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commander-rahrah · 5 years

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Residency (An Open Heart Fanfic): PART FOUR

Pairing: MC (Jordynne Holland) X Ethan Ramsey X Bryce Lahela; MC X Bryce; MC X Ethan

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Chapter Rating: T (Swearing, Kissing)

Word Count: 4500+

Description: Jordynne moves out of her Harry Potter room and into the apartment with the other medical interns. She gets a glimpse into Ethan’s world when she learns of his past relationship and meets one of his friends.

Disclaimer: Characters, storyline, and parts of the dialogue are taken from Pixelberry’s Choices. They fully own the characters, dialogue, backgrounds, etc. MC Jordynne’s background is my own creation, based loosely off of MC in-game’s personality and provided with more details.

Author’s Note: This chapter is establishing some history for my MC Jordynne Holland. I love the PB doesn’t get too specific with your MC for Open Heart. I also, got super nerdy and made a fake “pictogram” post for her, because it gets brought up in the chapter. I’m just a little extra. This chapter is leading up to one of my favorite (although devastating chapters) scenes in OH so far. As always, if you wish to be tagged in future updates you can reply or DM me! Thank you so much to everyone for the likes, reblogs and replies <3

Taglist: @drakewalkerfantasy @owleyes374 @professorortegasstudent @mindlessdreaminxo @mayar-mahdy

Previous Updates: Part One, Part Two, Part Three

PART FOUR

Looking at the frigid, concrete storage closet she used to call a room Jordynne couldn’t help but smile. Pulling out her phone, she quickly snapped a picture before shoving it in the back pocket of her jeans. Sienna was sitting on a metal suitcase, waiting patiently as she finished up. “All good to go?” She asked excitedly, jumping off and grabbing the handle.

“Hell. Yes.” Jordynne exclaimed, grabbing onto a cardboard box and pushing it onto her hip. “You guys okay with that?”

Landry gave her a thumbs up from the top of the stairs, where he was balancing the top of the mattress. “Totally!”

She looked to Bryce, standing at the bottom of the stairs, holding the majority of the weight, “I’m pretty sure you’re stronger than Landry.” He whispered to her.

“Pretty sure? Don’t make me kick your ass Lahela.” She flashed him a smile.

“Okay. You definitely are stronger than him. I feel like he was just spotting me when we moved your bed frame.”

Everyone started maneuvering their way up the stairs, using the backdoor to go out onto the driveway where Jackie was waiting with the moving van.

“Thank god I was only renting here on a month by month basis,” Jordynne said, sliding her little box into the back of the truck. She looked back at the house, scrunching her nose up at it.

Landry smacked the side of the truck once her mattress was inside safely. “Okay, all set!” He said, rushing back over to jump in the passenger seat.

Sienna jumped to grab the cord to close the back, before rushing off to her little Kia parked out front. “Come on Jordynne!!” She squealed with excitement.

She lingered for a moment, finding Bryce leaning up against the side of the truck. “Thank you,” She wandered up to him, ”I owe you big time.”

“You owe me, hey?” A devilish grin crossed his face, and he quickly gripped her hands pulling her into him, “I think you still owe me from the last favor I helped you with.”

A smile flashed across Jordynne’s face as she remembered Bryce sneaking her into the observatory of the OR to watch Banerji and Ramsey. “I’ll add it to my tab?” She asked cheekily, pressing her lips softly to his.

Bryce’s lips hungrily pulled her in for more, his teeth biting her lip a little. The beeping alarm of his Apple Watch reminded them of the time. He pulled away reluctantly, “I gotta getting going if I’m gonna get it to the hospital on time.”

“And I,” she glanced at Jackie who was watching the pair of them through the side mirror, a furrow in her brow, “Have some new roommates who have been patiently waiting for me.”

Walking with him down the driveway, they waved Jackie down so she could reverse out. Sienna started her car, rolling down the window. “Thanks for the help Lahela! You’ll definitely be invited to the house warming now!” Her tiny voice called out.

“House party hey? I’ll be there.” He grabbed onto Jordynne’s arm in a silent goodbye, “Make sure you dibs the best room Holland!” He called after her as he started jogging down the street, towards the hospital.

Jordynne ducked her head inside Sienna’s little car, before buckling up. Once she was ready to go, she found her friend smiling at her. “What?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Come on, Roomie. You gonna tell me what’s up with you two?”

“Who two?” She asked in confusion, “Me and Bryce?” She asked, realization dawning on her. “Nothing!”

“Hmmm... Nothing seems like a really good kisser to me.” Sienna smiled at her, her hand playing with air as it hung out of the car window.

Jordynne flushed, “I mean,” She let out a breathy laugh. “Okay, yeah he is. But that’s all it’s been. It’s Bryce you know.”

Sienna scowled at her, her eyebrows furrowed — signaling she did not know.

“Carefree, go with the flow, can flirt with anything with a heartbeat Bryce.” She chewed her lip, “Whatever this is, it won’t be serious. We are two full-time doctors anyways — who has the time for a full-blown relationship between 14-hour shifts and overtime.”

“Me!” Sienna exclaimed, “Wayne and I make the time.”

Jordynne noticed her fingers twitch on the steering wheel slightly as she spoke. She didn’t quite believe her. “Yeah, well…,” She looked out the passenger window, avoiding eye contact, “I don’t. And after Brooks, I’m not sure I’d want to anyways.”

“Brooks?” She questioned, glancing over at her friend as they waited to turn.

Jordynne wracked her head against the window lightly, “My ex in Oregon.”

“Oh. Newly ex-boyfriend?”

Jordynne gulped, “He broke up with me a couple days after I got my acceptance for residency at Edenbrook.”

“What?!” Sienna shouted, her little voice projecting through the car. “Why?”

She turned her face away from hers, looking out at the window at the Boston skyline. “He said he didn’t want to compete — for my attention in a new city with a new job and new friends. But things had started getting rocky before my acceptance — I was in my final year of med school. I spent all my time studying, and in labs, and working. He barely got my attention living on the same campus, never mind if I was living on the other side of the country.”

“How long did you guys date for?”

She finally let herself look at Sienna, pushing back tears, “Five years.”

Her eyes widened, “He threw away five years because of long distance?”

“No. He threw away five years because he knew I would rather be a damn good doctor than just someone’s girlfriend.” Wiping the few tears that broken through, she ground her teeth together in a moment of resolve.

