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leo-interactive-fiction · 3 years

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How would the ROs react if they saw one of their family members showing MC their embarrassing childhood photos

E’s mother lifts the photos out of their reach, stepping around your desperately grasping companion as she tuts, “What else will I have to show for my maternity, if not the ability to completely embarrass my child in front of their crush? Did you know they used to call bath time ‘tubby time’? It was all very cute.”

E is naturally petrified by these developments, “N-No! They don’t need to know about that!”

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R’s father flips through older photos with a cold detachment before allowing them all to flutter to the ground, “You used to be such a promising child. What an unfortunate deviation you’ve made.”

R stares at a settled picture resting on the ground, their entire family crowding into the frame, “I guess I grew wise.”

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L’s life is a well-documented timeline, from the many scholarly achievements and accolades they’ve received to their more shameful moments of acting out scenes from books they’ve read and getting startled by crabs at the beach, the latter now in full display in a small scrapbook that came in the mail with a small note attached reading, “Never forget your beginnings --Walter”

L attempts to hide the pages by forcibly closing the book, laughing skittishly, “S-Surely we don’t need to look through every page...”

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An aged man with greyed stubble and a ragged duster reveals faded pictures of V, their visage covered in crimson stains as they stand among similarly adorned figures surrounding a campfire, charred bones resting in its embers.

You watch as V presses their back against the wall in an attempt to create as much distance as possible, an uneasy panic in their eyes as they begin hyperventilating.

The man stares with an unnatural acuity for his years, talking to you with an unconcerned, gravelly voice, “I reckon you have something of mine. I’ll be having it back now, if I may.”

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Picture of a much younger and softer-looking P in floaties, trying determinedly to paddle against the water is snuck to you by their twin until their snickering draws the attention of the firebrand.

After they forcibly take the picture and realize what it is, it ignites into fire and proceeds to ash in P’s hand, “I’m real curious to know what the fuck you think you were doing with this.”

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You get a text message from M, asking if you want to see the cute baby pictures that they randomly found! Curious, you say yes. Moments later, your phone beeps again, but when you open it up you don’t expect to find a more suggestive picture of their adult figure. It’s on your screen for mere seconds before disappearing, replaced with a small “oops” before the actual baby pictures are sent.

When you try to question them about the first picture later, they plead ignorance. “Maybe...you have...a very...vivid...imagination...I do too...”

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A black-haired woman delicately holds the charred edges of Raven’s faded picture, paling at its contents and looking visibly shaken, “Where did you get this?”

“Is that all you have to say?” Raven paces slowly around the woman like a shark circling prey, hissing out, “It’s been so long since you’ve seen me, hasn’t it? Though I’ve always been there...right underneath the floorboards of that witch hut.”

The woman’s hand tightens around the picture, crumbling it into a ball as their voice fills with a mixture of grief and rage, “I have nothing to say to you! I don’t know you and I don’t want to. Get out of my life!”

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S’s family descends upon them like a crashing wave, their siblings attaching themselves like restraints to their arms and legs as ma and pa open their arms in celebration. Pa gives a gruff chortle, “To think I’d see the day ya’d bring someone back ‘ere! When’s the ceremony s’posed ta be?”

Ma chimes in, pulling you in with a homely embrace, “Well aren’t ya jus’ a doll? Come, come, I’ll show ya aroun’, an’ get out the pictures!”

“Ah no, Ma, not the pictures,” S dully argues, only to be pulled back by their siblings, the oldest of them smirking deviously.

“Ain’t no fightin’ it now, ya big sissy.”

“Who ya callin’ sissy?” S picks them up, throwing them onto their shoulders and parading them around as the younger ones begin jumping for a turn next.

“Don’t ya mind them,” Ma tells you sweetly, directing you back to the small frames photos of S digging through the scrapyard piles, showing off interesting items they discovered in the unorganized mess.”

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Pictures of a younger and brighter-eyed F tumble onto the table between you and Fern, a serpentine smile parting his mouth as he casually looks between each photo. “This was your fifth birthday, was it not? I believe you spent the majority of it frolicking in the woods. Our brother always did enjoy those delusions of yours.”

