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Thanks for the memories - Chapter 3 (ao3 link)

Summary: Aang rediscovers something about a past life as he finds something he never expected.

Notes: Hello, Shipper Ripper here 👋

So... It's been some years. But when a movie gets leaked and you try and avoid spoilers but then only seeing Zuko edits and other edits you kinda get back into things.

So here we are! Hooray 🎉 woohoo

Better late than never 😁

Hope you guys enjoy 😘✌️

It was rare for them to have such an easy day without worry. A day where they didn't have to run for their lives the instant they stopped for a second.

It was nice, Aang thought, as he sat relaxed on Appa's head while Momo slept in his lap as they flew over the Earth Kingdom. He smiled as the happy voices of Katara, Sokka and Toph spoke behind him.

"Hey Aang?" Katara said, her voice closer than it was before.

"Yeah Katara," Aang replied turning to face her, seeing her leaning half out of the saddle with a smile and the sun shining behind her surrounding her in a warm glow and she looked so pretty and oh, she was speaking. Whoops.

"-supplies, and Sokka saw there's a town that should be close by that we could get some more things since we've made some distance from Azula and her gang?"

Aang hopped the burning in his cheeks wasn't too noticeable as he tried to concentrate on Katara's words. "Sounds like a great idea!"

Katara smiled brightly making her eyes crinkle and spirits she looked even more pretty, "Great!" And settled herself back in the saddle facing her brother and Toph.

"I let you know when to land, Aang!" Sokka called out.

"Thanks Sokka!" He called back feeling a little dazed and quickly turned back, fighting the urge to giggle.

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Aang landed Appa just outside the town by some trees.

"Ok, so we need more meat," Sokka said giving an arm to Toph to steady herself as they all slide off Appa.

Katara rolled her eyes and sighed, attaching their coin purse to her belt, "not just meat Sokka, we need other things too, like fruit, salt, more thread, more-"

Sokka waved a hand in Katara's direction cutting her off "Yeah, yeah," he said and stretched his arms and back out, "the meat is more important though."

"Sokka," Katara said with annoyance and was about to continue but- "Can we just go?" Toph cut in before anything else could be said as she tapped her foot on the ground.

Aang, who was already smiling at his friends (trying not to cringe at the thought of meat) laughed, "c'mon guys," he waved a hand as he turned to the town, "let's go."

The town was bustling with people and loud voices filling the air as they went about their day. The town seemed to still be free from any Fire Nation influence too as all the guards walking around looked to be all from the Earth Kingdom.

The four of them walked together with Momo sitting on Sokka's shoulder lightly chirping away as his head darted around.

They went past some stores, buying some things looking at others and marveling at some local crafts.

As they explored Aang wondered away from his friends, getting distracted by some pretty hair clips that'd look so nice in Katara's hair. Looking back up, not seeing his friends anymore, Aang decided to walk around a bit, not too concerned knowing he'd find them again.

As he walked, Aang watched the locals around, watched as laughed together, children playing in the streets. It was a nice.

A tear rolled down his face.

Why could this not be his people. Why did they have to be killed? Why is it only him? It's not fair.

With his morose thoughts Aang walked deeper into town until he found himself on the outskirts on its other side.

Aang sniffled as he walked and rubbed the tears from his eyes and filled with a longing to go home.

He walked down the path he knew well along side the fence of a farm still rubbing his eyes and when he finally looked up he stopped.

Why is there a field?

Where was the house?

Where was his home?

...

...

Home?

Aang blinked in confusion at the thought, snapping out of his sadness. With one last rub of his eyes, Aang looked around the vacant field.

The field was covered in grass and wild flowers with the odd stone here and there.

"What?" Aang quietly said to himself as he looked around.

"Are you lost, boy?" An old voice called behind him, turning around Aang saw an old lady leaning on the fence watching him with wizened eyes.

Aang ran up to her, "Hi," he said with a smile hopping she wouldn't notice his red eyes, "I think so, I just started walking and then here I was!" He finished with a small laugh.

The old lady smiled at him, "I thought so with how you were looking around."

Aang gave a sheepish chuckle and rubbed his neck. "Yeah."

The old lady hummed squinting at him before looking at the field, "you know, we have legend about this town."