“Wow. I’m really sorry Jordynne.” Sienna left one hand on the steering wheel, the other one grabbing onto her friend’s hand. “You are a damn good doctor. One of the best I know actually.”

She mumbled an embarrassed thanks before the pair sat in silence for a bit. They pulled in behind the moving van in front of their apartment building — Landry, Jackie, and Elijah were already on the sidewalk unloading.

“Hey roomies!” Elijah shouted enthusiastically, rolling over to them with a couple boxes balancing on his lap. “Jordynne, we need a new nickname for you! You don’t live in the cupboard under the stairs anymore!”

“Chosen One no more.” Landry laughed, grabbing a nightstand from the truck. “What do we call you now?”

Jordynne furrowed her brows, “My name?”

Jackie flashed her a devilish grin, “Nice try Holland. We’ll come up with something.”

A laugh escaped Jordynne’s pink lips as she looked at the time on her phone, “If we hurry, we can get the TV set up then we won’t miss the game.”

Everyone but Elijah looked up to her in confusion, “The game?”

Elijah’s brown eyes went wide. “You like baseball?!”

Jordynne scoffed, “I’m a Holland. I love baseball.”

He grinned at her, “Oh my god. Yes!!! No one but my dad will watch games with me. Please tell me you’re a Cubs fan?”

She smirked, crossing her arms over her chest, “Try the Dodgers.”

His smile only grew bigger, “I can change that.”

Jordynne barked out a laugh, “My brother has been trying to get me to be a Giants fan for like 15 years. It’s not going to happen.” But the pair bumped fists anyway.

“How about you guys multitask — baseball talk and bringing our boxes up to the apartment at the same time?” Jackie asked, her voice strained as she picked up a heavy plastic container marked ‘textbooks’.

Straining her neck, Jordynne looked up at the massive apartment building in front of them — a big smile spreading across her face. No more concrete closet bedroom, no more guilt-tripping boyfriends. Just Jordynne in her new city, with her new job and her new friends.

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Jordynne scrolled through the replies on her pictogram photo, smiling as her friends and family congratulated her on her first apartment. A giant smile spreading across her face as she read them.

kenziexoxo: It looks so massive compared to your old dorm room 😂 Also, I spy that green dress Jordy, that is totally mine! Congrats babe 💖

j.holland: Proud of you Smartie. You can toss that Dodgers hat out though 🙄

caaaaaarter: Can’t wait to stay in Boston for FREE now when I visit. That room is big enough for me to crash, right?

Her blonde hair sprawled as she laid down on her new bedspread. All of the roommates had gone to USKEA the day before — everyone chipped in on the yellow sectional and dining room table that could actually fit all five of them and guests on it. Jordynne had picked up some extra stuff too — curtains, plants, a record player — determined to make Boston her new home.

It wasn’t really hard calling Boston her new home. She missed her family and friends for sure, but her new roommates were beyond amazing. Sienna was putting on breakfast spreads almost every day and gave the best advice; Elijah knew baseball inside and out and was always smiling; Landry was the best study buddy and definitely the mom of the group; and Jackie was always making Jordynne laugh, even if she didn’t mean to.

Glancing down at her watch, she realized they had better start heading to the hospital. Smoothing down her blouse, she headed into the living room. “Hey guys, you ready to head out?”

Sleepy groans greeted her in reply, all of them shuffling to their feet — grabbing messenger bags, travel mugs, and headphones. Sienna forced blueberry scones into everyone’s hands as they went through the front door. They had started this routine together in the morning — their shift rotation was still the same for now, so they would all take the subway together. Jordynne sat quietly next to Jackie — both of them had their headphones in, not talking until they started walking to the hospital.

Sipping the final drags of her coffee, Jordynne stuffed the empty travel mug next to her messenger bag in her locker. She put on her white coat, folding up the sleeves a bit before giving everyone a wave.

Walking past the receptionist desk, she recalled the previous night — hiding behind it as she watched Dr. Banerji and Dr. Ramsey arguing. She looked to the hole that Ramsey had punched into a wall in his anger, to find that it was already being patched up by one of the construction workers from the new wing.

Jordynne still couldn’t believe that Dr. Banerji had retired — it seemed so out of the blue. Was that really why Ramsey punched the wall in anger? She knew he was his mentor, but it seemed a little extreme. She had never seen anybody that angry before in her entire life — it had kind of scared her.

Grabbing onto her patient’s chart, she started reading over the notes from the night shift as she walked down the hallway. Jordynne headed into the elevator, clicking on floor five without evening looking up. Not only were the five roommates getting into a morning routine at the apartment, but they were also really starting to feel comfortable in Edenbrook too.

Heading towards her patient’s room, Jordynne’s feet slowed down as she heard Dr. Ramsey’s voice from a nearby room. “This is preposterous, Harper! They’re not ready!”

She walked by the room slowly, glancing through the slats of the blinds in the window. Chief Emery was in the room with him. They were standing close together — Ramsey was fuming, but Emery seemed calm, a small smile spreading across her face.

“Oh, Ethan…” Chief Emery said his voice gently, reaching up and putting her hand softly on his cheek. The tactic worked, because the next words out of his mouth were much quieter — so quiet Jordynne couldn’t hear them.

Jordynne’s mouth opened in shock, “Wait, what? Are they a thing?” Her eyebrows raised on her forehead in surprise, before she started to trip on her feet. Gotta get outta here. She tore away in the opposite direction without looking back at the room.

As she turned the corner, two familiar people brought a smile to her face. “Kyra!” Jordynne lifted her hands in surprise, placing one of them onto the patient’s forearm.

“Good to see you, Doc!” Kyra beamed up at her.

Bryce was at the top of her bed, and he wheeled her to a stop. He grinned at Jordynne. The pair met each other’s stares before she looked back down at the patient. “I haven’t seen you since the surgical interns stole you away.”

Bryce scoffed playfully, “You say ‘stole’. I say ‘rightfully took a surgical case’.”

The patient’s brown eyes flickered between the two of them, “Hang on, two hot doctors fighting over me? Did this cancer get me, because this feels like a ‘died and gone to heaven’ thing…”

She blushed at the comment but ignored it. “You have a very morbid sense of humor, Kyra. So your surgery is soon?”