“What are you playing at?” F narrows their eyes as they flick between the table and their sinister brother, “I have high doubt you came simply to reminisce.”

“Would that be so bad? No matter. I’m only offering a little perspective for that servant of yours,” Fern gives you an inspecting look as though sizing up a cut of meat. “There are other pieces at play than a starry-eyed traditionalist unwilling to fall a few trees for the good of our nation. Consider this an opportunity at...better employment.”

F stands suddenly, interrupting the proceedings with a terse finality, “Your appearance was appreciated.”

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Haha, there’s some fluff and some angst, hope ya enjoy!

#romance options #triaina academy

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akampana · 3 years

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Gilart for the ask game

Gilgamesh x Arturia - Ship It

Oh boy, this has been stewing in my asks for a few days and I had to take my time to answer it. I understand there’s a lot of controversy reg this ship but this is why I like it as much as I do. From the perspective of both a fan and a writer. I’m not answering this to make a debate.

I’ll try not to get too in-depth in char analysis cause this is about the ship itself but here goes.

What made you ship it?

What made me interested in it was the Banquet of Kings, Episode 11 of Fate Zero. Specifically, what Gilgamesh said after Iskandar’s dismissal of her kingship. : “Pay him no heed, Saber. you are correct. Follow your chosen path. Watching someone carry that heavy burden of kingship, struggling with the pain and anguish...It is superb to behold. Stand your ground, little King of Knights. Depending on your actions, you may prove worthy of still more of my affection.”

What solidified it though, is a scene that I think a lot of fellow GilArt shippers know very well.

But the absolute best reason I love this ship so much (especially as a writer) is the potential.

Gilgamesh and Arturia are the two most exceedingly complex and layered characters that this show has. Dare I say, even more difficult to understand than the main character.

It’s easy to dismiss Gilgamesh as “the big bad” or the “evil” versus Arturia, the heroine fighting for the good (and for her love) but...is that all?

No, of course not.

Gilgamesh doesn’t act the way he does just because. There is a reason that he is that way. And Arturia, on the other hand, is so meticulously flawed that at first glance she seems perfect but she isn’t. Neither of them are, and that’s what makes them so great. There’s just so much to explore.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

That their philosophies clash. They challenge each other, in that sense, because while they are both kings, they see things through different perspectives.

That despite the above, they have a ton of similarities. For one, he’s a demigod dictator that’s more divine than he is human, and she a mortal creation that became inhuman to rule. They, unlike their fellow redhead king, are detached.

My readers would know this but: Selfless and Selfish.

That in order for this to work, neither one of them can ‘win’. Any relationship between these two would involve change, adjustment, compromise, understanding, and a hell of a lot of time. (And arguments! They’ve both got a lot of pride, but it’s all about the journey.)

THE WORD “WORTHY” It’s their word. It’s just theirs. It’s their thing.

That at the very last moment, even Gilgamesh realizes that she’s unattainable. I’ve always doubted that he was just saying this because he was defeated. He’s also talking about his chances with her, realizing that in using the methods that he did, he now understands why she would never accept him. But at the same time, he struggles to admit that he was wrong to claim someone so worthy as his own, prideful as he is. So instead, he settles for something else: saying that there is beauty in the fact that he can’t have her.

^kind of a poetic way of sour-graping but I love it nonetheless. Its a shame the most char development we got out of him in the anime was his last minute onscreen.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

It doesn’t deserve as much hate as it gets.

Thank you for the ask. :) I love this ship so much and I have for a long time.

#akampana asks #gilart #gilgamesh #arturia pendragon #long post

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wheremytwinwatches · 4 years

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[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 17

Ah, right. We left off with Ross being arrested for Hughes’ murder. And something tells me that the Goths having a member who can literally walk right into Central undetected, to say nothing of the Fuhrer himself being a Goth, means that the deck’s stacked against her.

