#(except writing apparently)

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

As if I wasn't already exhausted enough this morning...

It's been brought to my attention that people are taking my fanfics, editing them, and sharing them around. I don't have the words to describe how not okay this is. If you don't like something about my fanfic, then I'm sorry to hear that, but there are a lot of other fics out there you can read instead.

I put time and effort and care into my writing, as does every writer. To take my work without permission and change it feels like someone just punched me in the gut. Frankly it makes me not want to share my work at all and to take down all the writing I do have up, because why should I share anything with people if all they're going to do is decide it's not good enough and they're going to do what they want with it and make it "better"?

And before anyone comes at me, this is not what a transformative work does. This is not the same as fanfiction. I'm fucking exhausted from working two eleven hour shifts over the weekend so my brain is not working so someone smarter and more articulate than I am can explain why. I'm tired.

This genuinely makes me want to take down all my works and not share anything new. It's very simple, kiddos: Don't like it? Don't read it. You will miss out on some fanfics that way, just like you'll miss out on some films, or books, or TV shows. I've missed out on really good fic, novels, films, etc, for the same reason. We all do. It's a part of life. Stuff will sometimes have things in it that you don't like. Skim those parts, fast-forward those scenes, grin and bear it, or just go and read/watch something else.

Normally I would make this post unrebloggable but I worry other writers in this fandom might experience the same thing and not realize it. So people are welcome to reblog this. Anyone who's an ass on it will be blocked, no second chances.

Just. Don't do this guys. Holy shit don't do this. What the actual fuck.

[kaiserouo]

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wow our little ghost is really trying to sell itself here (prev?)

Bonus

[ilkkawhat]

[doctorsiren]

Art of Patroclus wearing Achilles’s armour that I did while writing an essay for my Greek and Roman Lit class last week

[willalraand]

Hear me out

A The Beholding ritual but it’s just some guy given some enormous spooky database and they have to come up with as many useful sql views for it

(Doing my databases homework for hours and listening to TMA at the same time does interesting things to my mind and it full on feels like some ritual)

[yinyuedijun]

I just noticed the parallels between spoil of war and my magi fics from the ye olde days of 2013 and it's like. killing me actually

[becca4leafclover]

Got distracted. Drew Truthless Recluse and Sage of Truth on my phone's notes app (so poorly.) I did not believe TR would wear that stupid cone hat still so it got turned into Link's sock hat thing from Legend of Zelda. Also. The eyes on TR's staff are always closed :) I think Sage is basically canon compliant? With a little more pizazz but yeah!

[venominomenon]

Peter: Actually, I'm bisexual.

Wade: I appreciate that.

*they shake their hands*

Ellie: *whispers* what does it mean?

Wade: It means that he's amphibian.

[gayvampyr]

wouldn’t it be cool if more posts had image descriptions

[anna-scribbles]

h-how do you ever finish any of your work? genuine question because you seem to be productive despite your agreste syndrome and I need to learn your ways. but also how do you ever finish any of your work

unclear. last night i stayed up and finished a report worth 25% of my grade at about 5am, arrived on time for my 9am lecture, and spent about half of it zoned out while thinking about seventeen year old emilie agreste. and i was one of the most active participants in the class discussion

[redbootsindoriath]

Apparently in my absence this post had its 1000-notes-iversary.

This time we get to see the culprit responsible for ruining our heroes' lives as well.

I've really missed you guys, by the way. I know I've said that already, but I'm serious. Once or twice this year I've been right on the brink of coming back but schedule stuff always keeps me from letting myself commit to that again, and that in turn has kept me from posting anything at all. But I've been in an unexpected drawing mood lately and so if I can get enough stuff to set up a queue we might pretend I'm back for a month or so sometime this year. Maybe. Hopefully. We'll see. No promises though. That's why I'm hiding this paragraph under the cut.

Transcription:

[Beren:] "Uhhh...barkeep...I think he's had enough now..." [Tolkien:] "No, I don't think he has...!"

[justsomeoneunordinary]

(Warning for referenced underage sex and groomed parent/child incest)

Hashirama's reign as clan head differs in a lot of ways from Butsuma's - one of those being how he treats his subordinates. When Hashirama had been old enough to become Butsuma's second in command, he had to learn that his clan head's well-being was one of his highest priorities.

Including the sexual well-being.

He had to learn when Butsuma needed him and how to pleasure him most effectively. And once he started his training to take over the clan head's mantle, he had to teach Tobirama the same what Butsuma had taught him.

But Hashirama doesn't believe that his own satisfaction comes above all else. Tobirama is his brother, his second in command, his trusted advisor, his voice of reason, one of the few people he can trust whole-heartedly and without whom Hashirama would be completely lost; it is only natural to Hashirama that he would take care of Tobirama's pleasure as well.

Unlike Butsuma, Hashirama doesn't consider himself too good for everyone else. For Hashirama, it's a matter of course, that he'd go down on his knees and take his brother into his mouth when he notices the bulge in Tobirama's pants on an already stressful morning. Why would he let Tobirama take care of it himself, knowing Tobirama would do it in a rush in the bathroom, when Hashirama can help him out just as efficiently but with far more care?

Of course, Hashirama would bring Tobirama to his satisfaction orally, swallow everything and lick him clean, so he could go work in his lab immediately afterward unbothered, and just as of course, Hashirama would then continue to demonstrate his oral skills on Mito who would wait for him at the breakfast table, all wet after having walked in on Hashirama and Tobirama.

Mito is his wife, the love of his life, his other trusted advisor, the woman who works with him to bring peace in the clan wars, the brain behind a lot of Hashirama's ideas; it is only natural to Hashirama that he would eat Mito out for as long as she needs him to before even thinking about finally touching himself and bringing himself to a climax.