Glancing up at the clock on the wall, Bryce answered, “It’s right now. A lobectomy, assisted by yours truly.”

She looked at Bryce startled, “What? Kyra! You’re having a lobe of your lung removed today?”

Kyra shrugged casually, “I know, right? It happened kind of fast after the CT results came back. But if the last thing I see before I die is your face, well… There are worse ways to go.”

Jordynne grabbed onto the patient’s arm again, “You’re strong, Kyra. I know you can survive this.”

She smiled at her, “I guess it’ll be harder to die knowing I have a friend cheering me on.”

Bryce intervened, “Kyra, what did we say about all the death talk?”

She grimaced, “Sorry, boss. I’ll start planning for retirement.” She gave him a mock salute.

A chuckle escaped his lips, “Good. Sorry Dr. Holland, but I have to get Ms. Santana here to the OR.”

He went to start to wheel her away, but Jordynne stopped him by grabbing onto his wrist “Bryce, just one more thing…” She pulled him over to the corner with her — out of the patient’s earshot. “Take care of her for me.”

He smirked at her, “She couldn’t be in better hands.” He grabbed onto Jordynne’s fingers, “Seriously, my hands are incredible.”

But Jordynne didn’t let his usually contagious smile take on her face, she looked up at him — her eyes serious. “I mean it, Bryce.”

He dropped his megawatt smile, moving his hand up to her shoulder. “I’m only assisting, but Dr. Zimmerman is an amazing surgeon. Kyra will be golden. We’ll bring her back safe.” He massaged his fingers into her neck slyly, causing her to relax a bit.

She let a small smile form on her lips,” Thanks, Bryce. Really.”

Returning the smile, he turned on his heel and headed back to Kyra. She waved goodbye to Jordynne as they entered the elevator.

An angry voice caused Jordynne to whip around. “Holland! What are you standing around for? Get down to the ER and see if they need any patients admitted!”

“Yes, Dr. Mirani!” She gulped, running towards the ER doors.

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Closing his office door shut, Ethan pulled out his keys to lock it just as he heard the familiar shuffle of slippers. “Hello Mrs. Martinez.”

She wheeled her IV stand over to him, “Oh, Dr. Ramsey. Where has my handsome doctor been?! I’ve haven’t seen you in a couple days darling.” He didn’t mind her pet names — she had one for everyone.

“I’ve just been busy. But I’m never too busy for you.” Holding out his arm for her, she grabbed on and they continued on with her laps.

She beamed up at the man before she continued speaking. “So you’ve been busy. Busy getting into trouble I assume?”

He smiled at her, “Me? Never, Mrs. Martinez.”

She barked out a laugh. “Oh, you can’t look at me with that handsome devil face of yours and tell me you never got into trouble.”

“Okay, there was one time. I was nine years old and I decided to make my parents pancakes in bed like they would do for me on my birthdays. Of course, it was a complete disaster — I split an entire bag of flour all over myself, tracked it all through the house in a panic trying to clean it up… “ Ethan’s voice trailed off as he noticed Dr. Holland get off the elevator, stopping at the nurses' station. He shook his head, continuing to speak, “Finally, my parents come downstairs, I am covered in flour, there are little white footprints all over the floor, and there isn’t a single pancake made.”

“So, what did you do?”

Ethan smiled down at the old woman, revealing his row of white teeth. “I blamed it on our dog, of course! Little tiny human footprints around the whole house and I blamed poor Buddy.”

Another wheezy laughed escaped her, “You wicked thing!” She swatted at his arm playfully, “Oh, but I’m sure you were a lovely boy.”

“More like a loveable scoundrel. I got away with everything.” He said with a laugh.

“Even that one?!” She said in disbelief.

“Ha, even that one. I guess they saw the good intentions of it.” Noticing Dr. Holland still lingering at the nurses' station her eyes on them, he stopped in his tracks. “Sorry Mrs. Martinez, I’ve got to get going.” He made sure she was sturdy with her IV stand before he started heading towards Jordynne.

“Why are you gawping like a fish that’s jumped out of its bowl?”

Her blonde ponytail whipped around as she turned to face him, her eyes going wide. “Nothing! It just looked like you were having fun.” She shrugged, looking back at her clipboard.

He set his mouth into a hard line, “I care for the wellbeing of the people who’ve entrusted their care to me, Rookie. That’s all.”

She licked her pink lips, “Righhhhhht. Okay, I gotta go. Dolores Hudson isn’t going to examine herself…”

Ethan blinked at her, “Did you just say, Dolores Hudson?”

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Yes?”

What was she doing here? What had happened now? Ethan felt his mind starting to race, “I’m coming with you.”

Following Holland into the room, Ethan saw his old friend laying in the bed, a nose tube fed up through her nostril. A blue blanket was wrapped around her swollen stomach — God, how long had it been? She was so far along now.

“Hi Dolores, I’m…” But Dr. Holland was cut off by the patient.

“Ethan!” A bright smile spread across the woman’s face, tubes tugged on her arms as she propped herself up at the sight of him.

He returned her smile, shaking his head slightly, “Dolores! What have you gotten yourself into this time?”

Her shoulders shrugged, “There was a fire at my office. I was upstairs filing away some papers. The elevator shut down, and I couldn’t get down the stairs.” She grabbed onto her stomach, twisting her mouth.

Reaching over to grab her shoulder, he reassured her, “I’ll call your sisters so they can fly in from Minneapolis in the morning. I’m so glad you’re safe.”

Dolores patted his hand, “I’m glad you have a Superman on payroll. The EMT who carried me out was a total hunk.” She winked at Jordynne, who’s face went a little flush at the mention of the EMT.

Holland cleared her throat a little, trying to resume the conversation. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but I’d like to listen to Dolores’ chest.” She unwrapped the stethoscope from around her neck.

Ethan stepped up, introducing the two. “Dolores, this is Dr. Holland. Dolores was my very first patient when I was an intern.”

Jordynne looked taken aback, “Really? Wow!” She wrapped her hands around the railing of the bed, joining the conversation, “Dolores, was he always so handsome?”

Ramsey shook his head, unsure of what he just heard, “Excuse me?”

Dolores giggled, “He was cute, but to be honest, I think he’s aged like a fine wine.”

Ethan’s face went beet red, “Dr. Holland, the examination if you don’t mind?”

