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what do u think about people whining when you change a character too much in a fic? it’s fanfiction after all, i don’t want my silly cringey fics to be canon, but i’m scared to write for a certain character because they’re not into romance in canon and people jump to each others throats because some people write fiction about them and others say its implied not canon.

I have talked about this before (tap here for how I feel about the matter).

but to sum it up, I don’t “think” about people who whine about this, except that they’re entitled, I block them and then I forget about them.

what I do think / what I believe is that writers can write whatever they want. you can write whatever you want. it’s your work, your creation. write it for yourself, it’s so much more fun than writing just to please random strangers on the internet.

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Gotta say I used to extensively comment on fics and not just a few words but did some fairly long detailed comments on what I liked but recently I started to get less and less replies on them despite authors (relatively popular ones) sometimes replying to others. And while I understand that author doesn’t owe me anything it did quite demotivate me from leaving as much comments. Why bother if nobody cares in the first place? I know its an unhelpful mindset but I can’t shake it. Any advices?

hi!

as an author who likes to comment on others' works but is notoriously bad at replying to comments I receive on my own works, I can guarantee that 99.99% of writers read the comments they receive and, even if they don't reply back, they love and appreciate your kind words more than you know. I know this may sound cliche and all, but I can wholeheartedly say this because it's true for me, as an author.

yes, I admit that I don't always reply to comments I receive, but it's not because I don't appreciate or care about them. I read them, mostly several times each, I screenshot them and save them in a special folder so I can always come back and read them again. there are just so many kind comments I receive that make me smile to myself for minutes even though I don't reply back. some of them actually make me shed a few tears of joy.

thing is when us authors don't reply to comments we receive, it's mostly because;

we don't know how best to respond that will let the commenters know how much we appreciate them. because if the comments are several paragraph long (we LOVE that!), and we only reply with "thank you so much", then it sounds too short for us. (I know this because I sometimes spend so long thinking about how best to respond that will let my commenters know how much I appreciate them that I sometimes end up don't respond back.)

sometimes we are overwhelmed by several comments from several readers, and responding to all of them are too overwhelming. but we read, love and appreciate each and every single one of them very dearly.

sometimes we reply to some comments and not the others, because maybe we have little free time where we can only reply to some people, or maybe there's something about some specific comments that makes us respond back. but this does not mean we don't care about comments we don't reply back.

sometimes we're simply exhausted from stuff in our lives and replying to comments take time and energy, depends on how long the comments are / how long we want our responses to be / how many comments we receive, etc

writing is hard, but sometimes finding the right words to reply back to comments can be even harder, especially when we want to write several paragraph responses back just to let them know how much we appreciate them. and unfortunately sometimes us writers just don't have enough energy left.

but rest assured that, even if we don't reply, we love and appreciate every kind comment we receive very, very much, and they help motivate us to keep writing.

when I comment on my fellow writers' works and don't get any response back, I know why (for the reasons listed above), and that's totally okay for me because I don't comment on their works just for them to thank me, I do it because I want them to know how I love and appreciate their works, and I believe they do know. and that's really all that matters for me.

so if your favorite authors don't reply to you, please don't think that it's because they "don't care" or that your comments "don't matter" to them.

I mean, of course, I can see why not getting a response back can be discouraging, especially when commenting on writers' works are so encouraged, but as a fellow commenter (yes, I'm an author and also a commenter of fics I love), I always think of it this way; fanfics are gifts we receive for free, we comment on writers' works as a way to thank them for giving us cool fics to read. we don't expect them to thank us back because they've already given us this lovely gift. we comment only because we want to let them know we love their fics. and they know.

your comments could now be saved in your favorite authors' folders and re-read by them over and over again, even if they didn't respond back. they could be smiling to themselves reading your thoughts on their works. who knows? their next 100k word fic could be motivated by you.

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If a fiction creator intentionally hints at a queer relationship in their work with no intention on following through on it, BUT it's a work that is not and cannot be monetized in any way (i.e, a fanfiction) and they're only doing it for more attention/engagement, is it still queerbaiting and is it okay?