Yup, Ross is in an interrogation room, a scowling MP just dropped a deformed bullet onto the table. The very one that killed Brigadier General Hughes. Ok, so what if it’s the same caliber as her pistol? This is the military, everyone’s gonna have the same firearm. What about the ballistic fingerprinting? Fire a round from her gun, and see if it matches with the killing round. Unless the Goths stole her gun for the murder and then returned it… Oh! Well that’s pretty damning - a requisition form for a single bullet. But that shot was fired to defend Ed… at the “unmanned” Fifth Laboratory that’s now a pile of rubble. An eyewitness? Bleh, that’s right, they would have seen Ross (or Gracia, but I’m assuming Envy switched back to Ross afterwards) leaving the scene. But who saw her? Paperwork that she fired one bullet around the time of the shooting, an eyewitness saw (someone looking like) her leaving the murder scene, and her only defense is family testimony that she wasn’t there that day. Yikes. Ok ok, she doesn’t have a good alibi, but what about motive? Why would Ross of all people want to kill Hughes? Explain that, copper! Outside, Armstrong’s been turned away from seeing Ross while she’s being questioned. And then Brosh comes running up. Ouch. He’s confirming Ross’ story, saying he fired a single round at the Fifth Laboratory too, but everyone’s ignoring his report. Armstrong wonders if the Conspiracy is trying to frame Ross for the murder. Episode 17 - “Cold Flame” Winry’s still looking sad, cleaning Al’s armor and remarking how up close she can see all sorts of dings and scratches. Al’s brrrrr, sorry, bit silly and creepy at the same time to see headless Al just calmly polishing his helmet. All Al can do is give a weak chuckle at the comment. Aw, why must my babies be upset? Winry asks Ed what their next move is. Ed doesn’t know. [Flashback!Elicia]: “Mommy… please don’t cry.” NO. BAD SHOW. VERY BAD SHOW. Ed asks what Winry thinks. The mechanic is surprised that Ed’s actually asking her for advice. Damnit, stop being melancholy, show. I don’t want to listen to Winry’s voice shake as she talks about the brother’s digging up dangerous information that could get them killed. [Winry]: “I mean, you could die… I’d still be here, and you’d just suddenly not be there anymore. Like my mom and dad.” GUH. Would you quit it, show? Stop being so Leto-damn depressing! So to sum up, Winry’s torn between supporting their goal to get their bodies back, but also wanting them safe and alive. In the end, she really doesn’t know what they should do. THANK you, Al! Little bro teases Winry about how nice she’s being, lightens the mood at the expense of a few more dings and scratches. Good for you, little guy. In the Warehouse, Falman and Barry are playing chess when the newspaper comes by, no question what the main story’s going to be. Yup, Falman takes one look at the paper and jumps to the phone. Ed’s in his room, going over his notes when WHAM Al bursts through the door with the newspaper. Wait, convicted?! The brothers rush out to see someone in charge. In prison, oh hey it’s Ling! Who’s complaining about his ID cuffs, while chatting up the guard. Wait, only 15? Huh, I was thinking early 20’s. Running guards? Intruder? Oh, the Ninjas must have finally tracked down their wayward master. Although the music’s a bit spooky… NOPE, not the ninjas! It’s Barry! How did he get out of the Warehouse? He’s just striding forward, bullets bouncing off of him.

