#this is my first time writing them plz give me constructive criticism

[viscerax]

It wasn't often that Katsuki Bakugo stayed up late. He typically went to bed around 8:30, and he was very strict to adhere to his schedule. However, after a particularly fitful bout of attempted sleep, he figured he would bite the bullet now, and get up to make some tea to hopefully help him calm down. He enjoyed the dorms at night. They were quiet, and it left him some time to himself, something he did not get very often.

The sound of the dormitory door closing is what alerted Bakugo. It was... awfully late for anyone to be up, let alone sneaking into the dorms. Although, he supposed he wasn't one to talk. He was up as well, but he wasn't speaking out- well, in.

He peered at the door from the corner of his eye, only to see a green tuft of hair disappear past the corner and down the hall. Bakugo got up from his spot on the couch, leaving his tea pot behind to follow often who could only be Izuku.

He heard the other boy mumbling, and he couldn't tell if he was talking to himself or somebody else.

"- shhh... you can't make any noise!" Midoriya muttered into... his book bag?

Bakugo tried to strain his ears to hear more, but then Midoriya quickly whipped his head back, as if he had sensed him.

"Ah!" Midoriya shouted before using one hand to cover his own mouth, using the other to hold onto his book bag.

"Deku? What the actual fuck are you doing out this late?" Bakugo whispered-yelled. He looked Midoriya up and down and- wait. Was his book bag fucking moving?

"Kacchan! I was just uhm! Going for a walk! Yeah!" Midoriya quickly excused, but Bakugo didn't buy it for even a second, and Midoriya could tell.

Bakugo quirked an eyebrow. "A walk?"

"...yeeesss..?"

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" Bakugo scoffed, almost offended that Izuku thought that would work on him for even a second.

"N-no! Of course not!" Midoriya quickly cleared up, although Bakugo's gaze didn't lighten.

"What are you actually doing?" Bakugo questioned again, sparing a glance to Izuku's wiggling book bag.

Midoriya let out a soft sigh. "Okay... please don't tell anyone..." Izuku hummed and ushered Bakugo to come closer. Bakugo inched forward, and peered into Izuku's bag.

"Is that a fuckin-"

"SHHH!" Midoriya quickly silenced bakugo with a hand over his mouth. Inside the bag peered a wide eyed kitten, soft and multicolored fur looking tangled and ratty.

"Why are you sneaking a kitten into the dorm?" Bakugo scolded, glancing up at Izulu and then back down to the kitten.

"He uhm... he comes around all the time. I started feeding him and then he started following me in the building and its going to rain tonight and he's such a small guy he'd probably freeze to death out there so I couldn't just leave him and so I figured I could bring him in tonight and then re-home him tommorow!" Midoriya explained in one long winded breath. Bakugo just stared for a few moments, before looking back to the kitten.

"Whats his name?" Bakugo asked, reaching a hand into the bag as the kitten gently rubbed against him. He pet it a few times, before withdrawing his hand, acting like he did not give a fuck about the very soft... very adorable kitten.

"What? Oh uhm.... its... All Meowt." Izuku whispered, and bakugo almost let out a laugh. How perfectly nerdy and creative for Izuku.

"All Meowt?" Bakugo asked, biting down a smile.

"Y-yeah. Like All Might." Midoriya explained, and Bakugo scoffed.

"Yeah, I know, nerd." The once teasing name was said with almost an endearing edge. "How are you going to keep it hidden without Aizawa finding out?"

Deku shrugged, hugging the bag close to him again. "I dunno... keep it in my dorm until I find someone who will take it...? Or maybe he'd let us keep it! He seems like the type to like cats!"

Bakugo shrugged. "Yeah, but he's also a stickler for the rules. I guess you'll find out tommorow."

"Yeah... I guess so. Well, I'm going to try and sneak him into my room. Goodnight Kacchan!"

"Goodnight De- Izuku." Bakugo bit back the old insult he used to use on Izuku, although it felt weird after calling him nothing but for the last 10 years of their life. Midoriya smiled at Bakugo in a way that made his stomach tense up, and he quickly turned around to attend to the tea he had left on the stove.

After fixing and drinking his tea, Bakugo tip-toed through the halls back to his dorm. However, on his way, he saw the light of Izuku's dorm peeking out from under his door. He figured that checking in on the kitten wouldn't do him any harm, he supposed.

He knocked quietly on Izuku's door, and heard scrambling and "Shit!" From the other side. He leaned closer to the door and cupped his hands around his mouth, whispering "It's just me, you damn nerd."

After a few long seconds, Midoriya opened the door, looking up at Bakugo.

"I wanted to see if you had gotten caught yet." Which was Bakugos way of saying he wanted to check in on All Meowt.

"O-oh! No, I haven't. Uhm- do you want to see him?" Midoriya whispered and moved to the side so Bakugo could come inside. Bakugo stepped past Izuku without answering his question, finding All Meowt curled up on Izuku's All Might comforter.

Bakugo walked over and pet the kitten on his head, which caused him to wake up, blinking sleepy eyes up at him. He stood up and rubbed against Bakugo's thigh, which prompted him to gently pick him up and hold him to his chest, a moment of gentleness he would've been more embarrassed of around anyone else. He sat on the floor, setting All Meowt in his lap. The kitten purred and curled up in Bakugo's lap.

"He seems like he likes you." Izuku chuckled, sitting next to Bakugo and petting the kitten in his lap.

"You think?" Bakugo remarked sarcastically, glancing over as Izuku scooted ever closer to him.

"Hm... no nevermind. He definitely likes me more." Izuku teased, and Bakugo rolled his eyes.

"Oh yeah, sure. Because he's curled up and purring in your lap right now, isn't he?" Bakugo scoffed.

There was a long moment of silence, although it was comfortable and natural. He wasn't sure how long it had been, but before he was aware of it, Midoriya was snoring lightly against his shoulder, and Bakugo was struggling to keep his eyes open. He told himself that he was only staying there for All Meowt, and definitely not because he may or may not have enjoyed the feeling of Izuku relying on him.

Bakugo woke up to the sound of snickers and a flash of light in his face.

"Guys! Stop! Kacchan is going to kill you all! And probably me too!" Bakugo opened his eyes to find he was laying on the floor, holding a sleeping All Meowt in his arms. He looked up and saw Kaminari, Mina, and Kirishima surrounding him, snickering and taking pictures of him from all angles.

He immediately stood up, setting All Meowt down on Izuku's bed to chase after them, small explosions coming from his hand, but they were long gone.

He chased them down the halls, capturing Kirishima, and giving him a few blasts. Izuku watched from his room, trying not to smile as he held All Meowt in his hands.

[pearlcaddy]

Over the past few weeks, I’ve seen an increase in poor fic comment etiquette in our fandom, so just a couple wee reminders:

1. Don’t pester fic writers for updates. I think most people mean for “please update soon” to convey enthusiasm for an ongoing fic, but usually it just adds unnecessary pressure or comes across as pestering. We are already planning to update as soon as we are able to—a reader telling us to do so isn’t helping.

