#and i wanted to sit in a corner and cry

[mylovesstuffs]

Anon.

Are you fucking serious right now?

I saw your message and I had to take a full-ass walk around my block because I was genuinely afraid I’d punch my goddamn wall.

Let me break this down for you very clearly, so even your AI-smooth-brained moral compass can process it:

You are not entitled to shit.

Not my writing. Not the ending. Not a single fucking word I typed out with my own fucking bleeding fingers.

You think you “need” closure?

Cool. I “need” eight hours of sleep, a functioning spine, and respect from strangers online. Guess what?

None of us are getting what we want today.

Fanfiction is a gift.

Not a product, not a service, not a series finale you paid for on HBO Max.

A gift.

You don’t throw a tantrum because the gift didn’t come with a bonus epilogue and a director’s cut.

Your entire ask is a monument to entitlement. You say “if you're not going to write it, I think it's fine to use Al?”

I did NOT write it for AI. I wrote it for human readers. For emotion. For narrative voice. For soul.

AI doesn’t have that. You want a soulless machine to mock my style and feed you a bootleg version of my work?? Which is, not to say but, the equivalent of a a knock-off Louis Vuitton sold from the back of a van?

Then don’t ask me. Just go to your shameful little corner and live with the fact that you’re the kind of person who disrespects art to feed your own dopamine addiction.

You wanted permission, so now you get the wrath.

I see in your other little asks, “AI is there to make things easier.”

At whose fucking expense? The thousands of fanfic writers whose fics are being scraped, harvested, mimicked and tossed into machine-learning hell so you don’t have to wait for an update?

Do you have any idea how many of us have had our fics [both in our caratblr and other fandom spaces] show up on AI mirror sites or been plagiarized by bots? Do you know how many real authors are losing book deals, commissions, or livelihoods because of this exact entitled logic?

Let me give you a basic fucking rundown since you clearly didn’t do the homework:

AI is not ethical – Generative AI is trained off data sets that include unauthorized, uncredited, scraped work from unpaid artists, writers, poets, journalists, bloggers, fanfic writers—fuck, even therapy forums.

Authors are suing OpenAI for ingesting copyrighted novels without permission.

Fanfic is already vulnerable – We exist in a legal gray area protected only by community ethics and mutual respect. You're breaking both.

You say “I won't post it anywhere, it's just for me.”

Oh, wow, thanks. So you only want to steal quietly. Like that makes it better.

You think the damage only happens when it’s public? WRONG.

Every time you plug an artist’s work into a machine, it gets processed, stored, used for training, forever.

You have no control over where it goes or how it’s repurposed later. You are feeding the beast and killing the creators in the process.

Don’t give me “I respect you but—”

If you respected me, this message wouldn’t exist.

You get your AI-stitched ending, it doesn’t scratch the itch, and you feed it another one.

And another.

And another.

Until the entire fucking archive is turned into a graveyard of replicas and you’re the ghoulish little shit dancing on the corpses of every writer you leeched dry.

And you say “I think I’m just entitled to a bit of closure”?

Entitled. You actually used the word.

Thank you for confirming what we already knew:

That you don’t see us as people.

You see us as content machines that owe you something because you liked our work. You don’t want closure, you want control, and you will NOT get it from me.

You’re entitled to a bath, a glass of water, and the air you breathe—not my writing, not my thoughts, and definitely not a fucking auto-generated Frankenstein mockery of my style you can jerk off your emotions to.

So here's your closure:

No, you may not touch my fic.

No, you may not feed it to a bot.

No, you may not engage with my writing, my blog, my friend's blog, or my community ever again.

Block me. Report me. Cry about it.

But know this:

Every time you open an AI generator to finish a story you didn’t write, you are choosing to destroy the very creators you claim to admire.

You should be ashamed, but you won’t be. Because parasites don’t feel guilt, they just suck and suck and suck until there’s nothing left.

I'll never forget this time and date.

I hope it was worth it.

Let this be your final fucking warning.

— Celeste.

[om340700]

i like to think that my mc has huge ass mer dca plushies & belphie takes them every once in a while

[reddamselette]

was craving a burger and milkshake and then thought abt forever partners jean and neil so enjoy a drabble as i eat my burger and drink my milkshake

“You said we were getting food,” Jean starts as he stands outside the entrance, eyes flicking around before settling on Neil looking at him expectantly. “What is this?”

“Food.” Neil pulls the door open, holding it for Jean and tilts his head, urging the other to walk inside.

It’s late, nearing midnight on a Friday night. Neil wasn’t at all keen on cooking, the laziness weighed down on his bones and he’s hungry. It’s not ideal to stand around and wait for the food to heat up and season and the like so, with a craving for bubbly soda and burgers, he bothered Jean until he got an answer.