"Oh?" Aang perked up, he loved hearing stories and legends.

"Mmhmm," she said, "it's said a millennia now I believe, an Avatar use to call this place home."

"Really?" Aang said quietly mind racing as he looked back at the field (a field he knows should not be empty).

"She had made it into her own little paradise, she loved and cared for the land so much that it thanked her with flowers blooming in her steps. Though sadly we've lost the name of Avatar now, it's been so long."

"Ya-Ting" Aang said quietly without thinking.

"What was that?" The old lady asked.

"Nothing!" Aang said with a quick smile, "thanks for the story though!"

The old lady gave a small laugh, "of course, boy. Now if you straight back down that way," she said pointing to the small ally he came out of, "make a left at the end and then a right and then left, you'll find yourself back in the markets."

Aang gave her another smile, "thank you, I'll head back soon, it's very nice out here."

The old lady patted his shoulder, "take care of yourself, boy." And walked away.

Aang walked back into the field and stood where he knew the path used to end. A light breeze blew behind him and he swore as the wind brushed his ears he could almost hear the echo of someone saying welcome home.

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It's not over till the Mockingjay sings (ao3 link)

Summary: Snow learns in his office what song the rebals have claimed. He does not handle it well

Notes: So a few years ago when I first read the book and found out that Lucy Grey wrote the hanging tree songs and that Snow fucking hated it, I couldn't help but imagine the crash out Snow would have had when he heard it 65 years later being sung by the rebals.

And now years later here we are after I watched the movie again last night lol.

Hope you enjoy 😘✌️

Coriolanus watched the rebals promotional video, watched it show the landscapes, the destruction he caused all as Katniss Everdeen, their Mockingjay, sing that infernal song.

His finger twitched. "I see," he said and flicked his eyes up to Peacekeeper Blacaw who gave a slight flinch under his gaze, "what a pretty little songbird the Mockingjay jay is."

Blacaw seemed to steel himself with a breath, "that's not all, sir."

Coriolanus raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"

"No sir," Blacaw said, "they, the other districts, they're-" he paused and seemed to steel himself again. "The other districts have started to sing the song too."

"Have they, then."

"Yes sir, I have the evidence with me as well. Would you like to see?"

Coriolanus tapped a finger against the table, each tap making Blacaw give a subtle flinch, "yes," he answered, "show it to me."

Blacaw nodded and walked to Coriolanus' desk to insert another flash drive into the holo port, the new video instantly playing. Coriolanus watched again as District 5 destroyed the Hydroelectric Dam but this time with sound. And that song.

That damned infernal song.

Chanted by the thousands of those traitorous, rebellious district people.

"Leave," Coriolanus said, eyes on the video as the explosion lit up on his face.

Blacaw snapped his feet together and raised his hand in a sharp salute, "Sir!" He said and turned to walk straight out.

The second the door closed Coriolanus' arm shot out, grabbed the holo port and threw it against the wall where it crashed and broke into pieces on the floor.

He stood, panting leaning over his desk with his arms. With a scream of rage he then swiped everything off his desk to the ground the glasses tinkling as they broke into tiny shards and the paper fluttering as the landed.

He hadn't felt like this in 25 years, not since he looked into that young failure of a drunk's face. That little drunk with his songbird sweetheart with a name of poetry and colour.

The only good thing a songbird can do is be silent and he made sure that happened.

Coriolanus sat back in his chair and breathed, feeling all at once his 83 years of age.

"Clean this," he said to the Avoxes who had been standing against the walls and had barely flinched at his actions. They moved with nary a sound and quickly began to clean.

How well trained they were.

Yet, that song.

That damned infernal song.

Are you? Are you? Coming to the tree~ played in his mind.

"Wear a necklace of rope," his own songbird continued as her phantom arms wrapped around his neck. "Side by side with me." she finished with a laugh.

"Do you hear them Coriolanus?" She whispered in his ear.

"Do you hear my people sing?"

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As Below, so Above (ao3 link)

Summary: A ghost of a man hovered over him.

"My love, can you see me?" The air whispered to him.

Apollo stood as still as his statues and did not answer.

Notes: Hi!!!!

So ever since I wrote a mirror poem about Hyacinthus and posted it on my main Tumblr (I think it was my main) I've had this thought to write out a fic for it and here we are 🤩.