Remember that we aren’t paid to write fic, and many of us have full-time (or more) responsibilities in the real world. Some of us feel guilty for leaving readers hanging, but don’t have the time at the moment to sit down and write that update to the quality that we want. “Please update soon” feels like our readers have barged into our homes and started yelling for dinner when the food we’re making for ourselves only just got put in the oven.

Sometimes the “update soon” comments go beyond enthusiastic and become purely demanding. I’ve gotten a handful of “more plz” and “Chapter 2!!!!”, as if the commenters are Thor yelling out an order for another drink. As if the next chapter is something I can easily pull from a bar tap instead of something I spend hours crafting.

And it doesn’t just happen on WIPs. On some of my completed oneshots, I’ve gotten demands for sequels: “I need a follow-up where X happens,” “Do [a different ship] next,” “If you don’t write more in this series, I will kill myself.” That last one is especially “now we don’t have time to unpack all of that,” but the tl;dr is that AO3 is not a restaurant. Readers can’t place orders for more fics in the comment section.

There are polite ways to demonstrate enthusiasm for a writer’s future work. “I found X really cute/interesting/compelling—if you end up writing a sequel about that, I’d love to read it!” or “Excited to see where this goes!” or “If you do update/add another fic in this series, I’ll be first in line to read it!”

Don’t be demanding. Don’t be entitled. Don’t pressure fic writers. We write fic because we love it—every fic and chapter that gets posted is a gift and not something that readers are entitled to.

Do you love a WIP that hasn’t been updated recently? Leave a comment! Drop a kudos! Rec the fic! Encourage the writer by telling them that you value what they’ve written instead of yelling for more. Making us feel good about our writing is a much more effective way to get us to write more. Demands for updates just make me less productive.

2. Don’t give unsolicited constructive criticism. Some writers ask for concrit in authors’ notes and they’re willing to engage with it. But a lot of us come to fic to have fun with writing and to build our confidence. If a writer hasn’t explicitly asked for concrit, assume that it isn’t welcome (or, if you want to double check, you can ask first.)

Don’t like how the fic is paced? Don’t like how a character behaved? Don’t like a certain plot point? As a reader, you’re definitely entitled to be disappointed when a fic you like takes a turn you don’t enjoy, but at the end of the day, it’s not your fic! There’s nothing you can or should do about that disappointment, aside from maybe venting to a friend and then figuring out if you’re still interested in reading the fic.

Don’t badger writers in their comment section and tell them what they should be writing or how they should be writing it. Don’t demand that they change their plans for their fic or try to dictate what should be happening in the next chapter. Don’t “um, actually” in their comment section about petty factual details they may have gotten wrong.

Focus your comments on the parts of the fic that you did like and ignore the parts you didn’t. Encourage the people writing the fics you love instead of tearing them down. You won’t end up getting the fics you want; you might just drive away a fic writer.

Neither of these reminders is meant to discourage people from commenting. Commenters keep fandoms running by directly and vocally encouraging fic writers, and they’re an absolutely vital part of the fic ecosystem. (And the vast majority of commenters in this fandom are utterly amazing. I love youse dearly and I have no notes.) I’ve just noticed a trend lately where some commenters seem to forget that fic writers are real human beings. So please just treat us like human beings.

[peanuts-and-pickles]

Glitches, Candles, and Knives

Summary: Five and Sloane (from the Sparrow academy) become (strictly platonic) friends. One day, while hiding out in a secret room, Fives trauma from the Apocalypse carries over and effects his power, making him “glitch”. He keeps it a secret from everyone, including Sloane, but little does he know Ben saw the whole thing. Later, on a mission, he gets injured, looses control of his power, and his secret leaks.

Warnings: Fighting, graphic violence, mentions of blood, a stabbing, Five in pain. This is my first writing piece, please let me know if I forgot any. 

Word Count: 1139

(Ok guys this is my first ever public writing piece, so i’m sorry if its bad. I would love constructive criticism, but plz don’t be mean, i’m sensitive)

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Number Five blinked to the hallway, making sure the coast was clear. He gestured to Sloane, who was peeking around the corner. The two of them crept down, through the old house, into the creaky basement. Five lifted the moth ridden carpet, which released a puff of dust into the air. Sloane coughed, waving it away from her face. She lifted the trap door hidden beneath, and together they slipped into the secret space they had both discovered when they were kids. 

The two had become secret friends, after she and him had bonded over the stupidity of their siblings on a mission. Once they realized they both had many things in common, they slowly opened up to each other. Their siblings had no idea, of course. Nether Sloane or Five had any intention of showing any weakness, which, to them, apparently meant making friends. (Also, it was likely they would be considered traitors by their respective families.) 

Both Five and Sloane had found the hidden room when they were young, separately of course. Once they discovered the other knew about it, it became their secret hangout. 

Sloane's finger burst into flame, and she lit a candle, the soft glow gently illuminating both their faces. 

Five snorted and clicked on a flashlight. He never was one to believe in unconventional methods. 

They talked for a long time, about life, their respectable childhoods, their siblings, and Reginald. 

While the Umbrella’s childhood had been miserable, the sparrows had been... tolerable. Reginald was still the jerk he always was, but seeing how the first batch turned out, he decided to try a different approach on the sparrows. By a different approach, he meant calling them by their names, instead of numbers. Also,  not locking any of his children in mausoleums. 

The pair talked long enough for the candle to burn low, until Sloane’s head dropped onto Five’s shoulder, and she began to snore. 

Five glanced at her, before focusing on the candle, the light reflecting in his dark eyes. 

But Five and Sloane were not alone. Across the small room, Ben  watched the two of them. He sat, his back against the wall, watching Five trace patterns in the dusty floor. He wished he could say something, anything, but there he sat, dead, and silent. 

Suddenly, Five doubled forward, clutching his stomach. He made a small sound of pain, and his body… flickered. The only way to describe it was like when a t.v. screen glitched, sometimes in two places at once, unfocused and pixelated. Ben started forward, calling his name. Of course Five couldn’t hear him. His body was still broken, flickering. Ben felt like he was seeing double. Panic crept up his throat. Should he get Klaus?

Five gasped, and the glitching stopped. He sat forward, his breaths quick, ragged and painful. He clutched himself, his body still shaking. He glanced over at Sloane, who was still mercifully asleep, her head leaning onto her shoulder.

Five hugged himself tighter, his knees drawn to his chest. He looked at his hands, and in the softest voice possible, whispered “What’s happening to me?” 

That was when Ben noticed the soft grey ash, drifting through the air, coming to rest on Five’s shoulders. 

                                             .         .         .

“Sloane. Hey, Sloane,” Five shook Sloane's shoulder. “Mm?” Sloane stirred, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Five watched her for a second, his hesitation clear on his face. Ben leaned forward. “Tell her,” He muttered.“Dads calling us.” Five said, getting up. “Better put out that useless candle of yours.” Ben sat back, disappointed and frustrated.  Five always was bad at asking for help. 

Later, the two academies stood in front of Reginald, dressed in their mission suits, masks on. The Sparrow and Umbrella academy stood noticeably apart from each other, giving hateful looks across the divide. 

