work for the first time in years. The fic is about Farah struggling to find her feet with a new sense of identity post season two, particularly with coming to and processing the realisation that she's queer. There's background Brotzly which mostly acts as a catalyst for some emotional conflict around internalised amatonormativity and fear of abandonment, but it's mostly Farah introspec.

“Don’t know why I didn’t have a bi pride thing on my last jacket,” he says to her directly, as if trying to make up for ignoring her for five minutes. “Probably because I was still an egg. I made it ages ago.”

Farah isn’t sure whether she’ll look stupid for asking what an egg is in this context, or whether it’s one of those weird Brit-isms or even weirder Dirk-isms that Todd has picked up in the last three weeks.

“I can probably find something up the road.” Todd turns back to the patches. “There’s that market there on Saturdays …”

“The one without the fish?” Dirk says absently, still fiddling with the button placement.

Todd smacks his hand away. “Yeah, the one without the fish. I’ll –”

“If you’re going to the market, can I come with you?” Farah blurts out. It’s not exactly smooth, and it sounds a bit too much like a baby sister begging her brother to take her to the park, but she’d finally seen an opportunity and had leaped for it.

Todd looks a bit startled, even confused, and Dirk, half-leaning against the desk, looks similarly bemused. Farah silently prays that they don’t swap a glance. She’s not sure she’ll be able to handle the embarrassment of them swapping a glance.

“… Sure,” Todd says after a beat, “They’ll probably have those roasted almonds you liked –”

“I was thinking more of the – the clothes section?” Farah says, trying to force nonchalance into her voice and simultaneously trying to ignore the much-hated tremor it brings with it. “Since the mansion burned down and being on the run and – and everything, I’ve lost a lot of my clothes and … and anyway I was thinking that … uh …”

She tries to gather up her nerve for the actual question. Dirk and Todd stare blankly back at her.

This is fine, she tells herself. This is normal. This is part of the process.

“I was thinking my wardrobe could use more …” she pauses there, unsure of what word to use, what word she means or wants or feels, and a thrum of panic reawakens. She gestures helplessly at Todd’s shirt, light blue and patterned with cranes, at Dirk’s colorblock pastel jacket.

Understanding kindles in Dirk’s eyes. “… Color?” he says, gently, hesitantly.

#wips #dghda #asks #anon #ask games

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honestly i'm very very tempted to send every emoji at once but i think i ought to try to be polite so: 🌤️ 💧 🌩️ ☔ ? (feel free to skip any)

You're always welcome to send as many emojis as you like for whatever reason but particularly for ask games!

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP. From Self-Imposed, the TMA x DGHDA crossover written in transcript form:

FARAH I heard you when I got in downstairs. The last time I found someone in this room at nine-thirty in the morning it was the Rat King.

MARTIN (sympathetically) Oh, like – like the Corruption? Or … sorry, I think you have different names for them here and I don’t actually –

DIRK No, she means it was literally the Rat King, king of the rats.

💧Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen. From a fic about life immediately post-season two, current working title The Night Sky Settling Over Our Shoulders:

A weight is draped over Dirk’s shoulders; there’s the smell of clean linen, familiar and comforting. What is that? Dirk stirs enough to think, opens his eyes just enough to see a glimpse of rose-patterned flannel blurry on his shoulder. “Better?” says the voice. Dirk is already slipping back into sleep, tucking his head so that his cheek can slip under the warmth of the added blanket. Even as he does so his ever-questioning mind tries to think, again, what is that feeling? Part of his mind suggests a word – though it’s not a word, it’s a name. The rest of his mind vaguely answers that that’s not exactly right, but … “Warm now?” asks the voice again, and now there’s a hand in Dirk’s hair – ah, nice, yes, good … moving that strand that was tickling his temple … “My Todd,” Dirk mumbles to the voice, “looks after me …” Only quiet. Dirk is nestling further and further into sleep, warmth and weight enveloping him. As such, the reply when it comes is faint, already gentle and softened further by the haze of encroaching dream … The hand brushes a downwards path against Dirk’s cheek, until one finger barely lingers at the corner of his lips. “… Yours.”

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🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP. From an as-yet-unnamed smutfic that will probably end up on my smut account, the doc title of which is currently "haha lol well", and the plot of which can loosely be described as Fuck Or Be Inconvenienced:

“How do you even get us into shit like this, Dirk?”

It’s the kind of thing Todd once might have said with far more vitriol – possibly even a bit of shirt-front-grabbing and yelling. These days it’s the kind of thing he still says regularly, but with the tired, grumbling acquiescence of a man who’s accepted his apparent fate. On some days, he’s painfully aware that he barely scrapes ‘grumbling acquiescence’ and veers dangerously close to ‘fond and willing.’