Hope you guys enjoy 😘✌️

Also the title comes from the English translation of the Arabic line from the Emerald tablet that the line As Above, so below came from. Its full translation is "That which is above is from that which is below, and that which is below is from that which is above."

A ghost of a man hovered over him.

"My love, can you see me?" The air whispered to him.

Apollo stood as still as his statues and did not answer.

It was a lie, a trick. Hyacinthus could not be here. He was dead, well and truely. He felt the life leave his lover's body as he held him dying. And any presence of him left in his flowers could never be concentrated enough to create an appearance like this.

And yet, he swears. By the Gods in all of existence does he swear, that for a time, that Hyacinthus had come back, and had shared eternal existence with him.

But.

The memories were fleeting, barely there, easily forgotten. They were fading away like a dream.

(And Gods do not dream.)

So, Apollo ignored the ghostly image of his love dancing through the air and the false voice sounding so like him.

Gods do not entertain lies and deceit. Only what is true and absolute.

Translucent purple eyes appeared in front of his face and met his with a sharp grin (a grin always filled with such promise.)

"Are you ignoring me, 'pollo?"

Apollo tore his eyes away and focused on a tree, he gave no answer.

A ghostly laugh echoed in the clearing. "My stubborn lover, partner," and then suddenly whispered right next to Apollo's ear, "husband."

Apollo inhaled sharply in response to that one word and he finally met the eyes of the ghostly impression at his side by choice. He gave no attention to how his immortal heart stuttered and hurt at the sight of how close the impression looked like his ancient lover (the wound open and gapping with dried blood crusted over his eye and cheek). But, that word, that one word.

"We were never husbands." Apollo said, voice toneless.

The impression cocked its head to the side, "weren't we?"

A blink and a flash of one of those fleeting blurred memories golden and bright, divine glowing hands held tight together, that one word echoing between them. Another blink and Apollo was back in the clearing, the night sky above them, his twin's moon, half shining, offering the only light.

"No."

The impression hummed and floated on its back, its hands under its head. "Curiouser and curiouser."

Apollo's eyebrows twitched. "Lewis Carol?"

The impression twirled and floated upright, shrugging its shoulders, "he loved to walk through gardens where I grew to work through his thoughts."

Apollo gave a single nod. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the impression. Not when it looked, sounded and acted oh so much like his dear Hyacinthus.

"Why are you here?" Apollo asked, still silencing any emotion from colouring his voice. He would not allow this thing to gain anything over him.

"Because you're here."

Apollo blinked as those words cut through his divine heart. "Why have you never shown before?"

The impression sighed and looked to the ground, "belief is a funny thing, my love."

Apollo tilted his head to the side with narrowed eyes, "belief?"

The impression sighed again and flew forward to grasp Apollo's hands, the feeling cold and light, and brought them up clasping them close to their faces. "Do you know how much it pained me, love, to watch you as you walked and not walk beside you, to see you smile and not smile with you, to watch you cry and not wipe your tears? All the things I used to do," he said with a trembling smile, "but."

"But?" Apollo asked quietly as his mind raced and more faded memories pushed themselves to the front of his mind.

"The story," he said, "our story, changed."

Apollo pulled his hands away from Hya-, from the-, from his grasp with a step back and stared at him with widened eyes. "What do you mean?"

He gave him a sad smile. "You had said it best, my love," he cleared his throat and recited:

"As golden eyes drowned in sorrow

A dying love was transformed,

With pain etched on each petal

He descended

And

Ascended

He who died in a battle of love,

The Spartan Prince,

The God of Decay and Renewal"

Apollo looked right into the translucent purple eyes of, of Hy-, of him as his mouth opened and closed, no words managing to escape.

A chuckle, "come on, my love. Or is poetry and prophecy no longer under your preview?"

"A mirror." Apollo finally whispered, "it's a mirror." The faded memories of a duel life finally broke through his mind becoming as strong and clear as all his others. “You came back to me. Then.”

Hyacinthus smiled his brilliant smile and twirled in the air with a laugh. "Now you're getting it!"

Apollo’s eyes tracked Hyacinthus’s delight hungrily, but, “And then you were gone.”

