I've never been explicit about this because I'm a Fandom Old, and back in the day it was simply understood that anything on the Internet was fair game to do with what you wish, but: if you see a story of mine out there and you like it, download it. Fuck if I care. Keep it for yourself, distribute it to friends, print copies for yourself and your friends, mail it to people, I don't give a shit. As long as you're not exchanging money, I couldn't care less. And tbh you should be doing this with all fanfics you love - print them, save them, put them on a flash drive or a hard drive or share them with friends, whatever. Fanfic authors these days are really fucking precious about their fics, but honestly we're probably going to start seeing queer art being disappeared (especially in the US under the next president) so do whatever you can to archive the things you love to read. Even if that means just printing them out and sticking them in a binder for yourself to read as a bedtime story.
Rising from my migraine to add my name to the list. Please save my fanfics if you love them. Ask for any you can't find. And if you feel crafty, there are very easy and simple ways to bind them into books so they can sit on your shelf with the other books you read.
Life has been well.. life, Iâm actually doing a masters degree now
I have been writing! Just very self indulgent stuff for myself and friends. But! I want to try and get back into writing for this account soooo, Iâll try and get some of the requests sitting in my inbox done
Also I have very much jumped off of the diving board and headfirst into a Hermitcraft hyperfixation which is fun!
Iâve been dying for some Trent Crimm x reader fics. Just wondering if you write for gender neutral readers, and what your guidelines are before I send some in :)
Hiya!!
I mainly only right for gender neutral readers as Iâm non-binary!!
My guidelines are pretty lax, I may write smut, if itâs not too out there!
But I wonât write things like cheating, Iâm uncomfortable writing pregnancy stuff.
Saw my first post with someone admitting they used chatGPT to âwrite a ficâ which they then shared here on tumblr and on Ao3.
To be clear, using AI to churn out a piece of fiction is not writing.
Using a bot (possibly one that was trained using a scrape of Ao3, that is to say, the theft of work from every writer who has posted their work on Ao3) is NOT WRITING.
It is theft. It isnât creation. Itâs a regurgitation of the consumed collective work and effort and heart and time of every writer who has shared their work on Ao3.
âIâm not a good writerâ is no excuse.
Want to be a writer? Put in the time everyone else does to practice.
Donât feel confident in your work? Open yourself up to the same vulnerability and risk that the rest of us do.
You donât get to use a fucking bot to vomit out an approximation of a story and pretend youâve got skin in the game.
The sad thing? This bot-assembled fic wasnât bad. It was bland, but it had internal logic, some passing context to character and canon. It wasnât like those early AI art pieces that had surreal compositions and extra fingers. It wasnât immediately obvious it was made by a bot.
In this instance the person who posted it admitted they had used a bot. Which, actually, I have some respect for. But it probably isnât the first and it wonât be the last.
I donât know that thereâs a solution to this, but it is both hurting my heart and enraging me.
Just wanted to add to this really important post. (Thank you sm @shealwaysreads)
I think part of the issue here is that people who do this think of fic as an end product. As a thing to be consumed. As content.
That's not fanfic.
Fic, in its essence, is the act of creation, of transformation. It is critically analyzing characters, exploring ideas, relationships, societal values, the dynamics of love and sexuality... the list goes on. Fic is a process that encapsulates all of this, the effort to make something that means something. That says something about what it means to be human (yes, kinky smut included). That takes vulnerability and guts and love to put out into the world.
If you think of fic as content that is there to be consumed, then yeah, it makes sense to find a quick and easy way to produce it. If the point for you is getting attention (kudos, reblogs, etc) with little to no work, using AI is tempting. But that's a capitalistic mindset that entirely negates what fanfic is.
If we instead think of fanfic as a creative process, then AI fic is not fanfic at all. Call it something else.
Lukewarm take from left field. I'm not threatened by this, in part because I write weird. Like, nobody following me is here for a bot-logical good story. If I thought my writing could be indistinguishable from a bot, I would *die* terrifically.
Fascinating to see a take on a post about the intrusion of ai tech into a creative community be so entirely focused on the self.