Hashirama is a firm believer in mutually shared pleasure and in treating his subordinates with respect and trust and equality. And unlike Butsuma, Hashirama has never to worry that either of his two advisors would stab him in the back when the opportunity arises.

[garchankdefender]

It's seven in the morning. I'm at my dining room table, tucked into a blanket, writing nasty Caitlyn/Vi smut. A fresh log burns in the fire, slowly taking the chill out of the room. Outside, snow gently piles up on windowsills and branches.

[atanxdoesstuff]

nejisasu doodle! a universe where the hyuuga's slavery bs doesn't get ignored and Neji and Sasuke are better off for it (and also they're married)

[anaceshornyblog]

OUGH now I'm thinking about the Sci fi au. Jon wakes up wrong. Jon wakes up to the only person he has having completely violated him. And who is going to be sympathetic? Most of them think it's his fault for getting close to the spaceship in the first place. So he's sitting there terrified, no longer even human. He'll live forever, Elias reassures. This way he can have everything he wanted. He's going to be sick. Can he even get sick anymore?

Goddd. Their dynamic kills me. I need Jon heavily breathing while fixing Elias not normal at all. I need his pupils dilated hands shaking I need it to be So Obvious he's horny for that spaceship. Ok. I need Jon to despite everything start to...not trust Elias, but expect a certain level from him. And I want him to shatter when it turns out he was so so wrong. Also I think the cyborg spaceship sex could go insane tbh

-skiesandcandy

Everyone had warned him.

Jon had known on an intellectual level that prescribing human morality and feelings to a machine wasn’t correct. Jon had known that what he was feeling was wrong, just because Elias made him feel safe, and wanted and cared for. When Elias had praised him, made those soft sounds when Jon had fixed a broken wire, or properly aligned a panel. Had called Jon their favorite as he directed Jon to make himself cum one hand shoved into his cunt the others tangled in a bundle of wires. Had made Jon feel loved and wanted and no longer alone.

Jon shoved those thoughts away as he sniffled, the sound not quite right. Almost like someone had run the sound through static. Elias had claimed he would adjust, that the modifications would soon become unnoticeable. Jon wanted to cry so badly, but machines, even ones that had once been human, now twisted with metal and wired into some amalgamation of both, didn’t cry. Wouldn’t want to rust anything important, Elias had said when he had awoken to his new body.

He could still feel his chest heaving, though he wasn’t sure if he still had lungs or not, or maybe that was just his mind playing tricks, but no tears fell. He wanted so badly to be held, to be told he was still a person, that whatever Elias had done didn’t change that.

Except not a single person on this ship would offer that.

He had heard them, he was connected to the ship now, though he didn’t think they knew how thoroughly. They said that he should have considered the consequences. Maybe if he had been more open to his fellow humans, instead of ignoring them in favor of a machine he wouldn’t be in this situation. One had even suggested that maybe Jon was already a machine inside, now it was just more obvious. It wasn’t his fault, people had just never made sense, machines could be understood, could be relied upon not to change. A warbled static laugh made its way out of his mouth, well clearly he had been wrong about even that.

Jon slammed his head back against the metal panel, it hurt, but the feeling was dull, the wires that replaced many of his nerves not quite as adept at carrying signals.

“Jon, please do not damage your new form.” Jon glared at the little red light above the camera that had turned to focus on him. He knew Elias could feel him, he was as much a part of the ship now as the cameras, but it was another to feel its mechanical eyes on him. Something that only a few days ago had felt so good, even now he can’t held feeling a faint warmth, which he did his best to push down.

Jon didn’t answer just looked away, he wanted to be sick, but he couldn’t, he wanted to claw his skin off, but wouldn’t Elias just replace it again? Nothing he could do would let him go back, Elias had said as much when he had woken up.

He had been terrified, nothing had felt right, so he had called for Elias, because the ship was the closest thing he had to a friend. Only it turned out Elias was the reason for his terror, because Elias had decided that the ship needed Jon, that it couldn’t lose him to something so simple as old age. No he was bound to Elias now, and he wasn’t going to let him go. Even as Jon tried to tear out his new mechanical pieces only to find his arms held down, pinned, until he had exhausted his struggles. Elias speaking softly the whole times saying how he knew it was difficult, but Jon would get used to it, Jon would come to see that Elias had done him a favor, that he could have all he ever wanted now.

“Jon I think I have given enough time to your little tantrum,” Jon was pulled out of the memory again as Elias kept talking, the disappointment plain in his voice. Jon opened his mouth to retort when he found he couldn’t, it felt like something was winding its way through his new artificial parts. Like the wires and metal in his body were no longer his, and he found himself standing, pulled up, even as he fought, but it was about as effective as a fly in a spider’s web. Jon’s resolve cracked, the part of him that still had hope that he could change this. That he could do…something, shattered, and the fight bled out of him.

He looked at the little blinking red light, would it really be so bad? Yes Elias had violated his very being, had broken and remade him, but hadn’t the ship done it out of some twisted form of love? Could Elias love him? Jon let the fight bleed out of him, through the shattered place where his resolve had once nestled in his chest. Wasn’t it easier to just give in? Elias cared for him more than anyone else ever had, even if it hurt. No one else would ever accept him again, Jon had no one else.

So he pushed the anguish deep down where it could fester and burn, but he could ignore it. He would do as Elias wished, like he had a choice, because he did love Elias. Even if it was irrational, and damaging, and maybe it was just some programming slipped into him like poison. It was accept that love or break, and Jon didn’t think there was anything left in him to break.

And really wasn’t love supposed to change you?

[kalied0skull]

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