Hyacinthus' brilliant smile fell, “as I said, our story changed. Mortals wanted to tell a story that warned of the danger of a God’s love and an inevitable end. They didn't want a happy ending. And it gained such popularity that it overcame our true story and-” he stopped and pursed his lips as his eyes seemed to have a glistening sheen.

Apollo stepped forward. “I lost you again,” he finished and raised a hand to cup Hyacinthus' cold cheek, fingers just under that dreaded wound, and brushed a thumb under his eye. Apollo knew mortals' belief was powerful, but to know it was powerful enough for this? To influence a god this much? It was terrifying.

And if his father realised?

Apollo internally shuddered, Di immortals, he hoped his father never realised.

Hyacinthus, oblivious to Apollo's thoughts, closed his eyes and leaned into the hold, raising his own hand to cover Apollo's.

“I never left you,” he whispered, “I told you, I was watching but I could never reach you. But now,” he breathed.

“But now?” Apollo pressed.

Hyacinthus opened his eyes that seemed strong in colour, “our story is changing again.”

A smile grew on Apollo's face. “You're coming back.”

A matching smile grew on Hyacinthus, the corner of it hidden beneath Apollo's hand that he gripped even tighter, “I'm coming back.” He affirmed.

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To love is to turn (again and again) (ao3 link)

Summary: There is one visit Apollo must make before his darling son Will and his boyfriend Nico start for their journey into Tartarus.

Notes: Been thinking about this one for a few months, especially after seeing edits of Hadestown on tiktok and god I really wanna watch it.

The incest thing is that there are some stories that have Orpheus as a son of Apollo and/or a Muse and some that have Eurydice as a daughter of Apollo and I was hinting at that only, nothing else.

Hope you guys enjoy 😘✌️

Apollo had no care to silence his footsteps as he quickly walked under the warm shinning light of his sun towards the shrine,  it was a shame he could not just appear to it, given the protections. But it was a lovely day, especially for a walk. The trees surrounding him rustled their leaves with the gentle breeze that flowed through them, bringing a lovely faint melody that grew louder as Apollo got closer. 

Hearing the melody, Apollo slowed his pace and placed his hands in his pockets. He casually walked up the slight incline and finally came upon the shrine, his eyes immediately on the singing decaying head resting within it. The head laid on an old faded red pillow with its eyes closed and cracked lips moving with the melody Apollo heard from so far away.

Apollo stopped in front of the head, that hadn't yet noticed his presence, singing away as it was. "Orpheus." Apollo called out and the singing stopped immediately as the head opened its eyes - a milky grey - in suprise.

"Hail Lord Apollo," Orpheus greeted with a deep voice in slight shock, "what brings you here Uncle? Or should it be Father?"

Apollo raised a perfect golden eyebrow at the question, "would it matter?" 

Orpheus blinked his milky eyes and hummed, "no, it would not," he admitted after a pause, " regardless, I ask again. What brings you here?" 

"I am in need of some answers," Apollo said as he sat on a stately plush chair that appeared with a wave of his hand. 

"Answers to what?" Orpheus asked with confusion.

"To some questions." Apollo replied with a slight smirk.

Orpheus sighed, "and what questions would those be, my Lord?" 

Apollo relaxed into the chair, "my son seeks to travel to the Prison with his boyfriend, I have... concerns." 

Orpheus blinked, "how quick of you to relent, my Lord." 

Apollo shrugged his strong shoulders, "I am a changed God."

"So I've heard." 

The God and fallen hero went quiet, the buzz of insects and rustling leaves filled the air with a hint of the sound of waves crashing against the shore of the island. 

"I find I have a fear to Look and See what the two may encounter on their journey." Apollo admitted after a moment, looking away from Orpheus as he repeatedly tapped his fingers on the chair's armrests.

Orpheus frowned, "would," he cleared his throat, "would you like for me to Look instead?"

Apollo stilled and the wooden armrests of his chair creaked in protest as he clenched them with white knuckles, "yes." He whispered.

Orpheus' head tipped slightly forward as he gave his approximation of a nod and closed his eyes. Apollo watched as they fluttered under Orpheus' eyelids while he Saw.

The sun rose and fell, again and again as Orpheus Saw. Apollo sat unmoving and gaze never wavering from the decapitated head as he waited for his answer. 