He watched as Jordynne bite her pink lip, trying to suppress a laugh. She warmed up her stethoscope with her palm, before placing it on Dolores' chest. He studied her, watching as she listened.

“Okay, a deep breath for me, Dolores.” She listened, staring up into Dr. Ramsey’s eyes as she waited. She gave him a quick shake of her head. “And if you don’t mind me asking, what brought you in back then?”

Dolores smiled, recalling the memory, “Burst appendix. I was totally freaked out, but Ethan calmed me down. Even kept in touch a bit over the years.”

Ramsey flashed a sheepish smile — he felt like his face was going to overheat from embarrassment.

“That’s really sweet. I got my first patient’s contact info, too! You’re making me want to email her and check in!” Jordynne exclaimed.

Looking over to Ramsey, Dolores gave him a smile. “You should! It meant a lot to me.”

Jordynne put her stethoscope back around her neck, putting her hands on her hips. “I’m surprised. It doesn’t seem like you to care about a patient once they’ve walked out the door.”

He rolled his blue eyes, “I was young. On hard days, knowing they were out there living life to the fullest… it kept me going.”

Jordynne stared at him curiously, before turning serious again. “Her breathing is short, as you’d expect. I think we should get her a chest X-ray.”

Grabbing onto her chart at the end of the bed, Ethan read it carefully. That’s not right. He thought to himself, a frown spreading across his face.

Holland moved to his side, noticing his expression. She spoke to him in a low voice, moving her head near his so she could read the chart, “What’s wrong?”

“Her elevated BP. Should be low after smoke inhalation. Let’s take a urine sample too.” He licked his lips, trying to not get worried.

Dolores speaking again, caused them both to snap back to reality — pulling their heads away from each quickly. “Excuse me, Dr. Holland? I remember having my purse on me when the hunk carried me out. Did they bring it in?”

Holland quickly found the purse and gave it to Dolores. But a furrow line developed between her eyebrows as she searched through it. “It’s not here! I must have dropped it outside the office…” Her voice turned sad, her eyes welling up with tears, “It sounds stupid, but I saw this adorable stuffed frog on my lunch break and had to buy it for my little tadpole.” She wrapped her hands around her pregnant belly, “Both of my parents are gone, and Ethan you know, the father’s not in the picture. I just want everything to be perfect for him.”

Ethan gulped guiltily. He did know all those things — he hadn’t spoken to her in so long. She was going through all of this alone. “God, I’m a terrible friend”. He thought.

Jordynne spoke up before he could, “It doesn’t sound stupid, Dolores. In fact, it sounds like you’re going to be a great mom.”

A small smile spread across her face, as she remained stroking her belly. “Thank you. I just… I really wish I hadn’t lost that little frog.”

Holland’s green eyes met Ethan’s blue ones — twinkling at him. A flash of confusion went over his face as he stared at her. What was she plotting?

“I have an idea! Ethan and I will go find it!” Holland blurted excitedly.

Ethan’s eyebrows raised up in surprise at Jordynne’s suggestion. Dolores sat up straighter in the bed, “Really, Ethan? You’d do that for me?”

“Er,” Ethan hesitated, feeling unsure. Was wandering around with Jordynne alone, in the middle of the night with rooms full of patients really the best idea? “Well,” He looked between the two women — both of their eyes pleading with him. “Of course, but Dr. Holland, let’s get that urine sample off to the lab first. I’ll give you ten minutes, then I’ll meet you in the lot.”

Dolores burst out laughing, “I’m twenty-six weeks pregnant. Not gonna take ten minutes to get me to pee!” Dr. Holland strode over to Dolores, helping her sit up.

“I’ll meet you down there, Rookie.” Ethan gave Holland a curt nod, before turning on his heel — heading towards his office.

Unlocking the door, he found his car keys sitting on top of his wooden desk. He jingled them nervously, before putting them in his pants’ pocket. He hung up his white coat, exchanging it for his black rain jacket instead. So, first they share a couple drinks at Donahue’s and now they were driving around at night together for a patient? Ethan shook his head at himself as he walked down the hallway, headed to the elevator. “Whatever happened to work/life balance,” He thought to himself.

Heading outside into the staff parking lot, he clicked his key fob to unlock the door to his sleek, black Mercedes-Benz. Sliding into the leather seat, he drummed on the steering wheel nervously — keeping his eye out for Dr. Holland. When he saw her exit through the door, he made the engine hum to life and pulled the car in front of the sidewalk for her to get in.

“Thanks,” She sayssaid, breathless as she got into the car. She had changed out of her lab coat as well, putting on a thick, grey cardigan with a hood. “Whoa. Great car.” She said as she looked around, pulling her seatbelt over her chest.

Ethan scoffed, “What did you expect, a rusted-out jalopy?”

She rolled her green eyes at him, settling into the leather seat. She played around with her hair, taking pieces of it that had been tucked into her cardigan and flicking it out. Again, her scent wafted over Ethan — jasmine, vanilla, orange blossoms. Why does she keep having to do that? Ethan thought, internalizing the pleasant sound that almost escaped his mouth.

Trying to distract himself, Ethan turned on the radio — a concerto coming on through the speakers. God, of course, this plays first. She’s going to think I’m some pompous asshole who only drinks scotch, drives a Mercedes...

But before he could finish his thought, Jordynne started humming along to it absent-mindedly — staring out at the passing buildings and lights in downtown Boston. Who is this woman?! He thought to himself, swallowing hard. If she just doesn’t speak, and just keeps staring out the window this will be fine.

Dread filled him as he heard her speak up, “So, what’s up with you and Dr. Emery?” His knuckles turned white on the steering wheel, his teeth grinding together. That was the last thing he had expected her to bring up.

Part Five

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mittensmorgul · 5 years

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I recently read a fic on ao3 and it was funny and great and then I thought of a few major changes that would make it even more hilarious. Problem is, I don't know the etiquette here. Should I just go ahead and write my own version? Add a link to the original story and credit it as inspiration? It was based on a prompt so the idea isn't exclusively the author's I suppose. Anyway I'll only be borrowing the start scenario (which is the prompt) and there will be no other similarities. Please help

Hello there. I’m gonna start what I expect will be kind of a long essay by saying there is an awful lot to unpack here… Starting with the fact that there is a chasm of difference between taking inspiration from a prompt fill fic and imagining an entirely different scenario, and starting that from a mentality of “I can do better than you.” The first is at the root of all of human creativity. We all bounce off one another and take inspiration from each other, and the entire history of human storytelling is essentially one long conversation. But the second part of this historically leads to fisticuffs. No, really. Google “famous literary feuds” for all the reasons why.