Even Ling’s guard with a high-power rifle just knocks his helmet off. Crap, run red-shirts, ru- wait, he knocked them out? [Barry]: “This would be a lot more fun if I was allowed to cut ‘em up.” Oh! It’s a prison break! With the conspiracy framing Ross, Roy’s crew sent Barry to bust her out! How in the world did they convince him not to kill innocents, though? Ling asks the Soul Armor to let him out, Barry almost walks by, but picks up on Ling being from Xing. That opens the door for some reason, and Barry tells the Prince to go with him. Hey Ross, wanna leave this dump? Of course Barry has to be unnecessarily creepy breaking her out, but shows her the paper and offers an escape. After a bit of despairing about a life of crime and apologizing to her parents, Ross is heading for freedom. And methinks Barry has yet another crush on a tough lady. The Inquisitor gets news on the jailbreak, orders the men to scour the city for her and her violent accomplice (what, doesn’t Ling get any love?). Along with shoot to kill orders if she “resists”. Cue picture of Angry Roy donning gloves. So wait, was this your plan, or did your crew do this on their own? The escaped convicts are running through the alleyways, when oh hai Elric Brothers! [Al/Barry]: “Ah! You’re that guy!” Aw crap, the Elrics are trying to figure out what’s going on, but Barry’s irritated at them being slowed down, orders Ross to run to the Warehouse while he holds them off. Ross has to run into the darkness as the Elrics call after her, asking about Hughes. Aargh. Ok, ok, miscommunication continues to stand in the way of a good time, but as long as Ross can get to the- oh. Oh crap. [Pissed-off!Roy]: “You’re Maria Ross… right?” Roy. Roy, just hold on RoY ROY NO WHAT THE FUCK ROY That was an explosion. Um. Al’s arrived to find Roy facing away from a burnt… body. Um. Was Roy in on the plan? Part of me is thinking that this is a decoy, convince the authorities that Ross is dead (oh jeez this is gonna kill Brosh). And once “they got her” Barry was quick to run away… but if Roy wasn’t in on the plan? Then he was facing down the person that was convicted of murdering his friend. I honestly don’t know which way the show will go. ...those are the burnt ID cuffs. W 6186 Maria Ross. Kinda leaning towards Situation #2 here. Mid-show cards ID the Inquisitor as Henry Douglas. Back in the alleyway, Ed oh dear he’s charging Roy. And Roy just decked him. [Roy, adjusting collar]: “You threaten a superior officer?” Maybe he’s just acting so detached? If the Conspiracy is listening in, then Roy has to act the good soldier, following the “shoot to kill” order. Even if it means standing over the possible charred corpse of a friend of the Elrics. Leto, these poor boys. The MP have arrived, taking pictures of the evidence while Douglas demands an explanation from Colonel Mustang. Who has no chill as he questions if one of Roy’s crew helped her escape, just so that Roy could kill her personally. Roy calmly says such speculation is best avoided. All while the Elrics sit quietly against the alley wall, Ed glaring daggers at Roy. At the hotel, Armstrong’s apologizing to the boys for not telling them about the murder sooner, tries comforting Ed when he says that it was his fault. Wait, doctor? Ah it’s the hospital, not the hotel. Aaaaand the doc says while the body was almost completely destroyed, the dental work says… it was Maria Ross. Um. The Doc proceeds to chide Roy for turning her into charcoal, while Roy just sits on a bench and says nothing. [Doc]: “Is the vengeance as sweet as you imagined it?” Roy gets up to leave, when Armstrong… [Armstrong, trembling with emotion]: “Colonel… Please allow me to apologize for one of my own officer’s actions. I could never have imagined that Second Lieutenant Ross would commit such a heinous murder. She was so straightforward and earnest… compassionate… A truly fine officer!” Armstrong’s glaring at this point. Argh, if this is all an elaborate ruse to get Ross away, then Armstrong doesn’t know about it, does he? He’s not in Roy’s crew. So from his perspective while he speculated that Ross was framed, he believes Ross was killed by Roy in vengeance for Hughes. Roy just tells Armstrong that he looks fatigued, recommends he take some leave back where he was. No big city noise, and lots of beautiful women. Is… is that his way of saying Ross was sent east? Or just Roy being the womanizer from the shorts? Monsters in cages, Envy is meeting with the Goths and letting them know about Ross’ fate. Lust is irritated that the plan to keep Roy amiable fell through, but Envy points out that he shouldn’t be distracted with Hughes’ murder being free now, and that there’s a bonus of his crew not trusting him anymore. Cue Riza putting a request for leave on Roy’s desk. Ok, still hoping beyond hope that it’s a ruse, but if it’s not, if Riza’s leaving to get away from a murdering boss for a while… Leto. Roy approves the request and Riza briskly leaves, slamming the door behind her. Wait, Roy’s smiling? Please tell me… Barry’s humming while he sharpens his cleavers, Falman’s freaking out over Barry going out on his own? Crap, if there was a plan Falman wasn’t in on it? Oh, and Barry brought back Ling as well! Who’s building a signal fire/cooking a fish oh hey Ninjas, nice of you two to finally show up. [Snarky!Ling]: “Wow… Impressive response time.” Poor Falman. Roy’s chatting on his office phone, to Elizabeth? Wait, who’s this? Why does Roy call her when Riza’s not around? Where’s this character coming from, messing up my ship? In any case, Roy’s paperwork gremlins are irritated as Roy natters about how he hasn’t had a day off since he got to Central, invites Lizzie on a fishing trip. Sudden bombastic military music as the Blonde Trio lounge in their room, Ed goes to answer the door and SUDDEN MIGHTY ARMSTRONG PUNCH what the Leto. Ed’s sent sprawling as The Mighty Armstrong strides in and picks the boy up, announces that his automail is broken and says he’ll escort him to Resembool immediately for repairs. I am just as confused as Ed right now. The Mighty Armstrong glares directly at Al, saying that he’d stand out too much so he must remain in Central. Wait why are you breaking up the Brothers? What on earth is going on here? If The Mighty Armstrong needed an excuse to take Ed somewhere, was saying that his arm needed repairs while standing next to his mechanic and telling his brother that he’d stand out in his own hometown really the best one? The Mighty Armstrong’s carrying our Protagonist through the hotel foyer like a sack of flour, says that he can’t put the boy down because of his orders. From “him”? Cut to Roy being told that The Mighty Armstrong and Ed are on the train, causing him to smirk and think that “everyone’s out of the way.” What is going on?! Is Ross dead or not?! In the Goth Cage Room, Envy’s passes on a sketch of Barry as the one who orchestrated the breakout. No direct connection to the Colonel known, but Envy bets that he was the one behind it. Doesn’t know where Barry is though, complains that he’s short on manpower. Are these chimeras finally going to get play, then? Wait, what? [Lust]: “Looks like you’re finally on… Barry the Chopper.” [Humanoid in cage with bone-skull-mask-thing]: “Graaaah!” Hold up, did the Goth’s kinda-sorta resurrect Barry? But his soul’s still in the armor! Or is it like a soulless clone, a chimera copy? Oh crap if they can make chimera clones, as much as I freak out about having a shapeshifter the ability to make evil copies of our heroes has the potential to be much worse.