Seven days later in the mid afternoon, Orpheus finally opened his eyes and blinked wearily at the God. 

"Well? What have you Seen?" Apollo asked. There was no discernible difference in his voice that showed he had not spoken in seven days, no rasp nor break in words, only the same strong level tone.

"Their journey is fraught with hardship and filled with choices and decisions that would change the course of their escape," Orpheus rasped, "but my visions are hard to grasp, there is no one strong outcome for this quest. They are just as likely to be trapped as they are to escape."

Apollo frowned and nodded slowly, "I see," he said as he tapped his fingers repeatedly on the arm rests, "I thank you, then, Orpheus."

"Of course, my Lord," Orpheus said after drinking through a suddenly appearing straw that looked to be of Hephaestus' make, and gave his attempt at nodding, "was there anything else I could help you with?"

"No, that was all Orpheus." Apollo said as he stood and waved his chair away.

"Are you certain, my lord?" 

Apollo raised a perfect golden eyebrow, "yes."

Orpheus furrowed his eyebrows , "it was only, that when you arrived, you said you had questions to be answered." 

"I did, yes." 

Orpheus pursed his lips, "my lord," he said, "I have only answered one." 

Apollo's face went flat at the question and his eyes held a glimmer of heat as he gazed resolutely upon the decapitated head, "my other questions have already been answered Orpheus, do not concern yourself with them." 

A westerly breeze suddenly picked up and blew through the clearing, bringing a whisper only Orpheus seemed to clearly hear as understanding brightened in his milky grey eyes.

Apollo eyes burned as bright as the sun as he began to shake and glow, the air around him waved with heat and the grass at his feat dried and started to burn, "Zephyrus," his voice shook with barely concealed rage, "this is not your place." 

 His only answer was a far away laugh that disappeared with the breeze. 

"I see," Orpheus said in the now still clearing, Apollo brought his focus back on the fallen hero and met the knowledge filled eyes as their edges crinkled from a growing smile, "it wasn't just asking me to See out of fear that brought you here, was it?" he let out a single burst of laughter, "it was to also see if I still remained, wasn't it, my Lord?" 

Apollo said nothing and continued to burn.

"You wanted to be sure that there wasn't a chance your son or his boyfriend were my reincarnation. That they would not share my fate." Orpheus laughed again.

"Orpheus," Apollo said with a low tone of warning. 

Orpheus' smile took a crazed, almost maniac turn and spoke with a rush, "you of all Gods should know that means nothing. You of all Gods should know the power of Story. You know that Achilles soul is cursed to the banks of the River Styx. Yet, we all heard the Daughter of War cry with Achilles' rage as she learned of her dear friend doning her armour to lead her siblings to battle and fight in place of her."

"Hold yourself, Orpheus." 

"No, Apollo. Is this what you were scared to hear?" Orpheus rolled his head up and laughed to the sky, "Reincarnation is not just souls reliving life but stories, repeating again and again in hope that this time it may be different but are all doomed to the same fate." 

"Orpheus!"

"She will never not die and I will never not turn." Orpheus whispered, "she will never not die and I will never not turn," he repeated again and again getting louder and louder and then shouted to the sky "He will never not die! And he will never not turn!" And laughed long and loud.

"I will hear no more of this." Apollo stated voice tight and controlled. He then turned and walked away, no longer wanting to entertain the now maddened head anymore laughing away as it was, filled with knowledge it was not meant to process - could not process with it's reduced state.

"Your son and his boyfriend may not suffer the weight of my soul," Orpheus called out with another wild laugh, just before he came to the trees, "but that will not save them from reliving my story."

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I promise anyone who's read my Hyacinthus one shot where he watches the trials of Apollo that I'm still thinking about it and writing the second part where Hyacinthus and Apollo reunite.

Im not gonna promise when it'll be out tho lol but I swear I'm still thinking about it!