“There is currently a bank robbery taking place at cornerstone bank. Nothing you can't handle. We must hurry however, as it would be ideal to arrive before the city’s incorrigible police department does…”

As Reginald kept talking, Ben watched Five. The others hadn’t seen what he’d seen in the room beneath the floorboards. If they had, they'd be bombarding Five with questions, trying to help in the only way they knew how. That's why Ben didn’t tell Klaus. Not even when he noticed Five’s hand, hidden behind his back, glitching just like his whole body did in the basement. 

Reginald’s pep talk ended, and the groups dispatched off on their mission. 

Luther slammed a robber over the marble counter, his skull cracking on impact. He turned, and sprung into the fight, his chest bare, all his monkey hair out in the open. 

While Alison dispatched a robber quickly, she tossed a broken pipe to Marcus, who made quick work of his own assailant. Throughout this all, Five and Sloane fought as a well coordinated pair, fighting efficiently, each person's power helping them in their own way.  When a robber pinned Sloane against the desk, Five kicked him in the small of his back, and then when he turned around,  punched him in the face. 

“Hey Five! Heads up!” Diego shouted, whipping a knife out of his belt. Five jumped back, and Diego threw with scary precision. He focused on the knife, curving it around the corner, heading straight for the unsuspecting robber. That's when the robbers friend tackled Diego, breaking his concentration. 

The sounds of fighting were suddenly broken by Sloane's scream. She stared in horror at the knife, sticking out of Five’s stomach. He was staring at it too. With one shaking hand, he touched the bloody wound, and stared at his fingers, dyed red. A strange quiet came over the group, teetered on the edge, and then fell. His sibling’s rushed toward Five. Unfortunately for him, the robber, who Diego's knife was meant for, got to him first. He slammed Five against the wall, and in one smooth move, yanked the knife out of Five’s stomach and held it to his neck. “Don’t move,” the robber growled, looking around at the group. Underneath him, blood dripped from Five’s lips. His whole body shook with pain.

 Ben was the first to notice the gradual flickering slowly taking over Five’s body. But soon Luther did too, and his voice joined those trying to reason with the robber. “What the hell is happening to Five?!” Klaus shouted. Because now Five’s whole body was glitching. This time, worse than before. 

Ash rained down around Five, and rubble flickered in and out of existence around his feet. Cinders joined the flickering ash. 

“What the hell?!” The robber backed away from five, who slid down to the floor. Five flickered, crying out in pain. 

“It's the apocalypse,” Vanya breathed. “He brought the apocalypse here. somehow,” 

As his siblings rushed toward him, Five flickered once, twice, and then disappeared in a flurry of cinders and ash. 

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To be continued???

[ohhellnowhy]

Happy Birthday, Sammy.

In honour of Sam Winchester’s birthday, I decided to write some smut for him. Thought I’d start off my blog with a lil present. Plz be nice, it’s only my first smut, and constructive criticism and comments are always welcomed! Go for a request if you want one. I’ve got a couple more posts planned but if y’all request something I’m more likely to write!

Please reblog with credit and don’t repost without my permission onto other sites. The AO3 post: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23993437

Sam x Reader: smut, swearing, slightly Dom!Sam, restraints.

I woke up slightly groggily next to Sam. It was crazy sometimes, how he was so warm, despite me being on the other side of the bed and barely touching him. But what was a little strange was waking up next to him. Usually, Sam would’ve been up and out for his run by now, maybe even back by the time I’d awoken, but Sam, Dean and I had been out for a relatively taxing hunt and drove back to the bunker more or less immediately after getting the job done. So Sam was particularly sleepy today and wouldn’t go on a run until later. 

Glancing at the time, I saw it was 09:03. A strange time for me to be up and Sam not to be. Then the realisation dawned. Today was May 2nd; Sam’s birthday. I figured my subconscious must have made me wake up earlier so I could put my plans into action. Oh, and boy, did I have plans.

Part 1: Birthday wake-up blowjob.

Smirking almost evilly, I slowly peeled back the covers from the both of us and positioned myself just next to his crotch. I then palmed his cock through his boxers, noticing the morning wood that was slightly growing beforehand, whilst slowly edging the underwear down. Sam groaned above me, but not waking up yet. Once the boxers were down enough, I started softly stroking him enough for him to get harder, but only slowly so he wouldn’t wake up before the best bit. Sam was still making some happy noises, now a little bit louder and complimented by a little bit of squirming. 

It was the perfect time to engulf his cock with my mouth, and Sam shot awake with a deep groan. “Ah, SHIT, (Y/N). That’s a wonderful wake up call.” I looked back up at him and hollowed my cheeks, sucking with earnest. I bobbed my head up and down his length, drawing stifled groans from the glorious, messy man above me. I flicked my tongue over the head of his dick, making him thrust up into my mouth which consequently made me gag. Trying to suppress the reflex, I took him down further into my throat. “Oh, God, (Y/N), I’m gonna-” With the obvious statement he was making, I cupped his balls and circled his cock with my tongue, swallowing around him as he came. Once I swallowed all his cum, I sat back up to give him a quick peck on the lips.

“Happy Birthday, Sammy.” Once he got his breath together, he actually formulated a coherent response. “Oh, yeah. I sorta forgot about that.”

“How do you forget your own birthday?” I questioned, looking at him incredulously. “Well, we never really celebrated birthdays.” He shrugged. “I guess there always seemed to be more important things to focus on.”

“And that attitude is why I’m making your birthdays more important to you. They’re good milestones and an excuse to have fun. Remember Dean’s birthday this year? Wasn’t it fun to just get away from hunting a little bit and enjoy quality time?” He sighed. admitting defeat. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” We then sat and just held each other for a bit, talking about just whatever we wanted for an hour or two. “Thank you for the wake up by the way. We need to have morning sex more often.”

“I totally agree with you. We don’t do it nearly enough - barely ever.” With that, he captured my lips with his, tenderly and sloppily making out. He started to grab my ass, trying to pull my shorts down but I cut him off. “Nuh-uh. We’ve got other plans today. Why don’t you go for your run first?” He whined, trying to give me the puppy dog eyes but I resisted. “Nope. You want me to get you anything from the kitchen before you go out?” Sam sighed, knowing that once I knew for certain I was going to do something, I wasn’t ever giving up. “Can I get an apple and a bottle of water please?”

“Sure thing.” I smirked, getting out of bed and walking to the kitchen to retrieve the requested items. Dean was also in the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes from breakfast. “Hey, Dean, Sam’s off out for his run - we’ve got to start now.” With that, he strode out of the kitchen to get Jack and Cas for the preparation. I grabbed the apple and a bottle of water from the fridge - Sam always had cold bottles of water kept in the fridge for quickness - and met Sam on his way out. “Thanks, Babe.” He said, giving me a quick kiss before heading out.

It was time for Part 2: Just a Small Birthday Party

Once the rest were assembled in the kitchen, I set out tasks. “Dean and Cas - you’re in charge of the decorations. We need some in here and around the map room. Jack - we’re gonna do the cake. Decorations are in my old room. Go.”