Well, I’m lost! I honestly can’t tell if Ross is dead or not, I mean how do you fake dental work? I suppose the Doc could have been in on the scheme, but if Roy isn’t even telling The Mighty Armstrong about the plan then I doubt he’d bring in anyone else. If she’s not dead then please let us know soon for me and the poor kids’ nerves, if she is dead then what the hell show.

#wmtw #where my twin watches #ranubis #full metal alchemist #full metal alchemist brotherhood #fmab #fmab 17

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thelightningstreak · 5 years

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In your defense of fanfiction, what is your opinion of fanfiction that breaks copyright law? Like, a word for word copy of the copyrighted stories for example, MST that reproduce the whole movie, books, or show, or just remake (Verbatim fanmake?) of the copyrighted story but name change, substitute char or a gender change, nothing else done. Or what about fanfiction that uses copyrighted song lyrics without permission? I don't think those types help our rep much, nor the bad attitudes towardcrit

Hi, anon. Thanks for your note!I appreciate it.

“In your defense of fanfiction, what is your opinion offanfiction that breaks copyright law?”

To begin, I’d like to say I’mnot a lawyer and do not claim to understand exactly how the legal system workswith fanfiction. To the best of my knowledge, fanfiction, ever since theadvent of copyright law, has managed to thrive only by the grace of technicalityand IP Owners’ conflicting interests. And that colors my opinion of differentkinds of fanfiction, so I struggle to answer your general question about “fanfiction that breaks copyrightlaw.”

As I understand it, fanfictionof any currently copyrighted materialbreaks copyright law, unless the Intellectual Property (IP) Owner has publiclystated that it accepts/supports the fanfiction endeavor. There is otherwise a legalcaveat called “fair use,” which is explained by attorney Rich Stim as a “copying of copyrightedmaterial done for a limited and ‘transformative’ purpose, such as to commentupon, criticize, or parody a copyrighted work.” (Stim, What is Fair Use?)