It’s not so much a difference in practical terms, but in your approach and understanding here.

So this is why I saw this ask in my inbox late last night and decided I needed to go to sleep rather than trying to answer you right away. But now I have coffee, so let’s give this a try. :P

I’d start by asking what the source of the prompt was. Was it a tumblr post? A prompt from a prompt list? Even one of those “pick a pairing and a prompt and I’ll write a short ficlet” posts? If so, you’re probably free to use the prompt by going back to the original fic prompt list. People publish those as jumping off points to write fic, and they actively WANT people to use them this way.

If the prompt, however, was given to a specific author by someone, you might want to at least ask that author if it would be okay for you to write something of your own based on the prompt. And at least try not to frame it as “I can write something better than you did” when you ask. That’s just rude and demoralizing for the author who’s already published a fic for that prompt, you know?

I get fic ideas all the time from random places, but there’s a different etiquette for each of them.

Sometimes a random tumblr post will give me an idea, and I’ll go talk to the OP privately, both because it’s FUN to talk about someone’s wild headcanon with them, and because you’re approaching the person who had the initial idea with courtesy and in the spirit of collaboration, rather than from this place of “stealing their idea.” The first builds good fandom feelings, while the second tends to do the opposite. I have a couple of experiences here that will hopefully illustrate the difference.

A few years back, when Lizbob was running the Great Meta Scavenger Hunt during s12, it led to the creation of the Great Fic Writer Scavenger Hunt. The theory behind it was that any number of authors could take the same fic prompt based on a single trope paired with a single distinctive character trait and the results would all be entirely unique stories. The intent was to prove that just because an idea had been written before, it becomes a new story when written by someone else, you know? And it was TRUE.

http://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/tagged/the-great-fic-writer-scavenger-hunt/chrono

We had DOZENS of authors participate, and despite all writing “the same story” every week, NONE of the resulting stories were even remotely the same.

On the other hand, I posted an insomnia-inspired headcanon a few months ago, and within five minutes after posting it, my insomnia brain– with an assist from a more rational point of view thanks to lizbob– had taken that little notion and spun it out into long fic in my head. I went back to my original post to laugh at myself in a reblog, announcing that I was gonna write long fic of the thing and for people to stay tuned for more, but other folks had already reblogged the original with comments to the effect of, “Someone should write this fic!” The worst thing was that other authors were tagged into it. As if my highly specific headcanon was suddenly communal property. Because the implication behind it– whether it was the truth or not– felt like “I like this headcanon, but have decided that I don’t want the OP to actually write this story because I like XYZ author’s writing better.”

And I know that was not the intent of the folks who added those comments to my post, but as someone who actively writes fic for this fandom, it felt like a slap in the face.

Now if those same people had replied, “OP please write more of this!” or “What a cool idea!” or even if they’d come to me privately and said, “Hey this is a cool idea, do you mind if I use it to write a longer fic?” I would’ve been HAPPY about it.

Can you see the difference here, anon?

The result was a rather frustrating back and forth where I was told that because I posted the idea in public it was effectively free real estate for anyone else to squat on. I mean, isn’t that what we’re all doing with the source material we base all our fan creations on anyway? We don’t ask the Supernatural writers for permission to use their characters, their settings, their intellectual property to create our own stories and art, right?

But the difference here is apparently too subtle for some folks to grasp. The Supernatural writers aren’t part of our fandom community. And the culture within fandom operates on different rules. Fandom creators are not source creators, and yes we all collectively “steal” from the same source, but it sort of defies the underlying premise that fandom creators as a whole are operating on the same level to suggest that “stealing” from another fandom creator is the same thing.

From my understanding, the entire point of fandom creators doing what they do is to build a community together around the thing we all love. There is a way to do that in good faith, through collaboration and the free sharing of ideas and creations.

I hope this makes sense.

The result of all of that was that I set aside another project I’d been wanting to write and instead began spite writing my own headcanon post. It was like pulling teeth at first, because there was so much Bad Fandom Feeling attached to the concept that the words just didn’t want to come. It’s FINALLY flowing now, though (after several months of the aforementioned teeth-pulling), and is nearing 18k words. I’m hoping it’ll be done and ready to post by the end of March, so I can FINALLY go back to writing the thing I’d originally wanted to work on before this nonsense blew up.

I’ve also unfortunately been one of the authors tagged in on someone else’s headcanon post in the past. I know the folks who do this think it’s flattering, and they’re just excited about an idea and want to read more of it, but the correct etiquette is ALWAYS to approach the OP in PRIVATE before taking their idea and writing it yourself, or pointing another author in the direction of the post and suggesting they write it for you.

I can guarantee you that 99 times out of 100, the OP will actually be flattered you enjoyed their idea so much you want to read more of it if you frame it from a place of appreciation and excitement, rather than from a place of selfish entitlement or superiority.

I’ve talked about this before, but this is how I have always approached fic writing. I got my first idea for a long fic from the Valentine’s Day Collab fic that Winjennster ran back in 2015. I told her I had an idea based on her prompt that I wanted to write as a much longer fic than would fit into the 3k limit for the collab, and she told me to go forth and be fruitful with my words. Actually, I think her exact words were more like “HELL YES! YOU DO THAT!” or something, but the spirit was the same. :P

The next fic I wrote (Project Beyonce) was inspired by a series of tumblr crack posts about “what sort of tumblr blogs would each member of TFW run?” And I reblogged them with commentary about how this would make a hilarious fic, because they were that sort of “conversational thread” of crack headcanons where that sort of addition was more than welcome. Not to mention I was already on friendly terms with the other participants in the thread, so it wasn’t strange for me to zoom in out of the blue and announce I was writing fic inspired by those posts. Even though my fic was set in an AU, and the only commonality was the fact that Dean and Cas were on tumblr. Nothing else about my fic was even remotely similar to the canon crack headcanons from those posts, and I don’t think that anyone involved in the original threads was upset that I’d written fic based on Dean being Cas’s favorite tumblr anon…

My first DCBB (Revenge of the Subtext) was inspired by a crack post made by @nicelimabean. One single sentence about Jensen and Jared walking into a con dressed like Sam and Dean and covered in dirt and blood, and suddenly I had 80k of fic running through my head. I sat there and stared at her post for like five minutes and then went immediately to the chat bubbles to ask– nay, beg– to use her post as a fic prompt for the DCBB. We talked it over for a good long while, both of us growing more excited as the ideas spun out, and long story short, not only did I make a wonderful fandom friend, she ended up beta reading for me and being an ongoing source of encouragement and support in fandom. We even met in person at a con (!) and spent the weekend cackling about how everything felt like a reference to RotS (since at the time we were the only two people on the planet who’d read the fic or even knew what it was about, because DCBB rules of secrecy).