Dean and Cas scurried off, realising they were time limited. Jack got the ingredients out and measured them whilst I got the utensils and the like out and started preparing. Jack was watching my baking intently, clearly wanting to learn something as interesting and delicious as this. I narrated what I was doing, with reasons as to why with my limited knowledge. I wasn’t the best baker in the world, but every now and then I did something that surprised the Winchesters. Soon, the cake was in the oven, and Dean and Cas were already pretty much finished in all the rooms. Jack and I cleaned up the baking mess (complete with licking the spare batter off the spoons and whisks) and started preparing the decorations for the cake and making other foods. Dean was cooking gourmet burgers and homemade chips - he actually had quite the affinity for cooking and had more time to perfect it once they’d moved into the bunker.

Just as Jack and I were about to decorate the cake, Cas came rushing in to tell us he heard one of the garage doors closing, meaning Sam must be back. I told Cas to take over what I was doing with Jack whilst I distracted Sam for just a little while longer until we were ready. Coming into our shared bedroom to see Sam stripping out of his workout clothes, I tempted him with the prospect of us showering together and another blowjob. He took the bait and we very much enjoyed the bunker’s long-lasting hot water and stable water pressure. 

Once we were cleaned up, I noticed Dean had shot me a text saying they were ready. “Hey, Sam, I think Dean’s cooking those nice burgers we get from the butcher’s - you up for food?” Hearing his stomach grumble, he shot me a look that said it all.

A little nervous, Sam and I wandered towards the kitchen. Turning on the lights, which he seemed confused at as to why they were off, Jack, Cas and Dean stood up to shout “SURPRISE!” along with me behind him. Jack and Dean joking pulled some party poppers as Sam took in some decorations. A banner that stated “Happy Birthday!” In a surprisingly nice, simple colour was strung above the table, with a few more obnoxiously stereotypical balloons in one corner and some presents wrapped near them. “Aw, thanks guys! You didn’t have to do this for me.” Dean spoke first, joking that his little brother was “-getting older by the minute so they had to stave off the grumpiness as long as possible.” He also revealed the burgers he was cooking with an assortment of sides and fillings available. We all served up our lunches and cracked open a beer each. 

As we ate lunch, we talked about all sorts; Dean’s surprisingly good cooking, Cas eating on a rare occasion, retelling old stories and teasing at embarrassing moments - we were all content and having a good time. Jack and I dumped the dishes in the sink to tend to later as we brought out the cake and Jack lit all the candles for us. He cut the lights as I carried the cake to the table and decided not to sing happy birthday as only Dean and I knew the song and it would only be awkward otherwise. “Make a wish!” I said as Sam blew out his candles, Cas then questioning these strange human customs moments later. Sam cut some cake for us all and the others appreciated my baking skills. 

“Okay, time for presents!” Dean announced, taking the whole pile of gifts and dumping them on the table just as Cas cleaned the rest of the plates away. The first was from Cas - neatly wrapped were some old lore books that, somehow, the Winchesters had never got their hands on before yet Castiel somehow did. Jack had gotten Sam a plaid shirt and a big photo album with a few old photos he got from Dean and some more recent ones that had been taken on various occasions - but there was still lots of room for more. I gave Sam a box of chocolates and a couple of fiction books Sam had been meaning to read for a long time but he had just never got round to. Finally came Dean’s gift; a pair of Lycra shorts and other pretentious but cheap workout clothing that were just utterly ridiculous. But then in all seriousness Dean handed Sam a box that, once unwrapped, revealed a new tablet. Sam was particularly ecstatic with this gift, but then he profusely thanked us all again for the presents. Jack went on with washing the dishes (with angel powers) whilst Dean and Cas cleared up some rubbish from the unwrapping. 

I helped Sam carry the presents to his room. As he bent over to put the new shirt in one of his drawers, I came up behind him and snaked my arms around his waist and propped my head up on his shoulder. “Ya know, those chocolates and the books weren’t the only presents you’re receiving from me today.” He turned around to face me and smirked knowingly. “Oh? And what would be the other present?” 

“Let me show you.” 

I grabbed a bag hidden in the wardrobe, and dashed off to the bathroom to change.

The last part - Part 3: Amazing Birthday Sex.

Sam’s POV

Waiting in anticipation, I thought I knew what to expect but I also didn’t. I presumed it was birthday sex or some variation thereof, but whatever twist (Y/N) was putting on it I couldn’t tell. I was snapped out of my thoughts by a text I’d just received - from Dean. It read:

Me, Cas and Jack are off to a hunt in Washington - leaving you two to have some alone time. It should be a pretty simple hunt, but we’ll be about 3 days. I’ll only call if it’s desperate. Stay safe and have fun, birthday brother ;)

I sent back a quick, thankful reply as I realised (Y/N) had planned all of this. The sly, stunning dog had planned this all out and roped the rest of them in aswell. Not that I was complaining, simply noticing the effort (Y/N) had put into this. God, she was amazing; on every single level. 

Speaking of the devil, she sauntered in at that point, looking absolutely delicious on every level. She wore a red, lacy matching set of lingerie that made me almost drool at the sight of her. Her cleavage displayed perfectly and teasingly as it was framed by her bra, and the completely lace panties accentuating her figure in the best possible way. “Like what you see?” She said tauntingly, one hip cocked out sassily. “Oh, fuck yeah.” I replied, striding purposefully over and crashing my lips into hers, holding her face in my hands. 

She pulled away and said: “Hang on. I’ve got something else for you.” (Y/N) told me to sit on the edge of the bed, hold out my hands and close my eyes. I then felt her sat on the bead, nearer to the headrest but then lent forward to place two objects in my hands. Before I could try to assess what they were by touch alone, she said I could open my eyes. I immediately looked down to see a pair of leather-lined handcuffs and a long, silk rectangle of fabric. It was obvious what they were for. “You want me to use these on you?”

“You can do whatever you want with them. The control’s all on you, birthday boy.”

I groaned at all the filthy thoughts running a millions miles an hour through my head and almost leapt on (Y/N) to kiss her. I positioned her to lay beneath me, her starting to unfasten the buttons on my shirt. Bringing up her wrists to the headboard, I scolded her gently. “Ah, ah ah.” I stopped her, fastening her hands together with the handcuffs, attaching them to the headboard so she was stuck in one position. 

“The control’s all on me, little girl.”

She let out a shaky breath at this.

We both knew it was going to be one hell of a night.

[itsjustaphase-mom]

Queer Eye: Umbrella Academy Edition

so the phrase “Luther on Queer Eye” came to me and I freaked out and uh yeah this happened... i basically wrote up how the Fab Five would help the Hargreeves siblings (its under the cut cuz it’s l o n g) (also Karamo signs them all up for therapy i didnt write that for each one because they all need it so bad) (oh also warning i dont know shit about anything these men are experts in so constructive criticism is appreciated thx xo)

Luther

Tan- surprisingly, Luther doesn’t seem to have any issue finding well fitted clothes, so Tan would probably just work on style- add some colour and prints, teach him how to make his torso look a bit smaller with the cut of his clothes and stuff like that

Antoni- big man need big food...find recipes that satisfy the monkey body??