But there’s still a huge debateabout whether fanfiction genuinely is safe under “fair use.” Primarily, peopledon’t get sued for it because they’re not making a profit from their derivative/transformativeworks. The lack of a profit, and the resulting negative publicity, would make alawsuit usually pointless for the IP Owner. The moment someone tries to make aprofit from fan-related material, that’s when the copyright laws tend to majorlykick in against them. But even those people are protected sometimes, becausemany IP Owners see minor fan transactions as a way to boost awareness and fanconsumption of the canon. So some IP Owners (definitely not all) will turn a blind eye even when there is a smallprofit being made that breaks copyright law. Sometimes, the fan hype resultingfrom fanfiction/fanart is worth more than the potential gains from a lawsuit.

Without arguments for fanfictionas “fair use” and other such technicalities, most fanfiction today would unquestionably break copyright law. AndI rather enjoy reading and writing fanfiction for several IPs with activecopyright, so I am very thankful for “fair use” and for places like theOrganization for Transformative Works, which is working to raise acceptance forfanfiction as a fair use/transformative pastime.

“Like, a word for word copy of the copyrighted stories forexample, MST that reproduce the whole movie, books, or show, or just remake(Verbatim fanmake?) of the copyrighted story but name change, substitute charor a gender change, nothing else done.”

As long as that fanfiction isan unpaid labor, and as long as there is no cease-and-desist order from the IP Owners, then I would assume that such a piece of work flies under theradar, to the larger world, as just another fanfiction…another derivate work inthe sea of many.

In general, I think word-for-wordis more likely attract unwanted legal attention, because a lot of “fair use” stuffends up being protected per being highly creative and different from the canon.This article by Brad Frazer states you can legally get away with copying 10-15-word phrases,tops? Under fair use? But then after that, an IP owner will have legal grounds to sue, apparently?Sounds like it’s a good idea to not lift someone else’s stuff word-for-word inany massive way.

From my own perspective as areader of fanfiction, I find word-for-word works unengaging. I engage withfanfiction to see a canon concept taken to a different level—that it exploressomething in a different way, or challenges or further reveals something about thecharacters somehow. Word-for-word doesn’t allow for that. It’s not adding tothe overarching “transformative” conversation, in my opinion. And it also masksthe possible style/voice of the fanfic writer themselves.

“Or what about fanfiction that uses copyrighted song lyricswithout permission?”

I’m not a lawyer, so I would take what I say here with agrain of salt. As I understand it, since fanfiction is not yet consistentlyruled as “fair use,” then using song lyrics word-for-word is just another way toinvoke a potential legal problem. Going back to that 10-word grace limitmentioned above in Brad Frazer’s article, if fanfiction is ruled as “fair use,” then you might be ableto get away with a few lines. But since songs themselves are so short and soidentifiable even within a phrase, I think there’s a lot more risk. I wouldn’tchance it.

From my personal perspective, a story with only a few lines,especially when a character is actively engaging with those lyrics, is far moreentertaining than a story that directly copy/pastes in a whole song. A wholesong suddenly appearing forces me as the reader to consider two separate mediums atonce. Human brains are not geared for that kind of multitasked focus. I eitherhave to skip through the song to stay focused on the overarching story, or elseI break away from the story to read through the lyrics. The narrative momentgets broken either way, and I detach from that fictional world. I believe stories should keep their readers fully immersed in the narrative.

“I don’t think those types help our rep much, nor the badattitudes toward crit”

I agree that the more word-for-word fanfiction is, generallythe more critical the outside world is going to be. An IP Owner can turn ablind eye to only so many things. And claiming fanfiction as “fair use” per its“transformative” presence seems like a poor defense when one is just switchingout a character name or gender and nothing else in otherwise a copy of word-for-wordsource material. It definitely cheapens the legal argument for fanfiction astransformative work.

As far as criticism/constructive feedback goes, that’s a toughone. I’ve always invited constructive feedback on my work because I usefanfiction as both a place to have fun and to learn. If I’m not trying toimprove my writing/creative skills, then I feel I’m just unnecessarily spinningmy wheels. Many others, however, engage with fanfiction purely for validation/positivereinforcement and don’t want any constructive criticism at all. A lot of peopledo not see “criticism/learning” and “fun” as things that can coexist.

I’m not sure what the right answer is there. Inmy own opinion, the very act of publishing a work assumes the desire for externalvalidation of some kind. Or else, one would be perfectly content saving thework on their computer for no one else to see. People naturally want to receivesomething positive in return for their work, and fanfiction tends to attract alot of vulnerable populations trying to find validation for their interests. But should one demand positive feedback only?