To clarify for anyone confused:
I made my original post because this is the first time I saw it happening, despite the fact we all knew this was coming as soon as midjourney landed in the art scene and we heard about the ao3 scrape.
While my writing is my own, and Iâm secure and proud of it, Iâm not under any self-congratulatory illusion that I was that good when I started. Many of the fics Iâve read by first-time writers are similar to what this bot produced, and those writers still deserve basic respect and civility.
Anyone working under the delusion that ai tech wonât get better at its manipulation of the data is sadly mistaken. If you havenât been following the ai progress on visual art, you might have missed that you can now request pieces to be produced in the specific style of an established artist. And the bots can do that now! They can make visual pieces almost indistinguishable from the original artistâs styleâno matter how unique, or weird, that original artistâs style is.
My post wasnât about me, or my writing. It was about the encroachment of ai and the accompanying cultural devaluation of human artistic expression outside of the work-based capitalist model.
It was about the impact of wholesale thefts of a communityâs collective work.
It was about the meaning and importance of peopleâs generosity in sharing their genuine creations.
It was about vulnerability and the creative process being more important than the ego.
Pulling this out of Tee's tags because it's brilliant:
I am interested in reflections on the human condition from other human beings. I am not interested in the guided narrative of a theft powered sophisticated averaging machine.
Thank you for saying this so powerfully @skeptiquewrites
If the point for you is getting attention (kudos, reblogs, etc) with little to no work, using AI is tempting. But that's a capitalistic mindset that entirely negates what fanfic is.
If I ever come across a fic that I liked and discovered it was written by a bot I would feel extremely cheated tbh. I'd rather read a badly written fic by a first time writer who poured their heart and time and love for their fandom into that fic than some souless attempt for clout, kudos, and online attention that AI fanfic "creators" have posted.
AI is a plague on creativity and I truly hope we can find ways to make it fail.
We as a community need to make sure that bot fic is not welcome in fandom. As soon as humanly possible, we need to make inroads to have it banned on AO3. Why it isnât already (or at least wasnât as of a few days ago when a friend of mine reported one) is beyond me.
I know a lot of us have joked about wanting a machine where you can push a button and it will write your fic for you, but this isnât how it should happen. Not by stealing from other writers. Not by stealing from yourself.
I have now gotten an explanation, and honestly it is still beyond me:
Hi,
In general, the Archive is open to all fanworks, which includes works that may be considered "out of character" or were written as intentionally "bad fic". Using tools to help create such works is not inherently against the Terms of Service, though posting them in high volume may be considered spam and treated accordingly. As Section IV.I. of our Terms of Service states, "Unless it violates some other policy, we will not remove Content for offensiveness, no matter how awful, repugnant, or badly spelled we may personally find that Content to be."
Per Sections IV.D. and IV.E. of our Terms of Service, we cannot act on reports of copyright infringement or plagiarism unless a reporter is able to provide links to specific works that were stolen.
We encourage you to use the "Search within results" filter option to exclude works with titles, summaries, notes, or tags that indicate the content within may have been created with technological assistance.
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things that always make me happy: serial commenters. there are three types
1) reading a longfic chapter by chapter, leaving an increasingly emotional comment on every chapter, descends into keysmashes near the end: outstanding
2) read one fic by accident, clicked the author name, now working steadily through the backlog and commenting on everything, I wake up to an AO3 inbox full of enthusiasm: precious beyond words
3) the longterm serial commenter whose comment begins with I donât even know this fandom but because they have followed me from somewhere else: stunning. humbling. magical.
these are all *chefâs kiss* and I want to add one more:
4) left a comment a while ago, comes back and leaves another comment on the same fic, telling you that theyâre coming back to reread the fic: angels. blessings. lifesavers.
ok but what if your the only commenter because I feel like Iâm polluting their work with me nonsense. Normally I swear Iâm a silent reader and try and not bother anyone but their are times my blood boils coz their works are so good and they arenât getting enough love to satisfy me. But then I worry Iâm pressuring them and back off completely
Then we get even MORE excited about your comment! Because we worked hard and put this thing out into the world, and no one has given us the validation/adrenaline rush of a comment until now!