Since then, I’ve gotten ideas for fic from tumblr (and always asked the OP for permission to write their idea– like for fic such as Plotbunny which was based on the combination of ideas from @bluestar86 on a WONDERFUL way to confirm Dean’s bisexuality in canon and Lizbob’s long desire for an Easter Bunny episode, combined with the fact that Easter fell on April Fool’s Day last year… to ideas for The Terminal Job based on chats with @truebluecas about an airport AU WHICH I AM SO SORRY STROB I STILL HAVE IT ON MY LIST TO WRITE AND I SWEAR I WILL WRITE IT EVENTUALLY D:

I’ve also had the reverse happen, where someone read one of my fics and was inspired to write their own fic based on Revenge of the Subtext. They approached me in private with the idea and asked for my blessing to write it. Honestly, I was FLOORED that anyone would be inspired by my words like that, and eagerly encouraged them to write their idea. I’ve also had people give me fic ideas in comments on AO3, in chats both on tumblr and Discord, which turned into longer conversations and eventually more fic (or at the very least to ideas on my To Be Written list). But I always ALWAYS ask permission from the other person or people before writing their ideas. And I have NEVER been told that I was not permitted. People are usually PLEASED that their ideas are deemed worthy by another writer, you know? It’s exciting!

This also goes for art inspired by fic, but in a slightly different way. If someone (anyone!) was inspired to draw something based on something I wrote, I will UNIVERSALLY BE THRILLED that my words inspired someone’s creativity in a different medium. But the key here is it’s a different medium. Nobody ever has to ask permission to art my fic. But that’s not the same as wanting to rewrite my fic into a different story, you know?

Not to mention, collaborating and asking permission and sharing the enthusiasm for an idea or a story like this with others has the potential to boost ALL of your creations. You could build resentment in fandom from other creators, or you can all lift each other up. Starting from the standpoint of communal excitement can result in mutual promotion of each other’s works, you know? Do you want a built-in cheerleader for your work, to build connections in fandom that will eventually support ALL of your works? Then your approach to sharing ideas this way is the key that could potentially unlock that door, or conversely lock it behind you. Your choice, really.

Wait, what was I talking about again? OH right. The whole entire point of fandom. We’re all of us in this same boat, sailing the seas of our chosen Source Material together. You can use your creative abilities for Good, to build communities up, or you can be That Asshole who tries to build themselves up while effectively shading or demoralizing other fandom creators in the process.

So what I’m saying here isn’t necessarily about your desire to write something based on someone else’s idea, but more about the approach you take to it. It costs zero dollars to be polite about it and approach it from a direction of good will and joy in creating for the thing we all love together, you know?

#fandom problems #writing is hard #Anonymous

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whydoyouthinkileft · 7 years

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I think I wrote some headcanons here that I haven’t told to many people just yet too

PLEASE REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG! Feel free to add to any of your answers! The purpose is to tell your partners about the way you write! For the multiple choice ones, BOLD all that apply and, if you want, italicize if it’s a conditional answer!

– B A S I C S –

NAME : Ele ARE YOU OVER 18? Yes / No IS YOUR MUSE? Yes / No

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU WRITE WITH? No (anyone) / Semi (most) / Yes / Highly / Private (mutuals only)

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU FOLLOW? No (anyone) / Semi / Yes / Highly / (I only follow people I want to roleplay with. Also sometimes blogs with muse-inspiration things)

IF YOURS IS A CANON MUSE, HOW MUCH DO YOU STICK TO IT? Not at all / A little / Some / Mostly / Strictly / (OC) (I go au about some facts that I prefer to think didn’t happen, I give my own interpretation of some of her reactions and lines she says that might have no canon confirm, I love AU threads and when I start threads based on the episodes they go off canon eventually because otherwise nothing would happen, plus because I write a blog and not write a tvshow with lots of characters I can focus on all her issues and develop them. So the result is a different Jemma, I guess - though it is fun that some things I wrote during s2 came true in the last two seasons. I cursed her)

WHAT POST LENGTHS DO YOU WRITE? One Liners / Single-Para / Multi-Para / Novella (often the longest it is, the more it tames for me to be able to reply, other times I can only find inspiration for the one novella thread. I just know I can’t keep things short for long, I don’t like one liners, and sometimes I need short threads but they end up getting longer the more Jemma feels/thinks/says)

DO YOU USE ICONS AND/OR GIFS? No / Gifs / Icons / Gif icons (whatever the other person uses. Normally I post starters with icons)

DO YOU WRITE ON OTHER PLATFORMS? No / Yes

WHAT LEVEL OF PLOTS DO YOU WRITE? Un-plotted / Open-Ended Plots / Semi-Plotted / Fully Plotted (I can definitely write all of these BUT really, it’s so hard to predict actual reactions characters will have once we are writing and specific sentences are said, that in the end I just prefer having a general idea and then letting the thread develop... even if sometimes it means that the careful plotting part goes to hell because when we write the talk they have they take one word wrong or suddenly decide to say things I hadn't plotted for them to say, and it doesn't feel true if I don't follow what feels right for the character on the spot. So 'we have this fight and then they part ways for a while' can turn into 'oh look she said I love you and they are together now, because he had a sad face'. That's fun too. Though I definitely enjoy going to fangirl in private chats and write about 'hey imagine if this happens' and discussing facts that don't get to be written in long-term threads)

HOW QUICKLY DO YOU USUALLY RESPOND TO THREADS? Very Slow (< a month) / Slow (3–4 Weeks) / Average (1–2 Weeks) / Fast (>One Week) / Very Fast (>Three Days) (THERE IS NO IN BETWEEN. I have threads for MONTHS that I can’t reply to but I don’t want to drop because I know inspiration might strike, and that I don’t expect people to keep up once I reply. Or sometimes I just gotta reply instantly or the reply is gone forever.)