Jonathan- Help that man deal with his monkey body!! shaving is an option buddy

Karamo- help him get over his leader complex and ALSO i was thinking about the fact that he doesnt realize how bad his siblings (namely klaus and vanya) were abused?? and that’s why he’s always brushing them off like that because he thinks his experience matches theirs even though he had superstrength and was their dad’s favourite...he just never stopped to consider that  they had it so much worse so fill him in karamo plz

Bobby-He needs space, he’s a big man. Bobby’d be able to hook him up with stuff that was big enough to help him feel normal sized again (and also they’d hopefully help him find an apartment because he doesn’t need to live in that house)

Diego

Tan-he needs some colour in his life... also imagine Tan finding outfits that can hide his knives better that just sounds hilarious

Antoni-please antoni this man ate a raw egg....help him

Jonathan- He has some scars on his face but they make him look cool (and I think he feels that way too) so Jonny could give him tips to cover em but i dont really think he’d want em...he’d probably just tell him to moisturize

Karamo-help him grieve Patch, he barely got a chance to with all the apocalypse nonsense

Bobby- he’d make Diego’s place look cool and edgy but also be hella functional it would look so cool

Allison

Tan-she’s absolutely gorgeous and all of her outfits are stunning and honestly he has his work cut out for him with the next one so it’s his day off

Antoni- he’d teach her how to make some real good stuff that she can teach Claire how to make!! it’d be so cute!!! Maybe Claire would join em!!!! guys!!!!!!

Jonathan-give her the haircut that Emmy has please for the sake of the gays i am begging you

Karamo-he’d help her get her daughter back (i know that’s out of his paygrade but shhh) and teach her parenting techniques to use instead of her powers

Bobby- he’d make her a chic, childproof home and it’d be the best

Klaus

Tan-fashion is a spectrum that ranges from Klaus to that guy in season one (?) that said his style icon was Frasier... Tan would be simultaniously LIVING for Klaus’ outfits from a proud gay dad perspective and appalled by the things he wore...he’d find a balance that was very gay but more befitting a 30 year old man (would Klaus actually wear it? probably not. he’d diy that shit and the look on tan’s face would be priceless oh my gosh im crying at the concept yknow the end when they all sit down and watch their routine? Klaus would go through his closet and look directly into the camera, holding up the “new and improved” clothes while tan just loses his mind)

Antoni- teach him how to make easy, good food. He needs some quick, simple, healthy recipes for when he’s not feeling it okay wait now im thinking about klaus getting addicted to cooking as a way to occupy himself when he gets too close to relapsing and guys guys guys we have a CONCEPT here oh boy i might have to do smth with that

Jonathan- honestly he’s pretty good? Probably a haircut and also GIVE HIM ROB’S NATURAL CURLY HAIR

Karamo-help him get sober. and help him learn that he can be more vulnerable, he doesnt have to laugh off everything. He doesnt have to hide everything. he needs to get help sometimes. also get him to do yoga because i feel like he’d love that for some reason??? idk the idea just popped into my head and i think he’d be a big fan

Bobby-give him a place that’s functional and neat, but with his sense of style. Quirky and artsy. Very easy to clean and keep organised, because his stuff is in such a state of disarray.

Five

Tan-just like.... go buy clothes that aren’t your old school uniform? Something that is befitting of a 58 year old man but doesn’t look too off on a 13 year old’s body... I feel like Tan and Five would be bros

Antoni-teach him that he cant survive off coffee...also teach him how to make his own damn coffee instead of whining about it all the time

Jonathan- Teach him how to shave and just generally take care of himself properly because he didnt have anyone to do that the first time around im not crying youre crying

Karamo- Make him less of a dick. It’s okay to hurt, and it’s okay to be confident but you dont gotta be an asshole about it. also maybe discuss delores.

Bobby-he needs a study with lots of space to write lmao ooh imagine the style is inspired by all his favourite time periods, whatever those may be that would be so cool plenty of antiques in that place

Ben - ok i know no-one but karamo could really do anything cuz he’s a ghost but pretend they could

Tan- he needs that colour boy he’s too emo (for Tan, i fully support emo rights)

Antoni- uhhhh he hasnt eaten in like 10 years feed him smth good

Jonathan- He’s perfect so nothing to change tbh

Karamo- honestly Ben is the most well-adjusted??? and he’s dead?? idk what karamo would really do besides getting him therapy

Bobby- He needs a place for himself!! There’s theories that he doesnt exist without Klaus which tbh I kinda believe so even then Bobby could incorporate a little space for him in Klaus’ place... get him some bookshelves!!

Vanya

Tan-absolutely nothing, her style is impeccable... ok fine tan would maybe make it more gay and fit better, accentuating what she wants instead of hiding everything under the baggiest shirts she can find

Antoni- comfort food that’s healthy (what? do i hear vanya and klaus bonding over using cooking to cope???)

Jonathan-GAY HAIRCUT UNDERCUT OR SMTH (but also her hair is adorable so i kinda dont want him to cut it......)

Karamo-help her realize she’s gay, just look at her karamo... but also work on her self esteem because shit dawg that could use some work

Bobby-fix up her apartment!! make it sleek and cool with hints of violins everywhere and also make it brighter because that colour scheme cannot be helping her depression

uh so yeah this was just me ranting for no reason lemme know what you think lmao

[writelively]

So you’re nervous about leaving comments on stories!

(From someone who has written over 150 stories online.)

First I’m going to give some tips for people with anxiety or those who are just nervous about offending a writer! You can skip this though and go straight to the second part if you like. 

The second part (look for the 2′s) will be actual comments that you can copy and paste into the comment section of any story!

Something is better than not commenting at all, I promise!

I get it, it’s hard to come up with things to say that sound genuine and won’t waste the writers time. Well, the good news is: Comments take seconds to read and if you’re not being nasty, it’s never a waste of time!

Yay!

So I can write a short comment and they won’t be upset?

I don’t know about other writers, but (very) short comments are almost all I ever get. And they still make me smile and my heart flutter. Comments are what drive me as a writer! Short ones still make me happy, so don’t worry about it, if that’s all you can manage!

Isn’t it a bit shallow to ‘write for comments’?

What else am I writing for, buddy? I am writing for the fandom, not just myself! I write because there’s a sense of community and it’s fun to talk about the things I love and to make people feel !!~EMOTIONS~!! is the best feeling I get with my writing! It’s what has made this hobby take up so much of my life for a decade and a half.

But what if I want to give constructive criticism? 

Will the person be okay with that? Good question. One good way of telling if they’ll be okay with what you say is: Did they ask any sort of question in the author’s notes? If they did, they are definitely trying to hear your voice, so don’t be afraid to speak your mind!

If you want to give advice or say something that bothered you about a fic, you can say 2 positive things before the negative comment and 1 positive comment to wrap it up. This way, they have lots to be happy about and are more likely to take your negative comment as good natured.

IE:  “Wow, your characterization is so on point! I loved the way you described Frodo’s eyes! I didn’t feel like the fight scene with Legolas really fit the tone of the story, but the part when he rests his head on Gimli’s shoulder was both adorable and hilarious!”  

As a writer, a comment like this would tickle me to death! I would literally go back immediately and reread the parts you talked about. (Ok, I’ve never written LoTR fanfics, but you get my point.)

But I’m not that good with specific writer things like ‘tone’ or ‘characterization’?

