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So I've left my fics unlocked on AO3 because I have a reasonable amount of guests who read and comment, but I have to say the spam bot abuse is getting worse. Like, really really bad.

My latest chapter of Parasite got 5 abusive spam comments. And although I roll my eyes and delete them because I know they're rubbish and I'm confident that I'm a decent writer, it makes me really worry about newer writers, because some of this stuff is brutal and cruel.

Please please please combat this by leaving positive reviews for your writers on their work, especially if you know they're new to writing - it doesn't have to be long! A smiley face or a heart, tell the author that you enjoyed it or loved it, or quote your favourite line. Something to combat these abusive nasty bot comments.

We are going to lose new authors to this. We will. And it's not fair that people pouring their heart and souls into writing might only be getting these comments.

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when Moira is 9, she's stricken with a fever that almost takes her. when she's close to death, she sees the Void. it appears to her as a collection of small flickering lights in the dark; she can't decide if they're stars, candlelight, or blinking eyes. she's a sick child; she's too scared or weak to move. but luck is on her side, and though she never fully recovers, the fever eventually loosens its grip.

she doesn't stop seeing the Void after that, though. she knows when death is close. she can feel it brush past her behind the veil, two figures separated by a curtain. and she sees it when it's coming for her; impressions of the candles appear as auras in her vision. she can't wholly rely on this as a way to fly in the face of risk; she can't see death coming unless is imminent. but the ability to see death's door has saved her before.

she uses caution, medicine, and magic to keep death at bay. the right symbols in the right arrangement on the right kind of bone can keep certain kinds of death at bay. but controlling death is like controlling the sun or the moon or the tides; it takes a far more, often destructive power to overcome such things.

(under the cut is potentially spoilers for Kingsparrow when I get to writing it but idk this is a Thought and not set in stone)

Moira is on her deathbed. her body is losing its fight against the disease that's been with her almost all her life, and no amount of medicine or magic will undo it. she'd told no one until it was almost the end. she didn't anyone to fuss, or worry. she didn't want to be seen as weak. it's late at night. Farley is at her elbow; he'd been sitting beside her all night and is now gently dozing by her side.

she's been seeing auras for the past three days, but now, she sees them: the candles. her body doesn't move, but she reaches out with her spirit and touches the boundary between her and the beyond, and it's the same vastness she was once so scared of. and she's still scared. the candles are coming, they beckon with an almost welcoming flicker, but she doesn't want to go. she doesn't want to leave her passions, her family, her work and her dreams behind. but her body is too weak to hold on to her spirit much longer.

she wakes Farley up and asks her to hold him. she'd hoped she would die surrounded by her loved ones, but she fears if Farley went to fetch them now, she won't be there when they come back. so Farley holds her. he climbs into bed with her so she can feel his arms around her and rest her head on his chest. she tells him about the candles. she's told him before; he understands what this means. he won't let her go alone.

the ancestors are waiting. Moira promises that she'll wait for Farley, too. and then she's gone.

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People who are obsessed with their one OC 💞 people who spawn new OCs every day 💞 people who write deep OC lore 💞 people who never tell anything about OCs, just drawing them mysteriously 💞 people who play their OCs together like dolls 💞

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Alright! Sorry for being so absent today! I was building a tool so you can all check your own names on demand.

I am asking that you not talk about it on Hugging Face. I'm sure word will get there eventually, but I'd like to avoid them accessing this as much as possible. Feel absolutely free to spread around Tumblr.

AO3 search tool is here! Use page 1 to search scraped fics by username. Use page 2 to search by work ID (which you'll need to do if you're looking for an anonymous work).

Or you can use this version, which is strongly recommended if you've published more than about 20 fics on the username you're searching.

If you're unsure which to use:

The first link is better if your entire username is a common word. For example, if you're username is just "bread" then you probably can't search yourself in the second link. The first version is way slower, so I recommend trying the second link first and using the first link as a backup option if the second fails.