WHAT TYPES OF THEMES DO YOU LIKE? (Feel free to add!) Fluff / Angst / Smut / Action / Tragedy / Domestic / Family / Conversational / Hurt-Comfort / Crack / Adventure / Romance (Hurt comfort turning into romance is my thing. Same as ‘friends who are family’. When it comes to action, I get bored after a while if there is no time for characters to talk, the tvshow has already so much actions anyway, what I'm interested in is making characters talk, develop feelings, clear misunderstandings, be happy. Exactly because the tvshow doesn't do that as much. Also tragedy up to a certain level because otherwise there is just no more growing from there, so it's complicated, I can't write 50 replies with Jemma trying to keep someone from falling apart without getting tired and sad myself, given that I already had too many threads like that and that it's dangerously close to real life, and I can't write too much tragedy for Jemma or for people close to her without them realistically losing any hope and chance to make it, so there has to be a limit. And I need the happy ending. Though it's important to me to have a bit of everything in every thread: humor, fun, hurt-comfort, some angst, lots of talking, some action -sometimes bad stuff happening and them having to deal with it- as long as in the long run it's clear that it's building something nicer and happier with less pain coming. Like okay, now that the danger is over, let's be all cute and fluffy, then let's deal with this emotional issue from your past, then there is comforting, then there is more nice stuff, then facing some other problem together instead of fighting. And so on.)

WHAT GENRES DO YOU LIKE? (Feel free to add!) High Fantasy / Supernatural / Science Fiction / Historical / Horror / Comedy/ Romantic / Drama / Action / Adventure / Espionage / Everything (this seems a lot like the previous one?)

THEMES YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING? (not triggers) No / Yes (I don’t write threads with one of our characters abusing the other - unless through brainwashing and even then only in a physical or emotional way. And I prefer not to write too much about death, about torture while it’s happening unless I’m the one writing it so I can get away from it if necessary. I’m very okay with recovery from it, though. Oh, also, I’m not extra comfortable writing characters who cannot be comforted, or refuse help for too long/until the end because I get anxious about where the thread is going, and also writing about fussy kids, as weird as that can sound.)

DO YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS? HOW SHOULD IT BE TAGGED? No / Yes (Though I appreciate people tagging content non suitable for work so it’s not right in my face, and other triggery things in general)

– S H I P P I N G –

WHAT TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic / Platonic / Familial / Physical / Sexual (I’m a fan of friends or frenemies with benefits turning into romance in the sappiest way tbh)

WHAT TYPES OF PRE-ESTABLISHED SHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic / Platonic / Familial / Physical / Sexual (depending on how much me and the other mun plotted before, or how much we wrote in the past, so I know they won’t assume stuff that is not true for my Jemma)

DO YOU HAVE OTPS? No / Chemistry only / Yes (a bit of both, chemistry made Jemma/Ward and Jemma/Hunter and Jemma/Mace happen in the past and they became OTP too because I get super-excited about my ships)

DO YOU HAVE NOTPS? No / Yes / I don’t know (I’m not writing Jemma/Will unless plotted as a past ship that ended after the planet whether he was saved or not and only in verses where she had no romantic attachment to Fitz nor any other character - like when I write her ending in the planet in au verses where she is dating Ward or Hunter? Nope. Also Jemma with Coulson, May, Daisy, Mack, Bobbi? Nope)

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION? Heterosexual / Heteroflexible / Bisexual / Homoflexible / Homosexual / Pansexual / Demisexual / Sapiosexual / Asexual / Attracted to masculinity / Attracted to femininity / Attracted to androgyny / sex favorable / sex repulsed / (very, very attracted to men - it’s a particular form of attraction. While her eyes find aesthetically pleasing some muscular, symmetrical men, and she’s very open to sex especially no strings attached, she also gets particularly attracted to specific areas - for example, abs. Or arms. And her attraction is given by ‘looks + what she can do to that person or what the person can do to her’, like ‘oh he has such muscular arms he could pick me up so easily’. Which is why once she starts dating one person, other men are aesthetically pleasing but not attractive, because half of what causes her to be attracted - what they could do for her or viceversa - is missing and she has no interest in them. Someone's personality can also attract her, if they banter with her enough, and then she'll find their bodies attractive too, though. Enthusiastically so. But most of her life sex was just one way to either have fun or vent, so she just picked men she could tell would be 'entertaining' for one night, especially if they looked very masculine but gave her the impression that they'd let her lead.)

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S ROMANTIC ORIENTATION? Heteroromantic / Heteroflexible / Biromantic / Homoflexible / Homoromantic / Panromantic / Demiromantic / Sapioromantic / Aromantic / Polyamorous /romance favorable / romance repulsed (she didn't really understand love all that well, and when I write her either she has never been in love before Fitz, or if she's not with Fitz at all, she still doesn't get well how it works and will need time to understand how she feels, both because she's detached from her own feelings and because it's just so rare and unclear for her to feel, the 'symptoms' are nearly the same as her friendship ones given how strongly she feels about platonic friends. She’s close to aromantic.)

ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WRITING SMUT? No / Selectively / Yes

HOW EARLY IN A RELATIONSHIP DO YOU SHIP ROMANTICALLY Autoship / During Plotting / After A Couple IC Interactions / Several IC Interactions / Slow Burn / Depends on partner or muse (depends on the ship, and what me and the other mun feel, and a few interactions to check if there is a spark, something about both sass and being nice to each other)

ARE YOU OPEN TO TOXIC SHIPS? No / Selectively / Yes

ARE YOU OPEN TO PROBLEMATIC SHIPS? (canon history, age difference, complicated, etc.) No / Selectively / Yes (depends on the mun and the plotting we do)

ARE YOU OPEN TO POLYSHIPPING? No / Selectively / Yes

ARE YOU AN EXCLUSIVE SHIPPER? No / Sometimes / Yes

DOES CRACK SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? No / Sometimes / Yes (but only because I don’t write crack, if crack here means interactions that are just written for a laugh, I can’t write Jemma outside of ‘my’ canon)

DOES CROSSOVER SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? No / Yes / Depends (it sure as hell would if I wrote with characters from other fandoms)

tagged by @lovelornrocketscientist

@tagging @siinfvl @desecratedpatriot @whiskeyandtwoshotglasses @secondchaircellist @marvelcusmuses @melinda-q-may

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thefloatingstone · 7 years

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I know you're super into ponies, and I saw you reblogging something about how much the pony collectors community hates it when d/d/l/g or l/i/t/t/l/e/s/p/a/c/e blogs reblog yours stuff (added slashes so your blog won't show up under search for those tags). Why do they hate it so much? I'm not a part of any of these communities, and I'd like to understand. Thank you!

