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defilerwyrm · 1 year
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how to get your comment deleted in 1 easy step!
Me: *about to go back to bed*
Gmail: New comment on AO3!
Me: ooh clicky
The comment: I voluntarily read this fic with the archive label Choose Not To Warn and am now upset that you did not leave a content warning in the tags, fix this immediately
Me: ✨no✨
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teruvash · 6 months
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posted this in a trigun server the other day and i still think it's really funny
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robobrainrot · 10 months
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Am I allowed to say "if you ever put my work into ChatGPT or another ai, I'll rip your nuts off" in my Ao3 end notes?
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urchintoast · 1 day
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Good news! One of my muses has apparently returned from the war and I’ve had the tiniest bit of inspiration to write again finally 🥳
Bad news… the inspiration is not for any of my current works in progress or any of my already planned fic ideas. So everything I’ve excitedly talked about or worked on before and then put on hold because writers block is still blocked. 😔
But at least there’s something flowing again?
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b-radley66 · 20 days
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Expanded Universes (General) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: T’Varilyn, T’Pol Additional Tags: Grief, Vulcan Culture(s), Human/Vulcan Relationship(s), Weekly Challenge: The Dolphins Were Right Series: Part 15 of Borderlines: Missing Scenes Summary:
A granddaughter learns that life is what it means to her, rather than others. From an expert.
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deadgit · 1 year
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I just wrote the WORST wedding vows ever~
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a-single-tulip · 1 year
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I suffer from "can't post this fic until all chapters are completed" disease...sadly, there is no cure.
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williamrikers · 1 year
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no, dude on quora, i do not care about your very detailed sexual fantasies, i just need an exact description of the physical sensations of doing certain things with a penis so i can more accurately write filthy porn. get with the program
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ambersock · 1 year
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I should have had this done in February, but I'm finally making real progress on the final chapter of Post Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc after being delayed by bronchitis, cracked ribs, and a virus. Hopefully it will be finished in early April.
Thank goodness this is only a hobby.
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retro-friki · 1 year
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I just had a great idea for my next fanfiction. *Grabs an OTP and tosses them into the air fryer*
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acountrygirlsfun · 4 months
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This first fic I’ve worked on to completion is 17 little sections. The next one I drafted?
At least 30 💀
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defilerwyrm · 9 months
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I'll be the first to admit I greatly enjoy taking the mechanics of D&D into consideration when writing fanfic and it's definitely fun to discuss how something would work in RAW, but ultimately, it's your fic and you're free to add, remove, or modify whatever you please. I live by the same philosophy as I do playing the game itself:
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zylev-blog · 5 months
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Bruce was sitting in front of a fire. He had just gotten done cooking his dinner, and had began eating. A teen he didn’t recognize sat next to him. Bruce barely paid the teen any attention; in this time period, kids were more fiercely independent than the teens of his age were.
“So,” The teen drawled, getting his attention.
Bruce internally growled. He didn’t want to make small talk. Just as he was about to tell the teen off, the teen continued speaking.
“What’s Bruce Wayne doing in 1732?”
He choked on his food. He hadn’t heard that name in years. He had gotten stuck in the past during a League mission, and apparently, nobody could save him… or maybe they didn’t know when to look. He had covered his tracks well, since he didn’t want to disturb the timeline too much.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He deflected.
“Oh? So we’re playing it like that?” The teen hummed, swinging his legs. “You won’t be born for over two hundred years, in a city that doesn’t exist yet, to fight crime as the vigilante known as Batman.”
The teenager was a time traveller. Hope sparked him his chest. Maybe… maybe he could go home. “You’re a time traveller.” He chose to ignore the part where the teen knew he was Batman.
“Yeah,” The teen said. “I’m Danny. I’m from your future, about, uh, five years after you vanished? Dick adopted me. Found me dead in an alley and brought me back to life. Brought me into the fold, and stuff. I have powers, and one of them is to travel in time. You wouldn’t believe how hard it was to find where you went.”
The teen looked like adoption bait. He could understand why Dick would’ve adopted him. But then again, he was still stuck on the part where Dick had adopted a kid at the same age he had adopted Dick.
“Are you here to take me home?” He asked.
“If you want to.” Danny hummed, “But uh, can’t be to the time you left. Timeline disruptions and all that, yknow? I can take you to my time. It’s like… ten years after you vanished.”
“Please.” Bruce begged. And how far had he fallen to beg a teen?
Danny grinned. “Dad’s going to be so jazzed!”
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urchintoast · 5 months
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Moodboard Mini Challenge
Rules: Throw together four pictures that best encapsulate the vibes of your fave/most recent fic/idea/brain worm.
I was tagged by @fayes-fics 🫶 not sure what’s more dangerous me downloading canva to make this moodboard, or me searching Pinterest all night for just the right pictures for said moodboard 😅 (who said I need to get any work done tomorrow??)
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This is for my fic Fear, which is my most popular fic here on tumblr! 🥹🫶
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b-radley66 · 2 months
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Wonderful commission from @punkzcakes of two Fulcrums. The ‘other’ Fulcrum is an OC known only as Face; she was raised by a Mandalorian after she tried to pick his pocket. Ahsoka realized that she needed to be in more places than she could be. Of course, this is either a discussion of Rebellion Things (tm) or Face trying to get Fulcrum-Prime to audition for dancing at the club. Fulcrum-Prime maintains that she doesn’t need to audition, she has experience dancing on Jabba’s sail-barge, which is a story in itself.
Please, go visit @punkzcakes and if they have commissions available, commission them! They are so talented and great to work with!
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salty-an-disco · 2 months
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This is the story of a man named– wait… you’re not Stanley! And this isn’t–
Hmmm. Well, this is awkward. Wouldn’t you know about a man named Stanley? Works in an office, likes to push buttons– No?
Oh, well, while this isn’t my usual script, it does seem that there is a story to be found here. Isn’t that nice? Oh, and would you look at that– It seems like you’re the hero of it! How fun!
OK, let’s see–
You’re on a path in the woods. And at the ending of that path is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin is a princess.
You’re here to slay her. If you don’t, it’ll be the end of the world.
Oooohh, concise, but immediately intriguing. With a nice twist of expected roles. I like it!
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