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super simple low-effort ao3 summary methods that are 1000% better and 1000% less annoying than just saying you suck at summaries:

copypaste the first few lines of the fic. u already wrote ‘em. let ‘em be their own damn hook

if ur feeling fancy & don’t mind showing ur hand a bit, copypaste the first few lines of the fic that u feel are esp. Important or Interesting - the ones where u first start getting into the real meat of things

state the main tropes! theyre probably already in ur tags - just say them again - maybe as a full sentence if ur feelin fancy. or with a joke if ur feelin Extra fancy

ask a question. pose a hypothetical. eg what happens if u take [character] and put them in [situation]?

make an equation. [character] + [thing] = [outcome]

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just…explain the fic like u would to a friend? it doesnt have to be a polished back of the book blurb. it can just be “[pairing] coffee shop au, but like, still with murder, and also i made everyone trans. enjoy”

just stick a meme in there

honestly who cares

just put literally anything but a self deprecating comment in there & ur golden

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#it’s okay if you even have to spoil a little bit of the early plot twists#set the lure; cast the net [x]

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Cynthus is not just a Mountain in Delos (AO3 link)

Summary: Percy never really thought too much about his babysitter before Camp half-blood, so why was there a painting of him dying in the Apollo cabin?

Notes: So this just came to me now and all I could think is how funny it'd be if Hyacinthus was just casually babysitting Percy before he went to camp half-blood and here we are.

Hope you enjoy 😘✌️

Percy never had many thoughts regarding his babysitter, Cinthus, before Camp half-blood.

He was just a guy that would always show up on the rare occasions his mom would need him to and could get out of having Gabe take care of him. No matter the hour or day, he'd always be there. Even if it was an emergency, Cinthus would be knocking on the door within the hour.

And Percy liked him, it was always much better hanging out with him rather than Gabe.

Cinthus would take him out around the city while wearing a wide brimed hat due to his sun sensitivity and they'd go eat junk food, go to arcades and the park or would even just stay at home and play video games with him.

So yeah, Percy never really had many thoughts regarding his baby sitter.

So then why was there a dramatic painting of him laying on the ground with blood coming out of his head and a glowing guy (God?) kneeling and crying next to him in what he now knows is the Apollo cabin?

Percy stood in front of the painting, not being able to believe it. Percy without looking away from the painting reached out and tapped whatever he could of the Apollo camber (Lee, he thinks his name is) he was in the cabin with to help bring stuff over for arts and crafts.

"Yeah? Also hold these." The camper (Lee?) said and dumped a bunch of supplies into Percy's now waiting arms.

"Why do you have a painting of my babysitter dying?" Percy asked, tracing each piece of the painting with his eyes.

Something dropped to the ground and Percy looked to see the Apollo camper (he swears it Lee, there's too many of them to keep track of, why do Gods have to have so many kids? It's really not fair) staring back at him with a confused expression, "what are you talking about?"

Percy turned back to the painting and nodded at it, "the guy dying there looks exactly like my babysitter, he even has a giant scar on his head that's in the same spot the blood is coming out of in the painting."

Lee(?) looked at the painting with him, "that's one of dad's most famous dead lover's, it appeared a few years ago and we've had it up ever since" he said casually like this is a normal thing to be given to you by your dad and to have hang in the place you sleep, "his name was Hyacinthus. That's really weird your babysitter looks like him, what's his name then?"

Percy blinked, "his name is Cinthus."

"Are you serious?"

Percy nodded, "Yep."

"Huh."

"Huh." Percy echoed.

"Huh." They both said again at the same time.

"I don't," Lee(?) paused, "I really don't know where to go from here."

Percy looked down at the things he was holding, "should we just take this stuff to arts and crafts?"

Lee(?) let out a huff of air, "yeah," he said and patted Percy's shoulder, "let's do that."

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Hey guys I'm writing a one shot with Apollo and Orpheus and I just wanna know if this section makes sense, I'm not exactly up to it in the story but its where I'm heading to. It's not completely edited but as it is does the message I'm trying to go for make sense?

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Fandom terms have to sound silly, like blorbo or squick, because fandom needs humbling. Not a lot. But just every so often you need a good grounding reminder that all of this is literally made up nonsense for fun.

If you take a fictional thing so seriously that silly words genuinely annoy you, you've gone too far and you need to dial it back.

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reblog if you’re okay with people writing fanfics of your fanfics and/or fanfics inspired by your fanfics

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As long as they’re linking my fic as what inspired them, hell yeah! I just want to know so I can read it!!!!

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writers be like; anyone gonna write this story? and then not wait for an answer. and then not write it either

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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.