Hey there! :D That’s ok, I’m happy to try my best to explain!

The reason is actually pretty simple. Obviously I can only speak for myself but I imagine it’s the same for the other collectors as well (But if there is some different reasons I’m sure they’d be happy to add or correct me)

Basically, I collect the 80s My Little Ponies (although I won’t say no to the other generations and own ponies from all 4) I collect them because they were my favourite toys ever when I was small, and I loved the cartoon as a child. I liked it because it really was my first exposure to a high-fantasy setting. And it was done with really cute characters, in nice colours who were nice, sweet and kind to each other, but could still stop bad guys and work through bad situations and were very proactive characters.

As an adult, I can see the flaws in the show now, but I still think it’s highly immaginative with its ideas, and I still love the colours and that the characters don’t have to be snarky or aggressive to be heroic. As for the toys, I’ve always kept my childhood ones. I like them the best because again, I am a big fan of 80s and early 90s colour schemes, which I felt were better harmonised than the 2000s. And I also really liked that they resembled real ponies and weren’t AS stylized as how thy became later.

It’s also fun to be a collector. Because you’re constantly on a treasure hunt! Toys that were a big deal in pop-culture when they came out, and really represent what it meant growing up during that time period. And people don’t fully understand the value of “old toys”. So you’re always hunting at flea markets and thrift stores and some of the strangest places! Looking for collector’s items that the owner doesn’t have any attachment to and only sees as ‘an old toy’. In a way it’s like collecting bone china tea cups while they were still being made in England (before the 60s) or Medallions and medals. They are all a kind of time-capsule to a very specific era, and with ponies, they happen to have faces and be characters. So it’s fun to think of each pony as a little personality you’re finiding somewhere, taking home, cleaning up, and displaying.

These blogs that regblog these things however, have absolutely no interest in the individual items they are reblogging. Because to them, it only represents a sexual kink. Specifically the submissive pastel cutsey ‘Daddy’s Little Girl’ kink. And look, a kink is nothing to be ashamed of as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone. Honest. But the problem comes from the fact that we share photos, screenshots and gifs of these things because we’re honestly interested in the product. Whereas when they then take that post and reblog it, it’s for no reason other than to be part of a bigger kink to get themselves off on. The toys and collectors’ items because a sex toy, basically. Even if just in terms of visuals. It robs the post of its original intention and turns it into smut.

Smut is fine. But in this case it feels like someone has taken something that makes you happy and that you wanted to share with your fellow toy collectors and made it all about getting sexual satisfaction off of it based on what it represents to them; the idea of a girl being in the submissive position of ‘Daddy’s little girl’

It doesn’t become about ponies, or collecting, or showing off the value of a specific item, or about the episode or the character. Honestly the gif could be about anything in the kink blog’s eyes, as long as it fits into the kink they’re into. t robs the post of meaning, and turns it into something dirty.

I’ve recently had some porn blogs reblog some of my artwork by their bots and add things to it like ‘Hey I just got home, wanna chat?’ and ‘Hey I’m gonna be undressing for the camera, here’s a link!” and it has 0 to do with the picture. it’s just a way to promote their porn. And it feels icky you know? You feel taken advantage of. And they’re using your silly drawings to do it, not because they’re drawings, but because they happen to be getting a certain number of notes and reblogs. Your posts are being used and marked with something you’re uncomfortable with without your consent.

It’s the same thing :\ It also bugs a lot of my collector friends because they do their best to plaster their pages with “please don’t interact” banners, headers, tags, and sometimes within the images themselves, and the kink blogs completely ignore it. “consent” is a bit of a hot-button word because of its connotations, but that’s really what it is, isn’t it? “Please don’t reblog this as something to masturbate to.” “I’m gonna do it anyway and pretend you didn’t say ‘no’“

It’s just… it takes a hobby and turns it into something dirty. And then whether we like it or not, it makes us seem like we’re doing it for kinky, smutty purposes, all based on the nature of the toy (in this case, ponies). It builds an association.

If we were collecting wall-mounted plates none of us would be having this problem.

Anyway, sorry for the long reply. And I apologise if I got anything wrong. But this is my stance and experience with the matter. And why I personally really don’t like it. I imagine it’s very similar for a lot of collectors.

We collect the toys because it happens to be something we enjoy doing as an activity, from finding, to restoration to displaying on a shelf and looking at and being impressed by each others’ collections.

We share items among each other and trade, and help restore, and share tips on preservation and fixing problems. Some of my collector friends have kids who like playing with the toys themselves. We form friendships based on mutual interests, and its fun to hear each others’ collection adventures and childhood ties with the toyline.

and then someone reblogs it to their kink-specific blog with “dude I could totally masturbate to this.” Even after we have asked nicely “please don’t”

Also I’m sorry if this annoys anyone. I know kinks and stuff are a difficult topic on the internet as a whole, let alone tumblr. And I stand by the opinion that having a kink is fine if it doesn’t hurt anyone. But there is a level of selfish disregard here, and that is the main problem. It’s not all about the nature of sex, but more the active and decided action to ignore the OP’s feelings and requests and just do whatever you want. Until you start feeling like nothing but a ‘gold mine’ for kink blogs. And then you don’t even want to do it any more in the end.

Please help me guys! I’m talking about difficult subjects and I might be wording it wrong! I don’t want to insult anyone by accident ^^; I’m just trying to explain!

#MLP #My Little Pony #Toy Collecting #Should I tag this NSFW?#I mean probably not #But just in case it's not something you want to read because it makes you uncomfortable I guess?#C-Puff Answers

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