Yes, that's queerbaiting: no, it's not okay

Yes, that's queerbaiting, but it's okay

No, that's not queerbaiting, but it's still not okay

No, that's not queerbaiting, and it's okay

I don't think queerbaiting exists or is a problem even when it is done for money

I don't care/don't know/see results

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always acknowledge that there are characters who are outright evil without any tragic backstory, characters who just like inflicting pain on others for sport, and there are some other characters whose terrible actions are the results of their own tragic past and pain, characters who believe the violence and the blood on their hands are justified for the greater good. always acknowledge that both types of characters are awesome and you can be a fan of characters who are outright evil just because you like how sick and twisted they are, because your enjoyment of fictional characters does not reflect your moral compass, and anybody who tries to tell you otherwise just shows they can’t separate fiction from reality and that is not your problem.

also also acknowledge that there are going to be people who sees this character you think is outright evil — for the sake of being a psychopath without any tragic backstory whatsoever — and says there is trauma behind their actions, and even if you don’t agree with them, they are allowed to see and interpret the character however they want. because the beautiful thing about enjoying fictional characters is that anybody is free to see and interpret them however they want. you’re allowed to see this character however you want and other people are also allowed to do the same.

fandom police don’t exist for the sake of “keeping fandom safe”. fandom police exist for the sake of establishing rules for something that is supposed to be fun, they exist for the sake of shaming and telling people how they can and can’t enjoy art, and that’s why it’s always a great idea to ignore, mute and block these self proclaimed police whenever you come across one. don’t let them take away your freedom to enjoy your blorbo however you want.

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I have a horrible idea.

So what if whumpee has a glass body curse where they can bleed and break bones and scream in agony and stuff like a normal person but they also, when met with blunt force, shatter?

They can regenerate, but it’s unsurprisingly painful and leaves horrific scars.

Bonus if whumpee has been objectified and feels being pretty is their only use, and now… they think they aren’t.

ooooh very nice

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Hi I'm a reader, not a writer. I hope you don't mind the question. I often see writers saying how much they love comments, or being sad that a fic has too few comments, that it demotivates them to write more. At the same time, it's bad etiquette to leave critical comments for fanfiction, they should only ever be positive. So what if I didn't like a new chapter, was disappointed etc. Is no comment better than a fake praise comment? What do you recommend?

if you don’t like it, you don’t have to comment anything at all.

while (positive) comments are encouraged and deeply appreciated, fanfic writing and reading are supposed to be something that bring us joy. so — personally, if you ask me — no reader is under obligation to give someone a fake praise, because then that��d mean they read to praise the author and that is… not the point of reading fanfic for fun as a form of self-care.

if you like something, sure, you’re more than encouraged to let the author know you appreciate their work (and I say “encouraged” not “forced” or “expected”), but if something is not for you, you can always just exit it and find something else to read without commenting anything on that work that is not for you (unless the author specifically and directly asks for constructive criticism).

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whumpee who used to be headstrong, stubborn and violent —before they were captured, tortured by whumper and later rescued by caretaker — just obeys and quietly does whatever caretaker told them to do.

caretaker was relieved by whumpee’s willingness to obey at first, even if they knew it was unlike whumpee. until they realized how whumper would punish and hurt whumpee whenever they showed a glimpse of disobedience, and that’s why whumpee submitted like a dog; they’re scared caretaker is going to hurt them if they disobey.

and now no matter how caretaker tries to get that fight back in whumpee, no matter how they try to provoke whumpee into lashing out just so whumpee can become themself again, whumpee just takes it silently and obediently, they’re just a broken, empty shell of who they used to be.

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Which of these to-write In-ho whump fics of mine are you most interested in?

post game, In-ho is presumed dead (body's not found). Gi-hun and Jun-ho return to the mainland and continue with their lives until In-ho shows up wounded and bloody, with no memories of who he is or what happened (so he doesn't remember Gi-hun, Jun-ho or even himself)

also post game, to avoid a death sentence, In-ho's sent to an asylum for the criminally insane where the guards / orderlies abuse and hurt him. Jun-ho finds out and begs Gi-hun to help him save In-ho. (May be NSFW)

Another post game fic, In-ho returns to the mainland and is under Jun-ho's care until he goes missing one day. Jun-ho fears he's going to kill himself and begs Gi-hun to help him find his brother.

Zombie apocalypse AU. There's an outbreak. In-ho and Gi-hun are the last two survivors on the island until In-ho gets bitten.

Another fic where the Masked Officer betrays In-ho (this one might end up NSFW and dead-dove-do-not-eat, anyway here's the other one I wrote and posted if you're new here)

The VIPs capture and take In-ho with them (possibly back to America, haven't decided yet) after the island's raided. Things get very ugly for In-ho (NSFW / dead-dove-do-not-eat, I'm sorry, but I promise Gi-hun will be present in the fic as one of the main characters alongside In-ho and the VIPs; haven't decided yet if Jun-ho will be present too)

In-ho's dying. His soul leaves his body and, instead of his wife, he meets Sae-byeok's ghost, as she's still trapped on the island with the others who died there

My inbox is open so if you have any questions or if you want to talk about any of these prompts, don't be shy x

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Expanding a little on my ask, I have another Dead Dove: Do Not Eat WIP in the works that reimagines how the unmasking scene between Inho and Gihun could go.