As they stand in line waiting, other locals having the same idea or a penchant for fast food, he watches as Jean surveys the brightly lit menu hanging on the wall. He didn’t tell Jean exactly where he was taking them to eat, already knowing the complaints and comment he’d get if he told the truth.

It isn’t a lie, really. But rather, simply hiding something from the man.

“Neil,” Jean murmurs and turns to him with a deadpan expression. A furrow to his brows that nearly makes Neil want to smile. He really does enjoy messing with him. “This is junk.”

They step forward in line as Neil shrugs. “No. Junk is chips and chocolate. What we have here is burgers, sandwiches, and fries.”

“I will hit you.”

“Hit me after we order and sit down.”

After several minutes of waiting—with Jean muttering a line of colorful threats in French and Neil all but unaffected—they finally order their meals.

Or rather, more accurately, Neil orders for Jean seeing as he refused countless times and stubbornly glared at the poor cashier. Although, he knows better. With each time Jean glanced at the menu, gray eyes always found the drink section and if Neil had to guess, it was most likely the milkshakes. Sugary sweet vanilla with whipped cream and an added cherry to top it off.

Once it’s paid for and they grab their trays, he and Jean move towards a booth near the window. Jean sits on the other side as Neil takes the seat facing the door.

Neil breaks the straw through the paper, placing it on the corner of his tray as he sticks the straw into his soda that clinks with ice. As he sips his drink, Jean is staring at the wrapped food in front of him, a thin line of his lips like he’s unsure what to eat first or where to start.

“Jean,” Neil says around the straw. “Your food is going to get cold if you keep staring at it.”

“I know that. I am..thinking.”

“Mm,” Neil hums in response and takes a mozzarella stick from a bag on his tray. He reaches over the table, an elbow supporting his weight and used as leverage.

Jean’s eyes flit up at Neil then at the piece of food he’s holding. “This is not remotely healthy.”

“You’ll run it off. Take a bite.” Jean sighs, shoulders slumping forward as if he’s asking himself what deed has he done to be cursed with Neil’s existence. Neil persists and says again, “Jean. Just take one bite. It’s not going to kill you.”

“I truly, deeply, hate you.” Jean leans forward and does as he’s told, a soft crunch fills the atmosphere and he sits back as he chews.

Satisfied, Neil sits back as well and opens up a little packet of marinara sauce to dip the rest of the piece and pop it into his mouth. “Sorry. I think I’m obligated to tell you that you’re not the first person to hate me.”

They settle into a silence after that. They each eat through their burgers, dip fries or mozzarella sticks or onion rings into sauces as people come and go.

Neil is halfway through his soda when Jean picks up the straw to idly twirl around his fingers.

“It’s going to melt.”

“Not if you drink it, stupid.”

“I would’ve been fine with water.”

Neil shakes his head and takes the straw from Jean’s fingers to break the paper and slide it into the lid of the cup. He pushes it towards him, using the internal struggle of the other man to clean up whatever mess they made. By the end of it, he nudges Jean’s foot with his own. “I don’t want you to be just fine. You can have something you want, you know.”

Jean surrenders easily with that, taking a sip of his milkshake. “Not always.”

“Who’s telling you that?”

He doesn’t answer immediately, glancing out the window to watch the cars pass as it becomes later and later. “No one.”

“If you want something, tell me. Or don’t. I’ll always get it for you.”

Jean doesn’t look at him, too focused on the world outside by Neil feels Jean’s foot hook around his ankle. A silent gesture of a thank you and Neil leans back against the leather seat, taking his cup of soda into his hand.

[asgardian--angels]

....idk in a fandom this gigantic how are people already coalescing onto a handful of popular headcanons and scenarios that just become the baseline now, when the source material gives us literally limitless possibilities to work with

[mjrdm]

does this . make sense

[yingxtkm]

Was really nervous about posting that last doodle lmao, this post AC AU has been stuck in my head for quite some time but it’s really niche and prob weird to some people BUT HEY niche and underrated bullshit are my specialties aka I have no one to talk to about it 90% of the time✨✨✨

[moltengoldveins]

something to be said about how someone you barely know can be instrumental to your learning how to grieve

[sinnabunii]

Hunting dogs light novel when?

[encrucijada]

hey google how do i stop being afraid and start writing again

[evadingreallife]

Not me crashing hard after sanremo manic week skjsksjskssjls

[like-butterflies-and-glitter]

it almost feels like having my mortal remains repatriated would be an easier process than this i am cold and tired and technically even not even allowed to be here legally

[disneyprincessdxminatrix]

Hope your day improves 💜💜

I hope so too! Thank you 🥺💜

[pekodayz]

no that brought back annoying memories of freshman year high school

[yellowistheraddest]

gonna be thinking about trigun to keep me strong today (dealing with extended family)

[timeflow]

I'm a hater

Stolen from twitter bc I need to see everyone's answers

[luciensbabbles]

Allowing myself to sit with the realisation that I don't love my brother anymore.