The first link contains a page to search by work ID. This is good if you have an anonymous or orphaned fic, since that's not going to appear by searching your username.

The second link is better if you have a LOT of fics. It will give you a count of fics so you don't have to add them up. It will show the top 2,000 work results found.

If you have more than 2,000 published works, first off, I am jealous of your motivation. But second, that won't display right on the public version of the tools. You can send an ask or DM to have me do a custom search for you if you have more than 2,000 total works under 1 username.

You can also ask or DM if your entire username is a common word, because you're likely to get drowned out of the search results in that case. Try the tool first, but if it returns a lot of author results for your search, and YOUR name isn't in the results, ask me! There's a decent chance you're in there, but one of the tool's weak points is searching extremely common words.

In case this post breaches containment: this is a tool that only has access to the work IDs, titles, author names, chapter counts, and hit counts of the scraped fics for this most recent scrape discovered in April 2025. There is no other work data in this tool. This never had the content of your works loaded to it, only info to help you check if your works were scraped. If you need additional metadata, I can search my offline copy for you if you share a work ID number and tell me what data you're looking for. I will never search the full work text for anyone, but I can check things like word counts and tags.

Please come yell if the tool stops working, and I'll fix as fast as I can. Version 1 is slow as hell, but it does load eventually. Give it up to 10 minutes, and if it seems down after that, please alert me via ask! Anons are on if you're shy. Version 2 typically loads results within 1 minute and handles most users well.

On mobile, enable screen rotation and turn your phone sideways. It's a litttttle easier to use like that. It works better if you can use desktop.

Some FAQs below the cut:

"What do I need to do now?": At this time, the main place where this dataset was shared is disabled. As far as I'm aware, you don't need to do anything, but I'll update if I hear otherwise. If you're worried about getting scraped again, locking your fics to users only is NOT a guarantee, but it's a little extra protection. There are methods that can protect you more, but those will come at a cost of hiding your works from more potential readers as well.

"I don't want to know!": This tool is 100% optional. If you don't want to know, simply don't click the link. You are totally welcome to block me if it makes you feel more comfortable.

"Can I see the exact content they scraped?": Nope, not through me. I don't have the time to vet every single person to make sure they are who they say they are, and I don't want to risk giving a scraped copy of your fic to anyone else. If you really want to see this, you can find the info out there still and look it up yourself, but I can't be the one to do it for you.

"Are locked fics safe?": Not safe, but so far, it appears that locked fics were scraped less often than public fics. The only fics I haven't seen scraped as of right now are fics in unrevealed collections, which even logged-in users can't view without permission from the owner.

"My work wasn't a fic. It was an image/video/podfic.": You're safe! All the scrape got was stuff like the tags you used and your title and author name. The work content itself is a blank gap.

"It's slow.": Unfortunately, a 13 million row data dashboard is always going to be on the slow side. I think I've done everything I can to speed it up, but it may still take up to 10 minutes to load. It's faster if you can use desktop, but it should work on your phone too.

"My fic isn't there.": If it was published after March 15th, 2025, that was likely after all of the scraping took place. Otherwise, from what I can tell so far, the scraper's code just... wasn't very good, so most likely, your fic was missed by random chance. I am continuing to look for methods to reduce the chances of a work getting scraped anyway, and I will share on this blog if/when I find something that works.

Thanks to everyone who helped with the cost to host the tool! I appreciate you so so so much. As of this edit, I've received more donations than what I paid to make this tool so you do NOT need to keep sending money. (But I super appreciate everyone who did help fund this! I just wanna make sure we all know it's all paid for now.)

(Made some quick edits to the post on 04-May-2025 to update information a bit!)

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WIP Widay 5/10/25

Tagged by @sylvienerevarine AND @dirty-bosmer ! (Who I of course tag back muahahaha) I didn't want to get hyper beamed so here's not one but two excerpts, both from different fics. Both are also tes fest remnants as well! Here goes!