After the rebellion, Inho finds himself trapped. The VIPs are furious, and they demand a price. They want to make an example of Gihun, break him in ways far worse than death. They want to degrade him, make him a symbol of their power. Inho can see what they plan to do, and it makes his stomach turn. The VIPs don’t just want to kill Gihun, they want to destroy him, strip him of every last ounce of dignity before he dies.

But Inho can’t let that happen. He can’t let Gihun be reduced to a toy for their twisted amusement, a puppet in their game. Inho knows he’s been the one holding the strings up until now, but this—this is different. In his desperation, Inho offers a twisted solution. Instead of letting the VIPs kill Gihun outright, he suggests keeping him alive—but not as a player. No, Gihun could be useful to the games in a new way. There’s value in him, more than just another expendable body. There’s more to Gihun than just being another casualty. Inho doesn’t care about the implications; all he cares about is keeping Gihun close, making sure he doesn’t vanish from his grasp.

The VIPs are intrigued by the idea. But, as always, nothing comes for free in their world. They listen, but their calculation is sharp. One of them leans forward, his voice laced with a cold amusement. The question comes, sharp and direct: “Are you willing to take his place, then?”

Inho’s heart lurches, and his breath catches in his throat. Inho knows that in this moment, the only way to keep Gihun alive is to give up everything. His body will be the cost, his submission the price. There’s no turning back now, no escaping the consequences. He agrees, without hesitation. His words come out hoarse through the modulator, but resolute: he will do anything to keep Gihun alive, even if it means surrendering everything.

The VIPs move quickly, with their usual cold efficiency. Inho feels their hands on him before he has a chance to react. The mask is ripped from his face, the sensation of its removal more painful than he expects. It’s not just the sudden exposure to the room, the stripping away of the identity he’s built. It’s the feeling of being completely unprotected—fragile in a way he never allows himself to be.

Being unmasked is unbearable, but it’s nothing compared to the devastation of seeing Gihun’s reaction. The confusion that flickers in his eyes, followed by the betrayal that comes crashing down, is more than Inho can take. He doesn’t even have time to explain, to justify, or to make Gihun understand the reasons behind his actions. It’s all too much—too late.

Inho’s heart sinks as the VIPs force him to his knees, pulling him further into the role they want him to play. They strip him of his dignity, piece by piece, pulling him out of the carefully crafted armor he’s hidden behind for so long. They make quick work of it, their hands unbuckling his belt and unfastening his clothing, and Inho can feel himself being exposed in every possible way. The chill of the air bites at his skin as they remove his final layer, forcing him into a raw, vulnerable state.

He can’t look at Gihun. He knows what lies in those eyes—the anger, the betrayal, the absolute destruction of the bond they once shared. But more than that, there’s another fear that roots him to the spot, making it impossible for him to face the man he has wronged. Inho is ashamed, not just because Gihun will never forgive him, but because of what Gihun will see if he looks into his eyes.

Inho doesn’t want Gihun to see him like this. Bent over, utterly exposed; ready to be taken like a dog in heat. For a brief moment, Inho considers closing his eyes, hoping that if he can shut out the world, the pain might ease. The silence in the room is deafening, and just when Inho thinks he might break under the pressure, one of the VIPs steps forward. Without hesitation, the man grabs a fistful of Inho’s hair, yanking his head up with brutal force.

“Look at him,” the VIP sneers, his grip tightening as Inho’s head is forced back. “Look into his eyes. You’ve made him suffer. You owe him this much.”

And Inho does. He has no choice.

Their eyes meet—locked in a moment so crushing it nearly stops his breath.

He expects rage. He expects disgust. He expects the look of someone who finally sees the monster behind the curtain. But instead, what he sees in Gihun’s eyes is something far more unbearable.

Pity.

It flickers there, through the confusion and devastation—so faint, so fragile, but unmistakably present. Inho can barely process it. Even now, after everything, Gihun looks at him not with hatred, but with something gentler. Something that reaches into the hollow parts of Inho he thought he’d sealed off long ago.

And that mercy—that goodness—cuts deeper than any blade.

Then the pain hits.

Blinding, unrelenting.

There was no warning, no time to brace, no effort to dull what was coming. Inho’s body lurches forward from the force of it, the violence of being used without care or consent, of being treated like an object. The agony is immediate, sharp, and it does not stop.

He tries to breathe through it, tries to steel himself, but there’s no space for composure now—only the sheer reality of what he’s enduring.

Inho is crying before he realizes it. Not just from the pain—which is consuming—but from what Gihun sees. What Gihun is forced to witness. And somehow, impossibly, Gihun is still watching. Still seeing him. Not the Frontman. Not the traitor. Just… Inho.