Today his token complaint has come out far more strained than usual, but Todd would argue that that really isn’t his fault, not considering today’s ‘apparent fate.’

“In my defence,” Dirk says in the same low, strained tone, “I didn’t realise it was a sex cult.”

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

I have a fic I'm still in process of plotting out called This, Forever, which is about Bart and Dirk's relationship. It's set a few years after season two, when Bart shows up out of nowhere with Ken in tow, adamant on reconnecting with Dirk. It comes out that Ken, having read their Blackwing subject files, found out that Dirk and Bart are half-siblings who share a mother, and now Bart desperately wants to have a good relationship with Dirk. Dirk is less than enthusiastic about this. Meanwhile, Ken is supposedly not aligned with Blackwing anymore, but Todd, who is extremely mistrustful of anything Blackwing related, isn't totally convinced. During a disastrous meeting that's crashed by Priest, everyone gets split up, with Dirk and Bart stuck together with two kids they've accidentally kidnapped – a ten and thirteen-year-old brother and sister. Todd and Ken are forced to work together to catch up with Dirk and Bart, and Farah is on her own trying to take down Priest, who is still on Dirk and Bart's trail.

I'm still ironing out a lot of things about it and it would probably change a lot, but it's a fic I'd really love to write one day. I know it would be more gen, with background Brotzly and probably some background Bart/Ken, whether that's in a romantic or queerplatonic sense (I can never choose with those two). There would be some of the inherent comedy of the Accidental Baby Acquisition trope but the two kids would also be used to highlight aspects of Dirk and Bart's stories and backgrounds. There would be a lot of delving into the parallels between Dirk and Bart, Todd and Ken, and Farah and Priest, themes about siblinghood and found family, a lot of Dirk and Bart backstory stuff, and also Dirk and Bart driving cross-country in a stolen 1974 Ford Cortina.

#urlocallesbiab #thank you!!! #wips #dghda #asks #ask games

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🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing... ❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing. 🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP. 🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP. 🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP. 💧Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen. 🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP. ☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it? 🌪️Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags.

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Well I should have been working on my wedding dress embroideries today. Instead I wrote multiple pages of fic. Not even my Christmas fic I’m so sorry my TMA crossover. I don’t know how many words I wrote but I wrote them

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So my life is basically falling apart. 

My younger sister tried to kill herself a week ago, and then my youngest sister had a seizure where she stopped breathing and had to go to hospital that they think was caused by the stress of that but they don’t know because the last time it happened they said it was a one time thing and they didn’t look into it properly. 

My mum is falling apart about it, my other sister who is getting married later in this year is having a crisis about whether she even should go ahead with that now, my dad is (predictably) being a dick about it all and refusing to help. I am feeling useless and worried and sick, and I’m having to take unpaid time off to try and support my family despite the fact that most of the useful support I can give would be financial with my mum working two jobs and not being able to go to either with how much this has affected her. 

If you’d like to help out my paypal is here, and my ko-fi is here. Reblogging also helps, as do kind words, cute pictures, and prayers if you are the praying type. I just need to feel like I’m not propping this whole thing up by myself because I don’t have much in the way of strong foundations and I don’t want to be responsible when this all collapses in on me. 

So yeah, thanks for reading. I wish it was nicer news. If you would like pictures of my cats to make up for it I’m happy to provide since they are one of my only comforts right now and they are very cute and lovely. 

Thank you 💜

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It's not an "abandoned" WIP, I didn't intentionally leave it in the forest to die and forget about it, it is a lost wip who wandered into the forest despite my pleas not to. I sit at the edge of the forest every day and hear it calling for help but there is nothing I can do. It is a haunting wip

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I was tagged by @redgoldblue to post a wip snippet, so here's an excerpt from Self-Imposed, the TMA/DGDHA crossover I've been dabbling in since before the last season of TMA aired. I stopped listening to TMA for ptsd reasons and this fic was planned while (I think) season four was airing. It's written in script format mimicking the transcripts for TMA and its basic premise is "Jon and Martin go to Seattle because they hear that a random little detective agency single-handedly stopped a Ritual and they want to know how". It covers themes of self-matyrdom, isolation, and the power of platonic and romantic love.

I tag @gallantrejoinder @dont-offend-the-bees and also simply you, dear reader, if you have any wips you want to share with the world

HENDERSON This isn’t London, Mr Sims. You don’t have a right to know everything you want.

ARCHIVIST Are you … embarrassed? Someone else took care of it, somehow, and you don’t want us to know who it was because it makes the Usher Foundation look bad – that’s it, isn’t it?