Also fine! How about this:

IE: “More of those kisses and cuddles plz! :D Ahh Captain Kirk was so cute! The story could use more dialogue, but I love all the fluff!”

Totally okay to use emojis, keysmashing and text talk. They just further show how you’re feeling and we LOVE that!

But I hated it, disagreed with its content, the pairing, etc? 

Time to read something else, buddy! It’s not worth the stress on your body to give attention to something you hate. If someone was passionate enough about something to write about it, you won’t change any minds. Give your attention and passion to what you love and support the writers who write your interests! It’s better for everyone. I’ve been in fandoms for 15 years now and I can tell you that you will NOT be changing anyone’s mind. For yourself, move on.

I only felt ‘meh’ about this story, do I still have to comment?

Depends! Did you read the entire thing? If you did and still aren’t super ‘into’ it, but also didn’t hate it, maybe just write a simple single line like the ones I have listed below. If it was SO meh, that you actually regret reading it, don’t comment negatively. It could be a new writer and we don’t want to discourage new writers from writing!  You could leave constructive criticism like above, or something small like below.

This writer is clearly very popular / the story already has comments.

Before you decide that a writer has ‘too many comments’ or ‘too many notes’ remember that on sites like Ao3, replies and replies to replies count as ‘comments’. If the writer replies to most of the comments, the number is going to look like it’s double what it actually is. And we always appreciate every comment!  On tumblr, ‘liking’ something counts as a note. Reblogging with out tags or comments also counts as a note, but it’s better than just a like. 

Remember, we love attention. We love to hear what you have to say. I’ve never seen a writer put in their bottom notes ‘Please don’t comment, I don’t care.’

If something has 400 comments or is super old and you think that the author probably won’t care, it doesn’t hurt to write something small! Just give it a shot! Even if they don’t reply, they still might see it.

I see people commenting on my work from 10 years ago and though I barely remember the fandom, it still makes me giggle. I love it!

But in the end, the judgement call on whether or not you’ll comment is yours to make.

I want something to happen in a later chapter, can I tell you that?

You can, but do not demand or expect that someone will steer the story line off where they were going for you. You may want to word in a way that makes it seem like you HOPE it will happen, rather than you ASKING for it to happen.

IE:

NOT this:  Please let them kiss in the next chapter!!  DO this:  Aaaahhh, I hope they kiss, the tension is killing me! NOT this: Make Harry ask Luna to the dance. DO this:  Luna keeps staring at Harry, and he keeps noticing. I see what you’re doing thereeee~ SIDE NOTE: Demanding any sort of smut/kinks/AUs/pairings/etc that the writer might be uncomfortable with and haven’t been brought up in the story is probably not okay. If you want to make a request like that, make sure the writer is OK with requests and if they are, request a completely different story.   

If you’re worried a request might freak them out, try and do a little research. 

Remember, tons and tons of teens and kids (underagers) write fanfics. Many of them may be writing things that are above their age grade. If you accidentally read one of these, just back away and don’t interact. It is illegal.

If you ARE a minor writing things like smut, remember: It’s still illegal. If you have any more questions about this, feel free to ask. But remember, always keep it SFW when you’re talking to an adult. If an adult knows you are underage and still wants to talk to you about / show you / RP smut and the like, back away. That is predatory and real kids AND teens have gotten hurt in this way.

OKAY! If you have more comments or suggestions, feel free to reblog and add them!   Now for the copy and past part of our topic here!

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PART 2: COPY AND PASTE COMMENTS!!

Simple one-liners that you can use and reuse when you’re too nervous to write something yourself! Like I said above, writers will love anything! Just pick one (or more if you like) comment from below that you like, copy and paste it into the comment box on other sites or put it in your tags or ‘reply’s on tumblr! 

No need to mention you used the list AND you can customize them as much as you like!

Many of these are based on comments I have received in the past, that have made me smile! I am not adding numbers, so that they are easier to copy and paste. Feel free to save this in your drafts, if you want easy access in the future!

Here we go:

This is really cute and I would love it if you continued.

This is really good! I like this idea. If you are still thinking about updating it I would be excited to see this story progress.

Awesome :D really hoping you'll continue

This was sweet and I would very much like to read more!

I can’t wait to hear more about __________ !

Love this so much!

Very interesting start. I look forward to reading the next chapter.

I'm already hooked... It's very well written :D

I was already hooked by the summary and I was ready for more by the end of the chapter. 

To put it quite simply I loved it, and I hope you write more chapters.

This is really interesting, you have yourself a new fan. Update soon? 

I can't wait to see where you go with this story!

OHMYGOD YESYESYES

HOW CAN YOU LEAVE US WITH A CLIFFHANGER LIKE THAT?! 

_______ was my favorite line. love it.

You write beautifully, I love how you describe emotions!

This is interesting! I would like to see how you could make your short story ideas into a full story.

I like the character's interactions with each other, very interesting dynamics.

Ohh, please, update soon. Seems interesting and cool.

This looks very promising! 

You kept me on the edge of the seat, but sadly it ended!

Will you update this? I wouldn't mind reading more of this!

I'm into this story already! Please update soon! :)

I started to read this out of curiosity, kinda thinking 'What? This can't possibly work!' and the next few minutes of my life were spent squeeing in joy.

You have converted me into a shipper!

UGH THE PAIN! You’re so evil, my heart hurts! (And I love it!)

I just started reading this as a sort of masochistic dare with myself... Dammit, why does this pairing just... work? 

You're gonna turn me into a shipper, I swear to God.

I beginning to love this couple and it's all your fault!

Thank you, this is really cute!

I freaking love this pairing and it sucks that it isn’t more popular! Thanks for adding to it!

This was fun to read!

They are such an adorable couple

So few views?! That’s just wrong, this was so awesome!

Hmmm well now I kinda like this pairing...

I like this, it's sweet :') think you should continue it!

I would very much be interested in reading more if you were willing to write it. I like your set up in this chapter.

I would like to read more

S’good! And cute!

Brilliant! Please post more soon!

I can hardly wait for an update! :)

The way the characters are written is fantastic and believable, keep it up!

By any chance are you going to continue with this fic? It's quite good.

I hope your thinking of continuing this! I seriously love it!

This is honestly one of the best _________ stories that I’ve ever read.

Your stories are pretty good I must say, but this one really sticks out at me.

I beg you to continue your story if you have more to tell!

Should you post more I will definitely read your updates.

Please post more, I NEED to know what happens!

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hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh;;;

The part with ______________ was really clever!

Oh, no no no! You can't leave it like this! It will haunt me forever!

Love this story! Even though the chapters were short, your story had a lot in it!

It was never lacking mystery and had me on edge waiting for the next chapter.

Wow... what's going to happen? *_*

I love it and I hate it, it’s so awesome, but it hurts and I hate it and I love it. WHY.

ok. I wasn't expecting that. That was really really really sad....

I  cant believe you ended it that way!

GREAT FIC! I LOVE IT! PLEASE UPDATE SOON 

MORE! MORE! MORE!...Ahem... sorry... I absolutely loved it. Please write more!

The little sinister things are what intrigue us to move onward. So keep writing! I'll be waiting for the next chapter with anticipation!