And that, more than anything, undoes him.

He doesn’t look away.

Neither does Gihun.

Somewhere behind him, another VIP shifts, the sound deliberate, cruelly anticipatory. Another round is coming. More pain. More humiliation.

Inho’s vision blurs. His body shakes. Something deep inside him fractures, maybe for good.

And still—Gihun is there.

Watching.

Seeing.

Forgiving?

Or maybe just enduring, in his own way.

Inho doesn’t know.

He just knows this isn’t the end.

Not yet.

But what’s waiting on the other side of this—if anything—is a question neither of them can answer.

Not now. Not like this.

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I adore your Inho whump. Every time you post I cease all my activities and sprint to AO3 like a mad man. When I saw the poll, I wanted to choose them all, but I must admit 5 + 6 caught my eye the most.

The narrative of sexual violence surrounding Inho’s character has always intrigued me. As the Frontman, he occupies a position of power on the surface, yet it’s clear that this power is conditional—fragile, even. I often imagine Inho as someone who is painfully aware of his precarious standing among the VIPs. He knows they don’t respect him, that to them, he is little more than a useful tool. A well-trained dog in a tailored mask.

Inho understands the VIPs’ world intimately—how they use sex not as an expression of intimacy or pleasure, but as a weapon, a performance of domination. He’s witnessed the way they toy with bodies, manipulate desire, and strip people of dignity with a smile and a glass of champagne in hand. He knows their appetites aren’t just physical—they’re political. Sex, for them, is just another language of power, a way to remind everyone in the room who is in control.

But even with that awareness, Inho never imagines that power being turned against him. Perhaps it’s because he’s a man, conditioned to believe himself exempt from that kind of vulnerability. Or perhaps it’s because he has, over time, constructed a fragile but comforting illusion: that he is indispensable, useful enough to be spared. That his masculinity, his rank, or his obedience somehow protect him.

So when it finally happens—when the unspoken threat becomes reality—Inho experiences a kind of terror that goes beyond the physical. It is the collapse of everything he believed insulated him. In that moment, he isn’t the Frontman. He isn’t a man. He isn’t even a person. He is a thing to be used, to be discarded when the VIPs are bored. There’s a different kind of silence in that kind of horror, a kind that lingers long after the act itself. Because it’s not just the violation of his body—it’s the violent revelation that he was never safe, never in control, never exempt

I want to print this out. This. This right here. Every single word. You get it.

I have nothing more to add. You've described their complexity and dynamics so perfectly well that I actually got chills. Thank you 😭 (Poor In-ho)

*For folk who see this, here's the poll in question

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fanfic writing culture isn’t “oh dang! I wanted to write about this prompt with this character but someone else already wrote it, so now I can’t”.

fanfic writing culture is always “two cakes is better than one. the more the merrier. there can ever be enough fics of this character with this prompt!”

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wishing I could freeze time so fanfic writers could write all of their slow-burn enemies to lovers and gay porn and fix-it fics and all of their WIPs and prompts without having to worry about life and other responsibilities

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hi!! lovely to meet you (this is my first ask i’ve sent to you), may seem like a silly question but is blorbo just a placeholder pet name for a character you like? its such a cute word and i only started seeing it a couple days ago!

also if you have the time, do you have any favourite descriptors when it comes to angst? for example favourite phrases/sentences you use to describe the feeling of agony either physically or emotionally? i’ve been meaning to find some new angsty lines to spice up my devastatingly sad stories, i hope you’re having a great day! tysm :D

hi!! Blorbo means favorite fictional characters, but most people use it to refer to characters that are more than just “their favorites”. so they use the term to refer to characters they are obsessed with / characters they cannot stop thinking and talking about, characters that are the only thing they think about 24/7 (like a hyperfixation thing). so in a way, every Blorbo is someone’s favorite character, but not every favorite character is a Blorbo.

as for angst description, I’m afraid I don’t think I have favorite phrases/sentences in general, as when I write my own stuff it mostly depends on the prompt / plot / scenario / what’s going on with the character, as well as the characterization of that specific character. how this specific character (my own Blorbo) would think or how they would react in that specific context also heavily affects how I write my angst, because I tend to go into their mindset and have that influence my words rather than just angst being angst in general, if it makes sense?

but I also did post something about how to write a character who is in pain, here. it should cover the basics in general, and I hope it can help ♡

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people who write their fics directly onto archive of our own site do not fear death by the way

in all seriousness, please always keep backups of your works, write them somewhere else (google doc is a good choice) then copy and paste onto ao3 when you're done, because ao3 itself does not automatically save your works for you, meaning you can lose all of your progress

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being God’s favorite is sleep through the entirety of archive of our own’s downtime and wake up to the site up and running normally again