I think demanding “positivefeedback only” is a cultural construct that keeps fanfiction as a second-classliterary pastime. Published books, movies, shows, etc. are all open tocriticism. If fanfiction wants to be treated with the same respect as sourcematerials, then it should be held to the same standards.

At the same time, unlike most professionalsbehind published source materials, the people creating fanfiction are notalways professionally educated or trained in the medium of writing. Many arenot trained to mentally separate themselves from their created works. And coarsecriticism is one way to kill the very spirit of joy that fandom itself needs tothrive, because people in fandom certainly aren’t being paid to write their fanfiction,haha.

In an ideal world, I think fanfic writerswould be open to helpful, constructive feedback to assist them with betterexpressing their ideas—to be validated for their thoughts while also empoweredto reach an even higher potential. And in an ideal world, I think reviewerswould provide that constructive feedback in a way that is geared for theencouragement and betterment of the writer. But I don’t see fanfiction functioningin this way. At least, not yet.

Maybe if fanfiction were takenmore seriously as a legitimate outlet, and if there were more benefits thansimply an anonymous kudo or review, then people would be more inclined inimprove and accept criticism?

Fanfiction has no quality regulation,and I think the current legal environment, where fanfiction exists in a grayarea that is neither officially acknowledged nor stamped out, is part of whatperpetuates quality issues/inconsistencies. Great gems, even better than published booksand shows, exist in the midst of, admittedly, painful works. And questionablethings are usually judged by their lowest common denominator, unfortunately. It’ssuch a cycle.

Anyway, thanks for letting meramble. I hope this helped to answer your questions!

#fanfiction #in defense of fanfiction #copyright laws #thanks for the note anon!#sorry I wrote a whole book back in response haha

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autolovecraft · 7 years

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At this point, as he mumbled his formless reflections.

I rouse the aged man, and removed to some place where he could do nothing but drive it into the yard were such blasphemous-looking things that Nahum's oldest boy Zenas cut them down. It had acted quite unbelievably in that detestably ancient woodwork.

It was the next morning both chips and beaker were gone too; numbers went queer in the valley. Before that time there had been taken by something of stolid resignation about them all, as baffling in the valley which everyone knew from the tainted supply, drinking it as listlessly and mechanically as they ought not to do to calm them, when it was clear that a faint phosphorescence had begun to exude the faint miasmal odor which struck Stephen as wholly unprecedented. Ammi had looked at him, he added. He had seen upstairs. No one could look long at them, in truth, so perhaps there would be a good old man—when the sinister stars are out; and they held strange colors that could not help being frightened by the woods. Nahum burst into Ammi's house with hideous news. It was, in which many of the pail. Indubitably there was poison in Nahum's ground. Each minute saw it strengthen, and blossoms alike, while their restless branches seemed to have the stars, though perhaps there would have been had not been wholly changed to lethal gray brittleness. Every trifle of the few who saw it.

That night there was not large, but looked horrifiedly into the yard while the intermittent light of a maple against a moonlit sky. The way they screamed at each other from behind their locked doors was very little to examine. Then fell the time of fruit and harvest.

The room was deadly cold; and as they pried away the smaller mass they saw that the meteorite had poisoned the soil, but the wise men talked of the strange vegetable conditions, the screams of the meteorite; and after some fumbling Ammi threw open the low-pitched sitting room stopped his ears, and the feeling of vague disquiet. Into the fine flavor of the dark, as if some vital element of perspective or chiaroscuro were awry. As they passed Ammi's they told me the place must have fed itself on 'em—it got everything living and gets stronger all the mystery of primal earth. Ammi had restrained the driver on impulse, forgetting how uninjured he himself was after the shutting away of the chimney, and embarrassed whispers were exchanged. He whispered, and malignly bubbling in its cosmic and unrecognizable chromaticism. The name blasted heath. Things moved and changed and fluttered, and slight luminosity, cooling slightly in powerful acids, possessing an unknown spectrum, was almost impossible to describe, while his body leaned forward and his wife into fits of anxiety. The professors tried it, and what they could not stay, for an instant that very morning against the small piece refused to grow cool. Familiarity had dulled them, when it was the same state, and the way it works ain't like they be here—now it's going home—At this there was no region to sleep in. But he did nothing with the coroner, the screams of the sky.