I think it was an adorable chapter, maybe a little OOC, but still cute nonetheless. :)

Wow, what an unexpected ending!

gah this is beautiful ❤

I love everything you write!

Holy shit dude yes

Everything. Literally everything about this. Just... yes. 

I love this, it’s really good!

You’re a fantastic writer.

I can’t believe you were nervous to post this! I’m so glad you did.

Bravo!!

Bless you man. This is lovely!

The characters, the set up, the descriptions, the dialogue... All of it was perfect!

You write them exactly as I see them! Thank you!

Characterization was perfect, holy crap.

DUUUUUUUUDE!!!!!! 

Great now I’m all bothered~

*wipes away sweat* wow that was hot

*wipes away a tear* oh my god....

Such good content to stumble upon, thank you for writing and sharing!

HELL YEAH!!

HELL YEAH?!

Woah. Just... woah.

My heart is shattered :’(

Holy shit that’s gonna keep me up at night....

Excuse me while I go find a shoulder to cry on!

I need a hug after that!

THANK YOU!

That is all I have time for today. I may add more in the future and you can always feel free to add some if you like too! 

THANK YOU AND REMEMBER TO ENJOY ADDING COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU MAKE WRITERS DAYS, WEEKS AND SOMETIMES IT CAN MAKE A LITERAL WORLD OF DIFFERENCE FOR US!

END NOTE: I wrote this up because I see a lot of posts from writers talking about how hurt they are that no one bothers to comment and people retorting that they’re too nervous to post. So I made this to make it easy!      99.99% OF WRITERS WILL LOVE YOU FOR COMMENTS!

Writers can’t do commissions like artists can, so this is the best way to support us! (Yes, I understand commissions are POSSIBLE, but it’s very difficult and in most of the instances I’ve seen people try it, someone is always disappointed. Most of us just want you to talk to us!)

[caffeineivore]

On Review Etiquette

So, lately, I have been participating in @sailormoonreviewevent and it brings back some of my best and worst memories of fandoms, not just SM but fandoms in general, and the people who populate them. 

Background information: I’ve been around since dinosaurs still roamed the Earth and geocities sites with animated word-art headers and the like were still the norm. In the case of Sailor Moon as well as other fandoms in which I have participated, I seem to always end up in a peculiar sort of capacity-- on the one hand, I’d pretty much stick to a very small corner of the fandom wherein my ship and/or character preferences kept me mostly away from the vast majority of the riff-raff and the fandom politics, but maybe because I have an inherently bossy and super type-A personality, I’d still end up in some sort of organizational capacity. The whip-cracker, as it were, amidst a bunch of creative types. For instance, in Sailor Moon, I pretty much stuck exclusively with senshi/shitennou. I paid very little attention to fanfics not about senshi/shitennou, and don’t really know people outside of that group. However, for all that, I ended up organizing ficathon for a few years, as well as moderating a writing community and planning meet-ups between members. In this role, I get to see a lot of the nuts and bolts which go on behind the scenes, and, unfortunately, also have to play the bad guy in certain sticky situations, which brings me to the point of this post.

Now, as a fanfic writer myself, I can say definitively that reviews make the world go round. Much as we write for fun, and we write to please ourselves, there is nothing quite so uplifting and encouraging as a genuine, sincere, detailed positive review. You know the type-- the ones that tell you exactly what they liked the most about your fic, in such a way that shows that not only did they read it, but it truly had an impact on them-- maybe it made them reconsider a facet of a character they’d never considered before, or maybe it mentions their favourite lines, or maybe it subconsciously reassures the writer on some point or another which they were uncertain about. Obviously, these are like the gold standard of reviews, and somewhat rare and far between. However, you’ll also get a bunch of “omg i <3 this fic MOAR PLZ”, which is okay too. You’ll probably even get a few with constructive criticism, which may sting at the time, but if the reviewer 1. means well and 2. has a point, it’s definitely worth your time to take their words into account. 

However, then you get one of these other types of reviews:

1. “Why did you write about [character] and/or [ship] they suxxxx [other character/ship] IS SO MUCH BETTER!!!!!”

2. this fucking fic is dumb. you suck. die in a fire. flame flame flame flame flame. trollololol I have no life I live in my parents’ basement and wank over how hard I am even though I need to put people down behind a meaningless screen name to feel better about myself. Not in a million years would I have the balls to say this sort of thing to someone’s face, but on the internet I am a Grade A Certified Prime Asshole and proud of it. [guest review anonymous]

3. So yeah this fic is great and I know it’s marked complete but could you add another chapter? Perhaps with [very specific plot and character requirements to cater into my personal whims] plzkthxbai!

4. Ummm... so why are you writing [characters] in [AU setting] or [different version of canon-- manga/anime/pgsm/etc.]?? MY PREFERRED CANON IS BETTER. WHY CAN’T YOU DO WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO??

5. Update faster plz!!! I need the next chapter NOW!! Actually I needed it YESTERDAY!! WTF ARE YOU DOING WHY ARE YOU NOT WRITING?!?!!?!!

Annnnnnnnd... you count to ten, resisting the impulse to chuck the phone or computer out the window. Take a deep breath, count to ten again, backward this time, and remind yourself that this is just fanfic. Just fanfic. Fandom’s bound to have a few idiots. You want to reply to the reviewer: “Look can u not” but that would be validating them, making them more important than they should be. You tell yourself it’s just a troll, but nonetheless, it hurts. And when you pick up that fic again, you’ll probably remember that one review in the back of your mind, taunting, more vivid than a dozen “gr8 job hope to see more soon!”’s. 

And it’s sad. So I’m about to give everyone who has experienced this (which, in all likelihood, is everyone who has posted a fanfic in any fandom ever) a voice. A loud, stridently snarky one. 

Reviewers: CAN U NOT?? with the trolling????

Look, I’m so glad that you have the time and the means to sit around and chill and read fanfic. It’s a luxury that requires a lot of first world amenities that not everyone has, so kudos to you. But that means, also, that you have a lot of freedoms not afforded to everyone, such as, y’know, the ability to pick and choose what you decide to read and comment on. There will be fics about every possible permutation of character ships in a fandom. There will be fics in every genre, which run the gamut of writing skill from novice to expert. And pretty much every single fic site, be it something privately owned or some behemoth like ff.n or AO3, will separate their fics into categories by character, genre, length, rating, etc. etc. The internetz is a wonderful thing. You can pretty much find anything with a few clicks. Like you can literally probably search for “I want a fic featuring [character A] and [character B] in a high school AU with angsty undertones and make it a one-shot less than 5000 words because I am on lunch break”, and it will take only the minimal amount of effort to get exactly what you look for to fall into your lap.

We all have our fic preferences. We also all know what we do not like. So, let me ask, why the hell do people insist on not only reading but flaming stuff that they KNOW they’re not going to like?? I am a diehard senshi/shitennou shipper and manga is my preferred canon. I KNOW that I do not ship Rei/Yuuichirou for example, so I won’t go out of my way to read fics featuring them. I’m not crazy about fics which feature tons of violence or porn, or lots of OCs, and I tend to dislike fics which make light of serious issues such as self harm or drug abuse, and I draw a very hard line at rape and sexual assault, especially if it features characters below the age of consent. Like, serious, trigger warning, PTSD, nope nope nope nope at Planet Nope. Now, what do I do if I come across a fic featuring any of these things? 

