The ai witch-hunt is getting a little concerning. I am so SO against the usage of ai. Especially when it comes to creativity. But the accusations getting thrown around are insane??? You guys are pointing out lines that are common writing styles amount fanfiction and saying āAI!ā
Some people write badly when they first start. They fall into the common stylistic choices among fanfiction. Using orbs instead of eyes, and flowery language and embellishing more than they should. Theyāre learning. Theyāre new. Or they just enjoy that type of writing.
It sucks that ai is being used to create fics. But you guys gotta stop going after everyone just because you THINK something is Ai. Those assholes are ruining fandom but so are you.
I never write from Theoās pov in my Thiam fics? So heres a snippet of a fic im working on from his POV that gets more depraved as it goes on. Soft?dom Theo??
His thumb dips into Liamās mouth, pressing down on his tongue. Itās warm and wet, inviting. Theo presses deeper, slides his finger towards the back of Liamās throat and watches as Liamās mouth opens just a little wider.
Saliva pools at the edge of Liamās lips, tips over and spills down his left cheek. Theo watches its progression, watches the skin beneath burn bright red in embarrassment. Liam doesnāt pull away though, doesnāt try to close his mouth or tell Theo to stop. His eyes, when Theo looks up at them, are wide, startled.
Humming, Theo drags his thumb away, pausing to tap at Liamās bottom teeth. āTongue out,ā he tells Liam.
Liamās throat constricts for a moment, a dry swallow and then he listens, his tongue unfurling from his mouth slow and shy, more saliva spills down his chin.
He looks embarrassed, his eyes fluttering closed just for a second before they open again, attention rapt on Theoās face.
āGood,ā Theo tells him and then leans in. He pauses just a hair's breath away, feels the heat radiate from Liamās skin and then he touches Liamās tongue with his own.
The sound that crawls up from Liamās throat is one that Theo will think about for the rest of his life. That raw, gutted noise, needy and desperate as Liam sways in closer. Theo draws Liamās tongue into his own mouth, sucks on the tip of it teasingly. He feels the tremble of Liamās jaw, the efforts itās taking for Liam to hold his mouth open, and feels the vibration of that sound on his own tongue when Liam moans.
He pulls away, and Liam sways for a second, eyes blinking rapidly, mouth still open, tongue still out, chin messy with spit. Heās so pink, his cheeks, his neck, his ears. It makes the blue of his eyes seem so bright.
āYou can stop,ā Theo tells him like an after thought.
He watches Liamās tongue retreat, watches him swallow and scrub embarrassedly at his chin. Liam stays put though, right where Theo had told him to stand this entire time. Theo glances down, sees the shake in Liamās legs, the hard sweep of his dick against the zipper of his jeans.
Theo can smell him. Stronger than ever. The pure and total wantā¦ itās better than any power Theoās had before, better than any offer Theoās ever been given.
He's in charge here, not an alpha or a leader, but a master in his own right.
He reaches out, curves his hand around Liamās jaw, the skin beneath is tacky with spit still and impossibly hot. He bites back a grin as Liam presses into the touch.
āItās late,ā Theo forces himself to say, āyou should go home.ā
Liam blinks, body going tense. āWhat,ā he says, voice little more than a croak.
Theo sighs like itās all an inconvenience, hand dropping away. āItās after midnight,ā he tells Liam. āYou have class in the morningā we both do.ā
He turns away and starts walking towards the door. He looks at Liam when he reaches it, stares at him as he opens it and gestures to the night. āYour roommates are going to hate you if you keep coming in so late.ā
āBut,ā Liam says, eyes still rapidly blinking. āI- youā I thoughtā¦ā
Theo says nothing.
Liamās jaw clenched, his throat bobbing. āFine,ā he says at last, tone testy.
āLiam,ā Theo calls before he can get too far.
Liam turns, eyes hurt and shoulders tense. Theo leans across the distance, and kisses him. Really kisses him.
āCome back tomorrow.ā He says when he pulls away and then shuts the door.
Something bubbles beneath Theoās skin. Triumph. Vindication. Desireā white hot and startling.
Heās never been interested in touching anyone the way heās started touching Liam, never cared to hear those little sounds of pleasure.
He glances down at himself, he canāt see the hard press of his own dick through the jeans heās wearing but he can feel his interest, half formed and sticky. He reaches down to readjust but decides to grind the heel of his hand against himself instead, the vision of Liamās pink and spit soaked face fresh in his mind.
Theo hums against the feeling, before dropping his hand away. āInteresting.ā
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One of my fav steddie fic concepts is Eddie makes a bet with his friends (either his idea or theirs) that he can get popular, rich, king Steve to fall for him, just to break his heart (as revenge or just to knock him down a peg)
Steve is recovering from the upside down shit, losing his friends, losing his girlfriend, and losing his social status. So, when Eddie starts being nice to him and stuff he thinks, āwow, someone actually likes me for me.ā Only to overhear Eddie talking to his friends about it saying, āI donāt actually give a shit about himā or āitās just for the betā (even when Eddie knows heās lying, he totally accidentally fell head over heels for Steveās endearing loserism)
So then Steve breaks things off and Eddie has to find a way to fix things before graduation because he doesnāt know that Steve didnāt get accepted anywhere. Eddie is convinced that if he doesnāt fix things by then, then he will never see Steve again after graduation.
Right now my thoughts are with the family of Melissa Hortman, a democrat from Minnesota who was assassinated along with her husband and her dog in the dead of night. Senator Mike Lee (from Utah) made a joke about it. There was no moment of silence, no national response. MAGA extremism kills people.
Hereās a picture of her and her dog. Sometimes itās hard to really conceptualize these things without faces to go with the names.
I wonder why no major news outlets have focused on this story, or posted this photo of her with her golden retriever. Her dog looks just like mine. My heart is shattered every time I look at this.
Gilbert was a service dog dropout, who flunked out because he was ātoo friendly.ā The Hortmans, of course, were thrilled to officially adopt him. He was the second retriever the Hortmans fostered and trained through Helping Paws. Their other foster dog, Minnie, was successfully placed as a veteranās service dog. Helping Paws is always accepting donations in Melissa and Gilbertās memory:
https://www.helpingpaws.org/donation
Calling All Paws! Every Gift Of Any Amount Makes A Difference!Ā Ā ONE-TIME DONATIONMONTHLY DONATIONĀ Choose the amount that works best for you
Melissa did so much for Minnesota, and Iām so angry that her murder was mocked by Republican legislators while the assassination of a hateful podcaster who rubbed shoulders with white nationalists and Nazis somehow receives more outrage. Trump never even reached out to Walz to express condolences for Melissa. He refused to attend her funeral. Now he wants to give Charlie Kirk The Presidential Medal of Freedom. Iām so fucking angry about it.
eddie who is not excited to go to disney world because he thinks itās lame, until he sees the guy (steve harrington) playing prince charming in the park
Hate when I write a scene for a fic and itās good and then the rest of the fic is total trash around it. Like okay, make it obvious you had no plans going in, you just wanted to write that one moment.
"it's you. it's always been you." but said in a resigned tone. tired, giving into persistent ache, accepting it as a truth. almost comfortable in unrequited feelings, but unable to keep it to oneself any longer
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