As long as you arenât rude (ex: âwhereâs the next update?!!!â or âthis story is stupidâ), authors wonât feel pressured, bothered, or creeped out; theyâll be THRILLED.Â
Donât know what to say? You can write what you just wrote here:Â âmy blood boils coz this is so good,â and theyâll take it as a huge compliment.
the first or sole commenter on a fic: to be protected at all costs
Hey, do you still write reader inserts for Leverage? If so could I maybe get a fic set in-between Leverage season 5 and Leverage Redemption season 1, with a 16 year old female reader who tries pickpocketing Parker while the ot3 are out somewhere (not running a con), Parker obviously stops her and the ot3 start talking to the her and find out that she ran away from her terrible foster home and just needed money to eat, that hits them all in the feels (especially Parker) so they end up buying her lunch, one thing leads to another and she ends up unofficially adopted by the ot3. Wow, that's a lot (I'm still new to reader insert stuff so I hope this is an alright prompt)
Hello hello!!! Sorry this took me so long!!
Loved this request so thank you for sending it!! I did use gender neutral pronouns for the reader just because I feel more comfortable writing them! Sorry!
Pairing: Platonic! Eliot/Parker/Hardison x GN!Reader
Warnings: Hinted at child neglect/abuse
Word count: 1,557 words
Parker giggles as she leans back from taking a lick of Eliot's ice cream, reveling in the disgusted face he makes at her and the small âdammit Parkerâ that she gets from him, both of them knowing that there is no real malice behind his reaction. Just as she is about to lean in and do the same thing to Hardisonâs ice cream, a young person, not much shorter than Parker herself, bumps into the three of them, causing them to split from being a threesome couple walking together, to Parker and Eliot on one side and Hardison on the other. Eliot and hardison both instantly exclaim, telling them to watch where theyâre going but Parker just stops and watches the kid try to rush away with their head down, hood pulled up, obviously to try and hide who they are.
Before they can get too far, Parker is jogging up and stopping them with a hand on the shoulder, causing them to spin around and look at her like a deer in headlights. Parker notices that the kid is in clothes that dont fit quite right, the zip up hoodie theyre wearing is almost falling of their shoulders with how baggy it is, the length almost reaching their knees, the shirt underneath is just as baggy but tucked into trousers that swamp them, being held tightly on their waist by a belt and rolled up multiple times to sit at their ankles, the way they were walking also indicates that the shoes are a bit too big for them, everything clearly a hand me down from someone. Their eyes are darting around, clearly looking for an out, so Parker instantly lets go of them and takes a step back.
âIâm not gonna hurt you, but i would like my phone back please, and his wallet.â She says, motioning over her shoulder to Hardison who instantly starts patting down his pockets, looking for his wallet that isnât there. The kid looks guilty and takes the phone and wallet out of her pocket and hands them back to Parker.
âPlease donât phone the police, Iâm sorry, I shouldnât have done it, I just need the money.â The kid rambles out, looking panicked at just the thought of the police being involved.
âOh believe me, no police will be involvedâ Parker says, taking a second to look at the kid before speaking again. âAre you hungry?â She asks.
Before the kid even has a chance to speak, their stomach audibly growls, answering for them. Parker's face lights up âperfect! Lets go get lunchâ she says, motioning for the kid to lead so her and the boys could walk behind them, giving them plenty of chances to run, making sure they donât feel boxed in or trapped at all. They pause as they look at Parker, as if theyâre trying to gauge if sheâs serious or not, before they shoves their hands in her pockets, turning and walking away.
Parker grabs her boys and pulls them with her as she skips behind the kid, when she sees that the kid is actually heading towards a cafe and not running away, she hangs back slightly, pulling Eliot and Hardison in closer to her so she can whisper to them.
âThis kid is clearly a foster kid, the clothes donât fit, theyâre skittish, afraid of the repercussions but not enough that they stop stealing. With a normal person they wouldâve gotten away with what they took, theyâve been doing this a while,â Parker explains, cluing Hardison in on what Eliot has already started to put together.
âSo, what do we do? Take them out for lunch? See what we can do to help?â Eliot asks, watching as the kid keeps glancing over their shoulder at the three of them.