Excerpt 1:

Like all secrets, things started innocently enough. She was brushing her hair until silky smooth in her bedroom when a cry called from beyond her window. Millona found the sound strange enough to be curious and opened her window.

Excerpt 2:

Baurus sat under the shade of the avatar’s wing, leaning against its stony foot, and stared forward.

Tagging: @thequeenofthewinter , @druidx , @hannah-heartstrings , @priafey

I actually think Sonny tagged most of the people I also tag, so I won't double tag this time you poor souls XD

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man, I love this character so much! [fills them with a deep and inescapable yearning which they don’t know how to fill or even name]

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im so good at remembering stuff. part 2!

This poll will also last three days!

time to figure this out

Starting round one with Miraina--

This poll will last three days!

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My HoK Miraina & Martin

I made that huge post about having so many ocs + being intimidated and then immediately got struck with inspiration.

So. Martin Septim. Miraina has feelings on him but they aren't romantic feelings. It's definitely more like Martin reminds Miraina of her little brother, Jesan, that she hasn't seen since she left their home near Skingrad (read: she ran away from home for sad backstory reasons). He even uses magic and wears a robe (albeit a priestly robe) like Jesan would....

She gets to be very protective of Martin; slipping back into her bandit era of bullying and intimidating someone who even looks funny at Martin. Mostly because she feels an intense guilt for leaving her little brother and parents behind despite the fact that Jesan is also a fully capable adult and also that their parents are fine with them finding their own paths to flourish upon.

I feel like Martin would eventually have a talk with her about this though, especially if they get to arguing and she calls him Jesan mid-argument (ala "WHY WON'T YOU JUST LET ME DO THIS FOR YOU ROSE") He's not mad that she's basically been coddling him and projecting little brother energy onto him but he knows that they can't do what needs to be done if Miraina is occupying herself with 'protecting' him instead of working to free Cyrodiil from Dagon's grasp.

Naturally, Miraina takes Martin's sacrifice hard. Really hard. Almost 'goes to the Shivering Isles' hard... but instead she picks herself up and goes to find her brother. Because with Martin's death, she realizes that holding onto her own insecurities and jealousy is only hurting herself. Also known as Miraina is more than likely NOT Sheogorath in the fourth era. That's something I still gotta figure out and a post for later honestly

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Happy Birthday! :D🎉

I made you a sunstride moodboard:

I know the people don't really look accurate to them but maybe fit vibewise?

And I remembered partway through that they're the same height or Miraina's taller, but I didn't find a pic to replace the tiptoe one with, so maybe in that one she's teasing him about that or something. XD

Love you and wishing you all the best! 🫶

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i know i haven't been very active lately bc of the semester starting and life stuff in general, but thank you so much for always tagging me in your wips 🫶 anyways i wanted to ask: how has miraina's character changed from when you first thought of her to the present?

Oh do I feel that! I've started another semester of college myself, I'm manifesting that we both succeed with ease. And of course I am happy to include a friend! I don't tag every person I want to with perfect success but I tag people in my heart anyway XD

Ahh though, Miraina's character... I feel like she hasn't changed much? She's always had the same buff physique and short copper hair. I didn't ship her with Guilbert Jemane until recently, if you believe that hehe. Her gruffness also used to be a lot more genuine rather than a façade of nerves and she wasn't the Hero of Kvatch-- Jesan, her little brother, was originally my HoK. I made him in the game before Miraina but I don't remember what made me change my mind nor to create her as a character, sadly.

