A writer and an average lore enjoyer. Writing account: ria_writes_stories. SGE account: iamverynormalaboutsge Reblog account. Mainly here for fanart and fan fics(the wolf is my favorite animal if you couldn't guess by now)
at the end of the day, does the reader insert tag still belong to readers, or is it just a front for some OC writers to use it?
Honestly, it doesn’t even make sense to browse that tag on AO3 anymore, it’s completely flooded.
i have a theory that even if readers created a new tag just for themselves, those writers would still take it over, because they can’t stand seeing something that belongs to us.
just a reminder that doing this goes against AO3’s rules (Misleading or inaccurate tagging, Tag misuse, Rating misclassification, Improper categorization, Content affecting search and filtering etc)
You can Report if you see it
an image my moot sent to me:
YOURE THE ONE USING THE TAGS IM CRYINGGGG THEY THINK THE TAG IS FOR THEM, that’s literally what the tag means and now i can’t read something about the person who’s reading?? (ME/US??)😭
Saying anything but admitting they’re wrong, it’s against AO3 rules, and that’s it. This kind of writer spends more time making excuses than owning up to their mistake
Jace's death in F&B is one of the ones that I think about from time to time. He died in his first battle so we'll never get to know how going through that experience would've changed him. We'll also never get to know how his presence may have changed other battles, especially battles like First and Second Tumbleton.
The irony here is so delicious. A bastard but twice the man any of Alicent’s fuckass sons will ever be. Nothing but respect for one of the like only three Targaryen men worth a damn. And the only one described as being worthy of the throne? Oh Jacaerys and Baela, you two deserved a happier ending
Rhaenyra, Daemon and Jace could have jumped Vhagar in Kings Landing. Aegon was literally out of commission, Daeron in old town and Helaena still grieving over her son. Why the fuck did Mushroom suggest the Dragonseeds plan? This shit was a set up, I just can’t prove….
꒰ jace + kitties, i luv u. drinking tea out of my miffy mug rn. flufftober (makeup) day twenty-six, co-parenting a pet ꒱ — jacaerys velaryon x reader (w.512)
it's early enough that the sun is hardly up, and you aren’t out of bed yet. the covers make a warm nest, which you’ve comfortably cocooned yourself into, unbothered by the never-ending chaos that spills through the halls of the red keep at all hours. the halls where the bed chambers are tend to be somewhat exempt from that storm — at least, there's nothing much worse than joffrey playing aegon the conqueror in the early morning.
you aren’t allowed your peace for very long, waking at the sound of your door opening. someone should knock; that’s simply customary. it’s too early for the serving girls to bring your breakfast or start to lay out your gowns for the day, and certainly you haven’t received any mail that the page would bring this early.
you sit up only halfway, squinting as your sleepy eyes adjust. it’s dully lit, from the rising sun and our curtains, but you can make out jace’s familiar figure — lithe, quiet. what isn’t quiet is the mewling that erupts from his arms.
“jace?” you ask, voice groggy, rubbing sleep from your eyes.
he pads over, sock-feet silent against the ornate dornish rug that rhaenyra had provided for your bedchember. “i’m sorry to wake you,” he says, somewhat insincere. “i can’t deal with them on my own.”
before you can ask what he means, he opens his arms to dump four squirmy little kittens onto your bed. you gasp, scrambling up — it’s startling at first, small creatures spilling onto your bed and moving quickly towards you. and then it’s incredibly endearing.
“who…” you start, too focused on the little animals to finish your thought.
he sighs, taking it upon himself to settle back against your pillows. “one of the cats had kittens,” he informs you. “one of joffrey’s cats. helaena brought the kittens to me.”
you laugh breathily, scooping up two of the kittens — one in each hand. “how old are they?”
he sighs, propping his head up on his hand, “at least a month.” he holds out a hand, one of the little cats crawling towards it. it sniffs, and then opens its little mouth and starts to gnaw at his fingertip.
you cozy up next to him, holding one kitten up in front of your face. it’s relaxed enough to lie limply in her hands, mewling softly at you. "they're so darling," you coo, staring at it.
he sighs, eyes closing. "can we keep them here? i would be remiss to see something happen to them, but i'm so tired."
you giggle, setting the kitten down and opting to scratch his hair instead, "poor boy, exhausted from the strain of fatherhood."
he swats halfheartedly at your head, dropping his head into the crook of your neck with a huff. "quit it," he whines.
you smile, smooching the top of his head as you settle in. "it's okay, you poor thing. rest, i'll watch the kittens." you snuggle in, pulling the blankets up and closing your eyes as the kittens curl between you and jace.
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