âI mean, I could get in touch with Nana, see if she has room for another kid, but I donât know how this one will feel about moving,â Hardison says, shrugging like it would be the easiest thing for him to do.
âLetâs start with lunch and see what happens,â Parker says, following the kid as they push their way into a small diner, they head to a table in the back corner of the room, slouching into a chair as if theyâre trying to give off the air that they donât care, but everything else about them screams that theyâre on high alert.
Parker sits opposite them, noting how they sit in the chair in the aisle, allowing Hardison to sit next to them, making sure theyâre not boxed in against the wall. Eliot grabs menus as he sits down, passing them out. Parker instantly dives into it, paying all of her attention to the desert menu. After giving the kid enough time to look at the menu, Parker finally speaks.
âSo, do you come to this diner often?â She asks, not even having a chance to get a reply before the waitress comes over, who puts a hand on the kids shoulder with a smile, brushing pass how they flinch slightly
âHey Y/N, how are you doing kiddo?â She asks, not even paying attention to the other three at the table.
âHey Darcy, Iâm okay, just showing some friends where to get the best food in townâ Y/N says, entire personality seemingly changing, their back straightening as they smile at the waitress who giggles and slaps their shoulder âAlways the charmer, kiddo, what can I get for you? Chocolate pancakes and an iced coffee?â She asks, writing it down when they nod with a smile. âAnd what about you three, what can I get for yâall?â
The other three order, Parker practically vibrating out of her seat as she orders the same as Y/N, the prospect of chocolate pancakes already kicking off a sugar high before she even lays her eyes on them.
Itâs not until theyâre all fed and watered that Parker decides to broach the delicate subject thatâs on her mind.
âSo, Y/N, who are you staying with at the moment?â She asks, watching how they instantly deflate âYou donât have to tell us names but if theyâre terrible people, you don't have to stay with them.â
âYou donât get it, of course I have to stay with them, they put on a good show whenever anyone is around, but when itâs just us and them, us kids are lucky if we get fed.â They explain in a hushed voice, like theyâre scared of people overhearing.
âWe can get you out of there, and the other kids, you don't have to stay,â Hardison says in a soft voice.
âThey have the local police in their back pocket, how?â
âWe have our ways, we help those who need helping, its what we doâ Hardison reassures them âListen you don't have to say yes to us, but at least let us get you some new clothes, we can even set you up your own bank account so you have your own money, nothing that they can get their hands onâ
Y/N looks between the three of them, trying to gauge just how sincere they are with their offers âYouâre serious about thisâ
âWell, Parker and I, we know what itâs like being in shitty foster homes and Eliot just knows what it's like to be in a shitty home, no one should have to go through that, so if we can help even just one person, then we will. Now my Nana, sheâs always got a house full of kids, but she always has room for one more, so if you do want to go somewhere welcoming, we can get you there..â
Y/N sit in thought for a minute, mulling over the proposition that has been presented to them, they rub their sweaty hands on their jeans before looking at Hardison and nodding.
âIf youâre serious, I would like that, but I want to make sure they canât get any more kids to replace usâ They say, shifting in their seat when the waitress brings over the bill, digging into their pocket and pulling out some crumpled up notes. Before they can put them on the table, Parker shakes her head and picks up the bill âOur treat.â She says
âI can pay for myselfâ They protest
âBut you don't have toâ Eliot says, after being silent the whole time, he pulls some notes from his pocket and leaves them on the table, way more than what the bill cost.
âCome on, let's go get your stuff and the other kids, then weâll get you sortedâ Parker says, standing up.
So Y/N follows the three from the diner, waving to Darcy as they go, they go back to their foster home and get their things and their fellow kids, whilst Eliot keeps their foster parents in one room, making sure their complaints are kept to a minimum. Once theyâre all out of the house, theyâre taken to the brewpub where Hardison gets to work on getting in contact with Nana, who obviously welcomes the new kids with open arms, especially because Hardison is sending them. And if a few years later, Y/N is back with the three people who helped them get out, but this time working with them, well, thatâs their business.
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