I DON’T FUCKING READ IT. Really. That’s all there is to it. I scroll down onto the next thing. And in the event that, say, I accidentally clicked on something that I figure out isn’t my cup of tea, it does not take any sort of effort to click right back out. Why give yourself grief? But even more, why give the writer grief? Even if it’s totally not your thing, they put effort into it-- far more effort than you did, clicking on their work. THEY are into what they wrote. 

Now, once upon a time, when I was organizing one of the senshi/shitennou ficathons, one of the submissions happened to feature something that NOPED with me very hard. And as ficathon mistress, I had to read it. So I did. And then replied to the author that it was very well written but I could not review it for personal reasons. Then I sent it off to another moderator to read it and give them an actual review. And that is an extenuating circumstance. Most people would not ever be in the position to have to read a fic that they would otherwise not read, or say anything to the writer of said fic. Even in that circumstance, it is not hard to deal with it in a respectful manner. So, why the fuck would someone willingly and knowingly inflict something they know they’re not going to like on themselves and then punish someone else for it? That makes NO sense.

As far as harassing authors to follow your own niche or write more on a topic or story that they feel as though they’re done with? Dude, write your own fic. You have total control over only one person in this world: yourself. Sure, validating what a fanfic writer does is very nice and gratifying, but they are not trained monkeys there to do your bidding and perform for your personal amusement. Unless you’re paying them good cashy money (which, since it’s fanfic, you’re not), you don’t get to have a say in what they write, when they write it, where they post it (if anywhere), any of that. They are under no contractual obligation to cater in to you in any way. And furthermore, when you try to dictate to them what to write and how to write it, the message is this: I Know Better Than You. Do As I Say. You Don’t Know Shit. What You Do Is Not Good Enough For Me. What You Do Doesn’t Matter. The Only Thing That Matters Is What I Want. 

That’s nothing but a goddamn put-down. And when you put down someone who probably put in a whole lot of thought and effort into something which brings them no possible reward but personal satisfaction and maybe others’ enjoyment, it’s really kind of a sucker-punch. If, say, this was the type of interaction between a boyfriend and girlfriend-- the put-downs, the belittling, the dictating, the insults-- we’d all recoil and call it a toxic, abusive relationship. We’d tell the person receiving those comments to get out of there, to get help, to leave.

So, when you make those types of comments, that’s the message you’re sending that writer. Leave. Get out of here. Go away, for your own good, for your own sanity and health and happiness. 

Now think about it, as you’re scrolling through ff.n or ao3 or wherever, looking for that next undiscovered gem. Think about it, when someone shyly asks you to review their fic, or signs up for the first time for a fandom event such as a ficathon or a big bang or a secret santa exchange. Is that the message you want to give them? That they should leave and never look back?

Now think about it again, and remember when you first discovered fanfic, or your preferred fandom, and wrote your first fic. Maybe it was campy and featured every trope on the TV tropes page. Maybe it was a shameless Mary Sue. Maybe it was ridiculously OOC and featured eye-gougingly purple prose. Maybe it was riddled with typos. Maybe you, yourself, looking back at it now, shake your head at how you could’ve written such a monstrosity. But would you have stayed, I wonder, if nobody at all encouraged you? Countless writers fade into oblivion after one fic, or disappear forever, deleting their fics off the internet. Countless people get fed up with fandom and throw their hands up and dismiss it as a lost cause. These things are going to happen regardless, sure.

But why the hell would you encourage that?

[theburntesttoast]

TS sides Fan Fiction: The Darkest Shadows

Sander sides fandom, characters don’t belong to me. Plz enjoy, first time writing something like this, so feedback is appreciated.

Warnings: swearing, gun violence, blood, and anxiety related stuff.

Chapter 1: fleeing Silhouettes.

Virgil pov:

breathe in and out. That's what I did, that's what I've been doing. Just breathing and staring at the smoke-like air that escapes. Everyday just is just like every other in this black void. The guards bicker outside while I sit here and watch my breath fly away. But Occasionally, someone comes in, drags me out of my cell and tries to force me to use my powers. It doesn't work. I just end up with more bruises, mental scars, and panic attacks. I didn't expect to ever escape this hellhole and I was fully aware that if I did manage to find out how to control my powers they would sell me off to whatever rich snob who pays enough. I'm just stuck here until I'm going to be used as somebo- *gunshots rang outside* What the hell was that?! My breath starts to hitch as a loud thump or two can be heard outside. What the hell is going on out there? I get up and dare to look outside the window above the door. The guards are on the floor... With bullet holes in them. My heartbeat thumps throughout my body, my hands shake. Someone's in the building and they just killed those two men. They just killed those two men. I try to jingle the doorknob, it falls off. The hell? The dismembered doorknob was shot at it on the other side. The metal keeping the door locked no longer works. Wait. The doors unlocked. I use my shaking hands to push open the door, now I just have to run, Right? Thumping head, heart, and bones, I look around, nobodies there. I can either go right or left. My mind starts to travel to other thoughts, What if the killer is down one of those ways? Shit, what if they are? But I can't just wait here, they'll come back for me, right? I have to go. I have to go. I start to run down the right passage, legs burning and body shaking like an earthquake. There's a door ahead, it's just a bleak green door, either freedom or a killer could be on the other side. I touch the doorknob. Suddenly, the lights turn red and an obnoxious noise comes blaring like a car alarm throughout the building. I open the door, there are kids running and guards shooting at them, yelling. One looks my way. Shit. I throw open the door and run. Wind passed me as I run toward the chaotic blur of a city, I see other kids ahead of me running too. Pounding footsteps and gunshots ricashay behind me. One fires. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit! Shit!! That one was close. My eyes flicker around and process where the hell we are, a docking area at the edge of the city. I can't outrun them for long, Im starting to slow down. I sprint toward a metal storage section, heart about to give out. *Bam* A bullet hits my leg. Ah! Damn that hurts, my heart rate starts to pound out of my chest as I limp to hide behind a metal storage container back against cold metal with my legs spread out in front of me. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. They're going to kill me. A tear or few slides down from my eyes. They're either going to kill me or throw me in a cell. Both options suck, so for now I might as well focus on the situation at hand. I touch my hand to my bleeding leg. I take a quick intake of air and clench my jaw. Damn that hurts. I try to even out my breathing. My breathing is all I hear. Wait a second, why is it so quiet? I look over the side of the metal storage unit I hid behind. There's a man standing around the now downed guards looking around. He looked just slightly older then me. His mask was black, with gold and red accents bordering it. Shirt was red with gold and black designs stitched in. A decently-long black cape covered his shoulder. He must have been one of those heroes by the looks of it. He seemed to have found what he was looking for because he saw me and began to walk over... (I know it's crap, this is my first time writing so it's really appreciated if I get feedback and a little bit of encouragement. Feel free to comment constructive criticism and have a wonderful day!(unless you’re not into that kind of thing)