MARTIN Jon! For God’s sake –

ARCHIVIST I’m not compelling him, Martin, I’m just using simple –

HENDERSON We are not embarrassed, and you do not get to come here and make assumptions about the efficiency of the Foundation when you have no understanding of what Dirk Gently and his agency do here, wandering in and out all kinds of classified situations as if he knows something, or knows nothing – like he doesn’t even recognise the Terrors at all –

MARTIN Wait – Dirk Gently?

Henderson goes silent.

MARTIN Dirk Gently as in …?

HENDERSON … We believe he originates from the United Kingdom, yes. As far as we can track him. He doesn’t seem to have any proper identification dating prior to his time there –

ARCHIVIST Wait, wait – hold on, who’s Dirk Gently?

MARTIN You know, Dirk Gently.

THE ARCHIVIST Clearly, I don’t.

MARTIN R-really? You don’t – You mean you never read any of his statements?

ARCHIVIST He left statements? Statements in – in the plural?

MARTIN He left dozens! Mostly dating in the late 2000’s, but he did leave one or two after I was hired. I thought he disappeared. Finally got … eaten, or something. I think he must have had an encounter with just about every single Entity I can think of.

HENDERSON Then you’re familiar with the … issues surrounding dealing with him.

MARTIN I never actually met him, I’ve just … I read a lot of his statements, back in the day. When I found one, I – I actually used to save them for my lunch breaks.

ARCHIVIST He wrote statements that you saved … for light reading.

MARTIN He was kind of funny, alright?

ARCHIVIST Funny?

#dghda #tma #wips

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The “Wikipedia of the Vatican” sample of Tom Cardy’s “Pat That Party Dog” but it’s me staring at my Christmas fic like “Wikipedia of Mt Everest why are you in this fic”

#wip #writing has slowed considerably bc I have to meet some deadlines making embroideries for my wedding dress #but I wrote about 3/4 of the next chapter tonight and I might do more tomorrow hopefully #apart from that I’m unpacking house stuff or frantically embroidering while watching kitchen nightmares uk

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My brother has taken up bookbinding in the last couple of years and he’s made me a couple of books (one of which is my immortal, which he bound himself but was typeset and designed by a larger group of people including him - it has fishnet stockings around its cover and I love it)

And he’s working on binding me a real, concrete, hold-in-my-hand, has-pages-and-everything copy of Cheer Up, Buttercup as a present and I’m. SO excited. Every time I think about it I start bouncing. I’m going to put it on my shelf next to my original fiction fairytaling honours thesis and point to it and say to the honours thesis “know your place, weakling”

#cheer up buttercup

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[sobbing and laughing] depictions of human remains in MY fluffy horny christmas fic? it's more likely than you think

#the trouble with mistletoe

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chapter four oh my god, finally

this chapter has a lot of content warnings for themes of death and loss, depictions of human remains, childhood trauma, and hashtag just c-ptsd things

was i planning that? no. i have added an angst tag. please do read the content warnings in the author's notes.

"What Dirk lacked in personal memories of an Actual Proper Christmas, he made up for with an enthusiastic and almost encyclopaedic knowledge of the ins and outs of the holiday as it had been celebrated in the Western world. At one point in his life, he had voraciously devoured every piece of Christmassy information he could find. And of all the Christmas traditions that Dirk had researched, none had managed to fascinate him in quite the same way as mistletoe."

It's less than two months after Bergsberg and Blackwing, and Dirk is determined to make his first Christmas with Todd and Farah as festive as possible. However, he quickly becomes side-tracked by one particular whim: catching Todd under the mistletoe. It shouldn't be that complicated, right? Put up mistletoe, wait for opportunity to strike. Easy and simple. Except that mistletoe proves to be less than easy and never simple, and what starts off as curiosity spirals towards disaster. And Dirk really isn't sure how to feel about the fact that the Universe itself seems to be thwarting his every move.

Hello mon amigos here is the first chapter of the promised Christmas fic. Many thanks to @agent-p-94 for asking me about the wip, you really motivated me to open it up and look at it again. Also many thanks to @goldenaltar for doing all the housework today so that I could work on this fic. You are wonderful and excellent and very good at rolling out gingerbread.

I'm hoping to put out a new chapter of this every day but [giggles nervously] we'll see how that goes. If I do meet that goal though it'll be published in real time, as this chapter opens on the 17th of December, the same day as it was here in Australia an hour and forty-five minutes ago. Which is also actually sort of fitting, as Dirk in this chapter stays up until 2AM. Life imitating art etc.

#the trouble with mistletoe #dghda #brotzly

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#theres so mahny