Miraina and Jesan being the children of farmers from Skingrad and having NAMED parents at all is a pretty new development as well and I think her backstory plus birthsign together is what turned Miraina from pure badass to the badass but with insecurities she is now XD

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How are my sweetie pees

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WIP WhEnit'sDefiNitElynotSunDAY

Tagged by @dirty-bosmer, @inkoherentwriting, @moriche, @wispstalk, @falmerbrook. Thank you all for tagging me (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) Tagging @hannah-heartstrings, @the-sunlit-earth, @groundrootvegetable. If you want to of course :3

This is my attempt to draw background. Send help XD

Also a little fic wip

"I don't want to see him cry again." "I want him to cry." "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!"

It's about the idea of allowing yourself to cry, and feeling what you need to feel. But yes, my train of thought's wording is just like that XD

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bear with me as I get a blog url i'm happy with. i kinda panicked and put fin gleam... open to suggestions!

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Fall for You

Lecrinn and Garrus are dancing, fluff and shenanigans ensue. 460 words.

I don't think I'm quite back yet since I'm still so very tired, but I'm so happy to have finally finished this! :D

@druidx @babyblueetbaemonster @inkysqueed

            Music faded into the background as the world blurred past. All Garrus and Lecrinn could see now was the other’s smiling face. Each with a hand clasped and an arm around the other’s shoulder, there was a wide oval of space between them. They whirling, hearts swirling, wind and sunbeams ran through their hair as they spun and spun.

            “Ah!” Lecrinn’s hands slipped from Garrus, throwing an arm up as she suddenly slid back.

            He pulled her into him, arms wrapping around her, planting his feet as he felt them both starting to slide.

            Grabbing his shirt, she held on for dear life as she looked back, finding one foot on the edge of a riverbank and the other dangling over the water. She pulled it back to safety. Fear fizzled down, coming out as a laugh.

            Seeing that she was OK, Garrus let out his held worried breath. Looking around, he looked confused.

            They stood on a sloped bank surrounded by curtains of willow branches, gold flecks shimmering through as they swayed.

            “When did we get so far from the festival?”

            “I have no idea,” she laughed. “Good job catching me,” she turned to him, pausing as she found him closer than she expected, his face just above hers, “Oh, hi.”

            Gaze drawing back to her, he froze, dazed, before quickly looking over his shoulder. “Perhaps we should head back?”

            She caught the blush on his cheek and the corner of a shy but wide smile. She couldn’t help but find it adorable, her face lighting up with a giggly grin.

            “They might be wondering where we disappeared off to.”

            A flutter in her chest grew, her smile growing with it. Maybe it was excitement from the festival, maybe it was leftover adrenaline, but something was bubbling up within her, happy and restless and unable to stay contained. Jumping to her toes, she kissed his cheek.

            Startled heart jumping, Garrus went weak for long enough to lose his firm stance.

            “Ah!”

            Splash!

            His head surfaced, already frantically looking around. “Lecrinn?!”

            She came up laughing.

            Gaze snapping to her, he eased a little, swimming to her. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I lost my footing like that,” though his nervous tone said otherwise.

            “It’s my fault.”

            “Still,” he looked ashamed, “I’m sorry.”

            The laugh never left her smile. “I’m not.”

            He looked confused.

            The smile never let up, sparkling in her eyes, telling him that she didn’t regret a second of it.

            His face eased into a heart warmed smile, blush returning. Seeing as they were both OK, falling in a river felt like a small price to pay for a kiss from Lecrinn. His smile brightened, eyes beaming back to tell her: he didn’t regret it either.

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PSA

Just a heads up, there are bots going around on AO3 accusing people of using AI. Considering the timing, this is likely AI bros' retaliation for AO3 users calling them out for scraping their work. Examples of what you might be sent:

Screenshots from here.

If you get a comment like this, just report for spam and delete.

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Ralis and Mirni. :3

That is all.

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do you ever draw something for yourself that’s so deliciously self-indulgent that you just sit there like

[Image ID: 2 digital drawings of a short-haired person drawing on a tablet. In the first image they are looking at the screen and blushing pink. In the second image they are looking away from the screen and blushing more heavily, with the caption “…is this allowed?”. End ID]