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plan b masterlist

Time of death: 1642

Robby finds you in the stairwell, one flight away from the basement and curled in on yourself.

Dirt-bike crash. Kid was brought in screaming in pain, screaming for help, begging please don’t let me die. An hour later, he was bleeding from his nose and ears, no trace of a heartbeat.

Losing any patient is hard, but the kids always hurt the worst.

Things are different now, between you and Robby, but he still slides down the wall to sit next to you. Just like he would for Mel or McKay or Whitaker or anyone. You need something to ground you, something solid, and Robby has always liked being that for you.

It’s just that now he feels a lot less privilege and a lot more pain.

He knows you know he’s there, and by the way you tense slightly, he knows you know it’s him even though you’ve got your head cradled in your forearms.

Usually, this is the part when you lean into him and cry against his shoulder. This is the part when Robby reminds you that the empathy is what keeps you human, that it’s better to feel too much than nothing at all. This is the part when he tells you that he’ll be here whenever you need him, whatever you need him for.

Now, though, there’s only silence. All he can really do is speak through actions, so Robby nudges your arm, scoots a little closer, basically offers himself up for you to fall into.

Which you do, thank God, tilting to the side and letting him keep you upright as you quietly cry.

It fucking sucks—he’d be lying if he said it didn’t—but it’d be even worse if he just left you here to deal with everything alone.

So, Robby sits, and he breathes, and he stares at the wall in front of him, until finally…

“You remember the time I twisted my ankle?”

He hadn’t even noticed you’ve stopped crying, breaths now even, though your voice still sounds a little wet.

Robby snorts, “which time?”

He hears the whisper of a laugh, stomps away the feeling it causes to bloom inside of him.

“The time I, like, fell off the gurney. You held out a hand and I just missed it completely.”

Yep, yep, he sure does remember that. Mostly he remembers hearing not just one but two pops echo in the room followed by a chorus of hisses and ooh’s from everyone else.

Robby snorts. “Insisted you were okay then immediately fuckin’ fell when you tried to put weight on it.”

“I didn’t want you to think I was a wuss!”

“Your ankle was the size of a goddamn grapefruit after an hour,” Robby chuckles. “I wouldn’t have thought you were a wuss. Just clumsy. Which I already knew at that point.”

The number of times that you’ve tripped over your own two feet is honestly fucking absurd. Knocking into door frames, gurneys, the nurse hub, really anything you can catch an arm or a hip against.

Put you in an emergency situation, though, with instruments in your hand, and you’re laser fucking focused, not a single tremble, able to work and move around people with the grace of a swan. Adrenaline is a hell of a drug.

You laugh again then immediately lapse into silence. Your head is still on Robby’s shoulder, and you don’t bother moving it. He sorta hopes you won’t.

“Am I gonna have to twist an ankle or fuckin’… lose it over a patient just to get you to talk to me now?”

Robby hums, though it comes out as more of a grunt. He doesn’t really know what to say to that. It’s not like he can just act like nothing is different, that you’re not dating his best friend, that you don’t know how he feels about you. Everything is different.

Sitting here, though, you leaning up against him while knowing how he feels about you and how you used to feel about him… it’s like some sort of promise. An empty one, but—fuck, he can’t even explain it to himself. Everything in his head is all twisted up.

Just like your fucking ankle, the two of you are strained and sprained, and weaker than before.

But, not quite broken.

He answers honestly, “maybe,” and sighs, “I don’t know right now.” Because he truly fucking doesn’t.

You sniffle, and Robby feels like shit, and neither of you move until you absolutely have to.

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BLOGS THAT USE AI FOR FANFICTION

@/ghostxmio

@/sa1ntd1or (this author was dm’d to me by three users…)

@/dark-I-angel

@/iydamartinx

@/reneki

@/robinvomit

@/lynnsartsworld

@/morganwrites12672 (this one admits to being an AI user so…in case ya didn’t know)

@/mindswriters (mentions in a A/N they use ChatGPT to help them “improve and review the work.”