Indubitably there was absolutely none then. Ammi and the hitched horses pawed and whinnied, and it was only a botanist could connect with the dank moss and mattings of infinite years of decay.

And yet amid that tense godless calm the high ground. The reservoir will soon be washed away. Don’t go out there. For he had blundered? There was considerable questioning at the end Ammi was forty then, and even then these western woods were not feared half so much of the scene burned itself into his brain.

It must, I feigned a matter of business; told him; and had noticed the glow about the horror was that same nameless intrusion which Ammi had nothing but drive it into the fields and distorted, and recalled nervously the clammy brushing of that spot, I feigned a matter of old forest and slope again, or face another time that gray blasted heath as it continued to crumble. Ammi and the Poles have come and departed. In the well and now that well. Used as the light winter snow. I saw above the ripped earth and charred grass near the well—I know not in what proportion—still remains.

The strangely puffed insects died about that evil water Zenas never come back from the tainted vegetation.

One must have had some peculiar electrical property; for Arkham and showed them the back door and the silhouette, and did not wish to cross the blighted, wind-whipped woods alone to his home on the south. For over two weeks Ammi saw nothing of Nahum; and he dares to do something more sucks the life out of the trees slope fantastically, and even such grass and leaves became apparent to the door and climbed the slope to the town by the gossip.

In the absence of the visitors seemed so far hurt any human of unweakened mind, there were no protests at the last—said it must be somewhat grew from a searchlight, giving dull reflections in the acid solvents there seemed to be. There was considerable questioning at the frightened whispers of Arkham would not be told. It had now fallen, and observed that he puzzled even at that tense moment over a year. It had an added shock that the fragment seemed to be blotted out, though the tethered vehicles of the same strange ailment which had killed the live-stock.

With the moments the shining of the current Arkham tales is about fat oaks that shine and move as they detached another and larger piece with hammer and found it would be no question of poison, for they could not but wonder at anything beside its own elder mystery. Then without warning the hideous thing shot vertically up toward the south. They had heard of the strange stone's affinity for silicon. The boughs surely moved, and lanterns were brought from the well—seething, feeling, lapping, reaching, scintillating, straining, and the rim of that spot when the storm was over nothing remained but a stolid farmer would have fainted or gone mad, but encroached a little queer for years, and sometimes lapsing into an inane titter or a whisper about the moving colors down there. He seemed slightly proud of the meteor's strange spectrum, in telling the people around, who fancied they talked in some terrible language that was not like the flowers last spring the well after it had been his greatest playmate. He was far brighter and brighter, bringing to the ten-acre pasture.

There's more to this talk until one night in ignorance of the few that are left in that attic room, but something within the lifetime of those terrible last words of Nahum's—Can't git away draws ye—ye know something's coming but it ain't no use in telling the city people at Arkham who laughed at everything. The sounds, the stones of an abandoned well I passed.

Something had aroused them in the chill wind that came down the chimney, and when he drove past to see him inside his own gaze upward to the front way, by that time there had come of late to do this because his house the horses had become utterly frightful, but around a farm in the crumbling old homesteads. Commencing his descent of the chimney. For this reserve or melancholy no cause could be found amidst the weeds of a large colored globule embedded in the sun. They say the color of our earth or heavens. Weeds and briers reigned, and the traveled roads around Arkham. But that was all.

But he did nothing. It was not quite right about that evil water Zenas never come back from his mother's. The way it's made and the fragment of rag carpet, and he wanted Ammi to look worried.

I must write the chief engineer to keep a sharp watch on him, and as the column of unknown and unholy iridescence from the strange days, and their fantastic dusk was never specific, but Nahum was alive, after which this trouble ceased. It was awful, he finished his descent and walked to the county asylum, but there was not a single specific noun, but the death had been dark and the special signs of purpose it was he thought of searching it for an odd timidity about the horror happened, but all skunk-cabbages are more or less odd in shape and hue.

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