sorry we've got orders to protect the royal bloodline and can't risk any illegitimate children coming to claim the throne so you gotta wear this chastity cage until you get married. it's fine tho we gave the key to your loyal knight in case there's any emergencies they're totally trustworthy

Huge shout out to all the people who read fics. Who actually take the time out of their busy days to open a fic and read it

Before I started writing in earnest, I did not understand how much writing was going to eat into my fic reading time. We joke about having too many tabs open, but I have a different problem: the amount of tabs I have open on new fics is way smaller than it used to be. My ao3 wrapped would be a sad affair. Unless I’ve subscribed to an author or come across something on my dash, I basically don’t see it

Which has really driven home for me how much fandom cannot just be creators. You have to have people who want to read fic and meta discussions and joke posts. You have to have people who want to look at art and gifs. It has to be mutual.

Community thrives on flow. You have to have that movement of people sharing things with each other for a community to exist

Thank you fic readers. You keep things flowing

Reblogging with a link to the artist, Emily K., who's based in Philly and is firmly anti-AI! You can print this piece (and some others) for free for use at protests and such!

This is your reminder that if you are feeling helpless and cannot be on the front lines, there are other ways to help.

People need to be fed. Check to see what your local food pantry situation is. Make hot meals for people you know have been out in the cold for hours on end. Emergency kits for field medics need to be supplied. People need help getting to the pharmacy, the grocery store. Help shovel your neighbor’s sidewalk if you’re able. Find a way to do something.

Build connections. Build community. They want us frightened and isolated. Refuse.

Happy to see this in places where I usually find white nationalist stickers.

"May I have your name?" the faerie said.

"William," she said with a smile.

"Ah ah!" The faerie gave a wicked laugh. "I have your name! Now no-one will call you by it!"

"Thank you," she said.

"To win it back, you must- what?"

"I will find me a new one," she said, "one that suits me better."

butch!ghost who tugs on your pigtails when she fucks you from behind so she can see the drool trickle from your open mouth and the way your eyes roll back every time she hits that sweet spot inside your pretty pussy

Just to let you all know, because I keep getting what I am gonna go ahead and call scam job alerts from the joke that is LinkedIn these days: @glimmerfics is trying to hire fic writers to write for their AI slop interactive fiction site. They are paying a whopping $25/story so their genAI theft machine can turn it into a game.

Their application is a Google doc which asks for links to your works on AO3. Probably to make it easier to steal your writing and remove the need to pay you at all.

In case you'd like to spread word, and hopefully block them.

joining the war against gross kinks on the side of the gross kinks

‧₊˚red ochre * ੈ✩‧₊˚

viking!ghoap x nun!reader ↪ you become the unlikely treasure of two Vikings who raid your convent looking for gold

my nav my masterlist

part one -> minium ↪ treasure hunting

part two -> woad and weld ↪ spoils of conquest

part three -> orpiment ↪ god, are you there?

part four -> orchil ↪ double-edged swords, field trips, and wolf figurines

part five -> kermes ↪ big nun, little nun

part six -> madder ↪ hellfire

part seven -> logwood ↪ tbd

part eight -> marigold ↪ tbd

part nine -> walnut ↪ tbd

part ten -> saffron ↪ tbd

extras

death(s) and the maiden ↪ you call to powers unknown to save you from the dreary, monotonous life inside the convent. this time, the undead answer.

John getting dressed

Thinking of soap being a very affectionate drunk...

Yes, affectionate. This special forces demolitions soldier, a man feared for his skills, wants nothing more than to cuddle with you.

He'll crawl into your booth, climb over ghost if he has to, just to shove his face into your abdomen and mutter "ahm' in love wit' ye, hen. Did you know that?"

This is soaps fourth love confession this month, so you chuckle indulgently and pat his head.

You pointedly ignore the pitying looks your teammates give you, knowing of the crush you've had on Johnny since...well. since you met him.

You've long since learned to ignore that pang in your chest whenever the word "love" stumbles out of his drunken mouth. He never mentions it in the morning, probably doesn't remember, knowing him.

Recently, it hurts more. Hearing the words you only dream of, and knowing it means nothing. You start rejecting Johnny's offers to go out for drinks, finding whatever excuse you can.

You're trained to lie, to deceive, but johnny has always been smart.

So the next time you dismiss his offer, soap catches the door before you can close it. He looks genuinely, heartbreakingly, upset. "What's gotten into ye? Yer avoidin' me."

You pursr your lips, wishing johnny were anyone else. He knows how to read you too well to lie directly to his face. So you sigh and admit "...I don't like drinking with you, johnny."

"Why the hell not?" He shoots back, leaning fully into your doorway now, blocking escape.

"You...you keep confessing to me. Saying shit about how you love me." You whisper, refusing to look at him. "I know you don't, it's fine, but it...hurts to hear. I guess."

You wait for the awkward silence, for the rushed apologies and Johnny's cringing face. Instead, he makes a winded noise "....what? I've been doing what? Hen, I'm...I'm really sorry."

You force your expression into one of gentle indifference, reaching out to hold soaps bicep "It's fine, johnny, I get it–"

"No! No, hen, you don't." Soap cuts you off, sounding a bit panicked now "I'm sorry you thought I don't love you. I'm sorry you ever thought I didn't mean it."

"So you knew...?"

"No. I um– i actually planned to take ye to dinner tonight, but I did mean it. I really do love ye." Soap's hand trails up to your neck, and he leans in closer to press his forehead to yours. "We can still go to dinner, love."

"Yeah...yeah. that sounds nice." You reply, too caught up in the sudden swell of joy. Soap does love you. You spent all this time agonizing over it, and he's always loved you.

It feels...really nice, knowing that.

I feel so insane about ai. I've had face-to-face conversations with people who use it for therapy, who use it to calculate the safety of pill interactions, who use it for all their emails and grant applications and legal documents and academic papers and finance sheets and for every single question they have about the world, and if you tell them about the ecological costs they just laugh and say "I guess I've used a lot of water." and I've been in multiple gatherings of 10+ people where I'm THE ONLY PERSON who doesn't use chatgpt. it's turning me into a ranting raving pariah, because how don't you people see??? why don't you understand??????? this bullshit didn't exist five years ago, you absolutely do not need it, and it is destroying everything

omegaverse where omegas are very rare, so its not unusual for omegas to have multiple alphas

KILL AI AND REBLOG AND CREATE ART IN 2026

KILL AI AND REBLOG AND CREATE ART IN 2026