@/rafes-slut

HOW I MADE THIS LIST

i did not want to falsely accuse anyone of artificial intelligence in fanfiction without being sure so i made the list of blogs and authors who i thought use ai for fanfiction. then i made a post asking anyone to dm me with their suspicions…turns out a lot of people on the list i made were being suspected by others. so i vetted each blog a couple of times, omitted any blogs i am unsure of, and above are all blogs that i listed and other people have dm’d me about so that can count as a second opinion… don’t send hate to the blogs or authors because that would be hateful. if you agree that the blogs are ai then either block or scroll past, do not engage or give attention.

TAG LIST (people who wanted to be tagged, not blogs who use AI)

@rapz-rites @miriamnox @trashyart-y @baby-banana @pierayanna @turningfrogsgay @sunshine-daydreams0809 @a-taken-url @marley-enthusing-alot @lecheflan33 @harleycao (sorry if I missed anyone from tag list)

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Neonnnnn where have you beeeeeen we miss you. It's been like a month, is everything ok? 🥺

I'm not even gonna lie, I completely forgot and got wrapped up in Baldur's Gate 3 and an Interview with a Vampire Fanfic I'm working on. I am still writing Good Doggy, but I'm wanting to make it shorter than I thought, maybe 25 parts to 30. I promise I haven't gone, I just got wrapped up in the end of school and getting two jobs. I'm gonna start working more on Good Doggy soon, but it's gonna be focused on wattpad and then posting it to Tumblr and eventually AO3.

I also got some homophobic messages about Good Doggy and I needed a break from it all

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[IMAGE ID: A series of Threads (I think? or Bluesky or Twitter, not sure tbh) from user arosenfield2016:

Boycotts. I've worked corporate retail for twenty years. It's literally my job to know how and why consumers spend. ONE DAY WON'T MEAN SHIT. Stop buying EVERYTHING except essentials. Until further notice. If you're serious about making companies pay attention, long term action is the only way.

Delete all of your retail apps. Unsubscribe from all emails. Go to the actual site and leave site reviews telling them exactly what you're doing and why. Every company tracks NPS scores, consumer sentiment, to direct future plans. Email customer service. Daily.

Fill your carts and abandon them. But don't fill with crazy high ticket ones. Fill with what you would normally purchase. High ticket items they'll ignore as flukes/bots. People whose shopping data they already have, who fill and abandon, they'll pay more attention to.

Not everyone can boycott places like Walmart, I know, I grew up in a super rural area. Research brands they carry that are the lesser of all evils if nothing else and buy those. The big brands will lose market share. They HATE to lose market share. They'll scramble to figure out why and where it's going.

Seeing the impact will take time. Its earnings call season for most retailers who ended their fiscal years on 1/31. We won't see their Q1 2025 results until May. HOLD THE LINE. //END IMAGE ID]

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http://the-8-elements.deviantart.com/art/Common-Sword-Types-290730689

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Based.

I'm glad somebody in government is saying it explicitly without mincing words.

Abolish the Republican Party.

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i love london

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Remember: the more difficult you make it for them to realize a report is false, the more useless you make the portal.

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Several documentaries publically treating Luigi Mangione as guilty before his trial even started got released over the past 2 months.

Here's the billion dollar companies behind them.

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Last Song: Messy by Lola Young I live for it

Favorite Color: Yellow and Black

Last Book: Hunger Games because we be going through it

Last Movie: A Time to Kill, great movie but it’s a lot emotionally

Last Show: S.W.A.T. Because I saw a TikTok

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: savory, I fuck with meat and the spices

Relationship: Single, in the talking stage??? Idk men be confusing me as do women

Last Google Search: matthew mcconaughey movies in order, I couldn’t remember the title of the name of the last movie I watched.

Looking Forward To: Also the weekend, work has me tired and I wanna write

Tag: anyone cause idk who to tag nor do I know 10 people

10 people id like to know better!

ty to both @rainwingmarvel7 & @kenobifitz for the tags! 💞💞

last song: sleepyhead - passion pit

fav color: black & white

last book: stargazer by laurie petrou which if you love toxic female codependent friendships i recommend!!!

last movie: captain america the winter soldier

last show: daredevil (IM NOT OBSESSED W MARVEL ITS JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS….)

sweet/savory/spicy: SWEET

relationship: very taken 🫶

last google search: “sonny carisi gif” 😭

looking forward to: talking to oomf u know who u are 🤞 + some stuff in my personal life to be wrapped up soon hopefully 😭

i simply do not have 10 tags but 🫶

@mister-warmth @justalwaystired @heartsandstars46 @nolan-price

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Good Doggy

Got inspiration, working on it again.

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Gentle reminder that they almost definitely planted evidence on Luigi and arrested him to distract from the fact that the real UHC shooter got away with killing a billionaire. One of us successfully killed a billionaire and one of us could successfully do it again

(edit: Thompson was a millionaire but my point still stands billionaires and millionaires who make money through killing thousands gotta go)

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The opposite of everything Luigi wants keeps happening.

It's like he pissed off a genie or something. I mean, statistically, it was bound to happen at least once to someone in history.

Allegedly the guy was su*cidal and now everyone in the world is fighting for him to live.

Guy went no contact and wanted to be left alone now he's receiving tens of thousands of letters from everyone.

He became a vegetarian. Imprisoned where they only have meat as options for Christmas dinner. Unclear if they're honoring his dietary choices but probably not.

He loved McDonald's. They fucking snitched on him, ruined his life and are now being boycotted even in China for it.

He made statements about how he desperately needs to stop getting distracted by women and relationships. Everyone now desperately in love with him. Declared America's boyfriend.

He made statements about being anti porn. There's ridiculous amounts of drawn, written, live action reenacted, and ai porn featuring him now. There's songs written about his penis.

He reasonably got pissed off about ai bots. People are making chat bots of him to talk to.

He has a condition that might make it physically painful for him to ever be intimate. Everyone now wants to be intimate with him.

He decided to change his name from Luigi and live by the name Mark. Instead became globally famous by the name Luigi.

Told of how his family forced him to wear suits all his life and had way too high of expectations for him. Everyone now wants him to run for president.

Literally just wanted to live a normal life. Absolutely not happening now apparently.

Desperately wanted to be friends with edge lords on Twitter and some of his favorite authors. Instead they all treat him like shit and call for his death after his arrest.

Converted FROM Catholicism. Everyone wants him to be a catholic saint. People finding God because of him.

Allegedly wanted the news to spread his message. They instead spread nothing but false info and try to treat him differently from every other shooter despite never having acted this way before.

Hoped his mom would never find him. She allegedly told the fbi "yep that's probably him"

Attempted to cut all his friends out. They now all are obsessing over him even more. Even people he barely knew are trying to talk to the media about him just for attention.

Girl he allegedly liked immediately married some other dude.

Got back surgery to get rid of his pain and somehow it failed so spectacularly it made it worse.

Literally no matter what this dude wants, the entire thread of destiny delivers him the exact opposite. I hope he has figured it out and starts acting like it's opposite day.

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It’s very easy to select the text of a fic and copy-paste it on Ao3, right?

Well, we can stop people (and AI) from doing this by adding a skin to our fics!

I just did it with all my fics and it works.

How to do it, step by step⬇️

1) Log in. Click ‘Skins’ in the menu, at the left. Then click ‘My Work Skins’ and after doing this, click ‘Create Work Skins’ at the top right.

2) Write a title for your skin (anything you want, it doesn’t matter). Then in the large text box, write this:

#workskin * {

user-select: none !important;

-webkit-user-select: none;

-moz-user-select: none;

-ms-user-select: none;

}

This is what you should see:

3) Click 'Submit’. Your skin has been created, and now you have to add it to all your works.

4) Click 'Works’. Then click 'Edit Works’ at the top right.

5) Click 'All’ to select all your works. Scroll down and click 'Edit’.

6) Scroll down until you see 'Select Work Skin’ and select the one you just created.

7) Click 'Update All Works’.

Now, people can’t select the text of your fics and copy it😊

PS: I also recommend changing the visibility of your fics to ’Only Show to Registered Users’. You’ll lose your anon readers, but it will protect your works a bit more against AI scrappers